DOI Heft:
April 30, 1892
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PUNCH, OR THE LONDON CHARIVARI.
[April 30, 1892.
mn-n POTIVT OE "VTF W But ups and pats us on the back It must be nuts to Pollyvoo !
1 rljh 1 Ull\ ± Wx v ixj vv . jn yery. p00ky potry-verses.* He needn't feel a mite alarmy.
(As Private Tommy Atkins puts it to his Comrade _ > Whose fault is it we cost a lot,
Bill.) We 're mucb obliged to 'im, I'm sure, And, if war comes, must fail, or fly it ?
[In the Report of Lord Wantage's Committee, „ (Though potry ain't my f av'rit reading,) Well facts is facts, and bounce is rot;
it appears that our Home Army costs seventeen He's oivil, kind and not cock-sure ; But, blarm it, Bill, — I'd like to try it!
and a-half millions per annum. The Duke of Good sense goes sometimes with good- * Mr. Kipling dedicates his " Barrack-Room
Cambridge doubts if we could rapidly mobilise J breeding. j Ballads" to "Tommy Atkins " in these lines :—
one Army Corps. Sir
Evel in Wood holdshalf
the men under him at
Aldershot are not equal
I have made for you a
song,
An' it may he right or
even in England. The
Duke of Conn aught
says half the battalions
under his command are
no good for service, can-
not even carry their kits,
and are not fit to march.
Lord Wolseley, it is
stated, compares the
British Army to a
" squeezed lemon."]
" Squeezed lemon! "
That's encourag-
ing !
Wish wolseley
knew 'ow much it's
pleased us.
I 'd like to arsk one
little thing:
I wonder who it is
who's squeezed us? |
ThewholeVport'sa ISSlfff — HM : RHAR?IST°S col
PERASHTJN.
if it's true;
I've tried for to ex-
plain
Both your pleasure and
your pain,
And, Thomas, here's my
best respects to you!
Oh, there '11 surely
come a day
"When they '11 grant
you all your pay
And treat you as a Chris-
tian ought to do;
So, until that day
comes round,
Heaven keep you safe
and sound,
And, Thomas, here's my
best respects to you!
thing to cheer ;
Makes us feel proud
and pleased, oh!
very!
And won't the bloom-
in' furrineer
Over our horacles
make merry ?
Costs seventeen mil-
lions and a arf,
And carn't go no-
where, nor do no-
think !
That tots it up ! They
wouldn't charf,
Eh, Bill, these Big
Wigs!_ What do
you think ?
Therefore, we 're just
a useless lot.
After pipe - claying
and stiff-starching,
We might be good for
stopping shot,
Only that we're not
fit for marching!
We cannot carry our
own kits!
I say, Bill, ain't we
awful duffers ?
Not furrin foes, or
Frenchy wits,
Could more com-
pletely give up
snuffers.
Cambridge, CON-
naught, Sir evelyn
Wood,
All of a mind, for
once, about us !
What wonder Bungs
dub us no good,
And lackeys, snobs,
and street-boys flout us ?
I see myself as others see;
A weedy, narrer-chested stripling,
Can't fight, can't march, can't 'ardly see !
And yet young Mister Budyard Kipling
Don't picture hus as kiddies slack,
Wot can't go out without our nurses,
THE STATE OF THE MARKET.
Artist (to Customer, icho has come to buy on behalf of a large Furnishing Firm in Tottenham
Court Road). "How would thls suit you? 'Summer'!"
Customer. " H'm—'Summer.' Well, Sir, the fact is we find there's very little
demand for Creek Goods just now. If you had a line of Autumn Tints now—
that's the Article we find most Sale for among our Customers !''
So Tommy's best respects to 'im,
At Aldershot we'd like to treat 'im.
Though if he bobs in Evelyn's swim,
He might not know us when we
meet 'im !
But, Bill, if all this barney's true
Oh, ain't the Cop-
per ashun jest a cum-
min out in the Hi
Art line! Why,
dreckly as they let it
be nown as they was
a willin to make
room in their bewtif ool
Galery for any of the
finest picters in the
hole country as peepel
was wantin to send
there, jest to let the
world no as they 'd got
'em, and that they wos
considered good enuff
by the Lord Mare and
the SherrifFs and all
the hole Court of Hal-
dermen, than they
came a poring in in
such kwantities, that
pore Mr. Welsh, the
Souperintendant, was
obligated to arsk all
the hole Court of com-
mon Counselmen,
what on airth he was
to do with 'em, and
they told him to hin-
sult the Libery Com-
mittee on the matter,
and they, like the
lerned gents as they
is, told him to take
down sum of the
werry biggest and the
most strikingest ifas
they 'd got of their
hone Picters and ang
'em up in the Gildhall
Westybool, as they
calls it, coz it's in the East, I spose, and so
make room for a lot of the littel uns as had
been sent to 'em, coz they was painted by
"Old Marsters," tho' who "Old Marsters''
was, I, for one, never could make out, xcep
that he must.have well deserved his Nick-
name, considering the number of picters as he
Consarnin' " Our Poor Little Army," ■ must ha' painted. And now cums won of the
PUNCH, OR THE LONDON CHARIVARI.
[April 30, 1892.
mn-n POTIVT OE "VTF W But ups and pats us on the back It must be nuts to Pollyvoo !
1 rljh 1 Ull\ ± Wx v ixj vv . jn yery. p00ky potry-verses.* He needn't feel a mite alarmy.
(As Private Tommy Atkins puts it to his Comrade _ > Whose fault is it we cost a lot,
Bill.) We 're mucb obliged to 'im, I'm sure, And, if war comes, must fail, or fly it ?
[In the Report of Lord Wantage's Committee, „ (Though potry ain't my f av'rit reading,) Well facts is facts, and bounce is rot;
it appears that our Home Army costs seventeen He's oivil, kind and not cock-sure ; But, blarm it, Bill, — I'd like to try it!
and a-half millions per annum. The Duke of Good sense goes sometimes with good- * Mr. Kipling dedicates his " Barrack-Room
Cambridge doubts if we could rapidly mobilise J breeding. j Ballads" to "Tommy Atkins " in these lines :—
one Army Corps. Sir
Evel in Wood holdshalf
the men under him at
Aldershot are not equal
I have made for you a
song,
An' it may he right or
even in England. The
Duke of Conn aught
says half the battalions
under his command are
no good for service, can-
not even carry their kits,
and are not fit to march.
Lord Wolseley, it is
stated, compares the
British Army to a
" squeezed lemon."]
" Squeezed lemon! "
That's encourag-
ing !
Wish wolseley
knew 'ow much it's
pleased us.
I 'd like to arsk one
little thing:
I wonder who it is
who's squeezed us? |
ThewholeVport'sa ISSlfff — HM : RHAR?IST°S col
PERASHTJN.
if it's true;
I've tried for to ex-
plain
Both your pleasure and
your pain,
And, Thomas, here's my
best respects to you!
Oh, there '11 surely
come a day
"When they '11 grant
you all your pay
And treat you as a Chris-
tian ought to do;
So, until that day
comes round,
Heaven keep you safe
and sound,
And, Thomas, here's my
best respects to you!
thing to cheer ;
Makes us feel proud
and pleased, oh!
very!
And won't the bloom-
in' furrineer
Over our horacles
make merry ?
Costs seventeen mil-
lions and a arf,
And carn't go no-
where, nor do no-
think !
That tots it up ! They
wouldn't charf,
Eh, Bill, these Big
Wigs!_ What do
you think ?
Therefore, we 're just
a useless lot.
After pipe - claying
and stiff-starching,
We might be good for
stopping shot,
Only that we're not
fit for marching!
We cannot carry our
own kits!
I say, Bill, ain't we
awful duffers ?
Not furrin foes, or
Frenchy wits,
Could more com-
pletely give up
snuffers.
Cambridge, CON-
naught, Sir evelyn
Wood,
All of a mind, for
once, about us !
What wonder Bungs
dub us no good,
And lackeys, snobs,
and street-boys flout us ?
I see myself as others see;
A weedy, narrer-chested stripling,
Can't fight, can't march, can't 'ardly see !
And yet young Mister Budyard Kipling
Don't picture hus as kiddies slack,
Wot can't go out without our nurses,
THE STATE OF THE MARKET.
Artist (to Customer, icho has come to buy on behalf of a large Furnishing Firm in Tottenham
Court Road). "How would thls suit you? 'Summer'!"
Customer. " H'm—'Summer.' Well, Sir, the fact is we find there's very little
demand for Creek Goods just now. If you had a line of Autumn Tints now—
that's the Article we find most Sale for among our Customers !''
So Tommy's best respects to 'im,
At Aldershot we'd like to treat 'im.
Though if he bobs in Evelyn's swim,
He might not know us when we
meet 'im !
But, Bill, if all this barney's true
Oh, ain't the Cop-
per ashun jest a cum-
min out in the Hi
Art line! Why,
dreckly as they let it
be nown as they was
a willin to make
room in their bewtif ool
Galery for any of the
finest picters in the
hole country as peepel
was wantin to send
there, jest to let the
world no as they 'd got
'em, and that they wos
considered good enuff
by the Lord Mare and
the SherrifFs and all
the hole Court of Hal-
dermen, than they
came a poring in in
such kwantities, that
pore Mr. Welsh, the
Souperintendant, was
obligated to arsk all
the hole Court of com-
mon Counselmen,
what on airth he was
to do with 'em, and
they told him to hin-
sult the Libery Com-
mittee on the matter,
and they, like the
lerned gents as they
is, told him to take
down sum of the
werry biggest and the
most strikingest ifas
they 'd got of their
hone Picters and ang
'em up in the Gildhall
Westybool, as they
calls it, coz it's in the East, I spose, and so
make room for a lot of the littel uns as had
been sent to 'em, coz they was painted by
"Old Marsters," tho' who "Old Marsters''
was, I, for one, never could make out, xcep
that he must.have well deserved his Nick-
name, considering the number of picters as he
Consarnin' " Our Poor Little Army," ■ must ha' painted. And now cums won of the