Punch / Almanack: Punch / Almanack (1865)

PUNCH’S ALMANACK KOK 186§.

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HACKNEY CARRIAGE
(OR CAB) FARES AND
REGULATIONS.

The Driver must drive six
miles in any direction, no
matter where you want to go.

If a dispute occur after the
closing of the police court, the
hirer will remain in the cal» all
night, and the Driver is bound
to call him at a seasonable
hour in the morning.

Ladies will invariably ad-
dress every cabdriver as “ Mr.
Cabman.”

Young men may talk to him
as “ Cabby,” but must, of
cdurse, pay something extra
for the privilege.

Property left in a cab shall
he given up to the commis-
sioner of police, who is bound
to find an owner for it some-
where.

The proprietor of every om-
nibus shall present each pas-
senger, on leaving his vehicle,
with a bill of fare.

Any cabman or ’bus con-
ductor misbehaving himself
in any way whatsoever, is
dressed in a long white sheet,
and, with a lighted candle in
his hand, is forced to walk
barefoot to St Paul’s, where,
after publicly recanting, he
will be invited to partake of a
cold collation in the whisper-
ing gallery. He will then be
driven three times round the
cathedral, accompanied by
the organist on the large
organ.

No cabman has undergone
this sentence for many years ;
a fact that speaks volumes for
their social improvement.

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