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May 14, 1892
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PUNCH, OR THE LONDON CHARIVARI.
[May 14, 1892.
3fr. Bill. And though
he seems cocksure the
Gen'l Election he '11
win,
Maybe if he's out to me
always, he may not
get in ! {Exeunt,
Grand Old Voice {with-
in). Look nasty! Now
have I done wisely this
time—on reflection ?
One must be so careful—
" in view of the Gene-
ral Election!"
DRAWING-ROOM INANITIES.
She. "No, don't sit there, Mr. Splosher—that's my Ugly Side!"
He {wishing to please). "Well—a—really—I don't see any Difference
7'd pamphlet the wily old word-spinner.
Mr. Bill. Ah! I've no doubt;
But wot can we do when his flunkey assures
us he's out ?
3Iiss Sarah. We 're out, anyhow.
Mr. Bill. Ah! you see you ain't never
got in.
But me, his old pardner and pal! It's a
shame, and a sin!
He's throwed lots of cold water of late, I
ain't no respecter of pussons, he ain't! j am blowed if I likes
Miss Sarah {tartly). "Well, this tries the His wobbleyfied views about Payment of
"NOT AT HOME !"
(A Duologue on a Doorstep.)
Scene— The G. 0. M.'s front door. Two ex-
pectant callers, Eight-Hours Bill and
Miss Sarah Suffrage, in sore disappoint-
ment and sonie disgust, inter locate :—
Mr. Bill {sardonically). You too ? Ah! he
temper of even a Suffrage she-saint
I did think, — but there, you cannot trust
Men—even Grand Old Ones!
Mr. Bill. Trust? Them as do trust Party
Leaders are gen'rally sold ones.
It don't a mite matter which side.
Miss Sarah. Well, as far as I see,
The other side shows the most signs, Bill, of
favouring Me!
I'm sure Mister Balfour was awfully civil
and nice.
Mr. Bill. You won't trust Prince Arthur
too far, if you '11 take my advice
Members, and Strikes.
And then that Hood bizness! Long rigmarole
—cheered by the Tories!
I fear it's all Ikybod now with our G. 0. M.'s
glories.
Miss Suffrage. I never quite liked him—at
heart. Mrs. Eawcett, she warned me.
Mr. Bill. Well, now, I did love him ! You
see, he so buttered and yarned me ;
And now—he won't see me! 0 Willyum,
I carn't understand it.
Miss Suffrage. I've asked him politely this
time. P'raps next time I '11 demand it
Miss Sarah. Well, no,—but I should like J Unsex me ? Aha! 1 am willing to wager
to pay out—the other. Ah, drat him ! Stonehenge
I'd comb his scant wool, the old fox, could I i To a pebble, when canvassing's wanted, I '11
only get at him. | have my revenge!
RECOLLECTIONS OF
(COCKNEY) "ARABIAN"
DAYS AND NIGHTS.
[Mr. Montagu Williams,
q.C., is about to publish, in
the pages of Household Words,
a series of descriptive articles,
embodying his more than Wel-
lerishly " extensive and pecu-
liar" knowledge of London,
and entitled " llound London,
Down East, Up West."J
When the breeze of ro-
mance in my youth
blew free,
'' A Welcome Guest" I was
wont to see.
It was a right good time
with me, [time.
Ajoyful, book-devouring
Far about London I was
borne,
From night to night, from
morn to morn;
From Street to Park, from
Tower to Dock.
I was conveyed "Twice
Round the Clock."
True Sala-ite was I and
sworn, [prime
For it was in the golden
Of graphic George Au-
gustus :
And now I find me revel-
ling through
A magazine of saffron hue.
Called " Sala's Journal,11
and I swim
Once more in London's
rushing tide,
Piloted as of old by him
Through " London Up to Date." With pride,
I own I have a goodly time,
For still it seems the golden prime
Of graphic George Augustus.
But many another since my youth'
The streets of Babylon hath trod,
With a statistic measuring-rod,
Or philanthropic gauge. In sooth
There was George Sims, there is Charles
Booth.
We now search out the Social Truth ;
A goodly plan, in the old time
Foreshadowed in the golden prime
Of worthy Henry Mayhew.
Now London Labour, London Poor,
Occupy pen and pencil more
Than Pictures in the Passing Show
Of the Immense Metropolis.
And few have knowledge such as his,
(The great Q.C., the worthy Beak !)
Of modern Babylon, high and low ;
And so shall I with interest seek
These pages, full of interest,
" Round London, Down East, and Up
West.1'
True picture of the present time,
Drawn for us by the pencil prime
Of good Montagu Williams !
PUNCH, OR THE LONDON CHARIVARI.
[May 14, 1892.
3fr. Bill. And though
he seems cocksure the
Gen'l Election he '11
win,
Maybe if he's out to me
always, he may not
get in ! {Exeunt,
Grand Old Voice {with-
in). Look nasty! Now
have I done wisely this
time—on reflection ?
One must be so careful—
" in view of the Gene-
ral Election!"
DRAWING-ROOM INANITIES.
She. "No, don't sit there, Mr. Splosher—that's my Ugly Side!"
He {wishing to please). "Well—a—really—I don't see any Difference
7'd pamphlet the wily old word-spinner.
Mr. Bill. Ah! I've no doubt;
But wot can we do when his flunkey assures
us he's out ?
3Iiss Sarah. We 're out, anyhow.
Mr. Bill. Ah! you see you ain't never
got in.
But me, his old pardner and pal! It's a
shame, and a sin!
He's throwed lots of cold water of late, I
ain't no respecter of pussons, he ain't! j am blowed if I likes
Miss Sarah {tartly). "Well, this tries the His wobbleyfied views about Payment of
"NOT AT HOME !"
(A Duologue on a Doorstep.)
Scene— The G. 0. M.'s front door. Two ex-
pectant callers, Eight-Hours Bill and
Miss Sarah Suffrage, in sore disappoint-
ment and sonie disgust, inter locate :—
Mr. Bill {sardonically). You too ? Ah! he
temper of even a Suffrage she-saint
I did think, — but there, you cannot trust
Men—even Grand Old Ones!
Mr. Bill. Trust? Them as do trust Party
Leaders are gen'rally sold ones.
It don't a mite matter which side.
Miss Sarah. Well, as far as I see,
The other side shows the most signs, Bill, of
favouring Me!
I'm sure Mister Balfour was awfully civil
and nice.
Mr. Bill. You won't trust Prince Arthur
too far, if you '11 take my advice
Members, and Strikes.
And then that Hood bizness! Long rigmarole
—cheered by the Tories!
I fear it's all Ikybod now with our G. 0. M.'s
glories.
Miss Suffrage. I never quite liked him—at
heart. Mrs. Eawcett, she warned me.
Mr. Bill. Well, now, I did love him ! You
see, he so buttered and yarned me ;
And now—he won't see me! 0 Willyum,
I carn't understand it.
Miss Suffrage. I've asked him politely this
time. P'raps next time I '11 demand it
Miss Sarah. Well, no,—but I should like J Unsex me ? Aha! 1 am willing to wager
to pay out—the other. Ah, drat him ! Stonehenge
I'd comb his scant wool, the old fox, could I i To a pebble, when canvassing's wanted, I '11
only get at him. | have my revenge!
RECOLLECTIONS OF
(COCKNEY) "ARABIAN"
DAYS AND NIGHTS.
[Mr. Montagu Williams,
q.C., is about to publish, in
the pages of Household Words,
a series of descriptive articles,
embodying his more than Wel-
lerishly " extensive and pecu-
liar" knowledge of London,
and entitled " llound London,
Down East, Up West."J
When the breeze of ro-
mance in my youth
blew free,
'' A Welcome Guest" I was
wont to see.
It was a right good time
with me, [time.
Ajoyful, book-devouring
Far about London I was
borne,
From night to night, from
morn to morn;
From Street to Park, from
Tower to Dock.
I was conveyed "Twice
Round the Clock."
True Sala-ite was I and
sworn, [prime
For it was in the golden
Of graphic George Au-
gustus :
And now I find me revel-
ling through
A magazine of saffron hue.
Called " Sala's Journal,11
and I swim
Once more in London's
rushing tide,
Piloted as of old by him
Through " London Up to Date." With pride,
I own I have a goodly time,
For still it seems the golden prime
Of graphic George Augustus.
But many another since my youth'
The streets of Babylon hath trod,
With a statistic measuring-rod,
Or philanthropic gauge. In sooth
There was George Sims, there is Charles
Booth.
We now search out the Social Truth ;
A goodly plan, in the old time
Foreshadowed in the golden prime
Of worthy Henry Mayhew.
Now London Labour, London Poor,
Occupy pen and pencil more
Than Pictures in the Passing Show
Of the Immense Metropolis.
And few have knowledge such as his,
(The great Q.C., the worthy Beak !)
Of modern Babylon, high and low ;
And so shall I with interest seek
These pages, full of interest,
" Round London, Down East, and Up
West.1'
True picture of the present time,
Drawn for us by the pencil prime
Of good Montagu Williams !