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October 22, 1892
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PUNCH, OH THE LONDON CHARIVARI.
[Octobek 22, 1892.
LADY GAY'S SELECTIONS.
Mount Street, Grosvenor
Square.
Dear Mr. Punch,—Your marvel-
lous judgment in the selection of your
" staff "—(I believe that is the correct
term to use in speaking of those who
write for the paper, though as a rule a
staff is wooden-headed, which I am
sure none of your contributors are!—
I can answer for one.')—has again
placed you in the position envied of all
Journals, viz.,—{why do people put
"viz.," and not "namely"':'—it is
silly!) that of affording "information"
given by no other Journal! All of
which preamble means,—(by the wav,
why " -pre-amble " ?—if one is a speedy
writer, why not " -pre-canter " ?)—that
Punch, in the person of Lady Gay—
(that may seem a little mixed, but it
isn't)—was the only Sporting Paper
which tipped the winner of the Cesare-
witch!
For confirmation of this I refer the
sceptical to my last week's letter, in
which I stated that in dreaming of the
race I dreamt that " Burnaby came to
the rescue"—and if this is not giving
the winner, I should like to know what
is! It is true I made Brandy my
" verse selection," but that would only
mislead th? people who go no further
than the surface (not of the brandy),
as anyone who gave the matter a
moment's thought would realise that
Brandy is always applied after a rescue!
I hear there was a " ton of money " for
the winner just before the start, but I
did not see anyone carrying it about,
so I suppose it was what they call
"covering money," which, I presume,
is covered over for safety, as it would
be risky to walk about a race-course
with a ton of loose money—not that I
suppose anyone who goes racing would
touch it, but it might be lost! Any-
how, there was a ton of money for the
winner after the race, which his owner
had to take, willy-nilly, or Hobson's
choice!
DIGNITY AND IMPUDENCE.
'' I SAY, Guv'NER ! WHEN ARE YOU GOING TO BE TOOK
DOWN FOR HaLTERATIONS AND REPAIRS ? "
The pleasantest feature of the meet-
ing, however, was the re-appearance of
H.Il.H. the Prince of Wales, which
was also pleasantly marked by one of
his horses winning a race ! The Public
having anxiously "watched" for
H.R.H., the success of The Vigil was
received with enthusiasm!
Next week takes us to Gatwick and
Sandown—(or rather the train takes
us—another absurd expression)—the
last day of the latter Meeting being
devoted to " Jumping Races," which is
the contemptuous way some people
speak of the winter branch of our
National Sport!—forgetting that it de-
mands the two most desirable quali-
ties in a horse, speed and endurance—
whereas the modern flat-racing has
degenerated, for the most part, into
scrambles and gambles, where speed
is the only requisite!—but more of this
anon—but not anonymous, as I be-
lieve in signed articles, as the appren-
tice said! {Not Bradford !)
The most important race at Gatwick
—[delightful place to go racing—lots of
room to move about in)—is the Thou-
sand Pound Handicap, in which race
Brandy is worth keeping an eye on,
as she ought to beat Burnaby at the
difference in the weights — other
horses that might make their mark
during the week—(especially now the
ground is soft)—are, Pilot, Golden
Garter—{I never was guilty of such
extravagance as that) — Queen of
Navarre—{she might have been) —
Meadow Brown, Terror, and Seawall,
the last three in the " Jumping
Races"—and, in conclusion, the in-
evitable rhythmical winner, from
Yours devotedly, Lady Gay.
Orleans Nursery
Selection.
The man who would back any other
Appears but a gander to be,
For the horse that all comers will
smother
Is certainly Tanderagee !
Ever against my breast,
Safe in my pocket pressed,
Ready at my behest,
Daintily pretty
Gilt-printed piece of leather,
Though fair or foul the weather,
Daily we go together
Up to the City.
Yet, as I ride at ease,
Papers strewn on my knees,
And I hear " Seasons, please! "
Shouted in warning:
MY SEASON TICKET.
Pockets I search in vain
All through and through again;
" Pray do not stop the train—
Lost it this morning.
No, I have not a card,
Nor can I pay you, Guard—
Truly my lot is hard,
This is the reason,
Now I recall to mind
Changing my clothes, I find
I left them all behind,—
Money, cards, ' Season.' "
WEITTEN A HUNDRED YEARS HENCE.
{From a, Collection of Communications supplied by our Prophetic
Compiler.)
Dear Mr. TuNcn,—Pray protect the# Griffin! Those Goths and
Yandals, the Members of the Corporation of the City of London,
will remove it, unless you intervene. This beautiful work of Art,
that stands on the supposed site of the mythical Temple Bar, is to
come down. What would our ancestors say if they were here F
Would they not frown at their degenerate descendants Y Every
student of history knows that this Griffin was put up by universal
consent, and considered one of the finest works of art of the nine-
teenth century. As, indeed, it was. It is full of historic memories.
It was here that Wellington met Napoleon after Waterloo; and
here, again, was the Volunteer Movement inaugurated, when Mr.
Alderman Wat Tyler, putting himself at the head of the citizens, ! The Earth {Branch Establishment, Mars and Jupiter),
if
called for '' Three cheers for the Charter and the Anti-Corn-Law
League! " The beautiful bas-reliefs that used to represent the
occasions have disappeared, but their subjects are tenderly cherished.
If the Corporation must pull down something, let them destroy the
recently-erected Mansion House! but spare, oh spare, the Griffin !
Yours truly,
A Student of the Lore of the Nineteenth Century.
The Palace, Brixton,
Dear Mr. Punch,—It is time for a protest! One of the most
beautiful erections of the nineteenth century (the old South Kensing-
ton Railway Station of the District Railway) is to be removed!
Instead of the picturesque iron roof, we are to have some abomina-
tion in stone ! Can this be ? It is said to be falling to pieces under
the ravages of Time. If this be really the case, why not let it be
restored Y There was no more picturesque outcome from the nine-
teenth century than these pretty arrangements in metal. The last
generation swept them away by scores, by hundreds, by thousands—
they did not even spare the Brompton Boilers! Let not such a
reproach be applicable to us. We pride ourselves upon our love of
Art and veneration for the antique and the beautiful, and yet_ we
would pull down a building that for a century has been the admira-
tion of all with a soul for Art and a mind for appreciating the
sublimest efforts of genius in its highest sense! This must not be.
Burlington House, Yours truly, A Royal Academician.
From 1 to 1000, Piccadilly.
Dear Mr. Punch,—I have had the advantage of reading the above
letters before publication, and am of opinion that they are not one
whit more nonsensical than letters about the Foudroyant and the
Emmanuel Hospital that were printed early in the nineties. You
may make what use you please of this communication.
Yours respectfully, The Sfirit of the Past.
NOTICE—Rejected Communications or Contributions, whether MS., Printed Matter, Drawings, or Pictures of any description, will
in no case be returned, not even when accompanied by a Stamped and Addressed Envelope, Cover, c/ Wrapper. To thia rule
there will be no exception.
PUNCH, OH THE LONDON CHARIVARI.
[Octobek 22, 1892.
LADY GAY'S SELECTIONS.
Mount Street, Grosvenor
Square.
Dear Mr. Punch,—Your marvel-
lous judgment in the selection of your
" staff "—(I believe that is the correct
term to use in speaking of those who
write for the paper, though as a rule a
staff is wooden-headed, which I am
sure none of your contributors are!—
I can answer for one.')—has again
placed you in the position envied of all
Journals, viz.,—{why do people put
"viz.," and not "namely"':'—it is
silly!) that of affording "information"
given by no other Journal! All of
which preamble means,—(by the wav,
why " -pre-amble " ?—if one is a speedy
writer, why not " -pre-canter " ?)—that
Punch, in the person of Lady Gay—
(that may seem a little mixed, but it
isn't)—was the only Sporting Paper
which tipped the winner of the Cesare-
witch!
For confirmation of this I refer the
sceptical to my last week's letter, in
which I stated that in dreaming of the
race I dreamt that " Burnaby came to
the rescue"—and if this is not giving
the winner, I should like to know what
is! It is true I made Brandy my
" verse selection," but that would only
mislead th? people who go no further
than the surface (not of the brandy),
as anyone who gave the matter a
moment's thought would realise that
Brandy is always applied after a rescue!
I hear there was a " ton of money " for
the winner just before the start, but I
did not see anyone carrying it about,
so I suppose it was what they call
"covering money," which, I presume,
is covered over for safety, as it would
be risky to walk about a race-course
with a ton of loose money—not that I
suppose anyone who goes racing would
touch it, but it might be lost! Any-
how, there was a ton of money for the
winner after the race, which his owner
had to take, willy-nilly, or Hobson's
choice!
DIGNITY AND IMPUDENCE.
'' I SAY, Guv'NER ! WHEN ARE YOU GOING TO BE TOOK
DOWN FOR HaLTERATIONS AND REPAIRS ? "
The pleasantest feature of the meet-
ing, however, was the re-appearance of
H.Il.H. the Prince of Wales, which
was also pleasantly marked by one of
his horses winning a race ! The Public
having anxiously "watched" for
H.R.H., the success of The Vigil was
received with enthusiasm!
Next week takes us to Gatwick and
Sandown—(or rather the train takes
us—another absurd expression)—the
last day of the latter Meeting being
devoted to " Jumping Races," which is
the contemptuous way some people
speak of the winter branch of our
National Sport!—forgetting that it de-
mands the two most desirable quali-
ties in a horse, speed and endurance—
whereas the modern flat-racing has
degenerated, for the most part, into
scrambles and gambles, where speed
is the only requisite!—but more of this
anon—but not anonymous, as I be-
lieve in signed articles, as the appren-
tice said! {Not Bradford !)
The most important race at Gatwick
—[delightful place to go racing—lots of
room to move about in)—is the Thou-
sand Pound Handicap, in which race
Brandy is worth keeping an eye on,
as she ought to beat Burnaby at the
difference in the weights — other
horses that might make their mark
during the week—(especially now the
ground is soft)—are, Pilot, Golden
Garter—{I never was guilty of such
extravagance as that) — Queen of
Navarre—{she might have been) —
Meadow Brown, Terror, and Seawall,
the last three in the " Jumping
Races"—and, in conclusion, the in-
evitable rhythmical winner, from
Yours devotedly, Lady Gay.
Orleans Nursery
Selection.
The man who would back any other
Appears but a gander to be,
For the horse that all comers will
smother
Is certainly Tanderagee !
Ever against my breast,
Safe in my pocket pressed,
Ready at my behest,
Daintily pretty
Gilt-printed piece of leather,
Though fair or foul the weather,
Daily we go together
Up to the City.
Yet, as I ride at ease,
Papers strewn on my knees,
And I hear " Seasons, please! "
Shouted in warning:
MY SEASON TICKET.
Pockets I search in vain
All through and through again;
" Pray do not stop the train—
Lost it this morning.
No, I have not a card,
Nor can I pay you, Guard—
Truly my lot is hard,
This is the reason,
Now I recall to mind
Changing my clothes, I find
I left them all behind,—
Money, cards, ' Season.' "
WEITTEN A HUNDRED YEARS HENCE.
{From a, Collection of Communications supplied by our Prophetic
Compiler.)
Dear Mr. TuNcn,—Pray protect the# Griffin! Those Goths and
Yandals, the Members of the Corporation of the City of London,
will remove it, unless you intervene. This beautiful work of Art,
that stands on the supposed site of the mythical Temple Bar, is to
come down. What would our ancestors say if they were here F
Would they not frown at their degenerate descendants Y Every
student of history knows that this Griffin was put up by universal
consent, and considered one of the finest works of art of the nine-
teenth century. As, indeed, it was. It is full of historic memories.
It was here that Wellington met Napoleon after Waterloo; and
here, again, was the Volunteer Movement inaugurated, when Mr.
Alderman Wat Tyler, putting himself at the head of the citizens, ! The Earth {Branch Establishment, Mars and Jupiter),
if
called for '' Three cheers for the Charter and the Anti-Corn-Law
League! " The beautiful bas-reliefs that used to represent the
occasions have disappeared, but their subjects are tenderly cherished.
If the Corporation must pull down something, let them destroy the
recently-erected Mansion House! but spare, oh spare, the Griffin !
Yours truly,
A Student of the Lore of the Nineteenth Century.
The Palace, Brixton,
Dear Mr. Punch,—It is time for a protest! One of the most
beautiful erections of the nineteenth century (the old South Kensing-
ton Railway Station of the District Railway) is to be removed!
Instead of the picturesque iron roof, we are to have some abomina-
tion in stone ! Can this be ? It is said to be falling to pieces under
the ravages of Time. If this be really the case, why not let it be
restored Y There was no more picturesque outcome from the nine-
teenth century than these pretty arrangements in metal. The last
generation swept them away by scores, by hundreds, by thousands—
they did not even spare the Brompton Boilers! Let not such a
reproach be applicable to us. We pride ourselves upon our love of
Art and veneration for the antique and the beautiful, and yet_ we
would pull down a building that for a century has been the admira-
tion of all with a soul for Art and a mind for appreciating the
sublimest efforts of genius in its highest sense! This must not be.
Burlington House, Yours truly, A Royal Academician.
From 1 to 1000, Piccadilly.
Dear Mr. Punch,—I have had the advantage of reading the above
letters before publication, and am of opinion that they are not one
whit more nonsensical than letters about the Foudroyant and the
Emmanuel Hospital that were printed early in the nineties. You
may make what use you please of this communication.
Yours respectfully, The Sfirit of the Past.
NOTICE—Rejected Communications or Contributions, whether MS., Printed Matter, Drawings, or Pictures of any description, will
in no case be returned, not even when accompanied by a Stamped and Addressed Envelope, Cover, c/ Wrapper. To thia rule
there will be no exception.