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Punch's Almanack for 1856
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PUNCH'S ALMANACK FOR 1856.
A CLEVER DOG.
Much as has been
recorded of the saga-
city of the canine spe-
cies, the remark has
never hitherto been
made, that the dog
will often, with very
little training, assume
quite the character of
an artist, for a terrier
has often been known
to draw a badger.
moral fob -april.
The First's a day
when folks are
sold
By gamesome youth
released from
school;
Neither at that time,
reader bold,
Nor auy other, be'a
Fool.
An Exquisite Idea.
—How is it possible
that anybody but a
very low Irishman
can ever think of
wearing second-hand
boots ?
Domestic Economy.
—A good housewife
hearing Venice Pre-
served highly spoken
of, asks for a receipt
to make it.
Sack. — The wine
that some people
would like to give the
Laureate.
QUITE A NEW SENSATION.
Swell (on top of Omnibus.) "Look he-re, Gus, my Boy! Such a capital I—deaw ! I ride up and down from Bayrwata,
■jo the "White Chapel and eat Periwinkles with a Bin !"
MERCANTILE.
The principal Lon-
don Market for Chaff
is Billingsgate, and
not, as might have
been expected, in
Mark Lane.
Adulteration of
Food. — A Cockney
wag of uncultivated
aspirations was heard
to say, that bakers'
bread reminded him
of the Middle Ages:
because he always
associated the idea of
it with Hallam.
In this month na-
ture begins to smile,
and the tmds to burst
out laughing, after the
dulness of winter.
The birds once more
present their bills,
and their notes are
renewed.
Heraldic Botany.
■—What is called a
Genealogical Tree
may often be better
described as a Genea-
logical Plant.
A Naval Ques-
tion. — When the
British sailor talks of
Land marines, does
he mean Railway na-
vigators ?
The Poet of Tee-
totallers. — Tay-
lor, the " Water
poet."
FACT FOR APRIL—CONVENTUAL HISTORY.
The nineteenth is the day of Archbishop Alphege or
Ali.fudge. He was an exceedingly learned man, a scholar
and a gentleman, and his intimate acquaintance with the
classical languages enabled him, when only an archdeacon, to
launch the most abusive execrations at his stupid superiors,
while they thought he was reading some ancient author to
them, at dinner-time, as usual in the convent. A very long
thin, narrow, spoon, was once held up to him by his Abbot,
who asked him, what such things were good for? "Propria
qum marrowbones^ answered Alphege, amid the roar of the
monks.
Extemporaneous Cookery.—A policeman descended an
area, was admitted into the kitchen, and finding nothing else
there to allay his hunger, collared an eel.
Hint for the School of Design.—It is proposed to pre-
pare a variety of Art-marbles for the use of street-boys.
Saint George, the patron saint of England, began life, we
are told, as a dealer in bacon; and this being the case, his name
would be more appropriately associated with the hog in
armour than with the green dragon. Having commenced
business as a pork butcher, it is strange that he should have
become a Bishop; but his destruction of a dragon was not
incompatible with his labours in pursuit of sausage-meat. He
may be said to have met his death after the manner of his
own trade, for the people tore him to pieces.
ap tt1k tratk stops, Mr. P. (a most f,«ttma*t.b Mw and Husband) endeavours to oft some Stout for his Wife, who, from Circumstances, is wmd to drink
that Refreshing Bevkragk four or five times a-day. Unfortunately, .Mr. P. cannot find his Carriage, and, as the Train is rather behind Time, his
Officials are in some hurry and confusion. (It will be observed that the Beer is much " Up," and that this amiable Gentleman is somewhat phrplexed.)
A CLEVER DOG.
Much as has been
recorded of the saga-
city of the canine spe-
cies, the remark has
never hitherto been
made, that the dog
will often, with very
little training, assume
quite the character of
an artist, for a terrier
has often been known
to draw a badger.
moral fob -april.
The First's a day
when folks are
sold
By gamesome youth
released from
school;
Neither at that time,
reader bold,
Nor auy other, be'a
Fool.
An Exquisite Idea.
—How is it possible
that anybody but a
very low Irishman
can ever think of
wearing second-hand
boots ?
Domestic Economy.
—A good housewife
hearing Venice Pre-
served highly spoken
of, asks for a receipt
to make it.
Sack. — The wine
that some people
would like to give the
Laureate.
QUITE A NEW SENSATION.
Swell (on top of Omnibus.) "Look he-re, Gus, my Boy! Such a capital I—deaw ! I ride up and down from Bayrwata,
■jo the "White Chapel and eat Periwinkles with a Bin !"
MERCANTILE.
The principal Lon-
don Market for Chaff
is Billingsgate, and
not, as might have
been expected, in
Mark Lane.
Adulteration of
Food. — A Cockney
wag of uncultivated
aspirations was heard
to say, that bakers'
bread reminded him
of the Middle Ages:
because he always
associated the idea of
it with Hallam.
In this month na-
ture begins to smile,
and the tmds to burst
out laughing, after the
dulness of winter.
The birds once more
present their bills,
and their notes are
renewed.
Heraldic Botany.
■—What is called a
Genealogical Tree
may often be better
described as a Genea-
logical Plant.
A Naval Ques-
tion. — When the
British sailor talks of
Land marines, does
he mean Railway na-
vigators ?
The Poet of Tee-
totallers. — Tay-
lor, the " Water
poet."
FACT FOR APRIL—CONVENTUAL HISTORY.
The nineteenth is the day of Archbishop Alphege or
Ali.fudge. He was an exceedingly learned man, a scholar
and a gentleman, and his intimate acquaintance with the
classical languages enabled him, when only an archdeacon, to
launch the most abusive execrations at his stupid superiors,
while they thought he was reading some ancient author to
them, at dinner-time, as usual in the convent. A very long
thin, narrow, spoon, was once held up to him by his Abbot,
who asked him, what such things were good for? "Propria
qum marrowbones^ answered Alphege, amid the roar of the
monks.
Extemporaneous Cookery.—A policeman descended an
area, was admitted into the kitchen, and finding nothing else
there to allay his hunger, collared an eel.
Hint for the School of Design.—It is proposed to pre-
pare a variety of Art-marbles for the use of street-boys.
Saint George, the patron saint of England, began life, we
are told, as a dealer in bacon; and this being the case, his name
would be more appropriately associated with the hog in
armour than with the green dragon. Having commenced
business as a pork butcher, it is strange that he should have
become a Bishop; but his destruction of a dragon was not
incompatible with his labours in pursuit of sausage-meat. He
may be said to have met his death after the manner of his
own trade, for the people tore him to pieces.
ap tt1k tratk stops, Mr. P. (a most f,«ttma*t.b Mw and Husband) endeavours to oft some Stout for his Wife, who, from Circumstances, is wmd to drink
that Refreshing Bevkragk four or five times a-day. Unfortunately, .Mr. P. cannot find his Carriage, and, as the Train is rather behind Time, his
Officials are in some hurry and confusion. (It will be observed that the Beer is much " Up," and that this amiable Gentleman is somewhat phrplexed.)