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June 18, 1892
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292 PUNCH, OR THE LONDON CHARIVARI. [June 18, 1892.
THINGS ONE WOULD RATHER HAVE EXPRESSED OTHERWISE.
Married Vicar. "Well, my Bishop was very particular with
Me, Among other things, he asked me, before presenting
me, whether my wlfe was a lady! "
Ilis Curate {reflectively). "I can quite understand that.'"
THE WAY THEY HAVE IN THE ARMY.
(A Conversation—Purely Imaginary.)
Scene—Pall Mall. Present, Secretary of State and Military
Adviser.
Mil. A. I want to know your ideas about the Autumn Manoeuvres.
Are we to have any this year ?
Sec. of S. {with a melancholy smile). That depends upon circum-
stances not entirely under my control.
Mil. A. Oh, yes; I know. But Governments may come and
Governments may go, but the State flows on for ever. Whatever
you commence they will have to carry out.
Sec. of S. Can we have these Manoeuvres without expense ?
Mil. A. Well, scarcely. For instance, there is the ammunition.
Sec. of S. Oh, we can get over that! Every soldier, when he is
supposed to fire, ean say, "Bang!" or words to that effect. We
might add the direction to the new Provisional Drill-Book.
Mil. A. {drily). Yes, you might; and it would prove about as
useful as the other regulations in that remarkable volume ! Well,
suppose the difficulty of ammunition surmounted, what next ?
Sec. of S. Well, 1 suppose we shall have to spend some money on
the farmers for rights of way and the rest of it ?
Mil. A. I suppose so, if you want the troops to move over an
unfamiliar country.
Sec. of S. But I am not sure 1 do. Why shouldn't they learn how
to defend Aldershot ? Then it would cost nothing. What next ?
Mil. A. Well, there will be the Commissariat expenses.
Sec. of S. Suppose food costs the same in most places. Besides,
isn't Tommy Atkins supposed to purchase his own victuals ?
Mil. A. Yes, theoretically I suppose he is ; but practically he-
Sec. of S. Oh, bother practice ! Of course he must, somehow; he
must pay for the Commissariat out of his own pocket.
Mil. A. Well, then there is the question of transport. Of course,
many regiments have their own waggons and carts, but for a special
occasion I think it would be advisable if--■
Sec. of S. {interrupting). What nonsense! Why, of course we
will make them all walk. It will do them a world of good!
Mil. A. Well, as we want to bring some from Scotland, it will
distinctly be a long walk— a very long walk indeed !
Sec. of S. {heartily). So much the better—so much the better !
Mil. A. {sarcastically). 1 fancy you will have to pay a large bill
in shoe-leather!
Sec. of S. {aghast). So we shall! Oh, bother the Manoeuvres just
now! The fact is, I have to think of other things!
\_Scene closes in upon Secretary thinking of other things.
STUDIES IN THE NEW POETRY.
No. II.
Mr. Punch's first example of the New Poetry was, it may be
remembered, in the rhymed, irregular style. It is not a difficult
style. The lines may be long or short; some may groan under an
accumulation of words, while others consist of merely two or three—
a most unfair distribution. The style of the following specimen
(also by Mr. H-nl-y) is, however, even easier to manage. There
are no rhymes and very few restrictions. The lines are very short,
and a few words, therefore, go a very long way, which is always a
consideration, even if you don't happen to be paid by the _ column.
This style is very fierce and bloodthirsty and terrible. Timid people
are, therefore, advised, for the sake of their nerves, not to read any
farther.
THE SONG OF THE POKER.
The Poker,
Clanging,
am the Poker the straight and
the strong,
Prone in the fire-grate,
Black at the nether end,
Knobby and nebulous.
Fashioned for fight _
In the Pit Acherontic:
Many have grappled me,
Poised me and thrust me
Into the glowing,
The flashing and furious
Heart of the fire.
Raked with me, prized with me,
Till on a sudden
Besparked and encircled
With Welsh or with Wallsend,
Shattering, battering
They drew me away.
Others in rivalry,
Thinking to better
The previous performance,
Seized me again;
Pushed with a leverage
Hard on the haft of me,
Till with the shocks
Sank the>d^fire,
Shivered and sank
Subdued into blackness.
That is my Toil;
I am the Poker.
Oh, and the burglar's head
Often hath felt me,
Hard, undesirable
Cracker of craniums.
I have drunk of the blood,
The red blood, the life-blood
Of the wife of the drunkard.
Hoh! then, the glory,
The joyous, ineffable
Cup of fulfilment,
When the policeman,
Tall with a bull's-eye,
Took me and shook me,
Produced me in evidence,
There in the dim
Unappeasable grisliness
Of the Police-Court.
Women to shrink at me,
Men to be cursed with me,
Bloodstained, contemptuous,
Laid on the table.
I am the Minister,
Azrael's Minister.
I am the Poker.
THINGS ONE WOULD RATHER HAVE EXPRESSED OTHERWISE.
Married Vicar. "Well, my Bishop was very particular with
Me, Among other things, he asked me, before presenting
me, whether my wlfe was a lady! "
Ilis Curate {reflectively). "I can quite understand that.'"
THE WAY THEY HAVE IN THE ARMY.
(A Conversation—Purely Imaginary.)
Scene—Pall Mall. Present, Secretary of State and Military
Adviser.
Mil. A. I want to know your ideas about the Autumn Manoeuvres.
Are we to have any this year ?
Sec. of S. {with a melancholy smile). That depends upon circum-
stances not entirely under my control.
Mil. A. Oh, yes; I know. But Governments may come and
Governments may go, but the State flows on for ever. Whatever
you commence they will have to carry out.
Sec. of S. Can we have these Manoeuvres without expense ?
Mil. A. Well, scarcely. For instance, there is the ammunition.
Sec. of S. Oh, we can get over that! Every soldier, when he is
supposed to fire, ean say, "Bang!" or words to that effect. We
might add the direction to the new Provisional Drill-Book.
Mil. A. {drily). Yes, you might; and it would prove about as
useful as the other regulations in that remarkable volume ! Well,
suppose the difficulty of ammunition surmounted, what next ?
Sec. of S. Well, 1 suppose we shall have to spend some money on
the farmers for rights of way and the rest of it ?
Mil. A. I suppose so, if you want the troops to move over an
unfamiliar country.
Sec. of S. But I am not sure 1 do. Why shouldn't they learn how
to defend Aldershot ? Then it would cost nothing. What next ?
Mil. A. Well, there will be the Commissariat expenses.
Sec. of S. Suppose food costs the same in most places. Besides,
isn't Tommy Atkins supposed to purchase his own victuals ?
Mil. A. Yes, theoretically I suppose he is ; but practically he-
Sec. of S. Oh, bother practice ! Of course he must, somehow; he
must pay for the Commissariat out of his own pocket.
Mil. A. Well, then there is the question of transport. Of course,
many regiments have their own waggons and carts, but for a special
occasion I think it would be advisable if--■
Sec. of S. {interrupting). What nonsense! Why, of course we
will make them all walk. It will do them a world of good!
Mil. A. Well, as we want to bring some from Scotland, it will
distinctly be a long walk— a very long walk indeed !
Sec. of S. {heartily). So much the better—so much the better !
Mil. A. {sarcastically). 1 fancy you will have to pay a large bill
in shoe-leather!
Sec. of S. {aghast). So we shall! Oh, bother the Manoeuvres just
now! The fact is, I have to think of other things!
\_Scene closes in upon Secretary thinking of other things.
STUDIES IN THE NEW POETRY.
No. II.
Mr. Punch's first example of the New Poetry was, it may be
remembered, in the rhymed, irregular style. It is not a difficult
style. The lines may be long or short; some may groan under an
accumulation of words, while others consist of merely two or three—
a most unfair distribution. The style of the following specimen
(also by Mr. H-nl-y) is, however, even easier to manage. There
are no rhymes and very few restrictions. The lines are very short,
and a few words, therefore, go a very long way, which is always a
consideration, even if you don't happen to be paid by the _ column.
This style is very fierce and bloodthirsty and terrible. Timid people
are, therefore, advised, for the sake of their nerves, not to read any
farther.
THE SONG OF THE POKER.
The Poker,
Clanging,
am the Poker the straight and
the strong,
Prone in the fire-grate,
Black at the nether end,
Knobby and nebulous.
Fashioned for fight _
In the Pit Acherontic:
Many have grappled me,
Poised me and thrust me
Into the glowing,
The flashing and furious
Heart of the fire.
Raked with me, prized with me,
Till on a sudden
Besparked and encircled
With Welsh or with Wallsend,
Shattering, battering
They drew me away.
Others in rivalry,
Thinking to better
The previous performance,
Seized me again;
Pushed with a leverage
Hard on the haft of me,
Till with the shocks
Sank the>d^fire,
Shivered and sank
Subdued into blackness.
That is my Toil;
I am the Poker.
Oh, and the burglar's head
Often hath felt me,
Hard, undesirable
Cracker of craniums.
I have drunk of the blood,
The red blood, the life-blood
Of the wife of the drunkard.
Hoh! then, the glory,
The joyous, ineffable
Cup of fulfilment,
When the policeman,
Tall with a bull's-eye,
Took me and shook me,
Produced me in evidence,
There in the dim
Unappeasable grisliness
Of the Police-Court.
Women to shrink at me,
Men to be cursed with me,
Bloodstained, contemptuous,
Laid on the table.
I am the Minister,
Azrael's Minister.
I am the Poker.