DOI Heft:
August 20, 1892
DOI Seite / Zitierlink: https://doi.org/10.11588/diglit.17694#0081
76 PUNCH, OE THE LONDON CHARIVARI. [August 20, 1892.
iwadpatc pv mdhmi | put 'ad no bother with her! and never, as long as I live, shall I forgit
ivi*\k^a it hi muuiM i_ van ^ ^ ^ ; her Grandpa.s words when he gaw her settin, up in her ,igh eheer at
It is about nine p.m. ; in the West, a faint saffron flush is lingering tea, with her little cheeks a marsk o' marmalade. "Lotjiser Jyne,"
above the green and opal sea, while, the upper part of the church he sez, " you mark my words—she's the on'y reelly nice byby you
tower still keeps the warm gloiv of sunset._ The stars are begin- ever 'ad, or will ave ! "
ning to appear, and a mellow half moon is rising in a deep violet Her Comp An' he wasn't given to compliments in a general way,
sky. Lamps are twinkling above the dusky cliffs, and along the neither, ivas he ?
curve of the shore. Anxious Mother. I can't make him out. Sometimes I think he
The Reader icill kindly imagine himself on a seat at the end of the means something, and yet,- Every morning we've been here,
Pier, where _ the Band is playing, and scraps of conversation he's come up to her on the Pier, and brought her a carnation inside
from his neighbours and passing promenaders, reach his ear of his 'at.
involuntarily. Her Confidante. Then depend upon it, my dear, he has intentions.
Fair Promenader {roused to enthusiasm by the surroundings). Oh, I should say so, certingly!
don't it look lovely at night ? [Impulsively.) I can't 'elp sayin' so. The Mother. Ah, but Carrie tells me she's dropped her glove,
Her Companion [tohose emotions are less easily stirred). Why ? accidental-like, over and over again, and he's always picked it up,
The Fair P. [apologetically). Oh, I don't know exactly—these —and handed it back to her. I reelly don't know what to think !
sort o' scenes always do take my fancy. The Confidante. Well^ I wouldn't lose heart—with the moon
Her Comp. [making a concession to her iveakness). Well, I must drawin' on to the full, as it is !, A Seaside Siren [conscious
say it's picturesque enough _ of a dazzling complexion—to
—what with the gas outside ___■ a suburban Ulysses). I wish
the MJ1 by the Sea, and the ■ ■ . ; • .' . --^^^^^^^^r^r. I could get brown—I think
he won't come'bothering us! • - l|| _lfflP^^; :~Z^f^~:you know, specially the nose
(Mr. S. gratifies her desire —____ . ~~^=^^^Z —catches 'em there, y'know!
unconsciousness.) Well, I -^y^^P^^^^^^^^^^^'l-g^^gj^^^^^^^P fc^^^^^^^j to you, I'm sure! ^Is that
have seen us. Too grand to /^lltl™ Ulysses. Oh, I wasn't
be seen talking to us here, /^fuul^^ thinking of you when I said
Second Girl. I'm sure I /Vi\|§M The Siren. You 're very
wouldn't be seen talking to rajjjroS complimentary. But jlo tell
him^ thaVs^all! ^ Why, he's • me—am J li^e t\^?^She
you^ don't' begin^ ^ laughingj ^^^^^^^^ ^^^^^^ ^^^^^^^^ ^ ^^^^^^ S^^^^ ^e®» °^^r^ don't show up
them). You two seem 'iBi ^^^K j^^^ffli^^^^^^^^^^m ll^^ J11 L^-E^r Margit's vulgar. They must
ighly amused at^ something. I^S'^^^^^^^i' ^y^fflPl^^^ ^^""^#111^^^ ^ ^reC*°US 'ar<^ *° Pjease»
Second Girl [as the first is fRlll^w^^^^^^^^l ~ JBllli ^^^^wi^^^^" as wnat most are, and I can
compelled to bury her face - '^^^^S^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^J^^^^^^^^S^^^- assure YeT ^ there was any-
Don't you be too curious. fSBl I^^B'^^^^^^^^^^' ' i^^fff^ ^^^^^^^^^^^^^ shouldn't come down 'ere
I ^'11 tell ^ you this much— \ ^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^ r.e^ar' season ^after season,
As there is nothing parti- ^ ^ ' ^ ^^^^^^^^^-^^s- But if you're'on the sands
cular to tell, Miss Bella a , -„ . n , lr ., , 7 „ all day, how is it I never see
preserves the secret. _ Some peoPle wlU tel1 yer' now'that Marglt S
My. S. [reconnoitring his rear suspiciously). There 's nothing
pinned on to my coat-tails, is there ? [Renewed mirth from the
couple.) Well, I see you're occupied—so, good evenin'.
[Walks on, with offended dignity.
Second Girl. There! I knew how it would be—he 's gone off in a —on the 'armonium.
huff now! _ _ Fern. V. [rapturously). Oh! I 'ad a sort o' feeling, from the
First^ Girl. Let him! He ought to know better than take offence very first, that you must be Somebody '
at nothing. And such a ridic'lous little object as he's looking, too! I A Lodging-House Keeper. Yes, nice people they was—I don't
I
you ?
Male Voice [mysteriously). Would you like to know ? Really ?
You shall. ( With pride.) I'm one of the Niggers!
Fern. V. [deeply impressed). Not " Gussie," or " Uncle Ernie \ "
Male V. [with proud superiority). Not exactly. I conduct, I do
What else can he expect, I'd like to know! . . . Don't you feel it
chilly, sitting still ?
Second Girl [rising with alacrity). I was just thinking. Suppose
we take a turn—the other way round, or he might think
First Girl. We'11 show him others have their pride as well as
him. _ [They disappear in the crowd.
Mr. Spiffing [repassing a few minutes later, with one of the borrered the kittles for them when the School Inspector was comin'—
know when I 've 'adsuch nice people. I'll tell you what they did
. . . They come on a Thursday—yes, Thursday it was—and took
the rooms from the Saturday followin' to the next Saturday—and
then they stopped on to the Saturday after that. I do call that
nice—don't you ?
A Mystic Plaint from a Bench). Many and many a time I've
young Ladies on each arm). Well, there, say no more about it—so ! and now for them to turn round on me like this! It's a shame, it is
long as it wasn't at Me, I don't mind ! [They pass on. A Lady of Economical Principles [at a Bow-window, addressing
A Wheezy Matron [in a shawl). She was a prettier byby in the her Husband at the railings). Why, my dear feller, why ever did
fice than any o' the others—sech a lydylike byby she was—we never ! you go and do that— when there was a bed empty 'ere for him ?
iwadpatc pv mdhmi | put 'ad no bother with her! and never, as long as I live, shall I forgit
ivi*\k^a it hi muuiM i_ van ^ ^ ^ ; her Grandpa.s words when he gaw her settin, up in her ,igh eheer at
It is about nine p.m. ; in the West, a faint saffron flush is lingering tea, with her little cheeks a marsk o' marmalade. "Lotjiser Jyne,"
above the green and opal sea, while, the upper part of the church he sez, " you mark my words—she's the on'y reelly nice byby you
tower still keeps the warm gloiv of sunset._ The stars are begin- ever 'ad, or will ave ! "
ning to appear, and a mellow half moon is rising in a deep violet Her Comp An' he wasn't given to compliments in a general way,
sky. Lamps are twinkling above the dusky cliffs, and along the neither, ivas he ?
curve of the shore. Anxious Mother. I can't make him out. Sometimes I think he
The Reader icill kindly imagine himself on a seat at the end of the means something, and yet,- Every morning we've been here,
Pier, where _ the Band is playing, and scraps of conversation he's come up to her on the Pier, and brought her a carnation inside
from his neighbours and passing promenaders, reach his ear of his 'at.
involuntarily. Her Confidante. Then depend upon it, my dear, he has intentions.
Fair Promenader {roused to enthusiasm by the surroundings). Oh, I should say so, certingly!
don't it look lovely at night ? [Impulsively.) I can't 'elp sayin' so. The Mother. Ah, but Carrie tells me she's dropped her glove,
Her Companion [tohose emotions are less easily stirred). Why ? accidental-like, over and over again, and he's always picked it up,
The Fair P. [apologetically). Oh, I don't know exactly—these —and handed it back to her. I reelly don't know what to think !
sort o' scenes always do take my fancy. The Confidante. Well^ I wouldn't lose heart—with the moon
Her Comp. [making a concession to her iveakness). Well, I must drawin' on to the full, as it is !, A Seaside Siren [conscious
say it's picturesque enough _ of a dazzling complexion—to
—what with the gas outside ___■ a suburban Ulysses). I wish
the MJ1 by the Sea, and the ■ ■ . ; • .' . --^^^^^^^^r^r. I could get brown—I think
he won't come'bothering us! • - l|| _lfflP^^; :~Z^f^~:you know, specially the nose
(Mr. S. gratifies her desire —____ . ~~^=^^^Z —catches 'em there, y'know!
unconsciousness.) Well, I -^y^^P^^^^^^^^^^^'l-g^^gj^^^^^^^P fc^^^^^^^j to you, I'm sure! ^Is that
have seen us. Too grand to /^lltl™ Ulysses. Oh, I wasn't
be seen talking to us here, /^fuul^^ thinking of you when I said
Second Girl. I'm sure I /Vi\|§M The Siren. You 're very
wouldn't be seen talking to rajjjroS complimentary. But jlo tell
him^ thaVs^all! ^ Why, he's • me—am J li^e t\^?^She
you^ don't' begin^ ^ laughingj ^^^^^^^^ ^^^^^^ ^^^^^^^^ ^ ^^^^^^ S^^^^ ^e®» °^^r^ don't show up
them). You two seem 'iBi ^^^K j^^^ffli^^^^^^^^^^m ll^^ J11 L^-E^r Margit's vulgar. They must
ighly amused at^ something. I^S'^^^^^^^i' ^y^fflPl^^^ ^^""^#111^^^ ^ ^reC*°US 'ar<^ *° Pjease»
Second Girl [as the first is fRlll^w^^^^^^^^l ~ JBllli ^^^^wi^^^^" as wnat most are, and I can
compelled to bury her face - '^^^^S^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^J^^^^^^^^S^^^- assure YeT ^ there was any-
Don't you be too curious. fSBl I^^B'^^^^^^^^^^' ' i^^fff^ ^^^^^^^^^^^^^ shouldn't come down 'ere
I ^'11 tell ^ you this much— \ ^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^ r.e^ar' season ^after season,
As there is nothing parti- ^ ^ ' ^ ^^^^^^^^^-^^s- But if you're'on the sands
cular to tell, Miss Bella a , -„ . n , lr ., , 7 „ all day, how is it I never see
preserves the secret. _ Some peoPle wlU tel1 yer' now'that Marglt S
My. S. [reconnoitring his rear suspiciously). There 's nothing
pinned on to my coat-tails, is there ? [Renewed mirth from the
couple.) Well, I see you're occupied—so, good evenin'.
[Walks on, with offended dignity.
Second Girl. There! I knew how it would be—he 's gone off in a —on the 'armonium.
huff now! _ _ Fern. V. [rapturously). Oh! I 'ad a sort o' feeling, from the
First^ Girl. Let him! He ought to know better than take offence very first, that you must be Somebody '
at nothing. And such a ridic'lous little object as he's looking, too! I A Lodging-House Keeper. Yes, nice people they was—I don't
I
you ?
Male Voice [mysteriously). Would you like to know ? Really ?
You shall. ( With pride.) I'm one of the Niggers!
Fern. V. [deeply impressed). Not " Gussie," or " Uncle Ernie \ "
Male V. [with proud superiority). Not exactly. I conduct, I do
What else can he expect, I'd like to know! . . . Don't you feel it
chilly, sitting still ?
Second Girl [rising with alacrity). I was just thinking. Suppose
we take a turn—the other way round, or he might think
First Girl. We'11 show him others have their pride as well as
him. _ [They disappear in the crowd.
Mr. Spiffing [repassing a few minutes later, with one of the borrered the kittles for them when the School Inspector was comin'—
know when I 've 'adsuch nice people. I'll tell you what they did
. . . They come on a Thursday—yes, Thursday it was—and took
the rooms from the Saturday followin' to the next Saturday—and
then they stopped on to the Saturday after that. I do call that
nice—don't you ?
A Mystic Plaint from a Bench). Many and many a time I've
young Ladies on each arm). Well, there, say no more about it—so ! and now for them to turn round on me like this! It's a shame, it is
long as it wasn't at Me, I don't mind ! [They pass on. A Lady of Economical Principles [at a Bow-window, addressing
A Wheezy Matron [in a shawl). She was a prettier byby in the her Husband at the railings). Why, my dear feller, why ever did
fice than any o' the others—sech a lydylike byby she was—we never ! you go and do that— when there was a bed empty 'ere for him ?