DOI Heft:
July 23, 1892
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July 23, 1892.]
PUNCH, OR THE LONDON CHARIVARI.
29
Mr. Moleskin. Now, then, what do you want 'ere ? _ (Mr. C.-J.
explains his ohject, in some confusion.) Oh, that's it, is it? And
what right ha' you got comin' up my stairs as if they belonged to
you ? Jest you tell me that!
Mr. C.-J. {meekly). I'm really very sorry—but I was—er—
shotvn up.
Mr. M. It's 'igh time you and the likes o' jou were shown up, in
my opinion. 'Ow would you like to 'ave me comin' bustin' up your
stairs, eh ?
Mr. C.-J. [thinking that he wouldn't like it at all). I "assure you
I quite feel that this is an unwarrantable intrusion on my part—I
must ask you to accept my best apologies—but I should be very glad
to know that we might count on your—er—support at such a national
crisis.
Mr. M. I dessay yer would. But what I ask you is—where does
the secresy of the Ballot come in, if I'm to tell you which way I'm
goin' to give my vote ?
Mr. C.-J. [in distress). Pray believe that I should not dream of
—er—forcing any confidence from you, or dictating to you in any
way I I merely-
Mr. M. {mollified). Well, I don't mind tellin' yer this much:—
I've made up my mind long ago, and, when the time comes, I shall
vote to please myself and nobody else ; and that's as much as you've
got any right to know!
Mr. C.-J. {with a feeling that he woidd give much the same answer
himself under similar circumstances). Then I'm afraid it would be
of no use if I said any more ?
Mr. M. Not a bit o' use ! \_JLe goes into his room again.
Mrs. Moleskin {coining out and addressing her son from landing).
'Ere, Jimmy, you come in orf o' that doorstep, and don't you go
showin' any more folks up, or you don't know oo' you may let in next!
Mr. C.-J. {sadly, to himself, as he descends). I'd no idea canvas-
sing was such exhausting work. I—I really think I've done enough
for one afternoon! [Leaves Little Anna Maria Street—for ever '
"Beak wit-h Us."—In the case reported in the papers last week
of " an infuriated bear shot at Croydon," Inspector Ormonde said
that "when the ring had been removed from its lip, the animal was
so much relieved that it immediately turned a somersault." A pic-
ture of this inte-
resting incident
should be at once
painted and hung
up in the Divorce
Court. The hus-
band, who has
become quite a
bear in conse-
quence of his
better half having
rendered herself
quite unbearable,
would naturally
turn head - over-
heels with joy on
getting quit of
the ring. But
alas! mark the
Bear with us !" ^ en& 0f the poor
bear. He got more and more excited; he had to be locked up in a
stable. Here the joy and novelty of the situation overcame him ; his
mighty brain gave way; he became mad as a hatter—{Alice in
Wonderland might have asked, " Then why didn't they send for a
hatter, who would have brought a chimney-pot, or some sort of a tile
for his bear-head ? ")—and subsequently the veterinary Mr. Theale
(whose ancestral namesake had considerable experience in dealing
with that learned bear, Dr. Johnson) procured a gun, and potted
the bear. Awkward in his life, but grease-ful in his death.
LADY GAY'S SELECTIONS.
Dear Mr. Punch, Mount Street, Grosvenor Square.
Anything more dreary than racing during this week's
weather at Newmarket can scarcely be imagined! I have often
heard Lord Arthur declare he was "as dry as a limekiln," and
always thought it an absurd expression ; and now I know it is !—for
anything more wet than the Limekilns at Newmarket this week I
never saw!—it's a mystery to me how the poor horses and men avoid
catching cold, cantering about there without galoshes—though, by
the way, Mr. Hammond had one " Galoche" which, of course,
was not much use !
Owing to the smallness (that's a good word) of the attendance, we
were " pinched " a little in the prices, and of course the pinch came
where one least expected it, which was somewhat disconcerting—but
as most of the," good things " came off all right—(especially those we
EDWARDO AMD EDWINI-
A Japanese Jape bv our Ever-on-the-Spot Artist "Lira
Joko," representing Sir Edwin Arnold receiving the Order
of "The First Descriptive Leader "from H.I.M., Dali Telli,
The Mikado.
took with us from Benoist and Fortnum's)—it did not matter so
much. Ladies of course were chiefly conspicuous by their absence,
but my sweet friend Lady Newman Gateshead was quite the Belle
of the gathering, and attracted nearly as much attention as the
Queen of Navarre, who naturally won her race in royal style!
My selection for the Chesterfield Stakes, Meddler, was successful
after a short struggle with the Duke of Portland's Kilmarnock to
whom he had to give five pounds (I hope this does not mean that the
noble owner is in want of money!); but I am told the latter was not
"fit" and "will do better with time!" though I don't quite see
how that can be, as surely "time" travels faster than Meddler, so
that, unless they take time with him, the handicap will be difficult
to frame! By the way, when the handicaps are framed, where do
they hang them up? and is it one of the "perks" of the Handi-
capper to supply the frames P
Those who waited in the rain for the last race on Wednesday
were rewarded with a splendid exhibition of horsemanship, given by
Webb on St. Angelo ; who appears to be somewhat of a "handful"
{St. Angelo I mean, not Webb, who is very slight), and evinces a
strong desire to run in any direction but the one desired of him!
I think Mr. Milner should have him trained on a zigzag method,
when his natural wilfulness would cause him to run straight when
racing! This is an excellent idea, and I have others equally good
(applicable to all styles of horses), which I intend to suggest to
different trainers on my next visit to Newmarket!
We were all relieved when the " curtain rang down " on Thurs-
day—(this is not, at first sight, a racing expression, but is largely
used by sporting writers, as demonstrating the diversified nature of
their knowledge !), in time for us to catch the early special for Liver-
pool Street; which, special, might really, from the major portion of
its patrons, have been thought to be starting for Jerusalem !
Friday was a glorious day for the Eclipse, which was only visible
from the Observatory at Esher—the best account appears to have
been given by Professor Orme, who recovered from his recent severe
illness just in time to be present.
Just a word in conclusion on the big race of next week—a paradox
—be "wideawake" and go "nap" on my tip, from information
privately given to Yours devotedly, Lady Gay.
Liverpool Cup Selection.
Some owners win, although their
In temper be a " villen;" [gee,
As that is not the sort for me,
I favour " Enniskillen.'1''
PUNCH, OR THE LONDON CHARIVARI.
29
Mr. Moleskin. Now, then, what do you want 'ere ? _ (Mr. C.-J.
explains his ohject, in some confusion.) Oh, that's it, is it? And
what right ha' you got comin' up my stairs as if they belonged to
you ? Jest you tell me that!
Mr. C.-J. {meekly). I'm really very sorry—but I was—er—
shotvn up.
Mr. M. It's 'igh time you and the likes o' jou were shown up, in
my opinion. 'Ow would you like to 'ave me comin' bustin' up your
stairs, eh ?
Mr. C.-J. [thinking that he wouldn't like it at all). I "assure you
I quite feel that this is an unwarrantable intrusion on my part—I
must ask you to accept my best apologies—but I should be very glad
to know that we might count on your—er—support at such a national
crisis.
Mr. M. I dessay yer would. But what I ask you is—where does
the secresy of the Ballot come in, if I'm to tell you which way I'm
goin' to give my vote ?
Mr. C.-J. [in distress). Pray believe that I should not dream of
—er—forcing any confidence from you, or dictating to you in any
way I I merely-
Mr. M. {mollified). Well, I don't mind tellin' yer this much:—
I've made up my mind long ago, and, when the time comes, I shall
vote to please myself and nobody else ; and that's as much as you've
got any right to know!
Mr. C.-J. {with a feeling that he woidd give much the same answer
himself under similar circumstances). Then I'm afraid it would be
of no use if I said any more ?
Mr. M. Not a bit o' use ! \_JLe goes into his room again.
Mrs. Moleskin {coining out and addressing her son from landing).
'Ere, Jimmy, you come in orf o' that doorstep, and don't you go
showin' any more folks up, or you don't know oo' you may let in next!
Mr. C.-J. {sadly, to himself, as he descends). I'd no idea canvas-
sing was such exhausting work. I—I really think I've done enough
for one afternoon! [Leaves Little Anna Maria Street—for ever '
"Beak wit-h Us."—In the case reported in the papers last week
of " an infuriated bear shot at Croydon," Inspector Ormonde said
that "when the ring had been removed from its lip, the animal was
so much relieved that it immediately turned a somersault." A pic-
ture of this inte-
resting incident
should be at once
painted and hung
up in the Divorce
Court. The hus-
band, who has
become quite a
bear in conse-
quence of his
better half having
rendered herself
quite unbearable,
would naturally
turn head - over-
heels with joy on
getting quit of
the ring. But
alas! mark the
Bear with us !" ^ en& 0f the poor
bear. He got more and more excited; he had to be locked up in a
stable. Here the joy and novelty of the situation overcame him ; his
mighty brain gave way; he became mad as a hatter—{Alice in
Wonderland might have asked, " Then why didn't they send for a
hatter, who would have brought a chimney-pot, or some sort of a tile
for his bear-head ? ")—and subsequently the veterinary Mr. Theale
(whose ancestral namesake had considerable experience in dealing
with that learned bear, Dr. Johnson) procured a gun, and potted
the bear. Awkward in his life, but grease-ful in his death.
LADY GAY'S SELECTIONS.
Dear Mr. Punch, Mount Street, Grosvenor Square.
Anything more dreary than racing during this week's
weather at Newmarket can scarcely be imagined! I have often
heard Lord Arthur declare he was "as dry as a limekiln," and
always thought it an absurd expression ; and now I know it is !—for
anything more wet than the Limekilns at Newmarket this week I
never saw!—it's a mystery to me how the poor horses and men avoid
catching cold, cantering about there without galoshes—though, by
the way, Mr. Hammond had one " Galoche" which, of course,
was not much use !
Owing to the smallness (that's a good word) of the attendance, we
were " pinched " a little in the prices, and of course the pinch came
where one least expected it, which was somewhat disconcerting—but
as most of the," good things " came off all right—(especially those we
EDWARDO AMD EDWINI-
A Japanese Jape bv our Ever-on-the-Spot Artist "Lira
Joko," representing Sir Edwin Arnold receiving the Order
of "The First Descriptive Leader "from H.I.M., Dali Telli,
The Mikado.
took with us from Benoist and Fortnum's)—it did not matter so
much. Ladies of course were chiefly conspicuous by their absence,
but my sweet friend Lady Newman Gateshead was quite the Belle
of the gathering, and attracted nearly as much attention as the
Queen of Navarre, who naturally won her race in royal style!
My selection for the Chesterfield Stakes, Meddler, was successful
after a short struggle with the Duke of Portland's Kilmarnock to
whom he had to give five pounds (I hope this does not mean that the
noble owner is in want of money!); but I am told the latter was not
"fit" and "will do better with time!" though I don't quite see
how that can be, as surely "time" travels faster than Meddler, so
that, unless they take time with him, the handicap will be difficult
to frame! By the way, when the handicaps are framed, where do
they hang them up? and is it one of the "perks" of the Handi-
capper to supply the frames P
Those who waited in the rain for the last race on Wednesday
were rewarded with a splendid exhibition of horsemanship, given by
Webb on St. Angelo ; who appears to be somewhat of a "handful"
{St. Angelo I mean, not Webb, who is very slight), and evinces a
strong desire to run in any direction but the one desired of him!
I think Mr. Milner should have him trained on a zigzag method,
when his natural wilfulness would cause him to run straight when
racing! This is an excellent idea, and I have others equally good
(applicable to all styles of horses), which I intend to suggest to
different trainers on my next visit to Newmarket!
We were all relieved when the " curtain rang down " on Thurs-
day—(this is not, at first sight, a racing expression, but is largely
used by sporting writers, as demonstrating the diversified nature of
their knowledge !), in time for us to catch the early special for Liver-
pool Street; which, special, might really, from the major portion of
its patrons, have been thought to be starting for Jerusalem !
Friday was a glorious day for the Eclipse, which was only visible
from the Observatory at Esher—the best account appears to have
been given by Professor Orme, who recovered from his recent severe
illness just in time to be present.
Just a word in conclusion on the big race of next week—a paradox
—be "wideawake" and go "nap" on my tip, from information
privately given to Yours devotedly, Lady Gay.
Liverpool Cup Selection.
Some owners win, although their
In temper be a " villen;" [gee,
As that is not the sort for me,
I favour " Enniskillen.'1''