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Punch’s Almanack for 1851
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THE HAYCOCKS IN 34.51.
The "Few Eriends" Arrive at Heyday's.
melancholy sedateness of the Mrs. Page, but for Spatter, who had a taste for practical jokes,
and who put explosive mixtures into the fairies' candles, in the last scene, and generally
made himself so disagreeable, that he was voted a bore even by Tom IIeyday, who looked
up to him a good deal, as belonging to the Household Troops, and having the privilege of
lounging out of the guard-room window at the Horse-Guards, and wearing a moustachio,
professionally and openly, and not by stealth as Tom did, when he went abroad for his little
tours, cutting it off with much bitterness at Dover, for fear his father should see it, and cut
him off with a shilling.
The play was over, and the frost gave way, and the hounds met, and the ladies were left
in the moming-room to amuse themselves and each other,—and amusing the Miss Doldkums
was no joke. And even when the gentlemen returned, it was not much better. They sat over
their wine, and discussed the news of the day, and fell asleep on the sofa, after they joined
THE HAYCOCKS IN TOWN
From Me, Haycock's Diary.
April 10th.—Arrived at the Eastern Counties Station—after a miserable journey—no porters
of course—and had to stand sentry over luggage for an .hour before cabs enough could be
procured. Got em at last, and drove to Heyday's, in Baker Street. Couldn't get up to the
door for cabs, setting down, loaded with all sorts of foreigners, in all sorts of ridiculous
travelling caps and cloaks. The lobby full of foreign luggage, and the house full of foreign
men and women. Me. Heyday, in a great state of indignation, and no wonder. That con-
founded son of his had asked everybody who had been civil to him, in his travels (Old
Heyday has been ass enough to encourage the boy in running abroad on all occasions) to
come to his father's whenever they visited London. They have all visited London for this
the ladies in the draw- Cock and Bull Exhibi-
ing-room. tion, and they've all
ticoye. The Count who knows Everything and Everybody, Sings one of his own Romances. reTgner.^ TcVVaros
The "Few Eriends" Arrive at Heyday's.
melancholy sedateness of the Mrs. Page, but for Spatter, who had a taste for practical jokes,
and who put explosive mixtures into the fairies' candles, in the last scene, and generally
made himself so disagreeable, that he was voted a bore even by Tom IIeyday, who looked
up to him a good deal, as belonging to the Household Troops, and having the privilege of
lounging out of the guard-room window at the Horse-Guards, and wearing a moustachio,
professionally and openly, and not by stealth as Tom did, when he went abroad for his little
tours, cutting it off with much bitterness at Dover, for fear his father should see it, and cut
him off with a shilling.
The play was over, and the frost gave way, and the hounds met, and the ladies were left
in the moming-room to amuse themselves and each other,—and amusing the Miss Doldkums
was no joke. And even when the gentlemen returned, it was not much better. They sat over
their wine, and discussed the news of the day, and fell asleep on the sofa, after they joined
THE HAYCOCKS IN TOWN
From Me, Haycock's Diary.
April 10th.—Arrived at the Eastern Counties Station—after a miserable journey—no porters
of course—and had to stand sentry over luggage for an .hour before cabs enough could be
procured. Got em at last, and drove to Heyday's, in Baker Street. Couldn't get up to the
door for cabs, setting down, loaded with all sorts of foreigners, in all sorts of ridiculous
travelling caps and cloaks. The lobby full of foreign luggage, and the house full of foreign
men and women. Me. Heyday, in a great state of indignation, and no wonder. That con-
founded son of his had asked everybody who had been civil to him, in his travels (Old
Heyday has been ass enough to encourage the boy in running abroad on all occasions) to
come to his father's whenever they visited London. They have all visited London for this
the ladies in the draw- Cock and Bull Exhibi-
ing-room. tion, and they've all
ticoye. The Count who knows Everything and Everybody, Sings one of his own Romances. reTgner.^ TcVVaros