DOI Heft:
November 12, 1892
DOI Seite / Zitierlink: https://doi.org/10.11588/diglit.17694#0224
November 12, 1892.] PUNCH, OR THE LONDON CHARIVARI.
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Mrs. Gusher. "Oh, good-bye, Sir John. So sorry not to have found your most charming Wife at home."
Sir John. "Thanks—thanks ! By the way, let me assure you I've only got One,—and-"
[Thinks that the remainder of the sentence is " better understood than expressed."
" I am as artful, qvite, as he, and much more young and active ;
I've a sweet vistle of my own the birds find most attractive.
My nets may be unauthorised, and my decoys not his 'n ;
Yot odds, ven those decoys vill draw, those nets the birds imprison P
" Yilliam's a old Monopolist, or vould be if I'd let him;
But on this here pertikler field I '11 lick him, that 1 '11 bet him.
I am a cove as hates the Nobs; I dearly loves my neighbour;
And if I have a feeling heart it is for Honest Labour!
" Yilliam's decoys areout of date, butven I'd shake andrummage'em
He gets his back up like a shot. He's jealous of Young Brummagem!
I '11 set up on my own account; and I've a new half dozen
Of nice decoys vich I am sure the shyest birds vill cozen.
" I am not arter nightingales, the pappy poet's darlings,
I'm qvite content vith blackbirds brisk, and even busy starlings.
The birds vot delve, vot track the plough, vot vatch the rustic
thatcher,
Are good enough—in numbers—for the Brummagem Birdcatcher.
" Yilliam may lure his Irish larks, and redpoles, tits, and finches,
Good British birds vill do for me. I'm vun as never flinches
From spreading of my nets all vide ; vot comes J can't determine,
But I don't care for carrion-birds, I looks on 'em as wermin!
" And so I ups and spreads my nets. Yot if the birds see plainly ?
My vistle is so vondrous sveet, I shall not spread 'em wainly,
Then, my decoys I Ah! them's the boys ! In patience and in skill
I am
The cove to catch a big bird-batch, and qvite a match for
Yill-i-am ! "
Old Yilliam and young Yistling Joe are rivals, vot vere pardners!
And some vill back the Brummyites, and some the Grand Old
Harward'ners;
But vichsoever from the fight of victory be the snatcher,
The Midlands own a champion in the Brummagem Birdcatcher.
" A Royal Line" (in the Bills).—The successor to King Henry
the Eighth (at the Lyceum) will be King Lear the First. "Xe Jioi
est mort ! Vive le Hoi ! "
OUR BOOKING-OFFICE.
The Baron pauses in the midst of his varied literary and philo-
sophic studies to look into No. 46, Vol. iv., Part ii., of Our Celebrities,
a publication which has been admirably conducted by the late and
the present Count Astrorog, which is the title, when he is at home,
of the eminent photographer and proprietor of the Walery-
Gallery. First comes life-like portrait of the stern Sir Edward
W. Watkin, on whose brow Time, apparently, writes no wrinkles,
though Sir Edward could put most of us up to a few. Nor, strange
to say, are there any lines on his countenance, probably because he
has so many other lines, existing and contemplated, in his eye.
But 'tis not alone thy inky cloak, good Sir Edward, that
attracts the Baron, nor is it the business-like profile of
Thomas de Grey, sixth Lord _ Walsingham, Chairman of
the Ensilage Committee, that gives the Baron matter _ for
special admiration; but it is the perfectly charming portrait of
" 'Daisy Pless" H. S. H. the Princess Henry of Pless," which
rivets the Baron's attention, and causes him to exclaim," She is pretty,
Pless her!" Miss Cornwallis West, but now a Daisy, now a
Princess, came up as a flower at Euthin Castle, and " in 1891 Prince
Henry of Pless," says the brief narrative written by A. Bull (an
example of " a bull and no mistake") "wooed and won the beauty
of the Season,"—lucky 'Arry Pless !—and then Prince 'Arry took
his bride to Furstenstein, in Silesia, " a fine schloss, with beautiful
gardens and terraces,"—in short, " a Pleasaunce." Count Astror6g
may do, as he has done, many excellent photographic portraits, but
this one will be uncommonly " hard to beat," and King of Photo-
graphers as he seems to be, it is not every day that he has so charming
a subject as Princess Daisy presented to him. Receive, Count
Astror6g-Walery, of the Walery-Gallery, without any raillery,
the congratulations most sincere of the Baron de Book-Worms.
"The Players are Come ! "
First Player {who has had a run of iU-luck). I'm regularly
haunted by the recollection of my losses at Baccarat.
Second Player. Quite Shakspearian ! " Banco's " Ghost.
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Mrs. Gusher. "Oh, good-bye, Sir John. So sorry not to have found your most charming Wife at home."
Sir John. "Thanks—thanks ! By the way, let me assure you I've only got One,—and-"
[Thinks that the remainder of the sentence is " better understood than expressed."
" I am as artful, qvite, as he, and much more young and active ;
I've a sweet vistle of my own the birds find most attractive.
My nets may be unauthorised, and my decoys not his 'n ;
Yot odds, ven those decoys vill draw, those nets the birds imprison P
" Yilliam's a old Monopolist, or vould be if I'd let him;
But on this here pertikler field I '11 lick him, that 1 '11 bet him.
I am a cove as hates the Nobs; I dearly loves my neighbour;
And if I have a feeling heart it is for Honest Labour!
" Yilliam's decoys areout of date, butven I'd shake andrummage'em
He gets his back up like a shot. He's jealous of Young Brummagem!
I '11 set up on my own account; and I've a new half dozen
Of nice decoys vich I am sure the shyest birds vill cozen.
" I am not arter nightingales, the pappy poet's darlings,
I'm qvite content vith blackbirds brisk, and even busy starlings.
The birds vot delve, vot track the plough, vot vatch the rustic
thatcher,
Are good enough—in numbers—for the Brummagem Birdcatcher.
" Yilliam may lure his Irish larks, and redpoles, tits, and finches,
Good British birds vill do for me. I'm vun as never flinches
From spreading of my nets all vide ; vot comes J can't determine,
But I don't care for carrion-birds, I looks on 'em as wermin!
" And so I ups and spreads my nets. Yot if the birds see plainly ?
My vistle is so vondrous sveet, I shall not spread 'em wainly,
Then, my decoys I Ah! them's the boys ! In patience and in skill
I am
The cove to catch a big bird-batch, and qvite a match for
Yill-i-am ! "
Old Yilliam and young Yistling Joe are rivals, vot vere pardners!
And some vill back the Brummyites, and some the Grand Old
Harward'ners;
But vichsoever from the fight of victory be the snatcher,
The Midlands own a champion in the Brummagem Birdcatcher.
" A Royal Line" (in the Bills).—The successor to King Henry
the Eighth (at the Lyceum) will be King Lear the First. "Xe Jioi
est mort ! Vive le Hoi ! "
OUR BOOKING-OFFICE.
The Baron pauses in the midst of his varied literary and philo-
sophic studies to look into No. 46, Vol. iv., Part ii., of Our Celebrities,
a publication which has been admirably conducted by the late and
the present Count Astrorog, which is the title, when he is at home,
of the eminent photographer and proprietor of the Walery-
Gallery. First comes life-like portrait of the stern Sir Edward
W. Watkin, on whose brow Time, apparently, writes no wrinkles,
though Sir Edward could put most of us up to a few. Nor, strange
to say, are there any lines on his countenance, probably because he
has so many other lines, existing and contemplated, in his eye.
But 'tis not alone thy inky cloak, good Sir Edward, that
attracts the Baron, nor is it the business-like profile of
Thomas de Grey, sixth Lord _ Walsingham, Chairman of
the Ensilage Committee, that gives the Baron matter _ for
special admiration; but it is the perfectly charming portrait of
" 'Daisy Pless" H. S. H. the Princess Henry of Pless," which
rivets the Baron's attention, and causes him to exclaim," She is pretty,
Pless her!" Miss Cornwallis West, but now a Daisy, now a
Princess, came up as a flower at Euthin Castle, and " in 1891 Prince
Henry of Pless," says the brief narrative written by A. Bull (an
example of " a bull and no mistake") "wooed and won the beauty
of the Season,"—lucky 'Arry Pless !—and then Prince 'Arry took
his bride to Furstenstein, in Silesia, " a fine schloss, with beautiful
gardens and terraces,"—in short, " a Pleasaunce." Count Astror6g
may do, as he has done, many excellent photographic portraits, but
this one will be uncommonly " hard to beat," and King of Photo-
graphers as he seems to be, it is not every day that he has so charming
a subject as Princess Daisy presented to him. Receive, Count
Astror6g-Walery, of the Walery-Gallery, without any raillery,
the congratulations most sincere of the Baron de Book-Worms.
"The Players are Come ! "
First Player {who has had a run of iU-luck). I'm regularly
haunted by the recollection of my losses at Baccarat.
Second Player. Quite Shakspearian ! " Banco's " Ghost.