DOI Heft:
December 17, 1892
DOI Seite / Zitierlink:https://doi.org/10.11588/diglit.17694#0284
PlWJKMBTBR 17 1892.1
PTINOH OR THE LONDON OHARTVARI.
279
MISPLACED QUOTATIONS.
Young Jones {who, five minutes be/ore the announcement of Dinner, has been introduced to Miss Sprightly, and has been endeavouring to find a
fitting remark wherewith to open the conversation). "This—er—I believe is called the—ek.—' mauvais quart d'jjeure'J"
"THE WANDERING MINSTKEL."
(Modem Kensington Version.)
| The London County Council has declined to co-operate with the Ken-
sington Vestry in a representation to the Home Secretary for more efficient
•ontrol over itinerant musicians, street-cries, and similar nuisances, on the
ground that though the Council has power to make bye-laws for this object,
there are no means of enforcing them.]
Scene—Highly respectable Terrace in Kensington. The exterior of
Mr. Tambour's house. Enter Jem Baggs (r.h.) playing the
clarinet badly.
Jem B. (loq.) Veil now I that's vot I calls wery tidy vork! Bob
and a tanner for seven doors ain't none so dusty, blow me ! Summat
better this 'ere than orkin' " 'All the new and popilar songs of the
day for a penny ! " Yot miserable vork that vos to be sure! I vos
allays x oryin' about the streets, " Here y' are—ono 'undered and
fifty on 'em pootily bound in a Monster Song Book for a penny!—
Here's ' Ran-ta-rar-ro&py-ay."—''Mary, they 'ave raised my
Screw'—' Sling yer 'ook, yer 've got no oof, John.'1— ' Snide
Sammy courted Sally Brown '—' On the Banks of the yaller Lea?—
' Chummies ! Chummies ! '—' Fanny Tooney'—' The Man who ran
the Muglumberer''« Building Society'—' Dandy Dan, the Whelk
Man, and 'is Donah'—4 Me vos famed for gargling Fizz'—' His
there a Lip vot never Lapped?'—'A Life on the Lotion-Lay'—' Lf
L 'ad a Monkey on, vouldnH Lgo!'— Down to the Derby vith a
Shallow and a Moke'—1 Oh, say not Modern Art is Sold'—for the
small charge of a penny! " I dessay I might ha' been at that there
callin' to this werry day, if it hadn't been for Bosky Bill. I shall
never forget Bosky Bill's a-sayin' to me—says he, "I say, Jem
Baggs, vy don't yer take to the singin' line ? " " Cos I sings vorser
than 'The Big Bounce,'" says I. "Vorser!" says he, Vhy so
much the betterer! " " Woice ain't vanted," says he, "only leather
and brass. Leather for yer lungs, and brass for yer face, and there yer
are, in the 'Alls or out on 'em." " But 'ow about them Bye-Laws,
Billy ?" says I. " Bye-Laws be bust! " says he. scornful. " Who's
to henfo^ce 'em f "Westries and County Councils can't. Bobbies
—bless 'em!—von't," says he. "So there yer are, Jem Baggs!"
In course I tvigged. Vith my woice and a vistle, sez I, they'll
villingly give a tanner to git rid of me ! And they do ! Oh, J know
the walley of peace and qvietness, and never moves hon hunder
sixpence! (Looking up at the house.) But I know as there's a
hartist covey lives 'ere. Notice-plate says, " Mister Tambour is
hout." Valker! I know vot that means. I thinks as how he'll
run to a shilling. Anyhow, I '11 kick him for a bob.
[He strikes up, taking care to make as much noise as possible.
'Tis hof a great Council in London doth dvell;
Jest vot they are arter 'tvould floor me to tell.
They 're qvite a young body—not seving years old—
But they've spent a large fortin in silver and go-o-old.
Singing, Ills ve vill cure all on the Sosherlist lay.
As the Council vere a sitting in their Chamber von day,
The Westry come to them, and thus it did say :—
" Ve're off to the Home Sec, street shindies to stay,
So put on your toppers, and come vith hus, pray! "
Singing, &c.
" Nay, "Westry," said the Council, " your vish is declined,
To co-operate (at present) ve can't make up our mind ;
Our Bye-Laws the Bobbies von't enforce. 'Tis a bore !
But the Public must bear it just a year or two more! "
Singing, &c.
" Go to. County Council! " that Westry replied,
" You svagger no end, and put on lots of side ;
But vhen plain reform 'tis our vish to begin,
By your aid ve don't benefit not von single pin! "
Singing, &c.
[His melodious flow is interrupted by a violent rapping at the
window, and the sudden opening of the street-door.
Jem Baggs (loq.) Aha ! I knew they couldn't stand that werry long.
Out comes the sarvint vith tuppence or thruppence, and a horder for
me to "move on." Valker! There ain't no Bobby in sight,
and I shan't shift under a shilling. Veil, they may say vot they
likes agin the County Council; J says they 're jolly good fellers, and
I '11 drink their bloomin' 'ealth out o' that hartist cove's bob, vcn
I gets it. [Tunes up again.
PTINOH OR THE LONDON OHARTVARI.
279
MISPLACED QUOTATIONS.
Young Jones {who, five minutes be/ore the announcement of Dinner, has been introduced to Miss Sprightly, and has been endeavouring to find a
fitting remark wherewith to open the conversation). "This—er—I believe is called the—ek.—' mauvais quart d'jjeure'J"
"THE WANDERING MINSTKEL."
(Modem Kensington Version.)
| The London County Council has declined to co-operate with the Ken-
sington Vestry in a representation to the Home Secretary for more efficient
•ontrol over itinerant musicians, street-cries, and similar nuisances, on the
ground that though the Council has power to make bye-laws for this object,
there are no means of enforcing them.]
Scene—Highly respectable Terrace in Kensington. The exterior of
Mr. Tambour's house. Enter Jem Baggs (r.h.) playing the
clarinet badly.
Jem B. (loq.) Veil now I that's vot I calls wery tidy vork! Bob
and a tanner for seven doors ain't none so dusty, blow me ! Summat
better this 'ere than orkin' " 'All the new and popilar songs of the
day for a penny ! " Yot miserable vork that vos to be sure! I vos
allays x oryin' about the streets, " Here y' are—ono 'undered and
fifty on 'em pootily bound in a Monster Song Book for a penny!—
Here's ' Ran-ta-rar-ro&py-ay."—''Mary, they 'ave raised my
Screw'—' Sling yer 'ook, yer 've got no oof, John.'1— ' Snide
Sammy courted Sally Brown '—' On the Banks of the yaller Lea?—
' Chummies ! Chummies ! '—' Fanny Tooney'—' The Man who ran
the Muglumberer''« Building Society'—' Dandy Dan, the Whelk
Man, and 'is Donah'—4 Me vos famed for gargling Fizz'—' His
there a Lip vot never Lapped?'—'A Life on the Lotion-Lay'—' Lf
L 'ad a Monkey on, vouldnH Lgo!'— Down to the Derby vith a
Shallow and a Moke'—1 Oh, say not Modern Art is Sold'—for the
small charge of a penny! " I dessay I might ha' been at that there
callin' to this werry day, if it hadn't been for Bosky Bill. I shall
never forget Bosky Bill's a-sayin' to me—says he, "I say, Jem
Baggs, vy don't yer take to the singin' line ? " " Cos I sings vorser
than 'The Big Bounce,'" says I. "Vorser!" says he, Vhy so
much the betterer! " " Woice ain't vanted," says he, "only leather
and brass. Leather for yer lungs, and brass for yer face, and there yer
are, in the 'Alls or out on 'em." " But 'ow about them Bye-Laws,
Billy ?" says I. " Bye-Laws be bust! " says he. scornful. " Who's
to henfo^ce 'em f "Westries and County Councils can't. Bobbies
—bless 'em!—von't," says he. "So there yer are, Jem Baggs!"
In course I tvigged. Vith my woice and a vistle, sez I, they'll
villingly give a tanner to git rid of me ! And they do ! Oh, J know
the walley of peace and qvietness, and never moves hon hunder
sixpence! (Looking up at the house.) But I know as there's a
hartist covey lives 'ere. Notice-plate says, " Mister Tambour is
hout." Valker! I know vot that means. I thinks as how he'll
run to a shilling. Anyhow, I '11 kick him for a bob.
[He strikes up, taking care to make as much noise as possible.
'Tis hof a great Council in London doth dvell;
Jest vot they are arter 'tvould floor me to tell.
They 're qvite a young body—not seving years old—
But they've spent a large fortin in silver and go-o-old.
Singing, Ills ve vill cure all on the Sosherlist lay.
As the Council vere a sitting in their Chamber von day,
The Westry come to them, and thus it did say :—
" Ve're off to the Home Sec, street shindies to stay,
So put on your toppers, and come vith hus, pray! "
Singing, &c.
" Nay, "Westry," said the Council, " your vish is declined,
To co-operate (at present) ve can't make up our mind ;
Our Bye-Laws the Bobbies von't enforce. 'Tis a bore !
But the Public must bear it just a year or two more! "
Singing, &c.
" Go to. County Council! " that Westry replied,
" You svagger no end, and put on lots of side ;
But vhen plain reform 'tis our vish to begin,
By your aid ve don't benefit not von single pin! "
Singing, &c.
[His melodious flow is interrupted by a violent rapping at the
window, and the sudden opening of the street-door.
Jem Baggs (loq.) Aha ! I knew they couldn't stand that werry long.
Out comes the sarvint vith tuppence or thruppence, and a horder for
me to "move on." Valker! There ain't no Bobby in sight,
and I shan't shift under a shilling. Veil, they may say vot they
likes agin the County Council; J says they 're jolly good fellers, and
I '11 drink their bloomin' 'ealth out o' that hartist cove's bob, vcn
I gets it. [Tunes up again.