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PUNCH, OR THE LONDON CHARIVARI, JUNE 35, 1913.
PUNCH
Vol. CXLIV.
JANUARY— JUNE, 1913.
PUNCH, OR THE LONDON CHARIVARI, JUNE 25,
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Punch's Almanack for 1913.
"MABGABET, HAVE YOU SAID voun PBAYERS?" "YES, MUMMY DEAR, BUT " " BUT WHAT?'
"PEBHAPS I'D BETTEB SAY THEM AGAIN, AS THEY DIDN'T SOUND QUITE BIGHT." "WHATEVER DO YOU MF.AN, DKAR?"
"WELL, YOU SEE, BILLY WAS TRYING HIS NEW PEA-SHOOTER ON MY BARE FEET ALL THE TIME."
Basil. "WELL, WE CAME I* A GREAT
A SHORT FUNNEL, A DOUBLE CONNECTING-ROD AND AN OUTSIDE CTLIR0KB."
Punch's AlmanacR for 1913.
Banl; Clerk (to lady who has presented crossed cheque for payment). "I AM SORRY, MADAM, BUT I CANNOT CASH you THIS ACBOSS
THE COUNTER." Lady. "On, THAT'S ALL RIGHT. I'LL COME ROUND."
IP
HULLO, PAT! WHAT YER GOT THKHE?'
DOES IT TASTE LIKE?"
" SODA-W/.TTER THEY DO CALL IT."
' SHURE, IT TASTES LIKE VEB FUT WAS ASIILEEP.'
Punch's Almanack for 1913.
THE HOME BEAUTIFUL.
OrESING OP THE ROCKERY SEASON IN OUR GARDES SUBURB.
ONE OF THE BOYS.
Knt Caddie. •• WHO 'BE YE FOOB xms MORNING, ANGUS ? " Second Caddie. •• A 'M FOOR THE PETTICOATS.
Punch's Almanack for 1913.
TURNING OVER A NEW CENTURY.
ACT I.
EVE OF THE 100TH BIRTHDAY.
ACT IT.
TUK 100TH BIRTHDAY.
ACT III.
THE llOrii BIRTHDAY.
ACT IV.
TUB 120TH BIBTHDAY.
Punch's AlmanacK for 1913.
NATURE AND THE SPORTSMAN.
r-It'8 a cr-r-ran' vK-w." snid tho groat golfer, as ho stood on the tenth toe.
" It '» a gr-r-an1 viow," r<Tl,ed his opponent, who was 3 down at the turn-" it \s a gMT-Hn1 vi^ wtotevor.
when yc 're 8 tip ! "
oyal and Very Ancient Golf Legc nds.~]
" THERE was a time when meadow, grove and stream '
(WORDSWORTH) to me meant practically nil ;
No "glory" there, no " freshness of a dream,"
But just a playground ; when I took the hill,
Like to a young gazeka, lithe of limb,
I had no thoughts too deep for mortal plummet ;
'Twas just for joy of getting (curious whim ! )
Up to the summit.
No Nymph surprised me nutting in the glade ;
No Faun addressed me in the woodland Cree'.: ;
No sketchy Dryad, peeping from the shade
Wooed me, all blackberry smears, upon tho
cheek ;
As for the primrose (in the river scene),
Which, rightly viewed, affects our holier feelings,
For all I cared it might as well have been
Potato-peelings.
Then dawned the lovely adolescent prime
When salad sprouts, and young calf-loves occur ;
When Nature, while the new buds burst in rhyme,
Is worth considering, on account of HEB ;
Then, if I noticed, in its saffron dross,
Beside the same old river's marge, the primrose,
Forth from my lips, still damp with HER caress,
A jocund hymn rose.
Such periods pass, but leave their print behind.
" Never," I said, " in all my years to be,
Never again can I be wholly blind
To Nature's wish lo keep in touch with mo."
Tho waters whispered my affairs ; the trees,
Communing of them, grew almost poetic,
And so I went on swallowing " fallacies "
Strangely " pathetic."
Then came a dreadful change : I took to Spor'u.
I could not look upon that sight most fair —
High woods where Autumn holds his regal court —
But I must think : " They 'd come well over there ! "
And, though I still regarded Nature's claim,
The lust to perforate some harmless creature
Preoccupied me till the thing became
My leading feature.
Then followed worse. Ah, Scotland ! I have known
Great evenings when the sea-loch's burnished gold,
Flanked by the hill's shot-velvet, green and roan,
Has left my bosom absolutely cold ;
And just because, upon the windy brae,
Through inadvertence, some mere silly trifle —
Over- (or under-) sight — no deer that day
Fell to my rifle.
'•'' ••'• •"• -::- -::- .:•
So mused he, plodding in the gillies' track,
When " Hist ! " — he dropped to earth and, crawling
prone,
Got in — drew breath — t:ok steady aim, and — crack! —
Toppled his beast, ten points and eighteen stone !
Later — his foot upon the gralloched dead —
Touching tho stalker's arm still bare and gory,
" Duncan, my friend, have you remarked," he said,
" Yon sunset's glory? "
O.
Punch's Almanack for 1913.
FREAK HOSPITALITY is STILL EXTREMELY FASHIOXABLE. MB. HARRY VASDERJINKS, \viio NEABLY LOST ins LIFE BY SHIPWRECK
A YEAB AGO, YESTERDAY GAVE A BACHELORS' DINNER TO CELEBRATE THE ANNIVEB8ABY OP HIS E8CAPK. THE SERVICES OP A LIFE-
BOAT CBEW WEBE REQUISITIONED AND GUESTS WERE ONLY PERMITTED TO ENTEB THE RESTAURANT BY MEANS OF THE LIFE-SAVING
AI'PABATUS AND THE BREECHES BUOY.
MR. EUSTACE II. JOT, WHO SOME TIME AGO NEARLY PERISHED IN AN EABTHQ.UAKE i.\ MEXICO, GAVE AN KTEBESTING DINNER
? WEEK TO CELEBRATE HIS HAPPY ESCAPE. JuST AS THE SOUP WAS SEBVED THE HOST GAVE A SIGNAL AND A NUMBEB OP CON-
> ATTENDANTS BEGAN TO PUT INTO MOTION ALL TUB MOST CHARACTERISTIC FEATURES OF AN EARTHQUAKE. THE GUESTS
THOROUGHLY ENJOYED THE NOVELTV OF THE EXPERIENCE
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Punch's AlmanacK for 1913.
THE CARD-ROOM AT THE TRUMPERS' CLUB.
AS II WAS IN THE DAYS OP WHIST,
AS IT WAS IH TUE DAYS OF BRIDGE.
Punch's Almanack for 1913.
THE CARD-ROOM AT THE TRUMPERS1 CLUB.
AS IT IS IN THE DAYS OF COON-CAH.
AND AS IT WILL rnoBABLY BE IN THE NEAR FUTCBE.
Punch's Almanack for 1913.
Golfer (unsteadied ly Christmas luncheon) to Opponent. " SIR, I WISH YOU CLEARLY TO UNDERSTAND THAT I RESENT YOUB
JUST— YOUR INTERFERENCE WITH MY GAME, SlR I TlLT THE GREEN ONCE MORE, SIR, AND I CHUCK THE MATCH! "
UNWARRAXT — YOUR
CtuUic (in for caddie competition). " WON MY MATCH AT THU THIRD 'OLH, SIR." Secretary. " WHAT DO YOU MEAN?"
•THE OTHER CHAP WAS TWO UP ON ME, BUT '« 'S FELL INTO THE QUARRY POND AT TIIK THIRD AN* CAN'T GET OUT."
Secretary. "WHY DIDN'T YOC HELP HIM?" Caddie. " 'E SAID 'E 'D GO ON WITH THE MATCH IP I DID."
Punch's Almanack for 1913.
CHRISTMAS EVE SHOPPING.
Umbrella {or Aunt J«n«. All too •xf«n«tv«. but wif« remcmle.-j
•T.e wentj one. Buj « it. Murt g«i coiMtning <l«« for Aunt.
Pi|i« for U«cl« G(or£«. Net on* I 'J cir« to g»v« kin. I w>nt
«om« cigai .. Gtt tk««i. Somttktng cl«« {or UncU G<orgf.
Lilll* ktnd-bag for wife'* siAtr Kate. None tlie rignt colour.
But tker« '• • Judy dreoing-oie. JolJ mounttj, wkiA wife llyi Alt
murt k«v«. Wile i «i/Ver Kite murt wait.
HarolJ kfti broken Lt« m«Ai*. New on* {or kirn. None ty
favourite Btik«r. I want .torn* goK-k*ll*. M«y •• well k«v« a
bi^xei, Pcrkafs jomctkinjf clcc for Harold.
Swc<ti for goJ-AilJ. Rememter in ttm* *K« i* r*(ktr Liiiou*.
\Vif« discover* new fondant. V«ry good. Ord.tr lome koxcs.
Never done to kav* mida goJ-c3nl<l ill.
TuVi« well e;rr.eJ ie.ft. So ttrtag buying Gkrulmai {>r«s«rxt'. SuJ-
d«aly remember kc.v«n't bougKt any. Never mind; makt upnext >«.r.
Punch's Almanackfor_1913.
PRIZE COMPETITION FOR A CINEMA PLAY.
(By our Youngest Competitor)
Bron&o Bill i. leaning .gain* kia Ut titlle knowing tk.t kia young lady. Clara, ia
wraffted « tkougkt-f.rk.fa tkinking of kurryin* aero,, tke Pra.r.. witk aom. egg>
!,„ J.-1 for kia krealfart from ker f atker a Nation.
.
Bueltjumftng Ite. tk« Terror of Tex««,
M own Korse. " Ltgktntng," kaf keen
uf wttk Rkevmmttem.
He iteali tier korie anJ tiei ker to • tree.
vli«re ake \a JificovereJ fcy Red Scirf.
Ckie{ of tke JreaJeJ Mixzywii'guns.
But eovetkiag kae tol J Bill tktt lomeone ia in trouble, ao lie >rriv« in tke nicl of time
•n<l laaioea Red Scuf.
Aa for Ike. lie il unerted for Horae-Aealing,
And gcta impnaoned for life.
ID gaol ke akowe rfmoree for wkat lie kci
dose. (Ple«e Aow remorM of Bill u> •
Punch's Almanack for 1913.
SIR- HERBERT TREE
<JA li*/*
SOME PAULO-POST-FUTURIST IMPRESSIONS.
Punch's AlmanacK for 1913
THE ROMANCE OF ITALY.
(By our Special Peace Artist.)
Quito (at the Forum). " LADIES, AND YOU, Sins, IF YOU PLEASE ; YOU ABE NOW BEGABDINO! ZE MOS' WONDERFUL OBJECT ra BOMB I "
Fompeian Guide. "DERE, SAB! DAT is MOST BEAUTIFUL EXAMPLE OF ANCIENT ROMAN DRINK-BAB."
Exhausted Sujldsccr. "On, ron A MODKBN AMERICAN ONE!"
Punch's Almanack for 1913.
THE ROMANCE OF ITALY.
(By our Special Peace Artist.)
iiM (wearily), "BAEDEKER BAYS THE PLACE is NOTED FOB THE DBYNESS OP ITS CLIMATE. MY WOBTHY GUIDE
IS THE FINEST VIEW IN THE WHOLE OF ITALY. THE VOLCANO WON'T EKUIT, AND I COULDN'T SKE IT IF IT DID.
Tourist at Taormina
TELLS ME THAT THIS
BUT, THANK HEAVEN, THERE 'S NO QOLF HEBE!"
IN CASE THE NATURAL BEAUTIES OF ITALY SHOULD NOT BE ENOUGH FOB YOU, THESE 13 ALWAYj HEB AlVT. THUS, NOBODY, ON
APPROACHING SORRENTO, HAS ANY OCCASION TO BE DOWNHKABTED.
Punch's Almanack for 1913.
lie (carried away). "SEE THAT?" (No answer) "Now THEY'VE BOUND 'IM, THEY'LL GAG 'IM " — (No answer) — "so AS HE
CAS'T BHOUT. SEE?" She (with great difficulty). " THEY OUGHT TO 'AVE SOME OF THIS TOFFEE OF YOURS TO GIVE "IM."
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Punch's Almanack for 1913.
Hall Attendant (surprised into an audible whisper). " JE-HOSH-APHAT 1 "
Reveller (indignantly). "NOTHING OF THE SORT — CHARLES THE SECOND. "
Elderly Spinster (ratlierdeaf). "LISTEN TO THE WAITS; AREN'T THEY BEAUTIFUL?"
Sarah. "SOUNDS TO MB LIKE THE OBPIN'TONS, Miss."
Elderly Spinster. "I DON'T CABE WHO THE GENTLEMEN ARE; TAKE THEM A SHILLING AND ASK THEM TO COME AGAIN.
Punch's Almanack for 1913.
MINCE MEAT.
(Hi/ our L'lwriniriely Artiste.)
IN view of recent events in the Bal-
kans, » clever statistician forecasts that
on the 25th Decem-
her next, 5,677,210 ,
British Household-
crs will make aj
reference at their
Christmas dinner to;
the cutting up of!
Turkey, and of these
5,677,209 will im-
agine that they are
the only persons to
whom the idea of
this excellent jest
has occurred.
We are sorry to
notice that there is
a certain amount of
grumbling among
ladies about the
newest fashions in
dresses. They are
complaining that
these are uncomfort-
able, without being
indecent.
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" I fancy," said
the lady, approach-
ing the Professor,
" we have met be-
fore." The Professor
put on his glasses
and had a good look
at the lady. " Well,
you may have,
Madam," he said,
"but I certainly have
not."
The public are
cautioned that pres;
notices, when used
to advertise books
should sometimes be
taken with a grain of
salt. "This is one
of the most childish
productions we have
ever come across,"
remarked a contem-
porary in its review
of a certain novel,
"James Smith, the author, must surely
be Master James Smith." The book is
now being boomed as follows :—" One
of our leading newspapers hails the
author of this novel as a Master."
•BUY YOUE RESIDENCE.
LIBERAL ADVANCES
' GOT ANY 'BACCA ? "
'Now DON'T YOU WORRY YOURSELF ABOUT ME, MATE."
ON SHOP & HOUSE PROPERTY"
;-ays the advertisement of a Building
- Society. While it is
quite true that Lib-
erals are advancing
on property of every
kind, it seems doubt-
ful policy for the
i Society in question
i to draw attention to
the fact.
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The village wind-
band was assembled
on Boxing-Day for
the final rehearsal
before the Grand
Concert. "Where
be Bill Huggins?"
asked the conductor.
" 'E beain't quite the
thing, zur," said a
colleague. " Why,
what 's the matter
wi"im?" "Idoan't
rightly know what 's
the matter, zur, but
we reckon as 'e's
overblowed isself."
It is well that it
should be pointed
out that danger
lurks in the saying
that every mince-
pie eaten before the
New Year means a
year of happiness.
As often as not it
means a jolly bad
quarter of an hour.
Indeed last year we
heard of a youngster
who attempted to
make sure that he
would become in due
course a blithe cen-
tenarian. He is with
us no longer.
The Pluckiest Act
J I Never Saw: — A
Cabinet Minister
kissing a Suffragette
under the mistletoe.
A LADIES' man Eobert is not,
Such casual manners he 's got ;
But, though I can show
Several strings to my bow,
I love him the best of the lot.
Last night -we sat out at a dance,
Peeling too sentimental to " Lanco,"
And I fancy ho guessed
I should fall on his breast
The moment he gave me the chance.
A CHECK IN THE MATING GAME.
So, a snub wouldn't hurt him a bit
(1 knew he was pretty hard hit),
And I quickly rehearsed
How I 'd fool him at first
And capitulate when I thought fit.
He proposed. I demurely said " No."
He was silent a second or so,
Then sighed (from relief,
It seemed, rather than grief),
And briskly responded "Bight-O."
And now I feel horribly small,
My tears are beginning to fall,
For it 's evident I
Must eat humble pie
Or never get Eobert at all.
Answer to "Smith Junior." - In
reply to your enquiry, jour de Van is
the French for New Year's Day : jour
de I'dnc is the First of April.
Punch's Almanack for 1913.
Far and wide through Fairyland,
Far along each fairy strand,
Peter Pan, we heard you play,
Heard your piping day by day,
Till at last
Bid by yon
Fast, so fast,
Back we flow-
Like a flock of thistle-down —
To this park of London Town.
Autumn 's here, but yet we sing
(Dancing for you in a ring) ;
Through the yellow leaves we run
Which the wind brings for our fun ;
They are green
To our eyes,
Crisp and clean ;
And the skies,
Grey to Men, to us are blue—-
Never any other hue.
Winter soon will come, but we
Still will frolic 'neath each tree,
Frolic where you "ve come to dwell.
For our sakes, within this dell ;
Cold or heat,
Sun or rain,
Life is sweet,
For again—-
So you tell us, Peter Pan.—
We have won the love of Man.
//I
In the ages that are gone
Hyde Park, right to Kensington,
Sheltered fairies in its bowers
Built of brushwood, moss and flowers ;
Then Men turned
Grim and sad.
No more yearned
To be glad
In the merry fairy way —
Simple pleasures, simple play.
Drooped then every fairy head
(Oh, what bitter tears were shed !),
And the fairies vanished quite —
Hushed the home of every sprite 1
Song-birds wept,
Furred things too,
All that crept,
When they knew
Why the London fairies fled —
Faith in fairies' worth was dead 1
'But there's nothing more to fear,
So you say, this happy year ;
Mortals by your help have seen
I All that fairies really mean-
Healthy joys ^
To enfold
Girls and boys.
Young and old —
I So we thank you, Peter Pan —
Peter — never grown a Man I
J tf
THE FAIRIES OF LONDON TO PETER PAN, 1912.
Punch's AlmanacK for 1913.
[It has been suggested that the vast army of unorganised labour in London streets should be taken over by a General Information
vndicate. Badges aud bell-punches would be provided and a small fixed fee of, say, on:: halfpenny would be levied in all cases.]
"HEBE'S THE KERB, Sin."
"THIS IS YOUR HAT, MlSTEB."
" FOLLOW THESE PEOPLE, SlR, AND YOU WILL GET YOUR TICKET
AT THE SMALL WINDOW ON THE LEFT."
' THAT 's WOT YOU SLIPPED ON, Sin, THAT BIT o' BANANA-PEEL.
"IN HEBE, MISS."
BRIDGE WEST."
YES, Sin. You WANT WATERLOO BRIDGE— NEXT
Punch's Almanack for 1913.
[An enterprising mnga/ino recently had :i story illustrated by drawings which were fushiou-platos in addition to being illustrativo
of the text. Why not go further and insinuate lucrative advertisements?]
" SHE FLUNG THE RING ON THE GROUND AND TURNED SCORN-
FULLY FROM HIM." (THE ABOVE DRAWING IS NOT ONLY At.
ILLUSTRATION TO OUR GREAT SERIAL BTORY, BUT ALSO GIV«S A
SMART TYPE OF COUNTRY SUIT FOR GOLFING AND OTHER OUTDOCU
EXERCISES, FROM MESSRS. SNOOKER, JERMYN STREET, S.W.
THE PRETTY AFTERNOON GOWN IS BY VF.RA OF CONDUIT STREET.)
" As THE CAR FLEW PAST A DARK FIGURE SPRANG FROM THK
HEDGE WITH A LEVELLED REVOLVER." (THE CAR SHOWN 18 A
SMALL-SIZED 75 H.P. GA8PABD — A HANDY, RELIABLE CAR FOB
ALL PURPOSES ; THE REVOLVER BEING A SEMI-AUTOMATIC
NORTHERN, PROCURABLE AT 201A, HAYMARKET.)
"'I WILL HAVE THK PAPERS,' HISSED LjEROUX." (WE CAS
HIGHLY RECOMMEND THE ROLL-TOP DESK SHOWN IN THIS PICTURE.
WHITE FOR CATALOGUE OF OFFICE "FURNITURE TO MESSRS. LIFIEY
AND LlFFEY, CllKAPSIDK.)
" SHE WAS DISCOVERED UNCONSCIOUS IN THE EARLY MORNING."
(THE DELIGHTFUL BIJOU COTTAGE IN THE DISTANCE IS ONB O*
THOSE SPECIALLY DESIGNED FOB THE Ll'SHINGHAM GARDEN ClTY
Co. PRICE £350 AS IT STANDS. TAKES ONLY 48 HOURS TO BUILD.)
Punch's Almanack for 1913.
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f«nt "fKcm out »
him »ina.!£rSk«tfffivetn« an
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THE TRUTH ABOUT 1913.
FA Prophetic Almanack, Ciii.l,- and Vade-mecum for the approaching year; including Postal I Information Solar .Predictions Lunar
culUtk,!.", Ti.lo Table, Antidotes for PouoBS, Notes on Etiquette and a Guide to the Best Times for Sowing and Planting, etc., etc.]
Occultations
IN tlio past Mr. Punch has often
\\ished his readers a Happy New Yc:>r,
but he has never felt so certain that
happiness was within their grasp as
to-day, when lie presents to them for
the first time his Prophetic Almanack,
(luido and Viide-mecum for 1913. With
tin- aid of the almanack, his readers
TIIE SEEII.
can face the approaching year calmly;
and if, in spite of the warnings of the
stars, any catastrophe should come
upon them unawares, the Tide Table,
the Notes on Etiquette and the Anti-
dotes for Poisons should be sufficient to
indicate a way of escape. The Solar
Predictions, the Wrages Table and the
List of our Colonial Possessions are
calculated to soothe those most in need
of comfort, while the faint-hearted will
take new courage when they read the
Postal Information and the Table for
Estimating Standing Crops. In short,
it is Mr. Punch's belief that with the
Prophetic Almanack and Guide for
companion no one need fear any-
thing from the approaching year
of grace 1913.
It is just possible, however, that
some may say, " On what does
Mr. Punch rest his claim to fore-
tell the future by the stars?"
The question is a fair one. It can
best be answered by recalling
some of his
ASTROLOGICAL PROPHECIES
ALREADY FULFILLED.
The sinking of the White Ship,
for instance, was clearly foretold
in Mr. Punch's Almanack for
1120 by the words "Saturn in
the ninth in trine with Neptune
suggests shipping troubles."
Our prediction of the battle of Agin-
court in the Almanack for 1415 creah-d
a tremendous sensation. Our actual
\vurds were "Mars on the meridian
denotes activity in military circles."
I low fully tins was borne out by events
which followed is known now to all the
world.
"Deaths among legal dignitaries,"
said the Almanack for 1553, and, alas !
it was in that year that His Majesty
KING EDWARD VI., the chief law-maker
of England, passed away.
The Gunpowder Plot was definitely
foretold by the words " Uranus on the
cusp of the eleventh house threatens
a warm autumn," which shows how
seldom the stars can err in their mes-
sages.
"Deaths from sickness" sufficiently
indicated the Great Plague of London.
Many other prophecies have been
fulfilled, such as " Scandal in Eeligious
Circles (1567), " Deaths by Duelling "
(1712), and "New Laws Passed" (1844).
Having established his claim to be in
the confidence of the stars, Mr. Punch
now proceeds to give his Prophetic
Almanack, Guide and General Vade-
mecum. He feels that he cannot make
a better beginning than by presenting
to the public his specially prepared
I.-POSTAL INFORMATION.
Letters. — For the sum of one penny
the Post Office undertakes to convey a
letter weighing 4 ozs. or less to any
legible address in the British Isles. In
these days of telephones and motor-cars,
however, 4 oz. letters are but rarely
written ; at the end of 2 ozs. most of us
find that we have said all that we want
to say, and we do not grudge the Post-
Office the little bit of extra profit. In
some cases, of course, this profit is more
than a little. It is, for instance, difficult
to send out an invitation of more than
15 drams, or to answer it in more than
loz. and a quarter. On the same day to
'"A'PEXNY STAMP, PLEASE, MlSS."
THE GREAT LICENCE ANOMALY.
N.B. : You WILL WANT A LICENCE FOB TIII:
SPOOK, BUT YOU CAN DECORATE YOUR SIIIIiT-
FHOKT FOR NOTHING.
dispatch a dozen invitations of less than
an ounce and only to receive one three
and a half ounce letter from Sir ED-
WARD DURNING-LAWBENCE gives one
some idea of the prosperity of the
General Post-Office.
Post Cards. — These are sold at the
following rates : Thin, |r7. each ; Stout
1 for f d., 11 for 6d. To the recipient the
adiposity of a post-card is, however,
of less importance than the writing
upon the side reserved for inland com-
munications.
• Dog Licences. — A dog licence
maybe purchased over the counter
of the post-office for 7s. 6(7., the
size of the dog being immaterial.
Though it is illegal to keep a dog
without a licence, there is nothing
to prevent you keeping a licence
without a dog. You have only
to glim the document to your
front gate and burglars will keep
away.
Money by Post. — Money can be
ssnt in an ordinary letter at the
ordinary rates, whether in the
form of a postal order or in solid
cash. If the latter, the Post
Office regulations require that it
should be well wrapped up, and
that the words " Key Only "
Punch's Almanack for 1913.
should bo written legibly on the front
of the envelope.
Stock Exchange Dull.
II.— OUR CHIEF IMPERIAL
POSSESSIONS.
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The Coconnut
Stock Exchange Dull.
HI.— WHAT A LANDLORD MAY
NOT DO.
The relations between a landlord and
his tenant are so important and yet so
little understood that our readers will
be glad to learn their exact status in
the matter. A landlord may not
(1) Stroll in uninvited, about 8 P.M.,
and seat himself hungrily in his (or
rather your) dining-room.
(2) Kick you down your (or rather
his) front-door steps if you are late
with the rent.
(3) Make disparaging remarks about
your — that is, his — or, rather, the her-
baceous boarder.
IV.— WHAT A TENANT MAY NOT DO.
On the other hand, a tenant may
not —
(1) Kick the landlord down the steps
when he asks for the rent.
(2) Sell the house without the land-
lord's permission.
V.— ECLIPSES DURING 1913.
There will be five eclipses in 1913 —
three partial eclipses of the Sun and
two total eclipses of the Moon. They
will, however, all be invisible at Green-
AN ECLIPSE OF THE MOON.
I. BEFORE USING OUR
SAFETY RAZOR.
II. An Ell.
wich ; unfortunately for the trades-
people of that town, who generally
make a large profit out of the rush of
visitors to Greenwich when an eclipse
A LANDLORD MAY NOT DISCLAIM ALL RESPONSIBILITY
FOR REPAIRS.
OFF TO SEE THE ECLIPSE AT GREENWICH.
is announced as being visible there. It
will be possible, however, to observe
them through a smoked glass in certain
parts of the Pacific.
Total Eclipse of the Moon, March 22.
This occurs in the first quarter (in
advance) of Libra, and the
fourth house. It indicates
bad weather, and
some deaths in
Greenwich and
elsewhere. The
Stock Exchange
will be depressed. (
Partial Eclipse of
the Sun, April 6.
This falls in the
fifteenth decanate
of Scorpio in the
second house.
(Two houses
nightly.) It
threatens grave
danger of some-
thing happening.
The Stock Ex-
change will ba
distinctly flat.
Partial Eclipse of the Sun, August 31.
Thin transpires in the eleventh cusp
of Gemini in the third house on the
left. It denotes change, together with
a certain amount of stationariness. The
Stock Exchange will be horribly dull.
Total Eclipse of the Moon, September 15.
This happens in the node of Cancer
sideways. It points to events eventu-
ating, or, in some cases, otherwise.
The Stock Exchange will bo even more
sluggish than usual.
Partial Eclipse of the Sun,
September 30.
This falls out in the occultation of
Aquarius. It foreshadows the passing
of time and indicates the presence of
weather. The Stock Exchange will bo
absolutely torpid.
VI .-MOTTOES FCR THE YEAR.
A swarm of bees in Jan.
Would surprise the average man.
February fills the dykes
With skidding cars and motor-bikes.
A peck of dust in March doth bring
Contentment to a captive king.
Well, well ; a pint of ale for me —
Quot viri, tot sententia.
The cuckoo comes in April,
Casts a clout in May,
Coughs full soon on the first of Jims
And sneezes all the day.
If only St. Swithin's is fine, then we
Shall have one fine day in 1 — 9 — 1 — 3.
Drye Auguste and warme doth harvesto
noe harme ;
Cold Auguste and wette is what wo
shall gette.
Geese have broken down and wept,
All their finer nature shocked,
At the thought of dying Sept.
Merging into new-born Oct.
Complain to your Member
Of fogs in November ;
MERCURY RISES 6 A.M.'
Punch's AlmanacR for 1913.
If it's cold in December
Complain to your Member;
He 'II see to it ! Ijor' ! •
It 's what Parliament 's for.
VII.— THE COMING YEAR.
And now (lie Seer approaches the
dread question, "What does 1913 hold
in store for England ? " Here our ;u ( ist
IMS depicted allegoric-
ally the coming year.
How shall we interpret
it ? Ah !
In the left we see that
the historic Houses of
Parliament have been
blown up by gun-
powder. Does this in-
dicate that a modem
(IriDo FAI-X is plotting
in our midst? Or
merely that bitter dis-
cussions will rend the
House of Commons in
twain? Let us hope the
latter. 'Yet whatever
happens we are glad to
see England and Fi ance
sitting in amity side by
side; evidently the
entente cordiale is to
remain a feature of the
coining year. But why does Capital
(represented by the gentleman in the
top hat) hold up the approaching
train ? It almost seems that the motive
power of 1913 is to be electricity.
But what do we see now ? Germany
about to pull the tail of the sleeping
lion ! Britain must wake up or she
will become even as the snail — such
evidently is the message of the stars.
Meanwhile the Turk and the Christian
(depicted by a silly mistake of the
artist's as a Hindoo) are
playing cards with Death
as onlooker. This seems to
foretell War in the Balkans
at no distant date. But not
only in the Near East will
there be unrest, for China
is on the warpath too,
while in the background
some naval affair appears
to be in progress. Plainly
this will be a depressed year
for the Stock Exchange.
Yet the Seer is not alto-
gether despondent of the
future. The position of
John Bull in the centre of the picture in-
dicates that it will be a good year for
bade, while the drilling of civilians in
the background may even bo a sign
that at last we are beginning to take our
responsibilities seriously and embark
upon Universal Military Training. On
the other hand it may indicate Civil
War in Ireland. The stars and the
artist are
point
not quite clear upon this
Finally we have the awful figure with
drawn sword in hand hovering over the
scene. What terrible calamity does
this portend ? Socialism ? — the break-
up of the Empire ? — a peerage for a
well-known financier? — a scandal in
high-life ? Or is it merely a fanciful
creation of the artist's to give balance
position in the heavens. When the
moon is not only full but also directly
overhead it will- exert its maximum
northward pull upon anything which
you have planted. On the other hand,
in the absence of a moon there is
nothing whatever to drag the heads of
your tulips above the soil, and for all
your guests see of them they might
never have been planted. Try this ex-
periment and convince
yourself of .the truth of
this. Take a handful of
walnuts and sow them
ii ', the full of the moon
in good moist soil. Sow
another handful in the
sa'iie soil on the wane
of the moon. Will the
second handful come
up ? No.
"1913."
to the picture ? The stars — usually so
communicative — have nothing to say
upon this point. Let us leave this dire
portent and fix our last thoughts in-
stead upon the cow in the top right-
hand comer. 1913 will be pre-eminently
a good year for milk.
It is a relief to turn from these dread
matters to more homely questions.
The Seer cheerfully resumes his Guide
and Vade-mecum with his long-awaited
VIII.— TIDE TABLE.
IIlCII TIDE AT SOI'THKND, APP.II, ]gl, 1913.
Stock Exchange Dull.
DC— GUIDE TO THE BEST TIME FOR
PLANTING.
The influence of the moon on grow-
ing plants is now generally recognised.
_jw J — ^"J *****vg**AOO**«
Ihe reason is that the moon exerts an
attractive force which varies with its
Stock Exchange Dull.
X.— ANTIDOTES FOR
POISONS.
Poisox. ANTIDOTE.
l.'ad Sulphuric Arid.
A'tiralc of Silver PlentyofSaJt
WiltlT. ' >
Oplutit. Stomach Primp.
fitciotdRhvbarl) Artificial tvspira-
tton and bleeding.
Red Ink Milk. . ,
It sometimes hap-
pens, however, that
the patient swallows the antidote first,
and then there is nothing for it but to
give him the poison. In the case, how-
ever, of anyone who swallowed a stomach
pump it would be useless to attempt to
bring him round with opium.
Stock Exchange Dull.
XI.— A FEW HOUSEHOLD HINTS.
To remove moth from a fur-coat, paint
the coat with a solution one part treacle
and three parts brandy,
and place it on the lawn
at nightfall. An hour
later, arm yourself with a
bull's-eye lantern and a
butterfly net and go out
in pursuit of the moths —
many hundreds of which
will be found to have col-
lected on the coat. When
captured they should be
placed in your killing
bottle, and transferred at
leisure afterwards to your
collecting box.
A boot or shoe that
pinches should be smacked and stood in
the corner until bed-time. This will
cure it of the habit.
To soften the head hold it in boiling
water for three hours every day. ;
A disused compass cannot be put to
any other practicable use.
Stock Exchange Dull.
Punch's AlmanacK for 1913.
Lady. "I THINK YOU 'D BETTER GO TO ONE OP THE HOUSES AND ASK THEM WHEBE WE ABE?"
Ca'iby. "Loa1 BLESS YEB, MUM, TBEY WON'T KNOW!"
XII.— PALMISTRY.
regular time - tables due
break-downs on the line.
d. Saturdays Only.
to
The art of palmistry, to which our
ancestors attached considerable im-
portance, is sufficiently explained in the
above diagram. The seer is not re-
sponsible for any departure from the
Stock Exchange Dull.
Mr. Punch now begs to take
leave of his readers. Owing
to pressure on space and the
occultation of Aries upon Mer-
cury, he has been compelled to
withhold information on divers
matters ; the following being
among the sections omitted ; —
Table for Estimating Stand-
ing Crops.
What a Horse can do.
Architecture.
Etiquette of Mourning.
How to make a Hundred at
Billiards.
The Influence of the Stars
on Modern Thought.
Growth of the National
Debt.
Twelve Eules for Saving
Life at Sea
and
Approximate Table for En-
dowment Policies per £100 insured.
Nevertheless he is convinced that
ho has added to the sum of human
knowledge, and that he has ensured
the happiness of his readers in the
coming year. With a final warning to
Vegetarians, the Bald, and Players of
THE RlQHT TIME FOB PLANTING
(see SECT. IX.).
Badminton to beware the moath of
February, tho Soer makes his bow.
Vaktc ! A. A. M.
Punch's Almanack for 1913.
A l.KADIV; MOTOR JOURNAL 8CGOEBT8 THAT SOME SYSTEM OF SIGNALLING MIGHT BB ADOPTED AT IMPOKTANT POINTS ON OUR JIAIN
THOROUGHFARES FOB THE BETTEB REGULATION OF TBAFFIC.
liR. PCKCa OFFEES A FANCY PICTURE OF HYDE PARK CORNER ABOUT THE YEAR 1019.
A CENTENARY OF PROGRESS.
(Trousers were first
A HUNDRED years ago. It is not mine
To sing, as others of my species may,
Of some high beacon that arose to shine
And dazzle future history. Truth to say,
Historical research is not my line,
Nor do I need it. My superior lay
Thrills to no great fight won or great king born—
I sing the year when trousers first were worn.
Small chance, until this great refreshment came,
Had any man. Whate'er his views might be,
The bifurcations on his nether frame
Ended too surely somewhere near the knee.
Whether he had a soul attuned to shame,
Or one from such refinement nobly free,
He must betray, to women and to men,
His utmost self. 'Twas legs or nothing then.
But all was changed. And meagre man could
hide
His spindly weakness from the vulgar's chaff,
While even he who took a buxom pride
In the orbed turning of a conscious calf
Saw a new comfort not to be denied
In this strange gear ; and, having come to laugh,
.Remained to don, and won by slow degrees
A nascent modesty with this new ease.
introduced a Imndred years ago.)
And thus it chanced that, where the spell was cast,
Virtues beyond mere coyness grew apace —
For out of one come many — till at last
A .wide urbanity assumed the place
Of the swashbuckling swagger of the past ;
The West grew kindlier ; and each trousered race,
Full of new worth, looks back, and finds it grow
From that great change, a hundred years ago.
And thou, 0 nameless One, that didst invent
These gentle togs, to be for future days
A tool of Progress and an instrument
Of Peace, accept our full centennial praise.
Nor does the poet grudge the time he 's spent
On this his ode (providing someone pays)
In memory of him who wrought this boon,
Which still endures, and shall not wither soon.
A hundred years. It seems how long to us ;
And yet what is it in the cosmic view ?
A fleeting penn'orth on an pld-world 'bus ;
And we ourselves, how paltry and how new !
It would be well to shun vainglorious fuss,
And ponder, while these garments we indue,
How, in the immemorial Eastern clime,
Women have worn them from the birth of Time.
DUM-DUM.
Punch's Almanack for 1913.
FANCY AND FACT.
(The Dangers of Hunting.)
AS GATUEIIED BY NOX-HUNTINO WIVES FROM THE AFTER-DINNER CONVERSATION OF SPORTSMEN.
AS MUCH MORE OFTEN OBSERVED.
-
Punch's AlmanacK for 1913.
VI
JANUARY 1, 1913.]
PUNCH, OR THE LONDON CHARIVARI.
PAVING STONES FOR - — .
THIS year I am going to be very
circumspect and sensible. I have made
;up my mind to leave off many old
habits. Let us not speak of " good reso-
lutions," because they carry breakage
with them ; let us call them wise
resolves and give them a chance; or
we might go even farther and call them
hopeless endeavours, and then perhaps
much would result, for this is a world of
surprises. '
My first resolve will be to get in first
with the phrase, " A happy New Year."
I have never done this yet; it has
al ways -been left to me to mako the
trite rejoinder, " Same to you, and many
nf thorn." But this year I will be first.
I will give up being imitative and
secondary in other ways, too. I will be
more original. I will make a start by
taking Yorkshire pudding with mutton.
I will get up earlier.
I will be punctual for breakfast.
I will remember that champagne
doesn't always agree with me.
I shall, of course, go on playing golf
every day of the year, because I' believe
that only thus can England maintain
her greatness ; but I hereby resolve to
have more pity on those who do not
play it and never talk of the game in
their company.
• I will read a chapter of some good
author every night before going to
sleep.
I noticed now and then in 1912 a
tendency on the part of my friends to
tell me the same story twice or even
thrice. This is a serious danger and
I must myself be on guard against it.
I have therefore bought a little Where
is it ? and have written the names of
the best stories in my repertory on the
top of each page. This year I mean to
write underneath them the names of all
the persons to whom I tell them, and
thus I can avoid repetition.
I will weed out and send back all
the books I have borrowed. I will
send round a note asking for mine.
I will never lend any more books.
I will be stronger. I will withhold
tips from waiters, taxi-drivers and so
forth who have not been attentive and
capable. I will tip only the deserving.
I will make that long-deferred list of
the things I want in my bag, and so
for ever cease to forget the strop.
I will answer letters the same day.
P.S.— I don't think.
" Messrs. have discovered a Van dj
Velde painting in making a valuation for
insurance, and have privately disposed of it
lor nearly £1,000."— Daily Mirror.
But oughtn't they to have told the
owner about it ?
\ n 1 . . 1 X I . I V .
PUNCH, OR THE LONDON CHARIVARI^
[JANUAHY 1, 1913.
CHARIVARIA.
• IT was interesting to note that, when
the newspapers reappeared on Boxing
Day, after their Christinas holiday, the
news had also played the game. There
was none. $ *
3
" A CHRISTMAS GABLAND. Woven by
Max Beerbohm (2nd Imp)." Thus an
advertisement. We don't know who is
playing First Imp, but he must be a
very clever man. ^ ^
*
The rank of Captain having been
bestowed on the Elder Brethren of
Trinity House, Mr. ASQUITH is now
entitled to that appellation. To avoid
misconception as to their relative posi-
tions, Mr. REDMOND, it is said, intends
to insist on being made a Major.
S: :;:
A play by Lady LEVEB, entitled
The Insurance Act, was performed the
other night at the North Camberwell
Eadical Club. From the title we
imagine the play to be a comedy.
* *
*
In the new issue of the Post Office
Directory a Birch Rod Maker advertises
his abode, and he is said to be annoyed
with one of the daily papers for draw-
ing attention to the fact. Crowds of
small boys, according to our informa-
tion, are threatening to surround the
house, and police protection may be
inecessary. ... ...
i We are sorry to hear that, as a result
6f over one million persons having
visited the Zoo this year, some of the
inmates are showing signs of conceit.
The Wart Hog is said to have petitioned
for a looking-glass.
* •:••
At Corbeil, France, last week, in the
course of a trial, the judge boxed the
ears of counsel. This is .very seldom
done over here, where our judges have
other methods of raising "laughter in
court." ,.. ...
*^
The Standard published as a supple-
ment the other day : —
" ITALY
Edited by Reginald Harris. ' '
Look out shortly for : — •
. TURKEY ;
Edited by the Conference of London.
:-
From New York comes the news
that the Copper King has been divorced.
These scandals in royal families are
becoming too frequent.
*J*
"The claims of the married blue-
jacket for better treatment," says The
Express, "are discussed in ' O.H.M.S.' "
We trust that Bailors' wives, whom we
had never suspected of peculiar asperity,
will take note of this.
-.;: ••'.•-
"There are evidences," says Mr.
FREDERICK ENOCH, " which show that
caterpillars have profound intellects."
It seems a pity that they sbould after-
wards be content with a mere butterfly
existence. ,.; ..;;
A scarcity of cows is reported from
some parts of the country. It is thought
that this may lead to the motor- bus
companies once more devoting their
attention to the evolution of a satisfac-
tory cow-catcher.
Some individuals at Hanover, who
call themselves Terraphages, have
pledged themselves to eat nothing but
earth. Now that the motor traffic so
frequently makes us bite the dust, the
accomplishment seems scarcely worth
making so much fuss about.
* '
" Alvin Hornberger, who was wanted
for passing forged notes, was traced
by the marks of his false teeth in an
unfinished cheese -sandwich." Guess
where this happened. " America ? "
Right!
CHARACTER -AND -DESTINY CHATS.
By SYBIL.
" ROSEBUD." — Dear little eighteen-
year-old City Typist, yours is the
sunny nature for which a sunny future
seems assured. I have nothing but
good news for you. If all be well, you
will be very happy. The crystal tells
me that at no very distant date your
fate seems likely to be linked with that
of another, but as to whether that
other is the fair, curly-haired young
man who travels with you every
morning by the Shepherd's Bush Tube,
or the dark young man who chatted
with you on the top of a motor-bus,
Isis is silent. (Would you like me to
consult the Black Bowl of Buddha on
this point? For this, with the extra
psychic force required, I should have
to charge £1 10s.)
" PHCEBE." — He may be all you
think him, or even all you think you
think him. Go bravely forward. When
the clouds roll away from your horizon,
the sky will be clear. The lock of hair
you send lias had a stain applied to it
and has been acquainted with a well-
known curler, all of which shows you
to be of a hopeful, courageous disposi-
tion, determined to make the best of
things. If there were more such women
as you, there would be fewer of other
kinds ! (My fee for an ordinary reading
is £1 Is., not £1.)
" PREVIOUS EXISTENCE." — Yes, cer-
tainly I can, after some little concen-
tration and preparation, take you back
through all your previous incarnations.
The fee is progressive, starting at
£1 Is., and doubling with each previous
individuation. (From what I can sense,
through your letter and the lock of
hair, I should say some of your former
existences have been of a thrilling and
extraordinary kind !)
" ANXIOUS." — I have looked into your
future with special reference to the
letter you would be so glad to receive.
Yes, I have seen a letter for you, but
as the flap of the envelope was towards
me, I cannot say what sort of hand the
address was written in.
" LOBNA." — You are apparently quite
justified in all you think of yourself.
You seem indeed to have every gift,
physical and mental. Use your powers
of fascination gently. Do not break
hearts and desolate lives. Your hand-
writing is very characteristic and dis-
tinctive (there are two p's in appear),
and the lock of hair is of the rarest
shade of chestnut. For such a subject
as yourself, to whom a singular, per-
haps dazzling, destiny seems coming,
the crystal and even the Black Bowl of
Buddha are scarcely adequate. You
had better let me consult the stars.
(My fee for this, taking into considera-
tion the strain on the eyes and on the
psychic faculties and the risk of taking
cold, is £2 2s.).
"AMBITIOUS." — There can be no doubt
that you are fitted for something even
higher than to be a social leader in
the Garden Suburb, Popplewell Green.
You wish to know if in the coming
time you will realise your ambition and
" get into really good society." I have
looked into the golden mists of your
future, and I have seen faintly adum-
brated the form of a woman robed in
satin and adorned with gems receiving
crowds of well-dressed and evidently
high-born guests; but whether that
woman is yourself, time alone will
show! (All postal orders sent me
should be crossed.)
" JUST A LARK." — You say, in your
own deplorable phrase, that you were
" getting at " me, that all your state-
ments were false, and that the lock of
hair sent was cut from a pet dog.
Such conduct is beneath contempt.
Since receiving this second communi-
cation I have again looked into your
future. I should be sorry to tell even
such a person as you what I have
seen.
"INQUISITIVE." — No, I know nothing
of the methods of Rooli-Tooti-Lal, the
Indian mystic, whose Psychic Parlour
in Edgware Road was closed by the
police.
PUNCH. OB THE LONDON CHARIVARI.— JANUARY I, 1913.
BY FAVOUK OF THE ENEMY.
CAPTAIN ASQUITH (observing from battlements a difference of opinion in the ranks of Hie besieging army).
IF THIS GOES ON WE OUGHT TO HAVE A CHANCE OP BE-VICTUALLING."
JANUARY 1, 1913.]
PUNCH, OR THE LONDON CHARIVARI.
CLARIFYING COMMENTS.
By TIBERIUS MUDD.
I MUST offer my heartiest con-
gratulations to The, Skittish Weekly on
its 2,000th number. The proprietors
of this admirable journal have always
been true to the main aim they set
before themselves at the outset — to
combine spirituality with "snap," the
higher criticism with the personal
note. Amongst those who at one time
or another have enriched its pages by
their contributions are Lord Soper, Sir
Jenery Bunn, Sir Gulliver Stodge, the
Rev. Dr. Inigo Slobb, the Countess
Schunck, Mrs. Chillingham Cattley,
and Professor Folsoin Ould, whose
"one minute sertnonettes " have been
such an alluring item in The Skittish
Weekly for the last few years. I rejoice
to think that the unimpaired vitality of
this splendid periodical will be mani-
fested in a number of new and un-
precedented features during the forth-
coming year, notably comic obituary
notices of authors who are still alive ;
accounts of the wardrobes of Dr.
JOHNSON, COLERIDGE, KEATS, G. B.
SHAW and JOHN GALSWORTHY ; and a
series of autobiographical sketches
under the attractive caption, " How I
got my Peerage."
Great interest is excited by the an-
nouncement of the impending publica-
tion of a new religious weekly paper to
be called Balm. The new venture,
which will be published by the Din-
widdies, will cater not only for the
spiritual but the literary needs of
members of the Free Churches and
will be edited by the Rev. Chadwick
Bandman, pastor of Zion Church,
Stoke-under-Ham. Mr. Bandman, who
was recently presented with a roller-top
desk and a complete canteen of cutlery
and silver by his congregation on the
occasion of his marriage to Miss
Hephzibah Muxloe, daughter of Dr.
Minsey Muxloe, is a richly persuasive
preacher. Not long ago, while attend-
ing Zion Church, I saw the wife of a
Cabinet Minister in a front pew, wear-
ing the most beautiful furs, and irre-
proachably gowned in other respects.
I have been considerably impressed
by the brilliancy of recent issues of
The Bludgeon. For some time past one
felt that literature was suffering from
the unduly lax and conciliatory tone
adopted by our leading journals in their
literary criticisms. This tendency has
found an admirable corrective in the
splendid articles of the editor, Mr. Ixie
Dipsett, who now intends to add a new
feature to his paper under the arresting
title of " The Gibbet," where " the
^
Lady (to Messrs. Cook's official). "I HAVE NOTHING TO DECLARE. WHAT SHALL I BAY?"
Official. "SAY, MADAM, THAT YOU HAVE NOTHING TO DECLABE."
Lady. "YES; BUT SUPPOSE THEY FIND SOMETHING?"
worst book of the week " will be faith-
fully dealt with. I understand that the
staff of the paper has recently been
reinforced by the accession of that
trenchant young publicist, Mr. Under-
wood Cutts, whom I recently had the
pleasure of meeting at the hospitable
board of my old friend, Dr. Doyly
Springett. Mr. Cutts's novel, Lethal
Love, published by the Dodders, is
certainly a very startling work. I hear
that the CHANCELLOR OP THE EX-
CHEQUER read it through at a sitting
on a recent week-end visit to Criccieth.
The weekly prize of 5s., or a copy of
the Rev. Offley Bolsover's Soul Food,
for the best paragraph contributed to
this column, has been awarded to the
author of the communication relating
to Balm. For the ensuing week the
prize will be awarded to the writer of
the ten best rhymes on the model of the
head-lines in a recent number of The
Pall Mall Gazette : " Can you name a
Kitten? By Wilfred Whitten." As
examples for the use of competitors I
give "The Outrage in Delhi. By MARIE
COHELLI " ; " Chatter about Jane Porter.
By C. K. SHORTER"; and "Are Dis-
senters Fickle? By Sir ROBERTSON
NICOLL."
I cannot better close this week's
Comments than by printing a letter
handed on to me by the Editor.
TIBERIUS MUDD.
DEAR SIR, — It is with the most un-
feigned delight that I see we are going
to have a serial by Tiberius Mudd,
entitled " The Cure of Souls." If there
is an author whose works I admire it is
he. They are so clean, soul-shaking
and winsome.
Yours faithfully, X. Y. Z.
What to do with our Bishops.
" Bishop of St. John is Concentrated."
Manitoba Free Press.
PUNCH, OR THE LONDON CHARIVARI.
[JANUARY 1, 1913.
MORE SUCCESSFUL LIVES.
VI. — THE COLLECTOR.
WHEN Peter Plimsoll, tho Glue King,
died, his parting advice to his sons tc
stick to the business was follows
only by John, the elder. Adrian, the
younger, had a soul above adhesion
He disposed of his share in the concern
and settled down to follow the life of a
gentleman of taste and culture ant
(more particularly) patron of the arts
Ho began in a modest way by collect-
ing ink-pots. His range at first wa,
catholic, and it was not until he had
acquired a hundred and forty-seven
ink-pots of various designs that he
decided to make a speciality of historic
ones. This decision was hastened
by the discovery that one of QUEEN
ELIZABETH'S inkstands — supposed (by
the owner) to be the identical one with
whose aid she wrote her last letter to
BALEIGH — was about to be put on the
market. At some expense Adrian ob-
tained an introduction, through a third
party, to the owner; at more expense
the owner obtained, through the same
gentleman, an introduction to Adrian ;
and in less than a month the great
Elizabeth Ink-pot was safely esta-
blished in Adrian's house. It was the
beginning of the " Plimsoll Collection.
This was twenty years ago. Let us
to-day take a walk through the gal-
leries of Mr. Adrian Plimsoll's charming
residence, which, as the world knows,
overlooks the pirk. Any friend of mine
is always welcome at Number Fifteen.
We will start with the North Gallery ;
I fear that I shall only have time to
point out a few of the choicest gems.
This is a Pontesiori sword of the
thirteenth century — the only example
of the master's art without any notches.
On the left is a Capricci comfit-box.
If you have never heard of Capricci,
you oughtn't to come to a house like
this.
Here we have before us the historic
de Montigny topaz. Ask your little boy
to tell you about it.
In the East Gallery, of course, the
chief treasure is the Santo di Santo
amulet, described so minutely in his
Vindicia Veritatis by John of Flanders.
The original MS. of this book is in
the South Gallery. You must glance
at it when we get there. It will save
you the trouble of ordering a copy
from your library ; they would be sure
to keep you waiting. . . .
With some such words as these I
lead my friends round Number Fifteen.
The many treasures in the private parts
of the house I may not show, of course ;
the bathroom, for instance, in which
hangs the finest collection of portraits
of philatelists that Europe can boast.
You must spend a night with Adrian to
be admitted to their company; and, as
one of the elect, I can assure you tha
nothing can be more stimulating on a
winter's morning than to catch the eye
of Frisby Dranger, F.Pli.S., behinc"
the taps as your head first emerges
from the icy waters.
-:;• •::• -::- -"• -"•
Adrian Plimsoll sat at breakfast, sip
ping his hot water and crumbling a
dry biscuit. A light was in his eye, a
flush upon his pallid countenance. He
had just heard from a trusty agent that
the Scutori breast-plate had been seen
in Devonshire. His car was ready to
take him to the station.
But alas ! a disappointment awaited
him. On close examination the breast-
plate turned out to be acommon Risoldo
of inferior working. Adrian left the
house in disgust and started on his
seven-mile walk back to the station.
To complete his misery a sudden storm
came on. Cursing alternately his agent
and Eisoldo, he made his way to a
cottage and asked for shelter.
An old woman greeted him civilly
and bade him come in.
" If I may just wait till the storm is
over," said Adrian, and he sat down in
her parlour and looked appraisingly
(as was his habit) round the room. The
grandfather clock in the corner was
genuine, but he was beyond grandfather
clocks. There was nothing else of any
value : three china dogs and some odd
trinkets on the chimney-piece ; a print
or two
Stay ! What was that behind the
youngest dog ?
" May I look at that old bracelet ? "
lie asked, his voice trembling a little ;
and without waiting for permission he
walked over and took up the circle of
iarnished metal in his hands. As he
sxamined it his colour came and went,
nis heart seemed to stop beating. With
a .tremendous effort he composed him-
self and returned to his chair.
It was the Emperor's Bracelet !
Of course you know the history of
this most famous of all bracelets. Made
!>y SPURIUS QUINTUS of Eome in
47 B.C., it was given by C.ESAH to CLEO-
PATRA, who tried without success to
dissolve it in vinegar. Eeturning to
Eome by way of ANTONY, it was worn
at a minor conflagration by NEKO, after
which it was lost sight of for many
centuries. It was eventually heard of
during the reign of CANUTE (or KNUT,
as his admirers called him) ; and JOHN
s known to have lost it in the Wash,
whence it was recovered a century after-
wards. It must have travelled thence
.o France, for it was seen once in the
wssession of Louis XL; and from there
o Spain, for PHILIP THE HANDSOME
presented it to JOANNA on her wedding
day. COLUMHUS took it to America, but
fortunately brought it back again ;
PKTKR THE GREAT threw it at an in-
different musician ; on one of its later
visits to England POPE wrote a couplet
to it. And the most astonishing tiling
in its whole history was that now for
more than a hundred years it had
vanished completely. To turn up again
in a little Devonshire cottage ! Verily
truth is stranger than fiction.
" That 's rather a curious bracelet of
yours, "said Adrian casually. "My — er
— wife has one just like it which she
asked me to match. Is it an old friend,
or would you care to sell it ? "
" My mother gave it me," said the
old woman, " and she had it from hers.
I don't know no further than that. I
didn't mean to sell it, but —
" Quite right," said Adrian, " and,
after all, I can easily get another."
" But I won't say a bit of money
wouldn't be useful. What would you
think a fair price, Sir ? Five shillings ? "
Adrian's heart jumped. To get the
Emperor's bracelet for five shillings !
But the spirit of the collector rose
up strong within him. He laughed
kindly.
" My good woman," he said, " they
iurn out bracelets like that in Birming-
ham at two shillings apiece. And quite
new. I '11 give you tenpence."
"Make it one - and - sixpence," she
pleaded. " Times are hard."
Adrian reflected. He was not,
strictly speaking, impoverished. He
could afford one-and-sixpence.
" One-and-tuppence," he said.
" No, no, one-and-sixpence," she re-
peated obstinately.
Adrian reflected again. After all, he
could always sell it for ten thousand
pounds, if the worst came to the worst.
" Well, well," he sighed. " One-and-
sixpence let it be."
fie counted out the money carefully.
Then, putting the precious bracelet in
lis pocket, he rose to go.
Adrian has no relations living now.
When he dies he proposes to leave
;he Plimsoll Collection to the nation,
laving — as far as he can foresee — no
)articular use for it in the next world.
This is really very generous of him,
and no doubt, when the time comes, the
papers will say so. But it is a pity that
cannot be appreciated properly in
lis lifetime. Personally I should like
see him knighted. A. A. M.
Wanted from 3 to 500 acres of land for
hooting." — Adrt. in "East Anglian Times."
Je should get the three acres anyway.
'Three acres and a pheasant" is the
birthright of every British sportsman.
JANUARY 1, 1913.]
PUNCH, OR THE LONDON CHARIVARI.
Energetic Mother. "WHAT A LAZY EON I "
Honald. "On, I BAY, REALLY, MOTHEB! HANO IT ALL I CAN'T A FELLOW LIE ON THE SOFA FOB TEN MINUTES WITHOUT BEING
SWORN AT?"
TO THE LOANERS OF LIGHT.
(A New Year Thanksgiving.)
NOT to him, to the lord of the lyre, to Apollo,
Who leers at me faintly from under a hood,
Do I turn me this morning. A reed that is hollow !
I spurn, I renounce him. (Did someone say " Good ? "
You are tired of Apollo, the praise of his mercies,
The roll of his titles ? You can't see the need
Of these lengthy preambles '? You think to be terse is —
Dash it all, my good Sir, am I writing these verses
Or are you ?) To proceed : —
1 was saying that not to Apollo the master,
I turn on this opening morn of the year;
lie hath crumbled away like an idol of plaster,
He hath hardly been with ino since August was here ;
Not to him did I owe it to light or to warm me
As up to Parnassus I measured my pace
Through the wan Autumn days, unremittingly stormy,
13ut the Borough ; I 've just had their note to inform me
That this was the case.
Very godlike and fair are the ways of the Borough,
They dip not in ocean their westering feet,
But the bard is dependent on them for a thorough
Supply of illuminant, also of heat;
If I sang you a song that you fancied was sweeter
Than others, dear reader, they swelled the perfume ;
It was they who inspired and inspected the meter,
It was they who installed the electrical heater
That stands in my room.
0 star that lay hidden undreamt of for seons !
O fire that the breadth of a city can span !
0 power that was puffed not aforetime with paeans,
Whoso prophet and priest is the Council's young man !
He tells how the currents, in flashes of blue knit,
Have lighted the minstrel in hours that are gone,
When he comes to that box with a lever to tune it,
And, although I can't think what he means by a unit,
I never let on.
No oracles now have the drinkers of nectar
Who rest on the rainless Olympian hill,
But the Borough repeatedly send their inspector
(Who flirts with Elizabeth), also their bill ;
1 turn to them, therefore, their kindliness wooing,
And thanking them much for their boon of the past,
With a prayer that the same which I purpose renewing
May cost me much less for the quarter ensuing
Tban it did for the last. EVOE.
"Windows with Guards can be loft open at all times giving a
healthy, sanitary condition, at the same time perfect security against
Burglars or children falling out." — Adi:t.
We should hate to think of a burglar falling out of our
window and hurting himself.
Thoughts on Christmas Day, 1912.
Why doss an air of peace and pure goodwill
Breathe o'er the turkey, lap the brandied plum,
Like to a Sabbath morn's, but milder still ?
Because to-day the Party Press is dumb !
For the passing of a Damp Tear.
Wring out the Old, ring in the New.
PUNCH, OR THE LONDON CHARIVARI.
[JANUARY 1, 1913.
GREEN JEALOUSY.
MY appetite for tea had been miser
ably spoilt by my having to listen t
the virtues of a model young ma
whom Josephine and her mother ha
come across at a bazaar.
Before such excellence I was cowec
into silence. However, tea at las
came to an end, and her mother will
exemplary tact had found an excuse t
withdraw.
" I will leave my little girl to amuse
you," she said archly, at the door.
" If you promise not to tell," I sai(
to mother's little girl as I returned to
the fireplace, " I '11 have that last pieo
of brown bread-and-butter, and you
can have another cup of tea. Shal
wo?"
" Well, perhaps I will have just hal
a cup."
" That makes your fourth," I re
minded her. " To-morrow you '11 come
out in spots and your complexion wil
be ruined. Now it 's your turn to
amuse," I added. " Come, amuse me
I 'm waiting, Josephine. You hearc
what your mother said. You know
you 're not amusing me properly."
But in the end it was bound to come
to it ; I had to provide my own enter-
tainment.
"The other night I went to the
Maxwells'," I observed carelessly,
settling back in my chair. Josephine
paused with her cup half-way to her
mouth and looked up in surprise.
" Why, I thought you never went to
dances," she said.
" I don't, as a rule." I slipped down
in the chair, prepared to enjoy myself,
and, crossing my legs, gazed wistfully
up at the ceiling. "It was a very
nice dance," I added. " Won't you
drink up your tea ? " Josephine buried
her face in it, and for a while silence
ensued. " A very nice dance, indeed,"
I repeated, partly to myself. " Let me
put down your cup for you ! "
"Thanks, I can manage." From
the corner of my eye I watched her
pick up a crumb she was nursing and
carefully put it into the fire. "So
you enjoyed yourself?" she said, still
intent on the crumbs.
"I couldn't very well help it," I
replied ; " I had an adventure. No, I
didn't tread on anyone's frock 'or
upset the sandwiches, if that 'a what
you 're thinking of. Oh, dear, no ! "
Nothing so conventional, I sup-
pose," she murmured, — " that is for
you."
" There was one beautiful young girl
in particular," I went on affably, " who
took a great fancy to mo. The daring
way she— Well, I 'm sure people
must have noticed. Dear little girl ! "
— and I wafted an airy kiss at th
ceiling.
" Perhaps your tie wasn't straight ?
she suggested.
" No, it wasn't that. And thor
were no smuts on my nose, and no on
had been chalking things on my back
I especially asked Henry, to make sure
Ho said it was clearly a case. That '
what your own brother Henry said."
" I don't believe it," said Josephii
in
simply.
" No, neither did I, at first. Come
bo a sportsman, Josephine! Don'
grudge me my little triumphs ! Shal
I show you how I smiled at her? "
I showed her. She broke into a
loud inconsequent peal of laughter, bu
I took out my cigarette-case and waitec
patiently for it to subside.
" This isn't a smoking-compartmen
-at least, it doesn't say so on the
window, but may I ? Have one, too ?
No, not that one ; he 's put his fool
through his nightshirt . . . his little
bedfellow on the right."
I lit a match for her, and lapsec
again into silence, musing and lazily
blowing smoke rings at the shepherdes
on the mantelpiece.
" She has beautiful dreamy brown
eyes," I resumed, tenderly stroking my
chin. " Her name 's Winnie, short for
Winifred, you know — little Winnie."
" How nice! " said Josephine. Jose-
phine's eyes are blue.
" Yes, she was," I agreed ; " you 'd be
surprised. Give me brown eyes, say I,
for the winter months, at any rate.
And as for her complexion "Words
'ailed me for describing her complexion.
' Oh yes, and she has beautiful rich
chestnut hair. Eolls and rolls of it."
"Beally," said Josephine. Jose-
>hine's hair is a summer complete in
tself.
" Yes, I 'm very fond of that-coloured
aair. What a pity you don't take
nore care of your complexion 1 I did
ell you her name, didn't I? Pretty
lame, Winifred."
I rolled it round on my tongue
everal times, to get the full flavour of
t. The "fred " begins to sound rather
unny at the ninth or tenth time of
aying. Then I added my surname,
o see how it sounded with that. The
prnbination was distinctly melodious,
ickling the ear.
" Now let us dip into the future," I
aid, when I was tired of repeating it.
I dipped into the future by taking
ut an old envelope, writing our two
ames on the back of it, and crossing
ut the letters common to both. I
uietly handed her the answer.
" There you are. Love on both
Why, what on earth 's the matter,
osephine ? "
There was a suspicious noise in he
throat, she had her hands to her eyes
and her cigarette had fallen to th<
floor. Poor jealous Josephine ! It was
that bit about the hair that did it ; sb
is very proud of her hair. I got up in
alarm and went over to her, but her
hands resisted my efforts to remove
them.
" Forgive me, Josephine ! " I whis
pered penitently. " I was a brute, and I
was only teasing you, and there isn't
a Winifred at all, or — or anyone,
didn't mean to ... at least, I did, but
I didn't think you . . . For Heaven's
sake, don't cry /"
At that she looked up indignantlyt
with one eye, however, still hermetically
closed.
" I wasn't crying," she said, " it was
ihe smoke. It — it went the wro;
way. And, anyhow, I knew the
wasn't a Winifred." So she said.
I think I did it rather well.
PET!
[" . . .be there, love ! " " Yes, pet ! ' '—Frag-
nent of conversation accidentally overheard on
he Telephone.]
?ORGIVE my 'phone's unwitting lapse,
Or operator's joke, perhaps,
In wafting me this snippet !
The wires, no doubt, were fused or
crossed,
And tantalizingly was lost
The rest that left your lip, Pet.
3ut on a fairly recent date
It seemed a tea and tete-a-tete
Were topics " on the carpet ; "
)on't be alarmed — I'll play the game—
T didn't catch your caller's name,
And don't know who you are, Pet !
Did walls had ears — in modern use
'hey 've voices, too, which reproduce
Your chatter like a trumpet ;
lavesdropping as I didn't ought,
had to interrupt — I thought
I couldn't well be dumb, Pet.
io have no fear — I know no more
)f what you planned than Adam, or
A Punch-and- Judy's puppet ;
nd at the appointed trysting-place
Much as I 'd like to see your face)
For one, I shan't turn up, Pet.
y wanderjahr is o'er — I roam
o longer now, but stick at home
And emulate the limpet ;
for do I move in circles where
They call one " pet " — I shouldn't care
To clash at all with him, Pet !
jet other " numbers " bill and coo
nd fatuously whisper through : —
" My love, my duck, my poppet ! "
bus'ness with the telephone
s in a far more peevish tone —
There let the matter drop, Pet !
ZIG-ZAG.
JANUARY l. 1913.] PUNCH, OR THE LONDON CHARIVARI.
NEW YEAR RESOLUTIONS.
SHOULD THEY BE MADE TO BE BROKEN? IT 1>UPKSI>S KNT1UI.I.Y ON Till: WlfK CHOICE OP ONI'.'S RESOLUTIONS.
GENERAL SIB THOMAS GOBOEB, PEELING THAT ENGLAND is, LADY THUMPINOTON, DISAPPKOVINO OF THE TENDENCY OF
011 SHOULD BE, FOB THE ENGLISH, RESOLVES TO ABSTAIN FBOM PEOPLE WITH INADEQUATE INCOMES TO PLAY AUC
PATBONIZING EIGHTEEN-PENNY SOHO BESTAUBANTS. TO REFUSE, FOB THE FUTURE, TO PLAY FOB LESS THAN HALF-A-
CBOWN A HUNDRED.
MlSS L.OVALL, TO CURB HER MERCENARY INCLINATIONS, DECIDES AND CAPTAIN KEMPTON RESOLVES TO HAVE A GOOD TIME AKD
THAT DURING 1913 SHE WILL FLIRT WITH ANY NICE-LOOKING MAN, GIVE ONE TO HIS FRIENDS, ENTIRELY DISREGARDING THK PURELY
IRRESPECTIVE OF WHAT HIS INCOME HAPPENS TO BE. PEBSONAL DISCOMFORT OF GETTING. INTO DEBT.
10
PUNCH, OK THE LONDON CHARIVARI.
[JANUARY 1, 1913.
HOPE SPRINGS ETERNAL."
Arclilt. "TBTS is THE LIMIT; I'M GOING." Reggie. "WAIT HALF A JIIT; H3 IIAT BCIW HIMSELF."
THE SONGSHOP.
THE prospectus of the Songshop, an
institution which is shortly to be
opened in the heart of Bloomsbury,
under the aegis of the Songsmiths'
Friendly Society and in close connection
with The Minstrels' Magazine, has just
reached us and calls for immediate and
sympathetic notice.
The advantages of maintaining a
periodical in connection with a Songshop
are convincingly driven home in the
prospectus. In The Minstrels' Magazine
they will recommend the public what
to read ; in the Songshop they will sell
them what they have recommended.
More than that, however, they are
prepared to afford special facilities to
those anxious to study the art of lyrical
expression under the most favourable
conditions. The premises being most
extensive, rooms will be let at a moder-
ate rate to meritorious minstrels. These
will be known as Nests and will be
equipped with all the necessary imple-
ments of inspiration — hammocks to
provide that gentle motion which is so
essential to metrical utterance ; paper
of different vivid colours to fit the
chequered emotions of the singer;
Pierian fountain pens ; spring mat-
tresses for spring poets ; and a constant
supply of light and phosphorescent
refreshment.
The songs of nightingales, larks,
cuckoos, and other birds associated
with poetic stimulus will be reproduced
faithfully on the gramophone.
Tenants of the Nests will not be
under any compulsion to produce a
fixed number of lines every day, but
they will naturally be expected to throw
in their lot with those who are en-
deavouring to enlarge the borders of
true art. 'ihe art of the Songshop will
have nothing to say to sterile formalism,
empty rhetoric, jingling rhymes or flat
heavy blank-verse. Yet the line must
be drawn somewhere ; " formlessness
i is only permissible when it is absolutely
necessaiy," and the Songsmiths "will
uphold a positive distinction between
prose and verse."
Lord AVEBUBY, who, according to
The Sunday Times, is a contributor to
the January number of The Poetry
Review, has permanently engaged one
of the largest Nests, which is built in
the form of a Beehive, where it is ex-
pected that he will shortly make things
IHIIII. The cuisine of the Songshop
will be under his special charge, and he
has already made a metrical list of the
Hundred Best Cooks, headed with the
motto, " The hand that holds the ladle
rules the world." Mr.HEHBERT TRENCH,
the author of the famous Illuminated
Symphony, who has repeatedly been
pronounced by some of the most gifted
press agents to be the greatest living
poet, will be attached to the institution
as Polychromatic Adviser, and Mr.
PARIS SINGEK, Mr. WILKIE BARD, Mrs.
ORMISTON CHANT and Mr. HENRY BIRD
will, it is hoped, form a House Com-
mittee, whose special duty will be to
watch over the warblers and, when
nscessary, extricate them from pre-
carious metrical positions.
"Of course, much of the interest which
invested last Saturday's local Agamemnon
was of a partisan character." — Sporting Mail.
Unfortunately the local Armageddon,
who plays full-back, was absent.
From an Osborne Cadet's examin-
ation paper : —
" Q. Explain the geographical position and
importance of Simla.
".4. Simla is the place where all the no-
torious people of India go when Calcutta gets
too hot for them."
PUNCH, OR THE LONDON CHARIVARI.— JANUARY 1, 1913.
A TANGLED SKEIN.
THE NEW YEAR. "I RAY, AUNT EUROPA, YOU HAVE GOT THIS THING INTO A MUDDLE.
IT 'LL- TAKE US ALL OUR TIME TO GET IT RIGHT."
JANUARY 1, 1913.]
PUNCH, OR THE LONDON CHARIVARI.
13
YEB
Pat (to traveller staying at Irish inn who has rung at 7 a.m. for hot water). "
HONOUR, BUT I HAVE IT HEBE, AN* THE LBMON8 AN1 SUGAR, TOO."
SUBE, 'TIS A THBIFLE EABLY FOB THB HOT WATHEB,
SNAPDRAGON.
LONG ago, long ago in the land of Shan-tung,
When the world was attractive and magic and young,
Mid the mild pterodactyls the Snapdragon slew,
And hia breath was a flame of hot yellow and blue ;
He'd pounce, where they played with their primitive
toys,
Upon fat little raisin-faced Chinaman boy8,
And he 'd swoop with a snap, as they combed out their
curls,
Upon fat little almond-eyed Chinaman girls ;
And in fact he went on in so tiresome a way
That the greatest of Chams became filled with dismay,
And he said, " Lest the Snapdragon guzzle and gorge
Every kid in our kingdom, let 's send for ST. GEORGE ! "
Tlio Saint soon appeared, riding stately and slow,
On a charger as white as the new-driven snow ;
His shield it was silver, his lance tough and strong,
And his two-handed sword most prodigiously long ;
But his face it was gentle and merry and kind,
The best sort of face for a fighter, you '11 find,
And he pulled on his helmet and tightened a strap,
And he cried, "Where's the dragon who calls himself
Snap?"
Then the dragon rushed out and the dust and the din.
Of the combat was carried as far as Pekin,
Till the Saint hammered home his most useful of smacks
And the Snapdragon whimpered, " ST. GEORGE, let 's
have pax i "
" All right," said ST. GEORGE, for he wasn't, you know,
The sort to be hard on a well-hammered foe;
Still, the dragon despondently hung down his head,
Being frightfully sick at the life that he 'd led ;
So the Saint thought a minute and then waved his sword
And the kids who 'd been eaten were safely restored
As jolly as ever; the Snapdragon said
He would live for the future on brown gingerbread
To show he was sorry and, if it would please,
He would come — as a waiter — to holiday teas.
This task he performed with most pious complaisance,
Though he always would hand round the almonds and
raisins,
Which in consequence often appeared in a blaze,
For his breath was blue fire till the end of his days !
And after his death at a hundred-and-three,
When almonds and raisins were served after tea,
In the land of Shan-tung it was proper and right
To call them Snapdragon and serve them alight !
* » * <:• *• * * •
And so, my dears, the fearful Beast
That ravaged once the rosy East
Is now that tastiest of myths
You met last Thursday at the Smiths' ;
Remember that next time you gorge,
And say a grace to good ST. GEORGE 1
1 ' THINGS you SHOULD KNOW.
On December 25th, 10G6, William the Conqueror was drowned."
Glasgow News.
We will remember in future.
"The Xmas holidays will be observed in Kamsey, on Wednesday,
Dec. 25th, and Thursday, Dec. 26th."— Ramsey Courier.
Ramsey is always in every new movement.
14
PUNCH, OR THE LONDON CHAIUVAHI.
[JANUABY 1, 1913.
IN A BALL-ROOM.
" TKI.I, mo all about yourself," he
said. She had known him two minutes,
and he had already told her his life-
history.
"Why should I?" she said, raising
her cyebro\vs.
" I 'm sure it would he so interesting.
Let me see. You are married, you say.
You know I never caught your name.
But how absurd ! You don't look more
than nineteen."
" I hate compliments," she said.
There was a little pause.
" We must have heaps of
mutual friends," he began again
a little feverishly. " Heaps."
" Why?'' she asked.
" You know the Barringtons,
I expect. Yes, I 'm sure you
know the Barringtons. Haven't
I met you there ? "
" I don't think so," she said
thoughtfully. " But then I 'm
always so busy, when I 'm there,
looking at all the papers I don't
get at home, that you may have
been there and I 've never seen
you."
" What on earth do you
mean ? "
" I 'm sure I 've never met you :
in the other room," she went on, '
" because there 's only one chair j
there and that 's always empty
when I go in. You are alluding,
of course, to the two dentists,
the brothers Barrington, aren't
you ? "
" Of: course not," he said
shortly. " I mean the Barring-
tons of Barrington Hall. Arc
there any others ? "
"Dear me, yes," she said.
" Lots."
There was another little pause.
He sighed and made up his
mind to go back to personalities.
" ' Tip-tilted ' was the word I !
wanted for your nose," he said, '
Afterwards, when he was alone, she
came up to him.
" I am sorry I was so disagreeable,"
she said, " when you went on like that
with me. But, you see, I didn't know
you were doing it for a bet. How arc
you getting on ? "
Our Athletic Dumb Friends.
" Wanted— A Confidential Pony to play
polo." — Advt. in " Statesman."
" Parcels are being handed to customers by
Polo Bears, who seem to be alive."
Advt. in "Englishman."
Everybody 's doing it.
" It is to my maternal aunt," I ex-
plained, as I showed it him, "that we
are indebted for this mutual pleasure."
His face did not brighten.
" Either," I continued, " you do not
appreciate what this little box contains,
or yours is one of those inscrutable
expressions which are no true index to
the inner feelings."
1 opened the box and displayed the
Fountain Pen within. If possible lie
became a degree more glum at the
prospect.
" You do not realise," said I, " that
this nib does not suit me."
He frowned quita unmis-
takably.
" Come, come ! " I pressed ;
"do you not see that not only
does this nib not suit me but
also that I am going to afford
you the opportunity of changing
it for me, gratis ? "
The busy half-hour I spent
in that shop has convinced me
• that the gladness of the sta-
tioner is not as the gladness of
other men, or else that his -way
of showing it is most mis-
leading.
' WELL
'BOOK
, OLD BOY, WHAT'S THE PBIZE?"
CALLED — En — SHAKSPEABE. EVEB HEAD IT,
as they walked back to the ball-room.
" You remember I was trying to tell you
how it struck me."
" I 'in sorry if it did that," she said
gently. "But, if anything, it 's slightly
Jewish, really," and she left him with
a nod.
" Now, what is a man to talk of to a
girl like that? "he said, mopping his
forehead.
Then he found his next partner.
" Tell me all about yourself," he said,
as they sat out. " I 'm sure it would
be BO interesting." And then, " Do you
know, we must have heaps of mutual
friends. Heaps." Then he looked up
and caught his last partner's eye. She
smiled it him amicably.
THE MARCH OF
PROGRESS.
I WAS not sorrowful, but only
bored
I By each and all that ever I
adored.
I am not forty-five, but twenty-
three—
You must not think that they
were bored by me.
No, on the contrary, they
fluttered round,
Responsive to the music's
opening sound,
Clasped me delightedly and did
their best,
DAD?" Talked in the intervals and let
me rest.
A JOYFUL OCCASION.
[" Why not instruct us to send one of our
Fountain Pens direct to your friend for his
Christmas present? If the nib does not suit,
any stationer will gladly change it for him,
gratis."— Extract from drccent advertisement.']
"ANY stationer," said my aunt's
letter, so I took the first that came.
"It is too late to wish you a Merry
Christmas," I said to the man behind
the counter, "but I can, at any rate,
wish you a Happy New Year, and that
with some confidence."
" What can I do for you, Sir? " said
he, a little curtly I thought. But then
he did not yet know what happiness 1
had in store for him. I produced the
presentation case.
j Were they less lovely than the week
before ?
I Was the band timeless, adamant the
floor?
Did supper bring some vintage that I
bar,
An old crustacean or a young cigar?
No, everything was exquisite ; but what
Availed the Coney Clutch, the Clydes-
dale Trot ?
I knew the Simian Slide, and they did
not.
"The discoverers suggest a gigantic »7iti-
quity, and some of those who have examined
the fragments think it was older still."
Or even older than that.
JANUARY 1, 1913.]
PUNCH, OR THE LONDON CHARIVARI;
15
Head of the Family (writing to the inventor, after wrestling with " Tlie Best Puzzle of the Century "), " THE LEAFLET ACCOMPANYING
YOOH UNHEALTHY INVENTION STATES THAT A PATENT HAS BEEN APPLIED FOB. YOU HAVE THB PRESENT STATB OF TUB LAW TO
THANK THAT A WARRANT HAS NOT ALSO BEEN APPLIED FOE."
AT THE PLAY.
" THE SLEEPING BEAUTY."
BUT for the scenery, which was
nearly always of an exotic beauty, and
some of the names, which had an Italian
flavour, you would never have guessed
that wo were dealing with Continentals,
so British was the humour, so true to
the traditions of Boxing Night
at the Lane. Yet, if we might
believe the sign -post (in Eng-
lish), it was on the very frontier
of Prance and Switzerland that
the most engaging episode of
the evening occurred, when
Monte Blanco (Mr. GEORGE
GRAVES), who had for eighteen
years been established in this
spot as a scarecrow (on a more
military frontier such an object
would almost certainly havo
attracted suspicion), recovn 1 1
his ducal identity.
It was here, at a rather ad-
vanced hour, that the humour of
the pantomime, hitherto largely
confined to the knockabout
business (in which Messrs.
LUPINO and OWEN are so ex-
cellent), began to invade the
dialogue, or, at any rate, Mr.
GEORGE GRAVES'S share of it. How
much was his own and how much the
authors' I dare not conjecture, but one
is safe in attributing a great deal of its
success to the personality of this de-
lightful actor. It is perhaps regrettable,
by the way, that political and other
pantomimes. Something more might
have been made out of the latest move-
ment of the militant Suffragettes. • I do
trust -that on a future visit I may be
regaled with a Pillar- Box outrage.
The main theme did not strictly fol-
low the lines of TENNYSON'S Daydream.
topical allusions are not the strong j There were two claimants for the hand
feature that they used to be in the old ; of the Sleeping Beauty. One of them
(Auriol) had been betrothed in
his cradle to the Princess in
hers, and therefore had a prior
claim; but the Wicked Fairy
had had him mislaid shortly
after the ceremony. The claim
of the other (Finnykin) was illu-
sory, and would never have been
entertained if the embassy des-
patched to discover the missing
child had been less anxious not
to return empty-handed. He
was a bumpkin of so sylvan a
type that Mr. GRAVES mistook
him for a woodcock. His tastes
lying in a direction more con-
genial to his humble origin, he
shrank from the greatness that
was thrust upon him. Mr.
LUPINO played the part with
a very becoming modesty of
demeanour.
The successful hero, or
Mr. GEORGE GR\VKS (Ditke of Monle Hlancn) conducts his
pri\ati> band.
16
PUNCH, OR THE LONDON CHARIVARI.
[JANUARY 1, 1913.
" Principal Boy," should, by all that is
sacred in tradition, have been a girl,
but actually he was Mr. DOUTIIITT.
Excellent in voice, he looked a little too
stalwart for the part. One expected a
resounding smack when he kissed the
lady out of her sleep ; and a response
on her side —
" 0 lovo, thy kiss would wako the dead ! "
But then one had to remember that his
foster-parents were rustic, and that he
had been brought up as a gardener.
The Princess made a pleasant point of
this, while still ignorant of his lofty
pedigree. "The first lady of the land,"
she said, "married a gardener." An
admirable precedent, and, as we know,
" From yon blue heavens above us bont
The gardener Adam and his wife
Sinilo at the claims of long descent."
I was very sorry indeed for him
when the malevolence of Anarchista,
the Wicked Fairy, turned him into an
appallingly hairy monster. (Was it
the Tatcho of Mr. SIMS, part-author,
that did it ?) Here the pathos and the
grotesqueness of things rubbed a little
against one another. But it brought
love to the test. For it was the loyalty
of the Princess in these trying circum-
stances that secured his restoration.
Such was the pretty rule in Faerie,
where Puck set forth the law that these
restorations can only occur through an
act of human intervention.
The slight and graceful Priiicess
(Misa FLORENCE SMITHSON) lacked
something of the sentimentality of
the 'habitual heroine of pantomime ;
but she got well home to the hearts of
her audience by the refinement of her
singing. The chief honours, how-
ever, went again to little Miss BENEE
MAYEB. She could not be expected
to have voice enough for the part of
Chorus, but there was an instinctive
grace in all her movements, and
whenever she appeared — an unfailing
promise of some good change coming —
she brought with her an exquisite air
of romance.
I feel for Mr. ARTHUR COLLINS, upon
whom the necessity of surpassing him-
self must put a heavy annual strain.
To say that he has done it this time
would be to compromise his past record.
But every year, one seems to detect a
surer feeling for subdued harmonies,
a nicer distaste for resonance and
glare. The dim light on the great
Garden scene was very beautiful, and,
for contrast, the high colours of " The
Blue Lagoon," were proper enough to
the hard brilliance of Lake Geneva—
or whatever it WHS.
As for the fun — vires acqnireteundo;
and the same may be hopefully said of
EOineof the dancing, which needed more
rehearsals ; but meanwhile I carried
away (some time, I fear, before the end,
for I am past the age when even the
best pantomime is an adequate solace
for the loss of both dinner and supper)
a vivid impression of some very on-
trancing pictures, of an amazing smooth-
ness in the work of the scene-shifters,
of the most fascinating of Pucks, the
most genial of humorous Dukes, and
Mr. BARBY LUPINO (Finnykin) in a golfing
suit, as worn on the Franco-Swiss frontier.
the handsomest Wicked Fairy (in the
person of Miss ALICE CHARTRES) that
ever mitigated the charms of Malice by
the beauty of her own. O. S.
" SHOCK-HEADED PETER."
Why it was I do not know, but as
a child I certainly owed nothing to
Stnmnvelpeter. Though we all read it,
our reception of it was mild, and it
was never the family book that, say,
Uncle Remus became. As a result I
could only remember, when I grew up,
that Augustus was a chubby lad, and
that Fidgety Phil couldn't keep still.
So I cannot say whether this children's
play by PHILIP CARR and NIGEL PLAY-
FAIR (as given every afternoon at the
Vaudeville) is calculated to shock the
elect or not. Obviously it does not
shock me. I do not mind at all that
Philip and Augustus and Peter and
Harriet should be made to belong to
one father, when perhaps they weren't
even related in the original version. I
have no feelings about any of them.
What does concern me is that these
four bad children should be played
so delightfully by Messrs. COMPTON-
COUTTS, EDWARD EIGBY, EDMUND
GWENN, and Miss NELLIE BOWMAN,
and that they should have had such a
thoroughly happy and wicked time.
Pleasant too it was to hear again such
childish expressions as " Bags I " and
"Beastly swizzle" — they, at any rate,
owed nothing to the German. (But,
dear Authors, surely we used to say
" Fain I," and not " Fains I," when
we wished to get out of anything un-
pleasant ? That extra "s" gave me
quite a turn.)
The little play is admirably staged.
There is a very sound storm which
carries off Peter on the crook of Harriet's
umbrella, and a realistic burning-up of
Harriet (who played with matches)
which is positively terrifying. Indeed,
it was only the calmness of the children
round me which kept me in my seat
during these calamities.
Shock-Headed Peter is preceded by
some old English singing-games and
dances, performed by children under
the direction of Mr. CECIL SHARP.
These were altogether charming. There
is one particular singing-game called
"The Eoman Soldiers" which took my
fancy entirely. I wonder if I could
introduce it into Bouverie Street.
M.
THOUGHTS ON LOOKING THROUGH A
CHRISTMAS ACCOUNT-BOOK.
JAMES has two lady friends, both near
his heart ;
One is the Muses' handmaid, tall and
slim,
Whose taste is all for letters, music, art
(Concurrently with great respect for
Jim) ;
The other — isn't. Some have called
her vain ;
Nor, to speak truth, does she so much
prefer
Jim's loftier discourse to his lighter
strain.
She 's fond of jewels. Jim is fond of
her.
At Christmas-tide Jim finds, to his
regret,
That jewels such as please a captious
sense
Of beauty cost him dear. But lie can get
Thoughts from Great Thinkers (fawn)
for eighteen-pence.
The which is shameful. But, if you
were he,
(And weren't you ?) pray, what then,
my friend '> De te — !
From an auctioneer's catalogue : —
" 159. — Works of Ciceronis Opera."
The Opera family has always been
extraordinarily productive. Caesaris
Opera was one of the most fruitful.
JANUARY 1, 1913.]
PUNCH, OR THE LONDON CHARIVARI.
17
OUR BOOKING-OFFICE.
(By Mr. Punch's Staff of Learned Clerks.)
Little, Thank You, which Messrs. PUTNAM
publish for Mrs. T. P. O'CONNOR, ia a charming
idyll. It presents a sunny picture of Virginia
;tfiiT the war, but at a period so close to the
epoch-making event that we catch many
glimpses of home life in " ole Virginny." The
hero of the story is a small boy who, after
the occasional manner of his kind, dominates
the domestic circle of whicli he is the centre.
It would be easy to make such an one a per-
sistent bore. Mrs. O'CONNOR handles her
subject so gently and witli such skill that the
reader, inclined at the outset to be repelled, is
conquered, and pays court with the rest. The
characters in the little drama are few, but
without exception are admirably drawn. The
old negro nurse, probably taken from life, is
delightful. Jimps, the dog, is in his way
(squally good. It is the sort of book that is
especially attuned to the Christmas mood.
Those who did not find the opportunity of
reading it in the already passed holiday-time
may take my word for it that its perusal will
brighten the New Year.
One of the most agreeable entertainments
that I have encountered this great while is
The Unbearable Bassington (JOHN LANE). By
now one has, of course, grown to expect verbal
dexterities from Mr. H. H. MUNRO (" SAKI "),
and in the present volume one certainly gets
them, and something more. The book is in
fact a pudding in which the greatest possible
number of plums are held together by the
barest modicum of suet — with the natural
result that, taken in bulk, the mixture may be
found cloying. In small portions, say three
chapters to a meal, you can not only enjoy it
delightedly yourself, but even compel the
appreciation of those to whom you will be
unable to resist reading the choicest bits
aloud. Than this, of which I have made per-
sonal test, there can surely be no greater
tribute to such a book. Only considerations of
space restrain me from quoting its best things
now. There is one chapter that contains
the most brilliant exhibition of conversational
fireworks since The Importance of Being
Earnest. But inevitably they are of different
degrees of sparkle. Not only does one get
Friend (to infantry officer who has bttn trying to pass riding test for promotion).
WELL, PASSED ALL RIGHT, I HOPE?"
No; SPUN, CONFOUND 'EM I THEY BROUGHT THE WRONG HORSE."
the rather mechanical humour which describes a man's and the odds and ends of people who are involved i
beard as "lending a certain dignity to his appearance affairs. The hapless Tow Garry, who married her, is less
— a loan which the rest of his features were continually convincing, being a trifle too stagnant for a young Guards-
repudiating," but on the same page we read, "One should man; but he is a good enough background for the finely-
ahvays speak guardedly of the Opposition leaders; one never
knows what a turn in the situation may do for them,"
with the added remark, in reply to obvious comment, " I
mean they may one day lead the opposition." This seems
to mo the genuine article; and, if you like it, and ever so
shaded picture of his wife. As so often happens in real life,
one thing after another occurred in their existence; and
again, as so often happens in real life, these incidents were
just incidents and led up to no particular crisis or denoue-
ment. They were interesting in themselves, severally and
much more that at its worst is always smart and at its best apart, and in the telling of them the author, as shrewd and
'11 L\ .. ~\ ' i 1 rm T-T i 111-1
witty, you will find with me The Unbearable Bassington
very beai able indeed.
There can be no question about it, Mrs. HENKY DE LA
PASTURE (Lady CLIFFORD) has made a very delicate and
telling study of her Erica and the down-trodden Lady Clow,
observant as ever, finds many an opportunity of expounding
her simple and genial, philosophy. Meanwhile, Tom Garry
bore with his wife very patiently for a while, lost his
illusions of her one by one, and ultimately died before the
birth of his son. And there you have Erica (SMITH ELDEB).
There are those, and I am one, who look for a plot in a
18
PUNCH, OR THE LONDON CHARtVASl.^JJ^** l> 1913-
novel Something momentous must happen, be it the and here and there, t
expected to fulfil our hopes and fears, or the unexpected to his t:
surprise us. The only critical event in Erica's career is the importance to mere tn
LLution of her engagement to Christoptor Thorverton, is a general liveliness i
.od that » prior to the period of this history. Thus when , very readable b.U, I
the writer has taken
too great an
of that, however, there
in the narrative which makes his book
am bound to say that that part of
ho discusses the ethics of the sport
with the " A'o/c :— The Author hopes m a later volume to
give the further history of Erica and her son," and it is
possible that I shall not read that later volume, unless I
liave reason to believe that it will excite my emotional as
well as my intellectual approval.
a very convincing piece of work. To say, as he does, that
" it is very questionable whether animals experience pain,"
is an absurd and mischievous piece of overstatement, which
would justify a demand for the repeal of the laws directed
a«ainst cruelty to animals. I must not conclude without
montionint.' a memoir of W. E. CUKBEY, the founder of the
pack, delightfully written by Professor HENRY JACKSON.
Elsewhere will be found some anecdotes of Mr. EOWLAND
"
To read RALPH CONNOR on Western Canada and the
heroic routine of that fine service of the North- West ^™ ,.-„.-..— ~
Mounted Police is to feel young and adventurous and HUNT, M.P. ; (then nicknamed " Mother ) which shosv
imperial-at too small a price. The author has a flair that he did not always wear that air of Boadicean graviU
for all that is keen and clean and strong in football or love which now marks him in the House of Commons.
or war, and a deep and
simple religious faith
and feeling underlie his
outlook upon life. Cor-
poral Co»terore(HoDDER
AND STOUGHTON) was a
Scottish International
half, who lost a certain
match through dilut-
ing his training with
whisky, and was com-
ing to no good in the
Old Country. He finds
"a man's work" — "rid-
ing on a horse and
ordering people about "
(as young Reggie Ken-
nion defines it in The
Younger Generation) —
in the Mounted Police
after some tough and
toughening experience
on a ' farm and in a
survey gang. Haven,
the whisky-runner and
horse-thief, is a rare spe-
cimen of the hero-black-
guard, and Cameron's
' three encounters with him make a stout yarn. The police are
1 the finest of fine fellows, a breed of demigods — five hundred
of them effectively patrolling the frontiers of an Empire.
The time is in the eighties, just before the Indian Eebellion
in Western Canada. I should like to have had more of
the hero's Scotch friends, who are introduced with some
circumstance and incontinently and unwisely abandoned — •
Dunn, the Scotch International captain ; Mr. Roe, the
lawyer with the disconcerting smile ; Miss Brodie, and
Cameron's sister Moira, bonnie lassies both.
Superannuated Tragedian (after forcing the car to -pull up). " PERMIT MB, Sm,
TO INDULGE FOB A FEW BRIEF MOMENTS IN A JOY I HAVE NOT EXPERIENCED SINCE
MY LAST STARRING TOUR IN 1893."
The only complaint
I have to make against
The Happy Warrior
(ALSTON KIVEHS) is
that Pcrcival, its hero,
ought to have been
born before page 93.
Indeed, I had good
reason to think that
Mr. A. S. M. HUTCHIN-
SON, whose first novel,
Once Aboard theLugger,
was such an unquali-
fied success, intended
to waste his talent
upon a psychological
study of a vulgar wo-
man, but now I know
that even if he makes
a false start he is only
getting up steam "for
sorriething absolutely
fresh and original. The
plot of this story
(breathless after page
93) is very slight, for,
although the vulgir
woman thinks that she is a peeress, and contrives a great
future for her amiable but effeminate son, the reader knows
In Tfui Trinity Foot Beagles (ARNOLD), Mr. F. C. KEMP-
SON has compiled a history of the well-known pack which,
under the management of undergraduates, has for more
than fifty years hunted hares over the heavy soil of Cam-
bridgeshire. Mr. KEMPSON is, I gather, a parson of the
sporting sort, and he declares himself to be an " hereditary
Barbarian," meaning that he is devoted to field sports as
opposed to games, which are pursued, he says, by Philis-
tines. But Mr. KEMPSON, I further gather, has been a
rowing man, and he is therefore in the supreme position of
being both a Barbarian and a Philistine. The book is put
together, if I may say so, in a somewhat disconnected way ;
Not, however, until the
end of the book is Percival aware of his rank, and by
that the hero is really the peer.
that time he has formed a warm affection for the pseudo-
peer, and has also " made things hum." Chafing undei
the restraints of village life he joined a kind of travelling
show, and while living this roving existence he won tho most
glorious fight. "One of the real one's, one of the clean
breds, one of the true-blues, one of the all-rights, one of the
get-there, stop-there, win-there — one o' the picked" — is the
description given to Percival, and I am very content to
leave him at that. To those who are prepared to overlook
the author's false start (I am sorry to be so insistent about
that, but I resent those initial pages) and to step off the
soundly beaten track of commonplace fiction, I most warmK
recommend Mr. HUTCHINSON and his Happy Warrior.
" The second portion of the Rue Edouard VII. will be in the forn
of an arcade, occupied by bishops of the best class." — Londcti lii.dijc'.
It is possible to overdo a good idea. We would urge tha
a sprinkling of rural deans and an archdeacon or two of the
second class would -show up the bishops better.
JANTAKY 8, 1913.]
PUNCH, OR THE LONDON CHARIVARI.
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CHARIVARIA.
No ono, wo fancy, was surprised,
though many were pained, to lioar that,
Mr. hi.ovii (ii:oiu;K was ronfiuod tlio
otliorday to his house by doctor's orders.
The WAR MINISTER is said to have
advised tlio CHANCELLOR not to worry
about tlio paucity of doctors for his In-
suraiico scheme. ]fo pointed out that
the Territorials, in spite of a lack of num-
bers, are an enormous official success.
:;: :|:
Soutbend Council has decided to ex-
tend the season next year
from Easter to the middle of
October. Why not carry it
on till Christmas and so
make sure of some summer
weather? + ^
*
At Folkestone last week,
there was what is described
as a slight earthquake shock.
Although it is now supposed
to have been caused by a
passing motor omnibus this
will not prevent the district
fronn describing itself in future
as an English .Riviera.
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When the French liner
Touraine arrived at New York
last week, ex-President
CAST BO of Venezuela was
removed by an immigration
officer, and taken to the
detention pen at Ellis Island.
The EX - PRESIDENT showed
some indignation at finding
that the pen was mightier
than the sword.
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Nearly 600' English wild
song - birds are being des-
patched to British Columbia.
We understand that on their
arrival, before being dispersed,
they will give a grand massed
concert at a Victoria music-hall.
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We give the story for what it is
worth. It is said that a sub-editor of
Thf, Pali Mall. Gazette recently sub-
be called upon to cease giving to
the objects of their adoration worked
Clippers and smoking caps, which have
an undoubted tendency to encourage a
love of ease and luxury.
A contemporary is advising its
readers, when advertising for servants,
to mention what attractions they have
to offer. The newly-married couple
who are able to announce that their
glass and china is absolutely new and
has never been broken before should
be able to secure the pick of the
market.
The following notice appears in the
hall of a MiiiTon hotel : — "The Turkey
Trot and Allied Dances are prohibited
in this Hotel." It was no doubt it,
order to avoid hurting Ottoman suscep-
tibilities that the dance? of the Allies
were included in the ban.
The Ideal School.
"BuxroN COLLEGE.
Next term commences on Tuesday, Sept-
ember 17th."— Add. in " Yorkshire I'ost."
Miniature Liveried Official. " 'ERE I 'oo YJSB GLAIRIN' AT ?
YEH NEVER SEES NONE OP US COUIHSSIOyAIRBS BETOBB?"
It is sometimes a little difficult to
know how to pass the long Winter
evenings. We strongly recommend as
a pass-time an attempt to solve some
of the advertisements in our news-
mitted to an examination at the hands i papers. For example, among its
of a phrenologist. " Marvellous head-
linos!" reported the Professor.
" No Dictation ! '''"cried The P. M. G.
" Hooray ! " shouted Tommy, whose
weak point is spelling.
The Bishop of CARLISLE, in his Nrw
^ car pastoral, has been inveighing
against such of the clergy as " seem
afflicted with incurable indolence." If
matters do not mend in this respect it
is thought that the spinsters of England
Situations Wanted" we find the fol-
lowing in The Daily News : —
MISDEB.— Whfa., Bate, Pits., J-tn., Bk.,
\Vk., Com., qk., exp., rel., ex. rcfs.
In this instance our guess at the truth
would be that the advertiser is
willing to look after whiffs (i.e. to
keep cigars from going out), babies,
plaintiffs, half - tons, bankrupts, work-
men, commissionaires, quacks, ex-
presidents, relatives, excise-men, and
referees (the last presumably on Paris
football-grounds).
" Biblical students know about Knha-
kore," says The Glasgow Herald With
some truth — though person-
ally we had to refresh our
memory with the Encyclo-
pedia. The Glasgow Evening
Times, however, reproduces
the statement as " Bibulous
students know about Enlui-
j kore." We may expect, then,
! to hear something more about
it on Boat-Race Night.
" The toast was drunk with
enthusiasm, after which Mr. J. V.
Simpson sang ' Bannie wee thing,'
while the Piper played ' My love '•
but a lassio yet." — Madras Mail.
Mr. SIMPSON evidently
thought that the Piper was
playing " Bonnie wee thing."
J. H. TAYLOR, in an article
entitled " Golf at Rome " :
" A golfer cannot look upon the
features of the dying gladiator,
immortalised in the famous statue,
and think of the magnificent
courage and splendid devotion to
his Emperor that brought him to
his untimely end, without it being
impressed upon his mind that the
descendants of such men must
possess all the characteristics that
go to make a successful player."
Neies of the World.
Nor can a player at Stoke
Poges meditate upon the
wonderful flow of language
revealed in the Elegy in a
Country Churchyard " with-
out it being impressed upon his mind "
that GRAY would have known what to
say had he ever topped into the pond.
Then and Now.
THE damosels of long ago
Were ever nice when they said " No " ;
They hinted, in their honied way.
At other flowers as sweet as they,
And proffered to the blighted swain
A sister's love to ease his pain.
But things have changed in this respect,
And modern maids, when they reject,
Just give their heads the tiniest toss
And tersely snap " Abso. imposs."
" BACUP SENSATION.
POLICEMAN NOT GUILTY OF SHOPBREAKINO."
Is this so unusual at Bacup ?
V.U.. C'XUV.
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PUNCH, OK THE LONDON CHARIVAEL
[.JANUARY 8.
THE PREMIER AND THE BIRD.
Bom on :i si.ft \Vint.-r: « ith :u-knmv-
ledgincnU to his friend, Mr. W. BEACH
THOMAS.]
Now any morning you may hear,
Before the pinks of dawn appear,
\Vlirre on the sombre boughs they sit,
Mavis and robin, wivn and tit,
Piping their introductory bars
"Without respect of calendars ;
And, what is worse, without regard
To the convenience of the bard,
Caught napping in the New Year's
prime
All unprepared with vernal rhyme.
These hints, which early birds convey,
That this is now the month of May
Are of a rudimentary kind,
Appealing to the common mind.
But there are other marks, not missed
By the accomplished ruralist —
More subtle signs, half hidden from us,
That don't escape my friend, BEACH
THOMAS.
Thus, in his rambles round the place,
His beady orbs have marked a brace
Of slugs — a most unusual thing —
Strolling about as though 'twere Spring;
Also a snail (he noticed that)
Taking the air without its hat.
Likewise of flowers he makes report
Citing the more precocious sort.
With piercing glance he clapped his eye
on
The undefeated Dandelion,
Fool's Parsley, nauseous to the nose,
Dead Nettle and the rathe Primrose.
By wooded walks and hedgerow ways he
Chatted with Kex and modest Daisy,
With Shepherd's Purse and Periwinkle
And Canterbury Bells a-tinkle.
And, quoting WORDSWORTH, line by line,
Lunched with the Lesser Celandine.
Further he saw a roomy nest,
Fruit of a gay cock-sparrow's zest,
Built for his young fiancee's use ;
And, should the Winter keep its truce,
Our THOMAS, in a week or so,
Should hail the swallow's Northwarc
Ho!
And in his note-book scribble, " Hark
I hear the cuckoo's opening bark ! "
Alas for faith that meets the shock
Of disillusion's nasty knock,
Of frosts that blight the ardent blood
And a sad nipping in the bud !
Yet how can simple bird or plant
Help making these mistakes? The
can't.
Innocent little dears, that lack
A knowledge of the Almanack,
And think that, like last Summe
(shame ! )
Winter is gone before it came.
And even minds of older make
Sometimes commit a like mistake — -
SQUITH, for instance, though, you'd
say,
He ought by now to know his way
\bout the circling seasons' schedule
And have it perfect in his head, you'll
Mud that he holds the strange impres-
sion
That this is still an Autumn session!
Ye who would have your top-notes clear
When April's actual self is here,
Don't, in the depth of Winter, sing
?he airs of Autumn or of Spring !
shun the unseasonable strain,
And spare your throats ; nor, like those
twain,
?he Songster and the Man of State,
~gnore the need to hibernate 1
But, if you still insist on humming
[Wes of a day long dead or coming ;
i you decline to take a rest
And must get something off your chest ;
["hen, of the two types, both absurd —
tatesman or tomtit — play the bird !
O. S.
BLANCHE'S LETTERS.
NEW YEAR'S NEWS.
West Boggleshire Manor.
DEAREST DAPHNE, — Here, at Bosh
and Wee-Wee's, we've been having a
ovely time out with the West Boggle-
shire— positively the one and only
motor-hunt ! We all follow in motors,
and the quarry is a motor-fox 1 Bosh,
who 's Master, is naturally very proud
of it. He says it was the only way
out of the difficulties made by those
absurd farmer-people, with their com-
plaints about their silly poultry being
laten. Our motor-fox gives us simply
glorious runs, and then when hounds
oreak him up he can quite easily be put
together again. If anyone earns the
brush it 's just unhooked and handed
to him (or her), and then it's hooked
on again. By next season Bosh says
perhaps he'll have a pack of motor-
hounds as well.
If we were men, dearest, I "d say,
"Hats off to Lady Manocuvrerl" for
really and truly she is a clever woman,
et ellc connait soil monde as well as any
of us, and better than most. This is
a preface to the news that one of the
twins is actually — but wait !
Marigold and Bluebell, as you know,
what with their height, their twin-
hood, their constant rushing round and
chattering about nothing, their ever-
lasting, " Oh, isn't it absolutely top-
hole ! " and their mother's strenuous
efforts on their behalf, have been, foi
quite several years now, a sort o
double landmark, poor dear things
(It was Norty who first called them
Reculvers.) Well, last July, when every
body left town, the Manoeuvrers wen
,o rusticate in some remote spot, and
nothing more was heard of them till
one began to meet them again in the
autumn at country houses. And then,
n y dear, one noticed a change. Mari-
gold, it appeared, had retired from
msiness and made over her share of
he joint stock-in-trade, the high spirits,
rushing round, chatteringabout nothing,
ind " Oh, isn't it absolutely top-hole ! "
o Bluebell. She was quiet, silent, jin':-
>ccup6e, wore a diamond marquise on
ler left third, and a dreamy, always-
hinking-of-/i/w expression on her face.
There she sat, twirling her ring and
smiling to herself. And several men
vho before had scarcely seemed aware
her existence became quite t-pris of
ler in this altered state of things, and
;nade immense efforts to get her to
alk and laugh as she used ; but they
were answered either at random or not
,t all.
Of course Marigold was asked about
ler engagement, but all she would ever
>ay was, " We 're going to keep our
ittle romance quite to ourselves. We
don't want it spoiled by being an-
nounced in the papers and gossiped to
•ags by all of you. He :s gone back to
lis duties in India and he '11 be coming
lome by-and-by, and that 's all you 're
any of you going to know ! "
Of those who fancied the idea of cut-
jngout this absent hero of romance, the
shief was the Duke of Derwent, whom
;he Mancauvrers gave up in despair ages
ago. Derwent, who never yet wanted
anything unless it belonged to some-
body else, was quite in the first flight
of Marigold's new-found soupirants and
jy degrees became utterly and entirely
set upon eclipsing the Absent One.
The more Marigold wouldn't pay any
attention to what he said and the more
she sat in corners twirling her ring and
dreaming, the more Derwent persisted,
iill at last, when they were both at the
Dunstables' with a large party, he
succeeded in persuading her to forget
" the other fellow " and elope.
They went to town, and were married
" on the 20th of December, suddenly, at
the Eegistrar's," as Norty put it. Of
course, when the knot was fast tied,
Derwent was sorry. But there was
still a drop of sweetness in his cup.
" How long will it be before that other
fellow knows you 've shunted him and
found someone you like better?" he
asked with a chuckle when the 'moon
was about a week old. His new duchess
flung her arms round his neck. " Oh,
Bobby darling," she yelled, for all and
more than all her old high spirits had
come back, " you 're the only man in
the world for me. There 's no ' other
fellow,' and there never was ! It was
Mamma's idea that one of us should
PUNCH, OB THE LONDON CHARIVARI.— JANUARY 8, 1913.
TUEKEY IN WONDERLAND.
TURKEY (observing fabulous Phoenix rising from its ashes). " THAT 'S A TRICK EVERY BIRD
OUGHT TO KNOW. WONDER IF I'M TOO OLD TO LEARN IT."
JANUARY 8, 1913.]
PUNCH, OR THE LONDON CHARIVARI..
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THE PSYCHOLOGICAL MOMENT.
Growler (to distressed liarrier). "KEB, SIB?"
seem to be engaged, and we drew lots,
and it fell to me ; and Mamma bought
that ring and coached me up in the
part; and didn't 1 do it well? Oh,
Bobby darling, wasn't it absolutely
top-hole ! "
Talking of runaway marriages,
there 's quite a small slump just now
in regular, conventional, white satin
and orange - blossom functions — St.
Agatha's and half-a-dozen bishops,
church crowded, everybody there — and
people are taking to sneaking off to
some weird church in the City or the
suburbs and being married without a
sound. The Oldlands went to town
last week for the wedding of Veronica,
the eldest girl — quite a nice match, with
everyone's approval. The afternoon
before the marriage-day, when every-
body in town was at Oldlands House
for the " Wedding Present Tea," in
walked to-morrow's bride and groom
in travelling kit. " Awfully sorry,
people," said Veronica, "that you've
all been asked I.O the show to-morrow,
because there won't be one! Teddy
and 1 were married this morning at
St. Hildred's, Islington, and we 're off
now f.o Friesenberg for the ski-ing."
Oh, my dearest and best, such a
simply horrid thing has happened here !
I 'm afraid '13 will be a most odious
year for your poor Blanche ! On New
Year's Eve we were all enormously
careful about the proper observances —
13 being such a sinister number. Bosh
said he 'd tried to get some hunchbacks
to meet us, but all the hunchbacks were
engaged ages ago for the New Year!
Josiah, who 's abroad on business, sent
me a wire during the evening with such
stodgy, Victorian wishes for the New
Year that we all quite shrieked over it.
As midnight approached we looked
about for our First Foot. The darkest
man in the party was a Col. Briggs,
whom Bosh and Wee- Wee met abroad
somewhere last year. He had black
hair and moustaches. He didn't seem
enthusiastic about the job, but at five
minutes to twelve we sent him out at a
side door, and the front door was set
open to let in the New Year and the
First Foot. Then we danced the St.
Sylvester's waltz, with the dear old
custom of one's partner saluting one
as midnight begins to strike. Someone
said the salute should be given at the
first stroke of midnight, and someone
else said it should be given at the last
stroke. Norty said they 'd better make
sure of being right by giving it at each
stroke ! And so we danced, and mid-
night struck, and the bells of West
Boggleshire church rang out, and the
Briggs man came in, and we all wished
each other everything nice.
Next day, when some of us were
chatting it over, someone said suddenly,
" I wonder if the Briggs man is really
dark ! " " But what a hideous thought ! "
I cried. And then a sort of panic
seized us. Piggy de Laoey suggested,
" I might get my fellow to ask his man.
But it wouldn't be quite cricket,
would it ? " " Never mind that," we
all gasped; "our happiness, our very
lives depend upon it. Go, best of
Piggies, and find out." And Piggy
went. Presently he came back. He
looked at us with a composite sort of
expression on his face. "Well?" we
all asked in chorus. " Well," said
Piggy, " I got my fellow to ask his
man." " Well," we shrieked, " and
what did he say ? " Piggy looked round
at us all again. " He said, ' Before the
Colonel's 'air turned grey it was red ! ' '
Ever thine, BLANCHE.
PUNCH, OR THE LONDON CHARIVARI.
[JANUARY 8, 1913.
MORE SUCCESSFUL LIVES.
VII.— Tin: ADVKXTVRER.
LIONEL NORWOOD, from his earliest
days, had been marked out for a life
of crime. When quite a child he was
discovered by his nurse killing flies on
the window-pane. This was before the
character of the house-fly had become
a matter of common talk among
scientists, and Lionel (like all great
men, a little before his time) had
pleaded hygiene in vain. He was
smacked hastily and bundled off to a
preparatory school, where his aptitude
for smuggling sweets would have lost
him many a half-holiday had not his
services been required at outside-left
in the hockey eleven. With some
difficulty he managed to pass into
Eton, and three years later — with, one
would imagine, still more difficulty —
managed to get superannuated. At Cam-
bridge he went down-hill rapidly. He
would think nothing of smoking a cigar
in academical costume, and on at least
one occasion he drove a dogcart on
Sunday. No wonder that he was re-
quested, early in his second year, to give
up his struggle with the Little-go and
betake himself back to London.
London is always glad to welcome
such people as Lionel Norwood. In no
other city is it so simple for a man of
easy conscience to earn a living by his
wits. If Lionel ever had any scruples
(which, after a perusal of the above
account of his early days, it may be
permitted one to doubt) they were re-
moved by an accident to his solicitor,
who was run over in the Argentine on
the very day that he arrived there with
what was left of Lionel's money. Ee-
duced suddenly to poverty, Norwood
had no choice but to enter upon a
life of crime.
Except, perhaps, that he used
slightly less hair-oil than most, he
seemed just the ordinary man about
town as he sat in his dressing-gown
one fine summer morning and smoked
a cigarette. His rooms were furnished
quietly and in the best of taste. No
signs of his nefarious profession showed
themselves to the casual visitor. The
appealing letters from the Princess
whom he was blackmailing, the wire
apparatus which shot the two of spades
down his sleeve during the coon-can
nights at the club, the thimble and pea
with which he had performed the three-
card trick so successfully at Epsom last
week— all these were hidden away from
the common gaze. It was a young
gentleman of fashion who lounged in
his chair and toyed with a priceless
straight-cut.
There was a tap at the door, and
Master?, his confidential valet, came in.
' have
y»
" Well," said Lionel,
looked through the post ? "
" Yes, Sir," said the man. " There
the usual cheque from Her Highnes
a request for more time from the lad
in Tite Street with twopence to pay o
the envelope, and banknotes from th
Professor as expected. Tlio youn
gentleman of Hill Street has gon
abroad suddenly, Sir."
" Ah ! " said Lionel, with a sudde
frown. " I suppose you "d better cros
him off our list, Masters."
" Yes, Sir. I had ventured to do so
Sir. I think that 's all, except that Mi
Snooks is glad to accept your kin<
invitation to dinner and bridge to-nighl
Will you Wear the hair-spring coat, Sir
or the metal clip 1 "
Lionel made no answer. He sa
plunged in thought. When he spoki
it was about another matter.
" Masters," he said, " I have foum
out Lord Fairlie's secret at last. ".
shall go to see him. this afternoon."
" Yes, Sir. Will you wear your
revolver, Sir, as it 's a first call ? "
" I think so. If this comes off
Masters, it will make our fortune."
" I hope so, I 'm sure, Sir." Masters
placed the whisky within reach anc
left the room silently.
Alone, Lionel picked up his paper
and turned to the Agony Column.
As everybody knows, the Agony
Column of a daily paper is not actually
so domestic as it seems. When
" MOTHER " apparently says to " FLOSS,"
" Come homo at once. Father gone
away for week. Bert and Sid longing
to see you," what is really happening
is that Barney Hoker is telling Jud
Batson to meet him outside the Duke
of Westminster's little place at 3 A.M.
precisely on Tuesday morning, not
forgetting to bring his jemmy and a
dark lantern with him. And FLOSS'S
announcement next day, " Coming
home with George," is Jud's way of
saying that he will turn up all right,
and half thinks of bringing his auto-
matic pistol with him too, in case of
accidents.
In this language — which, of course,
takes some little learning — Lionel
Norwood had long been an expert.
The advertisement which he was now
reading was unusually elaborate :
"Lost, in a taxi between Baker
Street and Shepherd's Bush, a gold-
mounted umbrella with initials ' J. P.'
on it. If Ellen will return to her father
immediately all will be forgiven. White
spot on foreleg. Mother very anxious
and desires to return thanks for kind
enquiries. Answers to the name of
Ponto. Bis dat qiti cito dat."
What did it mean? For Lionel it
had no secrets. He was reading the
revelation by one of his agents of th
skeleton in Lord Fairlie's cupboard !
Lord Fairlie was one of the mos
distinguished members of the Cabinet
His vein of high seriousness, hi
lofty demeanour, the sincerity of hi
manner endeared him not only to 1m
own party, but even (astounding as i
may seem) to a few high-minded men
upon the other side, who admitted
in moments of expansion which thej
probably regretted afterwards, that hi
might, after all, be as devoted to his
country as they were. For years now
his life had been without blemish. I
was impossible to believe that even in
his youth he could have sown anj
wild oats ; terrible to think that these
wild oats might now be coming home
to roost.
"What do you require of me?" he
said courteously to Lionel, as the lattei
was shown into his study.
Lionel went to the point at onco.
" I am here, my lord," he snid, " 011
Business. In the course of my ordinary
avocations" — the parliamentary at-
iiospbere seemed to be affecting his
anguage — "I ascertained a certain
secret in your past life which, if it were
•evealed, might conceivably have a not
undamaging effect upon your career.
?or my silence in this matter I must
demandasum of fifty thousand pounds."
Lord Fairlie had grown paler and
jaler as this speech proceeded.
"What have you discovered?" he
vhispered. Alas ! he knew only too
well what the damning answer would be.
" Twenty years ago," said Lionel,
you wrote a humorous book."
Lord Fairlie gave a strangled cry.
lis keen mind recognised in a flash what
hold this knowledge would give his
nemies. Shafts of Folly, his book
ad been called. Already he saw the
sading articles of the future : —
" We confess ourselves somewhat at
loss to know whether Lord Fairlie's
peech at Plymouth yesterday was
ntended as a supplement to his earlier
ork, Shafts of Folly, or as a serious
ffering to a nation impatient of levity
n such a crisis. . . ."
" The Cabinet's jester, in whom
wenty years ago the country lost an
xcellent clown without gaining a states-
nan, was in great form last night. . . ."
'Lord Fairlie has amused us in the
ast with his clever little parodies ; he
lay amuse us in the future ; but as a
tatesman we can only view him with
isgust. ..."
" Well ? " said Lionel at last. " I
link your lordship is wise enough to
ndersland. The discovery of a sense of
umour in a man of your eminence "
But Lord Fairlie was already writing
ut the cheque. A. A. M.
JANUABY 8, 1913.]
PUNCH, OR THE LONDON CHARIVARI.
HouseJiolder (au-aTitnetl) . "\VHAT THE
OH, LORD! ANOTHER CHRISTMAS-BOX,
THE WINTER
MY wife, my Oxford son, my daughters three
(Named Mary, Ralph, Iseult, Elaine and Nesta)
Have flown off to the Engadine to ski
And skate and risk their limbs upon the Cresta,
Their view of life, so far as I can see,
Being to make it one continual fcsta ;
While I, the patient drudge in duty's mill,
Remain in town and drive the daily quill.
Think not, however, that I mean to " make
A song about it," piteously appealing
For sympathy because my children take
Their walks abroad while I remain at Ealing ;
I haven't got a " travel-thirst " to slake ;
Davos no more attracts mo than Darjeeling ;
I loathe the cold ; hotels are uninviting ;
And, lastly, London 's hugely more exciting.
There 's not a crossing but some taxi-cab
May start you running for your life and floor you.
There 's not a 'bus but women tiy to jab
Their horrid hatpins in your face and gore you ;
The skies, I own, are dull, the outlook drab,
But here the human beings never bore you,
With militants who war on all in trousers,
And Letts who run amok with murderous Mausers.
Hero not a week can pass completely by
Without a missive from some moneyleaders
Offering me untold gold — 1 know not why ;
I just return it stainpless to the senders ;
SPORTSMAN.
Wine-merchants for my custom daily vie
With cider-makers or with whisky-blenders,
As keen about replenishing my cellars
As if I were the best of ROCKEFELLEKS.
Then as for games, why should I search for sport
In the vicinity of Chiavenna,
When I can to the gallery resort
And see Tartaric Tim give " Shawn " Gehenna,
Or hear the Taffies truculently snort
Defiance at the maladroit McKENNA,
Or watch the daily cranial distension
Of Ministers whose names I need not mention ?
Moreover, here, and here alone, one knows
The joy of tasting Mr. GARVIN'S leaders,
Fresh and red-hot, as forth the lava flows
And scarifies all Unionist seceders,
Or proves the triumph that awaits our foes
If we become a nation of free-feeders.
(They get them two days later up at Sils,
But there they miss his name upon the bills.)
You '11 say the grapes are sour. Perhaps they are.
The point is personal and matters little.
I only know that Switzerland is far ;
That bobsleighs seem to me extremely kittle ;
That falls, on ski or skates, the system jar,
And bones, when men are elderly, grow brittle ;
And, if I must take part in a gymkhana,
Let it be held in London, not Montana.
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PUNCH, OR THE LONDON CHARIVARI.
[JANUARY 8, 1913.
THE PARTY.
" WHAT," I said, " is this rumour about a party ? "
" Rumour ? " said Francesca. " I liave hoard no rumours.
And, if it comes to that, what is a rumour? "
'• A rumour," I said, "is evidently something which you
know you have not heard. It therefore follows that if you
heard it you would recognise it, and, that being so, you
must know what it is, for otherwise "
" For otherwise," she said, " I should know what I don't
know, and I should not be expected to wait here half the
morning in order to answer idle questions."
" Since the word ' rumour ' gives you pain," I said, " I
will withdraw it, expressing at the same time my most
sincere regret at having said anything which might "
(Loud cheers, in which the conclusion of the hon. member's
sentence was lost). "But what," I added, " is all this about
a party ? "
" A party ? " she said. " Who has said anything about a
party ? What can you mean ? "
" Francesca," I said with determination, " I will be plain
with you "
"No, no," she interrupted, "not that. But, after all,
why should I complain ? Good looks are nothing."
" Good looks," I said, " are better than a ribald tongue."
" But some people," she said, " have got both, and that
must be splendid for them."
" Evasions," I said, " will not help you. What is all this
about a party on Saturday next ? "
" Oh, J/iaV-said Francesca. " If that 's what you mean,
why couldn't you say it before ? "
" Apparently," I said, " that is what I mean ; and I have
been saying it over and over again since I began."
" You should guard," she said, " against repetition. It
is wearisome and unnecessary."
"What is the nature," I said, "of next Saturday's party?"
" Its nature is that it isn't really a party at all. If I
said it was I have deceived you. It is a children's dance."
" But a children's dance," I urged, " is a party. It has
all the qualities that distinguish a party. It causes
inconvenience. It gives no enjoyment."
" You couldn't persuade the children of that. Tell them
it's not to come off, and see what they say."
" Poor dears," I said, " they are ignorant. It would be
useless to appeal to them. But, if they enjoy it, why are
they so solemn and silent ? Tell me that."
" Oh ! that 's only at first," said Francesca. " If you
come into this room after they 've been at it half-an-hour
you '11 find them enjoying it all right."
" Into this room ? " I said. "Francesca, you are forgetting
yourself. This is my room."
" Of course it is ; and it 's the largest room in the house,
and much the best for dancing ; and you 're going to lend it
to us for that day, like a generous true-hearted British
father."
" And," I said, " all the furniture will be taken out and
all my papers will be disturbed and lost, and the carpet
will be removed, and the books will be put into the shelves
in their wrong places. Is this what you propose ? "
" Something like that," she said, " will probably happen.
You wouldn't have them dance in all this litter."
" I wouldn't have them dance at all," I said. " Francesca,
I forbid the moving of my writing-table."
" The writing-table," she said, " will be the first to go.
But you talk as if you 'd heard of all this for the first time."
" And that," I said, " is the solemn truth. No man in
England is less easily surprised than — me or I ; which is it,
Francesca ? "
" And," she said, " you don't even know your grammar.
To think that an ungrammatical man should dream of
stopping a children's dance."
" I will circumvent the grammar," I said. " I am the
least easily surprised man in England, but to-day, I own,
you have startled me. Not one word of this dance have I
ever heard whispered or "
" No," she said, " you haven't. Every day for the past
three weeks I 've shouted it at you."
" Your gentle nature would never permit you to shout,"
I said. " But I do remember that some time ago you said
quite casually that it would be a nice thing for the children
to have a dance."
" There you are," said Francesca ; " didn't I say so ? "
" And I replied that this modern craze —
" I know perfectly well what you replied. It did you no
credit and you mustn't say it again."
" And from that moment," I went on, " you have, I
suppose, been stealthily planning this dance. And Muriel
and Nina and Alice were in the conspiracy, of course. But
what of Frederick, my little five-year-old barbarian ? How
did you secure his silence ? Surely he cannot approve of
dancing?"
"The barbarian mind," she said, "is susceptible to the
promise of ices. He believes that on Saturday a world
entirely composed of ices is to be at his disposal. You
had better resign yourself to the dance."
"Francesca," I said, "something dreadful ought to happen
to you."
" Something dreadful," she said, " has happened."
" I know," I said. " The man who plays the piano has
got the influenza."
" Worse than that."
" The greengrocer has sprained his ankle and cannot come
in to pour out lemonade."
" Worse even than that," she said. " Your Aunt Matilda,
who likes children in their proper place, has announced
herself for a three days' visit from Friday next."
" Which serves you," I said, " absolutely right."
" And, of course," said Francesca, " you will have to
devote yourself to her on Saturday. After all, she has a
kind nature in spite of her sharp tongue, poor old dear."
E. C. L. '
BY THE OPPOSITE EOUTE.
WHEN he was called he turned over and went to sleep
again. When he got up he decided that he would get
himself shaved professionally on his way to the office.
He read the newspaper solidly through breakfast. On
two occasions he contradicted his wife. He took the odd
piece of toast. In putting on his boots he swore quite
wantonly (on the testimony of his wife).
He continued the day in the same strain of dogged laxity.
At lunch he prolonged his usual interval of ninety minutes
to one of a hundred-and-twenty minutes. By 5 P.M. he had
smoked six cigars.
Then he telephoned to his wife to come and have dinner
in town and go to a theatre, knowing that she would refuse.
He thereupon carried out his programme en garqon, in the
teeth of her imperfectly transmitted resentment.
Arriving home, he had a last unnecessary whisky and
soda. Finally (as he tramped upstairs in his boots) he
murmured with satisfaction, "Now you know what to
expect, New Year ! "
On the 2nd of January he returned inevitably- — like
everyone else — to the happy human mean of moderate im-
perfection. But — contrary to everyone else — he had the
satisfaction of feeling that ho was being a better man than
he had set out to be.
JANUARY 8, 1913.]
PUNCH, OR THE LONDON CHARIVARI.
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FLIGHTING.
])i<;i:i- the ditch and very muddy,
And the time serins very Ion;; ;
There's a, sunset wild and ruddy,
The West roars a song ;
And the dusk is just a-falling
And it 's lonesome as can be
Ere the geese come in a-calling
(311 the cold wet sea 1
Yrs, 'tis lonesome in the ditches
(Where's the whistle of the wings ?)
And the dusk is full of witches
And of Big Black Things ;
Funk, blue funk for him who strikes it
Has the bogey-haunted bog,
And the only one who likes it
Is a red wet dog !
He 's a-twitch to hear the whicker
Of the pinions down the sky,
While the ghosts they bawl and bicker
And the gusts boom by ;
And you pat him for protection—
Ah, you hardly would suppose
So much comfort and affection
In a cold wet nose !
Hark, the gaggle I Up the gun, then —
'Twas the neatest left-and-right ;
"Fetch 'em, boy, and we '11 be done, then,
Two 's enough to-night ;
Leave the shadows to their sinking,
Leave the ghosts their howling glee,
It 's yourself that will be thinking
Of your hot wet tea ! "
AFTEEMAS.
A PROJECT is on foot, supported by
a number of influential tradesmen, to
inaugurate a New Season of present-
giving, supplementary to Christmas
and New Year's Day, to be called
Aftermas. It will, it is believed, fill a
long-felt want.
The origin of Aftermas is the disap-
pointment with her own gifts recently
experienced by a well-known Society
lady on viewing those of her fellow
guests in a country house at Yule-tide.
" Why," she exclaimed, "you seem
to have received everything that I
really wanted i "
" But," was the natural reply, " were
you not asked what you would like ? "
"I was," she said, "but I couldn't
for the life of me think. Now I know."
This charming person had struck on
a basic truth of life, namely that envy
rs stronger than choice, and it is this
fundamental human foible which the
Now Season will do much to satisfy.
The root idea of Aftermas is the
giving of the presents which we know
beyond question that our friends will
like. Everyone will admit that Christ-
mas and New Year's Day rarely leave
us with the best things ; Aftermas will
Lift Attendant. " POUBTH FLOOR: LADIES' COSTUMES, MILLTNEBY, BOOTS', SHOES AND
"OSERY." Breathless Old Lady (hopelessly lost). " I-I-IBEMUNQBY."
Lift Attendant. " RESTAUBANT, TOP FLOOR." (Whisks her tip.)
do so. To some extent, it may be urged,
New Year's Day ought to do so now,
since it is a week later than Christmas.
But as a matter of practical politics
this is not so. Christmas itself is a
dies non (as the learned say). Boxing
Day is another of the same Latin bunch,
and the days that immediately follow
are not adapted for correspondence, even
if one's friends were disposed so soon
to go shopping once more, an ordeal
from which they naturally shrink after
their recent terrible experiences.
Thus, as a corrective to the mala-
droitness of Christmas benefactions,
New Year's Day is of little use. But
Aftermas should fulfil every condition,
since it has been decided to put the
date well forward, even as far as the
end of January, to give everyone time
really to examine the presents of their
friends and make up their minds abso-
lutely. Lists will then be sent in and
— well, they will see what they will see.
Arising out of this Aftermas move-
ment is a scheme, much favoured in
Bond Street, to set apart the second
Monday in every month throughout the
year as a day on which friends should
exchange valuable gifts. A plan to bring
back the glories of February 14 with
really expensive valentines is also afoot,
and there are supporters also of the
birthdays of Messrs. ASQUITH, BONAR
LAW, KEDMOND and MACDONALD as
occasions to be ear-marked for genial
contests in generosity among friends.
But at present the weight of the attack
is being directed to the solid establish-
ment of Aftermas.
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PUNCH, OR THE LONDON CHARIVARI.
[JANCABY 8, 1913.
Mother (after relating pathetic story). "Now, REGGIE, WOULDN'T YOU LIKE TO GIVE youa BUNNY TO. THAT POOR LITTLE HOT TOO
SAW TO-DAY WHO HASN'T AST FATHEE?" Reggie (clutching rabbit). " COULDN'T WE GIVE HIM FATHEB INSTEAD?"
THE RENEGADE.
(A memory of Yule, and dedicated to Mr. GEORGE
RUSSELL, who writes innocenily in " Thz Manchester
Guardian" : "Still, let not the vegetarian lift up his
horn against the meat-eater : I havz seen gross excesses
committed in plum-pudding.")
THIS is the tragedy of Mary Smith
(My cousin), who supposed that it was criminal
To slay one's brother ox and eat him with
Mustard and what not. .Bless your heart, sorna
women '11
Believe in anything. Each crank 's a prophet.
Mary became a veg. Just now she 's off it.
It started when, some month or more ago
(I will say this, that Mary did not err long),
She haled me to that house of fear and woe,
The restaurant of Mr. Ambrose Furlong : '
And all about us sat (ye saints, deliver us !)
The glum-faced armies of the graminivorous.
There was a deathly silence o'er the place,
Save only when, amid the murk and stillness,
A nut went off; the food I could not face,
But trifled with some tracts on " Human Illness,"
The Way to Better Life: Flesh Food and Nemesis,"
Till Mary finished, and we left the premises.
It was the festal board,
honours vowed to
various
Yule-
The scene is changed.
Graced with the
tide ;
The turkey queened it, and the beef was lord,
But Mary, by the doctrines of her school tied,
Though wistful glances stole across her features,
Disdained to batten on her fellow-creatures.
Till, ringed with dancing flame, divinely brown,
With white hair glistening and with scarlet berry,
The Bacchant pudding in the cloth camo down,
Hailed by a revel cheer; and, now grown merry,
Ev'n she, the death's head, scouting melancholy,
Was fain to eat, and cut into the folly.
When "No," I said, and stayed her with the thought,
" This is your kinsman. No, you must not do it.
The fare you ask for, by some go'd distraught,
Is principally made of best beef suet.
In pomp of old he ranged betwixt the hedges
(All but the plums). Where, traitress, are your pledges ? '
And Mary heard, and Mary's cheek grew pale ;
Her spirit strove and underwent contortion,
Then yielded suddenly, and chanced the bale.
" Hang it," she cried, and took a hefty portion.
Since when, apostate proved, she daily smothers
Her natural feelings and devours her brothers.
EVOK.
PUNCH, OB THE LONDON CHARIVARI.— JANL-AHY 8, 1913.
MARKING TIME.
ANN (during a hitch). " SHALL WE EVER GET TO THE DOCTOR'S?"
CHAUFFEUR LLOYD GEORGE (hopefully). " OH, YES ; SOONER OR LATER."
MAKV ANN-. " WELL, I THOUGHT I'D ASK, 'CAUSE I SEE THE TICKER'S GOING ON
AS HARD AS EVER."
JANUARY 8, 1913.]
PUNCH, OR THE LONDON CHARIVARI.
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ESSENCE OF PARLIAMENT.
(EXTRACTED FROM THE DIAIVZ o» TOBY, M.P.)
HOGMANAY IN LONDON.
At the New Year's Eve Supper, given by the Senior Liberal Whip by way of consolation to the Scottish Members, the Brothers
WASON bring down the house.
House of Commons, Monday, Decem-
ber 30. — Members back again after
shortest Christmas recess known to
history. Nervous anxiety prevalent in
Whips' Room reflected on Treasury
Bench. Ambush apprehended. BAN-
BURY'B famous manoeuvre, with its
practical result of adding a full week to
uncanny extension of session, might
encourage further effort on same lines.
Apart from other considerations effect
of the successful ambush has been
distinctly favourable to the Party
for whose repulse it was arranged.
Confident in an overwhelming majority
Ministerialists had grown slack in
attendance. Snap division altered that.
Majorities that used normally to be
somewhere about the round hundred
have advanced by a score, occasionally
two.
Nevertheless this first night of re-
assembling of House looked forward to
with apprehension. Whip circulated
urging attendance of all sections of
Ministerialists. Specially requested to
be in their places promptly on com-
mencement of public business. Sum-
mons loyally obeyed. Glance round
benches at Question time indicated to
all whom it might concern that if there
were ambuscade within precincts of
House patriotic gentlemen recruited
for the purpose might as well stroll in
with unconcerned looks as who should
say, " What a wet Christmas we have
had, to be sure 1 "
Ministers themselves careful to turn
up. Treasury Bench even inconveniently
crowded. Others full both above and
below Gangway. At 6 o' clock, when
first division was taken, Government
majority ran up to 131, with total
vote of more than two to one.
Business done. — Time-table for Re-
port Stage of Home Rule Bill arranged.
Tuesday. — If you have ever observed
a middle-aged gentleman of bland
countenance and military bearing strol-
ling down a country lane, coming to
what looks like innocent wisp of hay,
stooping down to examine it more
closely, and finding that it covers a
wasps' nest, you will get some idea of
to-day's adventures of Sir REGINALD
POLE CABEW, K.C.B., C.V.O. Started
afternoon in quite good form. Had on
paper group of questions designed to
confound SECRETARY OF STATE FOR
WAR. When SEELY, after manner of
Ministers, attempted to evade attack,
POLE down upon him with further
question "arising out of that answer."
Possibly it was mellow satisfaction
suffused by this successful sortie that
lured the gallant General to destruction.
However that be, debate on Report
Stage of Home Rule Bill not far
advanced when he came to the front.
Had, he remarked, heard it said that
the Opposition regarded Ireland as
incurably disloyal. " I," he protested,
shaking his fist at Nationalists below the
Gangway, " have no feeling of that sort.
But," he added, " so long as Nationalist
Members preach disloyalty, so long as
they practise a form of tyranny in the
shape of boycotting, so long as they go
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PUNCH, OR THE LONDON CHARIVARI.
[JANL'ARY 8, 1913.
about preaching rebellion, there must
be disloyalty in Ireland."
Not to be supposed that utterance
of these soothing remarks ran as
smoothly as they are here printed.
They were punctuated by interruptions
from Irish camp. DEVLIN'S scornful
" Oh ! oh I " rising above the din, POLE
turned upon him with withering glance
and remarked, "The honourable Mem-
ber for Belfast is the worst of the lot."
Eeference to boycotting bringing from
same quarter enquiry, " What aboul
the doctors?" POLK, drawing himself up
with mingled air of sorrow and dignity,
observed, "A very irrelevant observa-
tion."
Irrelevancy was the one thing he
couldn't a-bear. Catching sight ol
SEELY laughing on Treasury Bench he
turned aside to inquire whether SECRE-
TARY FOR WAR had taken into his con-
fidence his military advisers on the
Committee of Imperial Defence on
subject of military position of this
country in event of establishment of
Home Eule Parliament in Dublin?
An interpolated remark from SEELY
found POLE quite prepared to discuss in
detail circumstances attendant upon
Union of Great Britain and Ireland.
The GENERAL not only delightfully
irrelevant himself but cause of bewild-
ering irrelevancy in others. He brought
to his feet that kindred spirit, WILLIE
EEDMOND, who stirred the SPEAKER to
anguished protest.
" I have," the right hon. gentleman
said, " not the faintest idea of what
the honourable gentleman is alluding
to, or what the resolution is, or what
was the body that passed it."
This brought up GILBERT PARKER,
bent on making an awful example of
himself as a warning to others. WILLIE
EEDMOND had accused POLE CAREW of
having used " disgracful and defamatory
language." GILBERT PARKER wanted
to know whether such remark was in
order.
" I myself," he humbly added, " was
reproved by a former SPEAKER for using
the word ' disgraceful.1 "
SPEAKER again interposed in sterner
mood. "The House," he said, "lias
very little time. It is called upon
to discuss an important clause, and the
whole of the time is being wasted in
ridiculous talk."
Eidieulous talk, forsooth ! WILLIE
REDMOND swelled visibly like an of-
fended turkey-cock, though he had not
been mentioned. The SPEAKER'S ac-
cusatory remark had been couched in
general terms. But WILLIE not to be
comforted.
" Sir," he said, amid cheers from Mr.
FLAVIN, " 1 have the very greatest re-
spect for you, but as to "the character
of the remarks I feel called upon t<
deliver I will take leave to b'e the judg
myself."
"Very well," said the SITAKKH, " lo
us assume that you have disposed o
the honourable and gallant gentlemai
(POLE CAREW) and come to the clause
under discussion."
Thus gently but firmly led back, atten-
tion was again turned upon the impor-
tant measure with respect to which
well-grounded complaint is made- in
some quarters that sufficient time is nol
supplied for discussion of its clauses.
Jiiisincssdonc. — Proposed new clauses
to Home Rule Bill dealt with.
Neit' Year's Day. — Home Rule Bil!
on again; minds of Members more
' Ridiculous talk, forsooth !
(Mr. WILLIE REDMOND.)
engrossed by rumours of alleged happen-
ngs at supper given last night by wily
Whip to Scotch Members. When
PREMIER proposed that House should
re-assemble on Monday, the next day's
sitting bridging the space between the
Old Year and the New, a cry of horror
and despair went up from Scottish
quarter. True patriots they, how could
they see the New Year in amid the mirk
of London town ? Happy thought illu-
mined ILLINGWOUTH'S mind. Why not
isk them to supper and welcome the
mdding year at the bountiful table of the
Elotel Cecil ? So it was arranged, and
the Scots Members turned up to a man
as did their forbears at Bannockbura.
Proceedings of course private. But
t is no secret that greatest success
of the evening was the sword dance
performed on the stroke of midnight by
the Brothers WTASON, clad in the
national garb. Gog and Magog were
never hol'oro seen in such apparel. It
was voted most becoming.
Jtusiness done. — Guillotine working
its way through Amendments on lie-
port stage of Home Rule Bill. GKMOK.U
CARSON, K.C.'s amendment, excluding
Ulster from its operation, defeated by
294 votes against 197.
THIS BUSY WOULD.
(With acknowledgments to Mr. Punch's
contemporaries^
MR. JOHN JONES has been appointed
Town Clerk of Twllony.
Struck suddenly by an idea as ho
was crossing the market-place yester-
day, Alderman Smith-Pidson, of Bury
St. Edwins, fell in a trance, from which
he has not yet recovered.
Flying from tree to tree and uttering
its cry as in spring, a cuckoo has been
seen by an auctioneer and surveyor of
Savernake.
At the age of ninety-two a labourer
named Melchisedek Bo, who has lived
iri the same cottage for ninety-one
years near Peterborough, has just
died of troubles connected with third-
seething.
Wagering with another man that he
would drink a gallon of petrol in five
ninutes, a chauffeur named William
Heape is now lying in a precarious
condition in the Middlesbrough dis-
jensary.
Splashed by mud from a passing
iiotor-car, in which was a party that
ncluded Miss Dyzie Sweetling, of the
Saiety Theatre, and her fiance. Lord
Orde, an elderly woman named Eliza
Cressbrook fell and fractured her knee-
cap at Oswestry.
Accused of talking in his sleep at
3ermondsey, an aged man named
Samuel Wigstcr struck his wife, a
voman of sixty, so severely on the
lead that she is not expected to live
nore than twenty years.
A Long Wait.
" Even the more youthful and boisterous of
be assembly waited in expectant silence while
ct another twelvemonth passed."
Nottingham Guardian.
ALARM OF FIRE ON TUBE RAILWAY.
PASSENGERS AUGHT IN A DARK TCNNEI.."
Daily Keir.t.
Alarmed. Passenger. "Help! Auntie's
light again ! "
From a Transvaal Notice Board :—
"Motor cyclists and others arc warned
gainst riding at an excessive speed through
lie village, which is at present a source of
real danger to the community."
n England, too, it is widely felt among
.lotorists that villages are a source of
reat danger to the community and
light to In; wiped out. Wrc look to the
ioad Board to do its duty.
JANL-ARY 8, 1913.]
PUNCH, OU THK. LONDON CIIAIM VA1M.
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Mother (fcc'.n-j licr irat/ to curtailing lioliday expenses). " AUGUSTUS, I THINK, INSTEAD OP GOING TO DUCKY LANE, WE OUGHT TO
TAKE THE CHILDREN TO tKB ST. PAUL'S. THEY MAY NOT HATE ANOTHER CHANCE. I SEE IT 's CRACKING ALREADY."
LAST— AND LOST.
Sun rises 8.7 a.m.
Sun rises 8.8 a.m. '
Sun rises 8.8 a.m.
Sun rises 8.8 a.m.
Sun rUes 8.8 a.m.
Sun rises 8.8 a.m.
Sim rises 8.8 a.m.
Sun rises 8.7 a.m."
[" December '27th
December '28th
December 29th
December 30th
December 31st
January 1st
January 2nd
January 3rd
Extract from Almanack.]
DAY ! (It is BROWNING'S phrase, not
mine) —
Day .' An the Night grows faint and
diet,
Like sudden meteors there shine
Aurora's splendid- eyes.
0 Goddess, lucent-limbed, divine,
Unkmuni to me (<m yet) by sight,
Sparkling in gold, like ginger-ale
(No tltci/ /uirc said who know), all hail!
Hail, (I, urn .' Hail, day! Hail, light !
So to himself Adolphus sang—
Adolphus, reader, being I —
While all the dim-lit bedroom rang
To that melodious cry ;
For the alarum's strident clang
Had shocked me from my sleep thus
soon,
Who am not wont to break my rest,
Nor to inflate my tuneful chest
Till pivtt\ nearly noon.
I 'd set it with my own right hand,
That harsh alarum, five hours back,
Having just previously scanned
Whi taker's Almanack;
" So," I had said, " I understand
This is the last day when the sun
Gets up comparatively late
(Though all too early), viz., 8.8.
Now should the thing be done ! "
Yes, this was January 2.
I filled my lungs, I sang again : —
The Dawn, by poets hymned, of hue
Brighter than Golden Bain
That on November 5 floods through
Ttie velvet night with brilliant sheen !
Then lie not there and grossly yawn,
But rouse thyself and see this dawn
Which than hast never seen I
Arise, arise, Adolphus ! Shame
That than, sworn rotary of the Muse,
Hast never watched that ardent flame
The radiant East suffuse !
Fata will not bring to thee the same.
Rich chance till many months have
sped.
Have courage ! Cease tliosc coward
sighs !
Brave the chill morning ! Up ! Arise !
(Adolphus stopped in bed).
A Way they have in Australia.
" MELBOURNE, Friday. — Mr. Higgs (Queens-
land) was upended in the House of Repre-
sentatives this afternoon."
Brisbaiic Daily Mail.
We at home have more respect for the
dignity of Parliament.
The Luck of No. 13.
" A London newspaper of 1776 asserted that
. . . ' Washington had 13 toes and 13 teeth in
each jaw.' " .
A stiff mouthful. GEORGE, like so many
lovers of immaculate teeth, must have
put his foot in it.
From a leading article in The West-
minster Gazette : —
" New Year's Day is a Milestone which the
least observant of us can hardly fail to pass
unnoticed."
The writer, though, has failed easily.
Indeed, it hardly looks as though he
had tried to pass it unnoticed.
" Born on November 27 last, the little boy
will, should things remain as at present, one
day become Marquess of Lansdowne."
AfancJtester Evening News.
I Not, however, if the present Lord
i LANSDOWNK remains as at present.
34
PUNCH, OR THE LONDON CHARIVARI.
ft
AT THE PLAY.
" HULLO, EAO-TIMI.: "
I surrosK that if you call a tiling a
" Revue," it is meant to be a satire on
persons in the public eye and on cunvnt
vogues and events, and I therefore
assume that all the chorus-part of
Messrs. PEMBEUTON and DE COUHVILLE'S
production at tho Hippodrome was
designed to satirise the choruses of
Musical Comedy. If, as I hope, I am
right, the imitation here given of the old
meaningless banalities was almost too
perfect, for its intention clearly escaped
the intelligence of the audience, who
received it with loud and unsuspicious
approval, as if it were tho real thing.
I am not sure that even the chorus
itself recognised what it was there for.
But Miss ETHEL LEVEY knew all about
it, and her Musical Comedy methods in
the duet with the foreign huzzar were
very delightful for those who appre-
ciated her humour. On the other
hand, Mr. JAMIESON DODDS, who played
the part of the gallant officer, seemed
to take it quite seriously.
But for the interludes between the
choruses, the " Eevue " would have been
a tedious business, for the ugliness
of rag-time dances soon gets on the
nerves. The clou of the evening was an
" Extra Turn," entitled " The Dramatists
get what they want." It was almost
THE SPIRIT OP BAG-TIME.
Miss ETHEL LEVEY.
unbelievable that this was from the
same pens that wrote the rag-time
part, yet the programme mentioned n<
other authorship. The protestation;
of the artistes from the Music-halls —
a decent dog-trainer and his wife, i
perfectly respectable acrobat, witii si>
children in common — against the quos
ionable character of tho words ^
were given to say in a sort of Stage
Society drama, were exquisite fooling;
ind here again Miss KTHKL LEVEY was
he soul of the I'un, though Mr. HEGCIK,
n a smaller and less exacting part, was
ust as good. It was a delightful little
jurlesque, and deserved a much more
esponsive audience.
Another excellent interlude was the
Sentimental Drama of the mother and
icr lost child (allusive to The Tide ? ),
vith interpolations from the body of
lie house. Here Miss DOROTHY MINTO
was in happy vein, and the attempts
nade by the child (first a real child,
ind then, after objection raised by tho
j.C.C. because of the lateness of the
lour, a grown-up member of the staff,
quite as old as the mother) to secure
>aternal recognition from just anybody
hat came along were most acceptable.
There was nothing topical in the
American dialogue between those ad-
mirable artistes, Mr. LEW HEAEN and
,he lady who calls herself "BoNiTA,"
iut it was extremely amusing. Indeed
,he large American element did most
of the funny work of the evening, and
iven the actress who played Britannia
n a Union Jack had apparently been
mported from over the Atlantic, to
sing the merits of the " red, white and
Dlyew." I don 't know where the chorus
came from, but they were well above
the average in good looks.
A few public characters were intro-
duced, but in many cases we were left
to gather their identity from the pro-
gramme or the dialogue. Worse like-
nesses than those of Messrs. CHUBCHILL,
P. E. SMITH, GRANVJLLE BARKER and
the PRESIDENT of the Divorce Court it
would be very difficult to produce. The
representative of Mr. MARTIN HARVEY
was more like the original, but The Only
Way is too established an institution
to ridicule at this time of day even if
the impersonator had got Mr. HARVEY'S
voice right. But a really excellent
imitation of Mr. GEORGE GRAVES was
given by Mr. CYRIL CLENSY in the
midst of playing the character of Sir
Wilkie Bard ; and Mr. GERALD KIBBY
successfully assumed the manner of Mr
GEORGE GHOSSMITH, though he coulc
hardly hope to reproduce his legs.
For a satire on the passing hour this
" Eevue " was not quite catholic enough
in its allusions. Its authors over-esti-
mated the part played in our lives by the
stage. There really are other things
Still, after all, there are few interests
that more closely touch so many types
For the camps of the Higher Drama, tht
Legitimate, and Musical Comedy have
little traffic with one another, and tin
way of the true devotee of the Hall
lies apart from them all.
The audience at the Hippodrome was
nado of all these types— a sprinkling
if the first two and strong contingents
if the others ; and it is matter for
The One. "Hullo, ASQUITH I "
The Other. " Shut up, AUSTBS. Can't you
see I 'm WINSTON ? "
The One. "Well, I'm not AUSTEN either.
[ 'm F. E. SMITH in the programme."
compliment that the authors of this
miscellany and their versatile cast
should have given so much pleasure
;o so mixed a crowd. O. S.
From the programme of a concert
at Kew : —
" ' Polonaiseina ' . . Chopin.
' Toreador ' . . . Carman. ' '
Give us Faust's " Nocturneinaflat " all
the time.
From a notice-board at Leicester : —
" HOTEL.
ESTABLISHED IN THE 13th CENTURY,
RE-OPENED
UNDER ENTIRELY NEW MANAGEMENT."
No doubt the change of management
was necessary, but the old place will
never seem the same again.
"The eighth aimual meeting of the Peace
Conference was held at St. James' Palace this
(Wednesday) afternoon."
Staffordshire Sentinel.
The dilatoriness of Turkey is becoming
a scandal.
"Le travail do M. Knochblauch (Kixmel
est un bon divertissement pour dcs peuples,
moins avaiicds en civilisation que nous no h
sornmes." — IS Opinion.
We hope that the thousands of Britons
who saw the play at the Garrick, anc
enjoyed it, will not take the above too
much to heart.
JANUARY 8, 1913.]
PUNCH, OR THE LONDON CHARIVARI.
35
Belated Sportsman (arriving just as hounds are moving off after breaking up their fox). "I'VE SEEN sous HUNTED FOX; HE'S
BEHIND, JUST OVER THE ROAD." Hunisttiatl. " TlIB "UNTED POX 18 INSIDE IK 'OUNDS, SlE."
OUR BOOKING-OFFICE.
(By Mr. Punch's Staff of Learned Clerks.)
IN John of Jingalo (CHAPMAN AND HALL) Mr. LAURENCE
HOUSMAN lets out a number of bees that have been swarm-
ing in his bonnet (or ought I rather to say his toque?),
some of which havo very acute little darts concealed about
them ; others, I think, are content, like the telephone,
with a mere intermittent buzzing. Jingalo is a country
whose capital may be described in the good old phrase as
situated not a hundred miles from Whitehall, and it is only
by an ingenious system of transpositions, and by the
device of alluding quite frequently to England as a co-
existent European state, that the author prevents us from
saying at every turn, " How on earth could anyone dare to
publish a book like this ? " Mr. HOUSMAN'S main thesis
IP that Jingalo is governed by a class of office-seekers
(represented at any given moment by the Cabinet), who are
wholly unsupported by the voice of the people, and use
alike the democratic will and the institution of monarchy
to serve their bureaucratic ends. Having tumbled down the
palace staircase upon his head, King John begins to " see
tilings," and the scope of his vision is further enlarged by
conversations with his son Max, a Max with whose cynical
detachment we somehow seem familiar. It will not come
as a shock to anyone to learn that the Dramatic Censorship
and Women's Suffrage are cases in which King John sees
fit to set his counsellors at defiance; but these are only two
and not, I think, the sharpest of the points which Mr.
HOUSMAN has made. I admire most the monarch's decision
to revive the ceremony of washing beggars' feet; on Maun-
day Thursday, attended by the whole Order of Knights of
the Thorn in full robes ; and the epilogue : " And when
their ordeal by water was over then the twelve beggars — all
of guaranteed good character though not actual communi-
cants— reseived with delight each a new pair of shoes and
stockings, which they were able to sell immediately
at fabulous prices to collectors of curiosities, chiefly
Americans. And that same night twelve very happy
beggars, all more or less drunk, made their appearance on
the largest music-hall stage in the metropolis, where the
whole scene was elaborately re-enacted in Joe-simile,
followed by a cinematograph record of the actual event."
That bee stings.
1 have been reading an extraordinary, not to say night-
marish, book about the Mysterious East. It is called The
White Knight (MUBRAY) and begins on board a P. & O.
liner, passengers on which were Denis Grey and Howell.
The former, I gathered, had come out to Egypt as the guest
of his Oxford friend, Howell, who was not only " one of the
quietest men in Balliol," but on his mother's side a Bedouin
Arab. Naturally this unusual combination was not without
startling results, because, as it happened, there was a high-
pressure blood feud going on at the time between Howell's
tribe and another ; and hardly had the two travellers dis-
embarked at Port Said when events began simply to hum.
I have a fixed idea that had I been Grey I should have
called the visit a failure. To begin with, having expressed
a wish (the least he could do) to join his host's brotherhood,
he found himself bound hand and foot and involved in the
cios'o terrifying eaiertaiumeut of -gcnga and green lights
So
PUNCH, OR THE LONDON CHARIVARI.
[.JANUAUY 8, 1913.
Later, he had to fight for his life in a I shall select that often misapplied word "subtle There
and was only rescued bv the heroine is none that comes nearer to Mr. IORBEST REID'S peculiar
defeat. Well, really/ 1 mean- - method of telling half a tale, and suggesting the rest, which
• you may then find out for yourself if you have interest and
imagination enough. Only the other day I saw that
Amongst «'>thi-r questions that occur to the sceptical reader
< " Where was Lord KITCHENER?" Briefly, Mr. T. G.
WAKELING has written a sometimes exciting, but more often
rather nonsensical, story about a country that he evidently
knows and loves. The interest would have been stronger
if the author had been less eager to combine it with in-
struction. The characters have a disconcerting habit of
holding long natural-history dialogues in question and
answer, such as I take to be unusual for men in moments
of emotional stress. But the big fight in the last chapters
is tremendous fun, and justifies the making of the book —
for those who like that sort of thing.
In The Letter-Bag of Lady Elizabeth Spencer-Stanhope
(JOHN LANE) Mr. 'STIRLING provides some fascinating
reading. The collection is designed to form a continuation
and conclusion of two
earlier works, Coke of
Norfolk and his Friends
and Annals of a York-
shire House. The con-
tents of the Letter-Bag
mainly consist of corre-
spondence addressed to
or written by JOHN
SPENCER- STANHOPE,
who lived and saw wide
variety of life between
the years 1787 and 1873.
It is impossible in the
limited accommodation
of this "Booking-Office"
adequately to deal with
the teeming pages of
volumes which picture
the social existence of
two generations and
record gossip and con-
fidences exchanged over
half a century. If the
book did nothing more RH^KD*!]:!.
than rescue the memory
Mr. REID was writing on " The Boy in Fiction," and
certainly the list of his own books would seem to give him
some claim to speak with authority. All his stories are
in fact studies, extraordinarily clever and detailed and
painstaking, of certain types of adolescence. In Following
Darkness, the boy, Peter Waring, who is its central
character and tells his own tale in the first person, is
drawn with an ingenuity that is quite merciless. The
result is a picture attractive, almost in spite of itself, from
this quality of sincerity. Ij1~ :t * l ' -1 tu"* —
no other ground could
For it must be confessed that on
Peter's be called an engaging
personality. Moreover, let those who demand from a novel
that it shall have a symmetrically rounded plot, or for
whom boyhood, with its elusive moods and contradictions,
THE
FORGOTTEN DEEDS OF VALOUR.
OF THE KING'S CONSCIENCE HANDS IK HIS RESIGNATION TO
its romance and happi-
ness and despair, has
no sufficient charm,
avoid this book. The
others will accept it
with appreciation and
gratitude for work of
a kind both beautiful
and rare. Despite some
obvious faults of con-
struction (of which the
Preface seems to me
to be one), Following
Darkness deserves to
linger pleasantly in the
memory when two-
thirds of the fiction of
to-day has been wil-
lingly forgotten.
of Ix>rd COLLINGWOOD from undeserved oblivion its publica-
tion would be welcome. His share in the great victory
of Trafalgar was outshone by the dazzling glory of his
commander and friend, NELSON. Full justice is at length
done him, partly by publication of his own modest account
of the great fight, though the part lie played in it is only
incidentally referred to. His description of tli3 battle is
a masterpiece. A passage in one of his letters of later
date, protesting against a tendency on the part of the
Admiralty to neglect the duty of maintaining the efficiency
of the Navy, will by its exact terminology commend
itself to the present FIRST LORD. " I have always found,"
COLLINGWOOD wrote, " that kind language and strong ships
have a very powerful effect in conciliating the people."
Another apophthegm, a favourite remark with JOHN STAN-
HOPE, may recommend itself to one of Mr. CHURCHILL'S
Cabinet colleagues : " The great advantage of being of old
family is that you are further removed from the rascal who
founded it." Both NAPOLEON and WELLINGTON figure in
the correspondence, in which appear vivid glimpses of Paris
after Waterloo.
Casting about me for an epithet by which I may most
suitably describe Following Darkness (ARNOLD), I think
has somehow or other got left
There is one article
that might very well
have been included in
The English Character
(FouLis) by SPENCER
LEIGH HUGHES, but
out — an article on the
varying value of externals. Any unprejudiced reader who
took up this book and considered the very tasteful crimson -
linen binding, the hand-made paper, the coloured illustra-
tions, the wide margins, the clear lettering and the style
of the printing — every chapter begins with a whole line
in capitals and ends with two shortening lines like the tale
of Fury and the Mouse in Alice in Wonderland — might be
pardoned for saying eagerly, " Here is CHARLES LAMB at
least." But with all due respect to Mr. HUGHES (who was
so well-known as the Sub liosd of The Morning Leader and
has now transferred his bower to The Daily News) I think
he would be a little disappointed. Mr. HUGHES has one or
two good stories to tell, and his observation is sometimes
shrewd enough. But, oh dear! there are some sad
platitudes in these pages and (can it possibly be because
they first appeared in the form of diurnal columns?) they
are woefully periphrastic at times.
HUGHES has doubtless plenty of
not be annoyed if I reserve the larger share of my gratitude
But never mind. Mr.
admirers, and he will
for Mr. FOULIS.
Winter Sport.
"!HK SOUTH Oi.roicDsHiRK FOGHOUNDS."— Smith Biwks Free Press
JANUAKT 15, 1913.]
PUNCH, Oii THE LONDON CHARIVARI.
37
CHARIVARIA.
SIB GEOBOB SYDENHAM CLARKE has
decided to take the title of Lord
Sydenham. An attempt will no doubt
be made to soil him the Crystal Palace
as a residence worthy of his new
dignity. ^
It is thought that the clocLsion of the
Eoyal Geographical Society in regard
to the admission of women as members
may have the result of turning the atten-
tion of an increased number of women
to the study of geography. Wo fancy,
however, that they will still
ask the way of good-looking
policemen. ,„ „
It has been discovered that
big game in Central Africa
nourish the organisms that are
the cause of sleeping sickness.
A 'number of notices bearing
tho words "Kill that Lion I"
are to be sent out at once, and
a charitable lady has, we hear,
offered to provide 20.000 fly
papers of an extra-large sizo.
* *
Nearly forty cheeses, weigh-
ing together more than a ton,
and valued at over £2 each,
were stolen last week from a
wholesale storehouse in Oakley
Street, Lambeth. There were
signs that some of them had
not surrendered until after a
plucky struggle.
* *
The lengths to which some
persons will go in sacrificing
themselves for the amusement
of others is amazing. One of the
guests at a party at Kettering,
in endeavouring, last week, to
blow out a candle blindfolded,
burned off half his moustache.
appearance this edition surpasses every
edition that we remember at this price."
As tho price is tho unusual one of six
shillings net, this notico is not quite
so handsome as it sounds.
* *
: :
A number of inmates of the prison
hotel at Parkhurst, who took part in
the recent disturbances there, have
been sent back to Portland. They are
said to bo extremely annoyed at this.
They had hoped that they would merely
be expelled with ignominy and that
His Majesty's Government would re-
fuse to have anything more to do with
TO AN ELDEKLY FEWALtt.
(.4 January Idyll.)
IN the January chill
I beheld you on tho hill,
O most angular old Jill,
Tall and gaunt;
Unapproachable and prudo,
With a face of Don't Intrude,
And a general attitude
Of Avaunt I
By a mincing step and stiff,
By a short and tentative
And most disapproving sniff
Now and then.
By a prim, tea-party air
And a penetrating stare,
I could tell you couldn't boar
" Hateful men 1"
Elegant, if ancient wreck.
How that mincing gait found
check,
How you slewed that scrawny
nock
With a twist,
Startled, yes, but still refined I
Then you ambled np the wind,
Yeld and venerable hind
That I missed I
Rttstio Passenger (as express dashes by). " BT GUM, THAT WEBB
A NEAR SBAVBl "
A Melbourne baker claims to have
discovered a liquid compound which,
if applied to a loaf of bread three or
four days old, will restore all its
original freshness. By the by, we
believe it is not generally known that
a thin coating of brown boot polish
will convert a slightly soiled white loaf
into an attractive-looking whole-meal
loaf. .„ „,
#
"There is no ideal girl," says Mr.
SANDOW. In view of this definite pro-
nouncement it is thought that many
gentlemen will now give up the fruitless
search. ^ t
•I*
Of the Sydney Edition of Bacon's
Essays a contemporary remarks :—
"In its buckram covers and general
persons who take an unfair advantage
of their hospitality.
* *
Last week, apparently, if one had
kept one's eyes open, one would have
seen at every street corner little groups
of citizens discussing an alarming
report — for, says The Observer, " The
rumour that A. W. Gamage, Ltd., sup-
ply only the Gamage Motor Tyre is not
correct." Who, we wonder, is respon-
sible for starting these wicked canards ?
" Young lambs arc very prolific in St. Erth
district already." — Hayle Mail.
We confess that we cannot approve of
this precocity. In any case we think
that these young mothers would have
been better advised to wait for the
Government's maternity benefit.
The Line of Least Resistance.
Tun waiter, in wishing me
good morning, remarked that
the day was much colder. I had
as a matter of fact thought it
particularly close and muggy,
but I agreed with him.
At the cloak-room, where *
man, at a daily remuneration
of sixpence, takes charge of a
hat and coat that would reposo
on a chair beside me for nothing
had I any courage, I was told
that the weather seemed much
more promising ; and again I
agreed, although I had no such
belief.
Finally, the splendid creature who,
in return for more money, blows the
whistle once for a cab for me, said that
it was a nice day on the whole; and
once more I agreed.
But what I want to know is, what
does the Recording Angel do about
this kind of thing ?
" Madamo ButtT>* majestic stature appealed
to critics hardly less powerfully than her
voice." — New York Correspondent of " Daily
Telegraph."
At this rate of computation what would
LITTLE TICH be worth ? A threepenny
bit?
" Charge of Bobbing a Solicitor." — Times.
Difficulty has always been tho whet-
stone of enterprise.
VOL. cxr.iv.
38
PUNCH, OK THE LONDON CHARIVARI.
[JANUARY 15, 1913.
THE GREAT TWIN TERRORS.
" Ton- Members are trembling before tho remorseless propaganda,
the unerring arithmetic, of Mr. Chiozza Money and Sir Alfred
Mend."— P. W. W. in " Tlie Daily News and Leader."
'WHENCE comes this pallor which bedims
The Tory Party's sanguine faces?
"Who puts the palsy in our limbs,
As when a cobra's fierce grimaces
Reduce to pulp the paralytic bunny ?
It is tho leonine CHIOZZA MONEY.
Who is the other terror? "Who
The basilisk that makes us shiver
Turning our red corpuscles blue,
Setting our marrow-bones a-quivcr,
Causing a kind of hiccup in the heart ?
It is Sir ALFRED MONO, the gifted Bart.
And if you care to call in doubt
The wiles of these astounding wizards ;
If you would know some more about
Their power to petrify our gizzards ;
With my inspired authority I '11 trouble you—
It is tho trusty scribe, P. double W.
'Twas he from whom I heard the trick
That makes them such a pair of wonders :
He says it 's their arithmetic
Which absolutely never blunders ;
Ask them, if proof you want, to say at sight
How many beans make five — they 're always right.
'Tis this that puts us in the soup,
A wriggling mass of vermicelli ;
By this they catch us when we stoop
So that we tremble like a jelly,
Because we cannot cope with men of lore
Who see at once that two and two are four.
They know addition, oh, and lots
Of darker matters ; they define ua
The meaning of those " little dots,"
And cryptic things like + and - ;
They even do their sums (or so 'tis said)
Not on the fingers, but inside the head 1
Deadly at economics, they
Can tell by lightning calculations
The blow that threatens, some fine day,
To knock the Tariff-ridden nations ;
Nor, on the Free Food stump, can hecklers stand a
Moment against their ruthless propaganda.
In lurid lights, that leave us dumb,
They paint the ruin, swift and heavy,
Of those who tax the People's turn,
Barring, of course, the Liberal levy
(A. little thing, a mere ten million touch)
On currants, coffee, cocoa, tea and such.
But we, a trembling chicken-brood,
We dare not say we find it funny
That Liberal taxes laid on food
Are naught to MONO and nil to MONEY ;
And, after all, a mere ten million — what 's a
Trifle like that to ALFRED or CHIOZZA ?
O. S.
Extract from The Nervous System of Vertebrates : —
" There is no such thing as a pars supraueuroporica of tho
lamina terminalis."
Personally we never said there was.
OUR COURTSHIP COLUMN.
EVERYBODY'S AUNT EMMA.
BY all means, Jemima, make it up with your William.
No one is perfect, and we all lose our tempers at times.
Besides, you say tho boot did not actually hit you, and you
can easily get a new chandelier. Do you think lie can
have been anticipating in a clumsy and indirect fashion the
custom of throwing a shoe after tho wedding carnage ? In
any case make him a present, as you suggest, as a sign of
forgiveness ; a pair of very soft bedroom slippers would bo
a thoughtful gift.
Lucy is engaged to a man who is most high-minded and
honourable, but unfortunately he is not clever and he has very
little hair on his head. Still, I think she had better stick to
trim. There are many preparations for the hair (see our
advertisement columns), and many great men have been
oald, e.g., C^ISAR and Fra L:PPO Lirri. As to cleverness,
that is not everything. The poet says, " Be good, sweet
maid," and it is better to meet nice people, even if they are
rather bores, than to be robbed by a witty dramatist or
bludgeoned by a thoughtful poet.
I am at a loss, my dear Mary, to know what to say to
you. Yours is a most distressing case. Use all your womanly
tact and perhaps you will reclaim him. Next time he
wants to enter a picture palace draw him aside, saying,
Come, Walter, I see a dog-fight at the other eiid of the
street."
Philip thinks he has been very clever, but he has not; he
has dono a cruel unkind thing. It is not merely the
crockery ; hearts are broken by acting in that way.
You were quite right, Lily. A man who could behave
like that is unworthy of any affection, let alone a con-
suming passion such as you describe yours to be. When
next he calls, summon him to that latticed window of
which you speak so feelingly, and empty a jug of cold water
over him. If he remonstrates you might reply with some
little badinage, as for example, " Water, water everywhere
and not a drop to drink." Then close the window and
retire to rest.
Your heart is not touched, Amelia, but I think you are
a little bit wrong in the head.
I can quite understand, Constantia, that you misa the
visits of your Henry. His eyes must have been excessively
blue. But his habit of imitating a green parrot no doubt
grew tiring and, as you say his income is so small, I feel
certain that your heart cannot really have been touched.
If Percy's diamonds are genuine (and a visit to the nearest
jeweller will settle this point) I think I would forget Henry.
But you must be very careful not to display anything
like a mercenary spirit, for there is nothing that the rich
dislike so much.
I should advise Clara to see a beauty specialist,
is a most distressing face.
Hers
" Contemplating the eyes of this woman, one thought of elemental
passions. If the eyes were her great feature, tho mouth gave more
key to her true self. The short upper lip curled outward enough to
make visible a shadowy line above itself, when the light came upwards
to her face. Tho skin over the eyeteeth showed that slight fulness
indicative of animalism." — " Bystander" Short Story.
The sort of woman one escapes from by tho skin of her
eyeteeth.
" The macaw of British Honduras says a lecturer resembles many
people in wearing fine clothes, making a great noiso, and in being
good for nothing else." — Evening News.
A caustic bird, tho macaw.
PUNCH, OB THE LONDON CHARIVARI.— JANUARY 15, 1913.
PRESIDENT TAFT (singing).
THE SWAN-SONG.
'ARBITRATION I ADORE,
SOMETIMES LESS AND SOMETIMES MORE.
IP YOU LOVE YOUR DYING SWAN,
KEEP IT UP WHEN HE IS GONE."
[PBESIDKNT TAFT, after proposing to repudiate the Hay-Pauncefoto Treaty, has at last, within a few weeks of the close of his term
of ofiicc, lifted up his voice in favour of a sort of arbitration on the Panama tolls.]
JANUARY 15, 1913.]
PUNCH, OR THE LONDON CHARIVARI.
'•WHAT'S ALL THIS ABOUT AN INSURANCE ACT? HAVE TO LICK STAMPS OB SOMETHIN', WIIAT?"
"DON'T KNOW, OLD THING. SEEMS TO HAVE BLOWN OVER."
MILLENNIAL MEETINGS.
STIMULATED by tho example of Mr.
FREDERIC HARBISON in his •pronuiwia-
inii'iito, " 1913," in The Einjlisk Review,
several of our leading publicists bave
delivered tbemselves on tbe subject of
Anglo-German relations, and tbe best
way of promoting tbe peace of Europe.
Sir EDWIN DUHNINO - LAWRENCE,
speaking at tbe annual meeting of tbe
Bacup Baconian Society last Friday,
observed tbat tbey lived in stirring
times. He was, however, hopeful, nay
sanguine, tbat peace would be preserved
if the legitimate aspirations of Ger-
many could be reconciled with a due re-
gard for our own Imperial obligations.
Personally he had no doubt whatever
that this could be done easily on the
basis of a simple deal. Let Germany
take Sn. \KSPKARE (giving us LUTHER in
exchange) while we kept BACON. He
felt convinced that she would acquiesce
in an arrangement so fraught with
pacific possibilities. Germany would
save her face, and we would save our
BACON. (Great applause.)
Tho Chevalier WILLIAM LE QUEUX,
who was the principal guest at tho
quinquennial banquet of tbe Eocbester
Revolver Club, adumbrated a remark-
able scheme for maintaining the inter-
dynastic relations of Europe on a
harmonious basis. He proposed a
Conference of Crowned Heads to be
held in the Republic of San Marino,
before which he was prepared to submit
his plan of settling all international
disputes by reference to an official, to
lie called the Cosmic Conciliator, who
should be elected by tbe assembled
Sovereigns and bold office for life. If tbe
choice fell upon himself, as he had good
ground for believing it might, he would
not shirk the responsibilities of the
post or fail to deal faithfully with
recalcitrant potentates.
Mr. THOMAS BEECHAM, the famous
conductor, fresh from his triumphs
in Germany, addressed a meeting of
musicians at Finsbury Park last Satur-
day evening. He said that the treat-
ment of German bands was the only
outstanding question between the two
countries. He had begun to conduct
overtures with Sir EDWARD CARSON with
a view to their establishment in Ulster
under Home Rule in case his efforts to
secure their repatriation failed.
Sir WILLIAM BYLES, M.P., who pre-
sided at an extraordinary meeting of
the Bradford Branch of the Mad
Mullah Protection League, criticised
Mr. FREDERIC HARRISON'S proposal to
surrender various portions of the
Empire as timid and half-hearted. It
was no good giving up Egypt, Malta
and Gibraltar unless we also decided
to give back India to the Indians and
Australia to the aborigines. In view
of the GERMAN EMPEROR'S fondness for
yachting, Sir WILLIAM added that it
would be a gracious as well as politic
act to present him with the Isle of
Wight as a summer residence.
The Suicide Club.
"BIG DYERS' STRIKE.
5000 OPERATIVES GIVE NOTICE TO EXPIRE
IN A WEEK."
Dwulee Evening Telegraph.
"Many a wintry wind this fine old tower
lias dulled, the scorching sun has shone its
rays on its four sides for centuries."
Bury Post.
No need to bother about a south aspect
here. The north is as good as any
of them.
4-2
PUNCH, OR THE LONDON CHARIVARI.
[JANI'AKY 15, 1913.
MORE SUCCESSFUL LIVES.
Vlir. (•.(»(/ Last).— Tm: Kxri.oiii:i:.
A> the evening wore on -and one
young iiuui lifter anot her asked Jocolyu
.Monttvvor if she wore going to Ascot,
what? or to Henley, what ',' or what '.'-
she wondered more and more if this
were all that life would ever hold for
her. Would she never meet a man, a
real man who had done, something?
Tlie^e hoys around her were very
plea -ant, she admitted to herself; very
useful, indeed, she added, as one ap-
proached her with some refreshment;
hut they were only boys.
" Here you are," said Freddy, handing
her an ice in three colours. " I 've had
it made specially cold for you. They
only had the green, pink and yellow
jerseys left ; I hope you don't mind.
The green part is arsenic, I believe.
If you don't want the wafer I '11 take
it home and put it between the sashes
of my bedroom window. The rattling
kept me awake all last night. That "s
why I 'm looking so ill, by-the-way."
.locelyn smiled kindly and went on
with her ice.
'•That reminds me," Freddy went on,
" we 've got a nut here to-night. The
genuine thing. None of your society
Hurcelonas or suburban Filberts. One
of the real Cob family ; the driving -f rom-
the- sixth -tee, inset -on -the -right and
New - Year's - message - to - the - country
touch. In short, a celebrity."
'• Who '! " asked Jocelyn eagerly.
Perhaps here was a man.
" Worrell Brice, the explorer. Don't
say you haven't heard of him or Aunt
Alice will cry."
Heard of him ? Of course she had
heard of him. Who hadn't ?
Worrall Brice's adventures in distant
parts of the empire would have filled a
book— had, in fact, already filled three.
A glance at his flat in St. James's Street
gave you some idea of the adventures
he had been through. Here were the
polished spurs of his companion in the
famous ride through Australia from
south to north — all that had been left
by the cannibals of the Wogga-Wogga
River after their banquet. Here was
the poisoned arrow which, by the mer-
ciful intervention of Providence, just
niis-x-d Worrall and pierced the heart
of one of his black attendants, the
post-mortem happily revealing the pre-
sence of a new and interesting poison.
Here, again, was the rope with which
he was hanged by mistake as a spy in
South America— a mistake which would
certainly have had fatal results if he
had not had the presence of mind to
hold his breath during the performance.
In yet another corner you might see his
favourite mascot — a tooth of the shark
which hit him otT the coast of China.
Spears, knives and guns lined the walls;
every inch of the floor was covered by
shins. His flat was typical of the man
: man who had done things.
•• Introduce him to me," commanded
Jocelyn. ''Where is he'.'"
She looked up suddenly and saw him
entering the hall-room. He was of
commanding height and his face was
the face of the man who has been
exposed to the forces of Nature. The
wind, 11. e waves, the sun, the mosquito
had set their mark upon him. Down
one side of his check was a newly-
healed scar, a scratch from a hippo-
potamus in its last death-struggle. A
legacy from a bison seared his brow.
He walked with the soft easy tread
of the python, or the Pathan, or some
animal with a " pth " in it. Probably
I mean the panther. He bore himself
confidently, and his mouth was a trap
from which no superfluous word es-
caped. He was the strong silent man
of Jocelyn *s dreams.
" Mr. Worrall Brice, MissMontrevor,"
said Freddy, and left them.
Worrall Brice bowed and stood
beside her with folded arms, his gaze
fixed above her head.
"I shall not expect you to dance,"
said Joeelyn, with a confidential smile
which implied that he and she were
above such frivolities. As a matter of
fact, he could have taught her the
Wogga-Wogga one-step, the Bimbo,
the Kiyf, the Ju-bu, the Head-hunter's
Hug and many other cannibalistic steps
which, later on, were to become the rage
of London and the basis of a revue.
" I have often imagined you, as you
kept watch over your camp," she went
on, " and I have seemed myself to hear
the savages and lions roaring outside
the circle of fire, what time in the
swamps the crocodiles were barking."
"Yes," he said.
" It must be a wonderful life."
"Yes."
" If I were a man I should want to
lead such a life; to get away from all
this," and she waved her hand round
the room, "back to Nature. To know
that I could not eat until I had first
killed my dinner ; that I could not live
unless I slew the enemy ! That must
be fine! "
" Yes," said Worrall.
" I cannot get Freddy to see it. He
is quite content to have shot a few
grouse . . . and once to have wounded
a beater. There must be more in life
than that."
" Yes."
" I suppose I am elemental. Beneath
the veneer of civilisation I am a savage.
To wake up with the war-cry of the
enemy in my ears, to sleep with the —
er — barking of the crocodile in my
dreams, that is life ! "
Worrall Brice tugged at his moustache
and gazed into space over her head.
- Then ho spoko.
" Crocodiles don't bark," ho said.
.locelyn looked at him in astonishment.
" Hut in your book, Through Tracklr
| I'uths ! " she cried. " 1 know it almost
by heart. It was you who taught me.
What are the beautiful words? 'On
: the banks of the sleepy river two great
crocodiles were barking.' "
" Not ' harking,' " said Worrall.
" ' Basking.' It was a misprint."
" Oh ! " said Jocelyn. She had a
moment's awful memory of all the
occasions when she had insisted that
crocodiles harked. There had been a
particularly fierce argument with Meta
Richards, who had refused to weigh
even the printed word of Worrall Brice
against the silence of the Kepi ile House
on her last visit to the Zoo.
" Well," smiled Jocelyn, " you must
teach me about those things. Will you
come and see me ? "
" Yes," said Worrall. lie rather liked
to stand and ga/e into the distance
while pretty women talked to him.
And Jocelyn was very pretty.
" We live in South Kensington. Come
on Sunday, won't you? 9'J, Peele
Crescent."
" Yes," said Worrall.
On Sunday Jocelyn waited eagerly
for him in the drawing-room of Peele
Crescent. Her father was asleep in the
library, her mother was dead ; so she
would have the great man to herself
for an afternoon. Later she would
have him for always, for she meant to
marry him. And when they were
married she was not so sure that they
would live with the noise of the crocodile
harking or coughing, or whatever it
did, in their ears. She saw herself in
that little house in Green Street with
the noise of motor-horns and taxi-
whistles to soothe her to sleep.
Yet what a man he was! What had
he said to her? She went over all his
words. . . . They were not man}-.
At six o'clock she was still waiting in
the drawing-room at Peele Crescent . . .
At six-thirty Worrall Brice had got
as far as Peele Place . . .
A't six-forty-five he was back in
Radclifie Square again . . .
At seven o'clock, just as he was
giving himself up for lost, he met a taxi
and returned to St. James's Street. He
was a great traveller, but South Ken-
sington had been too much for him.
Next week he went back unmarried
to the jungle. It was the narrowest
escape he had had. And he would have
hated Green Street. A. A. M.
JAKUABT 15. 1913.]
rUNCH. Oil TIIK U»NI>0\ CIIAKIV AIM.
HULLO, WALTZ-TIKE!
'I'm: (ireat Central Hall of the Hop
Market was tlio scene, on Monday l;isi,
of u remarkable meeting, convened by
tlio Society for Promoting (iraceful
Deportment, and presided over by Mr.
Cecil Ffoulke-Lormg, the famous
iterpsichorean professor, with a view to
'reviving; the famous Old English ihuirrs
associated with tlio Merrie England of
the past.
liefore addressing the meeting, Pro-
s' Ffoulke-Loring read letters and
telegrams from several distinguished
Iympathia0rs with the movement .
1 11 'i'd CURZON wrote: "I cordially
approve of the aim of the meeting.
Drrorum is the inalienable Ijeritage of
I lie Uritish race, though the exhibitions
witnessed in modern ball-rooms suggest
that wo have exchanged the cult of
Terpsichore for that of St. Yitus. It
should bo our duty to call in the Old
World to redress the outrages of the
New."
Sir HERBERT BEERHOHM TREE tele-
graphed : " Am with you he.artand sole."
Mr. FILSON YOUNO wrote : " Modern
life is sadly lacking in dignity and dis-
tinction, and it is strange to note in
persons of birth and breeding a ten-
dency to relapse, in moments of ex-
hilaration, to the simian contortions of
the primitive savage. Any effort to
combat this retrograde tendency will
receive 'my most cordial and italic
support."
Professor Ffoulke-Loring, who was
very heartily received, drew the atten- 1
tion of his audience to the circumstance
that unless steps were at once taken j
there was ever^danger of certain of the
dances to which the feet of our ancestors
and ancestresses kept happy time re-
maining for ever in the oblivion in
which they were now buried. This
would be a very regrettable calamity.
Eeeords of the past told him that the
\valtx, the polka and the lancers were
onco ingredients of the life of Merrie
Kngland, and he had himself conversed
\viili persons who could recall these
measures and the pleasure they had
taken in footing them. At a house in
May fair ho had found a comely lady of
forty who distinctly recollected waltz-
ing (as it was called) at a ball in London.
There was nothing, sho was convinced,
iu the rag-time dances of the present
— the Hugs and Trots and Cuddles and
Strangles and Tangos — which could
compare with the waltz for enjoyment.
He had discovered, the Professor con-
tinued, that musicians had existed who
wrote nothing but music for this par-
ticular dance, and in Vienna, which he
had recently visited, there were persons |
>lill true to it. It was indeed from.the I
S1
LL
Maid. "YES, MUM; AND SHE WALKS OUT nnour.AR AT NIGHTS WITH Mn. Rnowx, TH«
P.UTCIIKll, AMD EVEN TAKES 'IS ABM ', AH1 Mil. BROWS '8 A MARRIED MAN, AS1 Sin: KNOWS
IT AND 'E KNOWS IT, TOO."
notes which he had taken in Vienna
that he hoped to reconstruct tho waltz
for the purposes of their Society.
As to his adventures in search of the
correct steps of the other obsolete dances
which ho had mentioned — the polka
and the lancers — he would at the present
moment say nothing.
NY hat was very strongly felt, both by
himself and his committee, was that, if
only a few negroes could be induced to
take them up, all these dances would
instantly ho received into favour by
the Smart Set of England and their
prosperity be assured.
Mr. Ffoulke-Loring then read the
list of subscriptions towards the great
work to which he had set. his hand,
including £50, ear-marked for waltzing
reconstruction, from Messrs. Giddy and
Giddy. He had also had a promise of
support from the well-known pugilist
and bridegroom, Mr. JACK JOHNSON.
(Great enthusiasm.)
A resolution in favour of urging tho
Government to appoint a Royal Com-
mission to inquire into the Decadence
of Dancing having been unanimously
passed, the meeting broke up to tho
strains of the " Mabel " Waltz.
•11
PUNCH, OR THE LONDON CHARIVARI.
A FLUTTER ON THE FLAT.
WHEN wo were married, Elrnira's
mint gave us a picture of JONAH and
the Whale, and after considerable dis-
cussion we decided to hang it in the
bathroom. There is nothing indelicate
about the work— if you knew Ehnira's
aunt you would be quite certain of that
—and indeed it is difficult to be sure
what precise moment in the Scriptural
drama the artist endeavoured to seize.
The prophet is fully clothed, and there
is a kindly, almost quizzical expression
on the face of the sea-monster. Neither
of us, Elmira nor I, considers the thing
very beautiful, and, except when Miss
Tompkinson seemed likely to call, we
felt that the bathroom was the most
suitable home for it. It hangs just
over the geyser and looks, I think,
rather well.
At four o'clock last Thursday after-
noon the dreaded event happened, and,
in accordance with the pre-arranged
scheme, as soon as I heard the draw-
ing-rooni door closed on our visitor
I took a chair and a bamboo-stick
and, successfully gaffing the master-
piece, hastened towards my study with
at
on to
it. Unhappily, before I could get! there,
the drawing-room door opened again.
Without a doubt, Elmira's aunt in-
tended to be shown round the flat, and
since my study is opposite the drawing-
room there was nothing to be done but
to take refuge in the kitchen. As Fate
would have it, this was, of course, the
very room which Elmira's aunt im-
mediately wished to inspect. Perhaps
she wanted to look at the colander — -
I know there is a colander because I
have paid foi it, but I have never yet
been allowed to see it at its work ; or
it may have been the nutmeg-grater —
I am told we have a very beautiful nut-
meg-grater. Anyhow, before they came
in I bolted with a cry of alarm into the
larder and slammed the door. Then
I realised that I was trapped again, for
there is no bolt on the inside of the
larder door. It would have been absurd
for the master of the house to be dis-
covered weltering amongst the remains
of the cold mutton, clasping the repre-
sentation of a Biblical crisis under one
arm. So I crawled with some difficulty
through the larder window on to the
roof — ours is the highest flat in the
buildings — and dragged the seascape
after me.
It is a great pity that people should
go and leave unnecessary nails sticking
out of window-casements and that it
is not someone's business to keep the
slates of London roofs clean. I made
my way, however, with a little trouble,
to the sky-light over the landing and
dropped down opposite our front door.
I was just going to let myself in when
I heard voices on the other side.
Apparently Elmira's aunt was just
going to leave. I felt that she must
havo°been disappointed at not seeing
her picture, but it was too late to bother
about that now— at any rate, she had
not seen it over the geyser. The one
thing to do was to escape, and, since
our lift is temporarily disabled, I ran
downstairs into the street — it was the
only way. Several people looked
me rather curiously when I got on
the pavement, and I suppose it is a
little unusual for an English gentleman
to take the air in a rather grimy con-
dition with no hat on and a large rent
in his trousers, and carrying a bamboo
stick in one hand and a large picture of
a devotional nature in the other. I did
not see 'the joke myself. To avoid
ostentation I summoned a taxi-cab.
" Wtiere to ? " shouted the man at the
wheel, and I said, rather recklessly
perhaps, " The Royal Academy." When
we were about half-way there I decided
that the coast must be clear, and told
the man to turn round and go back.
Still rather unmanned, but feeling con-
siderably relieved, I let myself into the
flat and immediately came face to face
with Elmira and her aunt.
"Oh, you've got it!" said Elmira
(I married Elmira partly for her quick
intuitions), clasping her hands and
positively beaming. " I was just telling
Auntie that we broke the glass of her
beautiful picture while we were trying
to hang it in the drawing-room this
morning, and that I had sent you off
to get it mended at once."
If you stay at our flat
you
will
probably notice the picture of JONAH
and the Whale while you take your
morning tub ; it imparts an air of salt
water. It is placed just over the
geyser, and on the wall opposite I have
hung a bamboo walking-stick.
" The daily round, the common task."
"Marriage Licence £2; Special about £30."
Lctts's Diary.
This comes under the general heading
of " Daily Wants Dictionary." Some
people are always drifting into habits.
Record Foot- Wear.
" His Honour Judge Gent, at the Launcos-
ton County Court, delivered judgment in the
case of Ashton v. Cann, concerning the alleged
purchase of defendant's sock for £'2,000. "
Devon and Exeter Gazette.
THE TORTURE.
[" And the hoofiid heel of a satyr crushes
The chestnut-husk at the chestnut-root."
— Atalanta in Calydon.]
Is there At6 for the drunkard ?
i Is there sorrow for the fool ?
Is it dreadful to be bunkered ?
Is there pain when love grows cool ?
Ah, but hope more surely withers,
Pleasure dies and joys are o'er
When I 've failed to tell old Smithera
(Best of chaps, but how ho blithers !)
That I 'vo heard the little story that
he wants to tell before.
Mere politeness starts the error ;
He dislikes to think it stale ;
Ah, but the unholy terror
On my lying lips and pale
As he turns on me his glances !
How I tremble in my joints
As the anecdote advances,
As I fail to seize the chances
Of the proper mode of laughter for
the prefatory points 1
Will he tell it as my father
Told it mo when I was young ?
Will he use the version rather
That the poet CHAUCER sung ?
Thoughts like these begin to harrow
As he quarries that antique
Shaft of humour like an arrow
From an early English barrow
While the perspiration oozes and
comes trickling down my cheek.
Yea, and what if some suspicion
Cross his mind before the end?
What if by some thought-transmission
He should find me out? 0 friend,
You who read the subtle novels
Of the school of HENBY JAMES,
You can guess the imp that grovels
Darkly in my cranial hovels
As the jest winds slowly seawards to
the full-mouthed roar it claims.
Ay, and if the end completed
All the anguish, all the pain ;
If those moments tense and heated
Passed, and I might breathe again ; :
No, for sometimes rnid the thunder
Of my mirth the man recalls
How he split his sides asunder
Whilst I sat in wan-cheeked wonder
When we heard that joke last Christ-
mas cracked upon the music-
halls. EVOE.
"Dr. Waldio was a native of Linlithgow,
and the anniversary of his birth occurs this
year. ' ' — Scotsman.
There is always something remarkable
about a Scotchman.
From a letter in The Standard : —
"Sir, — Never at any time noted amongst:
nations for good manners, I find on my return
from abroad after an absence of ten years
that English manners are now utterly a thing
of the past."
The writer is too diffident about him-
self. We happen to know that Holland
was charmed with his behaviour.
JANUARY 15, 1913.]
PUNCH, OR THE LONDON CHARIVARI.
45
THE BILLIARD-ROOM.
THERE was no possible mistake about
it. "Billiard-room" — those were the
words; and as a billiard-room was a
sine qua won, and the rest of the de-
scription of the house seemed satis-
factory and its situation was agreeable,
I chartered a car at enormous expense
— no one can call tenpcnco a mile any-
thing but enormous expense — and
hurried away with an " order to view."
It was not a bad house. The agent's
printed words and the edifice cannot bo
said exactly to have run in double
harness; but it was not a bad house.
I don't say I should myself have called
it precisely " old world," but then I am
rather fastidious about epithets ; and it
was obvious that if one of the alleged
seven bedrooms was used as a dressing-
room the number of the bedrooms
would be reduced to six; that is to
say, the house possessed either seven
bed-rooms and no dressing-room, or a
dressing-room and six bedrooms, but
under no conditions seven bedrooms as
well as a dressing-room, as the specifi-
cation would have you think. Still, it
•was not a bad house.
Having seen all over it I asked the
"caretaker on premises" if I might
now look at the billiard-room.
" Billiard-room ? " she said vaguely.
I showed her the agent's list, with
the smiling announcement in black-
and-white.
She read it, but was still nonplussed.
At last a light broke in. "Oh, yes,"
she said, "I suppose they mean the
attic ; " and she again led the way
upstairs to a point on the top landing
beneath a trap-door in the ceiling.
" They mean that," she said. "Would
you like to go up? There's a ladder
close by."
I declined. A half-size bagatelle-
board might conceivably be insinuated
through this trap and erected on the
unstable floor; but nothing bigger or
heavier ; and as for light . . ' .
This — and many similar experiences
— make it necessary to address to the
house-agency profession (or is it craft ?)
the following epistle : —
DEAR SIRS, — May I draw your at-
tention to an old aphorism, " Honesty
is the best policy " ? Not that I think
you exactly dishonest — that is perhaps
too strong a term for deviations from
accuracy which are prompted, I am
convinced, by no more culpable motives
than the desire to see properties change
hands, house-hunters satisfied, and
yourselves the recipients of commis-
sion. None the less, there are only
two things: truth and that which is
not truth ; and you might just as well
pin your faitli to truth as to the other \
••PARDON ME, MADAM, BUT son 'BE STANDING OH MY FEET."
" IF YOU WERE ANYTHING OP A UAH YOO *D BE STANDING OH THEM YOUBSEUT."
fellow. For consider how short a run
your untruth has. It is discovered
almost instantly.
I suppose that to suggest that you
should yourselves see all the houses on
your lists is to become unpractical.
I feel sure I shall be told so. Let that
point then go. But since you cannot
conduct your business thoroughly and
are content to recommend piga in
pokes, in defiance of sound commercial
principles, may I implore you to take
such a simple precaution as to ask the
owners of the houses on your books for
measurements ? That surely would be
easy and save many fruitless journeys
on the part of house-hunters.
The other day one of your fraternity
sent me into the country to a distant
spot to sco a " Grange." Will it be
believed that when I reached it I found
a semi-detached villa? And this after
I had given a full account of the kind
of isolated d\velling I desired 1
But enough. You are for the most
part amiable gentlemen and I like to
watch you. And no doubt when one
is, so to speak, not a real business man
at all but a commender of other people's
wares and a dependent upon commis-
sion, one gets into florid habits of per-
suasive speech. All the same, I am
convinced you would lose nothing in
the long run if you occasionally saw
a house for yourselves and if you
always aimed at a frugal accuracy
in describing them.
" The manager . . . has been sent on a tour
of the European countries to collect special! tit s
and luxuries of cuisine in each country [for
the new Hamburg-American liner]. Sweden
will be represented by Stockholm's speciality
hors d'ceuvres, Russia by caviare and bosch
(soups)." — Daily yews and Leader.
Caviare is, of course, a clear soup. You
should see P. W. W. and the other
young tigers of The Daily News re-
newing their youth on it 1
PUNCH, OR THE LONDON CHARIVABI. [JAKPABT 15, 1913.
OUT OF HIS ELEMENT.
Good-natured Sportsman (on receiving a cup of tea). "WELI., CHEEE-O, EVEETBODT!"
A TRANSFORMATION SCENE.
[" At the Zoological Gardens the nxololl, a large newt living entirely
in water, has been induced to change into an amblystoma, a typical
land-animal." — The Times.}
"You 're merely idiotic, •with your talk of special diet —
As if a dish of dragon-fly would serve to keep me quiet I
It 'B anger, Sir — an anger I am powerless to bottle,
Which ruins my digestion," quoth the pallid axolotl.
" Come, frankly, Mr. Keeper, Sir — explain to me, what is it
That makes mo pine in solitude for days without a visit ?
While, if a stranger does appear, immediately the brute
Hurries away, remarking, ' Ugh I A creepy-crawly newt 1 ' "
" Er," said the keeper thoughtfully, — " er — well, tho public
taste
In matters zoological is shockingly debased,
And so " "You can't imagine that your superficial
rot '11
Impose upon," tho other said, " a clever axolotl ?
"No; let me own the horrid truth : though very lithe and
active,
The sad conviction dogs me that I cannot be attractive I
Now if I were an elephant, a kangaroo, or someone "
" Why, then your course is plain enough," tho keeper said ;
" become one 1
" Become one, axolotl dear I Imagine the sensation 1
ThcTvmcs will print a paragraph about your transformation !
If in making a selection I can be of any use, you
Have only got to mention it. Now do lot me induce yon !
" The lion is a noble beast, the panther is unpleasant,
The monkey — no, the monkey-house is over-full at present ;
The skunk is reckoned fetching, though a rather strong
aroma "
Eureka I " cried tho happy newt, " I '11 bo — an ambly-
stomal"
" Good ! " said the keeper, skilfully dissembling his amaze ;
" You couldn't choose a better if you thought of it for days I
An ambly . . that's the very thing to suit tho Gardens
nicely !
You'll work the trick, I think you said — at what o'clock
precisely ? "
" Good Sir," replied the other, " pray consider the unfitness
Of (so to speak) disrobing in tho presence of a witness 1
As soon as you have disappeared tho process will be
started.
Hence, hence, away, immodest man!" The keeper then
departed.
Forthwith the gallant newt began some complicated move-
ments
Essential to " extensive alterations and improvements,"
Till finally, relapsing in a state of placid coma,
He slept — an axolotl ; and awoke — an amblystoma 1
DECA.XUS.
Scylla and Charybdis.
" Dean Ingo in an interview yesterday said that no stone vrouM be
left unturned to stop the scheme for a tramway beneath St. Paul's."
Daily Sketch.
The DKAN'S threat strikes at tlie very foundations of tho
cathedral.
PUNCH. OR THE LONDON CHABIYARL— JANUARY 15, 1913.
WHO'S AFBAID?
JANUARY 15, 1913.1
PUNCH, OK THE LONDON CHARIVARI.
49
ESSENCE OF PARLIAMENT.
(EXTRACTED rnoii THE DIAIIY o» TOBY, JI.P.)
TIM IIEALT, whilo HAYES-FISHER was speaking, " took a census."
House of Commons, Monday, January
6. — As the 15th of January approaches,
bringing fulfilment of promise of
£d. for id. through operation of In-
surance Act, Questions designed to
hamper accomplishment of the benefi-
cent work fall off in number. To-day
there was, by exception, remarkable
recrudescence. Probably a final foray,
it beat the record. Of eighty-six
Questions on papor the first thirty-one
wore addressed to FINANCIAL SEC-
RETARY TO THE TREASURY. Each
presented a more or less cleverly con-
structed conundrum suggesting diffi-
culties in working the Act. The number
•was increased by ten, MASTEHMAN,
Ready as usual to take on fresh
work, answering for CHANCELLOR OP
EXCHEQUER to whom they were ad-
dressed. This made forty-one Questions,
nearly one-half of the whole replied to
by a single Minister.
Statement only partially represents
the case. With few exceptions each
of the Questions was a congeries of
interrogation. Thus whilst they num-
bered up to forty-ono they actually
presented ninety separate and distinct
enquiries, each calling for detailed
reply. Nor is this all. Ministerial
answer was invariably followed by
crowd of Supplementary Questions.
The minimum was two; the average
three ; sometimes the number ran up to
six. Taking the average as three we
have 123 supplementing what may be
called the mother questions, bringing
up the total to 213.
Purists in Parliamentary procedure
might be disposed to describe this as
disorderly debate, outraging funda-
mental principle upon which . the
Eractice of seeking useful information
•om Ministers is based. Not at all.
It is the latest development of the
Question-hour. If some score of Mem-
bers who, in obedience to Standing
Order, have given notice of their Ques-
tions and duly placed them on the Paper,
find the list closed by time limit before
their names are called on, it is their mis-
fortune. They should either ask Sup-
plementary Questions or give private
notice to a Minister of intention to
cross-examine him on a particular
point. By this last device they would
gain the privilege of reading their
Question aloud, a delight denied to the
commonplace Member who subjects
himself to the spirit and the letter of
the Standing Order governing the
Question-hour.
Business done. — Clause 13 of Welsh
Church Disestablishment Bill added in
Committee. Long debate left undeter-
mined the crucial question, " What is a
layman ? "
Tuesday. — Read sometimes in the
papers of the silver market going
" up " or " down " so many points.
Don't know why it should do either,
or indeed why it shouldn't. Equal
mystery broods over recently born
absorbing passion of RUPERT GWTNNE,
known in smoking-room conversation
as " Silver-Market " GWYNNE. To-day
he rose ten points — I mean ten times
— with searching inquiry about that
purchase of silver (or was it a sale?)
on account of Indian Government.
India Office, in reply to questions
with which they have been bombarded
during last couple of months, stato
that by clever management the City
firm entrusted with the business out-
witted group of market operators and
saved tho Treasury £100,000. " Silver-
Market" GWYNNE, whose intimacy with
intricacies of the trade is extensive and
peculiar, knows better.
Hence severe catechism to which
from time to time ho subjects represen-
tative of India Office. Of late has eased
off a little. Sometimes whole week
passes without our hearing from him.
Then, as to-day, he starts afresh. Ever
in the same unimpassioned manner, the
same monotonous tone, and withal tho
same unmistakable air of conveying to
House impression that if he were to tell
all he knew he would make its flesh
creep and its hair uprise in affright.
By accident there are two Members
seated in close proximity below Gang-
way, each bubbling with possession of
secret information, both restrained by
fetters of Parliamentary procedure from
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PUNCH, OK THE LONDON CHARIVAltf.
[.JANUARY 15, 1913.
telling all they know. How different
i-i their manner of comporting them-
selves ! " Silver - Market " G \VYNX i ' ,
standing by Front Bench, from corner
seat of which COUSIN Ilucm is periodi-
ciilly evicted, is depressed with secret
knowledge of dark doings in the City.
Mr. GINXKLII, rising from second bench
behind him, is ebullient with information
that makes mystery of robbery of Crown
Jewels from Dublin Castle clear as noon-
day. Whilst one, putting his question,
remains impassive, looking as if a silver
florin wouldn't melt in his mouth, the
other is almost blatant in desire to.
impart his private information. On?
Monday ho started at a gallop, resolved
to make a complete exposure. Com-
menced to cite a list of namss of noble
lords and others alleged to be
implicated, when SPE'AKEI:
hastily interposed and ho
was compelled to resume
his seat.
Up again a moment later,
prepared to go on fresh tack.
Has invented and developed
improved system of putting
Supplementary Questions.
Others trust to inspiration
and spur of moment ; Mr.
GINNKI.L brings down with
liini Supplementary Ques-
tions more or less illegibly
written out on scraps of
paper, which sometimes get
mixed up, with hopeless
result. Proposed to read one
of these, but SPEAKER called
on Member next in order-
on Questiom Paper, and,
before Mr. GINNELL knew
where he was, House was
led off on quite another line.
So lie perforce remained
Welsh
liocn
SCOTT DICKSON in debate on
Church Disestablishment Bill,
arguing that it is easy to distinguish
between a churchman and a member of
a nonconformist body, SCOTT DICKSO.N
testified that there would be great
'difficulty in Scotland in distinguishing
between a IT. F. Churchman and a
Free Churchman.
This knocked BOCK over; but only
for a moment.
"I will not," he said, recovering his
breath, " follow the right honourable
gentleman into the realm of Scottish
metaphysics or Scottish ecclesiastic-ism.
I feel tho difficulty that, whereas the
short but practical English Catechism
begins by asking what is your name,
the Scottish Catechism starts with the I
THE DOMESTIC PROBLEM
BOLTED.
ls~ consequence of the success attend-
ing the new style of advertisement for
domestic help, Mr. Punch begs Id
announce that he lias opened a column
on similar lines. Harassed mistresses
will do well to adjust their old-fashioned
ideas to modern requirements, for, as
the subjoined specimens show, it is l>v
alluring and attractive advertisement
only that the heart of the independent
domestic can be reached.
Mr.
seated, studying with puzzled counten-
ance his perverse memoranda.
litisiru'ss done. — In Committee on
Home Rule Bill. Amendment carried
by overwhelming majority embodying
principle of proportional representation
in now Irish Parliament. But, though
sound of division bell brings in a crowd,
desolate appearance of benches -while
debate goes forward remains. TIM
Hi M,Y, most constant in attendance,
confided to House that while HAYES-
FISHEB was speaki ng he ' 'took a census."
He found there were present twenty-one
Liberals, fifteen Tories, and seventeen
Nationalists; total fifty-three. This
interesting return accurately represents
measure of interest displayed in Bill,
for discussing Report Stage of which
an allotment of seven days is denounced
as shamefully inadequate.
Friday — Should a red herring be
expected to touch the point ? Question
arises upon remark interpolated by
pu/zler,
SITUATIONS VACANT.
COOK. — Age and salary to suit appli-
cant. Outings, day a week, week-end
month, every Sunday. Mistress good-
tempered and short-sighted.
Master deaf and easy-going, j
Neighbourhood noted for j
handsome policemen. Fol-
lowers winked at in kitchen.
Gramophone in scullery.
Lib. perks; no cap. Good
time guaranteed. — Apply,
MHS. BATKHAM, Whitelands,
Park View, New Dulwich.
NUI;SE -HOUSEMAID. — 3
children, 2 could be disposed
of during day. Well-trained
baby. Vacuum flask for
night 'bottle. Luxurious !
nursery. White pram, smart
uniform provided. Choice of
v.-alks, no questions asked.
Novelettes not objected to.
— Apply, The Nest, Mea-
{lowsideRoad.Brondesbury.
P A if r, o ir r: M A i n. — £3 it.
Sobriety and cleanliness not
essential. Outings by re-
quest. Family entertain at
restaurants. Spare time
What is the ultimate end of for blouse making and hat trimming
guaranteed daily. Frequent gifts from
Mistress's smart wardrobe. Servant's
SECRET INFOESUTION TO MAKK YOUR pr.rcsir
(Crown Jewels) and Mr. GWYNXE (Silver Market)
promptly retorted SCOTT
is a very good red herring.
man ?
"That,"
DrcKSON, '
But it does not touch the point."
Complimentary allusion to quality of
an opponent's fish was in good taste,
maintaining high level of courtesy in
Parliamentary debate. But it leaves
undetermined the problem whether a
red herring, good, bad or indifferent,
may reasonably be expected to " touch
the point." If answer be in the
affirmative, it would be interesting to
know what consequences may be ex-
pected to follow upon impact. '
riitsincss done.— Week wound up with
Welsh Church Disestablishment Bill
still in Committee. Ministerial majority
steadily maintained at or about six
score, being something like twenty
above normal.
MOTTO POP. UNIOKISTS.— Foi ft Loi!
Free ticket for Cinema
No cold meat. — Apply,
hall overlooks street. Young superior
tradesmen call_ daily. Use of piano
and bicycle,
twice a week.
The Oasis, Fitzwilliam Hill, Hampstead.
GENEKAL. — Comf. home. Wages
£42. No tax, no stairs, no windows,
no children, no coals, no washing.
Daughters willingly undertake heavy
work. Servants' relatives welcomed
and entertained in kitchen. Fancy-
work encouraged. Early riser pre-
ferred, but not essential. No cap, no
flues ; feather bed. — Apply, MRS. HOPE,
The Moorings, Winchmore Hill.
Intensive Culture in the East.
'I They arc nipping in tho bud tho seeds,
which they aro endeavouring to sow in the
interest of tho upheaval of Indian women
on the lines o! modern European civilisation."
Allahabad ficader.
JANUARY 15, 191:).]
PUNCH, OR THE LONDON CHARIVARI.
FIDO.
LAST \\cek the idea came to mo in a
bright moment to call upon Suzanne
and make lirr an oiler of marriage, and
as il \Viis I'onr in Hie iifternoon I d,
lo put on my best suit and commence
immediately. Ushered into her mother's
drawing-room, T found her alone on the
sofa holding in her lap what, appeared
at first sight to he a piece of disused
hearthrug.
" Hnllo, James, deal- old tiling," she
said, "come and ho introduced to
Mm maduke."
I advanced and poked the object with
some idea of discovering its nature.
It gave vent to a horrible squeal, and
I sprang hack in alarm.
" My goodness," I said, " the thing 's
alive."
"Of course it is. What did you
expect '.' "
I approached again and looked at it
closely.
" But what is it ? " I asked.
'• Why, it 's a dog, of course."
" A dog! "
" Yes, a dog. What did you think
it was? "
" I thought it was a pen-wiper."
Suzanne pouted.
" You 're a very fine dog, aren't
you?" she said, addressing the insect.
" Good old Fido," I said.
" His name isn't Fido," said Suzanne.
" It 's Marmaduke."
" Oh ! What makes you think that ? "
'• Why, bless the man, "she exclaimed,
" 1 call him Marmaduke, so he is
Marmaduke, isn't he?"
" No," I said, " he isn't. I always
call dogs Fido ; and I see no reason
now to abandon the custom, so I shall
continue to speak of him as Fido."
Suxanne made a gesture of impatience.
" Oh, well, ring for tea anyway," she
said.
I had got the best of the argument,
and I rejoiced about it at the time, but
1 am inclined to think that a little
diplomacy would perhaps have been
wiser.
I had not however called upon Suzanne
that afternoon for the sole purpose of
putting her right in the matter of her
dog's name. I had a more delicate feat
to perform, and, while wearing an air
of easy nonchalance and touching lightly
on the topics of the day, I deftly ap-
proached the question which lay so near
my heart.
With the advent of tea I began to
skirmish about the bush.
I helped myself to a fair-sized muffin.
It is a good thing to have something
substantial to hold on to in a crisis.
" You may have noticed, my dear
Suxanne," I began, "that I have been
Mutlier. " LUCKY BOY, GKRALD. VXCLE CHARLES SAYS UK'S ooixo TO TAKE YOU TO
TJANE AOAIX THIS YEAH. WELL, YOU DON'T LOOK VEKY PLEASED."
(lerahl. " On, IT 's VERY KIND OF UNCLE AND ALL THAT, BUT ox TJIESK OCCASIONS HE
ALWAYS BEHAVES JUST LIKE A KID."
paying you what I may describe as
marked attentions for no little time."
I took a bite of muffin and gazed at
her over the top of it to observe the
effect of my words.
" I come round here on fine after-
noons," I pursued, " when I might he —
working. I take you to dances and for ,
your sake endure sleepless nights —
and — sleepy days. I give you boxes of j
chocolates in season and out of season.
In short, I would appear to be de-
cidedly . . . fpris ... if you know the
word ..."
" Of course I know the word," she
interrupted. " Why, I believe you
learnt it from me."
"Possibly," I said. "But that is beside
the point. The point is why — why do
I do all this ? "
" Goodness knows."
" I will tell you. It is because I am,
in fact . . . dpris."
Suzanne, overcome with sweet modest
blushes, gazed with downcast eyes at
Fido curled up in her lap, and vouch-
safed no reply.
" And yet," I continued, " neither
your father nor your mother has made
bold to ask me my intentions. Bather
singular, isn't it ? ''
I took another bite of muffin.
" I might, without exaggeration, say
very singular."
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[.JANUARY 15, 1913.
"In their absence," said Suzanne,
" I must apologise for them. They are
both a little forgetful."
" That may be," I replied with dig-
niu. "but it remains to bo said that
MIO-.I men would have la ken advantage
of this and gone off and been lost alto-
gether. However," I added, "I am
made of different stuff or east in a
different mould — I forget which — and
1 have come here to-day to make a
voluntary declaration."
"You overwhelm me!" exclaimed
Suzanne.
" I ought perhaps to tell you that
this is not at all the sort of marriage I
expected to contract when I started out
in life. I thought then that I should
probably wed a society beauty and have
my photograph in The Taller . . . but
somehow you have crept into my heart
— or whatever the technical expression
is— and . . . and, in short, I ... love
you."
At this critical point in my declara-
tion Suzanne, shaken no doubt by a
very natural emotion, spilt some hot tea
on to Fido. It was, of course, a pure
accident, but the little beast worked
itself up into a fearful state about it,
squealing in a more horrible manner
than before.
She caught it up in her arms, kissing
it and begging to be forgiven.
" -My poor darling ! Was it scalded,
then?"
It was too much.
" Come, come," I said, " you really
must leave your toys alone now and
attend to me. Let us put Fido away
in the cupboard."
Suzanne stood up, panting with in-
dignation. Then she gnashed her little
teeth. I became alarmed. It seemed
as if no language would occur to her
mind sufficiently frightful to meet the
situation.
I felt somehow at the time that it
was not a propitious moment for my
proposal, but I had put my hand to
the plough, and I am of the race that,
having done this, never lets go.
" Joking apart," I said, " I love you,
and I want you to be my wife."
There was a long, a very long pause.
You could have beard a pin drop. (But
I have observed that in real life pins
rarely fall at such times.)
" My wife," I repeated. " Think of
that."
Suzanne gazed at me in solemn
silence. She was, to all appearances,
thinking of it. Then she kissed Fido.
" You may have the refusal of
me for seven days," I added. "An
option."
She re-seated herself, and spoke at
last with great deliberation.
" Marmadukeand I," she said, " take
the very earliest opportunity of declin-
ing your kind offer."
I could hardly believe my ears. A
lifelong confidence in those features was
rudely shaken.
" But surely," I cried, " surely you
love me '! "
Suzanne looked mo straight in the
face, with an expression of perfect
candour in her big blue eyes.
" Yes, James," she said, " I do. I
will not conceal the fact. I love you
deeply."
" Then why," I exclaimed, " why
this diffidence? It is due to some
girlish whim."
"No, James," she replied, "it is the
mature decision of a woman ripe in
years and wisdom."
I could not understand her attitude.
It is a matter of common knowledge
that Suzanne is only nineteen.
"I need a second muffin," I said.
"This xinlooked-for development finds
me unprepared."
With tears in her eyes she handed
me the muffin dish.
" Now," I said, " if you love me what
is the impediment to our marriage ? I
know of no family feud. Can it be
Eugenics ? Is it that I am a confirmed
muffin-eater? "
She shook her head.
" It is because you do not really love
me," she said.
I gasped. I could think of no ade-
quate reply. I had so obviously been
in love with her for weeks.
" Will you kindly explain ? " I said at
last with a sort of calm resignation.
" How shall I begin ? " she asked.
"Begin with a few introductory
bars," I said patiently, "and then
announce the principal theme con
amore on the wood-wind."
" Well," she said, " you know the old
saw or adage that goes, ' Love me, love
my dog ' ? "
I felt misgivings.
"Yes. Well?"
" Do you love Marmaduke ? Assur-
edly not. Then how can you love me ? "
[ felt competent to deal with the
difficulty. I can depart from the truth
as gracefully as most men when the
occasion demands it.
" Indeed," I said impressively, " I
have the greatest affection for Fido."
" How do you show it ? You come
in here this afternoon and greet him
with a heartless prod. You wilfully
mistake him for a pen-wiper. Subse-
quently you propose putting him away
in the cupboard, and, worst of all, you
insist on calling him Fido when you
know his name is Marmaduke."
I saw that the evidence was strongly
against me. I tried another line of
defence.
" After all," I said, " what are pro-
verbs? Wise men make them and
F-F-Fido repeats them."
Suzanne raised her eyebrow's.
" Marmaduke, I presume you mean? "
At this moment the door opened and
a lady visitor came in.
" Back at last," she said ; " and thanks
so much, dear, for looking after my
darling pet."
Suzanne introduced me.
" Is that your dog? " I asked. " Such
a nice affectionate little thing. And
what do you call it ? "
"Topsy."
LOCAL INFLUENCE.
ENVIRONMENT, not man-made laws,
Is Public Virtue's primal cause.
This is a truth we may apply
To London's many motor-bi.
You 've never seen the virtuous
Apparent in the motor-bus?
Then go to Whitehall and behold
The monsters being as good as gold,
And note how cautious, quiet and slow
A nicely mannered bus can go ;
Not only one, but one and all,
It is a sight to see them crawl —
Bi, which in any other place
Go at a most appalling pace.
Why is it then that Whitehall should
Inspire the bad and make them good ?
This Whitehall, which, a month agone,
Was where they used to carry on
As nowhere else ? What influence
Promotes this new-born innocence?
Myself, I like herein to see
A locus pccnitentice.
(Or, spoken in the modem way,
A locus 'pcenitentice.)
Let not the cynic say, " Mayhap,
This Whitehall has become a trap."
Gems of Style.
"Kings, presidents and cabinets are but
pawns in the great international game of
bluff, yet the winning card is seldom played."
— " The Torn Card." by William le Queux
in " The Story-Teller."
Hitting wildly to leg at a fault from
his adversary's mashie he scored a well-
deserved goal.
Our South American Supplement.
" He : 'I wonder how it is a girl can't catch
a ball like a man.'
She : ' Oh, a man is so much bigger and
easier to catch.'
The fruit trees in general arc similarly
affected, light yields being the rule. The
prices are well sustained.
A heavy fine is to be imposed on any d<:-
:aulter to the agreement, the proceeds of
which are to bo given to the fund raised on
behalf of the newspaper vendors in this city.
The list of prize-winners was as follows : — "
Buenos Aires Herald.
JANUABY 15, 1913.]
PUNCH, OR THE LONDON CHARIVARI.
53
THE. P»»LU STOP.
THE LITTLE BLACK MARKS THAT MEAN SO MUCH.
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PUNCH, OR THE LONDON CHARIVARI.
[JANUARY 15, 1913.
AFTER THE CHILDREN'S WELFARE EXHIBITION.
"1 CAN COKWALLY RECOMMEND THESE "I'll AFRAID, SlB, I SHALL HAVE TO " YES, FATHER, THE PAXTOMIME 'S AMUS-
CAKEB, MlSS GLADYS J THEY ABE HADE WITH LEAVE YOUB SCHOOL. THE SUBSOIL I FIND ING ENOUGH, BUT THIS HEATED ATMOSPHKim
A l.IBEBAL PERCENTAGE OV ALBUMEN." IB CLAY — SO CONDUCIVE TO BHEU31ATISM." IS NO DOUBT IMPREGNATED WITH BACTEUIA."
THE ROMANCE OF A BILL OF COSTS.
IT has lately been my good fortune to be enabled to
study an old bill of costs sent in to their client by Messrs.
Ginnyfee, Hitter and Server, formerly (and still, for aught
I know) a well-known and highly-respected firm of solicitors.
Set out, as it is, in the unadorned but convincing style of
a lawyers' document it has a certain homely eloquence of its
own and reveals qualities which have made some English-
men what they are.
The hero, if I may so term him, of the story appears to
have leased a little house at a rent which he cheerfully
neglected to pay. There are no circumlocutions about the
beginning of the narrative, no investigations into obscure
matters of heredity and early history. It plunges head-first
into the thick of things in the following fashion : —
" 18 — , July-August. Costs of obtaining judgment
against Mr. T. F. Hartupp for possession of 33, Cul-
verwell Gardens and for £70 5s. Qd. arrears of rent due
8th July, 18 — , in the action of yourself v. Hartupp, as
assessed against Mr. Hartupp by Master Wackerley on
21st August, 18—, £8 10s."
That sounds conclusive, and " yourself " no doubt thought
that the matter was settled and his cheque in the post.
The resources of civilisation, however, were far from being
exhausted. They had scarcely been tapped, as the following
items show : —
" Upon receipt of your letter, instructing us to receive
possession if no payment made and no reasonable
proposition put forward, writing acknowledging same."
"Attending Mr. Hartupp's solicitor, when he said he
expected to see his client and would communicate
with us."
" Attending him later, -when he asked us to postpone
appointment to 4 P.M. as he had not yet seen
Mr. Hartupp."
" Attending Mr. Hartupp's solicitor, when he said no
proposal could be made at present and possession would
be given up."
This again has all the outward semblance of a triumph — •
but where was the money, the much-desired but elusive
cheque for £70 5s. Od. and costs ?
I omit some trifling matters in order that I may carry
the story forward swiftly to its next stage : —
"Attending Mr. Hartupp's solicitor, informing him
that we should proceed to enforce judgment unless
matter dealt with at once."
"Writing him to same effect and threatening pro-
ceedings in Bankruptcy."
With the mention of this smashing and portentous word
Mr. Hartupp ought to have been defeated, but he wasn't : —
"Attending by appointment to serve Mr. Hartupp
•with Bankruptcy Notice at his solicitor's office, when
he did not attend; but his solicitor stated he would
inform him that unless he called by following day at
12 o'clock noon we should apply for an order for
substituted service."
" Attending to serve Bankruptcy Notice at Mr.
Hartupp's solicitor's office, when Mr. Hartupp did not
keep appointment."
The business now lingered about the purlieus of the
Bankruptcy Court for a good many days. Instructions for
the petition were given, it was drawn, it was engrossed, and
there was an item of one shilling "Paid Parchment."
During all this time Mr. Hartupp was described as "keeping
out of the way." This, indeed, seems to have been his
favourite fighting method : —
" Upon receipt of letter from Mr. Hartupp's solicitor
that he had asked his client to attend at his offices at
12 o'clock to be served, attending at solicitor's offices
accordingly, when he stated that his client had not
arrived and asked us to call again at 2 o'clock."
" Attending again at 2 o'clock to serve petition, when
Mr. Hartupp did not come."
By this time we had passed from July into December and
the end was not yet in sight. There were again dark rumours
of what is called " substituted service," on the ground that
Mr. Hartupp was still keeping out of the way and could not
be served personally. A " joint and several affidavit " was
drawn, a Commissioner was paid the paltry sum of 3s. 6d.,
and a shilling was charged for " copy order for sealing to
serve folios three." Finally Mr. Hartupp seems to have
relented. Feeling that he had done enough for the time, he
brings his wife into the story : —
" Attending Mr. Hartupp's solicitor, when, on behalf
of Mrs. Hartupp, he paid £50 on the terms of our
agreeing to the dismissal of the petition against
Mr. Hartupp, and allowing two months' further time
for payment of balance of debt and costs."
I wonder what happened when the two months were up.
JANUARY 15, 1913.1
PUNCH, OR THE LONDON CHARIVARI.
<;. i.. l-c.
Archie (meeting friend}. " HULLO, THOMPSON!"
OUR BOOKING-OFFICE.
(By Mr. Punch's Staff of Learned Clerks.)
I OWN to a most pleasant feeling of friendliness for the
stories of Mr. THOMAS COBB. In any case, his latest,
A Marriage of Inconvenience (MILLS AND BOON), would
have enlisted my sympathies by its attractive title. Those
familiar with the author's methods will hardly require to
be told what it is all about. Nothing really, or at least
nothing that mightn't happen to any of us. But as usual
we are introduced to a set of quite delightful people, who
sit about in each other's houses (and they all live in the
jolliest parts of London) and discuss their slender intrigues
over lunch or tea in a manner that I have found exceedingly
agreeable. I fancy that Mr. COBB has (if I may put it so
without offence) a strong feeling for the place that food fills
in social intercourse. I hardly remember a story of his that
has not a meal of some kind in almost every chapter. And
there is no writer who is more generous with conversation ;
so much so that now and again I have not been able to resist
the suspicion that the characters were chattering less to
further their own development than to help Mr. COBB to fill
out another novel. Anyhow, A Marriage of Inconvenience
is just as pleasant as all its predecessors. You can see from
the name that she marries him in the end ; and the incon-
venience of the match (chiefly objected to by his party
because her mother was such an impossible person that for
a long time I thought there was going to turn out to be no
real relationship between them) seems unlikely to be very
overwhelming. Indeed on the last page the happy pair are
left with both a luncheon and a dinner-party in prospect.
So that's all right.
I am in a position now to understand the feelings of the
Hired Murderer in the fairy stories, who repents at the last
moment and refuses to slay the Child. Ever since I read in
a daily paper one of the silliest column-articles I had ever
encountered, I had been, so to speak, lying in wait for Mr.
DION CLAYTON CAI/THROP. I said to myself : " Mark me, a
time will come. Some day I shall have to review a novel by
this fellow. Then I will let myself go." Sure enough, along
came St. Quin (ALSTON EIVERS). I smiled grimly, reached
down my club, and gave it a twirl. A moment later it had
dropped from my grasp, and I was wondering how I could
have entertained for a moment the idea of maltreating this
fascinating little stranger. From now onward, Mr. CALTHROP
has my permission to write what he pleases in the daily
papers, if only he will keep his novels up to this standard.
In St. Quin he has hit on a fundamental truth, to wit, that
the great majority of human beings are struggling all their
lives to keep from getting fat. To some of us bodily fat is
the bogey. Edmund St. Quin was troubled by a horror of
the fatness of the soul. " We are fat," he says. " That is
it. We are hideously fat. Wo are so fat that we cannot
see the stars or the daisies; " and the story is an epic of his
campaign against the insidious curse. All the conditions
are against him. He is rich ; he has centuries of it-isn't-done
traditions to prevent his taking spiritual Swedish exercise? :
a thousand forces are at work to urge him to lie back in his
arm-chair and put his feet up. But his love of Romance is
too strong for all of them. He breaks away, and finds his
salvation, at last, in company with the wife whom he has
always considered a very queen and leader of the it-isn't-done
army, but who, unknown to him, has all the time been
taking soul-exercise as thoroughly as he himself.
PUNCH, OR THE LONDON CHARIVARI.
[JANUAHY 15, 1913.
Mrs. ANDREW Lvxu has ;ui ingratiating habit of assuming
in the reader all manner of knowledge which it is quite
possible (and in one case quite certain) the reader does not
I.IK-ICSS. There is indeed about Mm, Women and Minxes
(LONGMANS) an awesome air of long familiarity with odd
volumes and MSS. and crumpled faded letters, and the
pleasantly discursive papers rango from "Pitfalls for
Collectors," the most engaging summary of a Frenchman's
history of famous fakes, to " The Fairchild Family," an
interest in which not even the author's genial desecration
of those sad old bones can create in my bored and stubborn
breast. I liked best to read of an eighteenth-century
Scotchwoman, a MUKE of
Ciildwell, writing of an
earlier generation : " The
booksellers' shopes were not
stuffed as they now are with
novels and magazines." It
is indeed because of the
inordinate increase of every
sort of such stuffing that a
quiet, pleasantly learned and
leisurely volume like Mrs.
LvMi's brings such relief.
She gossips of Madame DF,
GKNI.IS — "everyone is ac-
quainted with the main facts
of this strange woman's
career " ; of PAUL DE ST.
YICTOB ; of Lady LOUISA
STUART, granddaughter of
Lady MABY WOKTLKY MON-
TAGU ; of the Buckingham-
shire VERNEYS; of RICHARD-
SON'S Pamela and Clarissa ;
of ROUSSEAU'S Nouvcllc
Helo'ise-; of DR FRENILLY'S
recollections of a life in
troubled times; of Scotch
and American ladies of an
earlier day; and even, by
way of justifying her title,
of "French and English
Minxes." I rise from the
perusal feeling, for the mo-
ment, gratifyingly erudite
and old-fashioned, and can
commend the experience.
after burning down the castle, like the ancient Chinese
when they wanted bacon for breakfast, that Miss RAMSAY
is able to bring him up to the scratch by flinging the flapper
into his arms. I need hardly say that in the end she
turned out to be anything but a poor relation, though how
Miss RAMSAY manages to make her a Dollar Princess I will
leave the reader to find out for himself. I could wish that
she had not introduced into her story the decadent American
youth who only escaped the electric chair by being shut up
for a time in an asylum. Tho type doesn't seem to me to
fit in with the kind of writing in which she excels — pleasant
descriptions of the hunting-field with a seasoning of ordinary
English love-making.
AT THE TATE GALLEKY.
Dutiful NeplifW (doing the sights of London for the benefit of his aunt
from the country). "Tnia is THE FAMOUS ' MISOTAUB"' BY WATTS.
\YUAT DO YOU THINK OP IT?"
Aimt. "WEr,r,, IT'S A SBOBT-HORS; WHATEVER KLSK IT MAY BE!"
If you were a titled and
more or less confirmed
bachelor, the owner of three
tumbledown castles and a
corresponding number of hungry acres that ate up all the
rents, and if you preferred hunting to work, what would you
do to replenish the exchequer — your own, I mean, not the
CHANCELLOR'S ? The friends of Lord Peter, the hero of Miss
R. RAMSAY'S book, The Impossible She (CONSTABLE), thought
that he, in like case, ought to many money, and with that end
in view they let one of the castles — useful pieces sometimes
when you want to mate— to a beautiful young American
heiress. But, though she put hot-waterpipos into thedraughty
old rooms and passages, neither they, nor her charms, nor her
dollars were able to raise the temperature of Peter's heart.
He left her at home with the cold comfort of the hot-water
pipes while he hunted and liulloed and had many a rattling
day with a poor relation of hers, a little slip of'a girl with
her hair down her back, who know how to ride. And even
then, for Peter was a backward sort of a lover, it is only
making.
have finished The.
Mystery (HEINE-
MANN) with tho feeling that
my leg has been pulled.
Readers' legs were made, no
doubt, for that purpose, but
I think that mine has been
rather hardly used on this
occasion. Here is a regular,
downright murder mystery,
nerve-racking, brain-twist-
ing.disquieting and sooth ing
in due course, but to the
student of the subtleties of
human motives neither here
nor there ; sufficient maybe
to keep him out of bed till
ho has unravelled the last
tangled skein and brought
the villain to book, but
nevertheless all my eye and
Betty Martin. The villain
and his puppets, though
they work harmoniously
to produce a plot which,
mechanically speaking,
leaves nothing to be desired,
have little in common with
tho people of this world.
So far as they are con-
cerned, it depends on the
reader's own astuteness and
experience of six-shilling
crime and intrigue whether
or not he is deceived. But
there are also the innocent
blue-eyed A lice Lancdcy and
Lorrie Madesson. Though
tho latter is a glorious
creature, an expert hand at the game of life, and worth
a dozen of Alice, it is Alice upon whom the misunderstood
hero dotes and whom the villain gets into his clutches.
At the end, when Alice is freed from her engagement to the
villain, the hero, now thoroughly understood and appreciated
as such, is still doting upon her. Does ho then marry the
girl ? or, rather, does the girl many him ? No , she pulls
my leg instead, and Lorrie aids and abets. I am taken
entirely by surprise when two human beings emerge from
this atmosphere of unreality and do two very human things.
To K. and H. HESKETH PRICHARD my thanks for an artful
enough melodrama and one genuine touch of life.
"Tho Peterborough Isolation Hospital is ng:iin threatened with
complete isolation." — Daily Mirror.
Well, what does it want?
JANUARY 22, I'Jl.'i.j
PUNCH, OR THE LONDON CHARIVARI.
57
CHARIVARIA.
CKIITATN politicians arc now pulling
forward UK; view Unit the cracks in
Si. Paul's are of supernatural origin,
and are a sign that tlio English Estab-
lishment must go the way of tlio Welsh.
::: !:
<:
It is announced that Sir VICTOR
HOKSLKY, having been adopted as
prospective Liberal Candidate for the
Ifai -borough division of Leicestershire,
will not continue to nurse North
Islington. If the latter needs further
nursing it will have to resort to one of
Mr. GEORGE'S panels.
•:•• •
Sir GEORGE ALEXANDER, who is
shortly to appear at the Palace Theatre,
has announced his impending retire-
ment from the London County Council.
Taken in conjunction with one another,
and with the title of his late play, The
Turning Point, these facts seem to
have a painful significance.
.
A diphtheria outbreak at one of the
schools at Whitley Bay is declared
to have been caused by the children
placing pens and pencils in their
mouths. The Little Ones' Own Mutual
Protection Society now proposes that
all holders should be made of high-class
sugar-stick. „, .,.
*"
The suggestion that alcohol shall be
used instead of petrol by our motor
vehicles lias called forth an angry
protest from the British Topers' Society
against what is referred to as " a prosti-
tution of this magnificent spirit."
Taking up her berth at the King's
Arms Quay at Salcombe, Devon, the
Hull schooner Mary forced her bow-
sprit through the window of a room
in Prospect House where Mr. G. H.
JONES was asleep. \Ye are ashamed of
you, Manj. ... ...
We understand that the appoint-
ment of Sir SYDNEY OLIVIER - musician,
dramatist, poet and essayist — to be
Permanent Secretary to the Board of
Agriculture is partly due to his having
written a capital " Ode to Spring,"
which showed no litlle knowledge of
weather conditions.
* *
• Sir JAMES CAIUD has sent the
Council of the Zoological Society
£1000 to be used in building an insect
house. This is good news. The
existing arrangement, by which the
monkeys and the insects are kept in
the same building, is unsatisfactory.
^" -U
<; Mr. PERCY FmoEBAXiD," we read,
"has offered to the corporation of
Foreman Builder. "Now TIIEX, YOU;
Labourer. "Our, BIGHT, Boss; HOME
Foreman Builder. "No, P'B'APB NOT;
HCRHY UP, CAS'T YEB!"
WASN'T r.unvr IN A DAT."
BUT I WASH1! FOBEKAH O1 THAT JOB.'
Edinburgh a bronze statue of THOMAS
CARI.YLE." To judge by Mr. FITZ-
GERALD'S statue of Dr. JOHNSON in the
Strand, Scotsmen, if they accept the
offer, will find that GAHLYLE is not so
big a man as they had imagined.
* •-.'•
&
The new Divorce Court was opened
last week, and it is anticipated that
this handsome, well-ventilated building
will lead to a large accession of
business.
"As we lie . . . in our comfortable beds . . .
let us remember with admiration tho very
ordinary figure of the common seaman, un-
polished, coarse in language and in habits
. . . who knows perhaps better than any other
man alive how to go to certain death as one
of the usual risks of his avocation."
Dublin Daily Express.
After a certain number of fatal experi-
ences, it becomes a habit.
"The Little Less and what Worlds
away!"
The following footnote is appended to
a feuilleton appearing in Lc Matin : —
" jr. Iliggins, directeur d'une society par-
isicnue, nous ayaut demande de modifier le
noni do notro mysttfrteux hiros, co dornier
s'appcllera desonnais Iggiiis."
So the delicate affair arranges itself,
and no breath lost. They manage
these things better in France.
Nautical Note.
" O. Noronha, a steward on the P. & O.
S. Novur.i, was charged with having rushed
towards the third officer, John W. Bennett,
whilst tho latter was on duty, and bitten the
second finger of his left hand contrary to the
Merchant Shipping Act."
North Cliinn Daily AVtct.
The Act particularly stipulates that it
must be the right band.
53
PUNCH, OK THE LONDON CHARIVARI [JANUARY 22. 1913.
THE BLACKLEG'S CONVERSION.
[A few minutes with tlie Taxi-Drivers)
THE three peaked-capped, leather-
jreeched, black-legginged gentlemen
in the coffee shop, following the usual
custom of improvidence when most
providence is needed, were regaling
themselves with unwonted lavishness.
Two of them, moustached and upright,
bore rather the stamp of the ex-soldier.
The other was of the " droopy " order,
with weak, indifferent features and an
expression of sullen determination upon
them which contrasted strangely with
the care-free, almost debonair attitude
of his two companions.
" Wot's the matter wi' you, 'Arry?
You got a face like a church door.
Don't you like restin' ? "
The speaker, who answered to the
name of " Nobby," was wearing a little
•white badge that bore the mystic words
" December Clearance." He continued
his meal without any apparent anxiety
to have his question answered.
" No, I don't," replied the droopy
one, " and I ain't doin' it much longer."
"What— goin' back to navvyin'?"
asked No. 3.
" No, goin' back to drivin'. I 've 'ad
enough of strike pay when there's
money to be made. I'm goin' up to
the garridge to-morrow mornin' and I'm
goin' to take a car out. So now yer
know."
Two knives and two forks were
placed deliberately upon two tin plates,
and four disgusted and astonished eyes
were levelled at the budding blackleg.
" 'Ave you gone up the pole, or
what? " asked Nobby.
" What, I should think. You can
all go on strike till the cows come 'ome
but I 'm finished : you don't catch me.'
Nobby was very calm. " Oh," he
said, " well, if / 'appen to catch you
you'll go through it, don't forget that
Do you think it '11 pay you to make
a few quid now, and go against all yer
pals, and then when the trouble's settlec
be kicked out of the garridge? Why
if you were 'alf a man . . . ."
In the midst of the heated words
that followed a mysterious strangei
in a greasy frock-coat and a top ha
that looked as if it had been brushec
with a fire hose in full play, sat himsel
down next our trio and ordered hi
sausage and mash.
"'Go's 'is nibs?" asked Nobby c
No. 3.
" I dunno. Looks too 'appy for ;
mute, don't 'e ? Never mind abaht 'im
We got to persuade this 'ere blackleg.'
" 'Ow 's the strike goin', mates ? ;
asked the stranger affably. "Are w
down-'earted ? "
"Oh, no, we ain't down-'earteci
But 'ere, what would you think of a
jloke that wanted to turn it up as soon
,s this, eh? "
"Well, I should think 'e was mis-
guided," replied the stranger. " I know
K>raethink abaht your troubles. Do I
understand it's our friend 'ere? "
Silence answered in the affirmative.
"My lad" — the stranger addressed
Arry as if he were talking to his son —
you think again. D'ye know that
nothink worth 'avin' was ever got
without a fight ? 'Ow dare you set up
four puny intelligence against that o'
housands ? "
He pushed a bit nearer and thrust his
ace closer to that of the astonished
ilackleg.
" Are you goin' to be the only one to
ly in the face o ' this chanst what 's
;iven you to stand up for yer rights ? Do
'ou know that the time of the general
,trike is close at 'and? Can't you
lymperthise with the noble spirit that's
spurrin' your mates on to 'old out till
uhe cupboard's bare ? "
" Yus, but—
" 'Ave you sunk so low that you
would go out and deliberally take
advantage of your own fellow-workers
)y pocketin' the money what they
ought to 'ave only won't cos o' their
principles ? "
The stranger stopped for breath.
Nobby and No. 3 at once took up the
cudgels that the stranger had moment-
arily laid down, and in five minutes the
convert was won.
"Now I 'ope you won't never think
like that again," said the stranger
earnestly, and very well pleased with
himself. " You and your mates is out
to win. Don't forgit that. Well, will
you 'ave a cup o' corfee with me, the
three of yer ? We 'd go over the road
and 'ave a pint each, but I 'aven't time
just now. I've got to be movin'."
With a lordly " take it out o' that "
air, he threw a ten-shilling piece on the
table to pay for the coffees and his own
meal, and then rose to go.
" Well, so long, boys," he said, anc
shook hands with all three quite
effusively. " I 'm glad we all agree
Go in and win, mates, that's what 1
says. Keep on strikin' and you'l:
strike oil. Yus, and cheap oil at that
So long. Be good."
" Ain't a bad old stick," said No.
when the stranger had departed.
"'Oo is that bloke?" asked Nobby
of the waitress who happened to be
passing at the moment.
"What! 'Im with the tall 'at'
Don't you know 'im? That's ol
Charley Barnes. 'E drives a 'anson
cab. Made a pot o' money the las
week or two. J 'm thinkin' o' walkin
out with 'im."
ENGLISH BARDS AND AMERICAN
REVIEWERS.
IN the Lyric Year: a Great Sijm-
'osium of Modern American Verse,, a
ninstrel of the day proclaims the right
>f independent judgment in the fol-
owing fearless lines : — •
" To tell the truth about you, Robert
Browning,
I bring no wreath of laurels for your
crowning."
In humble imitation of this isolated
sffort we venture to submit a few
urther specimens of much-needed pro-
est against the tyranny of Old- World
conventions. The following quatrain,
nspired by a perusal of Sir EDWIN
BURNING - LAWRENCE'S illuminating
)amphlet, may assist BACON'S greatest
and most persistent champion in his
.oly task of dethroning the Stratford
mpostor: —
" I pay no homage to the SWAN OF AVON,
A bird as fabulous as Athene's owl :
I put my money on POE'S peerless Haven,
A far superior fowl."
The popular adulation of the late
Laureate, again, finds a salutary cor-
rective in the following couplet : —
Mark well my words, I cannot give my
beuison
To any of the works of ALFRED TENNYSON."
Comparisons are to be deprecated as
a rule, but they are occasionally forced
on .us by a regard for the truth. The
claims of America's greatest poet can
oe treated in no other way : —
" As the petulant crowing of shrill cocks
Compares with the lilt of the thrush,
So, matched with the magic of WiLCor,
Old SAPPHO is shown to be slush."
This is a theme, however, that invites
further variations : —
Before the shrine of WILCOX (ELLA.
WHEELER)
HOMEK, were he alive, would be a kneeler ;
And ALEXANDER, who was born at Pella,
Would yield his crown to WHEELER WILCOX
(ELLA)."
But other Transatlantic bards and
authors must not be forgotten : —
" Great VOLNEY STREAMER, of Magnolia, 111.,
Plies an untiring and momentous quill ;
KEATS was a trickling rill, a puny dreamer,
But VOLNEY is a Mississippi Streamer."
" The soaring muse of talented BLISS CARMAN
Flics higher than the aeroplanes of FARM AN."
" The bays that formerly old DANTE crowned
Are worn to-day by EZRA LOOMIS POUND."
" HERODOTUS was prone to talky-talky ;
Not so AUGUSTUS KEELEB of Milwaukee."
" Why prate of WALTER SCOTT and LAMB and
SHELLEY,
CARLYLE, MACAULAY, GROTE?
You have no names likeRAi'HAELPuMPELLY,
Or AMOS STOTE."
" Great is Apollo when his lyre he twangs.
But greater far is our JOHN KKNDRICK BANGS,
Who, born just fifty years ago at Yonkers,
4 Bangs Bariagher ' and HUDYARD KIPLING
conquers."
PUNCH, OB THE LONDON CHARIVARI.— JANUARY 22, 1913.
THE SCHOLAR-POACHER.
[Mr. LLOYD GEORGE, whoso interest in the Land Enquiry is well known, has (according to Lord HALDANK) announced his intention
throwing himself wholeheartedly into the Government scheme of National Education.]
JANUARY 22, 1913.]
PUNCH, OH TIIK LONDON CIIAIMVAIM.
Cl
Husband. "On!
THE CIVIL WAR.
Doctor's H'/Yc (./''-/ relumed frum visitiny). "I SAW Dn. BROWN'S win-: THIS AITKIINOOX."
DID YOU SI'KAK TO iiKit?" Wife. "No, INDEED! I CUT HKII. SHI; WAS WKAKIXO A,
PAXKL" SKliti.'
HOW TO LOOK ON.
ONCK and for all, the Public must
learn that it is to be seen and not
heard. Mr. BERNARD Snuv's recent
manifesto to theatre audiences, in which
he asks them to refrain from laughter
and applause, has already, we under-
stand, done much to mitigate an evil
which had gone far in the direction of
turning our theatres into mere resents
for recreation and amusement. We
should like to see more self-restraint on
the part of the Little Ones at Drury
Lane, but that too will come in time.
It is, we know, often contended that
expressions of approval act as a stimulus
to the performer. "It bucks him up
to find them biting back a hit," as \ve
have heard. But surely such approval
can be expressed by some other and
better means than mere barbarous
uproar? We ourselves have long ago
adopted the method of taking occasion
of any interval that may occur to
approach the performer and convey to
him, according to his status and the
nature of his art, our gratitude and
appreciation by (1) a slap on the back,
(2) a warm pressure of the hand, or (3)
a dig in the ribs.
But it is not only in theatres that the
Public must learn to observe some
measure of decorum. The time is ripe
for a sweeping, root-and-branch reform
in the matter.
Thus, the custom of shouting personal
remarks to football players must be put
a stop to. It is exasperating, to say
the least, for those of us who have paid
our money with the object of witnessing
a keenly contested game, to have to
submit to repeated interruptions, as is
now the case, while one player or
another bows his acknowledgments or
replies to a greeting from a pal in the
grand stand.
The Cinema Theatre is another case
in point. There can be no excuse
whatever for the whispered comments,
ejaculations and cat-calls which often
punctuate the performance; and nothing
could be more detrimental to the smooth
running of a film. A favourable im-
pression can surely be conveyed by
other means than these— as for instance
iu the form of a private letter of eulogy
addressed to the manager.
Again, the habit of snoring in church
cannot be defended. It must be dis-
tracting to the officiating clergyman,
who is not improbably doing his best.
Even at political meetings one can
seldom hear a pin drop.
And emphatically there must be no
more " laughter in court." Our magis-
terial wits must make up their minds
to forgo this temporary recognition and
I content themselves with the more
! lasting satisfaction to be obtained from
'appreciative notices (generally ample
in scope) in the Press of the following
day.
•• Bauds of Turco- Albanians, after pillaging.
M-I lire to the dwellings and varelmu-e- of
SiintiQuaranta, a small seaport of Yanina. . . .
Tlir IONSI-. sustained by the unfortunate in-
liabiiants are estimated at £"20,000.'
(Other 1'eacc News on Next' Page.)"
KrcniiHj Standard.
"Other" is good.
•• Ki-.uioe will have another President before
London h:is another issue of Tlu Obnerrer."
The Observer, Jan. U.
But the latter is, of course, the more
intriguing event.
62
PUNCH, Oil THE LONDON CHARIVARI.
[JANUARY 22, 1913.
THE HUMAN HANDICAP.
" FAR be it from me," said the mai
with the onion — "far he it from me t<
decry the industry for which the ant
the bee and other insects and birds ar
—justly or unjustly — famous, but
nevertheless, 1 am reasonably certaii
that these little creatures are no
compelled to — ah — dig out for thei:
living to anything like the extent to
which we — Mankind — are compellec
to — ah — dig out ... I have studied the
question. ..."
I had encountered him sitting on the
edge of the chalkpit past which runs
the road to the golf links. He was
operating with considerable tlan upon
an onion, bread, and some rather
remarkable cheese. His friendly smile
as I approached, seemed to light up
the whole of a tolerably spacious
landscape, and I liked him at once,
adventurer fallen on evil times though
all the visible evidence proclaimed him.
He appeared to like me also, for he
very generously offered me half his
onion and bread and cheese, which, in
common humanity to the mixed
foursome to which I was proceeding, I
was compelled to decline.
He had made a few casual remarks
on industrial unrest — very restfully
indeed — and therefrom had passed to a
brief consideration of animal and insect
labour.
" Man digs out for many things,
insects for one only," he said thought-
fully. " I have been watching an ant
throughout lunch . . . Far be it from
me to belittle an ant — but we cannot
ignore the fact that this little crustacean
works only for food. Food only." He
took a bite at his onion, and I wondered
vaguely if (like the "crustacean") he
had worked for that.
" We — Mankind — on the other hand,
have to work for food and many other
things. And there you have in a
nutshell the reason why birds, insects,
wild animals and many domestic ones,
including fowls, are always happy —
given good health. . . .
"This afternoon, for instance, dull
.hough it is, the air is full of the songs
of the birds. But I hear no song of
man, listen where I will. And the
•eason ? Man has something else to do.
Like the birds, man (generally speaking)
las already worked long enough to-day
.o earn his food. But, unlike the
)irds, he has not finished — he has still
o put in enough labour to pay for, say,
a pair of trousers . . ." He ga/ed ab-
'•Mtly at the tasselled ends of his own.
Then he roused himself.
" Clothes generally, that is. The
rouble is that clothes don't grow on a
nan, and feathers do grow on birds,"
lie said, with a remote irritation in hi
voice. "Think that over," he ud<lc<
"It is an interesting and not particu
larly pleasing side of the question. . .
Ho concluded the onion, and produce-
a packet of cigarette papers and a smal
roll of brown paper.
"Birds again have not to put in t
part of every working day in order t<
provide themselves with tobacco," h
said with a melancholy smile, " o
substitutes for tobacco." He begai
reluctantly to pick off shreds of thi
brown paper. I did not realize at firs
that he intended to smoke the shreds
when he had unravelled them, and i
was not until he placed the stuff in
position on the cigarette paper that '.
apologised and offered him my cigarette
:ase.
" Try tobacco," I said, rather fool
ishly.
" Thank you, I will," he replied
wanly, and cleared the case. Holdinf
;he cigarettes tightly in the warm-
ooking hand which had gripped the
>niun, lie smiled at me.
"Some men would," he said, almost
jlay fully, "take the lot, I mean . . . .
Never present your case to a tramp, my
friend . . . ." He sighed and offered
ne the handful of cigarettes. " My
oke," he said ; " I only require one."
But somehow I felt as though
should not care to smoke that afternoon,
,nd so I presented them all to the
Irifter.
"Very well — if it is your wish," lie
>aid, and concealed them deftly in his
ags. He was the raggedest drifter I
lave yet encountered. " To return to
mr subject. Animals, then, triumph
iver us in the matter of procuring
lothes. They get a suit for nothing.
And, equally, they triumph in the
natter of wear. Compare the lasting
ualities of an average coat with the
eathers of a bird, the shell of an ant,
>r the hair of a rabbit. We have
onstantly to be renewing our clothes !
Theirs are everlasting. You see where
we are at a disadvantage ?
"Now as regards rents and rates,
.very living thing but man is a born
milder. Some build nests, some bore
loles, some use hives, and nocturnal
nimals, such as bats, are furnished with
looks on their elbows to hang them-
elves up with when they have finished
•ut-of-doors. But — and here is "the
teak point — only about one man in a
housand can build a house for himself,
nd so we have to waste another part
f our working day in providing for the
ost of the builders' output — time, re-
lemher, which the bird sets aside for
ong. You will see already why man
nisi work so long and ceaselessly . .
hy the song of man is not often heard
in the land. Speaking for myself, I
never sing. . . .
" Then — and this is .almost the las
straw — there are our luxuries to earn
Birds and things do not use luxuries
But we have made life a mad anc
frenzied struggle in pursuit of luxury-
Motors, hothouse peaches, Havanas
venison and champagne — we must ant
ic ill have them ! " His eyes began to
sparkle and he shook his touslec
whiskers in the wind, tossing his heac
like an old war-horse who hears afar ofi
the strident blaring of bugles. He wa
using capitals now and a font of larger
type. " Fur-coats, Cognac, Lobster
Salad, Asparagus and Oysters ! " He
passed the back of his hand across his
mouth and began carefully to pack up
the relics of his lunch. "Turkish
Coffee, Yachts, Pdtc-de-foie-gras,
Salmon Trout, and Derby Winners —
ha ! really it makes one wonder whether
the birds have got the laugh of us after
all! Luxuries! But expensive ones!
Caviare and Diamonds, Egyptian Cigar-
ettes and Polo — no wonder the birds sit
upon boughs and sing. They could
sit there and shout hurray if they only
<new the price of luxuries, the toil and
worry it takes to pay for them.
"Finally — I do not say this in any
pirit of jealousy, but as a matter of
simple fact — there is existent a danger-
ous habit of viewing the methods of
)irds and things too indulgently." A
•eal indignation manifested itself now
n his voice as in his gestures. " For
nstance, all birds are thieves — en-
couraged and protected by Act of
r'arliament. My friend, I assure you
hat I have seen a blackbird flap into a
jherry-tree, and steal half a peck of fruit,
and spoil another half-peck. Was she
hot at? No. Not even scared out of
t. People don't seem to care. ' Oh,
t's the birds,' they say simply. But I
ut it to you that if /had flapped up to
hat cherry - tree and started eating
ruit. . . ."
He ceased abruptly with a dry gulp,
ose and slowly gathered his goods
ogether, his eyes wandering across the
'owns along the road to the workhouse.
" Far be it from me to belittle the
irds, to decry the industry of the ant,"
e repeated, "but . . . think over what
have said. . . ."
We moved along the road to the foot
f the downs.
" It 's a big subject," he concluded,
hsently. "Almost as big as astro-
omy ; " and so drifted leisurely away.
Pro Merito.
" An experienced gentleman desires engage-
.ent as assistant in an olriee or position of
ust, would accept small retribution."
Advt. in " Egyjilian Mail."
JANUARY 22, 1913.]
PUNCH, OK TIIK LONDON CHARIVARI.
G3
— AT: SMITH — .
The Knight of the Wliile Elephant (to damsel he is rescuing). " LOOK AT TIIAT; I *M TorpiNO AM, MT SHOTS TO-DAY. THAT coiras
OP HAVING A LESSON FBOH THE PROFESSION At."
A CHOSEN SAINT.
(St. Tobias and the Angel Rafael,
National Gallery.)
SAINTS live in paint
Within Trafalgar Square ;
The nicest Saint
Of any of them there,
Most radiant and most rare.
Is no austere ELIAS,
All steadfastness and care,
But little ST. TOBIAS—
A youth of joyant nir 1
Mark what befell
Upon a pearl- winged prime : —
Great RAFAEL,
Though Heaven's harps did
chime
A rhapsody sublime,
Forsook the choir most pious
By vale arid hill to climb
With little ST. TOBIAS
All in the summer-time !
They walked along
Till meads wore dark with dew ;
The lark's high song,
The speedwell's lowly blue
Made music for the two ;
No questions that defy us,
Nor problems we pursue,
I think that day TOBIAS
Or e'en the Angel knew !
Deep glowing still
The pigments do portray
River and hill,
And those who passed that day
So gracious and so gay.
Lest sterner saints decry us,
Now grant it that we may
Have little ST. TOBIAS
About us on the way i
More Sex Problems,
i.
' • The Metropolitan at once secured an aver-
age daily traffic of between 35,000 and 40,000
persona, and on the groat day of the entry into
London of Queen Alexandra, who was then
Prince o! Wales, the number rose to GO.OOO."
Dundee Telegraph and Post.
u.
"W. Dixie (late Miss Martin), Church
Street, Atherstone, begs to inform the in-
habitants of Atherstone and District that he
has taken the above premises for motor and
cycle repairs." — The Atherstone Newt.
"Sermons in Stones P"
" Signal service is being done by the Bishop
of St. David's, who last night spoke in Flint."
Jitnhj Telfyraph.
The Manchester Guardian refers to
the POSTMASTER - GENERAL as Dr.
HERBERT SAMUEL. It looks as if the
Government recruiters had got him for
the Panels.
ARE WE TOO BUSY TO THINK?
THERE is, wo believe, a " symposium "
on the above subject going on in one of
our contemporaries, but that is no
reason why people should send their
opinions to us.
Mr. ASQUITH, the well-known Premier
and strenuous coalitionist, goes straight
to the heart of the question : " Yes, I
don't think," he writes ; adding, " RED-
MOND does it for me."
Mr. CHUBCHIU,, the eminent naval
specialist, writes with the knowledge
that comes only from long intercourse
with pathological cases : " Thinking is
merely a matter of concentration. Some
have got the power, some have not. I, for
one, even with the whole weight of the
Admiralty (including all the Sea Lords)
on my shoulders, am never too busy to
think or I wouldn't be where I am.
Before I get up to speak I think what
I am going to say ; when I 'm speaking
I think of what I 'm saying ; and when
I sit down I think a lot of what I 've
said."
Mr. G. K. CHESTERTON, the trenchant
casuist and the greatest authority on
"What's Wrong with the World,"
writes: " The reason why we 're all too
busy to think is that we 're all too busy
thinking."
64
PUNCH, OE THE LONDON CHARIVARI.
[JANUARY 22, 1913.
Would it
" Yes, it
"PER PRO."
" How," said Francesca, " would you answer this man '? "
" There are," I said, " a thousand ways, all equally good,
of answering him. There is the familiar way ; there is the
haughty third-person way, which involves a presentation of
compliments and a tangled web of pronouns ; there is the
stern curt business way ; there is —
" I did not ask," she said, " for a complete essay on
correspondence. I wanted to know how to answer this
particular man."
" Quite so," I said ; " I was coining to that,
not be well to let me see his letter first ? "
" There may be something in that," she said.
is a good idea. " And she handed
me the letter, which I read.
" The case," I said, " presents
no difficulty. This man says he
understands that you take an
interest in beautiful furs. He
solicits the honour of being
allowed to show you a unique
consignment just received from
Hudson's Bay. He declares that
special circumstances enable him
to offer them at an extraordin-
arily cheap rate for cash ; and
he adds that, unless you come
to a quick decision, the furs will
be snapped up and you will lose
the chance of a lifetime. He
signs himself, ' Hammelstein and
Ladenberger, per pro. A. F.,' and
he writes from an address in
Clerkenwell."
" The rapidity with which you
have mastered the contents,"
she said, " is amazing. But tell
me, what does 'per pro. "mean?"
" It is," I said, " a Latin
expression."
" But do you think that
Hammelstein and Ladenberger
are Latin scholars? And why
should they throw their silly
Latin at me ? "
" It is just possible," I said,
"that both Hammelstein and
Ladenberger toy with Latin
verse in their leisure moments.
Perhaps they are devoted to the Classics. At the same time
it would be rash to infer too much from a mere ' per pro.' "
"It would be rash," said Francesca, "to infer too much
from anything ; but you haven't told me what it means."
Francesca," I said, "I will not deceive you. Your
dreams of a classical firm of furriers are not warranted by
this letter. ' Per pro.' means that Hammelstein and Laden-
berger have not written this letter themselves. They have
delegated the duty. They have, as it were, given a power
of attorney to A. F. They have made A. F. their proctor.
Francesca, they have put you off witli a clerk. Yes, he is
probably a clerk and much underpaid."
" But how," she said, " does an underpaid clerk know
at I am interested in beautiful furs? "
IP OOLFEBS' KNICKERBOCKERS BECOME MUCH MORE VOLUMIN-
OUS WE WOULD SUGGEST THAT THEY SHOULD BE PUT TO 8DCH
A USE AS TO MERIT THE KAME OP OOLF-BAGS.
" But why," she said, " give them a date ? I never worry
about dating ordinary letters and they seem to get there
all right."
" It is always done in business circles," I said, " but, of
course, women are not brought up with business habits.
They do not understand banking-accounts or pass-books or.
book-keeping by double entry."
" And all these matters," she said, " are perfectly under-
stood by Hammelstein and Ladenberger and by you. We
are, no doubt, an inferior sex, and we mostly date our letters
' Wed.' or ' Sat.' Let us date this one ' Wed.' "
" We will do nothing of the sort," I said. " We will date
it in full, ' Wednesday, Jan. 15, 1913.' Now for the body
of the letter. Francesca, we will be calm and sarcastic.
— How will this do ? " I read it
out as I wrote it down : — •
" ' Mrs. Carlyon presents her
compliments to Messrs. Ham-
melstein and Ladenberger —
" ' Per pro. A. F.,'" said Fran-
cesca. " You must put that in.
It sounds so cutting."
" ' — to Messrs. Hammelstein
and Ladenberger, per pro. A. F.,
and fails to understand why
they have understood —
" That doesn't sound quite
right," she said.
"I will continue," I said, "as
if you had not interrupted me';
— ' and fails to gather' — remem-
ber that word, my dear — ' why
or from whom they have under-
stood that she is interested in
beautiful furs.' "
" But I am," she said. "I'm
simply frightfully interested in
them. It 's no use pretending
I 'm not."
" No one," I said, " is expected
to be absolutely truthful in the
third person. Besides, I haven't
said you're not interested in
them. Let me go on : — ' Mrs.
Carlyon regrets that she is
unable to afford Messrs. H. and
L. ' "
" Sarcasm, again," said Fran-
cesca. " The initials are deadly."
" ' — to afford Messrs. H. and
that
" There are mysteries in Clerkenwell," I said, " that we
cannot attempt to fathom ; but we can, at any rate, draft an
answer to this letter. Come, Francesca, we will tackle
them in the third person, and first we will date our reply
Write down ' Jan. 15, 1913.' "
L. the opportunity of showing her the consignment of furs
they have lately received from Hudson's Bay.' What do
you think of that, Francesca? "
" I think I know a better way of answering," she said.
"What's that?"
" I shan't answer them at all."
E. C. L.
Victims of Machinery.
Chorus of retired cab-horses, on reading advertisement
of a " Mechanical Chauffeur " : " Ha ! ha ! Eevenged ! "
"The question of a remedy is, of course, a national one, but
Manchester, as the chief sufferer in the country from air pollution,
has a right to squeak first."— Daily Mail.
What Manchester squeaks to-day, &c.
' ' The bride going away in a coat and skirt of Wedgwood-blue ratine,
with chiffon bodice to match, and a black velvet hat trimmed with
mole feathers." — The Lady.
The mole in question was one of a covey which had been
shot by the bride's father.
JANUAHY 22, 1913.]
PUNCH, OR THE LONDON CHARIVARI.
65
Guttersnipe (after dashing into t)ie darkness to get a cab). '"ERE x' ABE, Sin I 'AIN'T NO TAXIS; KEBS ALL GONE; WON'T GET
NOTHINK ELSE TO-NIOHT, Sin! "
THE CHARM AND WONDER
OF IT ALL.
(Contributed.)
I HAVE done a bit of shopping in
my time, but never under such perfect
conditions. My first surprise was when
a commissionaire on the pavement
opened the door of my cab and spread
an umbrella for me ; my second, the
attentions of a polite gentleman in a
well-fitting frock-coat who met me just
inside and inquired with the utmost
solicitude as to my wishes. This, I
said to myself, is not only business but
pleasure. Having told him what I
wanted, I followed his directions and
made my way to the required depart-
ment, passing in route crowds of happy
traffickers, each of whom carried a little
parcel which, from the expression of
their faces, had obviously cost only
half as much as in any other shop and
was twice as good. For these articles
money had been paid and receipts given,
the establishment being a model not
only of excellence and despatch, but, ulso
of organization. As a lady near mo
remarked to her astonished companion,
" It 's just as I told you, dear, you get
a receipt for everything ! "
Meanwhile on all sides the civil
salesmen and saleswomen — for in this
marvellous place both sexes are em-
ployed and, I am convinced, work
amicably together — were displaying
goods on wooden counters made ex-
pressly for that purpose and kept spot-
lessly clean, and were doing it with
such ingratiating tact that life-long
friendships with customers were being
formed. As another lady near me re-
marked, " Now you see what I said :
the assistants serve the customers here."
Passing on in a very dream of rapture,
I came at last to the room where my
own modest needs were to be supplied
and where naturally my critical sense
would be most exercised. My every
hope, I say at once, was more than
fulfilled. The articles I wanted were
either in stock or would be procured ;
the assistant treated me with respect,
possibly even admiration ; my money
was instantly accepted ; my receipt was
in order; in short, I was in a com-
mercial paradise and knew it. A little
scrap of conversation which I over-
heard at this time fortified my own
opinion. " Whatever they haven't got,"
said a lady to her friend, " they always
promise to get ; " and her friend's ex-
pression of bewilderment, gratitude and
joy will not soon fade from my memory.
And so I came away from this fairy
palace, a little piqued, possibly, at not
leceiving a parting gift of a five-pound
note, but otherwise in a glow of enthu-
siasm for everything connected with
the place and its superb and startling
efficiency.
N.B.— The foregoing article is at the
disposal of any firm that sees profit in
it. Prices on application.
" Mr. Asquith quoted with impressive
effect the famous lines (sic) of Virgil :
' Tantiir molis erat
Romanam condcre gcntcm.' "
" H. J." in " The Daily Chronicle."
We notice, by the way, that this
couplet does not rhyme. The P. if. G.
however makes a more interesting ob-
servation on the passage. " He bravely
quoted," it says, " a Virginian tag
which even his Minister of Education
may have recognised."
Mr. ASQUITH (bravely). As one of
the old poets of Virginia has it, Sir :
" Shine, shine, moon,
While I danco with Dinah dear."
Mr. PEASE (with a sigh of relief)
Ah! that's all right. Thought it
was going to be one of those Roman
johnnies.
G6
PUNCH, OR THE LONDON CHAR1VAIU.
[JANUARY 22, 1913.
large (disturbed by the motion of the cart). "Tui THE BRAKE ON, Missus." Mrs. Jarge. "I 'YE COT us OJT, JAKGU."
Jarge. "WuLL, DAMMY! TAKE ON oirl I KNEW 'TWEBE BUMMAT!"
THE MORNING AFTER.
NAY, mother, nay. Though I be weak and wan,
Fetch not the doctor, mother, I beseech ;
It is but megrims — it will pass anon ;
Oh ! mother, not the leech.
Mother, I fear the man. He is not fair,
lie does not come to pity or condole,
But to unclothe my being and lay bare
My frail and fluttering soul.
And he is cruel. At his questioning
My very secret tongue must I obtrude ;
He does not weep to see the piteous thing ;
It only makes him rude.
Nay, more. With icy skill he drags to light
Those very details that the coy would shrink
From deeply probing : how I spent last night ;
My food; alas, my drink ;
Whither I fared, and when regained my concli,
And other troths that are not his to seek ;
For some, indeed, I could not wholly vouch ;
Of others, would not speak.
So he goes, primed ; and, knowing that I ail,
( (Coward !) he sends— oh, mother, this to me —
Some draught enough to make a strong man pale,
For which he asks a fee.
Then, mother, though my tortures cut like knives,
Though all my molten cockles be in flames,
Call not the cunning man — if he arrives,
It is all up with James.
But, if 'twill solace your maternal mind,
Seek now the chymist — there is one that hangs
Out by the corner — he, no doubt, will find
Some easement of my pangs.
He has great store of simples, low in price,
Comely and void of taste and prompt to heal
To swallow, with a little water, thrice,
One after every meal.
Be his the choice. And, ere the day go by,
We will remit these humours and this pain ;
But let not the physician come to pry
Till I am well again. DuM-Di M.
" Ho [Mr. Forbes-Robertson] came to the couplet :—
' Kind hearts are more than coronets,
And simple faith than Norman Forbes ! '
But in thinking of his brother, perhaps in connection with the cast of
a play he was shortly to produce, he rendered it thus :
' Kind hearts are more than coronets,
And simple faith than Norman Forbes ! ' "
Interview ivith Sir John Hare in " Toronto Star WeeUij."
On the whole and after due consideration we prefer the
second version.
"I left Whitehaven by the 8.30 rain in the morning, intending to
go to Barrow. After leaving Ravenglass the train ran into a heavy
snow-drift. The driver, the sokor, and the guards tried their utmost
to proceed, but so deep was the snow that the task proved an imposMliU'
one." — Interview in " Daily News and Leader."
And the stoker had to go without his T.
Commercial Candour.
" Gentleman's best boxcalf boots, just made, unworn, uncomfortable,
small sevens, 15/6."— Ttazaar, Kxchanye and Marl.
PUNCH, OK THE LONDON CHARIVART.-jAxrAHY 22, 1913.
NOT LOST, BUT LEFT BEHIND.
(By request of the Shifts Crew.)
JANUARY 22, 1913.]
PUNCH, OR THE LONDON CHARIVARI."
69
ESSENCE OF PARLIAMENT.
(KXT1IM I l:n l-'ROM THE DlARY OP TOBY, M.P.)
House of Commons, Monday, Januni-t/
13. — Fog outside ; fog inside ; plenty
of room for it here. As it broods
over half-empty benches one seems tu
recognise a coronetted head
surest ivo of House of Lords
taking look round, preliminary
to making quick end of a
ire that lias occupied full
forty days of labour in the
Commons.
Fee, fi, fo, him.
] smrllthebloodofaiiKnglishman,"
was the remark, clear in drift
if faulty in rhyme, of an ogre
familiar in childhood. Fee, fi,
fo, fum. House of Lords smells
the blood of another Home Rule
Bill and means to drink every
drop of it.
The SPEAKER, looking up after
Questions were over, very nearly
varied long career of correctitude
by a curious blunder. Catching
sight of humanised figure of the
Fog standing at the Bar, and
thinking it was a newly-elected
Member, he was about to say, " Members
desiring to take their seats will please
come to the Table." Just in time realised
actual situation. Adroitly coughed by
way of intimating that so far from
having intended to make a remark it was
only the Fog that had got into his throat.
Weird effect increased by glimpses
caught in Gallery facing SPEAKER'S
Chair of faces apparently bodyless.
These were the strangers
peering through the Fog won-
dering what had become of His
Majesty's Ministers. With the
exception of two they were cer-
tainly not in their places when
Questions were called on. As
for Front Opposition Bench, it
was, save for the Fog, tenantless.
Later, when House resumed
consideration of Home Rule
Bill on Report Stage, BONNER
LAW turned up and, as ever,
obedient to call of duty, con-
tributed a speech criticising
Clause 40.
Straightway had occasion to
wish he had been altogether lost
in the Fog on his way down.
MASON (of Coventry), following
him, administered castigation so
vigorous that as he spoke the
Kog in his immediate neigh-
bourhood judiciously cleared
away, leaving him standing out
as it were in a halo of light.
"The LEADER OP THK OP-
in general or this Clause in parti-
cular.
The right honourable gen-
tleman has attended several debates,
but evidently has not profited by listen-
ing to them, or he would not have
made so foolish a speech."
reassured Fog again closing in, he
declared, "The LEADER OK THE OPPO-
SITION has said nothing with which I
do not agree."
Burst of hilarious cheering from
Ministerial Benches testified that in
'Puerile," "childish, ""absurd," were spite of appearances the occupants are
not wholly unsympathetic with
lofty sentiment and chivalrous
impulse.
Business done. — Eighth day
allotted to debate on Report
Stage of Home Rule Bill fol-
lowing on twenty-seven days in
Committee. House rapidly ap-
proaching state of coma. On
stroke of midnight, Ministerial-
ists roused themselves to pitch
of hearty cheer when Report
Stage was brought to conclusion.
Tuesday.— Home Rule Bill
awaiting Third Reading, Welsh
Church Bill gets a look in.
Welsh Bill and Irish Bill re-
semble each other inasmuch as
mere mention ofOrderof the Day
is signal for stampede. When,
immediately after Questions, the
first Order is read by Clerk at
Table — to - day, for example,
" Welsh Church Disestablishment Bill;
Committee" — it behoves the Sergeant-
at-Arms to advance to Table and re-
Foo IN THE HOUSE.
other descriptive epithets applied to
the discourse.
Incident evoked one of those out-
bursts of self-sacrificing loyalty that
from time to time ennoble Parliamentary
debate. From corner seat behind Front
Opposition Bench GILBERT PARKER
listened with anguished feelings to this
attack on his esteemed LEADER. Rising
when MASON resumed his seat, the
POSITION," he said, "does not which I do not agree.
•OUTBURST OP SELF-SACRIFICING LOYALTY."
The LEADER OP THE OPPOSITION has said nothing with
appear to understand the Bill
(Sir GILBERT PARKER.)
move the Mace, which lies upon it
only when, with SPEAKER in Chair,
House is in full session. Of late this
has become a practice as perilous as
crossing Trafalgar Square at high-tide
of traffic. Stream of Members hurrying
out threatens to catch up Sergeant-at-
Arms and carry him forth on
crest of wave. Only natural
grace and long - trained habit
enable Sir DAVID ERSKINE to
stem the current with dignity,
not to speak of personal safety.
Those who remain to carry on
debate make up in vigour of
speech for lack of numbers.
Considering we are talking about
a venerated Church, with its re-
tinue of bishops, rectors, vicars,
and all that, not forgetting the
charwoman, our language is
occasionally awful.
Charwoman, probably en-
gaged elsewhere, turned up
quite late in sitting. Was
armed in by JONES of Merthyr-
Tydvil. Question arose on pro-
posal to compensate lay patrons
and lay holders of freehold
offices in the Church. It was
here that EDGAR JONES drama-
tically appeared on scene with
simpering charwoman on his
arm. If compensation was go-
ing round she, he insisted, had
as much right to it as had the
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[JANUARY 22, 1913.
rector, and if she got it in common with
the rest "practically every penny the
Bill proposed to take away would get
back into the pockets of the Church."
Here broke forth flood of vituperation
before which even the charwoman
winced. Earlier in sitting, LORD BOB,
who is thoroughly enjoying himself,
described UNDER SECRETARY FOR HOME
OFFICE as "the villain in a melodrama."
COUSIN HUGH, not to be out of it, de-
clared "the Government ought to be
ashamed of putting words into a clause
with a view to secure by law that
injustice should be accomplished." As j
to EDGAR JONES and the charwoman, !
CRIPPS, fresh from the cooler Court of
Arbitration, telephoned the assertion
that " Welsh Members approach the
Bill with sole desire to see what plun-
der they can get." Tout le MONO
(ALFRED) venturing to do a few sums on
an imaginary blackboard, LYTTELTON
scornfully alluded to " his more malig-
nant associates," rude reference that
caused BRYNMOR JONES to blush to the
roots of his hair.
Unkindest, least deserved cut of all
was slashed at the MAD HATTER.
GouLDiNG moved closure. The MAD
HATTER, at the moment seated in deep
thought, stirred himself and said, " After
the smashing speeches delivered on this
side the only Member who ventures to
rise from opposite benches wants to
have the Question now put. There is
nothing more to be said."
Metaphorically wrapping his blanket
about him, after fashion of the Red
Indian whose customary formula for
bringing his remarks to a finale — "Top-
of-the-River has spoken " — he para-
phrased, he resumed his seat. And
what does the British public think was
the response this dignified interposition
met with ?
" Go on, Harlequin," one, happily
anonymous, cried from Opposition
Benches. Harlequin, quotha !
Cry taken up in various quarters.
MAD HATTER rose again ; greeted with
roar of contumely; above it, clarion-
tongued, rang his voice : " On a point
of order, Sir."
Just on stroke of half - past ten,
whilst Opposition roared and MAD
HATTER, during momentary pauses,
shouted " On a point of order," blade
of guillotine fell. Division took place ;
Charwoman Amendment defeated by
•291 to 179.
Business done. — Getting on nicely
with Welsh Disestablishment Bill.
Thursday. — Home Rule Bill read a
third time. It is now on the knees of
the Lords.
Most interesting episode in two
nights' not oppressively brilliant debate
was PRINCE ARTHUR'S dilemma in the
opening passage of speech moving re-
jection of the Bill.
" The whole course of our proceedings
reminds me," he said, " of those old I
comedies of intrigue in which the chief
schemer goes to each one of the sub-
ordinate characters in turn, and, giving
a different version of his object, induces
them by separate methods to carry put
his policy and finally loaves them all
dupes."
Hereupon, ripple of cachinnalion
rising from Treasury Bench swelled
into roar of laughter and ironical
applause. PBINCE ARTHUR stood a
moment in silent amazement. Turning
round, he asked BONNEH LAW what it
meant. BOXNER sagely shook his head.
" Armed in by JONES of Merthyr-Tydvil."
" I thought," said PRINCE ARTHUR,
when uproar had subsided, " I was not
usually slow in detecting what the
House expresses in the least articulate
fashion. But honestly I do not know-
on this occasion how I have earned the
warm approval of so many gentlemen
on both sides by the same observation."
Here there was fresh outburst of
genial laughter.
" None but he," said the MEMBER
FOR SARK, looking admiringly at his old
favourite, " a master of phrases, could
with equal brevity, more accuracy, and
fuller measure of the picturesque, have
described his own position when, ten
years ago, he, being Premier, was
manoeuvring round Tariff Reform."
Business done. — Home Rule Bill read
a third time by 367 votes against 257.
Asking for it.
'•While a party were returning by motorcar
from Onich to J''ort William, the car skidded
rar Deorriwhoarochan." — The Kcntkman.
THE RED HEADS.
A GREAT meeting was held in the
Scarlet Town Hall, under the auspices
of the Rufus League, on Friday last,
to discuss the alleged decrease in the
numbers of red-headed people and to
devise means to defeat it. • The Rufus
League, we may add, was originally
founded by the Norman king of that
name, and has always consisted of
twenty-two members, who are known
familiarly as the Twenty-two Carrots.
The Chair was taken by the Presi-
dent, Sir RUFUS ISAACS, who, in
accordance with the rules, opened the
proceedings by singing " O Ruddier
than the Cherry," tlio anthem of the
League. He then called on the Sec-
retary, the Right Hon. Lord Justice
Cherry — to whom we believe HANDF.L
dedicated the song in question — to
read the letters from various members
and sympathisers who were xinable to
attend. Foremost amongst them was
a spirited contribution from Mr. RUDDY
KIPLING, two lines of which we are
allowed to reproduce by kind permission
of his publishers: —
" Never the dingo dozes, never the bulrushes
shoot
But a red-polled son of England starts out
on the All-Red route."
The POET LAUREATE in a remarkable
letter pointed out that GOLDSMITH
began one of his most famous poems
with the words " Sweet Auburn."
Mr. HALL CAINE, who enclosed a
photograph of himself taken by the
new chrono-chrome process, wrote that,
if he might be permitted to jest on such
a subject, nothing was red about BACON
except his works, while SHAKSPEARE,
like BAYARD and Another who should
be nameless, favoured in his clievclurc
the hue immortalized in the portraits
of TITIAN.
Dr. C. W. SALEEBY, the famous
Professor of Eugenics, sent a brief but
momentous memorandum on the best
means of fostering the red corpuscles
which conduce to the pigmentation of
the capillary follicles. In his opinion
this could be best arrived at by a diet
of tomatoes, ginger and beetroot,
washed down by liberal potations of
Bui'gundy, Barolo and Chianti.
Sir RUFUS ISAACS, who was much
moved during the reading of the last
letter, then addressed the meeting. He
began by reminding them that his own
presence there in such an exalted
position was due rather to his name
than his mane. He then went on to
enumerate the losses which England
would suffer if this picturesque feature
of her rural and civic life were allowed
to die out. A red-haired man, wherever
j seen, never failed to bring into the
JANUARY 22, 1913.]
PUNCH, OR THE LONDON CIIAKIVART.
71
Man in Second Row. "THE LADY SEEMS TO PLEASE YOU?"
Man in Front Row. "THE ACCOMPAMST PLEASES ME, SIB.
WOODEN LEO IS WONDERFUL."
TlIE IOSE HE GETS Oil OF I1IAI 'CELLO FOB 1 MAS WITH A
prospect that warm touch which artists
j as different as COROT and LANDBEEB
so esteemed; while a red-haired girl,
wherever seen, was like a glint of gold.
(Loud cheers.) Were they to dis-
appear, what would become of that
curious enactment of nature which
provided that whenever one met a red-
haired girl one could see at the same
time a white horso? Scientists' had
for centuries puzzled their brains to
explain why this was, but in vain.
Yet the strange fact remained. As to
what were the causes of the decrease
in red hair no one could rightly say.
Many Unionists believed that the
Government at large, and Mr. LLOYD
GEORGE in particular, had discouraged
it, and were to be blamed in the matter.
But when they remembered that Mr.
LLOYD GEORGE was named after DAVID,
the ruddy antagonist of the Philistines,
they could hardly accept this view.
He himself saw some hope for the
future from Canada, in view of the
notoriously red hair of General WOLFE.
(Cheers.) Whatever they did, they
must not lose hope. He himself, as'
a member of the most optimistic
Cabinet of recent times, would never
do so. (Eenewed cheers.)
Mr. BERNARD SHAW, who apologised
for being not so fiery as he once was,
the alloy of old age having dimmed
his furnace — in other words, grey hair
having supervened — then spoke. He
said that as a descendant of OWEN ROE
O'NEILL and a sympathiser with the
Bed Hand of Ulster, though at the same
time a fervent supporter of maintaining
the Green above the Bed, he fully ap-
proved of the aims and objects of the
League. He called upon his twenty-one
fellow Carrots to pledge themselves to
do everything in their power to impress
upon Society the merits of ruddiness.
He himself was writing a play to that
end. (Cheers.) With Dr. SALEEBY'S
excellent programme he found himself
in agreement, except as regarded the
beverages. For the wines named he
would suggest substituting ginger ale
— (marked depression) and red ink —
(groans). Only on those conditions
could he retain his membership.
(Uproar, during which the meeting re-
solved itself into a free fight, everybody
seeing red.)
The Cannibals.
" Tha restaurant was also doing a large
business, many dinner parties being held to
partake of the special men which had been
provided." — Bombay Gazette,
A correspondent, whose heart is in
the right place, complains of the way
in which her letters have been treated
in the pillar-boxes. They come to her,
she says, " smeared all over with
suffragetted hydrogen."
" The offertory box inside the church porch,
at St. Paul's Church, Fairhaven. was broken
open between Monday at noon and yesterday.
If yon want a flno dramatic treat, go and
sen 'The Thief at the Pier Pavilion to-
night."— Lytham Standard.
" In connection with a possible association
of Samuel Taylor Coleridge and the late
Samuel Coleridge Taylor, it is seated that
such is not the case." — Musical Nf.rg.
So now we can all breathe again.
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[JANUARY 22, 1913.
AT THE PLAY.
" GET-KiCH-QuicK WALLINOFOUD."
IN iny anxiety to be a true admirer
of America and her genius, I would
give a lot to know that the plays which
she is now sending us were composed
exclusively for our market, just to see
to what lengths the dull Britisher would
let his silly leg be pulled before he
found out. But unhappily all these
dramas come trailing clouds of glory
accumulated in the course of prodigious
careers on the other side ; and this
means, if it means anything, that the
samples which they give us of vulgar
roguery on the one hand and stupid
cupidity on the other have been warmly
acknowledged by the American public
as representative of typical features in
the national character. I cannot bear
to believe this, and yet I may not do
our friends the effrontery of disputing
their opinion of themselves as reflected
in their own mirror of life.
This opinion was further endorsed
by the U.S.A. colony in London, who
figured in great force on the first night.
All the humours of Mr. COHAN'S play
were received by them with a very loud
enthusiasm, in which I could seldom
join, though I must have seen some of
the points. Every American present
seemed to have a financial interest in
the enterprise, or at least to regard the
national honour as being staked on its
success.
One thing I am thankful for: we need
never again worry about an enigma that
must often have troubled the thinking
mind — how it is that in America, where
J. nufit.i Wallingford (Mr. HALK HAMILTON)
to Horace Daw (Mr. JUMAN ROYCK). " Why
don't you get a smile like mine? It comes
off every time."
everybody is so smart, there is so much
money to be made and so quickly. How
can they even make a living by taking
one another in? Well, I gather from
Beady Money — and the revelation is
supported by Gct-Rich-Quicli Walling-
ford — that our minds had been abused;
that we were wrong in imagining that
all Americans are smart. It seems that
the mugs over there enjoy a numerical
superiority of at least ten to one.
It was a flaw in the new play that
its mugs were such " easy fruit." The
leading rogue never found an opponent
worthy of his steel. In Beady Money
it was a square fight all through —
diamond cut diamond — with the detec-
tive force. Here the only trouble, and
soon settled, was with a pretty typing-
girl.
I see in a brochure published by the
Management that the play " points
that excellent moral, ' Honesty is the
best policy.' " Let me, as a moralist,
warn the British public against this
misleading statement. It so happens
that a stroke of fortune gives a crown
of unpremeditated honesty, in a techni-
cal sense, to a scheme conceived and
executed in a spirit of the purest fraud.
These rogues do ill by stealth and wake
to find it fame. It was no fault of
theirs.
Let me also warn this same innocent
public against their persuasive charm.
Mr. HALE HAMILTON, with that in-
sinuating voice and accent and smile
of his, was irresistible for his victims on
both sides of the footlights. There is
something almost Greek in his catholic
feeling for the joy of life. Our British
stage-villains — burglars always ex-
cepted — are not built that way. They
take their vices, as the virtuous take
their pleasures, with a spice of sadness.
And this, of course, is morally sound.
But, put your morality aside as you
enter — there are cloak-rooms provided
in all modern play-houses — and you
will get a lot of simple fun out of
Wallingford. But you must not mind
the noise and rush ; the constant in-
cursions, at full speed, of negligible
people all busy in establishing an
atmosphere of American hustle; or
the endless introductions of one unim-
portant person to another which con-
stitute the dominant feature of the last
Act. And your sophisticated minds
must bear with the simple irony, mildly
Sophoclean, by which the villains
offer to take the audience into their
confidence.
And at the end, if you have not
laughed quite as freely as you were told
you were going to, do not cast doubt
on the American sense of humour, but
put the trouble down to your British
lack of it. This is the true hospitality.
" BILLY'S FORTUNE."
The maker of Billy's Fortune — I
refer to his adoptive father, and not
to Mr. EOY HORNIMAN — was never seen
by us, for he was a corpse before the
curtain rose ; but if his last will and
testament revealed the man he rmist
have been something of a humorist.
For in the first place he disappointed
his relations of the bulk of his fortune,
leaving it to Billy, a "pauper brat";
BEAR-BAITING.
Mr. Bradley (Mr. E. M. ROBSON) tries to
conciliate Billy (Master JOHNNIE BEOWN) with
a present for a good boy.
and, secondly, he bequeathed £100,000
to whichever family Billy should elect
to make his home with, after a three
months' test of each. Though ignorant
of this condition, Billy at once recog-
nises that he is meant to be spoiled,
and lends every possible assistance to
that end. Six months have elapsed
and we see him in the hands of No. 3
of the spoilers. He has developed into
a sort of " Buster Brown," and has the
whole menage under his little heel ;
his wildest freaks of behaviour being
tolerated, since correction is unthink-
able if his hosts are to secure a
favourable report. What with loss of
self-respect, and mutual suspicion as
between the competitors, it is a sad
revelation of some of the most de-
plorable aspects of human nature.
This kind of thing is only possible
on the stage if it goes without a
check to the laughter ; and, to be
frank, the Second Act had its intervals
of repose. But there were hilarious
moments, as when the entire household
paraded, as a military band, in various
sketchy uniforms, under the dragooning
of the Napoleonic infant.
In the Third Act we find Billy trans-
ferred to the care of an ideally happy
young couple. They, too, would be
glad to touch the money, but are not
going to sacrifice their own souls — or
Billy's — in the process. Accordingly,
on the very first evening (Christmas
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'Arry. "THANK 'KAVEN FOB THESE EABS; I ONLY WISH THEY WAS "onNs!"
Day, too) the rod comes out, and the
spoiling of the child is over for ever.
By 10 P.M. he is one of the family,
sitting in pyjamas round the fire and
listening contentedly to a fairy-tale, a
thing he had never done before. It
was a refreshing scene, made pretty
by the mother and children, and restored
our belief in humanity. And if there
was just a suspicion of priggishness in
the voices of the parents, this defect of
virtue should be easily remedied.
"Train up a child," says SOLOMON,
" in the way he should go, and ... he
will not depart from it." It was there-
fore no shock to me in the last Act when
Billy elected to take up his permanent
residence with this admirable family.
I trust that the character of little
Master JOHNNIE BROWN, who played.
Billy with considerable intelligence
and aplomb, will not be unfavourably
affected either by the preliminary
booming of him in the Press or by his
early contact with the seamy side of
human nature. Of the grown-ups, that
delightful actor, Mr. O. B. CLARENCE,
as one of the designing relations, bore
the chief burden in a part that suited
his distressful methods, though I can
imagine him funnier. The others fell
easily into the picture; but a kindly
Providence has given Miss MANHKIKLU
too genial a countenance for the
austerity of such a rdle as that of Aunt
Fanny.
Altogether a quite pleasant and in-
nocent little comedy, for which the
brief time it occupied (two hours gross)
was ample allowance. O. S.
" Florence.
Yesterday evening at the Lyceum before
a large and distinguished audience, Oscar
Browinug Efg delivered a lecture on the
English priests of the last century. The
lecturer related piquant anecdotes, hitherto
unpublished, concerning Bayron, Skelley,
Fwnibourne, Pennyson, Broaning, G. Eliot,
with all of whom ho was intimately ac-
quainted."— La Tribuna.
One regrets the veteran litterateur's
reticence on the subject of his lifelong
friendship with Sir Flip Spakeshear
and Skidney.
" Wilshire tells us that infantile paralysis is
caused by a germ conveyed by a stable fly."
Daily Herald.
These microbes are getting very lux-
urious in their methods of locomotion.
"DATE OF THE OAT RACE."
Evening Standard.
There must be some mistake. Our in-
formation is that both Universities have
decided to give the adversary beans.
"Complexions removed."
Advt. in " Daily Express."
At owner's risk, we presume.
THE LONDONER EXULTS
(over the cracks in St. Paul's).
I MAY be undersized and thin,
I may be drab and mean,
The smallest sort of fragment in
An infinite machine ;
Both Fame and Fortune may have
passed
And left me on the shelf,
But I 've begun to see the vast
Importance of myself.
It makes my modest bosom throb
With pride to note the rout
Of Art and Faith before the job
Of moving me about ;
The 'buses roar, the trains pursue
Their subterranean track —
I must be served and swifty too,
Though half the town should crack.
I thunder down to work each morn,
And some historic shrine
Must have its matchless fabric torn
To get me there at nine ;
And when I gather up my traps,
As sundown sets me free,
A nation's monuments collapse
To take me home to tea !
" He insisted on searching Sir Edward, and,
to the latter's horror, two acres were found up
his sleeve and one in his pocket."
Paignton Observer.
Where was the cow ?
PUNCH, OR THE LONDON CHARIVAEI.
[JANUARY 22, 1913.
which she carried
OUR BOOKING-OFFICE.
(Hi/ Mr. Punch's Staff of Learned Clerks.)
Mi: Siicrinaliam and Others (MILLS AND BOON) is the latest
production of that clever lady, Mrs. ALFRED SIDQWICK, and
displays her art in various lights all good, if not quite the
l.c>t. 'Mr. Slwrintjham, you should he told, is a long short
stoiy, almost a novel. The Others are short short stories,
and some sketches so slight as not to be stories at all. Mr.
Sheringham, however, is capital fun — a tale with all the
right elements of popularity : a poor heroine, friendless in
Paris, and some wicked adventurers who almost murdered
her to obtain some valuable shares,
about with her, as heroines
do, in a little bag.. This, of
course, was after she had
been enriched by the gifts of
a kind uncle, a financier, who,
having presented her with
stock certificates worth fifty
thousand pounds, left her
quite alone in a strange land,
at the mercy of a couple so
patently villainous that one's
flesh crept to read about
them. You will now not be
astonished to hear that
comic relief is supplied by a
page-boy (red-haired) and a
friendly cook, who fulfil then-
obvious purpose by helping
the heroine in moments of
urgent need. You will also
be prepared for my statement
that the whole thing shows
Mrs. SIDGWICK as a teller
of effective stories, such as
many writers could manage
with equal success, rather
than as the creator of any-
thing so exquisite as, for
example, The Severins. But
for the moments when one
demands no more than an
honest improbable tale of
love and crime and adven-
ture, told with just enough
distinction to preserve the
self-respect of the reader,
Mr. Sheringham will be found
very agreeable company.
let us say, The Salchcstcr Guardian. But, to turn from
tlio background to the characters, Mr. GILBERT CANNAN has
made a sporting if rather too ambitious attempt to chronicle
the doings and inter-relations of a largo clerical family (there
were ten of the Folyats, counting the parents), an attempt
that has hardly been rivalled, perhaps, since the days of
Miss CHARLOTTE YONOE, though what that good lady
would have said to her successor's tiresomely emancipated
views on life and love, as expressed through the lips of
Serge, the Bohemian eldest son, I shudder to think.
They were an unhappy family, the Folyats, from little James,
who fell off the roof on page 46, to Frederick, who shot
himself in the train on page 332 ; and the whole book is
undeniably gloomy ; but Mr.
GILBERT CANNAN writes well,
and, except when ho is
moralising, is always in-
teresting. But, if he ever
gets a whack on the head
from half-a-brick while he is
walking through Edward
Square, Manford, he must
not complain. He is simply
asking for it.
A TRUE GENTLEMAN.
Kindly Suburban Resident (to itinerant Plant MercJuint).
I 'LL TAKE OKE AS YOU SAY YOUIi WIFE AND CHILDREN ARE STARVING.
JUST PUT IT ON MY HAT ; YOU WILL FIND A SOVEREIGN IN MY LEFT-
I'LL WAIT HEBE TILL YOU BltlSG THE
I have discovered a jolly
winter evening game for the
HAND WAISTCOAT-POCKET.
CHANGE."
inhabitants of Manford
and Salchester on the banks of the river Irsley. They
must buy copies of Mr. GILBERT CANNAN'S new book,
Hound the Corner (MAKTIN SECKER), and go through it
carefully, trying to identify the names of local streets
and buildings through the not too difficult fog of aliases
with which the author has enshrouded them. They will
like the game, I think, but I am not at all so sure that
they will like Mr. GILBERT CANNAN. For he has very few
good things to say of what he calls "the darker half of
our town on the north bank of the poisoned river." And
when I read such sentences as " he walked to the station
through the dark railway arches, through Town Hall Square
with its statues of John Bright, the late Bishop, the Prince
Consort, and a local philanthropic sweater," I envy with a
deep envy the task of the man who reviews this book for,
Her name was Barbara
Burdone, and she was called
by her old nurse Lady Bab.
When her father, Lord Bran-
chester, married again she
got on quite badly with her
step - mother. So, after a
tempestuous interlude in a
scholastic establishment for
young ladies and an incident
on the high road, where
Barbara turns a gentleman
cut-purse's pistols upon him-
self, we find her at sea in a
war-ship, en route to join her
banished brother in Canada.
And because the ship is
French you get the quaint
experience of hearing the
English fleet spoken of as
the enemy ; indeed, there is
even an engagement, ending
with honours easy — though
I own to having been a little
surprised that so fiery a piece
as Lady Barbara did not blow
up something and hand the
vessel over to the British
admiral. However, she arrived in Quebec safely, and in-
stituted a further series of adventures with lied Indians
and such. 1 ought to tell you that she has been invented
by Mrs. ALICE WILSON Fox, who gives to the book the
certainly very appropriate title of A Regular Madam (M.vc-
MILLAN). It is a story of simple but pleasant and entirely
wholesome happenings chiefly intended for the daughters
of gentlemen, to whom indeed it should make a strong
appeal.
" Adult members of Chagford Parish Church Choir, ringors, church-
wardens, and sidosmon were entertained to supper at the Rectory on
Thursday by the Rector. The latter part of the evening was spent
in harmony."— The Western Horniny News.
We wonder what had happened earlier. A little trouble
perhaps over the apple sauce.
JANUARY 29, 1913.J
PUNCH, OK THE LONDON CHARIVARI.
75
CHARIVARIA.
No women are allowed on the terri-
tory of the newest Republic, Mount
Atlios. An expeditionary force of
Suffragettes is, we hear, to bo fitted
out at once. ^ #
Mr. LLOYD GEORGE, at the National
Liberal Club, proposed the health of
tho members of the Liberal Insurance
Committee. In the present congestion
the health of the Insured will have to
look after itself. ^ *
*'
There is still a good deal of miscon-
ception in regard to the provisions of
the Insurance Act. The wife of a
Liverpool carter who presented her
husband with a complete set of quad-
ruplets last week was
evidently under the im-
pression that she would
be entitled to four mater-
nity boni. # j.
The L. C. C. has de-
cided that undertakers
shall be exempt from the
half -holiday under the
Shops Act. It • was no
doubt realised that a
holiday might render
them unbecomingly
cheerful. ... ,..
Lecturing on " Hered-
ity of Sex " at the Royal
Institution, Professor
BATESON said that there
was a certain amount of
truth in the theory that
sons took after their
mothers and daughters
after their fathers. Our
number of well-road burglars make a
pious pilgrimage to this house from
the Metropolis, and stand gazing up at
it, hat in hand. ... ^.
*
Dr. FRANK MAT.LORY, of Harvard
University, has, it is announced,
isolated tho whooping -cough germ.
It is to be hoped that the noisy little
beggar has been confined in a sound-
proof coll.
A comedy called The Joneses is to be
produced as soon as a suitable theatre
can be secured. A play with this title
should do well, if only all the Joneses
go to see whether they are mentioned
in it. * <;
*
With reference to the burning of
with an English version, for the sako
of our Frencii visitors. I
The interview, last week, bi-l ucrn
Mr. LLOYD GKOUOF. and the Fish-
wives must have been somewhat
piquant. It is said that one of tho
ladies cried out, "Mr. Grom;r. wlir-rc
would you have been without Hillings-
gate?"
Practical Joking in the House.
"M.P.'S SKAT.
SOME OnscuiiK LKGAL POINTS RAIBKD."
Lii-rrpool /•>/»..
" As he sits before you at tho breakfast tablo
— for tho breakfast table is his time foe talk —
he seems tho most light-hearted and un-
troubled of mon. Even little Megan, who
passes you the jam — for you help yourselves in
this informal household —
docs not seem more gay, nor
tho black pug that snores on
tho hearthrug more free from
care." — From a character
sketch of Mr. Lloyd George
in " The
Leader."
Unity Neil's and
Wife of his Bosotn (in course of domestic difference). "COWARD! BBUTE!
RUFFIAN I Pio I MONSTEK I BEAST I OH, I WISH YOU KNEW WHAT I THOUGHT
OP YO01 "
Original and boldly in-
novating in all things,
the CHANCELLOR, it will
be noticed, dispenses
with the servants, who,
throughout breakfast, in
less informal houses,
stand behind one's chair.
"Dr. McClure, the head-
master of Mill Hill School,
has been granted sir months'
leave . . . to attend a Sunday-
school." — The I'resbj/terian.
It sounds rather a stiff
course.
experience,
however, is that the modern child in-
sists on taking before its parents.
* •::
At the same time we can offer no
objection to the title of the lecture —
" Heredity of Sex." There can be no
doubt that sex is hereditary, children
almost invariably being of the same sex
as one or other of their parents.
* :;:
••VICTOR 'IGRAYSON
WANTS A REVOLUTION "
" Daily Herald" poster.
A few public-spirited men are, we hear,
thinking of clubbing together to buy
VICTOR a ticket to South America.
It is pointed out that a house at
Chortsey, which is now for sale, was
the scene of Bill Bikes' burglary as set
forth in Oliver Twist. We should
have thought this would have been a
questionable attraction to purchasers,
for, no doubt, every fine Sunday a
Tom Jones at Doncaster, in order that
the morals of racing men may not be
imperilled, it always seems to us some-
thing of a mystery that many of our
modern novels do not perish from
spontaneous combustion.
:|: -.;:
•
From Paris it is announced that
ladies' dresses are to be fitted up with
pockets. So it is all over with man's
one point of superiority over the other
sex ! ... ...
" TIME-TABLES NEEDLESS,"
announces a certain railway company.
It will be interesting to see whether
the idea spreads, and a certain other
company announces
USELESS."
1 TIME -TABLES
In a new edition of a well-known
cookery book some strictures are passed
on the French
average menu.
to be found on our
We certainly think
that it should always be accompanied
" One vice at a time,
please," urged her husband,
helping himself to a gammon of bacon."
From one of Messrs. Sxxxxxrxx's sparkling
articles in " The Westminster Gazette."
Breakfast over, he resumed his injec-
tions of morphine.
1 ' Governess, to take full charge of 3 children,
including mailcart."— Adrt. in "Liverpool
Daily Vost and Mercury."
To bo precise, what is really wanted is
a Groom-Governess.
' ' Recommended experienced chauffeur-
mechanic, 4 years last situation, 75 years'
private driving." — The Autocar.
The year 1838 will always be remem-
bered for the impetus which it gave to
the motor industry.'
Winter Fashions.
" Karly in the morning, shortly before
9 o'clock, His Royal Highness was seen
around the magnificent grounds of ' Raveng-
crag,' and at 9.30 he issued forth clad simply
in a short overcoat, and with gaiters to protect
his legs against tho cold." — Montreal Star.
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PUNCH, OR THE LONDON CHARIVARI. [JANUARY 29. 1913.
THE CONSCIENCE OF PARLIAMENT.
[For oneo in a way the Party Whips were taken off and Members
•were allowed, on the Women's Suffrage question, to vote according
to their consciences. Partly owing to atrophy of this organ, some
very strange and complicated intrigues resulted from the Cabinet's
dispensation.]
WHAT mean these most unusual cries
That hurtle through the deafened lobbies,
Cross-questions and oblique replies
From those who back their several hobbies,
All, like the polyglots of Babel,
Talking as hard as ever they are able ?
What should portend this curious breach
Of Liberal tie and Tory tether;
Old foes embracing each with each
And friends at fisticuffs together,
So that you get no sort of clue
From party labels as to who is who ?
Can Reason from her throne have fled?
Over some riddle, dark and knotty,
Has Parliament mislaid her head
And gone (in vulgar diction) dotty ?
Nay ! 'Tis the voice, long out of use,
The still small voice of Conscience breaking loose. „
Conscience at play! Ah, picture how,
Ever the sport of cruel lashes
Laid by the "Whips on back and brow,
All pink and blue with weals and gashes,
Trodden beneath the tyrant's boots,
Goaded and herded like dumb driven brutes —
Pictiire, I say, how when the yoke
Was lifted from, his neck, poor martyr,
Like an emancipated moke
Free to enjoy the winds' wide charter,
Each Member tossed his happy heels .
And filled the air with blithe, discordant squeals.
Look how their hearts and lungs expand
For joy of Freedom's fair amenities !
Hcrw bright, but (on the other hand)
How tragically brief a scene-it is !
Too soon will they be summoned back
T6 play once more the1 hopeless party-hack.
Alas ! ao strong are habit's reins,
Meekly they '11 reassuine their fetters,
Cease to employ their private brains,
Sworn to the bidding of their sweaters,
And soak in that abysmal sink —
The life where nobody 's allowed to think.
0. S.
Note received by a Liverpool doctor : — •
"Mrs. regrets not being ablo to keep her appointment with
Dr. owing to sickness to-day at 12 o'clock as arranged."
"Lost between Walton and Ormskirk, three Brown Hampers anc
one White one, named Seddon." — Ormskirk Advertiser.
We once had a bag that answered to the name o
Gladstone; and it came to a I a 1 end.
ALL THE WORLD'S A SCHOOL.
HAVING noticed in a contemporary an interview with
Sir HERBERT BEERBOITM THEE, in which the great actor
aid not only, " I am completing my education by touring
he world," but "I hope my holiday may be beneficial to
ny art, and therefore a benefit to the public," the Secrc-
ary of the Royal Geographical Society at once hurried to
he home of the illustrious histrion with the purpose of
Hitting a number of supplementary or " arising-out-of "
•juestions.
He found Sir HERBERT three deep in the paraphernalia
of travel. Moccasins and snowshoes jostled mosquito nets
,nd scfmbreros. Hero was an alpenstock, there an ice
mtchet; guns, boots, howdahs, pith 1 ehnets were every-
where. GALTON'S Art of Travel lay on the iloor, and beside
t copies of Near Home and Far Off. Medicine chests were
oeing filled; crates containing beads and gaily coloured
sloths .(for .the natives) were being packed; busts of
STANLEY and Captain COOK stood on the mantelpiece, each
wearing a wreath.
In the midst of this confusion was Sir HERBERT.
" What can I do for you? " ho asked, with his profound
and unfailing courtesy.
" Observing," replied the visitor, " that you have selected
iravel as the medium by which you are to complete your
education, I thought it would be interesting to inquire how
'ar you mean to go ? "
" My plans are not too definite," said Sir HERBERT. " I
shall wander where I like."
"May I ask where you are going first ?"
"To Moscow," said Sir HERBERT.
"And what particular mental vacuum do you expect that
ity to fill?,"
" I am proposing there to take lessons in dancing. I think
of attending the same school which sent forth the divine
NIJINSKY to enchant the world."
" Good," said the geographer, taking out his note-book.
And Austria ? "
"Among the Tyrolese eminenccsl hope," said Sir HERBERT,
" to perfect my jodelling."
"In China?"
"In China I intend to immerse myself in thos'e ancient
humours and emotions of the Celestial Empire which have
just blossomed so gloriously at ft neighbouring theatre
managed by one of my knighted colleagues."
" You will return, I take it," hazarded his visitor, '-' when
the education is complete — when the receptacle can hold
no more?"
" Well, yes ; 4et us leave it at that," said Sir HERBERT.
" That is to say, if you were on your way to Patagonia,"
continued the geographer, "and found at Buenos Ayres that
you knew all, you would not proceed to Patagonia, but
hurry back in order that the public might at once begin to
' enjoy the benefits ' ? "
Sir HERBERT TREE boughed, as to the manner born.
"But," he said, "I must ask you now to excuse me. I
have to leave in two hours."
"Certainly. But one more question, and the last," said
the geographer, reaching for his hat. " How long do you
expect to be away ? "
" About a week, I think."
" In connection with the Highweek Church Sunday schools the
annual treat was held on Thursday afternoon. . . . Miss gavt
a disgraceful dance, which was highly appreciated."
Devon and Newtun Tune: .
Human nature will out, even at a Sunday-school enter
tainment.
"The thing will bo to sea . . . the factory girl married to young
Wakes."— -English Iteview.
Other things to see will be " Our Liz " married to Augusl
Bankholiday, young Jeffcote eloping at dead of night with
Hindle Town Hall, and our Dramatic Critic getting the
piny into his head.
PUNCH, OR THH LONDON CHARIVARI.— JANUABY 29, 1913.
THE SURREY RIVIERA.
FATHEU THAMES (singing plainiiwly). " I KNOW A BANK WHERE THE FOUL SLIME FLOWS."
[London is beginning to recognise that it is high time to set about correcting the unsightlir.Cis of the Right Bank of the Thames.]
JANUARY 29, 1913.]
PUNCH, OR TIIK LONDON CHARIVARI.
79
— A-T 5r-UTV«—
"Hiir.Lo! WHATEVEB'S THE JIATTEB WITH TOO, BEBTIE?"
" EOTTKtf LUCK, OLD MAN ; COT AH ATHLETE'S HEART PLAYIS1 ' CoOJT-CAN.' "
THE MILO MEASURE.
DEAK MB. PUNCH, — I wonder if you
will be sweet enough to act as my
advance agent in booming a little
practical feminine invention which I
am about to place on the market. As
you know very well, the Venus di Milo
represents that absolute ideal of pro-
portion which every woman aims at,
though,., of course, the lady in the
l.ouvre is on the large side and a little
battered about the extremities. As no
doubt you are also aware, some years
ago certain artistic experts took the
measurements of the statue and re-
duced them to normal human scale and
have supplied the world with the
measurements which are exactly those
which the Venus di Milo would have
possessed if she had been a living
\\omtin of 5ft. 4in. in height. Now,
this table has hitherto apparently re-
presented a hopelessly unattainable
ideal, until quite recently the feminine
world was fluttered by the news of an
American girl whose measurements are
claimed to approximate to those of the
famous statue. It was then the busi-
ness of The Daily 'Mirror to find a
successful rival in England, and, that
being speedily accomplished, I think
I may say without exaggeration that
the interest in Milo measurements has
become so universally keen that nearly
every woman of average height on both
sides of the Ocean has been busy with
a tape measure.
I was lately assisting at one of these
private stances, and it was when I
noticed how frightfully backed my
friend was to find that her neck and
ankles, for instance, were all right, and
how disheartened she grew to find her
waist and fore-arm, shall wo say, were
all wrong, that a great inspiration for
the benefit of my sex flashed across my
brain.
That inspiration has now borne
fruit in." The Milo Measure," price l/-
in untarnishable nickel case (patent
applied for). I guarantee that this
dainty toilet necessity, on which the
Milo measurements are marked out —
74 inches for ankle, 13-2 for calf, 26 for
waist, and so on — will make Venuses of
all women of average height, and thus
brighten the entire feminine outlook
and bring a rosy atmosphere of classical
beauty to many a grey suburban home.
All that the purchaser has to do in
order to make her proportions come out
identical with those of the Milo is to
grasp the end of the Measure between
the thumb and finger of the left hand,
place the thumb and finger of the right
hand firmly on the particular number of
inches required, and apply the Measure
to. each Kmb or feature in turn. The
Measure will do the rest.
Yours very sincerely, EVA.
P.S. — I am confidently counting on
your assistance, dear Mr. Punch, as my
advance agent, so I think it is only
right to inform you that "The Milo
Measure " is made of clastic web.
"According to the 'Bsard of Trada Labour
| Gazette,' the greatest proportionate increases
, in food prices in 1912, compared with 191.1,
ure as follow : —
I,?ad. 28.2 per cent.
Copper, 25.8 per cent.
Pig iron, 14.8 per cent.
Coal, 11.1 percent."
T,irrt-pcol EcJto.
And with food like this our teeth, too,
, will cost us more.
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PUNCH, OR THE LONDON CHARIVARI.
[.JANUARY 29, 1913.
RUPERT.
Hri'KHT, the horse, camo to us with
the best references, and I 'm sure he
always mount well and tried his hardest,
but we all have days when tilings go
wrong and we feel like slamming the
door or smashing something, and I
think that was Rupert's trouble on the
ill-fated morning.
.Papa has an excellent custom of
riding about the neighbourhood on
horseback to shake up his — to keep
him lit, and that was where Eupert
came in ; and, as I was saying, he was
" I came away. I was too indignant
to discuss the matter with them at any
length : I could find no excuse for their
behaviour. If they wished to dance
they should have waited until a suit-
able occasion presented itself. It 's a
growing scandal, you know7. Bad
enough for people to go about without
visible means of support. They should
at least observe the common courtesies
of the highway."
" Yes," I said, " advice would have
been wasted on them ; but what did
you do with Rupert ? "
" Well," he said, " it was rather a
problem. He was a little difficult to
a conscientious horse and as a rule did
the job well.
On the morning in question
Papa had gone out riding and
I was doing the housekeeping,
and was in fact in the kitchen
expounding the Insurance Act to
the cook for about the twentieth
time. It seemed to her un-
reasonable that she might not
immediately begin to draw in
some benefits, and I was at
great pains making it clear to
her that the game couldn't begin
till she got ill or married or some-
thing, and that for the present
she must derive what satisfaction
she could from contemplating
her card, which really looked
very pretty with the stamp-col-
lection on it.
The discourse was interrupted
by the advent of Papa, who came
in rather furtively through the
back door with his hair awry
and a lot of mud on his clothes.
There was riot the least doubt
what had happened to him.
"Ah, Felicity," l:e began,
" I — I 've just returned — rather
unexpectedly."
"Oh, Papa," I cried, "have
you fallen off?"
" Certainly not," he answered
with dignity. " Riding-men never fall deal with, and as the tramps offered to
otf. Sometimes they are thrown, of close in on him and bring him home
course." — ' — '- - -, . , •
• " Yes, I meant that,
dear ? How did it happen ?
READ THIS ABOUT THE DECLINE
First Blood. "HAVE YOU
OP THE BIRTH-HATE ? ' '
Second Blood. " YES ; MAKES ONE RATHER ANXIOUS. AFRAID
IT 'LL LEAD TO CONSCRIPTION ! "
to parley with them, and I kept an eye
on the proceedings from behind the
window-curtain.
It was soon evident that they were
demanding most extortionate sums for
salvage, and I began to be afraid that
Papa would be unable to cope with the
situation, so I decided on immediate
action, and, raising the sash, leaned out.
" Papa, papa," I cried.
" Yes, my dear."
" An awful thing 's happened. The
bloodhounds have escaped. They 've
eaten the under-gardener and they 're
tearing round the shrubbery."
The tramps threw up the game at
— once. In five seconds they were
' out of sight.
It took some time to reassure
Papa, who at first believed that
there really were bloodhounds
concealed about the premises.
" Well, I thought you might
have got some, Felicity," he
said ; " I never know what
you '11 do next."
As a matter of fact wo haven't
any dog at all. The idea was
mooted a short time ago, but
Dora the cat and Stephen the
hedgehog filed a petition against
it and the proposal was dropped.
For some days the fate of
Rupert was the chief topic under
discussion. Papa said he felt he
could never he reconciled to him
again and refused even to go
near the stable, and in the mean-
while Rupert took life easily
and ate his head off.
" We 'd better give him a
month's notice," I said.
" Not at all," said Papa.
" You don't do that with horses.
The thing to do is to send the
groom up to TATTERIDGE'S with
him and sell him ; and I hope
the man who buys the brute
will enjoy himself."
worked out all right. The
This
when he appeared to be in a more
Are you hurt, reasonable frame of mind I accepted
..en?" their proposal. It was, I thought, an
However, Papa was disinclined to opportunity to repair to some extent
relate the adventure, in the- presence of the mischief they had wrought."
cook, naturally enough, and it was not " Papa, they '11 steal him," I cried,
till ho had changed his clothes that
I learned the details.
It appeared that all had gone well
For a moment he seemed to brighten
at the suggestion, but then he shook
his head.
until they reached the open country,) "I doubt it," he said. "They did
where they encountered two dis- not appear to me to be horsey men at
reputable tramps, who joined hands all. I don't think they would have
and executed a dance in front of the much use for Rupert."
horse. Rupert, unable to contain his
indignation, reared up, and Papa lost
his balance and slid off over his tail.
"And what did you do then?"
asked.
And Papa proved to be right, for
while we were
tramps camo
horse in tow.
sitting at lunch the
up the drive with the
After some hesitation Papa went out
TATTERIDGE people said there was no
difficulty. If we would let them have
the horse and furnish them with a
description for the catalogue they would
do the rest.
" We must try to get a real pen-
picture of Rupert," I said, " so that
he '11 go off well."
I took a lot of trouble with it. It
went like this. You might like to hear
it if you are interested in Rupert : — •
" Good horse ; very little worn ; stock
size; colour, Vandyke brown ; amiable;
industrious; sober. To sell, or would
exchange for nice sable stole and muff'."
" I don't want a stole and muff,
though," said Papa when I showed it
him for criticism and appreciation.
"No, but you will soon," I said.
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PUNCH, OK TJIK LONDON CI I A I! IV A I! I.
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•• When?"
•• When my birthday conies iif\i
month."
However, tlie people at TAMI:KIIH.I;'.S
ciiii'i'cd him as a "Good hack. Quiet
to lido for a lady." The red tape there
i-. ahout as bad as in any Government
(leparlmonl. I'm sure with my testi-
monial ho would have gone off very
\\ell, instead of being knocked down,
ta I'apa said, for a mere. song. Rupert
wouldn't like that.
And so for a time Papa was horso-
lr^-> and wont about like ordinary
people; but it didn't suit him. His
temper began to get fretful. I decided
that he must have something to jog
his to exercise him, and I came and
talked to him seriously.
" Why don't you get another horse,
I'upu? " 1 said.
"Another one? "
" Yes ; get a nice tame one, you
know."
" Oh, no," ho said. '• That wouldn't
do at all. I want a horse with a lot of
mettle. Of course it must have some
self-control as well."
" Well, couldn't you get one like
that ? " I suggested. " You oughtn't
to give up your riding, you know."
" Yes, I daresay I could," he said.
" I 'm a pretty fair judge of a horse.
1 11 look in at TATTEEIDOE'S to-morrow
and see if I can find one to suit me."
[ would have gone with him, but
[ had a party on that afternoon —
Blindman's Buff and Coon-Can, I think
it was.
I got back from it rather late and
found Papa already returned, fearfully
pleased with himself and looking very
horsey with a large cigar in his mouth
and a whisky-and-soda on the mantel-
piece.
" What success ? " I asked.
" Picked out the very horse," he said.
"leather expensive. Cost a good deal
more than Kupert, but well worth the
money."
" Where is he ?"
"I rode him back. He's in the
stables. Come round and see him."
Ho showed him off with great pride.
I walked all round the horse. He
winked at me and whisked his tail
towards Papa.
"I suppose you didn't meet any
trumps on the way down," I said
"No. Why?"
" Well, if you had, he might have
given himself away."
Who might?"
" Rupert."
The X-Ray Eye.
'• I have been .sitting at the window making
i hi' number of 'liust-s, and the contents
•riigi-rs."— Letter in " The Jfnmpstead
<"'" .S7. John's ]\-o:,<l Atli-ertiser."
IS ENGLAND DECLINING?
Tltc Old Hand. "Tnis 'LL GIVE you AN IDKA OP WOT THINGS is COIIIN' TO. Wire, A KKW
EAKS AGO A TIN LIKE THIS WOULD 'AVE 'AD A COUl'LE OP 8ABDINE8 IN; p'«'AP8 TUBKK."
Commercial Candour.
"GENUINE SALE,
FntssT FOII FIVK YEAIIS.'
Advt. on the window of a shop in OJ-ford
Sired.
Letter from a native who runs a
regimental coff'ee-shop at Meerut : —
"Sir, — I am extremely sorry to bring to
•our kind notice of running short about ham
n my stock on account of Xmas. I hope to
gut it very soon from Bombay. No sooner I
will receive it I will let your honour know all
>f a sudden. Hoping for an excuse for this
•ofusal and obliging very much for the trouble
>f forgiveness, I beg to remain, Sir, yours
bedientlv," Ac., A-c.
How to Attract a Congregation.
" The REV. W. F. LOFTHOUSK,
M.A. (Birmingham),
Will preach at 11 and 0.30.
AI.K COUDIALLY INVITED."
Shrewsbury Commercial it. I.itfrary Clii'oniile.
" English Mistress for small high-class Day
School in London. Degree or equivalent, and
experience in high -class private school work.
Chnrchwoman. Non-res. £100 and mid-day
dinner, increasing." — Journal of Education.
After three months the lady expects to
make nothing of an ox roasted whole.
" A suffragist tea-shop has b?on set up
within a stone's throw of the Houses of
1'arliiiiAont." — Daily Chronicle.
" Stone's throw " is cood.
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PUNCH, OR THE LONDON CHARIVARI.
[JANUARY 29, 1913.
MUSICAL NOTES.
THE successful appearance of the
banjo at the Queen's Hall Symphony
Concerts on Saturday week is, we are
glad to learn, likely to be followed by a
further invasion of the orchestral pre-
serves by instruments hitherto deemed
unworthy of such an honour. The
prospectus of the New Romantic
Orchestral Concerts, just issued, an-
nounces that on April 1st Mr. Oliver
Pilditch will produce a new symphony
by Professor Quantock do Banville,
entitled "The Brontes," dedicated to
Mr. CLEMENT SHORTER. The sym-
phony, which will occupy ninety
minutes in performance, is not only
scored for every one of the instruments
employed in MAHLER'S Seventh Sym-
phony, but also includes parts for a
quartet of penny whistles, and a solo
" Brilliantine Zither-Comb," which will
be played on this occasion by Mr.
SHORTER himself.
Another novelty to be produced later
in the season is a Mystical Tone Poem,
entitled " The Wandering Jew," by
Mr. Hamish MacSlazenger, the young
Russo- Scottish composer who is already
known as the Moscow-Glasgow Strauss.
In a brief but alluring account of the
new composition Mr. Oliver Pilditch
informs us that no key signature is
affixed to any of the fifteen movements
of which the work is made up, and that
it has practically no tonality at all. A
wonderful effect is produced in the
Sciutrzo, in which four barrel-organs
are introduced, each playing different
tunes in different keys and each sur-
mounted by a monkey wearing a red
coat, while the motto theme, or idee fixe,
is always given out by a group of Jew's
harps, specially constructed for the
occasion and called the " Magnifico
Ponaposo Solomon Glory - Harps."
These, it is reassuring to hear, will
be played by real Rabbis. The score of
the Symphony, which occupies just
under two hours in performance, mea-
sures 4x4x2 parasangs and weighs
almost exactly 62 poods.
Mr. Odo Gurglitz, tho manager of
Mr. Bamberger, writes to us with
reference to the tragic experiences of
DANIEL MELSA, the Polish violinist
now performing in London, on which
so much stress has been laid in the
Press. In the biographical sketch of
DANIEL MELSA, which is now being
circulated, we read how during an anti-
Jewish pogrom at Lodz in 1905 his
playing rrielted the heart of the Cossack
leader and saved the fiddler's life.
Mr. Gurglitz observes that he lias
not tho smallest intention of disputing
the absolute accuracy of the above
statement. All he wishes to point out,
in justice to Mr. Bauibcrgcr, is that on
at least four several occasions he (Mr.
Bamberger) was exposed to dangers
compared with which tho ordeal of
DANIEL MELSA was a trivial experience.
The occasions were as follows : in
September, 1907, Mr. Bamberger was
captured by the Fifofumi cannibals in
New Guinea and was partially eaten
before he was rescued by a punitive
expedition commanded by Mr. Gurglitz
and the famous ex-cannibal chieftain,
Gobolo, whose beautiful daughter,
Ispowispop, entertained a romantic
but unrequited affection for Mr.
Bamberger. The second occasion was
in Odessa in 1909, where Mr. Bam-
berger was blown up by Nihilists
while ho was playing tho piano, and
came down unhurt at a distance of
nearly 200 yards, although the piano
was smashed to atoms.
Mr. Bamberger's third escape was
in 1910 from a boa constrictor of the
deadly pompelmoose variety which,
entering his bungalow at Delhi while
he was asleep, wound itself round the
form of the great musician. On
awaking to his peril, Mr. Bamberger
never lost his nerve for a moment.
He just simply said, " I am Bam-
berger," and the great serpent submis-
sively unwound itself, sat up in the
corner with a pleading expression until
the Maestro had played a brief morcean,
and then joyfully undulated out of the
apartment. Fourthly and lastly, in
February, 1912, when his father-in-
law, Sir Pompey Boldero, F.R.S.L.,
was closely observing the contents of
the crater of Vesuvius and inadvertently
fell in, Mr. Bamberger laapt into the
boiling gulf and brought him out in a
parboiled but otherwise well-preserved
condition.
The list of the Queen's Hall Orchestra
is — if we believe in the proverb nomen
a»ien — an interesting study. It has a
BRAIN for one of its principals. It has
a CAMBRIDGE to strengthen its appeal
to academic hearers ; while twoQuAiFEs
should endear it to cricketers. Lastly,
literature and journalism are repre-
sented by a GYP, a CONRAD, and a-
GARVIN. We note with interest that
Mr. GARVIN plays the trombone.
For Bargain-hunters.
•DETECTIVE TALES,
3Jd. each.
3 for Is."
Notice in bookseller's window in BridUnyton
OUR BOOMING TRADE.
" YES, indeed ! things are looking
up," said a chatty undertaker to his
colleague last week.
" How 's that ? — and with all this
warm weather? "
" Well, they "re all broken - down
doctors on our panel, and they 've
each got three thousand patients."
Tho above short dialogue illustrates
the prevailing optimism, of which we
can give several other instances.
The decreased takings of many
thousands of shop-keepers through
the operation of the Shops Act have
spelt prosperity to a large number of
newly - appointed bankruptcy clerks
and brokers' men.
Corset-designers are saying they
never had such a time. Every day
some new " curve " is displayed in the
advertisement columns of our contem-
poraries. The four-o'clock model will
soon be outmoded by the " Stop-press "
stays of the Late Special Edition.
Fabulous sums are now being earned
by lightning fashion artists.
Princely salaries also are the reward
this season of favourite football pro-
fessionals. They are now " cornered,"
like any other commodity in demand.
Enterprising club-managers are " bull-
ing " and " bearing " their little gold-
mines on the Soccer Exchange.
The soaring prices of petrol and the
consequent shortage of taxis have re-
stored the lost art of pedestrianism and
set the boot-making trade on its feet
again, together with • the ancillary
manufactures of brown-paper soles and
composition boot-heels.
Tho prosperity of rag-and-bone-time
merchants, with their parasites of the
hurdy-gurdy and the German band, is
going up by leaps and bounds. Mean-
while the railway returns show heavy
advances, due to a strong desire in tho
less nutty circles of society to escape
from this obsession.
The above are only a few of the
indications, beside tho figures of the
Board of Trade, that the outlook for
England is of the most encouraging.
ZIG-/AG.
Municipal Frankness.
From tho agenda of the Lahore
Municipality (llth January, 1912) : —
"Papers regardingan expenditure of Rs. 150
for provision of pipe-water for gwalas (cow-
keepers) living in Gual Mandi, with a view to
improvement in milk supply."
JANUARY 29, 1913.]
PUNCH, OR THE LONDON CHARIVARI.
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FASHION NOTE.
SCENE — A popular seaside resort in winter.
Kite. "On, MB. BROWSE, IF sou BEE MY BISTER,' TELL HER I'VE GONE IN. DON'T KNOW HER?
SHE'S MESSED JUST LIKE ME."
OH, YOU CAN'T MISS HEB,
THE DUEL.
(To a vine-grower of Provence now sojourning in England
for the puiyose of acquiring her language.)
You camo to a clime where agues rack us,
And the chill wind never stops ;
You came from the yards of young lacchua
To a realm of malt and hops.
You came with your pleasant sun-made manners
And a bolder taste in ties ;
The South on your cheek flew crimson banners,
And her songs were in your eyes.
And ever I dreamed, as sorts of weather
On weather of sorts were piled,
This courtesy soon must reach its tether-
But ever you smiled and smiled ;
Flattered our rain-washed air as bracing,
And London as gigantcsqitc ;
Her streets you never got tired of pacing
And her views were picturesque.
And I thought anon of the morn of Crecy,
And the hour of Poictiers' field,
And the slime grew worse and the strests were messy,
• And I said, " This man must yield."
The light in his eyes — is there naught can dim it ?
No thrust that his heart can wrench,
And wring from his lips, " Your land 's the limit,"
Or whatever that is in French ?
I have it. The fog ! He will pass some stricture
When he sees that ghost-filled gloom ;
When, writhen and foul, like a Futurist picture,
The street coils into the room.
And the fog did come — particular, proper,
And brewed of the broth of peas ;
You could cut great chunks of it off with a choppsr
And hand it about like cheese.
It was horrible, octopus-armed, unnerving ;
But I found you amid the press
Gay as a June-tide grig, preserving
Tonjours la politesse.
One might have thought you were eating honey
As the maze of the murk you thrid ;
I asked if you liked the taste. Oh, sunny
Child of romance, you, did.
I yielded then ; I knelt on a glad knee.
" London," I said, " resign !
Lady of soot, thou art Ariadne,
And this is the lord of wine."
Not soon shall memory lose that glitter ;
Full oft when the vapours crawl
I shall cry for a stoup of English bitter
And drink to the grace of Gaul.
EVOE.
" From now till spring arrives Devon branch lines will daily carry
40 rabbits to every passenger."— The Standard.
Season-ticket holders ought to be allowed eighty each.
LONDON CIIAEIVATU.
"YolE IIUSD\ND'5 A. DOCIOE, ISS'l HE?"
"No, INDEED! Ilii 's ix THE ROYAL AHMT MEDICAL Conrsl"
THE NICE PEOPLE.
THIS is a true story and tlio idea of
ifc is to sliow how awfully decent — but
you will see what I am driving at as
yon read on.
I had special reasons for ringing up
my frie:;d Burgess, bub I did not know
his number. 1 knew it had a 1, a 7, an
8 and a 4 in it somewhere, and was
Mayfair; beyond that I was misty.
Passing these figures in review, I
decided it was 1478, and asked for that.
A pleasp.nt voice came back, "Hullo! "
" Is that you, Burgess ? " I sai'l.
" No. There is no one of that name
here."
[JANUARY 29, 1913.
I said. " That you, Bur-
liorc.
" Hullo !
tress? "
" No."
" Is Mr. Burgess ia ? "
" Mr. Burgess does not live
What number did you ask for? "
Again I apologised, and again the
ply was kindly: "It's all right.
Some mistake of the operator, I expect.
It doesn't matter."
Onco more I decided to try, and this
iimo I asked for 1784.
A pleasant voice came back, " Hullo ! "
" Hullo ! " I said. " Is that Mr. Bur-
gess's number?"
" No, it 's not."
" Oh, I 'm so sorry. The fact is I 'vo
forgotten it."
"Isn't it in the book?"
" No, he won't have it there."
" What a nuisance ! How very un-
fortunate for you ! But why don't you
ring up the enquiry office ? They '11
tell you."
" Thanks awfully, I will."
" It 's all right. Good-bye."
Now wasn't that jolly? Not one of
all that crowd angry or even irritated.
All as nice about it as they could he.
I then rang up the office and found
that Burgess's number (as I at once
remembered) is 1847.
A waspish voice came back, "Hullo !
Who 's there ? "
" Is that- you, Burgess ? "
" Yes, of course it is."
"All right, old chap. It's me —
Harrison."
"I know it is. Do you suppose I
can't recognise your voice ? Why on
earth haven't you rung me up before?
Here have I been waiting here for
hours " — and so forth.
And they were all strangers, and this
was my friend t
"The members of the Cabinet aro under-
stood to bo at present divided on the subject
of woman suffrage as follows :—
For. Against.
"But isn't that Mr. Burgess's tele
phone? "
' ' No. What number d id you wan t ? ' '
"Oh, I'm frightfully sorry. I've
made a mistake."
" Never mind. Don't mention it. It
doesn't matter in the least."
I then asked for 1748.
A pleasant voice came back, " Hullo 1 "
" Is that you, Burgess ? "
" No, this isn't Burgess. What num-
ber do you want ? "
Again I apologised profusely ; again
the reply was sympathetic. " Don't
trouble. It 's all right."
1 next asked for 1874.
A pleasant voice came back, " Hullo ! "
Sir E. Grey Mr. Asquith
Lord Haldano Sir. Churchill
Mr. Lloyd George Colonel Seely
Mr. Birrcll Mr. Harcourt
Lord Morley Mr. Mt-Kenna
Mr. Rimciman Lord Crewo
Mr. McKinnon Wood Mr. Herbert Samuel
Sir Kufus Isaacs Mr. J. A. IVaso
Lord Bcauc-harnp Mr. C. Hobhouse
Doubtful.— Mr. Euxton, Mr. Burns."
Tltc Times, January 23.
It seems rather a pity that, with two
teams so nicely balanced (the weight
perhaps being slightly in favour of
the side on which Lord HALDAXE
figures) they could not have settled it
by a friendly Tug-of-War on the floor
of the House. The two captains could
easily have tossed for Messrs. BUXTOX
and BURNS.
PUNCH. OH THE LONDON CIIAKIVART.- TANI-AKV 20. 1913.
BAG-TIME IN THE HOUSE.
[Sir EDWARD GKEV'S Woman Suffrage Amendment produced some curious partnerships.]
JANUARY 20, 1913.]
PUNCH, OR THE LONDON CHARIVARI.
87
ESSENCE OF PARLIAMENT.
(EXTRACTED FTWM THE DIARY OP TOBY, M.r.)
LADIES' GALLERY
SILENCE
ANOTHER INJUSTICE TO WOMEN.
Indignant Chorus. "WE'LL SOON ALTER THAT I"
House of Commons, Monday, January
20. — MAD HATTEK enjoyed rather a
good day. Most diligent in attendance ;
always in his place when crisis arises.
Ever ready to take charge of disturbed
affairs and smooth them out. Thus,
when just now in Committee on Welsh
Disestablishment Bill only three Tellers
LOUD BCB throws the cap.
lined up before the Mace to declare ,
result of division, he rose promptly to
occasion. The missing link was BAR-
LOW, one of the Tellers for Opposition.
Having counted his men it occurred
to him that he would have time to
take a cup of tea and a buttered bun
before figures were announced. So
he trotted off. Meanwhile the other
three Tellers stood, all forlorn, waiting
for their ranks to be filled up.
^ Whilst CHAIRMAN sat
helpless in this new dilemma
and Members looked on in
consternation the MAD HAT-
TER interposed, claiming
that the absent Teller's vote should not
bo included in official return of division.
CHAIRMAN pointed out that as Tellers
don't vote there was nothing to count.
Something of a poser this; but the
intention was good.
Three hours later, LORD BOB, " hear-
ing a smile," as did Lord CROSS on a
historic occasion, administered sharp
rebuke to " honourable Member oppo-
site who appears to devote his talents
to becoming the buffoon of the House."
No name mentioned; but the MAD
HATTER, with unerring sagacity as-
suming gibe was directed against him,
appealed to CHAIRMAN for protection
against such attacks. CHAIRMAN sug-
gested withdrawal.
The HAD HATTEB catches it.
" Certainly,' ' said LORD BOB. " I am
ready to withdraw if the honourable
gentleman thinks it offensive to be
described as the buffoon of the House.
I thought that was his object."
These merely incidents in the day's
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PUNCH, OR THE LONDON CHARIVARI.
[JANUARY 29, 1913.
round. Great achievement was vindica-
tion of the rights of British citizens
UK > -sly assailed under cover of the
Simps' Act. According to his story,
told in the ear of a thronged and deeply
moved House, there is a carrier — (no,
Sir CHARLES ALFRED, not Cripps)—
trading between Bristol and Portishead,
having for sole retinue a small hut
hungry boy. For some time it has
been his custom of an afternoon to
present largesse to his escort in the
form of " a penny worth of biscuits pur-
chased at a refreshment room in Pill."
Avowedly under coercion from the
Shops Act, the purveyor of biscuits
declines to trade on an early-closing
day. arguing that "biscuits are con-
fectionery, not refreshments."
And so, as in the case of Mother
Hubbard's dog, the poor boy had none.
He might, of course, swallow Pill.
But there are contingencies which
naturally make the carrier unwilling
to undertake responsibility of adminis-
tering it. In his dilemma he brought
the matter under notice of the MAD
HATTEK, who left it in hands of HOME
SECRETARY, with request that he " will
issue a memorandum or order to make
it clear that earners' boys and other
travellers may ask for biscuits, even in
small amounts, without being refused
on the plea that biscuits are only
sweetmeats and not proper food."
Business done. — In Committee on
Welsh Church Disestablishment Bill.
Tuesday. — Great slump in Silver-
Market GWYNNE. In accordance with
recent habit, spent week-end in hi*
study, wet towel bound about his
manly brow, preparing fresh set of con-
undrums for India Office about trans-
action in silver carried through London
market a year ago. Question paper
bristled with them. Not your ordinary
questions drafted by amateurs like
KiNLOCH-CooKE or JOHN BEES (late of
India). Each one equivalent to argu-
mentative speech on topic to be handled
only by a specialist.
This bad enough had it stood
alone. Merely preliminary procedure.
FINANCIAL SECRETARY TO WAR OFFICE,
who in absence of MONTAGU answers
for India Office, faces ordeal with
commendable courage. Eeads with-
out quaver in his voice or trembling
in his limbs matter-of-fact answers in
reply to allegations and insinuations
pointing to something like criminal
conspiracy on part of India Office and
a City firm to pocket what in America
is known as " graft." When he resumes
his seat up gets GWYNNE with auto-
matic regularity and in slightly different
phrase repeats conundrum.
Hitherto SPEAKER, jealous for full
play of freedom of speech, has permitted
this sort of thing. To-day's experience
too much for patience whose long-
sufVering sometimes amazes House.
At outset of G WYNNE'S performance
SPEAKER insisted that notice should be
given of Supplementary Question pro-
posed to be put.
Eegardless of the snub, GWYNNE put
twelfth question, when slump alluded to
took place.
"These Supplementary Questions,"
said the SPEAKER, " are all in the nature
of arguments suitable for discussion,
but not for the purpose of obtaining
information."
Later, when PERSEVERING PIIUE
proposed to open upon SEELY battery
"PERSEVERING PlT.IE."
of Supplementary Questions, SPEAKER,
amid general cheering, again interposed.
" Complaints," he said, " are made
to me that the end of Questions on
Paper is rarely reached, many of which
notice was duly given being barred by
number of Supplementary Questions in
the nature of argument."
The MEMKER FOR SARK, who has
been saying this with perhaps tiresome
reiteration through two sessions that
have seen unrestrained growth of in-
defensible irregularity, naturally grati-
fied at this ruling by supreme authority.
Business done — Still (Welsh) harping
on Church Bill.
Friday. — There is a matter, perhaps
trifling in itself but strikingly illustra-
tive of the systematic belittling of
Woman by Man, not alluded to in to-
day's debate on Suffrage question. On
entering the Ladies' Gallery, whether
with or without intention of chaining
themselves to rail, visitors are con-
fronted by a card hung in prominent
position. On it is printed in large type
the word "SILENCE!" Why should
this designedly offensive injunction be
flaunted in the Ladies' Gallery? Im-
mediately opposite is the Strangers'
Gallery, whore men do congregate.
You may search its walls and its ap-
proaches in vain for repetition of this
command.
" We '11 soon alter that," murmured
a section of the company crowding
Ladies' Gallery this afternoon.
Nor is intention to snub exhausted by
this mean device. Withdrawing from
Gallery to Tea Koom at the hack,
Ladies approaching the fire - place
observe boldly carved over the mantel-
piece the brusque command, " Gel
Understanding." It need hardly be
said that this insolent injunction,
with implied suggestion of mental
density more or less nearly approaching
imbecility, is reserved exclusively for
womankind. It is not to be found
within sight of any part of the House
whore Members sit, whether above or
below the Gangway.
And yet bow much more urgent is
necessity in their case !
Business done. — In Committee on
Franchise Bill ALFRED LYTTELTON
moved EDWARD GREY'S amendment
deleting the word "male" defining
persons privileged to exercise Parlia-
mentary Franchise. Debate adjourned.
"When the Cat's away."
' ' A CONGREGATION WITHOUT A PREACHER . —
Owing to the stormy weather and the doop
snowdrifts, the preacher advertised to take tho
meeting ill tho Good Templar Hall last Sun-
day evening was storm-stayed. There was no
service in consequence.
"A very successful dance followed, nearly
forty couples spending a very pleasant time
under the guidance of Mr. Mills."
The Midlothian Journal.
"The annual dinner will be held at tho
Co-operative Hall at 7 o'clock. Members
should get their tickets as soon as possible
from their Divisional Secretaries. Dross,
Uniform without belts." — Lincolnshire Echo.
A very thoughtful provision. We wish
them all a hearty meal.
" I am unable to discover any mechanical or
physiological purpose served by a chin." — Sir
Hay Lemkestcr, quoted in ' ' Edinburgh Eccnimj
Dispatch."
Dear Sir BAY LANKESTER,
Can't you be simple,
And own that a chin
Was made for a dimple ?
"Following 12 degrees of frost in the Lake
District snow fell heavily from the early morn-
ing, and with a 700-miles-an-hour south-
easterly wind blowing the drifts of snow at
Kassenthwaito Lake wore five feet deep. Some
of the country roads are impassable."
1're^ton Herald.
Still, a 1,000 h.p. car might manage
them.
JANUARY 29, 1913.]
PUNCH, OR THE LONDON CHARIVARI.
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SCENE. — Home of the highly-paid Child Actor.
Male Phenomenon. "Loox HEBE, MY GOOD PARENT, I SEE YOU 'RE SMOKING ANOTHER OF THOSE COSTLY CIGARS. MILLICENT AND
I DON T EXPECT OUR HARD-EARNED MONEY TO BE SIMPLY FRITTERED AWAY LIKE THIS."
THE DANCE.
WHEN good-nights have been prattled, and prayers
have been said,
And the last little sunbeam is tucked up in bed,
Then, skirting the trees on a carpet of snow,
The elves and the fairies come out in a row.
Witli a preening of wings
They are forming in rings ;
Pirouetting and setting they cross and advance
In a ripple of laughter, and pair for a dance.
And it 's oh for the boom of the fairy bassoon,
And the oboes and horns as they strike up a tune,
And the twang of the harps and the s;gh of the lutes,
And the clash of the cymbals, the purl of the flutes;
And the fiddles sail in
To the musical din,
While the chief all on tire, with a flame for a hand,
Eattles on the gay measure and stirs up his band.
With a pointing of toes and a lifting of wrists
They are off through the whirls and the twirls and the
twists ;
Thread the mazes of marvellous figures, and chime
\\ ith a bow to a curtsey, and always keep time :
: All the gallants and girls
In their diamonds and pearls,
And their ^au/e and their sparkles, designed for a dance
By the leaders of fairy-land fashion in France.
But tlte old lady fairies sit out by the trees,
And the old b> aux attend them as pert as you please.
They quiz the young dancers and scorn their display,
And deny any grace to the dance of to-day ;
" In Oberon's reign,"
So they 're heard to complain,
" When we went out at night we could temper our fun
With some manners in dancing, but now there are
none."
But at last, though the music goes gallantly on,
And the dancers are none of them weary or gone,
When the gauze is in rags and the hair is awry,
Comes a light in the East and a sudden cock-cry.
With a scurry of fear
Then they all disappear,
Leaving never a trace of their gay little selves
Or the winter-night dance of the fairies and elvea.
Another Rebuff for the Mother Country.
"Hector MacLcan, 25, Pino Street, Brockville, Ont., Canada, will
exchange Canadian stamps with any country but England."
Young England.
" Although Mr. Wade had his hair, moustache and eyebrows singed
in his efforts, it was found that the fire had obtained too firm a hold
to be dealt with in this way." — Isle of Wight Herald.
Mr. WADE clearly did his gallant best. But some fires are
so grasping.
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PUNCH, OR THE LONDON CHARIVARI.
[JANUARY 29, 1913.
AT THE PLAY.
" TURANDOT, PltlNCESS OP ClIINA."
I FEEL almost certain that 7.0 r.M.
is too lato (or a matinee and too early
for an evening performance. As I made
my way to the St. James's at this am-
biguous hour — an hour sacred to the
memory of Boxing Night at the Lane —
it seemed that only pantomime could
bo my natural reward. And panto-
mime it was, with just a sad little echo
of the old Savoy that left us on the
verge of tears.
In point of colour Turandot is a
gorgeous spectacle, but the costumes of
TRYING HARD KOT TO LOSE ins HEAD.
Ca'af Mr. GODFREY TE.VULE.
Twandot
Miss EVELYN I/ALUOY.
the Far Orient— and there was no
pretence to confine them strictly to
Chinese patterns, the noblest of all
being something in the style of the
Samurai— do not make for a very pro-
nounced beauty of form. I am not sure
that this kind of spectacular romance,
though the traditions of pantomine are
against me, is not best conducted in
a serious vein throughout. We are
always being asked to keep one half of
our face fixed in astonished admiration
and the other half crinkled with laughter.
I speak not only of the figures of the
pageant, part beautiful, part grotesque,
but of the words, which kept on shifting
from an atmosphere of passion and
intrigue to one of wanton flippancy.
Ciilaf, for instance, the successful
suitor, never relaxed from the key of
high sentiment, but Turandot was all
over the gamut.
However, one is habituated in panto-
mime to the mixed quality of the enter-
tainment; the real trouble here was
the incredible poverty of the fun. I am
forced to entertain one of two suspicions,
each alike repellent to me. Either,
when Sir GEORGE ALEXANDER witnessed
the performance of Dr. VOLLSIOELLER'S
play, the weakness of its humour escaped
him through luck of familiarity with the
language; or else Mr. JKTHRO BITHELL,
its translator, has done injustice to
the German version. In this painful
dilemma, I incline to the former theory.
There are rumours, indeed, that we
have been spared even a worse disaster
through the action of Messrs. SASS and
NOBMAN FOBBES in revising their parts.
If this is so, I assume that they gave
time and care to the task, though there
is historical precedent for improvisa-
tion. For Gozzi, of the eighteenth
century, who adapted at Venice the
old Persian theme, and introduced from
local sources the four alleged comedians,
Pantalcnc, Tartaglia, Briglc'.la and
Tniffaldino, \vrcte no text for these
characters, but trusted to the actors'
native gift of gag.
I suppose it is too much to hope that
the authorities should at this late
hour repent themselves and cut out all
fie words. The general verdict seems
tD be that the play is a thing (like little
children) to be "seen and not heard."
But I am afraid there are points in it
— the riddles, for example — which could
not be expressed by dumb show. And
it is not only the humour that could
bo spared ; for more rotten riddles it
would be hard to imagine, and the third
of them, of which the answer was
"love," was the most unlikely thing in
the world to come from the lips of so
ruthless a creature as Turandot.
And what doss the author mean by
that tag of poetry in which he speaks of
the lady's heart as being " cold as the
snows of yesteryear " ? Surely VILLON
would never have enquired as to the
whereabouts of les neiges d'antan if he
hadn't known that they had long ago
melted.
As for the acting, I don't know what
wre should have done without Miss
EVELYN D'ALBOY. There was a delight-
ful piquancy in her mincing voice and
manner. Mr. GODFREY TEABLE was a
brave figure, but his personality wai
of no particular period. Miss MAIRE
O'NEILL was attractive in the small
part of Zelima. Of the humorists,
Mr. SASS, as Pant alone, and Mr. FBED
LEWIS, as Brighella, came nearest to
being funny. The background was
always effective; but the stage of tha
St. James's was not designed for
pageantry and seemed badly over-
crowded in the riddle durbars.
I am sorry not to foresee a very
great future for so sporting a venture,
unless of course it can be reproduced
on a kinemaeolor film.
"Tire HEADMASTER."
A four-act comedy, preceded by a
four-act music-drama, makes a heavy
programme- for a dress rehearsal
iiatinto that begins at 3.30, and
many of the actors in the audience had
to slip away before the finish. Critics,
too, with a First Night performance
before them (to which nobody asked
me, so it is not my aS'air), had to
choose between their consciences and
their stomachs, and I can easily guess
which won.
The title of The Headmaster gave
promise of a school play, but it was
largely misleading. The scholastic ele-
ment was little more than the incidental
environment of an ordinary plot turning
upon two rather commonplace ideas
— (1) a clergyman's passion for prefer-
ment, (2) an innocent remark misin-
terpreted as a proposal of marriage.
Complications ensue from the f.ict that
the designing widow who thus entraps
the reverend gentleman is the very
person to whom lie is to owe his offer of
preferment, and that his chance of a
bishopric is his chief attraction in her
eyes. But unfortunately this lady (very
soundly played by Miss IVOR) is not
constructed on the lines of Miss LOTTIE
VENNE, but is large and domineering
and in deadly earnest — all which is apt
to get on our nerves almost as much
as upon those of her harassed victim.
Hut Mr. CYRIL MAUDE as an absent-
minded Headmaster of the last genera-
tion was a glorious figure, and his
scene with those two clever school-
boys, Masters ERIC KAE and KKXDRICK
HUXHAM, who came to him for a con-
firmation class, and not, as lie imagined,
for a swishing, has never been bettered
in realistic comedy. All the others,
THE BBIDK (SEI,F-)EI.ECT.
Mrs. Cirantley .. .. Miss FRANCES IVOR.
Bcv. Cutlibert Sanctuary Mr. CYRIL MAUDE.
JAM-ART 29. 1913.]
1TNCII, OR TIIK LONDON CHARIVARI.
91
too, were c\cellent. from the Portia ol
Mi i MABGEBY MAUDE, most sweel ami
sympathetic, and her sister Anti<i<nir,
nicely played by little Miss
KATHI.KI.N' JOXKS, ioPallisscr (Intntley
(Mi-. Aiiriiuu Ci'KTis), a, perfect prig
of mi usher, and Mr. JOHN HAIIWOOD'S
scliool sergeant, the real manager of
tlic ncadi'iny. Mr. JACK lloims \\as a
quite human prefect, in love, of course,
with the Headmaster's daughter ; and
Mr. GoMBEBUEBE (..lad; Mrulnoi), the
junior master who won her heart, had
really the air of a 'Varsity Blue (a
rare thing on the stage), even if lie
did not make the most convincing of
lovers. And I shall have left nobody
out when I have mentioned the truly
di'raiial performance of Mr. BIBBY as
the Dean of Carchcster.
In the end tho play drifted off into
a pleasant series of detached episodes,
with a touch of serious sentiment which
did no harm.
It is a great pity that it did not start
a month ago and catch the school-hoy ;
but its whole atmosphere, if a little
thin in parts, should appeal just as
closely to all who have ever been young ;
and I look hopefully, as a good uncle
must, to seeing it run on into the
Easter holidays.
Inllaarlem thercDwell is a pleasantly
sordid little music-drama for three. A
young Dutch paasant-girl, bored by her
dull dog of a husband, arranges openly
to fly with her lover, but changes her
mind at tho last moment on finding a
message pinned to her husband's coat
requesting her, before eloping, to mend
a hole in it. If I had been arranging a
removal of this kind, I should not have
been put off by a thing like that ; but
of course it is a question of taste.
The play was practically wordless.
This did not trouble the husband, who
read the papar at meals and had a most
extraordinary gift of taciturnity The
music and the action did nearly all that
was needed, with the help of notices that
popped up from the orchestra, saying,
I' Three months' interval," " Six months'
interval," " Two days' interval." As
usual, the music took its own time, and I
the action and what words there were !
had to wait upon its convenience. But
it was impossible to be discontented so j
long as Miss MAUGKKY MAUDE was on j
the stage. She made an exquisite
picture, and played with the very nicest
intelligence. O. S.
CHENG V\M JIT roif. (NHWBPAPKB).
YiV li n to inform the public that this paper
will begin publishing on tho 1st of January. !
1913. JJciiif- ;IM up-datr Chinese newspaper,
ind having for its object to publish only \vlmt
is right it enjoys the largest circulation ever
obtained by any other paper."
The Simjaixire Fm Z'/vw.
"ADVANCED GOLF."
(With apologies to JAMES BRAID.)
IN A CITY EESTAUEANT.
(Founded on Fact.)
ALL my meagre dishes come
Stamped in the accepted way,
But a more impressive thumb *
Seems to mark their edge to-day ;
Waitress of the beating heart,
You 're a novice in the art.
From the depths you soared to fame,
From the kitchen, I '11 be bound,
Like Eurydice you came
Panting from the underground ;
Orpheus brought her back to earth ;
You arrive by solid worth.
She, alas ! did not remain.
May you meet a brighter fate I
When you find a trusty swain,
When yon need no longer wait,
May you rise to wealth and bliss:—
Here 's * penny for you, Miss !
Clearing the Ground.
" On tho whole any confidence there may be
as to success seems to bo upon the side of the
opponents of tho extension of tho suffrage at
this particular juncture, rather than upon the
side of its opponents." — Yorkshire Observer.
An anxious correspondent, who has
been suffering from the great servant
trouble, writes that since the latest
form of servant-hunting has reached
the point of advertising to prospective
maids the attractions of neighbouring
churches, cinemas and barracks, «ve
appear to be very near something like
this :—
House parlourmaid wanted at once in
the Pytchley country ; mount supplied,
also caps and aprons; outings on all
meet days and Sundays ; near kennels.
Splendid mixed shooting and free choice
of doctor. A little occasional work neces-
sary, but manicurist kept. — Apply • .
Advertiser will send car.
92
PUNCH, OR THE LONDON CHARIVARI.
[JANUARY 29, 1913.
THE PROFESSIONAL REMOVER.
WHEN first Mrs. Robinson told
Robinson tbat she had every reason
to believe that Mrs. Smith, who lived
next door, was as anxious to get to
know Mrs. Eobinson as Mrs. Robinson
was determined not to get to know
Mrs. Smith, and warned him against
any effort on the part of Smith to get
to know him in order to assist Mrs.
Smith's object, Robinson pooh-pooh'd
the suggestion, as far as ho was able
to follow it. He promised, however,
to keep his eyes open and, doing so, he
could not conceal from himself that
Smith's comings and goings did seem
to coincide to a suspicious extent with
his own. So he obeyed his wife's
instructions and avoided him, a process
which involved many deviations and
sudden changes of programme, much
waste of time and even some lies.
Eventually he confessed to his wife
that there could be no doubt of Smith's
fixed determination to follow him about
and force a meeting. Indeed, he be-
came very incensed about it.
The climax was reached in his barber's
shop. Eobinson had sat there for
twenty long minutes in order to secure
the attention of his special artist.
His patience had just been rewarded,
and himself wrapped up for his hair-
cutting, when who should come in but
Smith, and where should he seat him-
self but in the next chair to Eobinson?
The position was impossible : Eobinson
could not be crudely offensive, and so,
sweating with suppressed emotion, he
spoke a reluctant " Good morning. . ."
Later he vented his wrath in the
presence of his friends and acquaint-
ances at the persistence of a man who
followed him even into his barber's !
" I wish I knew," he said, " of a means
of removing from existence those per-
sons, the constant effort and strain of
avoiding whom make a misery of one's
whole life ! "
A week later his office-boy announced
that a man, who withheld his name
and otherwise behaved mysteriously,
desired to see Eobinson. He would
not indicate the nature of his business;
he would not send a message. He
must see Robinson and see him alone.
" Show him in," said Eobinson, and
there appeared a soberly clad, secretive
man carrying a small black hand-bag.
He had the exact appearance of a
travelling dentist, if there are such
things.
" Your name? " asked Eobinson.
" Is irrelevant," came the answer.
" Your business ? "
" Eequires leading up to. ... Murder,
I submit, is a practice justly looked
down on, but it is the motive and not
the achieven>ent that is so disliked. It
is the malicious purpose or the mis-
chievous purposelessness of it tbat
offends against good taste. A worthy
object may relieve manslaughter of half
its blame; a pre-eminently worthy
object may even popularize it. Take
war, for instance."
" Don't go and tell me tbat you are
only a soldier," said Eobinson, with a
trace of disappointment in his voice.
" Your preface had led me to hope that
you were an assassin."
" I am the latter," said the man. " I
do not kill promiscuously in the service
of my country. I kill specifically on
the commission of private individuals."
At first Robinson was inclined to
suspect that this was too happy a
coincidence to be genuine and to see
in the whole affair some ingenious
scheme for attracting attention to a
patent medicine. But, observing the
man closely and remembering that his
(Robinson's) wishes with regard to
Smith were known to others, he changed
his mind. " Someone," he suggested,
" has mentioned my name to you ? "
The man nodded.
" Is the Removal of Persons One is
Constantly Having to Avoid . . . ? "
" My business ? Yes. But, if you
will hear me out, I hope to disabuse
your mind of the prejudice you might
have at first blush against my calling."
" We will not trouble you," said
Eobinson, judicially, "for we are al-
ready in your favour."
The man gave vent to a sigh of relief.
" Then we may at once proceed to the
real object of my visit," he said.
Eobinson smiled. " I can guess it.
You are anxious to exert yourself in
what I will call the case of Smith and
me?"
" That is what I was proposing to
do, if you will excuse me."
" I will certainly excuse you."
" And bear me no malice? "
" None whatever," said Eobinson,
raising his eyebrows. " Why should I? "
For the first time the man looked
almost surprised. Then he pulled
himself together. " Why should you ?
Why, indeed? " he muttered. " Is life
as valuable as all that ? Then, I take
it, I have not only your approval but
your defini e permission to proceed ? "
" Not only my permission, but my
authority," said Eobinson.
The man opened his bag and dis-
played the instruments of his craft.
" What particular means do you prefer
should be employed? " be asked.
" I leave that to Smith," said Eobin-
son. " It is only fair to consider his
convenience as far as possible."
The man paused. " Pardcn," he said,
"but Smith has left it to you."
Eobinson, frowning a little, asked
the man to explain how Smith came to
mention the matter.
" Most certainly," said the man, as he
produced a piece of rope from his bag
and tied Robinson politely but firmly
to the chair in which he sat. " I thought
you had understood that Smith was the
someone who mentioned your name to
me. He has tried, he says, to discredit
the suggestion first of his own wife and
then of his own eyes, and to believe that
it was only coincidence that so often
brought you together. That proving
impossible, he has tired himself out in
his efforts to avoid you, and, however
worrying and inconvenient the process
has been, he has, up to now, hesitated
to resort to the extreme measure of
employing me in the affair. But, he
says, the thing goes too far when be
cannot even go into his barber's to
be shaved without finding you there
waiting for him."
A PICTUEB WITH A MESSAGE.
I PAINTED a picture yesteryear
Of a child of angel mien
Eesignedly quitting this earthly sphere
Ere he reached his earliest 'teen ;
At the sight of this poignant work of
mine
I felt that a heart of stone
Would add to the parents' painted brine
A silent tear of its own.
But critical dealers waved it back,
Nor hesitated to say,
Since life itself could be grim and black,
All art should be glad and gay ;
Till a blight spread over my wonted
joys
To tnink I was like to be
Saddled for years with a "Dying Boy's "
Dispiriting company.
So I added a maid with a laughing eye,
Who bade their grief begone
By waving a box of pills on high
(The label was blank thereon).
A pill proprietor called ; the string
Of his purse he quickly loosed ;
I put in his name, and he's had the
thing
Extensively reproduced.
"The Hon. E. S. Montagu left last night
by the Punjab Mail for Udaipur.
The Hon. E. S. Montagu, M.P., Under-
secretary of State for India, left Calcutta, on
Tuesday night for Madras."
The Englishman.
We shall watch this serial with interest.
" DRY ROT. — Interesting article sent free to
any address." — Advt. in " Tlie Manchester
Evening Chronicle."
We wonder what they call the un-
interesting ones.
JANUARY 29, 1913.]
PUNCH, OR THE LONDON CHARIVAKI.
93
NUT" WITHOUT ITS SCREW.
OUR BOOKING-OFFICE.
(By Mr. Punch's Staff of Learned Clerks.)
A WORD of serious warning to those about to read Mr.
OLIVER ONIONS' latest novel, The Debit Account (SECKER).
Be careful not to do as I did and miss an inconspicuous
note opposite the dedication, in which it is stated that
" This novel is complete in itself, but the early history of
its protagonists, and the events leading up to the situation
with which the story opens, are to be found in a previous
book entitled, In Accordance with the Evidence." If you
should neglect this, and if (again like myself) you should
be so unfortunate as not to know the earlier book, your
enjoyment will be marrid by an exasperated perplexity as
to what on earth the characters are driving at. Not until
page 108 do you get any clue to the special position of the
hero, Jeffries, with regard to his girl-wife. Briefly the
explanation is that lie himself had — for a good and sufficient
motive, not to be set down here — killed her previous fiance,
and escaped punishment fo* it. This book shows how in
the end lie does not escape. It is a clever tale, exceedingly
well told, tracing out logically and truthfully the develop-
ments inherent in the situation with which it starts. Mr.
ONIONS has an amazinggift also of making ordinary things
not perhaps beautiful but new and uncommon. Whether
he speaks of setting up house in a jerry-built cottage at
Hampstead, of a business-dinner at the Berkeley, or chops
and tea at a model club in Chelsea, he makes of each a
thing challenging outside expectation. And you never
know what lie will say next— which is a rare and refreshing
stimulant. The Debit Account is thus certainly a book for
all who admire quality in fiction — but I repeat my advice
tluit you should know first what debt is being paid.
This is the age of artistic restraint. Dramatists are
taking to the " quiet curtain." Comedians in farce, in
moments of embarrassment, stand like statues instead of
zig-zagging about the stage and slapping people on the
back ; and novelists with a lurid story to tell become almost
dry in their manner. To this school belongs Mr. ANTHONY
DYLLINGTON. His earlier novel, Tfie Unseen Thing, had as
weird and sensational a theme as one could invent, but
his style and restraint gave it a dignity which raised it
above the merely lurid. His latest work, The Stranger
in the House (WERNER LAURIE), belongs to the same
genre, and once more he has been completely successful
in avoiding crude sensationalism. It was not an easy task.
I wonder what the manufacturers of the old three-decker
would have made out of the same material. They would
certainly have been fascinated by the central idea — of an
evil spirit entering into a woman's body at the moment of
death, as her soul left it. And I seem to see them gloating
over " the Boy," the idiot heir of Lord and Lady Brayden.
Mr. DYLLINGTON'S art carries him triumphantly past all the
pitfalls of his story. He has himself admirably in hand at
all times. He has a great gift of condensation. I commend
to authors who cannot do without plenty of elbow-room
a perusal of chapter seven of this book. It is a fifty-thousand-
word novel in sixteen pages. The only drawback to the
story, to my mind, is that which mars all novels of the
supernatural, namely that what should be the climax
becomes something of an anti-climax owing to the fact of
the reader's having adjusted his mind to contemplation of
the horrible. The great moment in all these stories is
about half-way through, when the reader begins to suspect.
When he knows, the tension slackens. None the less The
Stranger in the House is to be commended highly.
PUNCH, OR THE LONDON CHARIVARI.
[JANUARY 29, 1913.
If two people are to lose each other in the heart of London ;
i' all the efforts of Scotland Yard and the agony column
arc to be of no avail; if, moreover, to increase the poignancy
of the situation, they must needs live within a stone's
throw of each other in Soho, it is essential, I suppose, that
one of them at least should suffer from a lapse of memory
and a change of name. This, at any rate, is what happens
to John Faithful, who mislays his daughter Marcc.lle, in
Chapter I. of SOPHIE COLE'S In Search of Each Other
(MILLS AND BOON). But if there is something a little too
mechanical about her plot I must congratulate the authoress
heartily on her choice of characters. The young gentleman
who extracts teeth in You Never Can Tell is a butterfly sort
of creature at best. Here we have a dentist light-hearted
enough when he chooses, but of sufficient serious merit to make
a worthy husband for a sweet and spirituelle young girl.
And who marries John Faithful (for he is a widower) when
he remembers his right name and recovers his daughter ?
Who, out of a hundred guesses, but one of those delightful
ladies who do the fashion sketches with figures like the Tower
of Pisa, and write of love and dress and infantile ailments
for the weekly feminine magazines ?
had the heart of one of
these oracles laid bare
to me any more than I
have pierced behind the
veil which shrouds
odontological domes-
ticity. In Search of
Each Other is a plea-
sant if rather superfi-
cial tale, and whatever
one thinks of it the
authoress has at least
resisted the temptation
to call it " Behind the
Throne " or " Crowned
with Gold."
Never before have I
on without one, read this book. At any rate I can promise
you some most amusing types and three really delightful
urchins of the true Cockney breed.
Upon my
hardly know
word, I
what to
A KEEPER OF THE KING'S PRIVY PURSE INTERPRETS HIS TITLE LITERALLY.
say about The Friendly Enemy (MILLS AND BOON). I have
no doubt about my own feelings in the matter; I was
absorbed. But then I like being preached at, providing the
preacher is a humorous and observant fellow, obsessed by no
tiresome cranks and free from prejudices and limitations.
Mr. T. P. CAMEBON WILSON is all that and more also, but I
doubt if he is sufficiently definite in his conclusions to appeal
to everybody. He is an idealist and a cynic, but he allows
neither his idealism nor his cynicism to blind him to the
facts as they are ; in the end he leaves the reader alive to
many new and oppressive problems, possessed of the solu-
tion of none of them and uncomfortably obscure about life
and his proper attitude to it in general. There is no actual
story in the book, but a series of well-connected and mutu-
ally relevant instances. All are taken from the meaner
streets of London and most of the characters are urchins.
A fairy godfather descends upon these and takes them out
of their squalor into the fresh clean country, where one
might expect them to thrive. So far from doing that, they
find the country lacking in something as essential to life as
it is indefinite ; they insist upon returning to their squalor
forthwith, and when they get there they are still unsatisfied.
Unhappily, the author does not go on to tell us what to do
about it. If you wish your emotions to be stirred on broad
and easy lines, go elsewhere. If you are ready to have your
intelligence exercised while your sympathies are being en-
listed ; if you are prepared to be left to form your own
philosophy, or, having had your eyes opened, still to go
My bristles are always mildly agitated by a novel in which
I am introduced to a writer whose work is never revealed
to me. Mr. Bravery, in Lot Barrow (SECKER), was a milk-
and-watery young man who wrote essays. Apart from the
sympathy which he entertained for a maid-of-all-work, his
life was lacking in colour ; I hoped, therefore, that he was
going to write something that would atone for his amiable
unimportance. And on page 102 Miss VIOLA MEYNELL
raises the cup of expectation to my lips, only to dash it
abruptly to the ground. " Mr. Bravery sat at a little table,
with his manuscript before him. He began to read aloud,
and we shall hear a little of what he read. But, on the
whole, no. Those who wish may discover it for themselves."
Frankly, I felt no craving for this research work ; and since
the author declined to appease my curiosity, I let it go, and
with it the faint interest I had ever felt in the man.
Throughout this novel, which has for its setting a most
delightfully fragrant, gillyflowery farmhouse, Miss MEYNELL
is excessively careful
of the nerves of her
readers. Perhaps that
is why she spared us
Mr. Bravery's essays.
But I am always glad
to have my nerves
tried, and though I can
do with an occasional
rest I must have some-
thing more than atmo-
sphere, however whole-
some or rarefied. Lot
Barrow is, in short, the
kind of book that many
people profess to like,
but very few find time
to read. It is a pity that
this is so, for great care
and not a little distinction of phrase have gone to its making.
The Book of Woodcraft and Indian Lore, by Mr. ERNEST
THOMPSON SETON (CONSTABLE), ought to be in the hands of
every Boy Scout, and I would advise those elders who put
it there to avail themselves of the rare occasions w-hen it
will be free, and dip into it on their own account. A good
many of Mr. SETON'S preliminary pages are devoted to
clearing the Eed Indian of accxisations of cruelty, laziness,
uncleanliness and treachery with which prejudice has
loaded him. This is a matter which possibly is of more
moment to American readers (for whom the book was
written) than English, though the information gathered is
full of general interest. One of the unwritten laws of Indian
etiquette, for instance, is the charge : " Do not talk to your
mother-in-law at any time, or let her talk to you." This,
however, is by the way. The real part of the book is its
woodcraft. Here is one of seventeen tests which the young
Brave in Mr. SETON'S suggested organisation must pass
in order to qualify as a Tried Warrior : " Light fifteen
successive fires with fifteen matches all in different places
and with wild wood stuff." If an ordinary smoker could do
that, there would be no more tragedies of the last wax vesta.
" Mrs. celebrated her one hundredth birthday yesterday. She
was visited by her twin sister, age ninety-five." — South Wales Echo.
The absence of the third member of the triplet, an old lady
of eighty-two, was much regretted.
ITNCIf, On TJIK LONDON CHAUIVAIir.
CHARIVARIA.
PK.SYIXG thai any member ol
At i tiro in Islington last week a ' seen them twice." It M nerrs-.-n'v, we
Bgardless of the risk, ! are told by a patron of iho Mtwio-iiallfl
rushed upstairs and
Government would
Snll'rage question,
resign on tlie
Mr ifi.i;i:r,UT
1:1, said that the- (Jo\ 'eminent " had
any great tasks in hand to justify
a ijuarrcl upon tliis one issue." We
We afraid Unit the Pillar Box Ou! rages
have embittered the INKVNT S\.MI:I-:I,.
Referring to Mr. BeNAB TAW'.-,
suggestion that the veto of the
KIN<; might ho revived in order
to prevent the passing of the
Home Kule Bill, Mr. JOHN
HKDMOND said that a greater
insult to tho KINO had never
boon offered. Mr. REDMOND
must brush up his Irish -history.
The question whether women
aro entitled to he admitted as
solicitors is to be settled by ai
Court of Law. One of the ad-
vantages of the proposed inno-
vation would be, no doubt, that
the solicitor's gown, which is at
present a thing of extreme
ugliness, would be bound to be
brightened up.
-.;: :'f
# • -
"£G,66G REWARD FOR LOUD
UAHDINGE'S ASSAILANT,"
announces The Liverpool Dai h/
J'ont. And very often we leave
our heroes to starve.
It is rumoured in Oxford that,
in view of the national service
now being performed by Mag-
dalen College, its President is
about to bo given the official title
of " WAHHEN the King-Maker."
>|: :|:
The Observer declares that
" La Joconde " was never ab-
ducted from the Louvre, but
that one of the official photo-
succeeded n res-
cuing his pet canary from the flames.
Tho bird, in a transport of gratitude,
is said to have embracr-d his rescuer
again and agai-:
The suggestion made in the courso of
an action last week that a sardine is
not a (is! i but :ui animal, has caused
eraphers accidentally spilt a
bottle of acid over her face. It
is not impossible that she may
one day reappear at the gallery
under the title of
'La Miserable."
*
Inspector (to arrested woman). " WHAT'S YOI-B SAME?"
Woman. "JEST tins FBOO THK NIMES o* THE CABIMCK
MlNSTKKLS, WILti YER, OLE DEAR? I'VE FOBGOT FOB THE
MINNIT OO'3 HY 'USBIXG ! "
[According to the Prcs-s it is understood that it is au agreed
Suffragette plan for women who are am* tod to give tho names
'
to look twice, sometimes, !n Sco what
Mile. J)I:M.YS has on.
The /o';y>/vv> tells us of a N'(.-.v Vork
broker who fell in love on meeting (hi
lady for the first time at a dinner patty,
proposed, was accepted, and in
her tho next day. But then, in
America, marriage 'is a murh shnplei
thing. Couples aro only united
till Divorce do them pail.
AN UNSOLICITED TESTI
MONIAL.
Oi:n Paris Corresponclen t
writes: The discovery of an
Elixir of Life by a famous French
scientist is by no means so recent
a< his announcement o! it. I
happen to know that some
i fifteen years ago he prepared at
' great pains a bottle of this
specific, which, however, mys
tei'iously disappeared and was
never heard of again until the
other day, when an old woman
living in a poor suburb of La
Ville Lumicre confessed to the
theft. I translate her statement
into idiomatic English: "I was
the charwoman who scrubbed
out the gentleman's laboratory,"
she said, "and one night,
feeling something come over me
all of a sudden like, I went to
his cupboard and took out the
only thing to drink that I could
find. It did me a world of good
at the time, and I feel sure it
must have been the stuff there's
so much talk about in the
papers, for when I took it I wa-s
only forty-five, and nmv I urn
sixty."
From a City Outfitter's ad-
vertisement : — -
"Wo have only a small quantity
of Cabinet Ministers' wives. The idea may spread to other ' of these gloves and the price we offer
types that come into collision with the Police.]
" Or take Mr. Hamilton Hay's ' Still
Life,' "says Mr. KONODT in a review
of the latest exhibition of rosfc-Im-
pres.,ionist paintings. We are very
sorry, but we really cannot.
Eeading that two Constables had;.., „ H ... ,,„ ull^,, illliJIlululu
n damaged by a visitor at the Na- : specific. And, to be sure, there is no
I tonal Gallery, a dear old lady remarked ' life like the present.
that those assaults on the police were
becoming far too frequent. The obvious
absence of all intentional malice
no little satisfaction in sardine circles,
and fishermen report that since then,
when passing through shoals of the
little fish, they have heard a distinct
purring noise. s .,.
"V"
"Cn:i:n WHII.F. YOU BBKATHE"
the headin of the latest invaluable
-
be the lady's excuse for reviving this
ancient pleasantry.
'•To dress well," sa\s Mile. GABY
l>Ksi,i.s in '/'/(,• Royal Magazine, " the
real gentlfitnap always wean the clothes
which you do not see until you have
them at should quickly muko them
change bauds."
As soon as they begin to go bad you
just make them change hands and
wear them front side behind.
for Cricklewood; J62» ; 4 in
family; no housework ; no l>asi<iitrnt; help
given." — Adrt. in " Ercniny -Vfirs."
No doubt they will find her something
to do in the garden.
"Jumping into au arabieh, he drove furi-
ous!;, to the British Agency, cxcl:iimiug, 'I
want to save I,ord Kitchener's soul.' Itow-
ever, he was foiled iu the attempt."
Better luck next time.
The Hear East.
PUNCH, OR THE LONDON CHARIVARI. [FEBRUARY 5, 1913.
LOVE AND THE MILITANTS;
On, HCTW I BECAME AN ANTI-SUFFRAGIST.
I HAD deferred to speak my heart
Until tho bloom of Spring was here,
For LOVE, according to the chart,
Does best about that time of year ;
" A fortnight more of fog and mud "
(Thus to iny restive bosom spoke I),
" Then let your passion burst in bud
Contemporaneous with the croci."
But, ere the mists of Jan. had gone
(Supposed a barren month and bare),
Pacing my plot, I lighted on
Tho flower in question flaming there !
I stood a moment stricken dumb,
Then took and pulled myself together,
Saying, " The crucial hour is come,
Accelerated by the weather 1 "
I wrote : " Dear Lilian, just a line
To say I love you much the most ;
Will you, or will you not, be mine ?
Please answer by return of post.
Say ' Yes '—I live ; or ' No '—I die ! "
Addressed it, duly signed and dated,
Enclosed a stamp for her reply,
Slipped it within the slot — and waited.
Two days — and her response arrived.
It wore (besides a pungent scent)
The air of having just survived
A chemical experiment ; '
I oped it — every pulse aglow,
My outward mien remaining placid —
And found her " Yes " (or else her " No " ?)
Deieted^by corrosive acid.
And 'twas a Woman's female hand,
Fingers that LOVE may once have pressed,
Which did not spare (oh shame ! ) to brand
His correspondence with the rest I
A postal order, spoilt that way,
I could — and easily — afford her,
But ah ! a Young Thing's " Yea ". (or " Nay " ?)-
That is a far, far larger order.
So, while I bear once more the strain
Till four-and-eighty hours are flown
(To wire were crude, and then, again, '
She isn't on the telephone),
Packed in a hell not much above
The lowest depths explored by DANTE,
A Woman's despite done to LOVE
Has wrought of me a raging Anti ! 0. S.
Hygiene and Hobbles.
"Tho homo trade is 'spotty,' and tho dining departments can
hardly be doing well ; indeed they have not recovered from the
damage done by tho ugly tight skirts." — Manchester Guardian.
Though we never liked to say so, we always felt that a
tight skirt might hurt the " dining department " — to adopt
our contemporary's graceful phrase.
From a report in The Sheffield Daily Telegraph of Pro-
fessor J. O. ARNOLD'S lecture on Scientific Steel Metallurgy
before the Eoyal Institution: —
"Since 1:386 Sheffield steel in the form of table knives had been
in almost everybody's mouth."
A splendid record of valour.
TEDDY AND EDWIN.
THE statement made in last week's British Weekly, that
Mr. I\OOSI-:VEI,T is about to undertake a searching inves-
tigation into The Mystery of Edwin Drood, has naturally
caused profound sensation on both sides of the Atlantic.
Mr. TAFT, who has been interviewed on the subject by a
representative of The American Bird, stated as his opinion
that the Drood Case clearly called for international arbitra-
tion, but that the constitution of the Hague Tribunal was
not such as to afford a guarantee that tho identity of
Datchcry would be satisfactorily established. For tho
moment, however, he thought that the diversion of the
"Bull Moose" Party into the paths of literary mystery was
a subject for national rejoicing.
Dr. WOODROW WILSON has declined to commit himself
to any precise statement as to the political significance of
Mr. EOOSEVELT'S latest move. Ho observed, however,
that if it led him on to tho Man in the Iron Mask or tho
Letters of Junius the peace of the United States might be
assured for another decade.
Great excitement prevails in Rochester, the scene of
DICKENS'S famous romance, in view of the rumour that
Mr. ROOSEVELT will shortly take up his residence in that
city. At a public meeting held last wcsk it was unanimously
decided to invite Mr. PERCY FITZGERALD to execute a
colossal statue of the ex-President to commemorate his visit.
A proposal to import some lions and other big game, in
order to furnish Mr. ROOSEVELT with relaxation during his
research, was also favourably considered.
Interviewed by a representative of Brainy Bits Sir
ROBERTSON NICOLL stated ; that negotiations were pending
with a view to induce Mr. ROOSEVELT to accept the post
of Contributing Editor of The British Weekly. The scheme
would involve a considerable extension of the paper, as it
was proposed to place an amount of space at Mr. ROOSE-
VELT'S disposal equal to tlijat allotted to CLAUDIUS CLEAR.
His weekly contribution would, it was hoped,' take the form
of a strenuous commentary oh current events under the
heading of " A Cowboy's Causerie.:"
It only remains to be added that for the moment calm
reigns in Oyster Bay.
The Progress of Education.
[Definitions from a "General Knowledge" paper set at a Derby-
shire school.] -
Sporran. — (1) A heathen god; (2) a track of country in
Russia.
Boomerang. — A monkey that lives iu the jungle.
Aurora Leic/h. — An earthquake.
Wielding the icillow. — Caning.
The devouring element. — (1) The mouth; (2) Insurance Bill.
Galaxy. — A language of the Gauls.
Weaker vessel. — German warship.
The better half. — Conservative.
Carillon. — A term of endearment in Italy.
Liebig. — A German love-song.
[" Carillon mio," as we say at Covcnt Garden, " trill mo
a Liebig."] :
In a Daily Mirror interview the following remark is
attributed to the Editor of The Tailor and Cutter : — •
" At this time of the year everybody with the means and tho leisure
tries to get away to the Riviera for tlie winter sports in Switzerland."
Ah ! but how few succeed! There is, of course, some gocd
ski-ing to be done on the Promenade des Anglais at Nice ;
and there is the famous ice-run from La Turbie to the
Casino; but it isn't Switzerland.
PUNCH, OR THE LONDON CHARIVARI.—
5. 1913.
THE BAYARD OF BUKHAREST.
ROOUNIA (politely to Bulgaria). "I AM SURE, DEAR OLD FRIEND, YOU WILL WISH TO
RECOMPENSE ME FOR NOT STABBING YOU FROM BEHIND IN THE PREVIOUS BOUT;
AND I AM THEREFORE PROPOSING TO ANTICIPATE YOUR KINDNESS BY MAKING OFF
WITH YOUR COAT."
HOW MILITANT SUFFRAGETTES ARE MADE.
Caddie (to visitor). " THAT 'rf TIIK OLD OHKEN TO THIS 'OLE, Sin. IT GETS FLOODED, BO TirFT'vr. GIVE IT TO THE r.rr>res!"
THE ROSE BOWL.
AN EXCURSION INTO AKT.
(In the manner of one of the Critics of
tin- New Post-Impressionist Exhibition.)
WHAT do the Public make of Mr.
Yiin Slosh's exquisite " Eose-bo\vl and
Hoses," this masterpiece of truth of j
tilings as they arc, and not as we see
tlic-m? Do they see only a gilt frame,
and thrco or four irregular rhomboids
splashed with paint ?
Let us endeavour to explain what ire
see, in words that the coarsest and
crudest of the savage daubsters and
realists of old, the Velasquezes, the
Corots, the Meissonniers, and the
Whistlers, could follow.
First we consult our catalogue — this,
alas, is still necessary, even to 1:3, who
are acolytes of the new mystery of Art.
Then, little by little, very little by little,
for wo too were once unbelievers, it
permits us to understand.
And then ? A mystic and other-world
odour steals upon our senses — blossoms
that are not, and never will be ! Marvels
of marvels — artistry Satanic and angelic
both 1 The nosiness of the nose, the
rosincss of the rose, the bowliness of
the bowl ; and bowl and roses are not
there, on the canvas 1
Not there? Yea, they are there.
They are coming through the fog of our |
perceptions, as a barge comes through
a fog on the Thames — and they arc
strangely liko barges — four barges —
barges imbedded — abreast in &pa*ticeio\
of tidal mud. Yes, we see them now ;
and surely it is our triumph as much as
the master's?
What has the artist done? He Jins
shamed, itpo'i perishable canvas, the
Sham, Insincerity and Vulgarity of
Nature !
Here arc roses, oh, such roses ! The
roses that poets have dreamed of, and
singers have sung of, and amateur i
gardeners through all time have lied
and boasted of in the 9.1 train. Thank
Heaven that roses like these do not
grow on this earth — for the sob of their
scent, the exquisite pain of their parturi-
tion, would bo too much for mortals !
Look at them closely, now that you
knotr — those four (or is it five? — they
do run together so) irregular rhomboids.
Look at the passion of them, the de-
lirium of them, the disdain of them, the
supreme a sa fitful a, which their frag-
rance exhales. " Eoses all the way " —
the way that Nature has missed and
that Art, which for ever shrinks from
the crudities of Nature, has found.
Note the petals — of course they are not
there ; Mr. Van Slosh has outsoared
Nature's meticulous details — but note
them nevertheless. Note the stem — it
is not there; for the roses of Mr. Van
Slosh have grown in the unsupporting
anther of Paradise — but note it never-
theless. Note the thorns! What joyous
caprice is tin's of the master, that the
thorns arc there, pushed from beneath
the canvas, in an ecstasy of mockery of
this Public who only know rosos when
they have pricked their fingers !
Lastly, note the bowl, so consummate
in its utter absence that one of the
dear roses (or rhomboids — what does it
matter ?) has fallen out of it ; and the
water, that should be in it, is streaming
instead from your eyes in tears — or in
what other emotions ! Ah ! what ?
Never again will we look on real
roses. Never again will we lay our
face on that harsh texture of coarse
hlowsy petals. Never again will we
inhale without nausea that vitiate,
brutal aroma. The very word "per-
gola" is henceforth abhorrent.
Hut will— oil will — the Public ever
understand ?
"Fnrrr VHOM TIM: ('*>••
Record-sized Tjobstor lit Smilhfield Market."
Mnivhrslcr firming Chronicle.
Tin's must be the South African equiva-
lent of our crab-apple.
100
PUNCH, OR THE LONDON CHARIVARI.
[FEBRUARY 5, 1913.
A FLASH OF SUMMER.
and affection ; he was accustomed to ! indeed is the splintered bat with which
give orders and have them instantly Mr. G. L. JESSOP made a triilo of 168
THERE is a street in London called ! obeyed ; but almost anyone could bowl j against Lancashire. I wish the date
Cranbourn Street, which serves no j him out, and it is on record that those ; was given ; I wish even more that the
particular purpose of its own, but is ! royal hands, so capable in their grasp length of the innings in minutes was
useful as leading from Long Acre and j of orb and sceptre, had only the most • given. Whether the splinters were lost
Garrick Street to the frivolous delights rudimentary and incomplete idea of j then, or later, we should also bo told.
of " Hullo, Ragtime !" and serviceable retaining a catch. Such are human ; But there it is, and, after seeing it, how
also in the possession of a Tube station limitations! Here, however, in the | to get through these infernal months
from which one may go to districts of ; Cranbouru Street window, is His ; of February and March and April and
London as diverse as Golder's Green MAJESTY'S bat, and even without the half May, until real life begins again,
and Hammersmith. These to the accompanying label one would guess ] one doesn't know and can hardly
conjecture. And what do you
think is beside it? Nothing less
than "the best bat" that Mr.
M. A. NOBLE ever played with
— the leisurely, watchful Austra-
lian master, astute captain,
inspired change-bowler and the
steady, remorseless compiler of
scores at the right time. It is
something to have in darkest
February NOBLE'S best bat be-
neath one's eyes.
And lastly (for 1 set no
value upon brand-new bats
covered with Colonial auto-
graphs) there is a scarred and
discoloured blade which bears
the brave news that witli it
did that old man hirsute, now
on great match-days a land-
mark in the Lord's pavilion,
surveying the turf where once
he ruled — W. G. himself, no
less! — mado over a thousand
runs. Historic wood if you
like ; historic window !
No wonder then that I scheme
to get Cranbourn Stress into
my London peregrinations. For
here is youth renewed and the
dismallest of winters moment-
arily slain.
" Davics and Chocsman wore con-
tinually feeding tho English threes,
and another score would liavo resulted
but for some heavy talking by
Andre." — Football Star.
Poulton (to Coates). " He 's
swearing in French. I must
stop and listen."
ordinary eye are the principal
merits of Cranbourn Street.
But, to tho eye which more
minutely discerns, it has deeper
and finer treasure : it has a shop
window with a little row of
cricket bats in it so discreetly
chosen that they not only form
a vivid sketch of the history of
the greatest of games but enable
anyone standing at the window
anil studying them to defeat
for tire moment the attack of
this present dreariest of winters
and for a brief but glorious
space believe in the sun again.
And what of the treasures ?
Well, to begin with, the oldest
known bat is here — a dark lop-
sided club such as you see in
the early pictures in the pavilion
of Lord's, that art gallery which
almost justifies rain during a
matcli, since it is only when
rain falls that one examines it
witli any care. Of this bat
there is obviously no history, or
it would be written upon it, and
the fancy is therefore free to
place it in whatever hands one
will — TOM WALKER'S, or BELD-
HAM'S, or Lord FREDERICK
BEAUCLERK'S, or even EICHARD
NYREN'B himself, father of the
first great eulogist of the game.
Beside it is another veteran,
not quite so old though, and
approaching in shape the bat of
our own day— such a bat as
LAMBERT, or that dauntless
sportsman, Mr. OSBALDISTON
(" The Squire," as he was known in the
hunting field), may have swung in
famous single-wicket
is even more of a
curiosity. Nothing less than the very
bat which during his brief and not too
glorious cricket career was employed
to defend his wicket, if not actually
the late KING
he was PRINCE
OP WALES. For that otherwise accom-
plished ruler and full man (as the old
phrase has it) was never much of a
P.O. X. "'Ow'B YEB DOIN', BOB?"
Commish. "Al. THIS 'ERE PAYS BETTEB'N PICTURES."
one of their
contests.
Beside these
to make runs, by
EDWARD VII. when
it)
C. B. FRY. He knew the world as few
have known it ; he commanded respect
that it was the property of no very
efficient cricketer. For it lacks body ;
no one who really knew would have
borne to the pitch a blade so obviously
incapable of getting the ball to the
ropes; while just beneath tho too
fanciful splice is a silver plate. Now
all cricketers are aware that it is when
the incoming man carries a bat with a
silver plate on it that the scorers (if
ever) feel entitled to dip below the
table for the bottle and glass and
generally relax a little.
So much for what may be called the
freaks of this fascinating window. Now
for the facts. A very striking fact
than
Consummation.
[" To travel hopefully is a bettor thinj
to arrive." — R. L. Stevenson."]
SOME philosopher has stated
That to strive for things is vain,
That success is over-rated
And the prizes we obtain
Disappoint us when wo get them ;
one example will explain.
Here before tho mirror shaving
With a trembling hand and blue,
Well I recollect the craving,
Little beard, I had for you ;
Do I cherish, now I 've got it, this
appendage ? Pas (lit tout I
FEBRUARY 5, 1913.]
PUNCH, OR THE LONDON CHARIVARI.
101
"HATE TOU SEEK HOUNDS PASS THIS WAT, BOY?"
" YES, Sir. ; BCT I 'it AFHAID THEY AHI'T sucKra' TO THE HOAD, SIR."
THE TACTFUL TENANT.
(A Model for Flat-IhfcUers.)
A POND, a strip of heath, two lines of trees —
Such is the prospect that my gaze is skimming;
But every morn there passes, if you please,
A girl with a mauve hat. I hate tbe trimming.
Therefore I wrote our landlord : " I am loth
To seem to make a mountain of a mole-hill,
But some things constitute a breach of troth :
This hat " (I sketched the outline) " makes my soul ill.
" Others might dwell upon our bathroom pipe,
Prate of the patch of damp that spoils a coiling ;
Others, again, a crude litigious typo,
Might call your notice to the paper's peeling ;
11 1 do not. I am silent. I forbear
To ask in what near pub., in what low quarter
Lurks (when we want the coal brought up the stair)
Steeped in eponymous carouse, the porter.
" I make no plaints, I roll no catalogue
Of crimes at No. G. I calmly swallow
The ululations of their so-called dog ;
I brook their gramophone that baits Apollo.
" The garden that we Lopsd to get to lovo,
Used by the object of the strange pretension
I spoke of in tho stanza just above
To hoard his bones in — that I do not mention.
" I merely wish to harp upon the view—
The view that most of all things recommended
The little mansion let to us by you,
The outlook that your ads. described as " splendid "-
" Vision of waters and of wooded peace,
And yon tall spire behind tho beech wood spinneys
(The mouth-piece of the muse who penned our lease
Must have included that— or why those guineas V).
" And shall this harmony that soothes our cares
By one appalling hat bo daily broken ?
You are responsible for all repairs.
See to it. Get it mended. I have spoken."
*»**«*
Strange ending. Now the decorator's here,
The ape at No. C is gagged and haltered,
The porter drinks less, but beside the mcro
The lady with the hat goes on unaltered.
EVOE.
" MABBLE BEEAKS A WINDOW. — While a couple of boys were plaring
in Aubrey Street, Hereford, on Tuesday,, one of them unintentionally
kicked a marble against tho window in the show-rooms of the Hereford
Corporation Gas Department, breaking a large pane of plate glass.
The lada, who live in the neighbourhood, had been playing marbles."
The Hereford Times (italics by "Punch").
We aro very glad that an event of such magnitude and
poignancy should not have escaped notice in one of our
great provincial organs. At the same time we congratulate
our contemporary on avoiding all catch-penny methods in
its treatment of the subject. The restraint shown in
that brief and simple reflection, " The lads had been playing
marbles," should be a lesson to some of our London dailies.
102
PUNCH, OR THE LONDON CnAElVARL_ [FEBRUARY 5.
WINTER SPORT.
I. — AN INTRODUCTION.
"I HAD better say at once," I an-
nounced as I turned over the wine list,
" that I have come out here to enjoy
myself, and enjoy myself I shall. Myra,
what shall we drink ? "
"You had three weeks honeymoon
in October," complained Thomas, " and
you 're taking another three weeks now.
Don't you ever do any work ? "
and I smiled at each other.
" What is the French for a pair of
snow-shoes?" asked Myra.
" I pointed to them in French. The
undersized Robert I got at a bargain.
The man who hired it last week broke
his leg before his fortnight was up,
and so there was a reduction of several
centimes."
" I 've been busy too," I said. " I 've
been watching Myra unpack, and tell-
ing her where not to put my things."
I packed jolly well
accident."
xcept for the
Coming from Thomas, who spends his
busy day leaning up against the wire-
less installation at the Admiralty, the
remark amused us.
" We '11 have champagne," said Myra,
"because it's our " opening night.
Archie, after you with the head-waiter."
It was due to Dahlia, really, that the
Rabbits were hibernating at the Hotel
das Angeliques, Switzerland (central-
heated throughout) ; for she had been
ordered abroad, after an illness, to pull
herself together a little, and her doctor
had agreed with Archie that she might
as well do it at a placa where her
husband could skate. On the point
that Peter should come and skate too,
however, Archie was firm. While
admitting that he loved his infant son,
he reminded Dahlia that she couldn't
possibly get through Calais and Pont-
arlier without declaring Peter, and
that the duty on this class of goods
was remarkably heavy. Peter, there-
fore, was left behind. He had an army
of nurses to look after him, and a
stenographer to take down his more
important remarks. With a daily
bulletin and a record of his table-talk
promised her, Dahlia was prepared to
be content.
As for Myr^and me, we might have
hesitated to take another holiday so
soon, had it not been for a letter I
received one morning at breakfast.
"Simpson is going," I said. "He
has purchased a pair of skis."
" That does it," said Myra decisively.
And, gurgling happily to herself, she
went out and bought a camera.
For Thomas I can find no excuses.
At a moment of crisis ho left his
country's Navy in jeopardy and, the
Admiralty yacht being otherwise en-
gaged, booked a first return fron
COOK'S. And so it was that at foui
o'clock one day we arrived together a
the Hotel des Angeliques, and some
three hours later were settling dowi
comfortably to dinner.
" I 've had a busy time," said Archie
" I 've hired a small bob, a luge and a
pair of skis for myself, a pair of snow
shoes and some skates for Dahlia, a — a
tricycle horse for Simpson, and I don'
know what else. All in French."
1 An accident to the boot-oil," I
explained. " If I get down to my last
three shirts you will notice it."
We stopped eating for a moment in
order to drink Dahlia's health. It was
Dahlia's health which had sent us
there.
Who 's your friend, Samuel ? " said
Archie, as Simpson caught somebody's
eye at another table and nodded.
"A fellow I met in the lift," said
Simpson casually.
" Samuel, beware of elevator ac-
quaintances," said Myra in her most
solemn manner.
He 's rather a good chap.
lie was
at Peterhouse with a friend of mine,
le was telling mo quite a good story
my friend gave there
;er-beers
upted.
xbout a ' wine
nee, when-
" Did you tell him about your ' gin
at Giggleswick ? " I inter-
My dear old chap, ho 's rather a
man to be in with. He knows the
?resident."
' I thought nobody knew the Presi-
lent of the Swiss Republic," said Myra.
Like the Man in the Iron Mask."
"Not that President, Myra. The
President of the ' Angeliques Sports
ilub."
" Never heard of it," we all said.
Simpson polished his glasses and
prepared delightedly to give an ex-
planation.
The Sports Club runs everything
here," he began. " It gives you prizes
for fancy costumes and skating and so
on."
"Introduce me to the President at
once," cooed Myra, patting her hair
and smoothing down her frock.
" Even if you were the Treasurer's
brother," said Archie, " you wouldn't
get a prize for skating, Simpson."
" You 've never seen him do a rock-
ing seventeen, sideways."
Simpson looked at us pityingly.
" There 's a lot more in it than that,"
he said. " The President will introduce
you to anybody. One might see — er —
somebody one rather liked the look of,
and — er — Well, I mean in an hotel
one wants to enter into the hotel life
and— er — meet other people."
' Who is she? " said Myra.
' Anybody you want to marry must
submitted to Myra for approval
first," I said. "We've told you so
several times."
Simpson hastily disclaimed any in-
tention of marrying anybody and helped
himself lavishly to champagne.
It so happened that I was the first
of our party to meet the President,
an honour which, perhaps, I hardly
deserved. While Samuel was seeking
tortuous introductions to him through
friends of Peterhouse friends of his, the
President and I fell into each other's
arms in the most natural way.
It occurred like this. There was a
dance after dinner; and Myra, not
satisfied with my appearance, sent me
upstairs to put some gloves on. (It is
one of the penalties of marriage that
one is always • being sent upstairs.)
With my hands properly shod I re-
turned to the ball-room, and stood for
a moment in a corner while I looked
about for her. Suddenly I heard a
voice at my side.
" Do you want a partner ? " it said.
I turned, and knew that I was face
to face with the President.
" Well," I began —
"You arc a new-comer, aren't you?
I expect you don't know many people.
If there is anybody you would like to
dance with —
I looked round the room. It was
too good a chance to miss.
" I wonder," I said. " That girl over
there — in the pink frock — just putting
up her fan —
He almost embraced me.
" I congratulate you on your taste,'
he said. " Excellent ! Come with me.'
He went over to the girl in the pink
frock, I at his heels.
".Er, may I introduce," he said. " Mr
— er — er — -yes, this is Miss — er — yes
H'r'm." Evidently he didn't know hei
name.
"Thank you," I said to him. Ho
nodded and left us. I turned to th
girl in the pink frock. She was very
pretty.
"May I have this dance?" I asked
" I 've got my gloves on," I added.
She looked at me gravely, trying liar
not to smile.
"You may," said Myra. A. A. M
If s of the Week.
"If the kittle of Wellington was won o:
the playing-fields of Eton." — Methodist Timo
To the Hero who Flew the Eimplon
Did ever man contrive to do
So lofty, so colossal a
Feat as the champion's who flew
From Brigue to Domodossola?
5, 1913.] PUNCH, OR THE LONDON CHARIVARI.
103
THE COSTUME-BALL MANIA.
(A Hint to the Impecunious.)
How MB. AND Mns. STOOTCT BBOWNB BAXCI ma CHANGES ON A N-CHI-DB ss AITD SUIT OP r j MS.
A LADY ASD GENTLEMAN OP MEDIEVAL TIMES.
BLUEBEARD AND SINDBAD THE SAILOB.
EASTEBN NUT AND PEIDE OF THE HABEM.
GREAT-GIUNDPAHEXTS.
PUNCH, OR THE LONDON CHARIVARI. [FKBBUABT 5. 1913.
"LAUGHTER IN COURT."
Senior Counsel . "WHAT THR DICKENS AEE rou TWO FELLOWS ur TO?"
Junior. "WF.'BT! IN OLD DuAr.IE's COUBT TO-DAY.
AND SAVE FACIAL BTRAIJf."
BRILLIANT IDEA TO WEAR MASKS
LITERARY NOTES.
WE learn from the literary para-
graphor of 1'he Daily Chronicle that
Mrs. MAIIY GAUNT, who is shortly
starting for her travels in Chiia, has
hcon advised by her brother-in-law to
carry a revolver as a measure of self-
defence.
"The thought of that revolver — es-
pecially how she is to manage it! —
makes her a trifle nervous, as she
confessed the other evening at a fare-
well dinner which her publisher, Mr.
WERNER LAURIE, gave in her honour
at the Waldorf Hotel."
It is p!ea;aut to know that precau-
tions of tin's sort are not neglectr.d by
other literary Amazons and Strong
i, whose preservation from harm is
so enormously important to their pub-
lishers and readers alike.
Mrs. Dalcli tch Glurnme, who is shortly
about to start for New Guinea, was
entertained on Friday night by her
publishers, Messrs. Odder and Odder, at
a farewell dinner at the Fitz Hotel.
The length of her sojourn in the Island
of Mystery depends on the altitude ol
the anthropophagous tribes of the
interior as well as the advice of hei
uncle. Sir Hugo Glumme, the famous
big game hunter. Acting on his sug-
gestion she lias been taking lessons in
the use of the blow-pipe, and the onlj
contretemps which occurred to mar the
enjoyment of the gathering on Friday
was the inadvertent wounding of the
! elder Mr. Odder during a demonstration
! of her skill. Fortunately the dart was
not poisoned, and Mr. Odder was able
to render full justice to the exquisite
wines and liqueurs which graced tho
board.
Lady Gladys Strutt-Jenkinson left
on Saturday by tho Aurora from South-
ampton. This dauntless sportswoman,
as is well known, is proceeding to the
Solomon Islands to collect local colour
for her new didactic romance on tho
marriage laws, and a select company of
friends and admirers were invited to
meet her at a send-off banquet at the
Charlton on the previous evening by her
publisher, Mr. Goodleigh Champ. On
her former excursions, Lady Gladys has
relied solely on the power of her eye to
quell all resistance, whether on the part
of natives or wild animals, but on this
occasion she has yielded to the urgent
request of her publisher, and equipped
lerself with a battery of boomerangs.
\fter the dinner, Lady Gladys gave
an exhibition of her command of this
ilusivc weapon, in the course of which
she brought down Mr. Goodleigh
Uliamp, Mr. Tufton Hunter, and tho
lead-waiter, in three shots. As, how-
ever, the boomerangs employed were
richly padded no untoward conse-
quences resulted from the impact.
Mr. Bax Wimbledon, whose new
novel, Crcsta, Bobberlcy , will probably
appear in April, is one of those con-
scientious workers who never write on
any subject with which they are not
personally and intimately acquainted.
If, for example, his theme is Royalty,
10 makes a point of visiting a crowned
Liead. If it be winter sports, as in the
present case, he spends at least a week
it Montana, Adelboden, or some other
fashionable resort. Last week, he was
the principal guest at a brilliant supper
party at the Saveloy, given by his pub-
lisher and friend, Mr. Roland Stodger.
A charming feature of the evening's
entertainment was the descent of the
noble marble staircase, which had been
treated with a monster ice pudding,
by Mr. Bax Wimbledon on a silver tea-
tray. The masterly v/ay in which he
negotiated the corner before the last
flight is of the happiest augury for the
success of his new romance. It is
immensely reassuring to learn, however,
that, acting on the advice of his second
cousin. Professor Pyhus, the famous
Alpinist, Mr. Bax Wimbledon never
enters a bobsleigh without donning a
pneumatic suit, which renders the
wearer practically bump-proof.
" Mr. Borden spoke with an eloquence
which sprang from his deep-seated conviction
of the pnvve pass which we have reached,
basins his proposals upon tho significant
memorandum which the Almighty had pre-
pared at his request." — Slonti'cctl tfaiettt.
Any request of Mr. BORDEN'S —
PUNCH. OR THE LONDON CIIATtlY ART.— FKHIH-ARY 5, 1913.
A PLEASURE DEFERRED.
"YOU'VE CUT MY DANCE!" MR. ASQUITH. " YES, I KNOW. THE
THE M.C. OBJECTED TO THE PATTERN OF MY WAISTCOAT, AND I HAD TO
)ME AND CHANGE IT. BUT I'LL TELL YOU WHAT! LET ME PUT YOU DOWN
FOB AN EXTRA AT OUR PRIVATE SUBSCRIPTION DANCE NEXT SEASON!"
FKHRUARY 5, 1913.]
PUNCH, OR THE LONDON CHARIVARI.
107
ESSENCE OF PARLIAMENT.
ExTiun i •'.!> Hi'iM Tin: Pi MI Y OF Tonv, 51.1'.)
Home of Commons, Monday, Jiiiinni //
Ii. Tin- Lords were hit pretty hard
by Parliament Act. Not sure that, for
the moment, they do not even more
acutely feel snub lately administered.
Through Creator part of Session, en-
tirely throughout tho
'Winter sitting, they
have been set on ono
side whilst the Com-
mons manipulated tho
Homo Rule Hill. Un-
dignified position only
b -able in contempla-
tion of certainty that in
due time they would
have their turn, reassert-
ing ancient predomin-
ance of partnership.
This the long-looked-
for day. Home Rule
Bill came up for second
Heading. Full - dress
debate arranged with
pleased consciousness
that tho public would
gratefully turn atten-
tion from the Commons,
concentrating it on tho
Lords. And this is the
very day the Commons
select for crisis of their
own, involving dislo-
cation of sessional programme, not to
speak of danger to life of Government.
Thus it comes to pass that whilst the
House of Commons, seething with
excitement, is crowded from floor to
topmost bench of Strangers' Gallery,
the House of Lords, Cinderella of the
domestic establishment, sits apart
neglected, forgotten, engaged upon
drudgery of chewing over again the
thrice-boiled colewort of the Home
Rule controversy.
In accordance with his custom of an
afternoon, PRIME MINISTER conducted
on strictly business principles the
dili'minii in which House and Govern-
ment suddenly, unexpectedly, find
themsslve? engulfed. In Delphic
utterance the SPEAKEB last Thursday
indicated possibility of withdrawal of
•franchise .Bill and introduction of new
measure if the Suffragists' amendments
standing on the Paper should be carried
in Committee. But he had not given
definite ruling, adopting for personal
guidance PREMIER'S famous axiom,
" \Vait and see." This an awkward
predicament, not only risking loss of
valuable time but investing debate with
air of unreality. PREMIER adjured
SPEAKER straightway to make more
precise declaration. SPEAKER kindly
obliged.
If, he said in effect, any one of the
' Suffragists' amendments were carried,
he should rule that this created necessity
for introduction of a new Bill.
Very well ; there an end of the
Franchise Bill, at least for this Session.
PREMIER moved that order for Com-
mittee stage be withdrawn. House
proceeded, as if nothing particular had
CINDERELLA.
happened, to consider Trade Unions
Bill on Report stage.
Business dom. — Franchise Bill aban-
doned.
House of Lords, Tuesday. — Yesterday
Lord CREWE moved Second Reading of
Home Rule Bill in spsech whose felici-
tous phrasing and freshness of treat-
ment of stale topic did not succeed in
• It tens our old friend NAPOLEON B. HALDANE."
dispersing gloom that lay low over the
11 -srmbly. Duke of DEVONSHIRE, in per-
formance, as he said, of hereditary duty,
moved rejection of Bill. If you closed
your eyes and momentarily persuaded
yourself that you were twenty years
\ounger, you might have thought it
wa< the eighth Duke who was speaking.
Thig afternoon ST. ALHWYN, a planet in
theUnionist firmament,
takes up the wondrous
tale, devoting long and
weighty discourse to
what ho regards as " an
unworkable Bill, a
measure framed not to
work but to pass."
" Forty years ago,"
he said, "I was opposed
to Home Rule for Ire-
land, and I am equally
opposed to it to-day."
" There 's the man for
my money, such as it
amounts to," said tho
MEMBER FOR SARK, his
eyes gleaming with
pleasure as ho looked on
from tho pen gallery
above the Bar lavishly
set apart for accom-
modation of the Com-
mons. " Studying an
intricate question
through the changing
courses of forty years he
holds the same opinion as ho declared
when ISAAC BUTT first preached the
gospel of Home Rule in House of
Commons. That's what I call true
statesmanship. None of your living
from hand to mouth, indignantly
denounced by BONNER LAW fresh from
Ashton and Edinburgh."
As ST. ALDWYN developed his argu-
ment, leading up to this memorable
declaration, the wigged- and -gowned
figure on the Woolsack seemed to be
engaged in playing a game of Patience.
On liis spacious knees was spread a
heap of sheets of paper. Taking them
up one by one, he, after glancing over
contents, placed ono on bench to left of
him, another to the right. Hadn't quite
finished the game when ST. ALDWYN
resumed his seat. Thereupon, bundling
remainder of the cards off his knees,
he stepped two paces to left of Wool-
sack, and began to address the House.
Something familiar in the figure,
albeit disguised. Something recog-
nisable in the voice, though on lower
key, its utterance more deliberate, indi-
cating in subtle fashion consciousness
on part of speaker that he was in church.
Could it be possible ? Was it? No —
yes. It was our old House of Com-
mons friend, NAPOLEON B. HALDANE.
But what transmogrification ! What
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[FKIUU-ARY 5, 1913.
strange- sea-change Buffeted since
ho was accustomed nightly to stand
ab Tublo in tho Commons and, to
the bewilderment of retired Colonels,
set squadrons of Territorials in the
field. One thinks regretfully of familiar
spectacle of his march up floor of
the House, with almost imperceptible
twitch of his left leg as of one accus-
tomed to have a sword swinging from
his belt. So complete was illusion
one almost fancied one heard the jingle
of spurs.
Hidden beneath silken folds of LORD
CHANCELLOR'S costly gown lurk the
manly limbs of former SECRETARY
OF STATE FOB WAR, the GARNOT-CUITI-
CABDWELL of the British Army. Van-
ished, doubtless flattened out, under
full-bottomed wig is tho famous lock
of hair that, curling over tho massive
brow, instantly recalled the personality
of another equally great and heaven-
born soldier.
Perturbed by discovery I did not
closely follow drift of reply to ST.
ALDWYN'S damaging criticism. Don't
doubt it was effective. Peace hath
her victories no less renowned than
\Yar. Personally I prefer dauntless N.
BONAPARTE H ALDAN F, in House of
Commons to a sleek LORD CHANCELLOR
in another place.
Business done. — Second night of de-
bate on Home Rule Bill. In the
Commons Welsh Church Disestablish-
ment Bill passes Committee stage.
Thursday. — An attractive feature
(sorely needed) in dull progress of
debate concluded to-night has been
presence of Peeresses. The patience
and coin-ago of the English lady in
circumstances of extreme depression
proudly light up some of the dark pages
of the story of the Indian Mutiny.
These qualities, in different degree and
of course in widely altered circum-
stances, displayed during progress of the
four nights' debate in House of Lords.
Impossible to imagine any fare less
attractive to female appetite than
rfchauffi; of arguments about Home
Mule drearily served up for months in the
House of Commons and, since GENERAL
CARSON, K.C.'s, expedition to Ulster,
filling the papers. But the Lords
having had the Bill delivered to them
solemnly decided to talk about; it for
four days before coming to foregone
conclusion in Division Lobby. To be
present at the debate was the thing.
The Peeresses, dressed all in their best,
did it with regularity and despatch, the !
latter tendency growing irresistible '
after the first nour's sufferance.
Pretty to see furtive way in which
about this period of the entertain-
ment ladies looked from right to loft
of panelled screen behind them to see
which doorway giving exit was the
nearer. Presently one by one they stole
forth with delightfully casual air, as if
they weie just going out to see if it were
raining and would be back directly.
They didn't come.
Is inn P£i:r.ES3Es
HOME RULE DEBATE.
Business done. — Lord CREWE'S mo*
tion for Second Heading of Home Rule
Bill defeated by 326 votes against 69.
In bout limited to three rounds the first
is scored to the Lords.
IN MY ALBUM.
(Oirner's Preface.)
HERE, on the first white page
(With virgin pages blushing under-
neath
Waiting the wit and wisdom of the age,
Hoping, perhaps, to bear a floral
wreath
In water-colour art)
I stick these verses down to make a
start.
Here, as a sage has said,
"Thoughts that he wishes to be
thought to think "
A man may write ; and if, when I have
read
Your chaste effusions, they should
strike me pink,
I promise to refrain
From any comment which might cause
you pain.
Arise, dear friends, and shiiic!
Man's intellect is not exhausted yet,
As witness this accomplishment of mine.
Moreover (if the standard I have set
Appears unduly high),
Your best is all I ask for. Como and try.
THE GREAT CUP TIE.
(/>// our S2)ccial Financial Expert.)
FoBTT-PIYE thousand sporting en-
tluHia.sts gathered on the ground of the
Blacklon Cocks]mrs yesterday to view
the great cup tie with Upton United.
All felt it to be a tremendous occasion,
for the Cockspurs had bid no less than
£1,000 to secure that the tie should be
played on their own ground. Great
anxiety was felt by the crowd as to
whether the speculation would pay.
When the news passed round that
already £1,250 had been taken at tho
gates loud cheers were raised. The
crowd recognised that a fine sporting
action had met with its proper reward.
At last the referee (£2 2*. and inci-
dental expenses) appeared with the lines-
men (£1 Is. and incidental expenses) in
the centre. Loud cries of " Mind you
treat the Cockspurs f air ! " and "Play the
game, referee!" greeted them, and the
oflicials bowed their acknowledgments.
In a minute the famous black-and-white
shirts (is. Gd. each) of the Blackton
Cockspurs were seen, and the vision of
the team (net cost, £12,000) sent the
crowd into raptures. First came Juhher
— the ex-Kverton-Celtic-Biirnley- Villa
centre forward, specially purchased for
these cup-ties at the record price of
£2,000. His face beamed with enthu-
siasm for the good old Coakspurs as
(for the first time) he took his place in
their team. Then came Dubbs, the
ex - Derby - Sunderland - Fulham out -iilc
left, with the consciousness of his £1,500
transfer fee on his face. Mugg, the
goalkeeper, who had been picked up at
an end of the season bargain sale for a
mere £500, crept towards his goal,
sensible of his social inferiority.
"£6,000 worth of forwards," whis-
pered thecrowd. "They can't bo beaten."
Then Jubber (£2,000) stepped forward
to toss with the rival captain (value
nil). He produced a coin (Id.) from
his pocket, and the referee (£2 2s. and
incidental expenses) watched it as it
spun in the air.
" Jubber 's won," howled the crowd.
" Good old Jubber — seven to four on
the Cockspurs ! "
The ball (IDs., including bladder-
strange that such mighty issues should
depend on so cheap an article) \vas
placed, and the mounted police (10-s. G<?.
each for afternoon) held themselves in
readiness to ride to the referee's protec-
tion, and the kick-off came.
A moment and Jubber had posses-
sion. £2,000 worth of centre forward
was sailing for the Upton goal when a
half-back (born in Upton — no transfer
expenses, therefore) interposed and
kicked the ball up the field. Wild cries
of "Order him off!" and "Play the
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109
SIGNS ABE NOT WANTING THAT THE FORCE IS USIXO ALL IIS SUBTLETY TO COPE WITH THE PILLAB-BOX CUTBACKS.
game, referee!" filled the air. A cheap
Upton outside-left gathered the ball
and centred. It was scrimmaged past
tlio Ulackton goalkeeper amidst loud
shouts of " Offside ! " A brilliant charge
by the mounted police checked thecrowd
when the referee (£2 2s. and expenses)
allowed the goal. Then everyone said,
" That 's the worst of these cheap goal-
keepers—if they'd only paid £3,000
for Wiggins that would never have
happened." An impromptu -directors'
meeting was held on the stand, and
the secretary (£500 per annum) was
instantly despatched with a blank
cheque to buy Wiggins.
In the meantime the £6,000 line of
forwards made ground, but, owing to
the unsportsmanlike conduct of tho
opposing halves, who charged without '
the least regard for monetary value, the
attack was beaten off. Jubber, the !
great Jubber, collapsed on the field. !
The trainer (£5 per week) rushed out
with a brandy bottle (4s. 6d. net.), but
the fine fellow did not rise. He had
twisted his ankle (value £375). Ambu-
lance men (volunteers) bore him
solemnly from the field.
"Where's our dividend?" hissed a
shareholder (twenty £5 shares) from
the grand stand. " Kill that referee."
Things went from bad to worse.
Dubbs (the £1,500 full back) kicked the
ball through his own goal and in vain
j tho crowd appealed for offside. So the
game came to an end, though the chair-
man of the Blackton Cockspurs made
a desperate effort to save the situation
by lodging a protest against the state
of the ground (cost £10,000) as being
too dry to suit his team.
The crowd filed out with sorrowful
faces, though a few thousand sportsmen
stayed behind to conduct a referee-
hunt round the (£4,500) pavilion.
" It's a sad day for Blackton sport,"
they sighed. " Why, if they 'd kept on
in the Cup they might have paid ten
per cent, this year."
" The fiict that tho bow of the Ulstennore
is pointing to one quarter of tho compass and
the stern to another is evidence of tho remark-
able effect of the wind and Mersey currents."
Belfast News-letter.
In the Thames on a calm day you never
get this remarkable effect.
110
PUNCH, Oil TIIK LONDON CHARIVARI.
[FiuusuAitY 5, 1913.
PBIDE AND THE FALL.
[The baggage of Commercial Travellers is
. i-rptod »t a reduced rate by the Hallway.
( •oiniKUiios at thoir Left Luggage Offices.]
LONG ere he left his private school
And came to man's estate,
His father said, " He is no fool; "
His mother, " He is great."
But, when the Benchers screened his
name
And called him to the Bar.
Then to his parents he became
More wise and greater far.
They thought the world of him and,
lllO.'e.
Tlio things they thought they said ;
No wonder that the stripling wore
A slightly swollen head,
And made a fuss about his new
And rather costly kit,
Especially the hag of blue
In which he carried it.
Wlienas lie went the Circuit round
He shouldered it with pride,
Though, had he looked, he had not
found
A single brief inside.
He thought in his egregious way
That all who saw it had
A kind of awe, a^ who should say,
" A barrister, begad ! "
But Euston has an office where
Left goods are stored and pri/.ed,
And there he took the bag and there
Was disillusionized.
" Retain," said he, " this treasure,
please,
As safely as you can.
It is no commonplace valise."
" Commercial ? " said the man.
THIED-SINGLE COMBAT.
MIND you, I 'm not done yet ; I "11
have the laugh of Herbert Anthony or
perish.
Herbert Anthony has, I 'in certain,
grown grey in the service of the Under-
ground. Grey he undoubtedly is, hut
far from rusty. He has learnt how to
keep himself from that by processes
which I was to appreciate on the very
day of his arrival at the booking-office
of rny particular station.
Every evening as the clock strikes
live the pen falls from my nerveless
fingers and I hurry to this station and
hook to St. James' Park.
Herbert Anthony did not let the grass
grow under his feet. On Tuesday, the
night of his first appearance, I went to
the window and, tendering a few pence,
called, " James' Park."
" Saint James," replied Herbert A.,
and furnished me.
1 smiled; he smiled back ; we mutu-
ally recognised a twin spirit.
The subsequent daily engagements
can be chronicled briefly :
Wednesday.
T. "Saint James."
U. A. (laconically). "Park."
Thursdw/.
I (business-like). "•!. 1'aik."
//. A. (griggishly). " Saint James, his
Park."
Friday,
I (cohlli/), " St. James."
H. A. (vulgarly). " St. Jas."
OH Saturday I came to a decision as
I walked to the station at one o'clock.
Since it is a point of honour that fresli
ground should be broken each time I
felt some confidence as I greeted him
warmly with "James."
Frigidly lie replied, " ' Herb.' to in-
timates ; ' Mr. Anthony ' to others."
Before these lines are in print I shall
have checkmated him. Let me outline
it. H. A. will see me coming from afar.
Through his window 1 shall note him
smirking, and with one word that itself
spells victory 1 shall smite him down.
"Victoria, " 1 shall say.
THE B1HTHDAY PRESENT.
" DOKS he smoke '.' "
"No."
"Drink?"
" No. \Vilfred has no vices."
" How boring of him ! Well, does he
play golf? You could get him a— — •"
"Wilfred thinks games are a fright-
ful waste of time, besides being
childish and expensive. He says that
when we are married he hopes I'll
give up tennis and golf and all that
sort of thing, and go for ' good long
walks' with him instead."
" Shall you ? " Elsa asked cautiously.
" Oh, of course not ! But till we 're
married, anyway, it's no good giving
him games things, is it ? Think of |
something else, there's a dear."
" It 's not so easy," said Elsa, from
the depths of an enormous arm-chair.
" If he doesn't smoke — or drink — or
play games — not even Auction? "
" No card games of any kind."
" Doesn't he ? Exemplary young
mail 1 Well — bright idea — why not get
him some ties ? "
" He only wears black ones," said
Caroline dolefully. " And black socks
— always."
Elsa threw up her eyes. " Handker-
chiefs, then ? " she suggested.
"His mother's giving him those."
" H 'm. Is he fond of reading ? "
" Only SHAKSPEABE, and I gave him
that for Christmas."
" Music ? Perhaps he "
" I 'in afraid Wilfred doesn't care
for music."
A long pan so.
" I honestly can't think of anything
else," said Elsa at last. " I never knew
a man with so few pursuits or wants.
It's awfully splendid, of course," she
added hurriedly. Yet another pause.
" lie doesn't shoot or lish, I suppose '.' "
'• Wilfred ? Good heavens, no ! Surely
you've read his pamphlet on ' Wanton
Butchery ' ? "
" 'Fraid not. Does he motor, though,
or ride? "
" Can't afford either."
Another pause, during which Elsa
poked the. lire with the tip of her shoe.
" Caroline," she said, when they had
sat in silence for at least two minutes,
•• 1 want to ask you something, only
I'm afraid of making you angry."
" I shan't be, I promise. Don't mind
asking me anything. W hat is it ? "
" It 's " .
" Go on."
"It's," began Elsa, speaking rather
jerkily, "why did you get engaged
to Wilfred? I mean, what was the
attraction? "
" I was in love with him."
" Wax '! "
" Am, I mean."
Elsa began to feel extremely awk-
ward. " Oh, I see," she said lamely.
Another horrid long silence settled i
down between them, bristling with i
half-formed, unspoken sentences ; and
a curl of blue smoke rose up from
Elsa's shoe.
At last Caroline spoke. " I didn't
mean ' am,' " she said.
"Caroline! I knew you didn't. Why
on earth "
"I don't know. He was awfully
clever and — good, you know— and I i
was in love with him then — 1 was,
really. Only —
" How loiig did it last ? "
" For about three weeks after we were
engaged; and I still It kit him most
awfully, and respect him, and —
" But think of spending the rest of
your life with him."
" Oh, I couldn't ! "
" Caroline," said Elsa solemnly, " I
think you must he mad."
"I know! I was! I iuu.r.1 have
been! " said Caroline wildly.
" What are you going to do then ? "
"1 shall write him an awfully nice
letter"— they both began to lau^h—
"and tell him I don't think we're really
suited to each other, and I don't feel I
should be acting fairly to either of us
in marrying him. And 1 '11 send him
back that horrid little gold brooch he
gave me for Christmas, and —
" The very thing I " said Elsa ; " it '11
make a charming birthday surprise."
FEBRUARY 5, 1913.]
ri:XCI[, OR THE LONDON CHARIVARI.
ill
i.:
Coachman (confidentially, Ids mistress Jutviny dram Wank with four successive calls). "WE 'HE rs LUCK TO-DAY,
SUFFERING.
(On a recent Critical Pronouncement.}
" Tin: chief essential tliat our poets lack
Is suffering "—a sweeping critic cries ;
I come to sqiiush this infamous attack;
Let me, I beg you, hit tliis person back ;
" Suffering," bless his eyes —
Why, bards are born to suffer. Not a lyra
Was over kindled into laboured song
That did not speak of anguish long and diic,
So much there is to chill the poet's fire,
So many things go wrong.
The very feet whereby he seeks to climb,
(Ah, heav'n) like lead restrain him to the fkt;
As for the weary trafficking called rhyme,
I have not got the eloquence or time
To give my views on that.
And, when all's done, after the stress and strain,
To cast the fruits of one's perfected art
Forth to a mob who callously disdain
The treasures wrung from one's perspiring brain,
That's the most cutting part.
I could go on with this. I have a score
Of woes thai, cry for utterance. But a bard
Is horn to suffer, as 1 said before ;
And, when I hear that what he wants is more,
It come.s a trifle hard.
No. To requite the poet for his toils
Ho should recline among earth's choicest blooms;
His meek head should be laved in precious oils,
His garment woven of the costliest spoils
From oriental looms.
Slaves should attend him, at his slightest beck,
To bear him scented sherbet and rich cream;
Jewels should hang in clusters round his neck,
Nor any noise should enter there to check
The current of his dream.
That is the treatment. Not to carp or scoff,
Not to deny his load, but make it light ;
Why, now, a bard is rarely so well off
As to afford a motor — even golf ;
I do not call that right.
And, which is worse, for lack of this refined
(Tho1 simple) ease for which all poets yearn,
You cannot hope for song of highest kind : —
As for myself, I often fesl inclined
To drop the whole concern. Dun-Dun.
From A Marriage of Inconvenience, by THOMAS Conn: —
"Like Adda, lie had dark brown hair, with enormous black cjc-
brows, a moustaolio, and a short beard."
We always cut Adela's dance.
From a list of wedding presents in The Ecc sham -Journal: —
" Mr. i Mrs. A. E. Baker—Curate."
Bride (as she unpacks him). " My dear, that's the fifth.
Well, he '11 have to go with the others in the bos-room."
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PUNCH, OR THE LONDON CHARIVARI.
[FEBRUARY 5, 1913.
THE FAMILY GROUP.
" YOUR views on politics," said Franccsca, " are not
unfamiliar to me. "What I should really liko to know is
whether you are coming to London with us to-morrow."
"To London?" I said. '"Us"? Who are the ' us '—I
mean which aro the wo who — that is to say, who arc going
to London to-morrow, and why ? "
" I am going— that 's one ; and Muriel is going — that 's
two —
" Those arc two," I murmured. She took no notice of
me.
"And Nina is going— that's three; and Alice and
Frederick are going — that 's five, and that 's the lot."
" And quite enough too," I said.
" No," she said ; " we want one more. Let us at once
settle the question of your coming to London."
" There is no question about it," I said. " It has long
since been settled."
" Of course," she said, " I know how it would be. When-
ever I plan some simple little pleasure or arrange some
little amusement in which we can all take part, you imme-
diately decide to keep out of it. You leave us to ourselves.
You follow your own selfish enjoyments, your bench of
magistrates, your writing, your shooting, your hunting,
and you never seem to think that we shall enjoy ourselves
better if you sometimes join with us. No, you just go on in
your "
" But, my dear Francesca "
" Not a word," she continued rapidly. " You can't put
forward a valid excuse, for there isn't one."
" Let me explain," I said.
" No," she said.
" Yes," I said, " I will explain. I insist upon it. When
I said that the question of my coming to London had been
settled long since, I meant, of course, that I had determined
to come with you, that wild horses should not keep me
from you, that with you I intended to affront the motor-
'buses of London — Francesca, have you observed that there
are now no crossing-sweepers in London ? the motor-'buses
have driven them off the streets. The last one retired a
fortnight ago. Ho wore a red coat and had only one arm —
Where was I? Oh, yes — I mean to go to London with
you. But why do you not flush with joy ? Why do you
not fall round my neck, or rather fall down on your knees
and ask my pardon for having failed to appreciate me
properly? Francesca, you do not seem duly gratified by
my decision."
" Oh, yes," she said hesitatingly, " I am. I really am
delighted to know you 're coming. How could I be other-
wise ? "
" That 's better," I said. " I was beginning to be half
afraid that my desire to join your little party had — how
shall I put it ? — howled over your apple-cart and knocked
you off your perch."
" The confusion of your metaphors terrifies me," she
said. " But are you sure you know why we are going to
London ? "
"Sure?" I said. "Of course I am. You, Francesca,
are going to shop. The three girls will take lessons in
shopping from observing you. Frederick and I shall stay
outside. We shall endeavour to keep our tempers, but, of
course, you never can be sure. Men are so unreasonable."
" You are quite wrong," she said.
" No, no," I said, " they are unreasonable. I have often
heard you say so."
" I was not referring," she said, " to the unreason of men.
You have guessed wrong. We do not propose to shop.
We are going to be photographed."
" Impossible !" I shrieked. " Anything but that ! Buy
yourself a dozen new hats, a diamond necklace, ten ball-
dresses, a toilet-set in gold — hut don't, don't get photo-
graphed. Was that the simple little pleasure you had
planned ? "
" A family group," she said inexorably.
" What ! All my pretty chickens and their dam in one
fell group 1 Franccsca, did you know a hen could bo a dam ?
If you didn't you have read your SHAKSIT.ARE in vain."
" It is useless," she said, " to entangle ourselves in
SHAKSPKARE. The group 's the thing."
" But why ? " I said. " Who wants family groups ? "
" I am having it done," she said, " chiefly for Mamma.
It will give her great pleasure."
" That lets me out," I said. " Francesca, your mother
would resent my presence in a family group. She is an
admirable woman, but she has never realised my signifi-
cance. When she thinks of the family she thinks of you
and the children. She would hate to be reminded that the
children have a father or that you have a husband — no,
I do not mean that. You must forgive me, but your
announcement has thoroughly unmanned me."
" You haven't had one done for a long time."
" I cannot face the critical eye of the photographer. All
photographers have been scornful of my nose or my chin
or my hair. They have never said so, but I have felt it,
and I have shrivelled up in consequence. As you value
my self-respect, Francesca, do not take me to the photo-
grapher."
" I think," she said, " you had better make an- effort and
come."
" I shall spoil the group," I said. " I am the worst
group-spoiler in England."
" You needn't get photographed unless you like," she
said. " You can help in keeping the children cheerful."
E. C. L.
IN THE BEGINNING.
[" Salmon fishing has now commenced on many Northern rivers."
Daily Paper.]
ERE the season turns and the crocus burns
Her torch at the flame of Spring,
We dream of lines of muttering pines
On banks that roar and ring ;
And — wild and black — of a foam-flecked wrack
That the sea-run salmon knows,
Who has won his girth and his warrior worth
Where the humpback whale-school blows !
The stream runs deep and the hill-showers sweep,
And the tops in white are tricked ;
His scales they shine of the ice-cold brine
And his tail is tide-lice ticked ;
And I would wish for a big cock fish
And a combat fast and grim,
And for half-an-hour of his fighting power
And the rod that 's bent in him !
Now whether we reach his ringing beach
And look on his burnished mail,
When it 's give and take till the surface break
In the swirls of a huge spent tail,
Till he bulks and rolls where the shingle shoals,
The gods themselves may know,
But by every god of a reel or rod,
At least we have dreamt it so 1
At Last !
' DEPARTURE OF GENERAL JUSTOFP." — Westminster Gazette.
FEBRUARY 5, 1913.]
PUNCH, OR THE LONDON CIIAK1VARI.
113
OiKltcr of newly-purchased and somewhat worn Uuntcr (to chauffeur whom he finds inspecting him). " WELL, WHAT DO YOU THINK OP
HIM?"
Chauffeur (modestly). " WELL, SIR, I DOS'T KNOW MUCH ABOUT THEM THINGS, BUT IT APPEARS TO ME AS 'ow THAT 'a ITS DEBT
LEO."
OUR BOOKING-OFFICE.
(By Mr. Punch's Staff of Learned Clerks.)
XUUOOY admires the art or the sincerity of Mr. HENBY
ARTHUR JONES more than I do. I still remember with
gratitude the evening when a performance of The Masquer-
atlurs by a touring company made so strong an impression
upon a susceptible schoolboy that he left the theatre deter-
mined to live a nobler life, and one devoted to the com position
of plays as much like that masterpiece as possible. But in
spite of this I cannot but think that a shorter volume than
Tlie Foundations of a National Drama (CHAPMAN AND HALL)
•would have served its author's purpose better. Several of
the papers it contains, written at various dates from 1896
onwards, have now only an archaeological appeal. The
English Drama has done considerable hustling in the past
seventeen years, and meditations upon its progress are apt
quickly to become out of date. Clearly Mr. JONES antici-
pated that objection, from the not quite easy tone of bis
<\ To me the most interesting things in the book
are the review of " The Drama in the English Provinces "
(first published in 1901, and here contrasted witli a paper
on the same subject in 1912), and three papers on the
cen iv ship, in which the case for its abolition is put forward
vyiih a great deal of vigour. To those who cannot find
tune lor the whole of this massive volume I would oiler
Hie advice that they should conlino themselves to the
portions I have mentioned, and to the Preface, of which
the personal note promises to arouse attention and perhaps
controversy. I hope it will.
In his scholarly introduction to The Windliam Papers
(JENKINS) Lord KOSEBERY follows MACAULAY'S lead in
describing WINDHAM as the finest English gentleman of his
day and perhaps of all time. That, I think, is overdoing it.
For, to take one little test-case, surely the finest English
gentleman that ever was would have been able to appreciate
The Vicar of Wakejield, which WINDHAM did not. Then
again he looked upon WARREN HASTINGS, when lie was
assisting in his impeachment, as the vilest of criminals, and
in the House of Commons objected with some bitterness to
the proposed bestowal of funeral honours on PITT. In each
of these cases he sesms to me to have gone rather near hittirg
a man when be was down, which may be gentlemanly
but is not commonly supposed to be English. On the
other band, ho M'as swished, as an Eton boy, for going
out of bounds; he was a very bad man of business — I like
him for that ; and everybody loved him. And they loved
him for himself, and not only because he was a brilliant
writer and scholar, and the most fascinating talker cf bis
time. He was tlie friend, and in many respects the equal,
of nearly all the great men of the exciting days in which he
lived, and bis letters from and to PITT, Fox, BURKE,
CANNING, NELSON, COBBETT, Dr. JOHNSON and the rest,
certainly show him in a very agreeable light as a most
attractive personality. Altogether, for their personal as
li!
PUNCH, Oil THK LONDON CIIAKIVAIU. [FEBRUARY 5, 1913.
well as their historical inl-.-ivsl, we ougbl to he grateful to
the anonymous editor for having dug the;e papt-rs and
letters out of tlie British Mineum and els -where. .But he
nii^lit with advantage have left some of them out -for the
book is too long— and substituted something more solid in
the way of a connecting narrative,
history with remarkable ease.
our
For most of us forget
Did you know, for
'-'*•* i»»*^"-*-"-J ••"-• • "» if * * l C
instance, that WINDHAM was a member of (lie Ministry Of
All the Talents, or that lie was a supporter of boll-baiting ?
Jc in' en doitlf.
In The Terrors and Other Stories (
Mr. Ancm-
BALD MARSHALL has gathered the pick of the short stories
wiitten by him during the past sixteen years. I may say
at once that the collection is a most agreeable one. Those
renders who have enjoyed Exlon Manor, The Squire's,
Daughter and Tlic Eldest Son, and have liked their MAR-
SHALL on the broad ground of his novels, will like him no
less in the best (and they are many) of these stories. No
Marshallite— if I ma be forgiven the expression— who
expects the usual pleasant ingredients will be disappointed.
He will find the old and
stately country house,
the clipped yew hedges,
the rose - gardens, the
terraces, together with
the delightful girls (a
particular speciality of
Mr. MARSHALL'S), the
shrewd old lady and the
acid one, the precociously
clever and observant
child-woman, the spruce
but manly youth, and
the general atmosphere
of calm and immemorial
comfort. Here and there
an American girl crops
up, and it is plain that
this variety is a favourite
with Mr. MARSHALL, for
he takes care that she
shall do no discredit to
her patrician surroundings ;
she shall come out on top.
THK WORLD'S WORKERS.
AltTIST TO A JTRM OF COXFECTIOXEHS PAIXTIXO BULL'S - EYES FliOM THE
LIVING MODKL'. >• ••' • •
" a powerful streak of red" in his veins, came, it is true, from
a curious stock, but even when every allowance has been
made for him I find it impossible to understand how he
could attract a woman of such natural refinement as Lady
Carfax. Doubtless Miss DKLL has tried to give him some
magnetic quality in compensation for his "streak," but it is
astonishing that the author should so far tolerate or over-
look the impossibility of his manners as to suffer him to
bo adored by so gentle a heroine. The only character to
whom he showed a true deference was his invalid half-
brother Lucas, and in the scenes between these two we are
given some most admirable pieces of writing.
I AM never quite certain whether I best like " M. E.
FKANCIS" in her Dorset or in her Lancashire mood-
Hesitatingly I decide for the latter, perhaps from personal
reasons, perhaps only because I have just finished Our
Alii/ (Loxo), a tale of rural Lancashire, which strikes me
as exhibiting Mrs. BLUNDELL-'S art at its very good best.
The construction of it is simplicity itself, for its whole
matter is the wooing of a country heroine by two contrasted
suitors, a Territorial
officer-boy and a young
farmer. But the three
of them are so well and
delicately drawn, the
girl especially, that the
course of her love holds
you like a history of high
adventure and romance.
And in the middle — to
the astonishment per-
haps of readers who may
not remember that its
author has already proved
her power of drama
upon the actual stage
— it suddenly quickens
to a scene of breathless
give-and-take that would
make its fortune as a
play. Of the setting I
do not speak in detail,
already the charm of Mrs.
It may bo, however,
must know
indeed he see^ to it that ! because you
The whole dish is served ! BLUNDELI/S rustic pen-pictures.
up with a seasoning of acute observation and quiet humour j that you hardly supposed the country within a few miles of
Except ! Liverpool likely to yield any special beauties of description.
it very agreeable to
a very early one, Mr.
the palate.
MARSHALL dors
which makes
in one story,
set out to make
well contrived, are amiable rather than terrific, and he ' to have been brought up, like myself, by a nurse whose
knows exactly how to carry his reader along with him to native tongue it was, so that such phrases as "to be kept
the end of the tale. I select " A Son of Service" as proving, agate siding after him " have the charm of early association.
not I In that case all I say is, " Do but read." As for the speech
your flesh creep. His crises, though ! of the characters, to taste its full flavour you may require
if any proof were needed, that he lias a special gift for
writing a powerful story of striking human interest without
losing his amenity.
The Knave of Diamonds (FISHER UNWIN) may well
appeal to those who either shun or shudder over the
rampantly popular fiction of the day. If Miss EDITH DKLL
does not possess the higher literary graces, nobody can
read this book without recognizing that she has a very apt
turn for natural dialogue, that she knows how to create a
poignant situation, and that her sense of pathos never
descends into the glutinous depths of maudlin sentimentality.
Where she fails is in her tendency to exaggeration in the
drawing of character (her squire would have been more
convincing if he had been less wildly bestial), and in her
inability to recognise that her hero is, when all is said and
done, a very perfect bounder. Nfqi Krrol, an American with
But you need no special upbringing to find pleasure in a
story so engaging and so well told.
French Sayings of the Week.
" ' Dion ot mon Uroit ' — ' God and My Country ' — the royal motto
of England." — OriUia Weekly Times.
"When the British Bill o£ 1832 was passed, Washington— the
hero of Waterloo — exclaimed in the House of Lords, ' We mu-t
educate our Masters.' " — •Wtatmoimt News.
Waterloo was the only subject upon which WASHINGTON
and WILLIAM ADAMS were not quite truthful.
" Considering how rare the 'Tulsin' is, I thought I might shoot
one of these, and I fired, killing the largest. "—fSlaclncood'* Magazine.
He'll learn 'em to be rare!
FKBHUARY 12, 1913.] PUNCH, OR THE LONDON CHARIVARI.
115
CHARIVARIA.
IN connection with Scotland's refusal
1 to meet Franco at Rugby football, as
the result of the violence1 of the French
crowd, fair-minded people are pointing
out (hat it should ho remembered that
Scotland has for years made a practice
! of allowing the bag-pipes to ho played
.hiring international mafdies at Invi-r-
loith. * :;:
Tho young man who [is alleged to
have threatened to shoot a popular
-.s, unless he were paid £1,000, is
also stated to have demanded £400 on
similar conditions from the KING.
Nothing but genuine loyalty could have
ed this sensational reduction in
ti nns. ... ...
Speaking at Regent's Park Chapel on
Sunday, the Rev. F. 13. MEYER alluded
to the possibility of his being described
as a kill-joy. How he gets these bizarre
• ins we cannot understand.
A marked copy of the February
number of The Birmingham Diocesan
Mafja~inc, containing Dr. RUSSELL
WAKKFIELD'S strong remarks on Lenten
fasting, has been sent to the Crypto-
procta Ferox at the Zoo. This peckish
animal cats one hundred and ninety-
two pounds of food daily, in addition to
of the woodwork and all the
paint of his cage; and it is hoped that
during Lent he maybe induced at least
to swear off paint.
Three young gentlemen of the Bowery
have got themselves into trouble in New
York by shooting a man they were not
liiivd to shoot. This kind of gratuitous
outrage is always sternly repressed by
Xew York police.
According to a men's fashion paper,
Spring socks will bo black and Spring
ties a quiet blue. A strike of nuts is
expected at any moment.
Little Hints for Everyday Life : —
No. 1. Do not whistle "'Everybody 's
Doing It " as you pass the Reform
Club. The Committee dislike it.
Net content with their recent post-
ponements, the Government has de-
cided to shelve the Bee Disease Bill
until next session. The sticky sub-
stance recently found in a pillar-box
" not a hundred miles from " Downing
Street is said to have been honey.
* •':-
:':
The Mr. GEORGE 'to whom The Daily
Telegraph alludes as a " force to be
reckoned with in fiction " is not the
CHANCELLOR OF THE EXCHEQUER.
CONFIDENCES.
Site. "Winr, IIEB AND ME WEUE THE BEST OF FRIENDS BEFOHE HIM AND HEE MET. O?
COURSE, THIS IS BETWEEN YOU AND I."
Tracking him by his teeth-mai'ks in
the butter, which ho had apparently
eaten neat in large motithfuls, the
French police captured a burglar the
morning after he had broken into a
house. On being arrested, he denied
the charge and said : " I don't like
butter." At the moment we should
imagine this to be the troth.
The management of the Garrick
Theatre insist on money down from
those who wish to sea Trust the People.
•'.. -ii
It is not stated whether the thumb
which Mr. LLOYD GEORGE has injured
is the one under which he has been
keeping his colleagues of the Cabinet.
-.;: *
:|:
Mr. Fir-soN YOUNG'S remark that
" one is inclined to think of the Courts
of Justice as a species of gold mine for
those professionally engaged in their
precincts " seems curiously apposite.
Only last week a pickpocket relieved a
spectator at Bow Street of his watch
and purse. ... ...
Real rain is to be a feature of n
forthcoming play. Nervous playgoer
are hoping that the REINHARDT craze
will not cause it to enter from the
auditorium. ... .,.
One orange a week is to be given to
each child in the Lambeth Guardians'
schools at Norwood as a preventive
against influenza. All we can say is
that, if the influenza germ is to be
intimidated by one orange a week, it
has sadly lost its pluck since we lust
met it.
i : . CXI.IV.
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PUNCH, OR THE LONDON CHARIVARI. [FEBRUARY 12, 1913.
WINTER SPORT.
II. — THE OPENING RUN.
WITH a great effort Simpson strapped
his foot securely into a ski and turned
doubtfully to Thomas.
" Thomas," he said, " how do you
know which foot is which ? "
"It depends whose," said Thomas.
Ho was busy tying a largo rucksack
of lunch on to himself, and was in no
mood for Samuel's ball-room chatter.
" You 've got one ski on one foot," I
said. " Then the other ski goes on the
foot you've got over. I should have
thought you would have seen that."
" But I may have put the first one
on wrong."
" You ought to know, after all these
years, that you are certain to have
done so," I said severely. Having had
my own hired skis fixed on by the con-
cierge I felt rather superior. Simpson,
having bought his in London, was re-
garded darkly by that gentleman, and
left to his own devices.
" Are we all ready? " asked Myra,\vho
had kept us waiting for twenty minutes.
"Archie, what about Dahlia? "
" Dahlia will join us at lunch. She
is expecting a letter from Peter by the
twelve o'clock post and refuses to start
without it. Also she doesn't think she
is up to ski-ing just yet. Also she
•wants to have a heart-to-heart talk
with the girl in red, and break it to her
that Thomas is engaged to several
people in London already."
" Come on," growled Thomas, and
he led the way up the hill. We
followed him in single file.
It was a day of colour, straight from
Heaven. On either side the dazzling
whiteness of the snow ; above, the deep
blue of the sky; in front of me the
glorious apricot of Simpson's winter
suiting. London seemed a hundred
years away. It was impossible to
work up the least interest in the Home
Rule Bill, the Billiard Tournament or
the state of St. Paul's Cathedral.
" I feel extremely picturesque," said
Archie. "If only we had a wolf or
two after us, the illusion would be
complete. The Boy Trappers, or Half-
Hours among the Eocky Mountains."
" It is a pleasant thought, Archie,"
I said, " that in any wolf trouble the
bachelors of the party would have to
sacrifice themselves for us. Myra, dear,
the loss of Samuel in such circum-
stances would draw us very close
together. There might be a loss of
Thomas too, perhaps — for if there was
not enough of Simpson to go round, if
there was a hungry wolf left over,
would Thomas hesitate ? "
" No," said Thomas, " I should run
like a hare."
Simpson said nothing. His faco I
could not see; but his back looked
exactly like the back of a man who
was trying to look as if he had
been brought up on skis from a baby
and was now taking a small party of
enthusiastic novices out for their first
lesson.
" What an awful shock it would be,"
I said, "if we found that Samuel really
did know something about it after all ;
and, while we were tumbling about
anyhow, he sailed gracefully down the
steepest slopes. I should go straight
back to Cricklewood."
My dear chap, I 've read a lot
about it."
" Then we 're quite safe."
" With all his faults," said Archie,
and they are many— Samuel is a
gentleman. He would never take an
unfair advantage of us. Hallo, here
wo are."
We left the road and made our way
across the snow to a little wooden hut
which Archie had noticed the day before.
Here we were to meet Dahlia for lunch ;
and here, accordingly, we left the ruck-
sack and such garments as the heat of
the sun suggested. Then, at the top
of a long snow-slope, steep at first,
more gentle later, we stood and won-
dered.
' Who 's going first ? " said Archie.
' What do you do ? " asked Myra.
1 You don't. It does it for you."
' But how do you stop ? "
'Don't bother about that, dear," I
said. " That will be arranged for you all
right. Take two steps to the brink of
the hill and pick yourself up at the
bottom. Now then, Simpson ! Be a
man. The lady waits, Samuel. The
Hallo ! Hi ! Help 1 " I cried, as I began
to move off slowly. It was too late to
do anything about it. " Good-bye," I
called. And then things moved more
quickly . . .
Very quickly .
Suddenly there came a moment when
I realised that I wasn't keeping up with
my feet . . .
I shouted to my skis to stop. It
was no good. They went on ...
I decided to stop without them . . .
The ensuing second went by too
swiftly for me to understand rightly
what happened. I fancy that, rising
from my sitting position and travelling
easily on my head, I caught my skis
up again and passed them . . .
Then it was then: turn. They over-
took me . . .
But I was not to be beaten. Once
more I obtained the lead. This time I
took the inside berth, and kept it ...
There seemed to be a lot more snow
than I wanted ... I struggled bravely
with it .
And then the earthquake ceased, and
suddenly I was in the outer air. My
first ski-run, the most glorious run of
modern times, was over.
" Eipping ! " I shouted up the hill to
them. " But there 's rather a Tiasty
bump at the bottom," I added kindly,
as I set myself to the impossible busi-
ness of getting up ...
" Jove," said Archie, coming to rest a
few yards off, " that's splendid." He had
fallen in a less striking way than myself,
and he got to his feet without difficulty.
" Why do you pose like that ? " he
asked, as he picked up his stick.
"I'm a fixture," I announced.
" Myra," I said, as she turned a somer-
sault and arrived beaming at my side,
" I 'm here for some time ; you '11
have to come out every morning with
crumbs for me. In the afternoon you
can bring a cheering book and read
aloud to your husband. Sometimes I
shall dictate little things to you. They
will not be my best little things ; for
this position, with my feet so much
higher than my head, is not the one in
which inspiration comes to me most
readily. The flow of blood to the brain
impairs reflection. But no matter."
"Are you really stuck?" asked Myra
in some anxiety. " I should hate to
have a husband who lived by himself
in the snow," she said thoughtfully.
" Let us look on the bright side,"
said Archie. " The snow will have
melted by April, and he will then be
able to return to you. Hallo, here's
Thomas. Thomas will probably have
some clever idea for restoring the family
credit."
Thomas got up in a businesslike
manner and climbed slowly back to us.
"Thomas," I said, "you see the
position. Indeed," I added, " it is
obvious. None of the people round me
seems inclined — or, it may be, able — to
help. There is a feeling that if Myra
lives in the hotel alone while I remain
here — possibly till April— people will
talk. You know how ready they are.
There is also the fact that I have only
hired the skis for three weeks. Also— a
minor point, but one that touches me
rather — that I shall want my hair cut
long before March is out. Thomas,
imagine me to be a torpedo-destroyer
on the Maplin Sands, and tell mo what
on earth to do."
" Take your skis off."
"Oh, brilliant!" said Myra.
"Take my skis off?" I cried.
" Never ! Is it not my duty to be the
last to leave my skis ? Can I aban-
don Hallo, is that Dahlia on the
sky-line? Hooray, lunch! Archie,
take my skis off, there 's a good fellow.
We mustn't keep Dahlia waiting."
A. A. M.
PUNCH, OR THE LONDON CHARIVARI.— FEBRUARY 12, 1913.
THE FINISHING TOUCH.
LONDON (to County Councillor}. " WHAT AEE YOU UP TO, BLOCKING THE VIEW ? "
COUNTY COUNCILLOR. "OH, JUST IMPKOYING THINGS. ' AES EST CELAEE AETEM' YOU
KNOW."
M», [W° i^av° nto 'hai1^ tho "ImPr°™ments" Committee of the L.C.C. for threatening to spoil the scheme of tho OUEES VICTOEIA
onal by allowing the prospect of tho Admiralty Arch to be obstructed by a building at the Eastern end.]
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A VENDETTA? NOT AT ALL. GIUSEPPE AND LUIGI ABE ENGAGED IN THE MORNING CONFLICT WITH THEIR MASTER'S WINDOW.
REFLECTED GLORY.
[Among the newspaper illustrations of a recent sensational elopement was a photograph of the sleeping baby of the chicken-farmer with .
whom tho fugitives lodged, and also that of a fellow-pupil whose apparent share in the " romance" was that he identified a signature.]
THIS is the Shelter that Blank took.
This is the Farmer and also his Wife
Who unwittingly shielded the Double Life
That went on in the Shelter that Blank took.
This is the Innocent Infant Son
Who crowed like the Fowls in the Poultry Eun,
That belonged to the Farmer and, may be, his wife
Who guilelessly aided the Duplicate Life
That was lived in the Lodging that Blank took.
This is the Pupil who worked at the Place,
Where a sleuth of a Pressman snapped his Face
To balance the view of the Infant Son
Whose title to fame was the Poultry Run
That belonged to the Farmer and (doubtless) his Wife
Who blissfully sheltered the Double Life
Of the Pair in the Refuge that Blank took.
This is the Butcher who brought round the Meat
At irregular times to the Sussex Retreat
Of the blameless Pupil who toiled at the Place,
Where the Camera-fiend took a map of his Face,
To match the irrelevant Infant Son,
Too young to assist in the Poultry Run
That supported the Farmer and Farmer's Wife
Who never suspected the Double Life
That was led in the Shelter that Blank took.
This is the Pub where the Butcher would call — •
It has nothing to do with the Scandal at all,
Unless it delayed him in bringing the Meat
At any odd time to this rural Retreat,
To sustain the Pupil who lodged at the Place
Where the journalist's Kodak has captured his Face,
To fill up the page where the Infant Son
Lies asleep in his pram near the Chicken Run,
Where the Farmer and also his worthy Wife
Unconsciously beamed on the Twofold Life
That went on in the Refuge that Blank took.
This is the Public that eagerly gapes
At squalid " emotional " dramas and scrapes,
And must see the Pub where the Butcher would call
(Yes, I too confess that I 've read through it all !),
On his devious way to deliver the Meat
That the Lodgers devoured in this sylvan Retreat,
Including the Pupil who, right at the Place,
Is rendered immortal through lending his Face
As a foil to the slumbering Infant Son
Who 's the hero, it seems, of the Chicken Run
That is owned by the Farmer along with his
Wife-
See their portraits, a little fed up with the Life
That was spent in the Shelter that Blank took.
ZIQ-ZAG.
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PUNCH, OR THE LONDON CHARIVARI. [FEPMTABY 12, 1913.
AT THE PLAY.
"THE Sox AND Hiau."
'Miss GLADYS UNGKU'S play Ir.n the
misfortune to challenge comparisons
(rather odious for her) with Mr. G.-M..V
WORTHY'S recent production, The Eldest
Son, a work of so pure an excellence
that its failure WHS foredoomed. Mr.
(i UNWORTHY presented to us, in an
atmosphere of ama/ing reality, a very
delicate problem which might any day
he set for solution. I don't know what
experience Miss GLADYS lrNCiEu(U.S. A.)
may have had of English country houses,
but she starts out with a prejudice
against our system of primogeniture,
and goes on to manufacture a story
to suit her case — a story savouring
strongly of novels and the stage.
Happily for us (for things might
have been worse) the spoilt youth of
the title, an unmannerly boor, incredible
as a product of Oxford, disappeared
ourly from the scene, and we were left
to witness the brutality of his father
towards those other members of his
family who, through difference of sex or
age, did not happen to be his eldest son.
At 7 I'..M. he was in his study thrashing
his younger son for a slight ineptitude in
the hunting-field. At midnight he was
in his eldest daughter's room, trying his
best to throttle her because she differed
from him as to her duty towards the
boast of a husband whom ho had
forced her to marry. Meanwhile, in
the intervals snatched from devoted
attendance on an injured mare, ho had
arranged, as a matter of by-play, to
blast the hopes of his younger daughter
and her lover, thus achieving the first
stage of the treatment which had ruined
his other girl's life. Not a bad evening's
work for a typical English squire.
lie took it easily, however, as to the
manner born. The real brunt fell
upon his married daughter (Miss ETHEL
IRVING), who had to entertain no fewer
than four midnight visitors in her
bedroom : (1) her lover, who arranged
to fly with her immediately after break-
fast ; (2) her young sister, whoso tale
of woe she had to hear ; (3) her father,
who, as I said, tried to throttle her ;
(4) a French guest, who heard her
screams, and came from his neigh-
bouring room in a dressing-gown to
the rescue.
The last Act shows some ingenuity.
The Squire has thought things over in
the few remaining watches of the night,
and announces at the breakfast-table that
he consents to his younger daughter's
engagement. This disarms the other,
who cancels her arrangements to elope
and determines to "play the game," in
the hope that an appeased Providence
may intervene on her behalf later on.
It was all over and settled with the
greatest promptitude, and in face of
grave difficulties presented by the scene.
For the huge breakfast table took up
nearly all the stage, leaving hardly any
room' for the drama in which at least
four souls were intimately concerned.
And Miss ETHICL LIVING'S hat, built on
the lines of a hussar's head-gear, and
tilted rakishly over one eye, did not
lend itself to sacrificial tragedy.
Comparisons between The. Son and
Heir and The, Eldest Son were painfully
emphasised by the fact that Mr. EDMUND
MAI/IUCK played the Squire in both.
Pascoe Taiidridge (Mr. NORMAN TUKVOB)
to Felix Fount (Mr. RAYMOND LAUZERTE).
' ' Congratulate me, my dear fellow ; my elope-
ment is off. We are 'playing the game1 — a
habit peculiar to the race whose institutions
you are here to study."
After the fine justice which he did (and
no one else could have done it so well)
to the subtleties of Mr. GALSWORTHY'S
portrait, it was sad to see him called
upon to play the part of a mere brow-
beating family tyrant ; yet somehow he
contrived to make his distinction of
manner shine through it all. I badly
missed the exquisite grace of Miss
IUENE EOOKE as the chatelaine of the
earlier play. I don't know whether Miss
CYNTHIA BROOKE was following the
author's instructions when she bowed
to one of her guests at their first meet-
ing after his arrival. But I beg her
very earnestly, if she wants us to believe
that she is really the hostess (however
crushed) of an English country house,
to shake hands with him at once.
Miss ETHEL IRVING cannot, of course,
help being her charming self, and Mr.
' HAYMOND LAUZERTK, as Felix Foitric,
a French guest who had come to take
notes of British social manners, was a
I great success. In old days the stage
Frenchman was a butt ; hero he is
allowed to ridicule our national foibles.
I cannot say that all of his criticisms
were peculiarly illuminating, but they
were made with admirablogood-humour.
I hope I have not been unfair to Miss
UNGKU. But she can well afford me
my protests, for her play seems to have
had an enthusiastic reception 011 the
First Night. And the other day I saw
as many as two pictures of her on a
single page of a photographic weekly.
" TRUST THE PEOPLE."
Things had been going pretty well
so far with John Greemrood. Risen
from the People (Lancashire, of course,
for this is. Mr. STANLEY HOCGHTON'S
play), he had entered Parliament, be-
came engaged to the daughter of a Tory-
Marquis, and only a week ago been
appointed President of the Board of
Labour with a seat in the Cabinet
(Radical). It was at this point that
Nemesis of the halting foot came in.
To Captain Fclton, who had a soldierly
eye for tactics, it seemed as good a
moment as any for citing Greenwood
as a co-respondent. To offer marriage
to his late mistress (who declines it)
is the work of a moment ; to release
his betrothed is another simple matter.
But how will the scandal affect our hero's
Parliamentary career ? That is a larger
question. Rumour is already busy in the
Clubs (Reform and others) and, as usual
in these cases, the Prime Minister and
the Chief Whip pay a morning call
upon the delinquent. Guardian of the
Nonconformist conscience, the head of
the Cabinet is perfectly cynical about
the immorality of Greemrood' s conduct,
but has to consider the Party's welfare.
Was it not a caso for hush-money ?
What were the Party funds for except
to be used for the good of the Party V
But Greenwood will not hear of
blackmail. He will throw himself upon
the People. He will resign his seat,
make a clean breast of things, and stand
again for Blackshaw, his birthplace.
After all, what has a man's private life
got to do with his political position ?
The People might be depended upon
to understand all that. " Trust the
People ! " had always been his motto.
The close of the First Act, which ran
very smoothly in a pleasant vein of
humour, gave promise of interesting
developments along the lines of comedy
for those of us who had not detected
a sinister note of melodrama in the
attitude of Lord Chcadlc, ex-father-in-
law-elect of the President of the Board
of Labour. The stage must be all
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[" Most o£ the bottor-class doctors have accepted Mr. LLOYD GEOBGE'S proposals." — Radical Press.]
Butler. "LADY JULIA GODOLPHIN WISHES TO SEB YOU, Bra, VEBY URGENT." Doctor. "Pui HER IK THE QUEUE!"
things to all people, and as a set-off
to tho ridicule of a Radical Cabinet,
\ve wanted a wicked Marquis on the
othe»:side. And so tho first incredible
thing happens when Lord Cfieadle puts
up his younger son, Lord Richard
\iirtlicHdcn, to oppose his daughter's
lover at the by-election. After this
\vo might well be prepared for any
length of farce, even for the forged
telegram which the Marquis sends in
(Greenwood's name to the respondent,
urging her to come and stay at the
Candidate's hotel in Blatkshaw.
But the result of the election still
intrigued us.' On the one hand, the
title, in which no irony was suspected,
led us to suppose that Greenwood would
he justified of his Trust in the People.
On tho other hand tho Puritanical type
with which Mr. HOUOHTON had made
us familiar in Hindle Wakes discouraged
the idea that Lancashire would
overlook immorality in one of its Par-
liamentary representatives. In the
end Greenwood is beaten. Violently
disillusioned, he delivers an impossible
speech to the howling mob outside the
Town Hall. Instead of protesting his j
MORE LANCASHIRE "WAKES."
Trust -tlit -People Greenwood (Mr. Boin-
CHIKK) addresses the enlightened electorate of
Kliickshaw.
innocence of any wrong done to the
electors, ho taunts them with hypocrisy
in taking seriously an episode of the
kind which they had always been in
the habit of grinning at.
After all this the play was past
acceptance as a comedy of life, though
large amends were made with the
genre interior of the last Act, which
showed us Greenwood's devoted mother
waging victorious battle (in the vernac-
ular) for her broken prodigal against
the adamantine opposition of his father.
Here Mr. HOUQHTON was in his element.
Up to this point his task had lain a
little outside his experience.
Mr. BOUUCHIEB as Greenwood played
with a nice artistic restraint, and Mr.
HERBERT BUNSTON as the Prime
Minister ; Mr. THOMAS SIDNEY as
Chief Whip ; Mr. WEGUELIN as Lord
Eccles (Secretary for Wales, and so
loyal that he outraged Cabinet etiquette
by assisting at a by-election) ; and
finally Mr. McNALLY and Miss
BARBARA GOTT as Greenwood's parents,
were all very natural. The younger
women were little more than lay
figures of convention. O. S.
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PUNCH, OR THE LONDON CHARIVARI. [FEBBUABY 12. 1913.
ADVICE TO NATIVE COMPOSERS.
(Written after hearing
" Prometheus.")
IRREPRESSIBLE aspirant,
Who would batter down the doors
Which the concert-giving tyrant
Shuts against your deathless scores —
Lo ! I bring you counsel cheering
Of a plan for engineering
Paths to gain for you a hearing
And encores.
First, that you may better mimic
Those who fill the tramp of fame,
You must change your patronymic
And assume a Russian name.
Then, removed to far Mongolia
Or the purlieus of Podolia,
At a frenzied melancholia
You must aim.
Let your "programme" be exotic
With Theosophy imbued ;
Let the " cosmic " and " erotic "
Intermittently intrude ;
Mix the violets of Parma
With the cult of Krishnavarma ;
And repeatedly to Karma
You '11 allude.
Take a scale, say, mixo-Phrygian
With an oriental twang,
Let your atmosphere be Stygian
But inspired by Sturm und Drang :
Keep the soft celesta strumming,
And the kettledrums a-drumming,
And the cymbals always " coming "
With a clang.
STBAUSS is growing sadly trivial,
Condescending to the part
Diatonic and convivial
Of his namesake and MOZABT.
You must never stoop to rollick
In a mood of fun and frolic ;
No, you must be vitriolic
In your art.
By an ecstasy Islamic
Let your fervid Muse be fanned ;
Be sonorous and " dynamic " ;
Unintelligibly grand ;
Let the fans and the ori go
Be a mystical fuligo
Culminating in vertigo
On the band.
Thus equipped in art and argot—
If you follow my advice —
You will lift the long embargo
On the native in a trice ;
And your symphony of bogeys,
Cosmic blatherskite and Yogis
Will be played, in spite of fogeys,
One day twice.
"Tho Iccturo included quotations from
Addison's drama, ' Cats. ' "
Western Morning News.
The old, old triangle — two toms and a
tabby.
HIGH NOTES.
Miss Kestrel Mavis, the intrepid
lady aeronaut, has kindly favoured us
with a memorandum of her sensations
as a passenger during a marvellous
flight over the Himalayas, written m
that well-known breezy manner of hers
which gives the reader such a sense of
atmosphere.
12.15.— Shoot upwards, like sky-
rocket. Earth recedes. Natives scurry
below like mites in a ripe Stilton.
12.35. — Three miles up. Everything
blurrish. Pilot's back makes good desk.
He 's started sneezing I Blow 1
12.40. — Bit chillsome. Pins and
needles in right foot. Everything still
blurrish. Hipl hip I
12.50. — Aeroplane covered with ice.
Both eyes running. Eyelashes frozen
solid. Can't see note-book. Bother I
12.53. — Pilot passes cigarette over
shoulder. Thaw eyelashes with lighted
end. Singe them a bit, but can see to
write. Thank goodness !
1.0. — Bump a thunderstorm. Foun-
tain-pen nib struck. Eight hand use-
less. Must take notes. Try pencil in
left. Writing shaky but legible.
1.10. — Everything block of ice — pilot
and petrol included. Hullo! Engine
tops! Plunging down like a stone.
Eipping !
1.12. — Mountains leap up to meet us.
Get camera ready. Hope to snap
smash. Hungry but happy.
1.14 — Bother, engine working again.
Aeroplane turns six somersaults. Whoa
my beauty !
1.17. — Pilot gets whip hand again
Planing down to Thibet. Dull descent
inevitable. Nuisance !
1.20. — Propeller breaks off sixty fee
from ground. Skims pilot's head — just
misses my nose. Snap it as it bangs
ay. Lucky shot.
1.21. — Bit of a dust up to finish with
after all. What oh ! She
1.26. bumpeth ! Ice armour pro
tects pilot and self. Machine smashed
Vacuum flasks intact. Hooray !
1.30.— Curry for lunch. Hot stuff !
The Time for Abstinence.
"Having secured the outline on the glass
and being quite dry, we can now proceed t
the colouring." — Boy's Own Paper.
A wise precaution. The colouring i
sure to want a steady hand.
"Tho graceful ministers of Yorkshire wi
come under review to-morrow evening . .
when Mr. Charles B. Hpwdill delivers hi
lecture on ' Yorkshire Ministers." "
Aberdeen Evening Express.
We hope for a few pungent remarks o
the Amazing Minister of Leeds.
THE TEUTH OUT AT LAST.
IN the House of Commons last week
dr. MASTEEMAN said, " I cannot accept
ewspaper reports of these cases. The
acts are often opposite to the state-
ments made."
It is generally agreed that this must
e taken as an authoritative confirma-
^on of the ugly rumour which for some
ime has prevailed in sophisticated
ircles. To say that Meet Street is
tricken with consternation hardly
meets the case. Members of the jour-
alistic profession had hitherto felt able
o afford to laugh at the rumour, sinister
sough it undoubtedly was ; but this
efinite statement from a member of
be Government and an ex-journalist
s a different matter. By a colossal
ffort of self-restraint the gentlemen of
be Press go about their duties almost
s if nothing had happened ; close ob-
ervers notice, however, that now and
igain in Fleet Street one Pressman will
[lance suspiciously at another as if to
nquire: "Are you the one who has
irought this blot on our escutcheon '? "
Whether the pronouncement of the
iroprietor of a well-known specific for
he cure of croup, chilblains and cancer
will allay the anxiety in the provinces
emains to be seen. With a reassur-
ng vigour he has declared to an
anxious inquirer that anything in print
may be believed. And his view is
upheld by a resident in a Norfolk
village who still affirms that when a
ihing 's in black-and-white, there it is,
and you can't get over it. But there
.8 bitter disappointment among regular
readers of certain of the Sunday news-
papers. Our heart is much touched by
;he utterance of an old lady in Battersea :
"Why, Annie," she said gloomily to
tier daughter on having Mr. MASTER-
MAN'S pronouncement brought to hei
notice, " all this 'ere about the resur-
rection curit at Monte Carlo mayn't be
true, after all, then ! "
Up to the time of writing the expo-
sure has had no effect, we are informed
on the response to company prospec-
tuses or the popularity of the Secre;
Land Enquiry's reports.
" In the midst of the present confusion
when no one knows what a day may brinj
forth, when surprises are continually spruu:
upon us, when we ask, with baited breath
What next ? it may be as well to spend a few
moments in looking back and looking for
ward."— The Vote.
The new Winter game : Breath-baiting
or How to Catch Votes.
• THEATRE.
Tho House of Exclusives. Where everybod
goes." — Advt. in " Sydney Sun."
This makes a fairly wide appeal.
FEBRUARY 12, 1913.]
PUNCH, OR THE LONDON CHARIVARI.
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I
MORE CONCESSIONS.
[' ' Dogs arc to bo allowed on the upper decks
of the Middlesex County Council tramcars on
payment of ordinary passenger fares. Tho
conductors are to havo tho right of veto in
the case of animals whoso appearance or be-
haviour is such as to render them undesirable
passengers." — Evening Standard.]
RETUUN tickets at single fares, avail-
able by ordinary trains, are about to be
issued on the Midland Railway to foxes
desirous of attending local meets on
their system during the season.
Monkeys will in future be admitted
to tho Zoo as ordinary visitors at half-
price on condition that they make no
demonstrations or remarks calculated
to give offence or cause annoyance to
their comrades in captivity.
Cats are requested to note that ad-
mission to the Frank Buckland Col-
lection of Fish at the Science Museum,
South Kensington, is free on Mondays,
Wednesdays and Fridays. Visitors are
particularly requested not to touch the
exhibits.
Through the courtesy of H.M. Office
of Works, sea-gulls have been granted
permission to indulge in mixed bathing
in the ornamental waters of St. James's
Park between the hours of 7 and
9 A.M. University costume is not in-
sisted on.
Tho London General Omnibus Com-
pany are making arrangements whereby
old 'bus-horses formerly in their service
may travel by any of the Company's
motor omnibuses at greatly reduced
fares. The conductors have, however,
received instructions to eject any horse
found making derogatory allusions to
the new motive power.
0. U. D. S.
ONE of Mr. Punch's learned clerks
.wishes to state that he derived con-
siderable entertainment from TJie Shoe-
maker's Holiday, as represented by
!the 0. U. D. S. "If here and there in
the earlier scenes," he writes, "there
was some obscurity, which (helped by
,the effect of the curtains, through which
the. performers came and went) produced
an atmosphere curiously like that of a
charade, with the audience hopelessly
groping for the word, the later acts of
roystering made ample amends. Here
and there the old comedy sounded
strangely modem, especially in the
portrayal of the two chief apprentices
as arranging a sympathetic strike
whenever anything went untowardly.
A line in which Frisk (that merry rogue,
excellently played) speaks of ' chopping
up the matter of the Savoy' had an
almost wistful appeal for certain critics
from town who had scamped their lunch
in order to attend the matinee. But
they were well repaid for their fasting.
Ml.'.tress (to maid who is emigrating to Canada). "WELL, GOOD LUCK TO YOU, MABT;
THE VOYAGE 'LIi SOON BE OVEB."
Mary. "Bur I'M LOOKEJO POBWABD TO THE VOYAGE, MUM."
Mistress. "THAT'S EIGHT; AND I HOPE YOU WON'T BE SEA-SICK."
Mary. " OH, BUT I — I— DOM'T WANT TO MISS ANYTHING."
Altogether a deserved success seems to
have rewarded the Oxford Society in
breaking away from its traditional policy
of SHAKSPEABE or Greek. Prosit."
The Rugby Advertiser, honourably
anxious to locate in the right quarter
a piece of intelligence which ought, it
appears, to have been associated with
" the wives of the Rector's Warden and
the Parish Warden" (not of Rugby),
makes the following statement : " By
an inadvertent omission the paragraph
read, 'wives of the Rector and the
Parish Warden.' The Rector has never
been married and has, therefore, no
wife." There is still the question of
the " wives of the Rector's Warden
and the Parish Warden " to be cleared
up ; but we are glad that all suspicion
of polygamy on the part of the Rector
has been removed. It is now admitted
that the reverend gentleman, as is the
way with people who have never mar-
ried, has no wife at all.
" It is announced that the Porto has sent
instructions to tho Turkish Commander at
Adrianople, requesting him to set apart, in
accordance with the requests of the Consuls,
a neutral zone two square millimetres in ex-
tent, within which foreigners may take up
their quarters." — Birmingham Daily Post.
This should provide ample quarters for
the neutral bacilli of the place.
PUNCH, OK THE LONDOgj CHAEIVARL &*»«"*< «. *
THE SUSPECT.
THE MERRY HIND.
(A Topical Eclogue, with sincere apologies to Mr. JOSN
MASEFIELD for borrowing the metro of "The Daffodil
Fields" in the current number of "TJte English
Ecviciv," and for attempting to imitate his use of the
" patJictic fallacy.")
I WANDEBED on a morning, ere the Spring
Had set a-dance the dancing daffodils,
And heard a Shropshire lad shout loud and sing
Like one whpso soul is cheered by patent pills.
I will accost, I thought, this boor that tills
And ask him why his pulses pound and gallop.
A rook cawed, and a milestone said, " Eight milea to
Salop."
I found him on a gate. " Come hither, yokel,"
Quoth I, " and toll me why thou art not swinkod ;
Eow of the agricultural distress, the local
Famine and misery ? " The young man winked ;
A florin passed between us, and ho chinked
The coin within his pouch, then grew oracular.
1 wish I could do justice to his quaint vernacular.
" Misery ? " he began ; " well, times was bad ;
J t 's gentlemen like you that makes them better ;
Erstwhile we groaned, rebellious and sad,
Under the squire's and parson's baleful fetter ;
To-day there is no drouth but finds a wetter ;
You'll be the fourth this week." " Explain, good fellow,
Said I. A bull in the near field began to bellow.
The
" Last Monday," he resumed, " there come a chap
Collecting folk-songs and old morris dances ;
Asked if I 'd heard on some of them, mayhap ;
I hadn't, but a bloke must take his chances.
I tolled a mort of lies, and off he prances,
Leaving me half-a-crown." He paused. A fat
Thrush in a; hedgerow trilled. Leaves stirred,
rustic spat.
" Wednesday," he then went on, " a sad-eyed cova
Wanted to hear old tales of far-off sorrows
(That's what he called them), bade me as I drove
My blinking- team afield on cloud-hung morrows
Tell him of murders done and loam that borrows
Its richness from red gore. I stuffed him proper.
Easy as cutting chaff, it was, with Farmer's chopper.
" Three bob he gave me. And last night there come,
Whiles I was looking on at blacksmith's forge,
A gent with ferret's eyes as whispered, ' Mum I
I am a secret agent of LLOYD GEORGE ;
I hunts for evidence of squires that gorge
On ill-got gains while you poor hinds have nix.' ^
A pleasant-spoken party ; he gave three-and-sk."
lie ended, and began to hum a stavo
Of how all men were doing it. Demure
His glance, as at the first, and so I gave
Two further bobs and said, " You are a cure."
Uprose a distant scent of bone manure.
A skylark soared from grasses soft as flannel,
And the great Severn rolled towards the Bristol
Channel. EVOE.
PUNCH. OB THE LONDON CHABIVABI — FEBRUABY 12, 1913.
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FEBRUABY 12, 1913.] PUNCH, OR THE LONDON CHARIVARI.
127
ESSENCE OF PARLIAMENT.
(EXTRACTED men THE DIARY OP TOBY, M.P.)
House of Commons, Monday, Feb-
ruary 3. — Seemed reasonable to sup-
pose that, Insurance Act being now in
full working order, MASTERMAN might
look for relief from incessant shower
of questions that through preceding
months, with singularly refreshing in-
fluence, fell upon bis head. On the con-
trary to-day no fewer than forty-nine
separate Questions were addressed to
him upon the paper. Taking the unit
as minimum of Supplementary Ques-
tions we have one hundred less two.
Ordeal might be expected to sour the
temper of an ordinary Financial Secre-
tary to the Treasury, the more so since
not one in a score is designed to elicit
useful information. The rest are pin-
pricks more or less skilfully fashioned
with object of embarrassing operation
of the Act.
MASTEBMAN a tough customer to
approach with such intent. Whether
he reads from manuscript answer pre-
pared in office or whether he makes
quick reply to supplementary enquiry
he is invariably top dog in the tussle.
What he doesn't know about the in-
tricacies of this elaborate Act isn't
worth LLOYD GEORGE'S picking up.
THE VEBY LATEST IN PANEL DOCTOBS.
(TCLLIBABDINE, M.D.)
Imperturbable, impregnable, master of
every turn in the tortuous ways, brief
but sufficient in reply, he is not one
out of whom much change is to be got.
This normal state of things makes
more striking TULLIBARDINE'S success.
Eagle eye of noble Marquis ranging over
Hebridean seas has discovered a lone
island whose inhabitants are bravely
wrestling with mysteries of Insurance
Act. Something charming in simplicity
of question which brought the matter to
light of Southron day. " To ask the
SECRETARY OF THE TREASURY if he could
state the total population of the island
of Canna, and who is the panel doctor."
MASTERMAN Beady as usual with
information on matter of fact. Popu-
lation of Canna all told is twenty-nine.
As for arrangements for panel doctor
case obviously difficult. Even upon more
liberal terms of remuneration wrung
by doctors out of reluctant CHANCELLOR
OP EXCHEQUER an able-bodied practi-
tioner could hardly be expected to live
on the aggregated fees of a population
of twenty-nine.
True. But there remains fact of this
appalling shortcoming of a statute
framed for application to the odd mil-
lions on the adjacent islands of Great
Britain and Ireland.
TULLIBARDINE not the man to rest
content with barren victory albeit
achieved over redoubtable adversary.
"If the Treasury Canna do it," he
whispered in the sympathetic ear of
WlNTERTON, " I will."
Obvious joke ; its poverty more than
redeemed by generous purpose it covers.
SARK tells me TULLIBABDJNE has re-
solved to take upon himself duty evaded
by callous Minister. A small thing for
him to qualify as doctor authorised to
charge 8s. Qd. a case, including medicine.
Regardless of the weather he is already
off to Canna, carrying with him stock
of medicines and surgical instruments,
together with a red lamp to hang over
the front door of his bothie.
Interesting case ; will be closely
watched by old associates on both sides
of Tweed who would never think of
personally volunteering for such a duty.
Business done. — Report stage of
Welsh Church Disestablishment Bill
entered upon.
Tuesday. — House, worn out with work
of a Session already twelve months
long, is steeped in lees of apathetic
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[FEBRUARY 12, 1913.
indifference. To-day reached what in i scanty gathering of Ministerialists
ordinary circumstances would be climax rising to continue debate, SPEAKER put
of tempestuous controversy. Before: the Question.- When in response to
Sitting closes Keport stage of Welsh ' clangour of Division hell the opposing
Church Bill will be submitted for de- hosts flocked in, it was discerned how
If carried on a division there | dangerous for Government was sud-
Tliere seemed
of the Oppo-
cision.
will remain only Third Eeading and denly created situation.
such limited delay as the Lords can to. be no end to trail
provide.
Nevertheless, attendance scanty, de- ' anxiety on Treasury Bench. When
: sition. Result awaited with growing
bate desultory, yawning general. Only j paper was handed to Government Whip
gleam of light on dreary atmosphere j in token that majority was on his
shines from prize carnation in MARK side sigh of relief went up. Drowned
LOCKWOOD'S buttonhole. As the gallant
Colonel, strolling in from the kitchen
over whose important business he suc-
culently presides, walked up floor of
House, -seated himself on Treasury
Bench, hitched his hat back at perilous
angle and settled himself for little
snooze, Members on either side
were stirred by sudden move-
ment towards briskness. Effect
temporary. As PREMIER re-
marked to his constituents the
other day, a political party
cannot live by hysterics alone.
Similarly, a sap-dried House of
Commons cannot buck . up at
sight (in another man's coat) of
a single carnation however large
and fine.
Condition of things templing
to alert Opposition Whip ever
on the look out for opportunity
of arranging pleasant surprises.
First point in debate on Keport
stage raised important question
of ultimate possession of glebe
lands. According to the Bill
these are to go for secular pur-
poses with, the rest of what
Captain TBYON calls " the plun-
der." Amendment moved re-
taining them for the Church.
A big question stirring the depths
on either side of controversy. Good for
at least a couple of hours' debate. In
view of that alluring prospect House
further emptied. Doleful doings under
eye of SPEAKER. Outside, more par-
ticularly in little room in corner of
Lobby conveniently adjoining the bar
where Opposition Whips foregather,
excitement suddenly burst forth.
Heads carefully counted. Good
Ministerialists, reckoning on prolonga-
tion of debate, tamed on the way to
Westminster. By one of those chances
that occasionally cheer the chronically
disappointed, there was marked excep-
tion as regards muster of Opposition
within call. Better remain out of sight
I the well-calculated moment
reached.
It came at ten minutes to five, just
half-an-hour later than BANBURY'S
in burst of cheering from Opposition,
renewed again and again when, the
figures read out, it was made known
that Ministry were saved by narrow
majority of 28.
Opposition mustered 220 against 248
voting with the Government, and of
was
famous snap division,
orators suddenly dried up.
Opposition
No one in
The " only gleam of light."
(Col. MAUK LOCKWOOD.)
these three-score were Irish National-
ists.
Two hours later, when guillotine set
to work on'-' mass of amendments,
Government majority ran up to 116.
Opposition roll had dwindled to 181.
Later it ran down to 164. They had
skilfully played their game, nearly won
it, and deserved some relaxation.
Business done. — Eeport stage of
Bill carried.
Wednesday. — Amid renewed protest
from Opposition Third Reading of
Welsh Church Disestablishment Bill
passed without a division. Strength
of parties tested on ALFRED LYTTEL-
TON'S motion for rejection of Bill-
negatived by 347 against 240. Whereat
Welsh Members leapt to their feet,
waving pocket-handkerchiefs and copies
of Orders of the Day.
"Not out of the wood yet," mur-
mured COUSIN HUGH, regarding specta-
cle opposite with acrid smile. " Thank
Heaven for the House of Lords, which
will guard the Church for at least two
years. No one knows what may not
happen in the interval."
Peculiarity of last stage that assist-
ance of guillotine, familiar through
Committee as presence of the Mace,
was not invoked. Nevertheless, suc-
cessive speakers from Opposition
Benches denounced and deplored its
domination. JOHN DILLON, in most
effective speech delivered by him
recent times, comforted them by re-
flection that their sad case was
curiously similar to that of the in-
ventor of the Parisian model. Dr.
GUILLOTINE had his head lopped otf into
one of the baskets of his own devising.
It was OLD MORTALITY who, Loader
of overwhelming Unionist majority in
1887, adapted the guillotine for use
in Parliamentary affairs. Now
it has been instrumental in
carrying two measures extreme-
ly distasteful to good Unionists.
" Vou's I'avez voulu, vous I'avez
voulu, George Dandin."
Business done. — Welsh
Church Bill passed final stage
and sent on to Lords.
6s. 6d.
WE were talking about the
really difficult things of life.
" The most "difficult" thing I
know," said the plaintive man,
" is to pay a bill for 6s. 6d.," and
at once was started a discussion
on money which revealed a num-
ber of curious peculiarities and
unexpected grudgings.
"For 6s. 6d.," the plaintive
man continued, " is too small a
sum for a cheque and that means
facing all the appalling difficulties of
the post-office. You know, I suppose,
what post-offices are? The assistants
on whose faces is written the know-
ledge that no amount of zeal over their
sales can ever make any difference to
them, as it no doubt does in such firms as
thlit which writes all the best articles in
the evening papers ; the unreadiness of
any one to serve you ; your own inde-
cision as to where you ought to stand
to be served ; your reluctance to in-
terrupt the assistant's mathematical
studies ; the over-crowding ; the under
ventilation; and more than all this,"
he went on, "the horrid fact that a
postal order has to be paid for — no
one can yet open an account at a post-
office — and 6s. Gd., while too small a
sum for a cheque, is too large to be paid
in cash ; or rather it belongs to one of
the groups of coins which I cannot
bring myself to part with under a stiff
wrench. No doubt every one has such
;roups. I know only too well what
FEBRUARY 12, 1913.]
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129
mine are. I am not generous or a
spendthrift, but sums up to 3s. Gd. 1
can dispense without any noticeable
twinges. Sums between a penny and
3s. Gd. are, when I have them, at the
disposal of my friends, and I can even
produce 3s. Gd. twice within a short
period and not blench. Any of you
men heio who came to me at any time
and said, ' Lend me 3s. Gd.,' would at
once get it, although I hope you won't.
But 1 look very long at 5s. or 7s. They
are sums I liko to retain. I feol that
I am the host caretaker for them. The
odd thing is that my pocket can be
depleted of small sums making up 7s.
two or three times over; but I can't
pay out 7s. in tho lump. Yet half-
sovereigns, although I am never reckless
with them, I can transfer from my own
hand to another's without grief. Imme-
diately after the half-sovereign, how-
ever, I stop again. The idea of paying
out lls. Gd., say, or 12s. or 13s. Gd. or
14s. Gd. is intensely repugnant to me.
I mean all at once ; I can do it piece-
meal only too easily; but not at a
blow. The thought of lls. Gd. going
bang is unendurable. But after 15s. 1
weaken again, but only if I pay in gold.
For by that time one realises that the
game is up ; the sovereign is smashed
and any change you get from it is all
sheer profit. Hence I can pay 17s. Gd.
for a thing with composure, because I
am making half-a-crown out of the
deal. But ask mo to add together
small coins to the amount of 17s. Gd.
and see mo refuse ! Not to be done.
"But the sovereign is the limit. After
that I am incapable of paying in specie.
It is then that the cheque-book begins
its useful life. I can write a cheque
without turning a hair for any amount
between one pound and five ; but after
that my paying capacity ceases. All
else is drawn from me only by torture,
with blood and tears in its wake."
The plaintive man paused. " Such,"
ho said, " is my currency creed."
" I am not conscious," said the thin
man, " of any of those distinctions and
shades. To me money is a hardly-won
commodity which I consistently hate
to transfer to others. Yet I have so
far got over this objection that I do
all day long pay it out in the ordinary
course of life. One thing, however, I
cannot do : I cannot buy railway-tickets
of over a pound. Hence I never leave
the country. I simply cannot bring
myself to do it. The Continent is
closed to me ; and a glance at the fares
in the A.B.G. will show you in a
moment what towns and villages I
shall never see in my own land."
" Well," said tho short man, " I can
pay for tickets all right; but what I
hate most is paying for food. Because,
First Batter. "Dm TOU TAKE rocs DOCTOB'S OPINIOS BEFOBB HAVEIO A TUBKISH
BATH?"
Second Batlter. "Mr DEAB FELLOW! TAKE THE OPINION o» A JIAH WHO TOLD SIB TO
ire FACE THAI TOBACCO WAS ISJUKIOUS?"
of course, that 's wrong. Our food ought
to be given to us. But of all food I
most resent the price of apples. Apples,
above all things, should be free. The
idea of having to pay for an apple in-
furiates me, particularly in restaurants,
where they are often sixpence each."
" The measure of all men's gener-
osity," said the quiet man, who had
not yet spoken, "is their capacity to
pay for fruit."
"Well, personally," said the stout
man, " I always think the height of
illicit payment is reached in the charge
made to enter TATTERSALL'S ring. For
obviously one should be paid to go
there, since it exists only that one
may be induced to part. I would go
to any extreme to avoid paying that
iniquitous sovereign."
" None of you," said I, " has really
hit on the maddest of all financial ad-
ventures for an Englishman."
" What is that ? " they asked.
" Changing a sovereign in Holland,"
I said.
" This sauce is an excellent relish with beer,
hot or cold, as may be : — Mis a wineglassful
of good vinegar with equal quantities of
pounded sugar and mustard, a teaspoonful
of each, and about a tablespponful of grated
horseradish." — Newcastle Daily Chronicle.
Thank you very much, but \va prefer
our beer neat.
130
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A QUESTION OF PRONUNCIATION.
IT was the girl who sometimes helped in the neighbour-
ing Hat and she was addressing the porter on the landing :—
" Wo 'ad a real olo go at "omo last night. It makes me
all of a trimblo to think of it. But there, you never know
what 's a-goin' to 'appen when Uncle Bill gits along o' father.
Fust they starts talkiu' and jorin' about their politics, and
then they gits argifyin" and naggin" at one another,
and then they gits to throwin' things about and pastin' one
another, and then the fat's in the food, as the sayin' is.
Mind you, they don't go for to mean it like that. They
both thinks they 're the kind o' men that 's got a very good
temper and can make allowances, hut as far as I've seen
'eni when they begins soft and kind they ends cruel
hard; and it isn't so much what they say, it 's the good food
they chuck abaht and the plates and dishes they break.
Uncle Bill 's got one o' the 'andsomest marks you ever see
on a man's forrid all along of a cabbige-dish. Father
ketched 'im a crack with it a year ago come last November,
when they was explainin' the Insurance Act to mother.
The doctor put the stitches in and advised 'em to quit
talkin' about setch big things after supper. It vexed
Uncle Bill and 'e didn't come visitin' us for a matter o' six
weeks.
" Well, last night Uncle Bill comes in sudden like, and
mother says to 'im, 'Lor, Bill,' she says, 'you give me quite
a turn,' and 'e says, ' That 'a a nice thing to say to yer only
brother,' 'e says ; ' but, bless you, I 'm not one to keep my
grudge a-boilin',' 'e says, ' and anyhow it was all in the
family, wasn't it, Jim ? ' 'e says, with a look at father ; and
father says, ' Things do git 'ealed over, don't they, Bill ? '
and then they both started larfin', and mother said there was
sossidges and mash for supper and I was to run round
quick and fetch another quart o' beer.
" When I got back with the beer I found "em setting to
work on the sossidges and all three as friendly as you like.
Uncle Bill 's a very proud man and 'e 's got a nice little bit
o' property — 'ouses, you know, and that kind o' thing, and
'im bein' a batcheldore, mother's always tellin' father to
burner 'im more and let 'im talk, becoz she says 'is 'eart 's
in the right place and if 'e was to be took fust it might
make a big difference to us. Uncle Bill was sayin' 'e 'd seen
a tidy little bit o' land for buildin' a shop or two, and father
says, ' Why don't you nip in and buy it ? ' 'e says. ' It '11
always be there," 'e says. ' Land and shops can't run away."
Uncle Bill looks at 'im and says very quiet as 'e 'd buy it in
a minute if it wasn't for LLOYD GEOKGE. ' What 's LLOYD
GEORGE done to you now ? ' says father. Uncle Bill says
LLOYD GEORGE 'aa got "is knife into the land and all men
o' landed property 'ave got to combine agin this 'ere new
land kimpane or else LLOYD GEOKGE '11 git 'em in the cart
and tax 'em to rags : ' 'E 's a reggler pest,' says Uncle Bill,
• that 's what 'e is.' Father says, ' 'E 's a better man any
day o' the week than this 'ere BONAR LAW that you 're all
so pleased with. 'Ow about food taxes ? ' 'e says. ' What
are you to think of a man like that, blowin' 'ot and strong
all in one go ? ' Uncle Bill swallers the sossidge and potato
'e 'd got in 'is mouth and then lets LLOYD GEOKGE have it
to rights. ' 'E 's underminin' confidence,' 'e says, ' and arter
all 'e 's no more than a little Welsh attorney.' That 's 'ow
'e pernounced it, same as you'd say horny or thorny.
Father laughs a sort of cold laugh and then 'e says very
scornful, 'Attorney, attorney! Where did you git your
eddication, Bill Sampson ? ' 'e says. ' When I was in the
Board School they taught us better nor that. Attorney 's
the word you 're lookin' for, Bill. But o' course I 'm always
glad to 'elp them as ain't so well eddicated as others." Uncle
Bill got redder 'n a turkey, and 'e says, ' You can say what
you like, but that 's what 'o is, a little Welsh attorney." O'
course father couldn't stand that, so 'e takes the last sossidge
and chucks it in Uncle Bill's face, and then they 'ad a bit of
a set-to, and Uncle Bill said 'e 'd shake our nawsty dust orf
of 'is feet. Talk o' strained relations o' Turkey, it ain't a
patch on what 's 'appeued in our family."
AFTER LONG YEARS.
I PUT aside my knife and fork and ponder —
Ponder some memories of bygone days,
When I, a careless lad, was wont to wander
About a Cornish undercliff and blaze
At bunnies blinking by the summer sea :
I blazed at them who couldn't blaze at me.
And though I called it sport, this wanton slaughter
(For take my word, I potted more than one),
My mother said, since home they never brought her
Warrior dead of shots from his own gun,
" It isn't sport, I take it, to attack
A harmless thing that cannot hit you back."
I never knew what happened to those rabbits ;
I never ate 'em — oh, I wish I had!
Myself, acquiring sedentary habits
And cancelling the licence of a lad,
Became a journalist, and now abide
In modest chambers on the Surrey side.
I never knew what happened to those bunnies,
But, sitting vanquished here before my plate,
I know — I say I know 1 — at last where one is ;
I slew this fellow on a far-off date.
Sport ? 0 my victim of the limp lop-ears,
You 've got your own back after all these years !
Valentines.
The PRIME MINISTER to a Disappointed Contributor to tlie
Party Funds : —
" Kind hearts are more than coronets."
Mrs. PANEHUKST to The PRIME MINISTER : —
" La Belle Dame sans merci
Hath thee in thrall."
A Conservative Working-Nan to Mr. J. K. HARDIE : —
" I could not love thee, KEIR, so much,
Loved I not BONAB more."
Mr. BIRRELL to Mr. GINNELL : —
" Ask me no more."
Great Newspaper Duel.
Says the Shrewsbury Commercial and Literary Circular in
a paragraph headed " The Devil reproving Sin " : —
" This week's ' Punch ' has reproduced a printer's error which crept
into our paper a fortnight ago, by which an advertisement was made
to road ' ALE cordially invited.' As showing how easily such errors
are niado ' Punch ' itself, the great and only, makes a blunder in
stating that the error occurcd in the ' Shrewsbury Commercial and
Literary Chronicle.' "
" The Devil " is tempted to have another go ; he therefore
points out that "occured" is better spelt with two "r's."
Now it is TheShrewsbury Commercial and Literary Circular's
turn again.
"WASTED. Second-hand Cottage Piano, cheap, for learner ; out of
repair no objection." — Advt. in " Bristol Times."
A cowardly habit, hitting a piano when it 's down.
FEBTOAI.I 12, 1913.] PUNCH, OR THE LONDON CHARIVARI. 131
Sportsman (from tmcn). "WHAT SILLS BEGGABS FABMEKS ABE! ALWAYS SEEM TO PUT GATES is THK VEBT MUDDIEST PABT ov
A FIELD."
OUR BOOKING-OFFICE.
(By Mr. Punch's Staff of Learned Clerks.)
MY only complaint about " FRANK DANBY'S " latest story,
Concert Pitch (HUTCHINSON), is that she takes rather too
long over keying it up. This done, however, the tone and
the tune are alike excellent. All the part about Mafitielld 's
early engagements, first to the depraved Duke and then to
the eligible Earl, I found unconvincing to the point of
boredom. It was not till Marvuella herself grew so bored
with it that in a fit of pique she eloped with Migotti, the
musician, and went to live with him and his queer friend
Gerald in their ramshackle house in Bedford Square, that
the tale began to show signs of life. Thence onwards it
was vivacious enough. " FRANK DANDY " has certainly the
art of making you know the persons she knows herself ; in
this book she seems to have caught to perfection the
Musical Set, half Bohemian, half society hangers-on, with
their jealousies and triumphs and intrigues. Also the
emotions of a delicately nurtured girl suddenly plunged
into a world where she is considered as nothing but
the highly privileged servant of a husband for whom she
has never really cared (compelled even to do her own
cooking and to subordinate herself to his every mood), seem
very subtly and successfully conveyed. I am somewhat
less certain about the villain, Peter Graham (fancy a villain
called Peter t 0 tempora I 0 mores I), chiefly because I am
always incredulous about these professional breakers-of-
hearts, with their "once on the Eiviera and the girl is
ours 1 " It is perhaps my loss never to have encountered a
specimen in actual life. But in a story they are well
enough, especially since (as here) they are invariably foiled
before the last chapter.
Miss " MABJOEIE BOWEN " is doing much to remove the
prejudice which has grown in my mind against the modern
crop of historical fiction. She is never boring, and it was
with cheery confidence that I opened A Knight of Spain
(METHUEN). Exactly how many bocks Miss " BOWEN " has
published in the last twelve months I dare not say. Yet
her work is as fresh and vigorous as ever, and I am inclined
to think A Knight of Spain her best performance. (This
is written without prejudice to the volume or volumes from
her pen which may be published while this review is going
to press.) A Knight of Spain is the completed picture for
which " The Camp outside Namur," in her God's Playthings,
was the rough sketch. That story dealt only with the
death of the ill-fated Don Juan of Austria. This novel
takes the reader through each detail of his extraordinary
career. We see him as the student of Alcala, the victor of
Lepanto, the Governor of the Netherlands, and, finally, the
broken victim of KING PHILIP'S hatred, dying at the age of
twenty-eight in the pigeon-house among the corn-fields on
the hill of Bouges. My principal emotion on finishing the
book, apart from a feeling of gratitude to Miss " BOWEN " for
an excellent story, was a horror, which the history-books of
my youth had never conveyed to me, of that sinister man,
KINO PHILIP of Spain. Not oven Mr. Louis N. PAKKEE
could feel a greater esteem for DRAKE than I did on closing
A Knight of Spain.
Everyone knows by this time that Mr. BERNARD CAPES,
whose last book is a collection of stories entitled Bag and
Baggage (CONSTABLE), can write with distinction and a
delicate choice of epithets, that he can hit upon unusual and
interesting situations, and that he is a good hand at giving
us " creeps." The worst of it is that he so seldom manages
132 PUNCH, OR THE LONDON CHARIVARI. [FEBRUARY 12, 1913.
to do all these things at the same time. He is liable to
spoil good writing with an unsatisfactory denouement or to
11 a nice plot by relapsing into a commonplace style.
•.is reason I found very few of the stories in lltiii and
HiiijiliKji' completely successful, and I must particularly
cavil at the use of a derelict balloon, a sort of machine c.r dco,
used in the second of them, to solve a very dark and uncanny
mystery of footsteps in the snow that never returned. J
in 1 1 led to expect a far more ghostly piece of luggage than a
mere gas-bag to come up out of the van after so harrowing
an excursion into the shadows. On the whole I liked best
"The Hamadryad " (I suppose she is one of the " baggages"),
a warning to entomologists not to be emotional pagans as
well, and " The King's Star," where the writer courts his best
muse — the historico-romantie. Eleven of these yarns are
entitled " From Grave," and the other five " To Gay," but
the hilarious ones, with the possible exception of "Bullet-
proof," did not make me chuckle much. All the same (if you
will kindly step round to ( —
the lost property office,
please, next door), you
may easily make a very
much worse bargain than
Mr. BERNARD GAPES'S
Bag and Baggage.
If I congratulate Mr.
HABOLD SPENDER on hav-
ing composed a straight-
forward, honest and in-
teresting story — The
Call of the Siren (MILLS
AND BOON) — on having
put plenty of incident in
it, and on having written
it in a style which is
both clear and forcible,
he may possibly not feel
altogether pleased. It
may, for aught I know,
be his ambition to write
something drab and
sordid and gloomily
fatalistic in the stylo
that passes muster for
fine writing and thus-
to earn the plaudits of
and complicated misery,
that I prefer The Call
relations, will sympathise with the position of Fanny Floate
in A Runaway liintj (HEINEMANN). On the other hand,
many an outraged family will sympathise with the feelings
of the Baigents on being subjected to the criticism and
opposition of so independent and unattached a creature
as Fanny. These Baigents were used to absorbing the
husband of any of their daughters into tho bosom of their
elan, so that he, with (hem, came to have no other point of
view than that of " us Baigents." They expected the same
of their son's wife; possibly they might have recognised
to some small extent the claims of her blood relations, but
when it appeared that in Fanny's case there was none of
these, not even, to be candid, an acknowledged parent, they
could see no reason for her wanting to be anything else in
the world save one of them. There is, no doubt, much to be
said for their point of view, and Mrs. HENKY DUDKNKY, who
shows a fine impartiality in her vivid study, says it. It is
woman's mind and character that Mrs. DUDENF.Y most
cleverly dissects, and all
her women, but es-
pecially the wild and
harassed Frusannah, are
excellently portrayed.
Men, properly so called,
she hardly attempts in
this instance ; what suc-
cess she achieves with
Ninian Baigcnt and his
appalling brother-in-law-
she achieves by her un-
derstanding of her own
sex, which enables her
to detect and expose the
fundamental effeminacy
of one type of male.
Oto'Av
THE ROMANCE OF LOST OLD MASTERS.
A PICT0BE-DEALER DISCOVERS IN HOLLAND TWO PRICELESS CANVASES BY
mis-
those who revel in unrelieved
For my part I can assure him
of the Siren. The character of
Oliver ^Martin, whose life is darkened by the shadow of his
father's crime, is finely conceived, though I think Mr.
SPENDER winds him up to3 abruptly, just as his real career
is beginning. The beautiful nature of his mother has been
lovingly and carefully studied, and I should have liked more
of her. The Siren herself is Alice Dnbois, later Alice
Eardlcy, whom (according to Mr. SPENDER'S intention) I
don't like at all. Yet I cannot say that she is unreal or
that her actions are impossible. My favourite out of the
whole bunch is O'Brien, the faithful, loyal and affectionate
Irishman, a character of whom the author has every
right to be proud. On the whole I think I must earn- out
my purpose of congratulating Mr. SPENDER.
The British family is a magnificent institution, which is
apt on occasions to become a dreadful obsession. The
iiother-m-law, in spite of the ancient jest, remains a
rmidable fact ; and many a girl, who has sworn and
; to love, honour and obey her husband, but has
ither sworn nor intends to do the same by her husband's
One of the most
guided men
I 've come across is P. C.
WEEN.
On Indian Education
he's
An expert ; that one
plainly sees
(No man whose know-
ledge was not wide
Could write an Indian Teacher's Guide).
But — this it is that makes me warm —
He will attempt the fiction form.
A poorer tale I 'vo seldom seen
Than Dew and Mildew (LONGMANS, GREEN).
His characters are chunks of wood ;
He rambles as no writer should.
He shelves his story, page on page,
While comic children hold the stage.
These things, and others, raise my spleen
In Dew and Mildew (LONGMANS, GREEN).
Abandon fiction, Mr. WREN,
And stick to Teachers' Guides ; and then
Perhaps 'twill fall to me one day
In my enthusiastic way
To write, " This book t could not praise
Too highly if I tried for days."
I can't say that, with conscience clean,
Of Dew and Mildew (LONGMANS, GREEN).
" Young Ladj- would assist with chocolates and sweets, Saturday 5. '
Warringtm
bo would some others we know of, and gladly.
I'KliKUARY 11), 1913.]
PUNCH, OR Tllti LONDON CHAEIVARI.
133
CHARIVARIA.
How true it is that even the very
greatest have their cross to bear, just as
imich as the rest of us. It is officially
staled that lliree helpings of meat are
no longer permitted to those who take
(.In- shilling dinner at tho House of
Commons. * *
*
We take exception to the criticism
in The Express of the provincial lion
which has just laid an unusually small
egg. It may be small, but,
carefully aimed, it might just
make the difference between
a dull and an interesting
political meeting.
We would also point out to
a correspondent of the same
paper, who reports hearing a
lark last week at Bromley
and describes the bird's song
as "not very good or clear,"
that the lark had probably
only just left its watery nest.
A (Limp bed would account
for any little hoarseness.
* *
To such of our panel
doctors as are not gorged
with their gains and thinking
of retiring with a fortune the
case of one GUSTAV PROBST,
of Switzerland, may bo of
-•st. Ho has just died,
ing £'28,000, amassed
from one-and-eightpenny fees
for his medicine, which, we
are lold, consisted in all cases
of pounded rhubarb and
In "'I root. ^ .,,
Tlio fact that, at a recent
Society wedding in Balti-
more, U.S.A., it only took
three policemen to rescue the
bride from tho crowd, who
were clipping souvenirs off
her dress, convinces us that
the American spectator is losing his da?h.
•}' '•','
"They manage these things better
in Mexico," sighed an enthusiastic
Unionist, on reading that the Cabinet
Ministers of that country had been
chased out of the capital and \vero now
in hiding in the suburbs.
* ,*
Tha Dancing Craze. — First the
Turkey Trot, and now the Territorial
Breakdown. „, „,
*
Champagne destroys tho teeth, says
a dentist. Too late, however, to save
Mr. BEN TILLETT, whose celebrated
dinner-party is now quite ancient
history.
We have seldom heard of a more
excellent idea than that of the New
York suffragettes, who have decided to
ride on horseback to San Francisco.
Mr. J'unch's heartiest moral support
will bo given to such London militants
as decide to attempt something on the
same lines. A pilgrimage to, say,
Peru, if they took their time over it
and did not hurry their return, would
surely be wonderfully impressive.
* *
As a reward for having asked 25,000
A CONTRAST IN WINTER FASHIONS.
questions, tho lawyers in tho Titanic
inquiry are to receive £16,000 ; while
Senator SMITH, who must have asked
double that number, has had, as far as
we have been able to ascertain, nothing,
not even a music-hall engagement.
* *
When they do agree, their unanimity
is wonderful. A man, his wife, four
sons, two daughters, and parents-in-law
have been arrested in Spain for uttering
counterfeit coin ; and tho movements
of the family cat are being carefully
watched by the police.
* *
*
The recent arson case in Hampshire
has added one more to the list of things
which are not evidence. What the
bloodhound smelt is now ruled to be
as unreliable as " what the soldier said."
• *
There seems to bo no end to the
disgui«H which the early cuckoo can
adopt, doubtless for purposes of self-
protection. The sample shot at Saffron
Walden turns out to bo an owl, while
the one heard by an eminent naturalist
at Harpenden was a bricklayer named
GEORGK KINO. $ ..,
*
Tho Motor Traffic Committee have
been testing the efficacy of
cow-catchers on motor-omni-
buses. The r6lo of pedestrian
was entrusted to a dummy.
As it came out of the col-
lision minus- both legs, an
arm, and its head, we think
we prefer, if it is all the same
to the authorities, to go on
taking the old chances.
* •'.: ..
The Wave of Crime. On
top of all this Motor Bandit
business comes the news that
two men havo been charged
at Cardiff with breaking into
a bakery and stealing a
sponge-cake, value one penny.
* *
*
Even Mr. EUSTACE MILES,
despite a certain natural
gratification, must have been
sorry for tho owner of the
dog which, suddenly adopting
vegetarianism the other day,
ate five bank-notes out of its
master's pocket-book.
* *
*
Mr. OLIVER, editor of The
Outlook, in which paper Mr.
L.VWSON'S Marconi articles
appeared, declared before the
Committee that he thought
them a most valuable series.
Will OLIVER ask for more ?
* *
$
Hampstead Heath ordi-
naries, wires our Stock Ex-
change correspondent, suffered a severe
slump on tho receipt in the City of
the news that rhinoceros beetles had
severely damaged the Samoa cocoanut
plantations. ,,. ^
Tha Daily Mail having no Dresden
edition, the authorities of that town
have been able to forbid the production
there of The Miracle,
* *
•
A large hammer was thrown through
the window of the Eefonu Club, at
Manchester, a few nights ago. The
person responsible escaped. It is not
often that one finds skill at Throwing
the Hammer combined with the ability
to sprint.
134
PUNCH, OR THE LONDON CHARIVARL_ [FEBRUARY 19, 1913.
WINTER SPORT.
HI. A TYPICAL MORNING.
11 You take lunch out to-day — no ? "
said Josef, the head-waiter, in his in-
variable formula.
Myra and I were alone at breakfast,
the first down. I was just putting some
honey on to my seventh roll, and was
not really in the mood for light con-
versation with Josef about lunch. By
the way, I must say I prefer the good
old English breakfast. With eggs and
bacon and porridge you do know when
you want to stop ; with rolls and honey
you hardly notice what you are doing,
and there seems no reason why you
should not go on for ever. Indeed,
once . . . but you would never believe
me.
" We take lunch out to-day, yes, Josef.
Lunch for — let me see ''
" Six ? " suggested Myra.
"What are we all going to do?
Archie said something about skating.
I 'm off that."
" But whatever we do we must lunch,
and it's much nicer outdoors. Six,
Josef."
Josef nodded and retired. I took my
eighth roll. :
" Do let 's get off quickly to-day," I
said. " There 's always so much chat
in the morning before we start."
"I've just got one swift letter to
write," said Myra, as she got up, " and
then I shall be pawing the ground."
Half-an-hour later I was in the
lounge, booted, capped, gloved and
putteed — -the complete St. Bernard.
The lounge seemed to be entirely full
of hot air and entirely empty of any-
body I knew. I asked for letters ; and,
getting none, went out and looked at
the thermometer. To my surprise I
discovered that there were thirty-seven
degrees of frost. A little alarmed I
tapped the thing impatiently. " Come,
come," I said, " this is not the time for
persiflage." However, it insisted on
remaining at five degrees below zero.
What I should have done about it ~
cannot say, but at that moment I
remembered that it was a Centigrade
thermometer with the freezing point in
the wrong place. Slightly disappointed
that there were only five degrees of frost
(Centigrade) I. returned to the lounge.
" Here you are at last," said Archie
impatiently. " What are we all going
to do?"
"Where's Dahlia?" asked Myra
" Let 's wait till she comes and then we
can all talk at once."
" Here she is. Dahlia, for Heaven's
sake come and tell us the arrangements
for the day. Start with the idea fixed
in your mind that Myra and I have
ordered lunch for six."
Dahlia shepherded us to a quiet
iorner of the lounge and we all sat
down.
" By the way," said Simpson, " are
;hcre any letters for me? "
" No ; it 's your turn to write," said
Archie.
"But, my dear chap, there must be
one, because —
"But you never acknowledged the
bed-socks," I pointed out. " She can't
write till you I mean, it was
rather forward of her to send them at
all ; and if you haven't even —
"Well," said Dahlia, "what does
anybody want to do? "
Thomas was the first to answer the
question. A girl in red came in from
the breakfast-room and sat down near
us. She looked up in our direction and
met Thomas's eye.
" Good morning," said Thomas with
a smile, and he left us and moved across
to her.
" That 's the girl he danced with all
last night," whispered Myra. " I can't
think .what 's come over him. Is this
our reserved Thomas — Thomas the
taciturn, whom we know and love so
well? I don't like the way she does
her hair."
" She's a Miss Aylwyn," said Simp-
son in' a loud voice. " I had one dance
with her myself."
" The world," said Archie, " is full of
people with whom Samuel has had one
dance."
" Well, that washes Thomas out,
anyway. He '11 spend the day teaching
her something. What are the rest of
us going to do? "
There was a moment's silence. .
" Oh, Archie," said Dahlia, " did you
get those nails put in my boots ? "
I looked at Myra . . . and sighed.
" Sorry, dear," he said. " 1 11 take
them down now. The man will do
them in twenty minutes." He walked
over to the lift at the same moment
that Thomas returned to us.
" I say," began Thomas a little awk-
wardly, "if you're arranging what
to do, don't bother about me. I rather
thought of — er — taking it quietly this
morning. I think I overdid it a bit
yesterday."
" We warned you at the time about
the fourth hard-boiled egg," I said.
" I meant the ski-ing. We thought
of — I thought of having lunch in the
hotel, but of course you can have my
rucksack to carry yours in. Er — I '11
go and put it in for you."
He disappeared rather sheepishly in
the direction of the dining-room.
" Now, Samuel," said Myra gently.
" Now what, Myra ? "
" It 's your turn. If you have a
headache, tell us her name."
" My dear Myra, I want to ski to-
day. Where shall we go ? Let 's go
to the old slopes and practise the
hristiania Turn."
" What you want to practise is the
ordinary Hampstead Straight," I said.
" A medium performance of yours
yesterday, Samuel."
" But, my dear old chap," he said
iagerly, " I told you it was the fault of
my skis. They would stick to the
snow. Oh, I say," he added, " that
reminds mo. I must go and buy some
wax for them."
He dashed off. I looked at Myra . . .
and sighed.
" The nail-man won't be long," said
Archie to Dahlia, on his return. " I 'm
to call for them in a quarter of an hour."
" Can't you wear some other boots,
Dahlia, or your bedroom slippers or
something? It 's half-past eleven. We
really must get off soon."
" But we haven't settled where we 're
going yet."
" Then for 'eving's sake let 's do it.
Myra and I thought we might go up
above the wood at the back and explore.
We can always ski down. It might be
rather exciting."
" Eemember," said Dahlia, " I 'm not
so expert as you are."
", Of course," said Myra, " we're the
Oberland mixed champions."
"You know," said Archie, "I was
talking to the man who 's doing
Dahlia's boots and he said the snow
would be bad for ski-ing to-day."
" If he talked in French, no doubt
you misunderstood him," I said, a
little annoyed. " He was probably
asking you to buy a pair of skates."
" Talking about that," said Archie,
why shouldn't we skate this morning,
and have lunch at the hotel, and then
get the bob out this afternoon ? "
" Here you are," said Thomas,
coming up with a heavy rucksack.
" Lunch for six, so you'll have an extra
one."
" I 'd forgotten about lunch," said
Archie. " Look here, just talk it over
with Dahlia while I go and see about
my skates. I don't suppose Josef will
mind if we do stay in to lunch after all.
What about Simpson ? "
I looked at Myra . . . and sighed, j
" What about him ? " I said.
•?$• W -X* -X- •""
Half-an-hour later two exhausted
people — one of them with lunch for six
on his back — began the ascent to the
wood, trailing their skis behind them.
"Another moment," said Myra, "and
I should have screamed." A. A. M.
" Wanted, woman to peel onions at her own
home." — Wakefield Advertiser.
She certainly mustn't do it at ours.
PUNCH, OB THE LONDON CHARIVARI — FKBRUARY 19, 1913.
THE GRAND INTERNATIONAL.
MR. CHURCHILL. "WHAT PEICE GERMAN NAVY?" ADMIBAL TIBPITZ. "GIVE YOU 8 TO 6."
MR. CHURCHILL. " I WANT 2 TO 1." ADMIRAL TIRPITZ. " WELL, I 'LL MAKE IT 16 TO 10."
MR. CHURCHILL. » EIGHT, I 'LL TAKE YOU."
19, 1913.] PUNCH, Oil THE LONDON CHARIVARI.
137
Harassed Hostess. "Do YOU DAXCE, OK AUE TOO A wxtscr?"
MY PLAY.
I HAVE written a rare little drawing-room piece ;
It will never be acted ; the public must lose it ;
The lords of our stage are incredible geo^e ;
One and all they refuse it.
I shall not expound you the whole of the plot,
But 1 '11 just give a hint of the heroine's character ;
No Grundys would over call her a bad lot,
No gods could have "barracked" her.
A beautiful .girl with an infinite tact, . ••
She delights in undoing her relatives' tangles ;
Her cousin Lord D'Arcy 's in love (the First Act)
With a creature in spangles.
She saves him. She saves her inamma from her
• " friends " ; ,
If she deals with one problem she deals with a dozen ;
And she gets her reward, as the curtain descends,
In the shapo of her cousin.
Not wholly original that, you '11 observe —
The girl who plays Providence; ah, but what fiv'ry
Had ever the gumption, the grace and the nerve
Of my Man.Kjing Maryl
Other mastarful maidens have captured your heart
With the help of their toilets, too nice or toa rowdy ;
But the thing that sots Mary so wholly iipait
Is the fact that she's dowclv.
Her garl is the garb of a season agone,
And her intimates say, when she brightens their
troubles,
" Dear girl ! What a terrible gown she had on 1 "
And their gratitude doubles.
What is more, when the grip of a present-day mime
Is apt, ere the ending, to fade or diminish,
My lieroine iwars the same frock all the time.
From the start to the finish. . „
You have it : I give you the skeleton shape ;
You can picture the rest — all the gallery staring,
The critics dumbfounded, the boxes agape
And aghast at my daring.
Yet I write to our Frohmans and Barkers in vain :
Evermore they present Sophonisba's Vagary,
Or Whimsical Susan ; will no one explain
Why they send back my Mary ? EVOE.
Our latest Author.
" Lady Constance appeared as Judith in a choreographic drama based
on a st:iy by Mllo. Judith Ho.ofernes." — Continental Daily Mail.
"Those who road Defoo in their youth may perhaps recall an
illustr;itic n of tlia King of Brobdingnag studying Gulliver curiously
under a magnifying glats." — The Spectator.
We heartily commend the reading of DEFOE as an aid to the
memory. SWIFT is not so good for this purpose. Many
people who read the latter in .their -youth have clean
forgotten the illustration of Robinson Crusoe's parrot.
138
PUNCH, OR THE LONDON CHARIVARI. [FEBRUARY 19, 1913.
AN INTERVIEW WITH OUR FIRST-PRIZE
"BOBLET" WINNER.
(From " The Weekly Wonder.")
I HAD to do the last part of the
journey on all fours, for the mountain
was not only snowy but stoop. A
Weekly Wonder man, however, out to
interview the First-Pri/o Winner in
our world-famed " Boblets " Compoti-
tion, is not easily beaten.
1 had just enough strength left to
rap at the door of a neat cottage, and
then my trials were over.
I found myself in a warm, bright,
comfortable parlour, my climbing irons
taken off, the hundredweight or so of
snow removed from my back, and in
the presence of a hale, hearty, hand-
some, apparently middle-aged couple —
Mr. John MacEumbleton, Mountain
crutches are. those I sea? Not yours,
I hope?"
They both laughed happily. " Eos,
Sir, they wur mine. I wur doad lame,
I wur, afore I began to take in The
Weekly Wonder — and now I call walk
as well as any 1 "
" You delight mo. Whose ear-trumpet
is that yonder? Neither of you is
deaf."
Again they laughed joyously. " 'Twur
the old ooman's, Sir. She wur deafer
nor a postess — afore we began to take
in The Weekly Wonder — and now there 's
nowt she can't hear."
" Enchanted 1 And now, once more
to ask you for the history of your ex-
traordinary Winning ' Boblet ' in our
universally talked-of Competition."
" Wull, Sir, I been trying to make
'em this long time. I always takes out
" We be thinking of a trip to Lunnon,
Sir. We never seen it."
" Ah, that will be a treat for you !
What do you most wish to see there ?
St. Paul's ? The Abbey ? The Monu-
ment ? The Houses of Parliament ?
Come now, Mr. MacEumbleton, which
of all our ' sights ' are you most anxious
to see? "
" None o' them you 'vo named, Sir.
0" coorse I want to see they places —
but there be a place I want to soe more
— the fine building where The Weekly
Wonder be printed and published 1 "
PEISMATIC MEALS.
FIRED by the enterprise of the All Eed
Route enthusiasts, who have been bat-
tening on All Red breakfasts, the Blue
Water School of National Defence have
THE EXPRESS PANEL DOCTOR.
INSPECTING TONGUES.
SEBVINO OUT PILLS.
Shepherd and Winner of a First Prize
in our world - renowned " Boblets "
Competition, and his comely happy-
looking wife.
" And now, Mr. MacEumbleton," said
I, when I had announced my mission,
" how came you to think of this won-
derful Winning 'Boblet' of yours?"
" Wull, Sir, I dunno," answered this
splendid specimen of a Mountain Shep-
herd and " Boblet " Winner. " You see,
I been a shepherd these seventy year."
I gave a loud shriek and had to take
a nip of brandy from my flask.
" A shepherd seventy years, Mr. Mac-
Eumbleton ? " I shouted. " You look
about forty-five ! "
" Ees, Sir, we bears our years well,
but we be eighty and ninety— and we
looked it — we looked more — wo looked
ninety and a hunderd — afore we began
to take in The Weekly Wonder ! "
" I 'm charmed to hear it. But about
this marvellous Winning ' Boblet,' Mr.
MacEumbleton? By-the-way, whose
The Weekly Wonder on the mountain
and reads it to the sheep, an' it be wun-
nerful how much smarter and easier-
managed they critters ha' grown since
I been reading The Weekly Wonder out
loud to 'em ! And so one day, among
the Examples to make ' Boblets ' to, I
see ' A Penny will Buy — ' and thinks I,
What can I make that'll rhyme wi'
that and suit wi' it ? And all in a flash
it come to me —
A Penny will Buy
Weekly Wonder and Joy !
And so we sent it off, and when the
good news come — and the cheque — iny
old ooman and me we kep' on tumbling
down senseless half the day, and then
we took hands, and we run down the
mountain, falling down turrible often
— an' we got the money 'an put it in
a bank — an' we be rich an' happy ! "
" And what are your plans, Mr. Mac-
Eumbleton, now that you 've won this
magnificent Prize in our epoch-making
Competition?"
arranged an All Blue dinner menu with
the idea of diverting attention to their
creed. The constituents are not too
plentiful, but something of a meal can
be made of
Blue Point Oysters with Reckitt's sauce ;
Blue Entrecoto with Delphinium tips ;
Blue Jay en casserole ;
Blue Beans ;
Blue Peter Pancakes.
The table-cloth to be made of old covers
of The Great Adult lievieiv, and the Blue
Hungarian Band to be in attendance.
Believers in the Yellow Peril who
wish everyone else to realise the im-
portance of that menace are proposing
to bring it home by means of All
Yellow Suppers, the ingredients of
which are : —
Yolks of Eggs with Piccalilli ;
Filleted Gold Pish ;
Golden Plovers with Buttercup Salad ;
Ye old Yellow-hammer Pudding ;
Custard and Mustard.
The whole to bo washed down with
Canary.
FEBRUARY 10. 1913.] PUNCH, OR THE LONDON CHARIVARI. 139
The Lady with the Newspaper (much moved by patriotic leader). " I FEEL, JAMI-.S, THAT / MUST DO BOiiETHOta. SHALL I TAKE
UP NcnslNO OB LEARN RIFLE-SHOOTING?"
James (faintly). " MIGHT I SUGGEST EIFLE-SHOOTING, DEAD, AS LIKELY TO CAUSE THE LESS DAMAGE?"
MINISTERIAL MINSTRELS.
[Mr. EMLYH DA VIES, a noted Welsh baritone
vocalist, has assured The Daily Sketch that
Mr. LLOYD GEORGE is not only musical but
can sing well.
" ' I can speak," said Mr. DA VIES, ' with
some knowledge of the matter, bociuiso for
ten years 1 occupied tho seat immediately
behind tho Chancellor at Castle Street Welsh
Baptist Chapel, off Begont Street, London,
where he is a deacon.
" ' I can assure you he has a tenor voice fir
abavo tho average, and it is of considerable
strength and purity. I remember him on one
occasion turning to mo and saying, " Emlyn,
sing tho tenor part until I get the hang of it,"
and ha soon got it.'
"Tho Chancellor is reported to have also
told Mr. Davies that his favourite song was
' Captain Morgan's March,' the warlike refrain
of which ho is often heard humming."]
THINK not, 0 you Tories harsh and
odious,
That our DAVID, beautiful and gay,
Is the only Minister melodious
Who can competently sing or play ;
ASQUITH from the charming concertina
Coaxes most enchanting lilts and
swells,
CHUUCIULI, blows his tromla, tha
manna,
CUEWE GABUSO easily exceh.
LULU, when he 's off Colonial duty,
On tho balalaika gaily thrums,
Warbling in a basso rich and fruity
As tho richest, fruitiest Carlsbad
plums
(I have never seen this lordly thrummer,
I have never heard his chest notes
ring,
But I have it from a Carlsbad plummcr
Who has heard and seen him play and
eing).
GREY is weak in his coloratura,
Never cares to decorate his themes ;
MORLEY now has lost his old bravura,
BEAUCHAMP is an operatic Jeamcs ;
BIRRELL on his wheozy Birrell-organ
Grinds away, facetiously serene,
Whether 'tis tho March of Captain
Morgan
Or the tuno of "Wigs on College
Green."
MASTERMAN is not a LEONAISD BOBWICE,
Still he lias a soft persuasive touch,
And his solos, mildly paregoric,
Soothe the suffering millions very
much ;
RrjNCiiiAN is terribly fastidious,
Only cares for songs with high-class
pomes,
And declares there's nothing half so
hideous
As tho hackneyed ballad, " HOLMES,
sweet HOLMES."
ABERDEEN 's addicted to the pice'lo,
And with his intoxicating toot
Decimates tho denizens of Wicklow,
Hushes Tara's Harp until it 's mute ;
SAMUEL, who drew from out the zither,
As an infant prodigy, delight,
Now regards the merry post-horn fitter
His desponding colleagues to incite.
BURNS is quite our highest vocal flier,
Quito tire prima donna of the troupe ;
HOBHOUSE is a conscientious trier,
PEASE, of course, is often in tho soup ;
There 's a note of pathos in MC.KENNA,
Who is always striving to be sweet,
But a taste of something tart, like senna,
Manages his efforts to defeat.
SYDNEY BUXTON draws melodious
thunder
From the vitals of the deep bassoon ;
HALDANE wakens audiences to wonder
By liis coruscations as a coon ;
Yes, no matter what the devastation
Wrought by ASQUITH and his deadly
brood,
Never was there an Administration
liiclicr in harmonious aptitude.
The Week's Epigrams.
" Now, as to tho vexed question of dying,
which is one that every woman hag to consider
if she lives long enough." — Sunday Times.
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MR. PORKER v. MR. MARDON.
WONDERFUL things, miraculous
things, are seen to-day at billiard
matches. STEVENSON, with bonzoline
halls, makes 1016 at a break, of which
these eyes saw the last 350; REECE
with the ivories makes over 700 and
yet is beaten by the youthful NEWMAN ;
GKORGE GRAY gees in off the red, hour
after hour; INMAN imperturbably scores
off impossible double baulks; and yet no
book is written about it. Guides to the
game — heart-breaking counsels of per-
fection— come out in some profusion, but
no history of a match of 500 up is ever
written now, as was done some sixty-
six years ago, in the handsome quarto
that lies before me, price ten shillings,
with the position of the balls for the last
nine breaks, and also thirty-two other
diagrams, the red being uniformly
coloured by hand. Books like this are
published no longer, more 'a the pity.
The contestants were Mr. PORKER
and Mr. MARDON, and the game began in
Mr. KENTFIELD'S Subscription Eooms,
at Brighton, at half-past twelve in the
afternoon of January 18th, 1844. A
few survivors among the audience might
still be ; but it is hardly likely.
" Not a bet," says the report, " was
offered whilst the player was in the act
of striking ; "which seems to be a wise
precaution and certainly should not be
resented by the players themselves.
" For such an arrangement much praise
is due to Mr. KENTFIELD." The tables,
of course, had list cushions.
Which of the players broke is not
stated, but after the first few strokes
Mr. MAHDON was 40 to 6. Mr. POHKEK
then passed him — 53 to 51 — but Mr.
MABDON having all the luck 3 to 1 was
laid on him. When the game was 300
the light became obscure and it was
proposed to have the lamps. Mr.
MARDON did not, however, pause,
leaving Mr. POBKER " the appearance
of a great break." How well we know
those appearances and how deceitful
they can be ! Mr. PORKER'S ball being
close to the lower cushion, there was
some risk, and he prudently awaited
the lighting of the lamps. No sooner
were they burning brightly than he
accomplished the stroke, which was
" pronounced by Mr. KENTFIELD to be
as fine a stroke under such circum-
stances as ever was played." Mr.
PORKER from this point never looked
back until his score was 495, or 5 from
victory, to Mr. MABDON'S 475. Four
to one was then offered on Mr. PORKEB.
But Mr. MARDON 's special line of
country seems to have been unruffled
precision, and he gradually, in nine
strokes, reached the finish amid a scene
of terrific excitement.
Such was the satisfaction of one of
the players — I need hardly say it was
not Mr. PORKER — that he wrote a book
about the match, and also to illustrate
his contention that " fine and first-rate
hazard striking," such as no doubt dis-
tinguished the play of Mr. POBKER,
cannot in the long run bear up against
caution, coolness, and good strength,"
or Mr. MARDON 's particular game ; and
tliis is the handsome volume that lies
before me.
Much of it, I may add, is as sound
to-day as it was then ; but there is
a curious onslaught on indiarubber
cushions, -which would amuse anti-
quaries. A table fitted with these new
absurdities was placed in a club as an
experiment; but so many baulks re-
sulted " that the frequenters of the
room had the good sense to discard
such cushions immediately," being
fortified in their decision by a well-
known maker, who said oracularly that
both truth and speed could never be
obtained on the same table. Has it
been thus with every new invention?
I suppose so.
Among the general hints at the end,
which no doubt were novel enough in
those simple, distant (and happy) days,
when the great Mr. KENTFIELD once
" actually completed as many as two-
and-thirty cannons in succession," but
are now everyone's property, is a
quatrain written by Mr. HUGHES, who
kept a billiard-saloon in London for
the benefit of his patrons. It is good
sense, whatever Sir ARTHUR QUILLER-
COUCH (" CUE ") may think of it as
poetry. It hobbles thus : —
1 ' William Hughes hopes you '11 him excuse
For making this observation :
When you 've the best of the game, keep
the same ;
To mention more there can bo no oc-
casion."
As to Mr. KENTFIELD, of whom every-
one speaks as being a man of fine
strength of character, I wish I knew
more of him. He seems to have been
the second champion, a marker named
CABB being the first. GARB challenged
the world for 100 guineas, and KENT-
FIELD accepted ; but the match went
by default, as CABB was taken ill.
KENTFIELD, who was not only a fine
player but an instructor of singular
patience and lucidity, may be called
the Father of the Game. In 1849
JOHN EOBEBTS the elder went to
Brighton to challenge KENTFIELD;
KENTFIELD declined, and EOBEBTS
remained champion for many years.
Beyond these public facts I know only
that KENTFIELD'S name was EDWIN ;
that he was always called " Jonathan " ;
and that when the evening of life drew
on he retired and took passionately to
gardening.
ON WAKING.
PAINTED gaily on the cup,
When 1 drink my early tea
And consider getting up
As a thing about to be,
There 's a pink and podgy bird
For a minute's vague employment,
Fairy, fat and most absurd
To my half -awake enjoyment !
For 'twas only but just now
That I wandered where he stood
Very haughty on a bough
In a green and silent wood,
Mid the burnished colibris,
Each a buzzing blue scintilla,
Where the wind comes through the
trees
Faintly flavoured with vanilla I
That 's the sugared land of spice
Where one's luck is always in,
And the girls are always nice
And the favourites always win ;
Where a dun is never seen
And there 's always pots of money,
And the grass is always green
And the skies for ever sunny !
Bird of plump and pleasing wing
And of curved and curious make,
You 're a very friendly thing
When I 'm cross and half-awake,
And the grey comes through the
blind—
For you link the unideal
With the dreams I 've left behind,
With the rainbow and unreal !
'THE ROAD TO RUIN."
To the Editor of " Punch."
DEAR SIB, — We noticed recently in
your columns an article suggesting that
House Agents should be more frank and
honest in their descriptions of properties
to let, and we think it may interest the
writer of the article mentioned to know
that we, at any rate, adopted, six months
ago, such methods as he or she sug-
gested, and have not departed from them
since.
We beg to submit specimens of the
particulars of three properties, supplied
to our clients recently, and a personal
inspection will prove that the premises
do not belie the advertisements : — •
EOTLAND (Borders of). — Old moated
grange, surrounded by 50 acres of park-
land. Bone - manure factory within
150 yards of rear of mansion, but odour
scarcely noticeable, excepting when
wind is easterly. Plenty of hunting
with three packs (country well wired).
Fishing, chiefly minnows, in the moat.
The mansion contains 6 entertaining
rooms and 15 bedrooms, nearly all oak-
panelled. The best bedroom is said to
be haunted, but this is probably due to
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Constituent (referring to Af.P. spealcing in marJcet-place). "IT'S THE LIKES OP HUB THAT 'AS TO PAY HIM £400 A TEAB.
MAKES ME THAT WILD TO THINK AS WE COULD *AVE TWO FIRST-CLASS 'ABF-BACK8 FOB THE SAME MONEY."
IT
noise made by rats (with which the
house is infested) in the wainscoting.
Billiard-room in what was once the
chapel. Part of the roof has fallen in,
but landlord would bear portion of cost
of repair with good tenant. Stables
at present in ruins. House supplied
with water from well in courtyard.
No drains to get out of order. Last
tenant relinquished through death
from diphtheria four years ago. Keys
at Bone-manure factory.
No. 16, CRAMP COURT, CHELSEA. —
Dining-room 11' x 10'; drawing-room
9J' x 11^', 4 bedrooms, kitchen, larder,
3' x 3', Venetian blinds throughout, a
few in working order. Drawing-room
windows overlook a Tom Tiddler's
ground, which may be used for storing
disused kitchen utensils and tomato
tins. Flat newly decorated to suit
tastes of landlord, a retired publican.
No cupboards, by request. Undesirable
tenants in Nos. 14, 15, 17 and 18. Only
5 flats on each staircase. Apply Porter,
when on premises, at No. IA; when
not on premises, at "The Woolpack,"
adjoining.
DAMPSHIRE. — Outskirts of decaying
village. On heavy clay soil, jerry-built
villa, in worst possible style of archi-
tecture, standing on a quagmire -| of a
rood in extent. Muddy approach to
front door, partially gravelled, between
two small grass-plots and beds intended
for flowers. Two sitting-rooms, 3 bed-
rooms, bathroom, h. and c. taps (water
not laid on), and so-called offices.
Two lean-to sheds in garden. Church
3 miles, station 4 J miles. Eent moderate,
but high for house and locality. Pack
of harriers, shortly to be given up,
meets within 7 miles about once a fort-
night. Golf links (private), 2J miles.
Permission to play occasionally may be
obtained from the owner by a C. of E.
tenant with sound Tariff Eeform princi-
ples. Would be gladly sold.
It may be of interest to add that this
last-mentioned property was let last
week by our more literary confreres,
Messrs. Sharp, Wiley & Co., a copy of
whose advertisement we beg to append
for your perusal.
Yours faithfully,
THEWER AND TREWEB.
[COPY.]
SOUTHERN COUNTIES. — On border of
pretty old-world village, a beautiful,
well-built and conveniently-planned
modern residence, standing in own
grounds and approached by carriage-
drive bordered with lawns and flower-
beds. Two noble reception rooms,
ample bedroom and bath-room accom-
modation, excellent offices. Stable and
garage. Well-matured garden. Church
and station within easy reach. Hunt-
ing, golf, good society. Eent £45.
Landlord might be induced to sell to
desirable applicant wishing and able
to invest in really first-class property.
From a Cinema advertisement :
"WHOSE WIFE IS THIS?
LENGTH ABOUT 516 FEET."
Not ours.
Commercial Candour from Glasgow.
"ANNUAL SALE.
PRICE AND QUALITY oo TOOETHEB.
PRICES REDUCED TO A SHADOW."
The New Abracadabra.
1 ' Miss Iboly ka Gy arfas made a great impres-
sion . . . Hers should be a name to conjure
with in tho next decade." — Sunday Times.
Conjurer. ' ' Ibolykagyarfas ! And now,
Sir, if you will feel in your left-hand
waistcoat pocket you will find the
rabbit."
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Yokel. " 'EBE, D'von KNOW THAT THERE BATIREB COST I VIFTEEN BHIIXUN?
Capt
I.M MEMORIAM
am Jlrott, H.JL
AND HIS GALLANT COMRADES •., ••
WHO BEACHED THE SOUTH POLE IN JANUARY 1912
AND DIED ON THEIR HOMEWARD WAY.
NOT (or the fame that crowns a gallant deed
They fixed their fearless eyes on that tar goal,
Steadfast of purpose, resolute at need
To give their lives for toll.
But in the service of their kind they fared,
To probe the secrets which the jealous Earth
Yields only as the prize of perils dared,
The wage of proven worth.
So on their record, writ for all to know —
The task achieved, the homeward way half won —
Though cold they lie beneath their pall of snow,
Shines the eternal sun.
O hearts of metal pure as finest gold I
O great ensample, where our sons may trace,
Too proud for tears, their birthright from of old,
Heirs of the Island Eaco 1
O. S.
ANOTHER PATHETIC FALLACY.
You have read in novels how a great emotion will
transform a man's countenance; how a poet's face in the
hour of inspiration sets the sparrows singing on the house-
tops ; how that of a man suddenly ruined causes phlogmatit
horses to stagger. My own features are of the common-
place type, which nobody ordinarily thinks of regarding
twice, but nevertheless I too have had my experiences.
They occurred on the morning when I received a letter
from Phyllis, which said briefly, "Yes, I think so." Not
much in that, you may say, but when I tell you it was the
delayed answer to a proposal of marriage you will under-
stand. Shortly after reading it I stopped out into the street
to walk- to the office.
What a walk that was ! The light in my eyes seemed
to brighten the very sun ; the song in my heart was echoed
from, a hundred motor-buses. Never have the winds of
May wooed so winningly a February morning.
Not a man I mot but turned his head as if loth to take
his eyes from my irradiated countenance. Every -girl seemed
to take the keenest pleasure in my happiness, smiling prettily
as if infected by its contagion. "lis well, I thought (in blank
verse) that Phyllis now is pledged to me, or, by my troth,
these flattering glances shot from beauty's eyes might make
my heart unfaithful.
*******
It was only when I reached the office and looked in the
glass that I discovered the large black smudge on the end
of my nose.
PUNCH, OK THE LONDON CHARIVARI.— FEBRUARY 19, 1913.
IN HONOUR OF BRAVE MEN DEAD.
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ESSENCE OF PARLIAMENT.
(EXTRACTED FROM TUB DIARY OP TOBY, M.P.)
A PUEELY FANCIFUL PICTUEE OF THE MAEOONI ENQUIEY.
Showing how the infantile innocence of Mr. WEDGWOOD BENN, had he conceivably been the object of Mr. FALCONER'S cross-
examination, would have foiled that legal luminary.
House of Commons, Monday, February
10. — Appearance of House when Ques-
tions called on suggested final collapse.
Doubtful whether, had count been
moved, a quorum would have been
found. Front Opposition Bench tenant-
less. BONNER LAW, whose thirst for
information is unrelieved by callous
PREMIER, temporarily abandons pursuit
of knowledge. Example loyally fol-
lowed by his colleagues. Only three
Ministers on Treasury Bench.
Happily among them is WEDGWOOD
BENN, who, though not officially at-
tached, answers for Board of Works in
this Chamber. Not for the first time,
never before with equal force, is brought
home to mind of Members looking on
what a precious asset he is to a Govern-
ment occasionally in need of extraneous
help. Something about his guileless
countenance, his seraphic smile, recalls
famous group of cherubs hovering over
the canvas of a great master. By
chance he had no Ministerial con-
nection with the MARCONI contract.
Had it been otherwise it would have
been impossible for the most reckless
imagination, the most loosely strung
mind to suspect him of dabbling in
stock with a view to making a profit of
£200,000 more or less.
As things stand he has a curious
fascination for FALCONER, whose piti-
less, persistent cross-examination of a
witness in course of the inquiry finds
nearest parallel in the supreme achieve-
ment of Sir CHARLES EUSSELL before
he deserted the Bar for the Bench.
Had WEDGWOOD BENN chanced in any
conceivable circumstances to be his
victim in the witness-chair, response
to his most soul-searing inquiry would
have been a smile of almost infantile
innocence, in its way as impregnable as
a Dreadnought.
Occasionally, when he makes shrewd
answer to inquiries concerning the de-
partment he represents, House begins
to suspect he is not quite so ingenuous
as he looks. That, however, a passing
impression. There permanently re-
mains the subtle, indescribable, but
clearly felt conviction that a Ministry
among whom WEDGWOOD BENN is
numbered cannot be as iniquitous, as
hopelessly bad, as Mr. HUNT and SILVER
MARKET GWYNNE regretfully assume.
Danger of thinking aloud in a mixed
assembly illustrated this afternoon.
CHARLIE BERESFORD, who continues to
keep his weather eye upon the WIN-
SOME WINSTON, inquired whether, in
pursuance of engineering work atEosyth
the contractor had come upon a bank
of mud not marked on any chart ?
WINSTON, who knows most things, fain
to admit this beyond him.
" I cannot answer that question
without notice," he almost humbly
said.
Question and answer struck a chord
in breast of KINLOCH-COOKE.
" Cannot answer it ? " ho cried. " I
thought you were a slinger of mud."
Hadn't slightest intention or ex-
pectation of being overheard. Just
an idea that struck him, not without
tinge of disappointment that one so
much esteemed by him as is FIRST LORD
OP THE ADMIRALTY had at a particular
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crisis fallen short of high standard at
•which ho is habitually measured by
a perhaps too-prejudiced friend. Un-
fortunately, in temporary absence of
mind, KiN'Locn-CooKE, instead of mur-
muring the remark below his breath,
spoke it aloud with startling effect.
Indignant cries of "WiUulrawl" rose
fn.m Ministerial ranks. The SPEAKER
interposing administered personal ro-
buko perhaps unexampled in severity.
Awkward incident. However, as
tilings turned out, better offer an
apology. This be hastened to do, and
in the quaint manner peculiar to House
in analogous circumstances was as
loudly cheered as if ho had performed
meritorious action.
Uusiness done. — In Committee on
Supplementary Estimates.
House "5 Lords, Tuesday. — Second
field night of session. Debate opened
on motion to read a second time Welsh
Church Disestablishment Bill. By
comparison with scene at similar stage
of Homo Eule Bill great falling off in
interest. Few peeresses graced side
galleries with their presence. Ked-
cushioned benches on floor only half
filled. Marked exception in caso of
benches below Gangway to right of
Woolsack. Here flocked the surpliced
Bishops. Effect undesigned; not
therefore the less, perhaps the more,
striking.
Fog filled Chamber with depressing
persistency. Electric lights flaring
from roof did little to disperse the
gloom. Through it shone the white
robes of the Bishops, emblematical of
innocence and of capacity to rise
superior to mundane influences.
KKNYON, in moving rejection of Bill,
set forth in detail evil consequences
that would follow upon its enactment.
Approaching climax he, in voice trem-
bling with emotion, said : " My Lords,
the disestablishment of tho Church in
Wales will be a step to the inevitable
disestablishment of the English Church.
In such case the business of your Lord-
ships' House would be daily commenced
without prayer."
Conscience-stricken peers recollected
that attendance at prayer time rarely
exceeds a devout half-dozen. Still
there it is, and a murmur of pained
sympathy approved this conclusive
argument against the Bill.
Bishop of ST. ASAPH read interesting
paper. When ho laid his manuscript
on pulpit desk (I mean on the Table),
life-long associations connected with its
appearance — quarto sheets neatly sewn
in black silk cover — caused noble Ijords
reverentially to close their eyes and
assume a restful attitude. Presently
roused by energy of the BISHOP, who,
untrammelled by his manuscript, "let
have it hot," as WILLOUGHBY
DE BROKE admiringly said.
About this time discovery made of
curious incident illustrating force of
early habit. Tho fog deepening, LORD
CHANCELLOR seized opportunity of
making strategic retreat. Beckoning
COLEBHOOKE to approach Woolsack, ho
asked him to take his place.
" Back d'rectly," ho whispered as he
tiptoed out.
Choice of substitute might have been
better made. COLEBROOKE'S figure lacks
expansiveness of LORD CHANCELLOR'S.
Moreover, he was, of course, unprovided
with wig and gown. Nevertheless so
dense was tho fog that disappearance
of LORD CHANCELLOR, long unnoticed,
would not havo been discovered save
BEnEsror.D keeping his wjatlier eye
on WISSTON.
for tho reflected light from the Bishops'
lawn falling upon the Woolsack. To
general surprise tttlisclosedCoLEBBOOKE
sitting bolt upright, looking increasingly
miserable as LORD CHANCELLOR tarried
on his way back.
Business done. — Lord BEAUCHAMP
moved second reading Welsh Church
Disestablishment Bill. Lord RENYON
moved its rejection.
Friday. — Yesterday Lords threw out
Welsh Church Bill by 252 votes against
51. To-day Commons adjourn till
Friday, 7th March, when Parliament
will be prorogued, with interval (includ-
ing Sunday) of three days before new
Session opens.
The Spread of Suflragism.
Mrs. Henry Fftwcett.LL.D. NatuslSiT."
Everyman.
We aren't even to bo allowed a Latin
render of our own.
SAFE BIND, SAFE FIND.
WE having occasion to shut up our
flat for a month or so, my wife was all
for taking our silver round to a Safe
Deposit in order to prevent its being
stolen in our absence. For myself, I
was all for having it stolen in our
absence in order to save the trouble
of having to take it round to a Safe
Deposit on future occasions. In the
end, she admitted that I was right,
as always, and then it was agreed that
I should havo tho privilege of taking
the silver, in a trunk, to the Safe De-
posit.
1 felt, as I alighted from my taxi
with my trunk, worth my weight, and
more, in silver. But the clerk in charge
of the Deposit Office made no overt
sigh of deference, doubtless determining
to keep an open mind until he was
satisfied as to the contents of my trunk.
Bather than havo him suspect me of
being an ingenious murderer with an
awkward corpse to dispose of, I made
haste to inform him that this was not
the case and to explain to him the
truth of our domestic affairs.
Clerks in ehaige of bate Deposits
are eminently human, and nothing
bores them so much as the truth of
other people's domestic att'airs. So he
gave me the Company's booklet of in-
structions to read and returned to his
desk, to write, no doubt, to tho other
depositories to tell them how their
deposits were getting on and that if
there was a suspicious cove in the room
he was under tho strictest observation.
After an interval : " I havo read your
little work," said I, returning him his
booklet, " and find your Subscribed
Capital, Directors, Solicitors, Auditors,
Bankers, Business Hours, Telephone
Number and Telegraphic Address the
most delightful reading. But there are
two points at which I quibble: the
first, is it wise to make, as you do in
the very fore-front of your preface, this
proposition : ' Visitors are invited to
inspect the Safe Deposit, which is open
free from 0 A.M. to 6 P.M.,' and is it not
asking for trouble to put it in italics ?
And, secondly, is it really necessary for
me to have a password ? "
The man turned from his desk. " I
will take your last question first," said
he, " for your first I do not intend to
answer. A password is necessary, and
I shall bo glad if you will fix on one
while I make out the necessary forms
for you to sign."
It is said of me by my friends that
I am a man of many words, by my
enemies that I am a man of too many
words. But, upon my soul, it took me
on this occasion five minutes to think
of ono. Any word, the Clerk had said,
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would do, one word being as easy to
remember or, as ho added when he
appreciated nay difficulty, as easy to
forget as another. But I did not look
at the matter in the same light. "It
must be," said I, "exactly the right
word," and with great care and cir-
cumspection I evolved it. I gavo it
him, J saw him make a note of it for
future occasions, and then I proceedeil
in due course and naturally enough to
forget it and all about it.
*****
On the re-opening of our llat a month
later, I argued even more strenuously
against a second visit by myself to that
Safe Deposit. I knew that I had some
very strong grounds for objection, but
could not remember exactly what. Sure
enough, when I got to the place and
produced my signed forms and asked
for my silver, that Clerk must needs
have me give him a password. A pass-
word ; why, of course.
" How many guesses have I got ? " I
asked, in order to temporize.
"Your password, Sir?" said the
Clerk, for any signs of flippancy are very
properly discouraged in the purlieus of
a Safe Deposit.
•• "I can give you the rough idea,"
said I, " for that at least I can remem-
ber. You gave mo to expect that this
emergency would arise, and I well knew
that when it did arise I should be un-
equal to it. So I chose a word that
would naturally suggest itself when 1
came so to inform you. If you look at
your book it will no doubt show you
what that word is. ... And now may
I have my silver ? "
"I must be told," said the Clerk,
" what the word was."
I thought and thought, but there
was nothing for it but to tell him that
I had forgotten it.
"Damn," I began. apologetically . . .
Thereupon the Clerk thanked me
and gave mo the silver.
The Bun of the Season.
"HUNTING.
EXCELLENT DAY'S SPOBT WITH THE BLASKNEY.
A BADOEB KILLED." — Standard.
A Minor Prophet.
"Tho Rev. , speaking at the Athletic
Association's concert last week, prophesied a
busy and attractive time at the Sports Ground
last year." — Worthing Observer.
This initial success should encourage
him to higher flights.
"Mr. Hrry Holmes, of 21, Lynette-avenue,
Clapham Common, requests us to state that
ho is in no way connected with the Harry
olllmes who, on February 11, at Greenwich,
was scut for trial."- — Evening News.
It is surprising, seeing how differently
they spell their names, that the mistake
e /er arose.
OUR VILLAGE CINEMA.
Showman. " "EBE, I BAY, IT BB 'OBSEB' 'OOVEB, NOT 'OBNS OB 'AIL-BTOBMS.'
ON EECEIVING AN ADVEETISEMENT OF PHEASANT EGGS.
DEAR SIB, — Although I plainly see
Your card is kindly meant,
To forward such a thing to me
Is energy mis-spent ;
For pheasant eggs or chicks that run
Or grown-up birds that fly
Are little good without the gun
I can't afford to buy 1
My interest it scarcely whets
To read your lists of rank,
To hear of Dukes and Baronets
Whose keepers " beg to thank ."
No joy is it to. me to know
That " all the eggs did well,"
As testified by So-and-So,
Or some such other swell.
Ah ! why, Sir, advertise your skill
To one as poor as proud ?
Two pheasants would my garden fill,
And three would ho a crowd.
Yet, stay ! not vainly shall you beg,
Your firm shall yet rejoice ;
You shall supply one breakfast egg —
Unfertile, please, for choice I
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GREEK IAMBICS.
"I HAVF. boon thinking," I said.
" And that," said Francesca, "is capital cxcrciso for you.
Soino people box, somo fence, sonic ride, some play golf,
some walk —
" And some talk," I put in. " Don't forget the talkers !
" I am not allowed to forget them. Some talk, and
others think. They 're the best of all, and you, it appears "
she swept me a curtsey — "arc one of them. Oh, what
would I give to be a thinker, to bo able to bear down
opposition by the force of reason, to bring doubters to my
side by the pure influence of a great mind ! Tell me, tell
rne how does it feel to be like that ? "
" It feels," I said, " like — surely you know what I mean
like having a reason, like possessing a great mind, you
know; like being a man, in fact — homo sapiens, and that sort
of thing." .
"And what do you think I care," she said, "for your
Jiomosapiensfs? "
" If," I said, " you desiro to indicate the plural I suggest
that homines sa'pientcs would be the more usual form.
Possibly you may have some authority in the Latin of a
later age — monkish Latin, for instance — but "
" We will put Latin aside," she said.
" No," I said warmly, " we will not put it aside. For
twelve long years I learnt Latin, and now in the plenitude
of my powers I am to be told by a mere chit of a girl—
" Age cannot wither me," said Francesca.
" — I am to be told by a mere chit of a girl who hasn't got
an irregular verb to her name that Latin is to be put asida.
Tak3 my Latin from me, and what am I ? "
" An old goose," said Francesca. " It 's the most perfect
subtraction sum I ever met."
" Pretty warbler," I said. " If I could remember the
Latin for nightingale that should be your name."
" I '11 do without it. You needn't strain your memory
just to give me pleasure."
" ' Philomela* is the word," I said.
'• It is too late now," she said; "and 'nightingale' docs
equally well."
" Francesca," I said, " you are babbling."
" Warbling," she urged.
" Babbling," I repeated, " babbling badly. I shall now
refuse to tell you what I was thinking about."
"And I," she said, "shall refuse not to bear up under
the blow."
"No," I said, " I will change my mind —
" Changes neatly executed while you wait."
" — I will change my mind and tell you all," I said. " Have
you ever noticed that Frederick is growing, that he is more
than five years old —
" And will be six in June," she said. " Something of the
sort had vaguely occurred to me, but I could never have
expressed it with your precision and force."
" — And we shall soon have to think seriously about his
education."
" lie is already highly accomplished," she said. " He can
road many words of three letters."
" Pooh ! " 1 said.
" And can do simple sums in addition."
"Pish!" I said.
" Unnatural father, thus to depreciate tlio genius of your
son. He is a born arithmetician, and insists oh doing sums
in his bath."
"Then," I said, "ho shall go to Cambridge."
" Do they do sums in their baths at Cambridge ? "
" Yes," I said, " and everywhere else, too. He shall be a
wrangler."
" 151c3S his heart," said Francosca fondly. " Did ho want
to be a little wrangler then ? "
" My heart," I said, " is steeled against your prattle, and
Frederick, being upstairs, cannot hear it."
"This conversation," she said, "is becoming too dis-
cursive. Besides, I cannot bear a man who says ' pooh '
and 'pish.' Such expressions are only met with in books."
"Francesca, if you dare me, I will say .'ugh' and
' pshaw.' But please understand me. "When I said ' pooh '
and ' pish ' just now I dirt not intend to make light of
Frederick's learning. I meant to imply that knowledge is
not necessarily the first object of education. Character,
you know — Frederick must acquire character."
" His character," she said, "is angelic. He would give
his last sponge-cake to his sisters."
" Ho must play cricket and football."
" He can play them on the lawn."
" And he must learn to take a swishing like a man."
" Do men take them much ? " she said.
"And, therefore," I said, disregarding her, "he must go
to a good preparatory school and afterwards to a public
school. Do you imagine that Eton, Harrow, Winchester,
Rugby and all the rest of them are gaping for Frederick ?
He must be put down at once for somewhere."
" But won't they let him do his reading and his little
sums?"
"He will, I hope, continue to dabble in them. But. he
will learn to write Latin Elegiacs and, .^possibly, Greek
Iambics. Think, Franccsca, how proud you will be of a
son who can write Iambics."
" But you yourself," she said, " once wrote these awful
things. You don't do much at it now, do you ? "
" I don't exactly make a habit of it," I said ; " but it has
given me an insight ; it has helped to build me up ; it has
taught me how to avoid false quantities —
" And that," she said, " is, of course, most important. I
shall begin to teach Frederick that directly."
" I wouldn't hurry him too much," I said.
" Wouldn't you ? Of course you know best. I thought
perhaps he 'd like to take an Iambic to bed with him."
R. C. L.
MULLIGATAWNY.
[' ' Mulligatawny (Tamil — rhilagutunni, lit. pepper-water) . An East
Indian curry-soup." — English Dictionary.']
THEHE are soups of various patterns, that range from the
humble pea
To the aldermanic turtle that 's not for the likes o' me,
But the priceless pick of the boiling is made on the masterly
plan
Of Misther Mulligatawny, the eminent Irishman. .
For what is the soup of Scotland (the gourmet shudders
and pales),
Or what is your cock-a-leekie — the probable soup of Wales,
Or any infusion flavoured by English corduroy
To the soup of Mulligatawny, the broth of an Irish boy ?
But Philology thrust her nose in, and hatched a horrible
plot
That the manhood of Mulligatawny should shamefully be
forgot ;
She implied that Mulligatawny was never a shamrock fruit,
And wasn't discovered in Erin, but came from an Indian root.
Now credit, it 's my conviction, should go where credit is due,
So I feel constrained to batter Philology's nose askew
With the fact that the Monarch of All Soups is made on
the masterly plan
Of Misther Mulligatawny, the eminent Irishman.
FEBRUARY 19, 1913.] PUNCH, Oil THE LONDON CHARIVARI.
149
Celebrated English Actor (great success as Irishman in Irish play). " Oi ALWAYS THINK AS ACTOBB SHOULD SPAKE THE SAME ACCENT
OFF TUB STAGE AS ON UT, WHOILE THE PLAY IS RUNNING. BEQOBBA. IT MAKES HIM HATUBAL IN HIS PAEBT."
Tour~.nj Actor. " ALL VEBY FINE FOB YOU ; BUT I PLAY A SCOTCHMAN AT MATUTEES AND AN IBISHIIAS AND A FBEXCHMAS m
THE EVENING, AND ME A WELSHMAN, LOOK YOU 1 "
A FAMILY "AGREEMENT."
(Drawn tip by a distracted father for
the benefit of all parents whose
sleep is rendered insecure by the
behaviour of their offspring.)
THIS INDENTURE made the . . .
day of . . .19... between Messrs. Pater
and Mater Familias of the one part
(hereinafter called "the Lessors") and
Master Three-year-old of the other
part (hereinafter called " the Lessee ")
VVITNESSETH that in consideration
of the Lessee's covenants hereinafter
contained THE said Lessors do demise
unto the said Lessee ALL THAT
wooden tenement called and known as
"THE COT" situate and being ad-
jacent to other the two tenements of the
Lessors in the county of Beds together
with the appurtenances thereto belong-
ing TO HAVE and to occupy the same
nightly for a period of ... hours from
the day of ... 19... rent free AND
the said Lessee does hereby covenant
with the said Lessors that lie shall not
nor will without the licence and con-
sent of the said Lessors first obtained
convert or use the said tenement or
any part thereof into a pandemonium
or bear-garden nor blow any trumpet
or other musical instruments nor beat
bang or otherwise strike any drum nor
suffer the said tenement to be used or
occupied by bleating sheep talking
dolls or other nuisance AND further
that the Lessee will not during the
occupation of the said demised premises
cry whine sniff toss about sing shout
or do any act which may be or grow to
the annoyance or disturbance of the
Lessors or the occupiers or inmates
of adjoining premises PROVIDED
ALWAYS and these presents are upon
this express condition that if and when-
ever the Lessee shall fail to observe
and perform any of the covenants here-
inbefore contained it shall be lawful for
the Lessors at any time to remove and
utterly expel the said Lessee from the
said demised premises AND the
Lessors hereby covenant with the
Lessee that the Lsssee duly performing
all the covenants on the Lessee's part
shall quietly enjoy the said premises
without interference by the Lessors.
IN WITNESS whereof the said
parties to these presents have hereunto
set their hands and seals tho day and
year first above written
Signed scaled and delivered
by the above-named
in the presence of
Commercial Candour from I/.verpool.
(1) " STOCKTAKING SALE.
REDUCED.
QUALITY — STYLE — VAMJK."
(2) " 500 Dozen Ladies* Irish Linen Hem-
stitched Handkerchiefs, honestly worth 1,'G
doz. Sale price G for 1/G."
" The Rev. C. Conolly presided at a sacred
musical service given at Exton Church on
Sunday afternoon. Tho programme was of
an interesting and varied character, and com-
prised items by Miss CUsio Fradd (soprano),
Miss Nellio Drew (contralto), Mr. Reginald
Fisher (tenor), Mr. Chas. 1'rice (kiss), tho
humorous part being entrusted to Mr. NY. J.
Ho.\d." — Hampshire County Times.
The last-named gentleman must have
found it good practice for the humor-
ous part iu tho anthem that same
evening.
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PUNCH, OR THE LONDON CHARIVARI. [FEBBUABY 19, 1913.
AT THE PLAY.
" THE PRETENDERS."
ACCORDING to Mr. WILLIAM ARCHED,
who translated the play and provided
the audience with an erudite but very
Eev. Mephistopheles in the person of
Nicholas Arnesson, Bishop of Oslo.
His ruling passion, strong to the last
of life, was to promote discord in the
Kingdom of Norway, that no one man
might rise to bo the giant which he
readable " foreword " about it, a " long- 1 himself had failed to become. His
standing reproach " has been lifted from motto is not " divide et impera," but
the English stage by the tardy produc- , rather " encourage rivalry that there
tion of this opus magnum of UENRIK : may be no tri e imperator at all." Un-
IBSEN'S early career. As a feat of fortunately the original passage which
heavy-weight lifting it was a colossal gave the key to this attitude, showing,
performance, and, looking back, I am as I understand from Mr. AECHEB, that
proud to have assisted at the achieve- it was due to jealousy born of his own
ment, though at the time something of failure to win success in a world of
the physical strain communicated itself I lustier men, was omitted in the acting
l-f\ rv»ir /-VITTI-I mffa r\( an/liTvan f»o nn^f.iTi rf I Ani^tinn "Vt*t- o f f <3>« oil ITTQ o r*f* o/»/»no_
Yet, after all, we are accus-
to my own gifts of endurance, putting j edition
them to a very severe test.
I cannot doubt that, if I
had fortified myself by a pre-
vious study of the play, I
should have succeeded better
in penetrating some of its
darker purposes. But I must
still believe that the appeal of
the greatest human dramas
should be too direct to stand
in need of such preliminaries.
It is true that the broad
motives of the play, and tho
characters of its protago-
nists, were fairly intelligible ;
but some of the minor
issues were veiled (for my
eyes at least) in the mists of
obscurity. Much of this was
due to the Pretender's inde-
cision of character ; his ten-
dency to behave "like the
poor cat i" the adage " ; and,
most of all, his religious
scruples. The technical act
of sacrilege committed in his
cause by the priest, his son
— an act which
8)1*1 CStGQ tn6 — »«»,-«iiUwi tu. utivj - i « - -
full tide of his ambitions Mr. HAVILAND. " Yes, the moving staircase.'
lBSES ON ™B
ing his words as he went along ; and
even when his motives were least in
telligible, we laid the blame elsewhere,
either on IBSEN or ourselves. But ]
did not greatly care for his sing-sonf
manner. It almost seemed as if Mr
LYALL SWETE, to whom the credit is
due of a very brilliant production, hac
imparted to Mr. IRVING something o;
his own vocal methods.
Mr. BASIL GILL, who, in the charac-
ter of King Hakon, appeared once again
as " the darling of the gods," was not
a very striking personality. The Skald
of Mr. GUY BATHBONE was a sound
piece of work ; I liked the boyish en-
thusiasm of Mr. ION SWINLEY, as Peter;
and there was one great
figure, a gold-bearded " Wolf-
skin," whose identity escapes
me. But most of the minor
characters were just bar-
barously picturesque. As for
the women — Inga and Inge-
borg (I mixed these two
badly) and the rest of the
medley of female relatives —
well, these were the unre-
generate days when IBSEN had
yet to become the apostle of
the enfranchisement of the
sex. So it was their business
(or " saga," in tho slang of
the time) simply to love and
sacrifice themselves and be
overlooked. MissHELEN
HAYE stepped boldly out of
her element, but the others
served little purpose except to
add to my confusion.
The work of Mr. SIME, who
designed the costumes and
scenery, and of Mr. JOSEPH
uf u~ ""' — ~r," nr " """" HABKEK, who did the paint-
•hich apparently Mr. LAURENCE IBVWO (Skule) to Mr. WILLIAM HAVILAND (Ghost jne ,vas something
Pretender in the °f BlshaP NtcJiolas). " And you come from down yonder ? "V 1S ,,SO
Mr. HAVILAND. " Yes, the moving staircase." tha". ^Cellent But I trust
may have had some local significance
proper to the period ; but a stupendous
world-tragedy ought surely to turn on
something a little more cosmic.
Apart from its two remarkable studies
of character and their interaction the
virtue of the play lies in certain isolated
passages, such as that between Skule,
the Pretender, and the Skald, or the
former's welcome of his new-found son.
The earlier of these passages, illustra-
tive of the familiar thought to which
other poets, gives
"By thine own tears thy song must tears
beget — "
is marked by great literary beauty. But
such relief comes rarely "in a play that
is primarily a drama of character tested
in action.
The most popular figure with the
audience was that of a sort of Eight
ROSSETTI, among
utterance —
tomed to accept the Devil's motives
without too much scrutiny, and so the
character of the deplorable old prelate
stands out clear enough.
There was a dramatic moment when,
in the very article of death, he has the
letter burned which alone could prove
whether the King, Hakon Hakonsson,
had any right to his regal surname.
He achieves his object — to leave the
Pretender a legacy of insoluble doubt
—but it involved a cruel disappoint-
ment for the curiosity of the audience,
who never got at its contents.
The old heathen took an unconscion-
able time about his dying ; but it was
a great scene, and Mr. WILLIAM HAVI-
LAND, who played the part, deserved
his triumph.
Mr. LAURENCE IRVING'S performance
as Skule was most thoughtful and con-
scientious. He had the air of compos-
it didn't cost too much
for I cannot hope that there will be a
very brisk market for this brave enter-
prise, though the piety of loyal IBSEN-
ITES should carry things on for a bit.
O. S.
-
From a calendar :
" Friday, February 7th.
Rhubarb may be forced outdoors."
Personally, whenever we see a piece of
rhubarb indoors we force it out — no
matter what the date.
' ' The crocodile possesses . . . eyes and ears
which enable it to hold its prey under water
and drown it, without any inconvenience to
itself." — Empire Magazine.
We picture to ourselves the great
saurian (good /) clinging to a drowning
antelope with its eyelids, what time
it breathes rapidly under water through
its ears.
FEBRUARY 19, 1913.]
PUNCH, 0R THE LONDON CHARIVARI.
151
LAND HUNGER."
Sportsman. "HULLOA, COLONEL, BEEN BOLLKQ IN THE MUD?"
Colonel. " WELL, THEY SEEM so ANXIOUS TO TAKE MY LAND AWAY FROM MB, I THOUGHT I MIGHT AS WELL HATH A LITTLB o»
SOMEONE ELSE'S I "
OUR BOOKING-OFFICE.
(By Mr. Punch's Staff of Learned Clerics.)
I DO not consider Mr. DESMOND COKE has been quite fail-
to me. Helena, of Helena Brett's Career (CHAPMAN AND
HALL), is a nice girl and a clever, as witness her feat of
writing a sort of a diary of which unscrupulous, well-fed
Blatchley, the publisher, sold 30,000 copies in eight weeks.
Yet she did not in the first five minutes see through the
man she married — Hubert, the novelist — as the fatuous
egoist he was. Geoffrey Alison, the artist, calls him some-
where a something "swine." This seemed to hit the matter
off rather aptly if untactfully, and when, having conscien-
tiously sought and failed to find mitigating circumstances,
1 had finally accepted Alison's pr6cis, To, Hubert, the worm,
goes and turns and admits the stark impeachment even in
the very terms of Alison's accusation. "But swine like
me," he begins, and goes on to make so abject a confession
as to rouse one's pity almost to the point of saying, " Oh,
not at all." And this I call distinctly unfair, because he is
a beast (if you assume him credible), and Helena cannot
possibly have failed to see through him and still have
remained Helena. And it is all very ill of Mr. COKE to
pretend otherwise. Then, again, Hubert's sister Ruth,
going or driven away, a tactless, fussy stage-spinster, how
can she come back, after no sufficient adventure or dis-
cipline that we hear of, so discerning and so pleasantly
different? No, our novelist conceals all motives and pro-
cesses, only giving the alleged facts ; and I don't call this
playing the game. I suppose what I really mean is that
I expected something much better from Mr. DESMOND COKE.
I cannot help being thankful that I am not one of the
characters in a story by Mr. HUGH WALPOLE. They do
have such a remarkably poor time of it. An atmosphere
of hatred and gloom appears to surround them from birth ;
persons are continually beating and ill-using them, and
they can never love a'nything approaching a dear gazelle
without its being quite sure to pine away in the earliest
possible chapter. This certainly is what happens to
Peter Westcott, the hero of Fortitude (SECKEK). To drop
flippancy, hero is a book about which, now that I have
read it with great care, I am wholly unable to form a
judgment that shall be expressed by any reasonable number
of adjectives. It seems to me by turns grim and gloomy
and powerful ; here and there are passages of real and
singular beauty, followed by whole chapters that are merely
artificial and unconvincing. It has, I believe, been com-
pared to the work of DICKENS ; and indeed it would be easy
for the curious to trace out a parallel between its charac-
ters and those in David Copperfield, which would sound
astonishingly complete. Yet no two books could well be
more unlike in spirit. I have indicated that I found Mr.
WALPOLE'S tale unequal. The Cornish parts impressed me
enormously. All the early chapters that treat of Scaw
House, and the influence upon Peter of its tradition of cruelty
and degradation, are wonderfully forcible. And the end,
when, after years of striving and apparent defeat, he comes
back prepared to give in and accept the curse, provides, un-
foreseen, one of the most genuine "creeps" that I have met.
It is in Peter's intervening life that I am sometimes sus-
picious that Mr. WAI/POLE is tormenting him, as his father
did, more out of malice than for truth's sake. Fate here
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PUNCH, OR THE LONDON CHARIVARI. [FBHHUABY 19, 1913.
seemed a little self-conscious. But tho book remains,
however regarded, a notable achievement.
It is not often that one comes across a piece of coastline
of whicn tho mere subsoil is worth two hundred pounds
a ton for export, by reason of its containing wolframite,
known amongst tho knowing as W02. When one does,
it is tiresome enough to find another fellow there already
exporting that subsoil as fast as ho can. It would be
difficult to think of a more convenient way of dealing with
this other fellow than that of blowing him up, himself, his
assistants, his head offices and all, with an adequate
charge of picric acid and an electric fuse — a method which
has the double advantage of eliminating one trade competitor
and putting off others. But for myself, if I had the picric
acid carefully arranged and the electric fuse timed to
work punctually at 10 P.M., I should hesitate to keep an
appointment at the doomed office anywhere near that hour.
Van Noppen was quite in order in making the appointment,
for that ensured the presence of the right people in the right
place at the right time ;
but his mistake, his ele-
mentary mistake, lay in
keeping it. Otherwise
WO, (METHUEN) is
quite the most con-
vincing tale of scoundrel
adventure that I have
read for a long time.
I seemed to have lost
the capacity for being
excited, mystified, de-
voted to heroes, dis-
tressed by villains and
kept up past midnight
to see things put right.
Mr. MAURICE DRAKE,
however, in his dashing,
breezy style, has ena-
moured me again of my
old love, the drama in
which one watches,
breathless, the progress
of events and is not
FORGOTTEN DEEDS OP VALOUR.
A vrrr,L-MEAKino BUT TACTLESS VISITOP. DIUWB THE ATTENTION OP BENVENUTO
CELLINI TO AN ANATOMICAL EKROK IN ONE OF nis MASTEHPIECES.
•worried with the too minute analysis of motive and
character. There is so natural a charm in his picture
of the good ship, Luck and Charity, that I am forced to
assume that he is a sailor himself, and the crudeness of
his brief digression into female suffrage, so far from
irritating, pleasantly confirms me in that belief. We
like our seamen to bo boisterous, sturdy and downright,
thorough masters of their own subject and, if not frankly
ignorant of, at least not too conversant with, the subtleties
of domestic politics. And a man of the sea, most em-
phatically, is this author.
There is a popular belief — to which I have never altogether
subscribed — that fifty per cent, of the Russian people are
anarchists, and it is interesting to find that the popular
belief is wrong. So far as I am able to estimate after
reading Mr. ROTHAY REYNOLDS'S book, My Russian Year
(MILLS AND BOON), sixty per cent, would be nearer the
mark, if not seventy. They are not all fierce, militant
anarchists. Some are very nice, though they are the real
tiling at heart. Mr. REYNOLDS depicts Russians of whom
almost anything seems possible. You may find among
the peasants the Anglo-Saxon serf. There are pilgrims
belonging to the age of the Crusades. There are those who
hold religious views belonging to the reign of ELIZABETH.
Society is full of the artificialities of the time of Louis XIV.
There are aristocrats and citizens in the best eighteenth-
century manner. In certain classes there is an amazing
culture. Cooking is French "perfected by the influence of
the higher culinary thought of the country," and yet dinner
may be anywhere between one and eight. Intertwined
with all this there is in operation a process of levelling —
both down and up. And over all there seems to hang the
shadow of tragedy which a knife or a pistol shot or a bomb
may at any moment make a reality. I give thus, I am
afraid, a very superficial idea of what this excellent book
has to say, and no idea at all of the entertaining way in
which it says it. But there is too much in it for a summary.
It is the best work of its kind I have seen for years.
The Finger of Mr. Bice (JOHN LANE) is a new humorous
novel, by a new humorous writer, Mr. PETER BLUNDELL,
in a new setting — a tropical island. To dissect a joke must
always be a dark and dreadful task ; the hardest thing,
therefore, that I propose to say about Mr. BLUNDELL'S wit
is that it is at times less
original and striking
than its sotting. H:s
characters, especially
the nautical ones, have
obviously sat at the sea-
boots of Mr. W. JACOBS
and not come empty
away. But if their in-
terchange of pleasant-
ries and "scores" has
a familiar ring, there
are other persons in the
tale — the half-caste
hero and the shore
society of the islands —
that are both new and
welcome. When Mr.
BLUNDELL isn't bother-
ing to be funny, and
lets himself go in a
picture, for example,
of a steamer's engine-
room at sea, or any
one of a dozen sketches of life in a tropical township,
he is at his very good best, sure, vivid, and picturesque.
It would be quite impossible hero to trace in detail the
varied adventures of Harold Blec, Eurasian clerk and
(unofficial) pawn in the dispute between tho two rival chiefs
of Jallagar — the Commandant's lady and the wife of the
steamship agent. This shows you in a sentence the
character of the tale and most of its plot. The latter
culminates, after the approved model, in a scene of uproar-
ious farce at the official garden party given by Mrs.
Commandant on the occasion of the King's birthday.
Personally, I should have enjoyed the party better without
the farce, but this is my own affair. Both are agreeable of
their kind. ==^===
The Worst Joke of the Month.
In the International speed-skating race of 1,500 metres
at Stockholm, IPPOLITOFF was only second. What they
are all asking in Russia to-day is " Why didn't Ippolitoff ? "
" It was in a little country town in tho West of Englrmd, and Jlr*.
Goodman, excellent citizen and kind-hearted ma, allowed himself to bo
chosen mayor for tho fourth time." — Minneapolis Evening Journal.
The second misprint was a noble feat of consistency
on the part of the compositor. A pity he couldn't have
rounded it off with " herself."
Fi:m:uARY 26. 1913.]
PUNCH, OR THE LONDON CHARIVARI.
153
CHARIVARIA.
Now that the town council has issued
an order that no strap-hanger in a tram-
cur need pay a fare, it is a real pleasure
to oli-servo the renaissance of chivalry
in Chicago. Men who used to go to
earth behind evening papers on tho
entrance of a woman now spring to
tlieirfcot in platoons without a moment's
hesitation. * *
*
In tho same city there is at present a
scarcity of funds such as has not been
known since the great fire. According
to tho reports, even tho police depart-
ment is pressed for money. And
when one remembers the ingenuity of
American police - forces in raising the
wind such a statement
nies highly impres-
sive. * *
At a recent show a
new kind of dog was
exhibited. One of its
points was that its feet
o longer and larger
than those of any Eng-
lish breed. Almost cer-
tainly one of the police-
dogs of which we hear
so much.
*
Mr. ALLEN BAKER,
M.P., speaking at a
dinner last week, said
that tho phrase, " the
quick and tho dead,"
was applicable to motor-
omnibuses. The quick
were those who dodged
them; the dead were
those who did not. Next
week Mr. BAKER will tell a now and
diverting story about a curate and an
('gg- *,*
After sitting for fifty-four days, the
Kolb vulture at the Zoo hatched
out a chick, which it promptly ate.
Kncouraged by this episode, the au-
thorities hope that in time the Kolb
vulture may become self-supporting.
* *
5r
News reaches us of a snail in the
same collection which, according to
tho report, camo out of its shell and
crawled about uncovered. And we had
hoped that tho Salome craze was gone.
$ '','•
A Bill has passed the Nevada State
legislature, by which persons wishing
for a divorce are compelled to stay in
Reno six full months, instead of three,
isin the brave old days ; and a stampede
>f American citizens is expected hourly
.11 the direction of Chinese Turkestan,
.vhci-3 a bill of divorce is written out
at the same time that a marriago is
celebrated. ^ „
*
Asbestos pockets for tho accommo-
dation of lighted pipes and cigars have
been invented by an American tailor.
Also useful for tho modera novel.
* *
According to tho Times, the general
earliness of Spring is a cause of anxiety
to the earnest gardener. Wo did not
know that there were any earnest
gardeners at this time of the year. Wo
thought they had all knocked off work
to listen for the February cuckoo.
* *
#
In Devonshire, however, they have
definitely given it up. " Even if the
cuckoo has not actually been heard,"
Weighty Novice. "TALK ABOUT STEF.IIING rs CROWDED BOOMS! I SEEMED TO
DROP INTO IT AT ONCE."
writes a Devonian correspondent of an
evening paper, " I have just seen a fine
specimen of tho tortoise-shell butter-
fly." This craven spirit ill becomes
the men of Devon.
* *
*
Complaints have been made of the
'"disreputable appearance" of the grave-
diggers present at funerals at Fulham
Cemetery, and, in addition to being
provided with a suitable uniform, it is
understood that they are to be sent in
batches to the next play at tho St.
James's Theatre, in order that they
may acquire an ideal, at any rate, with
regard to the trouser-leg.
:;: ;;:
Two Territorials have been fined for
non-attendance at training, their defence
being that the sound of firing gave
them a headache. Unless the enemy,
in the event of an invasion, consent to
use air-guns, or somebody invents
noiseless powder, we see no way .out of
this impa-sse.
Mr. JOHN N. RAPHAEL told in a
lecture last week the story of how
Clor.xoD, having a bad bilious attack,
sat down at tho piano and set it to
music. We think this must have been
the piece wo heard at a concert not
long ago, though GOUNOD'S name was
not attached to it on the programme.
* *
Questioned concerning tho bomb
outrage at Walton Heath, an official of
tho Women's Social and Political Union
said : " It might have been done as a
joke." Ono has, of course, to I o in t'ie
mood to appreciate this kind of genial
fun. Once you see it, you laugh
heartily. „. #
•
Man the Brute. Within a few
months, tho wife and
three daight3rs of a
resident in Pottsvillo,
Pa., U.S.A., have under-
gone operations for ap-
pendicitis. " The head
of the family, "adds our
informant, " says he is
enjoying perfect
health." He might at
least have had the tact
to pretend that he had
toothache.
* *
*
A very poor time of it
prisoners in America
seem to have. Mr.
BOOROHIEB made us
familiar with the Third
Degree of the New York
police ; and now comes
the news that, during
trials in the Danville,
Kentucky, police court,
music will be played on
tho piano while the accused are testi-
fying— the idea being that it will " break
down the stubborn wills of prisoners."
For ourselves, rather than maintain our
innocence in rag-time, we would plead
guilty from the start.
*...*
A football match in Scotland had to
be stopped the other day because the
cro%vd, annoyed at a decision of the
referee, broke on to the field in a solid
mass and refused to go back again.
Surely it would have been sufficient
for Scotland to refuse to play football
with France because of the violence of
the French spectators, without going
to the length of showing them how
that sort of thing should really be
done in style.
" MoTOK-BiKE, complete, less engine, frame,
tank, coil, saddle, handlebar, tyres, etc.,
£i 5s."—Advl. in " Motor Cycling."
Too expensive. We simply can't pay
£4 5s. for .the hooter.
VOL. CXLTV.
PUNCH, OR THE LONDON CHARIVARI. [FEDBOABY 26, 1913.
HOW TO SAVE ENGLAND ON THE CHEAP.
Colonel SEVLT addresses the National Reserve.
[No sort of ridicule is hero aimed at the good fellows who, without
l>a\mt'iit, have pledged themselves to serve in the nation's dcfmcc
and have been refused even the dignity of a uniform in recognition of
the new order of chivalry.]
in your country's ranks enrolled,
This is indeed a sight that cheers — -
These serried lines composed of old
Eegulars, Tars, and Volunteers !
I hear that, when the foeman's hordes come on,
If we have not at once dismissed "em
You are prepared to render aid upon
The voluntary system.
That system, beautifully framed
To glorify spontaneous work,
Making the others feel ashamed — •
The loafers who elect to shirk —
Long since has been our purest, fairest prida;
Under its sway the Empire waxes
(Many indeed would have the rule applied
To things like rates and taxes).
Should ever England, by mistake,
Demand of all her sons alike
A common sacrifice to make,
And learn in her defence to strike,
If you will credit me, the soldiers' friend,
Grown old in service, old and hoary,
That day, as I predict, will see the end
Of our rough Island story.
Men of the National Reserve !
When Armageddon puts a strain
Even upon the veteran's nerve
Beneath the bullets' steady rain,
Grateful for any help where things are warm,
My Government will give permission
To each of you to have a uniform,
A rifle and some ammunition !
Meanwhile, you jnust forgo your needs,
Content, until the actual scrap, *
To march unarmed in motley weedsr
Beaver and billycock and cap. •!
,Why not? I too. in civil guise have dressed,
Yet looked extremely smart and dapper,
For still the warrior in me shone confessed
Clean through the outside wrapper.
Be patient, then, as you are brave !
Two patriot courses you must keep:
You have your country's life to save,
' And you must do it on the cheap ;
We, for our part, will look with kindly cyo
On any service offered freely,
Like yours who gratis undertake to die
For England, home, and SEELY. O. S.
1 ' Briseis Tin.— Aninterim dividend of Gd. per share has been declared.
Briseis Tin.— An interim dividend of 6d. per share has been declared. ' '
Su.iday Times.
Making Is. altogether. It is well to break the good news
gently.
"The Eskimos are suffering from contact with European traders,
and are rapidly dying off from measles. Mr. Steffansson urges the
Government to send a number of mounted police to the district to
protect the natives from disease." — Manclu-ster Guardian.
We picture a policeman " moving on " a couple of measles,
and finally arresting them for loitering.
WHEN WAR BECOMES IMPOSSIBLE.
IT was the severest form of warfare — street fighting.
Moreover there were no uniforms, no trappings of military
organisation. The combatants were in every nonconformity
of civilian dress ; and they were mere boys. But as I
watched I thought of BUSKIN'S words on the ennobling
influence of war. For it had been raining; yet some of
the attackers lay prone on the wet pavement and even in
the road.
The fight was raging round the playground entrance of
the school where but a little while before there had been
peace and order and the elementary education which fits
boys and girls to be citizens. The noise of battle echoed
in the street where the little girls had only just gone
swarming home with jocund shouts.
For a moment the firing had lulled. The attackers
were creeping up for a final rush. They hugged the
houses- that stood flush with the playground wall. The
defenders, too, contemplated- some counter-movement ; and
every now and then the great iron gate in the wall was
opened slightly for a reconnaissance. Still the attackers
crept'closer and closer, their crouching figures suggesting
something about to spring. It was the supreme moment.
I was quite close ; and I could hear their leaders explain-
ing the plan of attack and exhorting them to brave
deeds. Occasionally the rank and file answered back — •
short, bitten words of suggestion. Discipline was forgotten,
such was the tension.
Then suddenly the great iron gate swung open. The
defenders swarmed out. Instantly the attackers hurled
themselves forward. The rattle of firing broke out again.
The two forces met and intermingled in an awful melee.
The firing increased. Figures lay on the pavement com-
paratively still.
"• Amid the tumult of combatants I watched two — a thin
enthusiast and a short fleshy boy.
The enthusiast charged at the other, pistol levelled.
Bang ! Bang ! " You 're killed, Bill Smiff ! "
VNo, I ain't!".
" Yes, y'ar ! "
Tba enthusiast put his arms, round Smith, meaning to;
deposit him firmly upon the pavement, as was the custom
with the unwilling slain. — •
Smith wriggled away, refusing last aid. " I tell you I
ain't going to be killed."
" Well; then, be wounded," suggested the other.
"Na-oh!" Smith's hands dug into the pockets of his
knickers.
Then the other lifted up his voice amid the din of battle
— a shrill cry that pierced the noise of firing and the cries
of combatants.
" I say, Bill Smiff won't be killed ; and I fired at him
twice ! "
The effect of the words was instantaneous. True, the
fury of the encounter was on the wane, but that did not
explain the immediate cessation of hostilities. The fight
stopped. The killed and wounded, lying on the pavement,
raised their heads to see what was happening ; some even
got up. Everywhere combatants stood in all attitudes of
arrested action. The accusation against Bill Smith shrilled
out again. " I fired at him twice — close; and he won't be
killed ! "
" No, nor yet wounded," announced Smith. " Not on a
wet day like this. It 's silly." And he marched off.
There was a moment of general bewilderment. But
when I left, the combatants had fraternised; some
were even exchanging percussion caps for things out of a
paper bag.
PUNCH, OB THE LONDON CHARIVARI.— FEBRUARY 26. 1913.
-fc
ANOTHER CONFEEENCE OF LONDON.
*° thr°W Open the h°Spitabl° doors of St' Jamcs'B
FEBRUARY 20, 1913.]
PUNCH, OR TIIK LONDON CHARIVARI.
157
ACIDULATED GOLF.
•DON'T KNOW now TO TIAY THIS, CADDIE? "
•WHY, YOU'VE GOT A GKASD USE, Sin. FOLLOW THE S. THE OTHEB GENTLEMAN'S BUNKEHED ix THE E."
THE JILTED NUT.
I AM not an eavesdropper; but now
and then drops are, so to speak, eaved
upon one, and that is what happened
to mo last evening at the Eayon de
So'.eil, the latest of the little Soho
restaurants. I was sitting there alone,
waiting for a friend, and at the next
table was a young man moodily eyeing
alternately a bottle and the door. Four
things about him were evident : that he
was what is called a nut ; that he was
drinking more than he ought ; that he
ha:l something oa his mind; and
that he was expecting a companion.
Suddenly his appearance brightened,
for the companion arrived, a nut also ;
and it was then that, in spite of any
effort to avoid it that I might have
made, his confidences became mine ;
for the Eayon de Soleil tables are
extremely near together and his voice,
naturally loud and nutty, was rendered
still louder by the alcohol robbing his
perceptions of their edge. As my friend
did not arrive to distract m?, I am in a
position to set down the young man's
words almost exactly as he spok« them ;
and I trust I commit no indiscretion in
doing so. Should he ever read this
page (and ho did not look like a lover
of print) ho can rest assured that I
wish him all happiness ; that there is
too little description to give him away;
and that so many of his kind arc turned
down by so many of her kind that he
could always deny his own identity.
He rose to his fact to greet his friend
and dropped back into his chair. On
the table, I should say, was only a
bottle, nothing to cat. " My dear
man," he said, holding the other's hand
in an emotional grip for a whole minute,
" what a trump you are to come like
this ! Infernal good luck of mine getting
on to you. I never was in such need
of sympathy. My engagement 's broken
off."
The oilier nut whistled. " I didn't
know it was an engagement," ho said.
" \Vo!l, no," said the first nut, "it
waiu't exactly, but fundamentally it
was. We both understood each other.
But this afternoon she told me to con-
sider it at an end. It 's completely
broken me up, eld man. I haven't been
able to eat a morsel of food; I 've just
been sitting here in despair. She was
on the stage, you know, but a good
girl. I '11 swear she was a good girl,
and fundamentally she loved me. I
believe she loves me still — fundament-
ally. Of course it was awkward — her
j being on the stage. My people would
have made an awful dust about it ;
they 'd have never given their consent ;
but now it 'a all over. Of course I
shall have to go away — I don't know
where, but right away ; but I want to
get drunk first. You don't mind mo
: getting drunk, old man? I want to
get furiously drunk. How much have
you got ? I 've only got six shillings.
I 've already had two liqueurs and now
I 've got this Burgundy. I tried trj eat
some soup, but I couldn't. Fundament-
j ally I 'm sure she loves mo. I 'd like
to talk to some woman about it all ;
they 're so rippingly sympathetic ; but
so are you, and that 's why I rang you
up. You 're all right ; but women are
best. Do you mind if I order another
bottle? Fundamentally I swear she
loves me."
"For Sale Tasmanian Opossum Carriage or
Motor rug, 1 rge sizo containing 30 skins 14
tails. Cost £15 guineas tako'1'2; new never
been used. Apply ' Opossum Office of this
paper.' " — Advt.in " Daily Malta Chronicle."
The buildings of our contemporary —
with an "Opossum Oflice," "Jerboa
Department," " Weasel Section," etc.,
for each different class of reader — are
supposed to be the best equipped in all
^he newspaper world.
She is so
THE SILK UMBRELLA;
OR,
SELF-SACHIFICE ON THE STAGE.
[Four jieople are seated in a large
drawiiKj-room. They should wear
a worried look, and Elizabeth, the
young heroine, should give an
occasional gaxp. Henry Ashton,
the stern solicitor, might have a
break in his voice; his brother
Edward must not yawn ; the Elderly
Matron is a symbolical figure
and sliould remain in the back-
ground.
Elizabeth. I am innocent : I repeat
t, I am innocent.
Henry Ashton. Alas, your guilt is
obvious. Why these denials ? I can-
not spare you.
Elderly" Matron. Oh, do!
young.
Henry Ashton. Im-
possible. It is Lady
MacVicar' s umbrella
and she insists on pro-
secuting.
Elderly Matron. But
Elizabeth is your guest !
Henry Ashton. I
cannot help that. So
is Lady MacVicar. She
throws herself on my
protection and her be-
longings are sacred.
Besides, I am in a
position of trust ; I am
a town councillor. I
took an oath — I swore
— I swore — at least I
entered into an engage-
ment of some kind. I
have a duty to Society ;
at any cost to my
feelings I must perform it. The police
are even now on their way.
[Enter Percy Ashton, Henry's eldest
son, immaculately dressed, with
green spats.
Percy (aside}. "What is this? Eliza-
beth accused of theft? I must save
her at all costs ; I will sacrifice myself,
my family, my father, my chance of
getting into the Foreign Office. (Aloud)
Elizabeth is innocent. I will tell you
tho truth. The culprit is here, he is
me— I mean, I am him. Anyhow, I
took the umbrella.
All (in tones of horror). You?
Percy (rather crossly). Yes, me.
[Elizabeth gives him a grateful look.
Henry Ashton. Percy, what do I
hear? Have I been drinking, or is this
true ? Was it for this I sent you to an
academy for young gentlemen — (great
emphasis on last word) — and afterwards
to Marlborough and Wadham? Is
this your start in life ? Alas, if I could
have"foreseen this I would have lent you
the half-crown you wanted ; I would
have lent you five shillings ; but I can
say no more ; I am no public speaker.
[Buries his face in his hands.
All (very heartily). Oh, Percy!
Percy (doggedly). All is over. I will
go and change. [Exit.
Henry Ashton. I must go and see
Lady MaeVicar and offer her a new
umbrella.
[Exit.
[James, the second son, rushes in. lie
is the sportsman of the family.
James. Oh, here you are ! They told
me you were in the billiard-room. How
dare you accuse Elizabeth of theft?
She is innotent, I would lay any odds
on it. Besides, I know who did it.
(In a burst of enthusiasm) I did it.
[Elizabeth gives him a grateful look.
All (surprised). You took the um-
brella?
Proud Owner. "Off COUBSE, THIS is ONLY VILLAGE-WOBK,
WAIT TILL WE GET DOT INTO THE OPEN."
Edward Ashton. But I don't quite
understand. Percy—
Elderly Matron (whispering). Hush,
hush. Elizabeth's character must be
cleared at all costs.
Edward Ashton. True. (Reflectively)
And it may be another umbrella.
Well, James, all I can say is —
[Looks up and finds that James has
left the room, gives a sigh of relief,
and is silent. Next moment Henry
Ashton returns, followed by Police-
Sergeant.
Sergeant (very genially). Good morn-
ing, Sir. I hear you have a charge of
theft for us ?
[Henry Ashton's third son, Adol-
phus, rustics in. He is the artist
of the family.
Adolphus. Stop, stop, she is inno-
cent ! I give myself up. I took the
umbrella. (Immense sensation. All rise
in astonishment. Elizabeth gives him
a grateful look.) It was a sudden
temptation; I fell into it at once. I
forget the details, but I know that
I took the umbrella, and my conscience
has never ceased to upbraid me. For-
give me. I will devote the rest of my
life to making amends.
[Percy and James, the former in a pair
of dove-coloured spats, return and
hear the end of his speech ; they
draw Adolphus aside.
Percy. Don't talk nonsense, Adol-
phus. I have already confessed.
James. You ? But so have I.
Adolphus. Don't be absurd. I have
sacrificed myself.
Percy and James. So have we.
Adolphus. We must agree on some-
thing ; somebody must withdraw.
Edward (coming up to them). Perhaps
you all did it ?
Percy, James, Adolphus (hesitating).
Yes, we suppose so.
Henry Ashton. You
all took it? All my
sons thieves !
Edward (in a solemn
voice). Henry, it is the
Ashton inheritance.
[All sit down heavily.
A moment's silence
and then Lady
MacVicar, stout,
fashionable and
flurried, comes in.
Lady MacVicar. I'm
extremely sorry. I owe
you all, and especially
this dear girl, a thou-
sand apologies. I
have found my um-
brella. Here it is.
[Waves it in tlie air.
All (stupefied). Found
it!
Lady Mac Vicar. Yes ;
OLD CHAP. You
it had got behind the dressing-table.
I don't know why I took it into my
room.
Elizabeth (struggling to master her
indignation). Oh!
Percy, James, Adolphus. Then we are
innocent.
Henry Ashton (with emphasis). As
innocent as babes.
Edward. I see it all, my boys. You
are heroes. You were willing to sacri-
fice yourselves for one another and for
Elizabeth. How sublime you were!
But I will not be behind you. I too
will sacrifice myself. Elizabeth, will
you marry me ?
Elizabeth. Yes.
[Edward falls to the ground, breaking
the umbrella.
CUETAIN.
Mistaken Kindness.
"We also trace Missing Friends, Relatival
or Creditors for tho same initial fees."
Advt. in South African Paper.
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NO REPLIES NEEDED.
' NOTICING a revival in certain of his
contemporaries of the favourite olc
device of suggesting scandal by ques-
tion, Mr. Punch, who hates to bo out
of tho movement, has arranged with a
knowing hand, who is behind most oi
the scenes and is always on tho qm
(hole) viw, to provide him with a
similar article. May it have much
success in provoking curiosity not un-
mixed with the worst suspicions 1
OUB ONE IDEA IS TO ASCERTAIN' —
Whether the young nobleman who
last week removed a silver- headed
umbrella from the club at which he
was lunching was really unaware that
it was not his own ?
And, if so, how it was that it
found its way so quickly to a dealer
in secondhand umbrellas not a hun-
dred miles from Tottenham Court
Eoad ?
How long it will bo before Her Grace
answers the letter from the Eural Dean,
and what she will say when she does ?
If the Duko knows ?
And why he sent such a long way
for a money-order last week, when the
village post-office is only just by the
park gates?
When the subaltern intends to re-
cover from the severe attack of influenza
which has kept him in town so long,
and return to his regiment? .•
Who was responsible for San Bonitos
falling two points one morning "last
week and rising six in the same after-
noon ?
And, if a certain pretty little lady not
unknown to the stallites of a West-End
io«se.of musical comedy profited at
all by the transaction ?
And, if she did, whether she put the
money into another sealskin or paid off'
a part, at any rate, of her debt to a
'amous modtste whoso China tea seems
,o have such an attraction for her
:lients? '.
How it is that when canard d la
vressc was ordered at a well-known
restaurant on Sunday evening only
)ne party was served, and what the
Management would say if all the facts
were brought to their notice ?
What a certain peer would pay to
•enow for certain that these facts were
lushed up for ever ?
Who is responsible for the story now
joing the rounds concerning a well-
known Society Beauty and the Batter-
sea Dogs' Home ?
Why the Naval officer did not hit the
nan back but contented himself with
wing shaved ?
Why so many young men of fashion
ve been up the Monument of late?
V
•7. '•'
MUTUAL SUSPICION.
THE CLUE.
(A Walton Heath Eeflection.)
TIME was wlien, walking in the street,
Or sitting in, a. room,
A simple sight my glance would greet
And chase away my gloom.
A bit of bifurcated wire
That thrilled me to the core
And fanned a flame of tender fire —
A hairpin, nothing more.
'. fain would guess what plait or curl
Had cast its shackle free,
And conjured up a charming girl,
For all were fair to me.
But, young or old or plain or fair,
I knew, in any case,
\ woman's presence had been there
And sanctified the place..
0 Dead Sea fruit upon the bough 1
0 false and perjured promise 1
When I espy a hairpin now
1 wonder where the bomb is.
Whole -time Occupations. No. 1.
"Is THEKE A BABOMKTKU IN YOUR HALL?
Tho daily observation of a Barometer is a
serviceable, interesting, and pleasure-giving
occupation."
Adi't. in " Westminster Gazette."
All the same, there are times in England
when the observation of the barometer
is not really very exhilarating.
"Thus a boy working at carpentering would
be interested in learning about the different
kinds ol words he employed."
Educational Review.
For instance, when the chisel slipped
suddenly, you would tell him that the
word he employed was derived from a-
small Indian coin.
160
PUNCH, OR THE LONDON CHARIVARI. [FEBBUABY 26, 1913.
WINTER SPORT.
IV.— THOMAS, AND A TURN.
MYRA finished her orange, dried her
hands daintily on my handkerchief and
spoke her mind.
"This is the third time," she said,
"that Thomas has given us the slip.
If he gets engaged to that girl in red I
shall cry."
"There are," I said, idly throwing a
crust at Simpson and missing him,
" engagements and Swiss engagements
— just as there are measles and German
measles. It is well known that Swiss
engagements don't count."
" We got engaged in Kent. A bit of
luck."
" I have nothing against Miss
Aylwyn," I went on —
" Except the way she does her hair."
" — but she doesn't strike me as being
the essential Babbit. We cannot admit
her to the — er — fold."
" The covey," suggested Myra.
The warren. Anyhow, she
Simpson, for goodness' sake stop fooling
about with your bearded friend and
tell us what you think of it all."
We were finishing lunch in the lee
of a little chalet, high above the hotel,
and Simpson had picked up an acquaint-
ance with a goat, which he was appar-
ently, trying to conciliate with a piece
of chocolate. The goat, however,
seemed to want a piece of Simpson.
" My dear old chap, he won't go
away. Here — shoo! shoo! I wish I
knew what his name was."
"Ernest," said Myra.
" I can't think why you ever got into
such a hirsute set, Simpson. He prob-
ably wants your compass. -Give it to
him and let him --withdraw."
Era«et,*having'decrded that Simpson
was net worth knowing, withdrew, and
we resumed our conversation.
" When -we elderly married folk have
retired," I went on, "and you gay young
bachelors ^sit up over a last cigar to
discuss your conquests, has not Thomas
unbent to you, Samuel, and told you of
his hopes and fears ? "
" He told me last night he was afraid
he was going bald, and he said he
hoped he wasn't."
"That's a bad sign," said Myra.
" What did you say ? "
" I said I thought he was."
With some difficulty I. got up from
my seat in the snow and buckled on
my skis.
" Come on, let 's forget Thomas for a.
bit. Samuel is now going to show us
the Christiania Turn."
Simpson, all eagerness, began to pre-
pare himself.
"I said I would, didn't I? I was
doing it quite well yesterday. This is
a perfect little slope for it. You under-
stand the theory of it, don't you? "
" We hope to after the exhibition."
" Well, the great thing is to lean the
opposite way to the way you think you
ought to lean. That's what's so diffi-
cult." i
"You understand, Myra? Samuel
will lean the opposite way to what he
thinks he ought to lean. Tell Ernest."
" But suppose you think you ought
to lean the proper way, the way , they
do in Christiania," said Myra, " and
you lean the opposite way, then what
happens ? "
" That is what Samuel will probably
show us," I said.
Simpson was now ready.
"I am going to turn to the left," he
said. " Watch carefully. Of course I
may not bring it off the first time."
"I can't help thinking you will,"
said Myra.
" It depends what you call bringing
it off," I said. " We have every hope
of — I mean we don't think our money
will be wasted. Have you got the
opera-glasses and the peppermints and
the programme, darling ? Then you
may begin, Samuel."
Simpson started down the slope a
little unsteadily. For one moment I
feared that there might be an accident
before the real accident, but he re-
covered himself nobly and sped to the
bottom. Then a cloud of snow shot
up, and for quite a long time there was
no Simpson.
" I knew he wouldn't disappoint us," .
gurgled Myra.
We slid down to him and helped
him up.
" You see the idea," he said. " I 'm
afraid I spoilt it a little at that end,
but "
"My dear Samuel, you improved it
out of all knowledge."
" But that actually is the Christiania
Turn."
" Oh, why don't we live in Christi-
ania ? " exclaimed Myra to me.
" Couldn't we possibly afford it ? "
" It must be a happy town," I agreed.
" How the old streets must ring and
ring again with jovial laughter."
" Shall I do it once more ? "
" Can you ? " said Myra, clasping her
hands eagerly.
"Wait here," said Samuel, " and I '11
do it quite close to you."
Myra unstrapped her camera.
Half-an-hour later, with several
excellent films of the scene of the catas-
trophe, we started for home. It was
more than a little steep, but the run
down was accomplished without any
serious trouble. Simpson went first
to discover any hidden ditches (and to
his credit be it said that he invariably
discovered them) ; Myra, in the position
of safety in the middle, profited by
Samuel's frequent object-lessons ; while
I, at the back, was ready to help Myra
up, if need arose, or to repel any
avalanche which descended on us from
above. On the level snow at the bottom
we became more companionable.
" We still haven't settled the great
Thomas question," said Myra. " What
about to-morrow ? "
" Why bother about to-morrow ?
Carpe diem. Latin."
" But the great tailing expedition is
for to-morrow. The horses are ordered ;
everything is prepared. Only one thing
remains to settle. Shall we have with
us a grumpy but Aylwynless Thomas,
or shall we let him bring her and spoil
the party ? "
" She can't spoil the party. I 'm here
to enjoy myself, and all Thomas's
fiancies can't stop me. Let 's have
Thomas happy, anyway."
" She 's really quite a nice girl," said
Simpson. " I danced with her once."
" Eight O, then. I '11 tell Dahlia to
invite her."
We hurried on to the hotel ; but as
we passed the rink the President
stopped me for a chat. He wanted me
to recite at a concert that evening.
Basely deserted by Myra and Samuel,
I told him that I did not recite ; and
I took the opportunity of adding that
personally I didn't think anybody els
ought to. I had just persuaded him to.'
my point of view when I noticed'
Thomas cutting remarkable figures on
the ice. Ho picked himself up and'
skated to the side.
"Hallo!" he said. "Had a good'
day ? "
"Splendid. What have you been:
doing?"
" Oh— skating."
" I say, about this tailing expedition!
to-morrow ' '
"Er — yes, I was just going to talk
about that."
" Well, it 's all right. Myra is getting:
Dahlia to ask her to come with us."
" Good! " said Thomas, brightening
up.
" You see, we shall only be seven,
even with Miss Aylwyn, and —
" Miss Aylwyn ? " said Thomas in a
hollow voice.
" Yes, isn't that the name of your
friend in red? "
" Oh, that one. Oh, but that 's quite
—I mean," he went on hurriedly,
" Miss Aylwyn is probably booked up
for to-morrow. It 's Miss Cardew whq
is so keen on tailing. That girl in'
green, you know."
For a moment I stared at him
blankly. Then I left him and dashed
after Myra. A. A. M. '
FEBRUARY 2G, 1913.]
PUNCH, OR THE LONDON CHARIVARI.
161
OXFOED INTELLIGENCE.
(With acknowledgments to the scholarly
sleuth-hounds of some of our
, contemporaries.)
IT was noticed that at the Torpids
the young PRINCE OF WALES, who is, our
readers may remember, an undergrad-
uate of Magdalen, cheered his College
boat's progress with enthusiasm. " Well
rowed, Magdalen ! " he was heard to
shout several times, pronouncing Mag-
dalen not, of course, as it is spelt, but
thus, Maud-lin. This not only shows
that he has assimilated the tradi-
tions of his University, but it has
had the effect of endearing him to his
playmates. Another and gratifying
proof that the PRINCE is a true Oxonian
at heart is to be found in his religious
observation of the unwritten law that
one must never refer to New College as
New tout court, but always as New
College. This local subtlety he has
mastered, much to the gratification of
his young companions and tutors.
Curiosity runs high as to the charac-
ter of the political instruction given
by Sir WILLIAM ANSON, the Warden of
All Souls, to our future ruler ; and the
outer keyhole of the sanctum in which
the lessons are held is said to be highly
polished by inquisitive ears. Nothing
has, however, yet leaked out, but I am
in a position to announce that up to
the present time no emphatic com-
mendation of either Eadicalism or
Socialism has been made by the illus-
trious pupil's mentor. This may be
taken as authentic. The PRINCE'S
lightness of step and general buoyancy
of manner on leaving the sanctum have
much added to his popularity.
CONSUMMATION.
IT is strange that in my day-dreams
I have so often pictured myself in the
Law Courts. There is that scene when
t am the principal witness for the
defence. , , .
" And now, Sir, what is the name of
the lady who was with you on the
morning of the 16th ? "
" I decline to answer that question."
(Sensation.)
" Come, Sir, I must insist upon an
answer."
"I decline to answer your question."
I draw myself up and blow my nose.
(Eenewed sensation.)
" I am afraid, Mr. Smith," says the
Judge kindly, "that you are doing
yourself no good by taking up this
attitude."
"I am sorry, me lud, but I must
still decline to answer the question."
(Applause in court, which is instantly
suppressed.)
Mistress. "WHAT is THIS ABOUT THE NEW GROOM AND HIS INSURANCE?"
Butler. "WELL, MY LADY, IT SEEMS m HIS LAST SITUATION THE LADY PAID HIS
STAMP, AND WHEN I TOLD HIM YOUR LADYSHIP INSISTED THAT THE SERVANTS SHOULD
EACH PAY THEIR CONTRIBUTION, HE SAID — IP YOU 'LL EXCUSE ME, MY LADY—' HE 'D BB
SLOWED IF HE DID,' FOR THAT 'S THE SORT OF LANGUAGE, MY LADY, THE LOWER CLASSES
TVf T>T f\V * *
EMPLOY.
And, far away, the lady next morning
reads through seven and a-half columns
of description, and murmurs passion-
ately, " My hero ! "
Or, again, it is the most amazing
Murder case of the century. I am in
the dock, calm and imperturbable,
while the grim chain of circumstantial
evidence is fitted together link by link.
One word from me and it would fall to
pieces, but that word cannot honour-
ably be spoken.
At last it is all over. The voice of
the foreman of the jury is unhesitating
as he pronounces the awful word,
" Guilty ! " The face of the Judge is
stern as he assumes the black cap. . . .
"Stop!" A figure bursts into tho
court. " In the King's name, stop ! "
An hour later volleys of cheering ring
through the crowded court as the
venerable Judge, his voice shaken with
emotion, says, "England to-day is
proud of you, Mr. Smith."
Yes, it is certainly strange to recall
the day-dreams in which I have been
associated with the Law now that the
real thing has come, now that I am to
appear in the courts in very fact.
Still, it is hardly what I expected,
this summons for driving a motor-cycle
without a licence.
" The thousand-foot ship is coming, and if
New York is going to be so ostrich-like as to
give it a left-handed welcome, New York must
be prepared to drop out of the running."
World's Work.
All the ostriches we know are right-
handed.
Bookseller (having taken an order for notcpaper). " HAVE YOU BEAD PEBBLES, SIB? HAD A YTONDEKFUL SALE.
The Author of " Pebbles." "HAS IT? I THINK I COULD WRITE AS GOOD A BOOK MYSELF." ^
Bookseller (always prepared to agree with a customer). " Do YOU? WELL, I BEALLY BELIEVE ouu BOY COULD. S
SAVED !
(An Heroic Episode in Artificial Water.)
NOT from the high bank of the turbid river,
Watched by a pale-faced crowd that filled the street,
Flinging his coat off, leaped he to deliver
The bantling ; yet his name to me is sweet,
Or would be if I knew it, and superb
As the soft fragrance that our steps disturb,
At night-time, of a lowly-flowering herb —
And Herb perhaps it is. Ah well. - Now hear his feat.
The place was Kew, the time about 4.30.
You know the tiny tarn where keeps the coot ?
Five days of fog had made it beastly dirty,
And there before our eyes a navy suit
Suddenly splashing ! Deuce alone knows why
The little fool flopped in. Just to be dry
When there is darkly stagnant water nigh
To some kids seems a crime. His mother heard the bruit,
And shrieked. No melodrama's blood and thunder
Ever came up to that distressful shout ;
The infant, frightened by the noise, went under,
Popped up again. . . . More swift than a boy scoub
The man, the Paladin, for whom I sweep
The sounding strings, the rescuer, made his leap
In water something less than three foot deep
And hauled the young rapscallion, happily smiling, out.
For him, the hero, was no crowd of gapers,
No cries of "encore " as he issued wet ;
No interview with all the evening papers, .
No map with, cross, no photographs inset,
No glory, no renown : but ah ! what pain, ^
The long chill journey home by District train,
The muffled murmur, " Paddling ! He 's insane ! '
Sorrow for clothes fordone and spats that need a vet.
Him then, ye Naiads, sing ! Ah, be not idle,
Trumpet his fame with conch and well-puffed
cheeks, ' •
Ye watery gods, ye spirits of rivers tidal,
Oceans and ornamental ponds and creeks —
Who not for honour, not for fame or pelf,
Scarce knowing if, in fact, the bright-haired elf
Could or could not have scrambled out himself,
Plunged in and spoilt his boots and spoilt his Sunday
4 breeksl ' •
I, anyhow, the deep harmonium's pedal
Press to his fame — the clashing cymbals burst ;
Would I might dower him with a pewter medal
For salvage of the partially immersed ;
For I, too, hastened to the water's brim,
I also ran, my suit was also trim,
I should have had to save that " pesky limb,"
Only (all praise to Zeusl) he won — he got there first.
BVOE.
PUNCH, OK THE LONDON CHARIVARI — FEBRUABY 2G, 1913.
THE BLESSINGS OF PEACE.
HANS AND JACQUES (together). "AND I HEAE THEEE 'S MORE TO COME!"
FEBBUAKY 26, 1913.]
PUNCH, OR THE LONDON CHARIVARI.
165
EXTRAORDINARY BEHAVIOUR OP A COUNTRY POLICEMAN AFTER A DAY'S VISIT TO LONDON.
INSUEANCE AGAINST SUFFKAGETTES.
UNDEUWEITERS at Lloyd's aro now open to insure golf
courses against damage by Suffragettes. The premium is
equivalent to 2 per cent., the rate being quoted for all
eighteen holes at £1 each for twelve months, underwriters
to pay any claims for damage to each green up to £50.
We think, in view of certain recent exploits, that some
further quotations will soon be upon the market. In fact, the
risks are already being worked out by an enterprising firm of
actuaries, and are stated, in all confidence, as hereunder : —
PKEMIUMS TO BE PAID ON THE FOLLOWING SPORTING
CONTINGENCIES :
By Police Magistrate, against being Hit by
Book or other Missile from the Hand of
Young Woman in court, on being Charged
and in Cold Blood 6d. per £100
Do., do., after Sentence and in a Temper . . Qd. per £100
By Directors of the Crystal Palace, against
Bomb, Dorothy Bag or Flat-iron being
dropped from Militant Aeroplane .... Is. per £100
By Hungerstriker, against being allowed to
observe Lent by weak-kneed Authorities . £ per cent.
By the W. S. P. U. and similar Societies,
against the Tables being turned, some Fine
Day in the Near Future, on their Own
Premises 90 per cent.
By Political Martyr, about to Light a Candle
in England that all the Power of the PRIME
MINISTER may not Put Out (otherwise, to
set Fire to another Refreshment Kiosk),
against being played upon by the Fire Hose
or extinguished in the nearest Lake ... 95 per cent.
By the Leaders of the Movement against the
Man in the Street shortly taking the Law
into his own Hands with the nearest Tar-
barrel and Feather-bag 99 per cent.
By the Man in the Street against the Leaders
of the Movement being taken seriously and
getting what they want as long as they
behave like Spoiled Children 1 per cent.
ZIG-ZAG.
A LANG TRYST.
GIN ony decent lad is seekin' for a lass o' sense,
And no' a giggling piece wi' tousie hair,
He micht cry in at the Smiddy yett, and ask for
Bessie Spence —
I 've been waiting there this thretty year — an' mair.
It 's no' tae be expeckit he '11 be unco graun' or gret ;
I doot he winna be a millionaire ;
A woman at ma time o' life maun tak what she can get,
And, as I said, I 'm thretty year — an' mair.
I winna say, fair hornie, that I hae a bonny face,
I 've heard folk ca 't a wee the waur o' wear,
And it 's maybe na' juist perfect ; but ma hert 's in the
richt place,
Juist as it 's been this thretty year — an' mair.
"BLUSHES FOR WOMEN
KTOXIAN'S DEMAND FOR THE MODERN GIRL."
Pall Mall Gazette.
Any time Etonian cares to look in just now, he will find us
blushing for women.
166
PUNCH, OR THE LONDON CHARIVARI.
[FEBEUAKY 26, 1913.
THE WATER RIGHT.
WHEN I settled my house on my
wife under a pre-nuptial contract, I
forgot to specify, among ita many
attractions, the water supply, for which
I was indebted to the neighbouring
landowner. Later OQ one of tho
Trustees — a lawyer — found that out.
That is tho whole plot, and the story
begins in the middle.
Letter No. IX. (lie to me.)
Despite the arguments advanced in
yours of the 17th inst., I feel it to bo
my duty to demand the conveyance to
tho Trustees of the water right con-
nected with Skew Brig House. If you
will favour me with your acquiescence
in this suggestion, I , —
shall be happy to have
the papers prepared at
once.
X. (I to him.)
Eeally, I don't quite
see ft. My own lawyer
assures me that such
a step would be (1) in-
tolerably expensive and
(2) entirely uncalled for.
You see, tho valuation
of the properly given
without the water right
—£2,400— was enor-
mously below what it
would fetch at any time
in tho open market. I
am told that" the view
from tho front - door
alone is worth all that.
Which being so, I think
the Trustees are pretty
snug as they are. I
trying to get at. The bally thing is oi
no value except in con-unction with the
house. So what can happen ? If I give
it away to someone else, trade it, sell,
mortgage, barter, assign or leave it in
my will, what on earth can the other
Johnny do with it as long as tho house
doesn't belong to him ? Don't you see
how silly you are ? He can't use it,
eat it, hang it on his watch-chain or
stow it away in his conservatory. Any
fool could sea it belongs to the house.
Better chuck the whole thing, don't
you think ?
XV. (He to me.)
I feel bound to protest against the
whole tone and tenor of your last letter.
Tho argument is also quite irrelevant.
13th, 1911. There you say, " Although
the valuation— £2,400— is undoubtedly
a high one, I do not think it too high,
as you must remember it includes" a
water right, worth fully £200."
XVIII. (I to him.)
All right, I admit you have mo there.
I had forgotten ever writing that. It 'a
a fair score for you. Still you must
bear in mind that that was written
about ten days before I was married, at
will be glad if you can
see your way to let. the
matter diop.
XL (He to me.)
_ We have given the most careful con-
sideration to yours of the 21st, and we
are not convinced. You must reflect
that the house without the water right
would be of very little value.
XII. (I to him.)
That is all very fine. But what
about the water right without the
house ?
XIII. (He to me.)
I do not understand your last letter
at all. The water right is of value as
belonging to the house — of great value ;
and therefore I feel it my duty to
advise my Co-trustees to insist upon
securing it.
XIV. (I to him.)
Exactly. That is just what
HORRIBLE POSITION OF JONES WHO, AFTEB WITNESSING THE WORST PLAY HE
HAS EVEB SEEN, COMES OUT A LITTLE BEFOBE THE FINISH. AND DISCOVERS HIS
TAXI, FOB WHICH HE HAD FORGOTTEN TO PAT, AWAITING HIM.
am
Should you dispose of tho water right
in question, the owner of it, even if
unable to use it himself, could take
steps to prevent anyone else from
making use of his prop'erty.
XVI. (I to him.)
But surely he wouldn't be such a
rotten sportsman as that. I mean to
say what a confoundedly dog-in-the-
mangerish thing to do ! Hang it all.'
I feel bounu to protest against the
whole tone and tenor of your letter.
Do you moan to imply that I would
ever think of leaving a water right or
any other thing to a chap that would
behave like that ? I absolutely decline
to take any steps whatever in the
matter.
XVII. (He to me.)
It will perhaps help to shorten this
controversy if 1 quote from your letter,
now in my possession, of September
a time when a chap is hardly respon-
sible. Is it quite sporting under the
circumstances to take advantage of it,'
do you think?
XIX. (He to me.)
I have great pleasure in acknowledg-
ing your last letter,
which I understand as
giving me virtual per-
mission to proceed with
the conveyance of the
Skew Brig water right.
XX. (I to him.)
Stop a bit. There's
no virtual permission
in the matter. I 've
been thinking it all over
again, and my wife anJ
1 havo deci.ied, as a
protest against the
Scottish Temperance
Bill, to give up the use
of water in our house
and have it turned off
So there the matter
ends. Jolly weather,
isn't it ? Is it true you
are going off to Norway;
for September?
[His reply omitted.]
XXI. (I to him.)
I dare say you are right. We shall,
still require a certain amount for.
washing and all that sort of thing.)
But as a matter of fact the long drought;
has happily solved the problem for us.j
There is no water. So why worry about!
it ? Non cst, my dear Sir, non est. I
hope you will have a jolly time in
Brittany.
[His reply omitted.]
XXII. (I to him)
I cannot, my good fellow, get up the1
slightest interest in a mythical water
supply. There will be time enough to
convey it when it begins to run. Hope
you will have a good crossing to the
Hook.
[Several of his letters omitted.]
XXIII. (I to him — Telegram.)
Rain at last. Water reappearing^
By all means convey. Bather muddy!
so far, but plumber thinks it will clear!
FEBRUARY
26,
1913.]
PUNCH,
OR
THE
LONDON
CHARIVARI.
167 |
Proprietor. " NOT QUITE THE FINO, AIN'T IT? WELL, IT'S NOT MUCH OP A TAXI-BIDE TO THE EITZ; TRY A KIPPER THERE."
THE SPECTEE.
(Mr. Punch's solemn Warning to the
latest Type of Malefactors.)
MIDNIGHT, and the tide was almost
full. The wind had long ago fallen,
and the sea made hardly a ripple as it
crept up the ghostly sands. The moon's
image was a great splendour on the
waters, and all the white pebbles on
the beach were clear. Beyond it, be-
tween wave and tilth, the hallowed
enclosure lay very still. Not a whisper
stirred the dark-green mounds that
were tended with so much loving care,
the mute memorials of so much toil of
men, such high and ardent rivalries, so
many of life's fitful fevers, long past
and done.
Suddenly there came a great stir and
crackle in the briar hedge between the
foreshore and the fields, and the face of
a woman showed ghastly white as it
looked through on the seaward side.
She crawled out laboriously and found
herself upon a patch of level sward.
Then the moonlight flashed on a metal
instrument that she held in her hand
and made her awful purpose onlv too
clear. She was about to cut the sods
in that silent place, to desecrate the
earth where Famo had decreed that so
many of her noblest sons should lie
dead. Madness goaded her on. "What
was it to her if she shattered the most
sacred traditions, links with a famous
past, links that united a father's and a
husband's love? The hazards were
nothing to her. Here and now the
deed should be done. She knelt down,
but suddenly, as if moved by some
irresistible impulse, before she began
her work, looked up and round about
her.
Was that only a Will-o'-the-wisp
that flickered on the swampy ground to
her right, or was it something else?
No marsh fire, surely, moved so steadily,
so purposefully, nor ever gleamed so
large. Surely it was a figure, but as
surely not the figure of a mortal man.
Now as it came nearer, luminous,
terrible, she could swear that she saw a
face — a face with fixed and glassy eyes
that looked ever before them, not at
her — this crowned the horror — but at
something unseen, something on the
ground at her feet. Resolute as a
warrior going to battle, it came on and
on. And what was this again that it
seemed to brandish in one hand— a
weapon, surely, as bright as her own ;
and what was that which it bore upon
its back ? A bundle or a swathed body ?
For some moments she remained
there as if rooted to the spot, bound
fast in a paroxysm of fear. Then with
a great effort she rose, shrieked wildly,
dropped her sacrilegious tool, and fled,
fled fast as her feet could carry her, till
she found a gate, scrambled over it she
knew not how, and fell a huddled heap
on the roadway.
They found the trowel in the morning
lying where she left it, in the bunker
that guards the thirteenth green.
" One o' them Suffrygettes," said the
groundsman to his acolyte. " For-
chernately she don't seem to have cut
the turf anywhere."
"Frightened by Bogey, very like,"
answered the boy.
•— — '
" Will winners of Third Prizes write, stating
the books they desire to desire? "
T.P.'s Weekly.
We desire to desire MILTON, CERVANTES
or MONTAIGNE ; but the flesh is weak,
and so, against our desire, we desire
The Rosary of Mrs. BARCLAY.
From a poster : —
" THE PIUNCE OP WALES AND His BRIDE.
WHO WILL BHE BE?"
The PRINCESS OP WALES. (Too easy.)
163
PUNCH, OR THE LONDON CHARIVARI.
20, 1913.
THE VISITOR.
THE girl who helped in the opposite flat was again
addressing the porter on the landing outside: —
"There's lots o' queer things 'appens to people in
London, and some on 'em takes you quite sudden like—
comes on you all of a nonplush, as tho saying is. Yester-
day evening mother was worryin' 'er 'ead about the tea.
Father 'ad bin fractious over 'is tea lately ; said 'e was tired
of hacon and egg* and if mother couldn't do 'im a pmlick
Vd 'ave to take 'is custom somewhere else. Omlicks is
tasty— I don't say they 're not — but they 're the difficultest
tilings in tho world, and it you don't keep a light 'and on
'em they come out on you like a piece o' shoe-leather, and
then where are you? You couldn't deceive father with any
o' that sort. 'E says 'e 's a— I can't rightly remember the
W3rd — something 'e picked up from Uncle Bill — no, not
efficure — gorrnong's the word-; it's German for wanting
your wittles good.
" Well, mother and I was planning about this 'ere omlick,
and I was chopping up parsley and mother was wondering
if she 'd got to put a taste of onion into it, father being a
rare one for onions — mother says 'e 'd 'ave onions in 'is
plum-pudding if she give 'im the chaunce — when there
come a knock on our front-door and mother says, ' Sally,'
she says, ' go and see 'oo it is, and if it 's Mrs. Wortle you
can tell 'er we 've got no more sugar to spare. She 's
always runnin' short o' sugar.' But before I could git out,
the door of the kitchen opens and a lady steps in. She
was a real lady and no mistake — 'at and feathers, and fur
all over 'er and gold chains dangling, and pretty pointy
shoes, and scents and perfooms. You couldn't 'a' smelt the.
old onion, not if you 'd tried ever so, all the time she was in
the kitchen.
" ' Is this Mrs. Nottidge ? ' says the lady.
" ' Yes, mum, that 's me,' says mother. ' 'Oo 'ave I the
pleasure? ' she says in 'er grand way. ' But p'raps you'll
set down. 'Ere, Sally, dust a chair for the lady. We ain't
got much, mum, so we've got to make the best o' what
we 've got.'
" ' Ah,' says the lady, sottin* down, ' that 's very interesting,
'ighly interesting, that is. My name is Robertson. '
" ' Oh, indeed,' says mother. ' There was some Robertsons
lived in this street once. I 've often wondered what become
of them.'
" 'Oh, no,' says the lady, 'not thorn Robertsons, oh dear
no. A different fam'ly altogether. I 'm a member of the
Society for Aiding the Deserving Pore, and I thought p'raps
you could give me information.'
" ' Well, mum,' says mother, ' you can take a look round.
We're pore enough, goodness knows, and there's four more
in the upstairs bedroom. Sally, ran up and give 'em a bit
o' the stick. I '11 warrant 'Enery 's swallered all the buttons
orf of "is weskit. I never knew a boy like 'im for buttons.'
" With that mother give me a wink and out I went.
There warn't no kids upstairs, o' course. There 's only me
at 'ome, but the lady didn't know that. So I pops up and
begun slapping my 'and on the wall and stamping about
and knocking up agin the cupboard and making a racket
just as if there was four kids in the room 'ollering blue
murder with me arter 'em dusting their little jackets. Then
I went down agin. . .
" ' I 've quieted 'em, mother,' I says. ' There was only one
button left on 'Enery's weskit.'
" ' Are not your methods rather draskit ? ' says the lady.
" ' They're ole-fashioned,' says mother, ' but they 're none
the worse for that. Pore people can't waste their time
palavering with children. 'Ere you, Sally,' she says,
turning to mo, ' you '11 'ave to 'ave a taste o' the stick
yourself if you don't look brisker.' And then she runs on
with a long story about our struggles and tho 'appy 'omes
we've lost and the sad way wo 've come clown in the world,
and 'ow we 'vo got to leave this 'ouse all along o' the rent
and the price o' food going up, and what a misery it is to
see your children starving ; and 'ow she isn't one to com-
plain, because the Lord made tho pore, and if they wasn't
"neant to be pore they wouldn't 'a' bin made so, and 'ow
iind it was of ladies like Mrs. Robertson to come and set
in their 'ouses. ' It 's no use,' she says, ' offering us money
jecause we 've got our pride and wo couldn't be got to take
money, but if you '11 stay 'ere to tea, Mum, and share our
ast bit o' pickled salmon and cowcumher we shall all ho
very pleased.' Then she went on to make tip a story about
:ather wearin' out 'is boots looking for work and not finding
it, and 'ow 'e comes 'ome at nights and cries over the kids,
and at last the lady, she gets up and says she 's 'card enough
and it 's a sad case, and the Society will put it in a book
and send it out so 's to tell people what a 'eartless Sosherlist
Guvment we've got. Mother told 'er she'd best go
round and see Mrs. Wortle, but the lady said 'er time was
ip, and so she went out arter shaking 'ands with us, and
orf she goes in 'er motor-car. We ain't sesn 'er sinca.
[ wonder mother 'ad the face to do it."
COMRADES IN DISTRESS.
WAITRESS, you see that doleful little fellow,
That cake or pastry — call it what you will —
No, not the ecstasy in green and yellow
Whose creamy crest outvies the daffodil,
Nor yet that purple bulge ; I mean the ono
That languishes behind the currant bun.
It breathed, no doubt, a ravishing aroma
When first it left the bakery ; parchanca
It cherished dreams of winning some diploma ;
How humbled now and out of countenance 1
This bitter gash ! I saw a damsel thrust
Her curious knife within the virgin crust,
And, finding it was not what she was needing
(A maiden's palate craves a richer fare),
She spurned it from her, desolate and bleeding;
For see, red jam is oozing from the tear
That mars the beauty of its toothsome flake ;
Waitress, I beg you, let ma have that cake !
No, not for eating ; like an elder brother
I feel towards that slighted piece of dough ;
We '11 sit and sympathise with one another,
And I will bring it comfort in its woe ;
I '11 tend its wounds, and it shall hear the talo
Why I am so disconsolate and pale.
This heart of mine has suffered grievous trial,
From me has Fate exacted heavy toll ;
I too have been embittered by denial,
I too have felt the iron in my soul;
My Joan refused me ; cruel was the jag ;
Yes, if you please, I '11 have it in a bag.
More Intensive Culture.
' OSTRICH FARMING is A NUTSHELL."
AM. in "Midland Xcws (S.A.)."
" Lansbury now said he would like to justify his action. He did it
because of the hideous women and children" who lived in Bow, and
if only sufficient windows were smashed the Government would bo
bound to take action." — Daily Telegraph,
We don't quite see what the Government can do. And,
anyhow, beauty is not everything.
PBBBUABY 26, 1913.] PUNCH, OR THE LONDON CHARIVARI.
1G9
THE SECOND CHEST.
"Goixo at live pounds. Going —
going — gonel" The auctioneer brought
down his hammer. " To Mr. Jarvis for
live pounds," ho said.
I jumped from the trap and pushed
my way through the crowd. The
auctioneer's assistants were carrying
away the old oak chest which I had
driven over especially to buy.
" llalf-a-minute," I shouted. "Can
you put that up again ? I want to bid."
" Sorry," s iid the man with the
hammer, " but it 's been knocked down.
Like to bid for the next lot, Sir? Lot
seven : A stuffed marmoset in a case, a
set of lire - irons, twelve volumes of
sermons, and a picture by an artist."
I fled hastily after the old oak chest.
" Are you Mr. Jarvis ? " I enquired of
a bluff, hearty-locking man who siood
regarding it with evident satisfaction.
" I am, Sir."
"You don't want to sell that chest
again ? " I enquired. " I '11 give you
six pounds for it."
He shook his head regretfully.
" Seven pounds ? " I suggested.
" I 'd 'a' took six all right," he
answered, " if so he as I could have
sold it again ; but I 've bought it on
commission for a gentleman."
" Would he sell it? " I enquired.
" No, he wouldn't sell it." Mr Jarvis
Scratched his head thoughtfully under
his cap. " I were just thinking, though ;
if you were wanting to go so high as
eight pour.ds, there's another chest
near by here as I 've always thought
must have been made at the same time
and by the same man as made this one.
I 'm blamed if I 'd know one apart from
t'other. Now the man as that belongs
to lias had a bad harvest and I reckon
if I were to go to him as a neighbour
and offer him eight pounds for his
chest he might take it. Mayhap he 'd
take seven. I don't know. Safer to
say eight, anyway."
" Where could I see it ? "
" Well, if you was to go over to see
it at his farm he 'd likely ask you twice
as much as ho would me. I '11 get it
over to my place and you can come
round and see it there — and if you likes
it you can pay me the eight pound or
sevenpoundor whatever he wants for it."
At the end of a week Mr. Jarvis
wrote me to say that the chest was
wailing for my kind inspection and that
the price would be eight pounds ten
shillings — with another ten shillings
for commission.
"Couldn't get it for a penny less,"
said Mr. Jarvis when I arrived, " but I
think you '11 agree it 's worth it. I 'm a
carpenter by trade and I know genuine
old work when 1 see it. Things aren't
The General. "HAH! so YOU'RE TO BE Mr PABTNEB TO-DAY?"
New Member of Badminton Club. " PLEASED. I 'M SUBE. HAY I ASK WHY YOU CABBY
THBEF. BACQUETS?"
The General. " WELL, YOC BEE, I 'M BATHEB SHOBT-SIGHTED AND GENERALLY EEEAE
ONE OB TWO ON HY PABTNEB DVBINO THE CAME."
put together that way nowadays —
though the carving on a modern bit of
furniture is a lot better to my way of
thinking. Come inside, Sir. I had it
carried into my workshop out of the
rain."
I followed him. in and examined the
chest. With the exception of some
slight difference in the carving on its
panels it might have been the same
one that I had seen knocked down to
Mr. Jarvis at the sale. The date, too,
I noticed, was 1591 instead of 1590.
" So it is," agreed Mr. Jarvis ; " I
always said they was about the same
date, them two chests. Bit worm-eaten
in the corner there. Does that matter? "
I told him that it did not, and asked
him if he could send it over to the
house in which I was staying as I
shouted out of the window that the
horse was to be put into the cart and
called to another assistant to give him
a hand out with the chest.
I sat down at his bench to write
him a cheque for nine pounds. Then
I changed my mind and replaced the
cheque-book in my pocket.
Despite the frantic efforts of Mr.
Jan-is and his assistant the chest
refused to leave the workshop. It was
too large to go through the door I
Mr. W. L. GEORGE in The Daily
News : —
" It needs no Charlotte Perkins Oilman to
remind us how far away is ' neolithic human
nature ' when we consider it in relation to the
Zeitgeist."
Still, her assurance on the point makes
intended it for a gift to my host. He us feel more comfortable.
170
PUNCH, OR THE LONDON CHARIVARI^ [FEBBUABY 26^18.13.
A LABOUR SETTLEMENT.
ONK afternco i there came a knock at
my private door, and Charles's soldierly
face presently peered round the edge
of it.
" How much is it to come in ? lie
said.
" Like that, six-and-eightpence ; ten
shillings, if you come right in."
" Why aren't you asleep ? " he asked,
still from the doorway.
" I was. I was just in the middle of
a beautiful dream. A rich, handsome
client with a real fur coat — I suppose
you don't happen to have a dream-book
about you ? "
" That 's me," he said, with a grin.
" Are you going to finish it ? "
" Not now," I replied. " You may
come in, if you don't make a draught
and disturb the dust."
For some reason or other the dust in
my office is strictly preserved, and I
have to be very particular about it, the
idea probably being to ensure the
correct legal atmosphere. It is just
this scrupulous attention to detail that
makes the City caretaker the artist
she is.
As Chares ushered himself, in, I re-
tied the bundle of papers I had^ hastily
undone upon hearing a 'visitor, and
threw it back on the desk with the
others. Bundles three I have in all.
As the man of whom I bought them
said, if a client should happen to call,
it looks rather cheap to have only an
inkpot dividing you. They make quite
a picture, the three of them, with their
little blue overalls and their little pink
sashes tied into bows.
" Well," I said, leaning back in my
chair, " what can I do for you ? Now
I have a very nice line in divorce for
one week only, dirt cheap at a hundred
guineas. If alimony is desired "
" Shut up ! And don't talk to me
about divorce ! "
I looked rather hurt ; I thought
soldiers loved to hear about divorce.
" Look here," he broke out, " I 've
come for advice, and I hope you 've
got some."
" Advice ! Of course I have. Any
amount of it, simply eating its head
off. You really want some ? Eeally ?
Allow me ! Let me hang up your hat
for you ! "
Then I took his hand and wrung it
a while in silence ; I wanted time to
think, to realise properly my position.
If he was going to ask my advice about
wearing side-whiskers, or whether a
friend could marry his deceased wife's
sister, I was ready for him. But if
go out and tell the office-boy and be
ushered in gradually."
"I hope it's nothing complica—
I mean, nothing serious?" I said.
Sit down and toll me all about it — in
your own words."
I sat very still with the tips of my
fingers together, ready for one of those
harrowing stories I have read so much
about. But it did not come. I counted
the buttons of his waistcoat, perused
his parting, and finally ran down a
smut on the side of his nose. Still
nothing came, and the suspense was
terrific.
" There 's a tiny smut you 'vo got.
Just here. Shall I lick it off — I mean,
if you '11 moisten your handkerchief,
I '11 take it off for .you."
The smut was removed, confidence
was restored, and Charles's tongue was
loosed. And all done by tact, tact and
kindness.
"Thanks. Well — er— the fact is—
" I *m sony, old chap," he put in ;
" I forgot. I ought to have broken it
gently. If you '11 wait a moment, I '11
oi-
that how it is? I see." And
with true professional delicacy I got up
and switched off the light. It is the
little graceful actions of this kind that
endear you to your clients and enable
you to die with a fortune running into
six figures.
Oh, no. It's nothing like that,"
he explained hastily.
I switched it on again. Two pretty
examples of tact, you see, and both
simply thrown away on people like
Charles.
" I 'm engaged," he blurted out at
last.
" But that 's not all," he went on,
when I had congratulated him. I
nodded comprehension.
" A simple case of bigamy, eh — or
rather, breach of promise ? Well,
where is the writ ? "
"Don't be an idiot! Her father
asked me last night how much I was
prepared to settle on her. Me ! " and he
pointed to himself so that there should
be no mistake.
This really was serious.
" What did you say to him ? "
" I said I would consult my solicitor
about it, and here I am. What on
earth am I to do ? "
"How much have you got?" He
put his hand to his pocket. " No, no,"
I added ; " we can settle up after. I
mean, what capital have you ? "
" If you mean," he began.
" No assets. I thought so. Any
liabilities ? "
" Yes, plenty of those — but very old
ones. Well, what am I to say ? Shall
I say that my solicitor tells me I have
nothing to settle except a few old debts,
which are of no earthly value to anyone
but ourselves ? Or shall I say straight
out that, as I 'm settling down, if
jhere 's any more settling to be done,
t 's his turn to do it ? "
But rny mind was revolving the sub-
jleties of the law, and I waved him to
hold his peace, and thought very hard.
" The firm has an idea," I said
presently. " Tell me. How much is
ier father prepared to bring into settle-
ment?"
"That's just the devil of it. He
said he would put up as much as I
did."
"Very proper and usual," I said im-
pressively. " Now listen. Have you
ver heard of what we call in the pro-
'ession acovenant to settle after-acquired
property ? No. Well, roughly it comes
;o this : whereas one party settles hard
cash, the other party merely binds
nimself to do so at some future post-
nuptial date. An extremely useful
provision when your capital is locked
up. You are young, you have energy,
ambition, brains — at least, so you will
iell him — and several aunts. You have
some maiden aunts, haven't you ? As
I say, your prospects are of the bright- '
. After many years of hard work,
promotion, legacies, and so forth, could
you or could you not scrape together,
say, £15,000 to hand to the trustees of
your settlement ? Are you prepared to
inter into a solemn covenant to that
effect ? "
" I might manage it,"he said.thought-
[ully scratching his nose, " I might. I
might even manage £20,000."
" Well, go and tell him so, like a
man."
He went like a bird.
* -* * * -»
" Well," I said, when he came to
see me next day, "what about it?
You told him what I said ? " But
from his face I knew that things had
not gone well.
" Yes, I told him what you said all
right," he replied, passing his hand over
his brow, " but he only winked — twice,
once with each eye."
" It sounds rather as though he
were a man of business, Charles — who
regularly consults his solicitor," I added
for the honour of the profession.
" He is," said Charles dismally,
" and he offered me a job in it at five
hundred to start with, if I chuck up
the Service."
So Charles will have to take off his
coat and devote the rest of his days to
strenuous toil. Well, honest work will
not kill him, and the hours really pass
very quickly if you have a good appe-
tite and do not suffer from insomnia.
And when he 's in doubt or difficulty
he can always come to me for advice.
There is plenty more where the last
came from.
FEBRUARY 26, 1913.] PUNCH, OR THE LONDON CH.MMVAIM.
171
Clarence (remarking defects in his only suit). "NoosANCE 'ow THE MOTH DO GIT INTO YEB CLOTHES, WOT ! "
WITH THE MULE-TRAIN.
MULES and mesas and mosquitos
. And a land that half its heat owes
To its jobs, its dust, the cantrips of its squealing muley
teams ;
While the sun-glare, jumpy, aching,
Sets the thirsty levels quaking, .
Till a young man might see visions and an old man might
dream dreams !
Mine go this, way, green, consoling : — •
There 's the ridge and furrow rolling
To the near-by home horizon, grey and misty, cold and still ;
And the wet hangs on the hedges,
And the clouds have mackerel edges ;
Miles away a gorse blurs bluely on the landscape's only hill !
That's his point— I 'd have you notice,
Not a tucked-up cur coyote's — •
' Tis a big red Midland dog-fox leads across his native grass,
Full of pluck, and full of cunning,
And (at present) full of running,
Raised on turkey-cock at Christmas and on goose at
Michaelmas.
Now in dreams the usual course is
That a chap may choose his horses,
And I 've always leant to longtails when there 's galloping
to do ;
But to-day I 'm on a racer,
Not some screw hunt-steeplechaser,
But the sort that wins at Aintree with at least eleven two.
He 's a raking powerful jumper,
Though the bank-flushed brook 'a a bumper,
Though the blackthorn's dark and hairy with a ditch that's
deep and wide,
His no scrambled blown endeavour,
Smooth as clock-work, quick and clever,
One turn faster, half an ear-cock, and he 's over in his stride!
That 's the sort ; he fairly smothers
With his gallop all the others ;
We 're alone when, hackles lifted, hounds are racing for a
kill,
And the pirate rooks are stooping
At a brush that 's mired and drooping,
And a beaten fox is crawling up the hedge below the hill.
There, they 've got him sure and certain ;
So — who-whoop ! ring down the curtain —
Mules and mesas and mosquitos, mighty things have come
to pass,
For a penniless poor devil
Has had twenty minutes' revel
On a thousand-guinea racehorse and five miles of English
grass!
172
PUNCH, OR THE LONDON CHARIVARI. [FEBHUABY 2G. 1913.
OUR BOOKING-OFFICE.
Mr. Punch's Staff of Learned Clerks.)
POLITICS, according to the author of tho admirable Broke
They and their surroundings are so well drawn that, though
it would be easy to dismiss the book as improper (which it
occasionally is), cynical, and dull (in places), it has subtle
qualities that cannot be lightly overlooked. What might
of Covsnden and tho happy-fantastic Fortune, are more perhaps bo called tho lilies and longueurs of vico have
exciting in An Affair of State (METHUEN) than any glimpses j seldom been better conveyed. Also there are some good
that wo get of them from Hansard and the platforms : theatre-scenes, and at least one new situation concerning
would lead us to suppose. This particular "affair" is the: a dramatic censor. But my chief quarrel is with certain
handling of a crisis duo to tho Workers' League, with its ! passages in tho dialogue of which I thought that the in-
fifte3n million members, declaring a general strike, and to j decorum did not always ring true, seeming indeed less
a coalition Government paralysed and broken by the in- 1 indigenous to the situation than imported for commercial
dependence of a Mr. Draper, President of the Board of (purposes. But I may quite easily be wrong here. Any-
Conciliation, a risen man of tho people, hated by the Right, , how, it is a brilliant piece of work that should increase its
and dubbed "The Haberdasher." He is backed by the
great industrial Noith, but is, on the whole, a rather
isolated and distrusted figure. Realising that the famous
Clause Nine of the Conciliation Bill will hand England
over in fetters to organised labour, he has the courage to cry
author's reputation.
Life held three things for Mrs. Trcmaync — her husband,
her son, and her house. Her husband died, her son died,
and one night somebody burnt down her house. In her own
" Halt ! " But I hope that if and when such a crisis arrives ' mind she had no doubt whatever that the criminal was one
it will find a man of the
Centre less emotional
and erratic than Draper,
with " his large and
prominent nose and
fighting jaw literally
cleaving his way
through wind and
water," his pallors and
perspirations, his ex-
alted philandering, his
compassless mysticism,
his duels, and what
not: and a Right less
fatuously reactionary,
undiscerning and foul-
mouthed than the Duke
of Rockingham and his
little lot. 1 feel sure
that it will find a
sounder Left than Mr.
SNAITH, who, I dare
think, has not expended
much effort in testing
the currents of modern
labour politics. But I
gather that our author is really weaving a fancy in the neo-
Ruritanian manner, and he makes an exciting thing of it.
It is nice to meet an Illustrious Personage strolling over
to the President's study for a couple of whiskies and a chat,
and it is thrilling to hear in imagination " the tumbrils
down Piccadilly" — motor tumbrils, no doubt. An Affair
of State is an eminently readable book, and a very pleasant
note of chivalrous loyalty runs through it.
Miss VIOLET HUNT is a clever woman. The characters
i her latest story, The Celebrity's Daughter (STANLEY
PAUL), are such dreary scoundrels that you would suppose
it impossible to take the slightest interest in their fate.
But she makes you do it. The method employed is to
ntroduce amongst them a heroine who, while quite as
unprincipled, retains some attractive qualities, the remains
of a pious affection for her battered and discredited father,
a caustic wit, and above all an abundant and compelling
vitality. It is Tempe's high spirit that galvanizes the book,
and gives it an appeal at which in retrospect you may find
yourself astonished. For the atmosphere in which she
noves is enough to make the boldest yawn. Miss HUNT
ms not spared us a detail of the sordid intrigues and
wearisome immoralities of the set she has chosen to depict.
THE WORLD'S WORKERS.
GROWING PEAS FOE POLICE- WHISTLES AT THE WOBMWOOD SCEUBBS PEA -FARM.
Blagy, a particularly
repulsive scoundrel who
had a fancied grievance
against her ; and she
settled down in a
cottage near the scone
of the tragedy to collect
evidence against him
which should make a
jury as C3rtain of his
guilt as she herself was.
That is the main theme
of Mr. CHBISTOPHEU
STONE'S new story, The
Burnt House (MARTIN
SECKEE), and the obvi-
ous way to have treated
it would have been as
a kind of Sherlock
Holmes, a let-me-just-
run-through-the- most-
significant- points-
a,g&in-Watson episode.
Mr. STONE avoids the
obvious. It is the in-
fluence of the quest on
the development of Mrs. Tremaync's character that engages
his attention, and he has drawn a remarkable picture of this
lonely woman, battered by misfortune, falling gradually
under the spell of her fixed idea of vengeance and emerging
triumphantly from her Slough of Despond when John
Dethick comes back into her life and gives her something
human to live for. There is a curiously matter-of-fact air
about the story. Neither in incident nor in character does
Mr. STONE for one instant strain for effect. Melodrama is
always waiting for him with outstretched arms, but he
dodges past it with the nimbleness of a Harlequin three-
quarter. A good example of this occurs when the faithful
chauffeur offers his help to Mrs. Tremayne : " And if you '11
allow me to do what I can, m'm, 1 '11 find out everything
for you, m'm, or my name's not Sebastian Kean." Was
there ever a clearer cue for the heroine to smile a sad,
sweet smile and murmur nicely-chosen words of thanks?
Mrs. Tremaync's reply would never have done for the
BKOTHEKS MELVILLE. "But is that your name?" she
asked, far more interested in this point than in his fidelity.
We shall not join this.
THE TEIFE ENTENTE." •
>.. • Buenos Aires Standard.
M.vnon 5. 1913.]
PUNCH, OR THE LONDON CHARIVARI.
173
CHARIVARIA.
THAT a Suffragette's proposal to enter
a cage containing threo lions, and
while there to address an audience on
Woman's Suffrage, should have been for-
bidden is not surprising. The curious
point is that no protest came from the
Society for the Prevention of Cruelty
to Animals. * *
Whoever is looking after the war in
tlio Near East appears to bo very care-
less. Several battles have had to be
put off owing to falls of snow, but the
simple precaution of covering the
ground with straw has not yet been
taken. * *
*
A domestic sen-ant at Berwick has
just wokun up after a sleep of six days.
One of these cheap alarum-clocks, we
presume. * *
*
The lunatic who recently posed as a
magistrate took his seat, we are told,
on the bench, and, when applicants
came before him, " listened to them
gravely." It was this slip which first
aroused suspicion.
* *
A striking confirmation of Sir
EDWARD CARSON'S dictum, " Ulster will
Fight," was given at a recent boxing
contest at Belfast, where the spectators
not only knocked down the winner of
the competition and poured buckets of
water over him, but also severely
damaged a perfectly good referee.
* *
*
Inspector ARNOLD, after spending
forty-nine years underground, is now
coming up to live on a pension. " I
don't know what I shall do," he says,
" when I have to spend all day out on
top. Give me smoke and smell."
Londoners are justly incensed at the
suggestion that these luxuries can only
be obtained underground.
* i *
Their civic pride is, however, soothed
by the announcement of a French air-
man that, passing over London a
thousand feet up, he knew where he
was by the unpleasant smell.
* *
Little by little^ the gaps in the
world's knowledge are being filled up.
Mr. T. SEDOLEY, through the medium
of The Express, states that he has
found out that wasps can sting in
February. ,,, +
-I*
Born near .Bridgnorfch in the early
part of last Summer, a number of
tadpoles have nod yet become frogs ;
and a highly respected zoologist in-
forms us that the retardation is due to
insufficient food. What tadpoles hope
VOL. CSLI7.
PHOTOGRAPHED BEFORE THE EVENT.
(With apologies to our sprightly contemporaries who occasionally startle Ut
with this kind of thing.)
A terrible tragedy has overtaken a
Russian family named Oskof. Desiring
to see their aged grandfather they walked
from St. Petersburg to Odessa, only to
find he had been blacked and sold as a
slave to a rubber plantation in Squeegee,
where he was subsequently massacred.
Returning home on foot, tha twelve
children were devoured by wolves. Three
weeks later the wife fell through a hole
in the ice while crossing the Neva, and
the husband, in attempting her rescue,
lost his purse with the savings of fifteen
years. Pushing on alone, he arrived — in
a thunderstorm — to find his home (uninsured) burnt to the ground — the dastardly
act of a former suitor to his deceased wife's hand.- (Portrait is of the bereaved father,
Oskof — the only survivor.)
Josh Blobbs, the Staffordshire miner,
who has just won 200,000 marks in a
Bavarian lottery.
to gain by these foolish hunger-strikes
we cannot understand.
* *
#
The New York authorities confirm ex-
President CASTRO'S statement that he
has left America " merely for pleasure "
— his own and theirs.
V
It has been discovered that nearly
all itinerant German musicians come
from the villages of Wolfstein and
Yettenbach, on the Ehine. We fear
that the mawkish sentimentality of
the public will prevent any arrange-
ment being made for exterminating
their instruments at one concerted
swoop when they are all at home
practising; but we confess that we
toy wistfully with the idea.
* *
What Buttermilk Is. According to
an evening paper, " buttermilk is the
backbone of Ireland." This explains a
good deal.
In the cloistered seclusion of
Windsor, the headmaster of Eton has
allowed himself to get a little behind
the times. " The golf-course," he says,
"is an admirable corrective of nervous
tension. There is no unrest there."
Clifford's Inn hums like a hive at the
slight cast upon its activities.
* *
*
Just as wo thought we had solved
the problem of the tasteful yet inexpen-
sive wedding-present, we are stunned
by the information, in a daily paper,
that the price of pythons has gone up
£1 a foot.
From a review in T.P.'s Weekly : —
"A charming book ... If you have a
friend who can appreciate really intimate and
beautiful writing, buy it, and read it carefully
word by word yourself."
Does your little boy appreciate really
good chocolate? Buy some and eat it
carefully stick by stick yourself.
174
PUNCH, OR THE LONDON CHARIVARI.
[MARCH 5, 1913.
PENANCE.
[Tho dramatic critic reflects on tho present decline in theatrical
rcNcuues, attributed in part to abstinence during Lent.J
SOME there are whom conscience tickles,
Bidding pay their Lenten toll,
Cut off sugar, jam and pickles,
And renounce tho wassail-bowl,
Givo the flesh to flagellation for the purging of the soul.
Some elect to copo with vices
Not concerned with food and drink,
I'ractise social sacrifices,
Fly the rag-time and the rink,
Shun the carnal snares of coon-can or the ways of men in
pink.
Some prefer a mental bleeding,
Close the novel's lurid page,
Givo up halfpenny-paper-reading
And in heavier thought engage,
Poring over cyclopaedias or the works of saint and sage.
Some, who love the footlights well, swear
To eschew the ballet's ranks,
Girls in Taxis (ay, and elsewhere),
And the boom in hustling Yanks,
To abstain from STANLEY HOUGHTON and the homely life of
Lanes. . .•
Thus, my Tompkins, you adapt your
Thespian tastes to monkish fare,'
Exile from the Halls of Eapture,
Where you breathed Elysian air,
And the Great Eenunciation's almost more than you can bear.
Much I praise your self-denial,
Spurning joys to which you 're wed ; •
But, for me, it were no trial,
I 'm so badly overfed,
I should love this form of fasting and could dp it on my
head. • O. S.
THE S.P.I. K.S.A, .
VITELLIUS has been a little off colour again, and though
it matters very little to Vitellius, it matters a good deal to
us. When 'Vitellius is dead— he is an Irish terrier with
the least touch, so the gossips say, of Airedale in him—-
when Yitellius has assumed the title of divus, the chronicler
will have to record that one of the most beautiful traits of
his character was that the incidents of a Channel crossing
could have no terrors for him ; he was Hardened to such
tests by almost daily use. But just at present, of course,
•we are not crossing the Channel; we are in a very small
flat, and it is rather tiresome. Yitellius came to us with
the generic name of Caesar, but we could not rest satisfied
until we had determined to which of the wearers of the
purple he bore most resemblance. Hesitating for some
time over NERO and HELIOGABALUS, we gave the vote at
last to that stout bon-vivant, the successor of GALBA. We
were certain almost from the beginning that it was not
MARCUS AURELIUS ANTONINUS. 1 do not mean to suggest,
of course, that Vitellius is anything of an epicure, and I
believe that nightingales' tongues would be absolutely losl
on him ; but with the things that do happen to tickle his
palate his appetite is only equalled by his calm but often
untimely submission to the pangs of Nemesis.
The official food of Vitellius is dog-biscuit, broken up am
mixed with a very little gravy ; and there are nights when
he will- look up at us with a winning smile, wag his tail
and make some pretence of doing justice to the feast. "I
enow you two dear good people want me to eat this stuff,"
s, I fancy, what ho would say if ho could. " Here am I,
ii-ed out after a long day's work— two pieces of decayed
ish, some offal from the butcher's shop, and several of those
nice little sugar-cakes in the flat below ; but I am a good
'ellow, after all, and unselfish. I will do my best to please
,-ou." But even this, unhappily, is not often. As a rule
_ie sniffs casually at the banquet, and then sits up with
shining eyes in an attitude of expectant prayer. " A plea-
sant toy of yours," he confesses. " But now let us turn to.
dinner." Let it not be supposed, however, that Vitellius's
,eoth are faulty. Far from it.
Thomas, who gave him to us, and who rather fancies
limself about dogs, came and looked at him one day and
said, " That creature's coat is in pretty bad condition ; you
ought to give him more exercise." " We do," I said ;
'come out for a walk now." Thomas had a rather nice
ane walking-stick, and he was wearing light fawn-coloured
spats. I persuaded him to throw his stick into a pond for
Vitellius to retrieve. After a long healthy swim in every
possible wrong direction the emperor found the stick,
orought it to land, put it down, shook himself, rolled carc-
'ully in the mud, came and pawed Thomas's spats, returned
;o the stick, galloped about with it in circles for three-
quarters of an hour, and then lay down and ate it.
But I should not mind if it were only Thomas's walking-
sticks. There is no ruffian in the street so poor that
Yitellius will not beg a greasy crust from him ; and since,
by a strange fantasj', he regards all the flats in our block
as rooms in a single house, he is always dropping in on
their occupiers and sitting up to a hearty tea of nmffnis and
cake. And then, next morning, he will steal softly away
into the drawing-room and— behave as if he were at sea.
That is why I wish to found the S.P.I. K.S.A. The Society
for the Prevention of Indiscriminate Kindness to Strange
Animals will, of course, be useless unless it is assisted by
an Act of Parliament. But when once that is passed there
will be uniformed inspectors who will take the name and
address of anyone they see giving food to a strange dog in
the streets or .elsewhere. Then they will communicate with
the owner of the dog, and he will be entitled to prosecute.
The penalties for offenders convicted at tho instance of the
S.P.I.K.S.A. will be very severe. For the first offence a
fine of two guineas will be inflicted ; for tho second there
will be a sentence of two months' hard labour. But it will
not be the usual kind of hard labour; prisoners will be
compelled to turn out at 5 A.M. every day and feed a growing
dog on half-a-dozen sugar-buns and a large mutton-bone
with plenty of meat on it. After that they will exercise the
dog up and down the prison-yard until such time as he sees
fit to eat a hard dry biscuit for his supper. There will, I
think, be no third conviction under the auspices of the new
society.
An Explanation.
" The whole of the available public space in the court was occupied.
Those present in court included Mr. G. K. Chesterton."
Manchester Evening Chronicle,
No more need be said.
From a quoted review, in a book-catalogue, of Liverpool
and the Mersey :—
"Mr. Scott has fine powers of expression, and in such a passage
as that in which he describes the appearance of tho poet when seen
by an approaching steamer, ho rises to a high level."
It almost compares with our " First Glimpse of Mr.
WATTS-DUNTON at Putney from a Penny Steamboat "-
now out of print.
PUNCH. OR THE LONDON CHABIVARL— MARCH 5, 1913.
"LES BEAUX ESPKITS
RUSSIAN BEAR. "A VERY HAPPY THOUGHT HAS JUST OCCURRED TO ME. WHAT ABOUT
KEEPING THE PEACE?"
AUSTMAN EAGLE. •• MY DEAR FELLOW, I DON'T WANT TO DEPRIVE YOU OF THE
F OF THIS BRILLIANT IDEA, BUT THE VERY SAME NOTION HAD ALSO OCCURRED
TO ME ONLY A MOMENT AGO."
MAECH 5, 1913.]
PUNCH, OR THE LONDON CHARIVARI.
177
THE LATEST THINGS IN PETS SKETCHED (TO THE BESI OP HIS ABILITY) FEOM LITE BY OUB AKTIST AT MOSTE CAItLO.
LONDON IS SO BEACING.
THE DAILY TELEQBAPH, in an article
on the L.C.C. elections, says, " London
Las a bill of health of which any holiday-
resort might be proud — and people from
the other parts of the Empire and
from the provinces visit the Metropolis
not only because it is attractive, but
because it is remarkably healthy."
Mr. Punch suggests a daily parallel
column to " Health, and Sunshine," and
he offers his contemporary a first
instalment : —
HACKNEY -SUPER -MARSH. — The
glorious weather of the past fifteen
years still prevails. Thousands of
people pour into this district by the
return business trains each evening.
The N.E. wind has been much wel-
comed, coming straight from the North
Sea over East Anglia and the Bone
Works. The inducements of Hackney
as a pleasure resort will be seen by the
following figures : —
February sunshine . 200 hours.
„ rainfall . . 4 pints.
No fog has beea experienced during
the whole month.
BLUE LION. C01IF. SAL. BAR. BLLRDS.
HAMMERSMITH. — This favoured resort
is still rejoicing in the reports of un-
precedented warmth and dryness which
uro issued by the public-spirited local
council. While London generally — and
particularly tho East London pleasure
resorts — have suffered from an abnorm-
ally gloomy winter, the statistics below
will show the happy lot of this sunny
little nook in the West. Prospective
holiday-makers will note the very re-
markable sunshine figures : —
February sunshine . 250 hours.
,, rainfall . . Nil.
No trace of mist was recorded during
the month.
CEME. G ACRES. COMF. TERMS MOD.
SOUTHWARK. — The construction of
the new Paul's Bridge should greatly
increase the tourist traffic to this
charming old riparian cathedral city.
Delightful weather was (as usual, of
course) experienced yesterday. The
river foreshore forms a fascinating
resort for fashionable visitors, who seek
at the ebb for stranded treasure. Added
zest has been given to their quest by
the prize offered by Tlie Daily News
for any relics of the steamers wrecked
by the Moderates.
BEAU RIVAGE. FINEST POS. EUROPE.
CLOSE FRSHRE. CASINO. Gd. per night.
HOLLOWAT. — Magnificent weather
continues in this quiet little spot,
where the Castle Hydro is patronised
more for its rest cure than for the
feverish gaieties of other resorts.
Visitors soon fall in with the simple
regimen that everyone follows — early
rising and retiring — plain cuisine —
abstention from stimulants — uncon-
ventional costume — and avoidance of
restless excursions. It is a tribute to
the place that many habitues return
year after year.
THE LORD ROWTOX ARMS.
SPEC. TERMS BED AND BRKFST.
MARYLEBONE. — The radiant weather
continues, with a complete absence of
Mistrals, Forms, Monsoons, and
Mizzles. 37,119 visitors arrived
yesterday, by rail and 'bus, etc., and
37,117 departed, making an increase of
two.
The season, however, culminates in
April, when tho Cup Tie brings
thousands of fashionable travellers,
who find more allurement in the
charming refreshment resorts handy to
the Termini than in prolonging their
journey to Sydenham. Short excur-
sions are however numerous, notably
to view the monumental masons' yards
in the Euston Eoad.
H6TEL TUSSAUD.
ACCOM. FOR CROWNED HEADS.
Little Known Habits of the Sphinx.
"But we now know that, sphinx-like, ho
only disappeared to rise again."
Ilanclifster Evening
178
PUNCH, OR THE LONDON CHARIVARI.
[MARCH 5, 1913.
ONE MORE CHAPTER
(Being a suggested finale to Mr. G. K.
CHESTERTON'* vivid and suggestive
work, " The Victorian Age in Liter-
ature ").
THE most curious and inspiring
manifestation of the Victorian Age
has been left to the last, but it is,
of course, perfectly obvious to the
simplest person that the last is really
first. Until the appearance of this
portent, what had been lacking in the
Victorians was, in a word, self-con-
sciousness. They were like a huge and
prosperous business concern which,
when the end of the year comes and
stock-taking is necessary, has
no one -capable of performing
that tedious but needful opera-
tion. They were like a million-
aire who has no arithmetic. The
money is there, but he can-
not tell how much it is ; the
scrip is there, but he does not
know its value.
It is given to some firms to go
on quite happily without taking
stock ; and it is given to some
millionaires to rest content with
dividends and make no enquiries
as to capital. But England is
not always like that. England
has a genius for complacency,
but it also has a genius for
anxiety. Its genius for com-
placency is fairly steady; its
genius for anxiety is sporadic.
Everyone with a grain of ob-
servation must have noticed now
and then that, in the terrible
slang of the man on the 'bus,
we get into the grip of a don't-
know - where - he - are - ishness.
Periodically this want of direc-
tion, this ignorance of the
FRED BARNARD (that neglected genius)
of the yokel holding a lantern over the
sundial to see the time. She knew
that time was somewhere hidden there,
but she did not know how to educe it.
Even more so, perhaps, was she like
a motor-car absolute in every part
and ready for everything but with no
member of the party capable of acting
as chauffeur. It was then at that
critical moment that the man arrived,
forced, as foolish old TAINE in his only
wise remark expressed it, out of space
by the sheer demand of his tune.
It was, in a word, peculiarly CHES-
TERTON'S mission to explain and ac-
count for. Every one has heard of
the veil. It was under CHESTERTON that
England at last realised where she was.
Ho made it all enormously clear.
McSlaughter (the great).
.,. A. Worm, Esq. (pathetically).
meaning of life, has been terrm- TO WIN A MATCHj »
cally apparent in our little island,
but never more so than towards the
end of what for convenience in this
book has been called the Victorian Age,
although as a matter of fact the really
salient thing about the Victorian Age
was its habit of borrowing from other
WELL, THAT 'B 8 UP AND 7."
WHAT DOES IT FEEL LIKE
ages.
At the end of
that remarkable era
of poets with one leg shorter than the
other a feeling of unrest came to be
evident, which can be best expressed
by the statement that England was
looking for a prophet, or not perhaps
so much a prophet as a lamp or star
of guidance. Perfectly equipped to go,
she was unaware of the way. She
was like a first-class pedestrian with
knapsack and staff all complete but no
map. She was like the captain of a
superb liner who has lost his compass.
She was like the inspired picture by
personally-conducted tours of the world.
CHESTERTON was the first and greatest
personal conductor. With his pointer
in his hand he accompanied mankind
to every spot of interest and made all
clear. He missed nothing. No scruple
of conscience was too minute for his
attention ; no cataclysm of human am-
bition great enough to daunt him. By
his assistance the wayfarer was pro-
vided with a new map, which CHES-
TERTON (who was also an artist) rapidly
drew from his own head. By his
guidance the captain of the liner re-
gained an approximate ideaof thewhere-
abouts of the pole. But it was CHES-
TERTON'S special mission to assist the
benighted rustic by instructing him in
the divine mission of the sun. For too
long had the sun been obscure to the
Victorians. CHESTERTON drew aside
BAG-TIME AMONG THE POETS.
FAMILIARITY is said to breed con-
tempt. One hesitates to say that it docs
that in the case of the best poetry, but
it certainly rather dulls the edge of
pleasure. In other words we can know
poems so well that their freshness
wears off. And that is where rag-time,
the great antiseptic, comes in ; for by
its aid all poetry, however trite, can
be made new. Take, for example,
SOUTHEY'S famous lyric, " The Battle
- of Blenheim." Most persons
are, perhaps justly, tired of the
form in which we learned it — •
" It was a summer's evening,
Old Kaspar's work was don6,"
and so forth. But apply the
method of " Dixie," with a little
help from " Everybody's Doing
It," and you get a totally new
and invigorating poem. Thus : —
It was a sum-
It was a sum-
Mer's evening, and old Kaspar's work
It was done, it was done, it was done ;
And he before
And he before
His cottage door was sitting there
In the sun, in the sun, in the sun.
And by him sported on the
Green, on the green, on the green,
His little little grandchild, swoetlrene.
(The name is, of course, Wilhel-
mine, but rag-time must have a
dissyllabic Irene in it, every
time.)
The monotony of the stanza
in "The Daffodil Fields," Mr.
MASEFIELD'S latest joy-ride on
Pegasus, has been commented
upon. With a little skilful
syncopation even that poem
might be made cheerful and
Try it.
bright.
East is East and West is West.
"NIGERIAN DOBBAR
STRIKING SPECTACLE IN EAST AFRICA."
And this from the high-priest of Em-
pire, The Pall Mall Gazette I
The Salome craze seems to have
already reached Tasmania, where, ac-
cording to The Hobarl Mercury, an
Independent Candidate (whose inde-
pendence would appear to extend to
matters of history) told the electorate
that "the Liberal Government reminded
him of the daughter of Herodotus, who
for dancing before Pilate asked as
reward for the head of John the
Baptist on a charger." This is one of
the few good stories of his day that
HERODOTUS somehow missed.
MARCH 5. 1913.]
PUNCH, OR THE LONDON CHARIVARI.
179
Dear Old Lady (using call-office teleplione for the first lime, to operator at tlie Exclumgc).
ATTENTIVE, MY DEAR, I 'M PUTTING AN EXTBA PENNT I» THB BOX FOB TOUBSELP."
1 AND AS YOU 'VB BEEN BO KICK AKD
FOLLOWING PEECEDENT.
ENTENTE - CORDIALITY is in the air.
One of the first acts of the new Ameri-
can President. Mr. WOODBOW WILSON,
was to send a friendly letter across
tho Mexican border couched in the
following terms, which seem to have
an air of familiarity to us, we cannot
think how. It was no fault of Presi-
dent TAPT'S successor if anything went
wrong with the document. We subjoin
the text: —
MM. les Presidents, great and good
(but somewhat too numerous) friends, I
desire to address to you my congratu-
lations and best wishes on the occasion
of your election to the highest and most
precarious office that your country can
offer, and this I do most heartily quite
irrespective of the brevity of your reign.
Being desirous of adding a further proof
of my sincerity I am pleased to confer
upon you my Order of the Canned Eagle,
a quantity of tho insignia of which
accompanies this letter, sufficient, I
hope, to go round. Accept, MM. les
Presidents, good and great, if transitory,
friends, the assurance of our complete
esteem and high consideration.
Your good Friend, WOODROW.
Mr. WOODROW WILSON has not as
yet received any reply, the accredited
reason being that his letter occasioned
such a sanguinary melee among the
addressees that no one was left alive
to respond to it.
LATEST CUCKOO LOEE.
(TJie extraordinarily early advent of the
cuckoo this year has not escaped the
attention of Mr. Punch's nature cor-
respondents.)
A VERACIOUS correspondent sends us
a remarkable account of the conduct of
a cuckoo in Kew Gardens. It has been
observed on several occasions to visit
early nests of thrushes and starlings.
After each visit the nest was found torn
in fragments. It is conjectured by our
correspondent (an eminent naturalist)
that tho female bird is disgusted that
the male bird should alono enjoy the
privilege of song and feels that its own
claims to equality of voico will never
bo recognised unless and until it proves
them by an exhibition of violent and
revolutionary behaviour.
Mr. HILAIRB BELLOO (the famous
Sussex naturalist) reports that there is
an extraordinary alteration in the cry
of the cuckoo this season. Instead of
its customary call of " Cuck-oo," every
time he has heard it the bird has said
" Jew-jew."
Our Bishop's Waltham correspondent
announces that the Smallholders' Asso-
ciation of the district are offering a
reward of 10s. for every dead cuckoo.
The Association declares that the dam-
age to crops done by the local hunt is in-
finitesimal compared with that done by
photographers, cinematographers, and
newspaper correspondents in pursuit
of the evasive early cuckoo. One
farmer complains that a Daily Mirror
correspondent, in his endeavours to get
a snap-shot of a rook in the act of
cuckooing, spoilt no less than half an
acre of winter wheat.
A correspondent writes from the
Army and Navy Club that there is
only one explanation of tho cuckoo's
early arrival this year. As the air in
Franco and Germany is so crowded
with army dirigibles and aeroplanes
that a cuckoo cannot cuck in peace, it
is only natural that the timid bird
should come to England, where there is
not the slightest risk of its nights being
checked by collision with anything in
Colonel SEELY'S Aerial department.
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PUNCH, OR THE LONDON CHARIVARI.
[MAECH 5, 1913.
WINTER SPORT.
V. — A TAILING PABTY.
THE procession prepared to start in
the following order : —
(1) A brace of sinister-looking horses.
(2) Gaspard, the Last of the Bandits;
or, "Why cause a lot of talk by
pushing your rich uncle over the clift,
when you can have him stabbed quietly
for one franc fifty?" (If ever I were
in any vendetta business I should pick
Gaspard first.)
(3) A sleigh full of lunch.
(4) A few well-known ladies and
gentlemen (being the cream of the
Hotel des Angeliques) on luges ; namely,
reading from left to right (which is
really the best method — unless you
are translating Hebrew), Simpson,
Archie, Dahlia, Myra, me, Miss Cardew
and Thomas.
While Gaspard was putting the finish-
ing knots to the luges, I addressed a
few remarks to Miss Cardew, fearing
that she might be feeling a little lonely
amongst us. I said that it was a
lovely day, and did she think the snow
would hold off till evening? Also had
she ever done this sort of thing before?
I forget what her answers were.
Thomas meanwhile was exchanging
badinage on the hotel steps with Miss
Aylwyn. There must be something
peculiar in the Swiss air, for in England
Thomas is quite a respectable man". . .
and a godfather.
" I suppose we have asked the right
one," said Myra doubtfully.
" His young affections are divided.
There was a third girl in pink with
whom he breakfasted a lot this morning.
It is the old tradition of the sea, you
know. A sailor — I mean an Admiralty
civilian has a wife at every wireless
station."
" Take your seats, please," said Archie.
" The horses are sick of waiting."
We sat down. Archie took Dahlia's
feet on his lap, Myra took mine, Miss
Cardew took Thomas's. Simpson, alone
in front, nursed a guide-book.
" En avant ! " cried Simpson in his
best French - taught- in - twelve - lessons
accent.
Gaspard muttered an -oath to his
animals. They pulled bravely. The
rope snapped — and they trotted gaily
down the hill with Gaspard.
We hurried after them with the
luges. . . .
" It 's a good joke," said Archie, after
this had happened three times, "but,
personally I weary of it. Miss Cardew,
I'm afraid we've brought you out
under false pretences. Thomas didn't
explain the thing to you adequately.
He gave you to understand that there
was more in it than this."
Gaspard, who seamed full of rope,
produced a fourth piece and tied a knot
that made oven Simpson envious.
" Now, Samuel," I begged, " do keep
the line taut this time. Why do you
suppose we put your apricot suit right
in the front? Is it, do you suppose,
for the sunset effects at eleven o'clock
in the morning, or is it that you may
look after the rope properly ? "
" I 'm awfully sorry, Miss Cardew,"
said Simpson, feeling that somebody
ought to apologise for something and
knowing that Gaspard wouldn't, " but
I expect it will be all right now."
We settled down again. Once more
Gaspard cursed his horses, and once
more they started off bravely. And
this time we went with them.
" The idea all along," I explained to
Miss Cardew.
" I rather suspected it," she said.
Apparently she has a suspicious mind.
After the little descent at the start,
we went uphill slowly for a couple of
miles, and then more rapidly over the
level. We had driven over the same
road in a sleigh, coming from the
station, and had been bitterly cold and
extremely bored. Why our present posi-
tion should be so much more enjoyable
I didn't quite see.
" It 's the expectation of an accident,"
said Archie. " At any moment some-
body may fall off. Good."
" My dear old chap," said Simpson,
turning round to take part in the con-
versation, " why anybody should fall
off "
We went suddenly round a corner,
and quietly and without any fuss what-
ever Simpson left his luge and rolled
on to the track. Luckily any possi-
bility of a further accident was at once
avoided. There was no panic at all.
Archie kicked the body temporarily out
of the way; after which Dahlia leant
over and pushed it thoughtfully to the
side of the road. Myra warded it off
with a leg as she neared it ; with both
hands I helped it into the deep snow
from which it had shown a tendency to
emerge ; Miss Cardew put a foot out at
it for safety ; and Thomas patted it
gently on the head as the end of the
" tail " went past. . . .
As soon as we had recovered our
powers of speech — all except Miss
Cardew, who was in hysterics — we
called upon Gaspard to stop. He indi-
cated with the back of his neck that it
would be dangerous to stop just then ;
and it was not until we were at the
bottom of the hill, nearly a mile from
the place whore Simpson left us, that
the procession halted, and gave itself up
again to laughter.
" I hope he is not hurt," said Dahlia,
wiping the tears from her eyes.
" He wouldn't spoil a good joke like
that by getting hurt," said Myra con-
fidently. " He 's much too much of
a sportsman."
" Why did he do it ? " said Thomas.
" He suddenly remembered he hadn't
packed his safety-razor. He 's half-
way back to the hotel by now."
Miss Cardew remained in hysterics.
Ten minutes later a brilliant sunset
was observed approaching from the
north. A little later it was seen to be
a large dish of apricots and cream.
" He draws near," said Archie. " Now
then, let 's be stern with him."
At twenty yards' range, Simpson
began to talk. His trot had heated
him slightly.
"I say," he said excitedly. "You —
Myra shook her head at him.
" Not done, Samuel," she said re-
proachfully.
" Not what, Myra ? What not —
" You oughtn't to leave us like that
without telling us."
"After all," said Archie, "we are all
one party, and we are supposed to keep
together. If you prefer to go about by
yourself, that 's all right ; but if we go
to the trouble of arranging something
for the whole party —
" You might have caused a very
nasty accident," I pointed out. "If you
were in a hurry, you had only to say
a word to Gaspard and he would have
stopped for you to alight. Now I begin
to understand why you kept cutting the
rope at the start."
" You have sent Miss Cardew into
hysterics by your conduct," said Dahlia.
Miss Cardew gave another peal.
Simpson looked at her in dismay.
" I say, Miss Cardew, I 'in most
awfully sorry. I really didn't — - I
say, Dahlia," he went on confidentially,
" oughtn't we to do something about
this? Hub her feet with snow or — I
mean, I know there 's something you do
when people have hysterics. It 's rather
serious if they go on. Don't you burn
feathers under their nose ? " He began
to feel in his pockets. " I wonder if
Gaspard 's got a feather ? "
With a great effort Miss Cardew
pulled herself together. " It 's all right,
thank you," she said in a stifled voice.
" Then let 's get on," said Archie.
We resumed our seats once more.
Archie took Dahlia's feet on his lap.
Myra took mine. Miss Cardew took
Thomas's. Simpson clung tight to his
luge with both hands.
" Eight ! " cried Archie.
Gaspard swore at his horses. They
pulled bravely. The rope snapped —
and they trotted gaily up the hill with
Gaspard.
We hurried after them with the;
luges. ... A. A. M.
MARCH 5, 1913.]
PUNCH, OR THE LONDON CIIARIVAIM.
181
DISAPPEARING GENTLEMEN.
THE DAILY MAIL'S " own correspon-
dent" afc Rome relates in a recent issue
the strange experience of a generous
Canadian rejoicing in the name of
Gaway. While he was visiting the
Forum a man, who appeared to be
an Englishman, approached him and
entered into conversation : —
" The stranger said ho was going to
be received by the Pope, to whom ho
had to present a sum of money, but
that he had not the full amount in his
possession. The Canadian lent him
£100, whereupon the stranger disap-
peared."
On communicating with our own
correspondents in several other capitals,
we have been able to obtain evidence
of several other cases in which the
superb confidence and generosity of the
representatives of the Dominions are
worthy of at least equal note. Thus, a
New Zealander named Googley was
standing on the Rialto the day before
yesterday, when a man, who appeared
to be a Scotsman, engaged him in
conversation. The stranger informed
Googley that he was about to have
an audience of the Doge of Venice, to
whom he had to present a purse of
50,000 sovereigns from the Italian com-
munity resident in Portobello, Scot-
land. As he was unfortunately £5,000
short, the New Zealander promptly lent
him that sum, whereupon the canny
Caledonian vanished into thin air.
A wealthy Newfoundlander named
McJuggins, who has recently been
visiting St. Petersburg, was accosted a
few days ago by what appeared to be
a Manxman. In the course of an
animated conversation the Manxman
explained that he had come all the way
from the Isle of Man to engage in a
three-legged race with the TSAR against
two of the most notorious Grand Dukes.
Unluckily he had not enough money in
his possession to pay for the regulation
costume enjoined by the Procurator of
the Holy Synod — viz., " shorts " of
cloth of gold and a jersey embroidered
with precious stones. McJuggins at
once agreed to lend him a quantity of
uncut jewels, which the Manxman
promised to return after the race, but,
strange to say, he has not been heard
of since. On enquiry at the Imperial
Palace at Tsarsko Seloe, McJuggins
was assured that no such contest was
in prospect or indeed had ever been
contemplated by any member of the
Romanoff family.
A South Australian named Swallow
was recently visiting the Acropolis at
Athens, when a total stranger, who in
dress, accent and demeanour appeared
to be a perfect Welsh gentleman, came
PERFIDIOUS MAN.
Constable. "Wail's THE MATTER, SIB? SUFFRAGETTES BEEN A-TAMPERIN' WITH YOU*
LOCK?"
Belated Reveller. "No, I DID IT MYSELF, BUT THE LITTLE DEARS ABE GOING TO— TO
GET THE BLAME FOR MY BEING BO LATE, WHAT?"
up and asked his assistance. He had
obtained a concession to erect a beauti-
ful week-end bungalow on the Plains of
Marathon for Mr. LLOYD GEORGE, but
unless he could deposit £10,000 with
the Greek Government that day the
option would lapse. Mr. Swallow at
once furnished the sum,, whereupon the
stranger, genially observing "a man
with a name like yours is capable of
anything," suddenly became invisible
and has not yet been discovered by the
Athenian police.
Impending Apology to Lord
Kitchener's Cook.
" CAIRO, Tuesday Night.
Kiamil Pasha dined with Lord Kitchener to-
night.— Central News.
A report was widely circulated yesterday
that Kiamil Pasha was dead."
Daily Telegraph,
" He is a ruler of a type which most of us
supposed had become as extinct as the dado."
Daily Colonist (B.C.).
As the antimacassar, anyway.
182
PUNCH, OR THE LONDON CHARIVARI.
[MARCH 5, 1913.
I 'LL TELL YOU WHAT IT li,
Socialist Demagogue. "THE EMPIRE, FORSOOTH! AND WHAT'S THAT, I SHOULD LIKE TO KNOW.
BROTHERS AND SISTERS', THE EMPIRE 'B AN INVENTION OF THE TOEIES I "
THE
(Golf will appear for the first time
FKTTKRS of sloth hang round and hobble U3,
Swiftly the webs are spun ;
Scarce have we time ere the spiders gobble ua
To utter " Jack Eobinson."
Chief of our shames, we have lost our claims
To excel the world at Olympic Games ;
We are heirs no more to the old Discobolus ;
"We can neither leap nor run.
LAST STAND.
in the Olympic Games' programme for 1916.)
When lo ! like a sun-burst seen through vapour
As a three-days' fog clears off,
I found this par in my morning paper,
" Hellas embraces golf " :
German and Yank, you may keep your swank
With the quivering lath and the diver's tank.
But who shall best o'er the bunker caper,
And joust in the sand-filled trough ?
Where, ah where shall we seek asylum ?
How shall we gild again,
Fallen and tarnished deep, the whilom
Coronals ? Frank and Dane
Filch from our brows the olive boughs ;
Sprinters we have, but they halt like cows ;
And as for our chess and our chucking the pilum —
Ah, stop I It is too much pain.
Tims did I muse, and my heart debated
Sadly about Berlin ;
Here, 1 thought, shall the lease undated
Of Albion's prido fall in 1
We shall gain no goal, I said to my soul,
We shall fall at the foot of the greased Pole,
Wo shall bow our heads to the Czech, checkmated,
We shall yield the palm to the Finn.
None, I think, but the loved of Heaven
Whose path is the ancient green,
Whose hearts are buoyed with the sea-dogs' leavon,
Whose brand is the iron keen ;
Only the race with the brassio faco
That follow the spheres in a long, stern chase,
Tli at still putt out as the tars of Devon
Put out to the Spaniard's teen.
Here (so carry our drives, O Castor,
Pollux our chip-shots eke)
I will wager a crown to a mere piastre
That Teuton and Gaul and Greek
And the far-away Japs and the sledge-borno Lapp
Shall fall to our£!h(s-four handicaps,
And the god shall fasten the oleaster
To the blade of a British cleek. EVOB.
PUNCH, OB THE LONDON CHARIVARI.— MARCH 6, 1913.
THE MAJESTY OF THE LAW.
MARCH 5, 1913.]
PUNCH, OR THE LONDON CHARIVARI.
185
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Japan Times.
We find that a three-and-sixpenny
green felt shows ours up best.
From a calendar : — •
1 ' O that a man might know
The end of this day's business ere it comes !
Troilus ii Cressida, iii. 3."
O that a man might know the end of
Julius Ccesar (v. 1) !
186
PUNCH, OR THE LONDON CHARIVARI.
[MARCH 5, 1913.
FORCED CARDS.
I USUALLY defend myself by claiming
that my mind isn't built for learning
card games. I have cynical friends
who say, " Why drag in card games ? "
but, of course, they exaggerate. My
rnind is equal to any amount of
politics, law, and finance. The moment
I sit down at a little green table, how-
ever, I am chastened, shamed, publicly
humiliated.
It usually happens like this. Sup-
pose it is evening. I arn tired, and I
sit down with the relish of
the tired business man who
has been sitting down all
day. I pick up a book or a
newspaper or a time-table,
and muse over it. Just as I
begin to enjoy myself com-
fortably, in rush Ruth and
Alice and Jack.
" Come on, Uncle, join us
at Snitch I " they cry, and
flock about me.
" Is it a restaurant ? "
" No, it 'a something like
Double Dummy Mumps, only
faster."
Instantly I perceive their
meaning. They mean cards.
I am not so easy.
" 1 don't know it. Never
played it. I am very sorry,
but my experience in such
games is very lim — •— "
" That doesn't make any
difference." they cry. " We
can teach you."
" You can't." I state this
with certainty. "It's been
attempted."
" Oh, yes, we can. You '11
get it all in a second. Why,
it's one of the simplest
games."
Wearily I lay down the
paper. There is no hope.
All is lost. We wake a
sleeping card-table in the corner of
the room, set it on its unwilling feet,
and sit down about it. Alice produces
a huge pack of cards and hands them to
Jack, who proceeds to arrange and disar-
range them in a purposeless sort of way.
" Now explain the game, please," I
venture. " How do you play ? "
"The idea," says Jack, "is not to
get sevens. And of course the Ace of
Diamonds counts ten."
This is the way such people always
begin.
" Yes, but what do I do ? Do I hand
the cards to my partner, or put them
on the table, or stuff them ono by one
into my pockets, or just put them in
piles ? And what happens to the pile
in the middle of the table ? "
There is a general sigh of weariness
about the table. "Oh, you'll see
in a minuto when you've started
playing."
I wait impatiently and apprehen-
sively. Presently I find myself with
about a dozen cards in my hands. On
the backs are some very pretty pictures,
representing Sir WALTEB RALEIGH
(brown and black) before Windsor
Castle (mostly black) throwing a brown
cloak into a black puddle, while QUEEN
ELIZABETH (brown), followed by brown
gentlewomen, steps all over it. As an
First Bluejacket. " I OFFES WONDEKS, BILL, WHY PABSONB
WBAB8 THBIB OOLLAB8 OOIN' ASTERS."
example of economy in art, the thing is
admirable.
" Hurry up, Uncle," says Ruth
severely. " It 's your turn."
I am dazed.
" What do I do ? "
" Play any three cards."
" How do you mean ' play ' ? Do I
put them down somewhere ? "
" Yea, on the table."
I do so.
" No, no ! Not face up I "
I reverse them.
" No ! Don't you see that now we
know what they are? Play three
more."
I do so.
" Now take back the three you played
first."
I do so, and breathe again. The
game goes on.
But my respite is short. In a
moment they are after me again. I am
frozen with terror. My hands shako.
" What do I do ? "
"Put down three more. No, not
there . . . over herel Good." There
is a murmur of applause. But Alice
has been looking over my shoulder, " to
help me," as she explains it. She gasps.
" Good heavens, you played the Queen
of Sheba I " she cries to a horrified
audience. "Never mind, Uncle. We
shan't count it this lime."
Her tone is indulgent. " You
couldn't be expected to know
that it counts thirty against
you."
The next time my turn
comes round my heart is in
my boots. I play three cards.
Alice watches me again.
" No, Uncle, not those
cards . . . no, no, not that
one .... Haven't you even
got them sorted? Now dis-
card. No, not into your
pocket. No, not under the
table .... There . . . that's
right . . . No, here I Now
play three .... No, not
those . . . there ! "
So the game progresses.
I am led as the blind. At
last the process ends, the
scores are added. I am
minus eighty-three. I am
miserable.
" You did beautifully, "
they all assure me in chorus.
You'll learn the game in
another jitfy. Don't you
think it's fun? Now for
another."
Quietly but resolutely I
rise to my feet. "I am
very sorry," I say. "I
have a headache, or some-
thing. I regret that I can-
not join you in another round. The
subject is a painful one. Good night."
" Lostwithiel was easy-going in a general
way. but when he did put his foot down upon
any point ha was immovable."
Family Herald.
Thus differing from us, who are particu-
larly mobile on such occasions.
Life's Little Tragedies.
" But to claim thai because a sprinter can
cover a hundred yards ID ten seconds, that
therefore he can accomplish a speed of hotter
than three miles an hour, is to t:ilk nonsense."
Sheffield Independent.
It is pathetic that, at the very moment
when he was about to crush his oppo-
nent, the writer should have been let
down by a careless compositor.
MARCH 5, 1913.]
PUNCH, OR THE LONDON CHARIVARI.
187
LEAK
Village Orator (seconding a proposition for the repair of the reading-room roof). " I
i VEBY BAD. ESPECIALLY is THIS NOTICEABLE IN WET WEATHER."
THINK YOU 'LL ALL AGREE THAT THE HOOF DOES
THE REVIVAL,
AWAKE, my Muse ; 0 idle Muse, awake.
There was a time, and not so long ago,
When we habitually did betake,
From morn's young flush till dinner's tardy glow,
Ourselves to song : when we went near to break
All records with a fine unfailing flow,
So full, so pure, that people wondered how
We did it — as I sometimes wonder now.
Delia it was that then controlled our song,
Delia that ruled our most surpassing lays ;
Her charms that swept us, so to speak, along
As on a wave. In such a maiden's praise
The veriest idiot could not go far wrong,
So fair was she. Why, in that goodly phase,
We did our piece per diem ; once, by heaven,
In one triumphant burst we managed seven.
0 Inspiration, never have I known
Aught to compare with that imperious prime.
Her (fair) hair sang itself ; her eyes alone
(Blue, luckily) were pools of various rhyme.
On these and on her figure (all her own)
We sang magnificently till, as I "m
A sinner, she remarked that she could not
Stand any more — which chilled me like a shot.
For Delia, though too late we learned it, lacked
One charm for want of which all charms are vain ;
The very music which one might have backed
To sweeten lemons filled her heart with pain.
It was a crushing blow. In point of fact,
I made a dark oath not to sing again,
But put my songs away and in my throes
Vowed my snubbed soul thenceforth to dullest prose.
But now again there rises in my breast
A quickening zeal to sing the long day through ;
I think I feel the better for the rest.
Then wake ! We need not tackle aught that 's new.
Our Delia's old collection, if redrest
And slightly altered here and there, will do.
'Tis Araminta now that rules our lay,
A better girl than Delia, any day. DuM-DuM.
" TOBY PABTY SPLIT OVEB BONAB LAW.
It would appear that tho I lunar Law as an issue has been discredited
and that it will be abandoned by the party as an active measure."
Manila Daily Bulletin.
Mr. BONAR LAW has had hard things said of him by his
opponents at home, but until this outburst in the Philippines,
no one, not even his worst enemies, had ever referred to him
as an " issue " or an " active measure."
From a list of prices in an Evesham cinema palace : —
"Fantails. One shilling."
Ordinary pigeons, sixpence.
"SLIPS THAT LOST GOALS.
How HULL CITY WON AT CRAVEN COTTAGE.
Fulham ..0 Hull City .. 0"
Daily Chronicle.
Apparently one of the " slips " that lost Hull City some
goals was due to the printer.
138
PUNCH, OR THE LONDON CHARIVARI.
[MARCH 5, 1913.
A SUFFRAGE COMEDIETTA.
SHE was going round selling The
Militant and making converts, and she
was shown in just as I was .busy over
the housekeeping books, after break-
fust. She was young and pretty and
tailor-built.
"I'm Maud Timmins," she began
(sho had a charming smile) ; " I daresay
you 've heard of me? "
" Yes," I said, " I think I have. But
—are you really a Suff ? 1 didn't know
any of you were like you! I had a
notion of spectacles and goloshes, you
know, and a forty-five-inch waist."
She laughed. "Oh, well, we have
some dear devoted women who are
perhaps a little in that way. But, for
making converts, we find we must
employ youth and charm and bright-
ness ; that 's why I want you ! "
" It 's awfully sweet of you to say
so" (that's me talking), "but my time
is simply frightfully full — what with
social engagements, acting as Papa's
housekeeper, and preparing for iny
marriage in three months' time."
Her face grew beautifully serious.
" But there 's a higher part of you that
wants something higher than all this—
that wants a" Vote ! "
" Oh," I replied, " I shall liave a vote
when I 'm married ! Jack will vote
exactly as I tell him."
She held up her hand reprovingly.
" With that brow, it 's no use trying to
hide your higher self. Doesn't your
heart throb when you hear of the great
Woman's Movement ? "
I said it hadn't throbbed up to now.
"And as for my brow," I went on,
" please, please don't look at it ! My
hair isn't really properly done yet."
Well, she talked and talked, and
before she left she 'd made me promise
to go to a great meeting the next night.
" Our glorious Claribel is to speak ! "
she told me.
"But I thought she was abroad?"
I said.
" Supposed to be," she answered.
"But she's just getting herself smug-
gled across the Channel in a big pack-
ing-case marked ' Explosives.' Isn't she
grand ? "
******
I 've been to the meeting. It was
Jack's evening for coming, but I couldn't
help that. It was splendid ! Maud Tim-
mins looked sweet in pink cachemire-
de-soie. She sat by me for a time and
told me who was who. There was
Mary Holmes, who managed to get
into the House of Commons and tied
herself to the SPEAKER'S chair; and
there was Grace Clutterbuck, with her
arm in a sling (in reaching up to slap
a policeman she grazed her poor deal
hand against his horrid hard helmet !),
and lots of other heroines. And when
the famous Claribel appeared on the
platform, oh there was such clapping
and cheering ! And when sho told us
what it felt like to cross the Channel in a
big packing-case marked " Explosives "
wo all stood up and screamed, and
seven ladies were carried out choking !
When I got home I found Papa and
Jack smoking together.
" I 'm one of them ! " I cried. " I 've
joined the W. S. P. U. Hero are my
sash and badge and card of member-
ship ! Oh, it was so splendid to-night !
Claribel is so grand, and Maud Timmins
is so sweet, and they 're all such brave,
determined darlings ! And I felt such
a poor worm among them, never having
broken anything or burnt anything or
been in prison."
Jack looked glum, and Papa sighed
and said, " You 've been happy enough
up to now, Kitty, without a vote."
"This is not a question of happiness,
Papa," I told him. " It 's a question
of righting a wrong — of abolishing
an injustice — of doing something I
can't remember to a thing I've for-
gotten "
Papa burst out laughing and I turned
away. " I don't expect sympathy in
the matter from you, Papa," I said,
but I don't despair of making Jack
see eye to eye with me."
:|: * * # * *
Jack sees eye to eye with me, and
I could wish it might stop there. I 've
taken him to several meetings, and he 's
even more enthusiastic now than I am.
I 've introduced him to Maud Timmins,
and she 's had a great deal to say to
him. I don't think I like her quite
so much as I did. Jack simply raves
about her. " She 's a ripper ! " he said
yesterday. " The idea of such a woman
as that not having a vote — or anything
else she wants! She's the prettiest,
cleverest, most charming girl I ever
met — except you, of course, Kitty," he
added, almost as if it ivcre ait after-
thought.
* * * * * , *
I don't see Iww I 'm to get through
all my social and domestic duties
and work for the W. S. P. U. as
well.
Jack and I were to have gone to a
great meeting to-night, at which Maud
Timmins was to tell of her frightful
experiences at Holloway; but I had
a headache, or thought I had, and said
I wouldn't go. He actually went with-
out mo ! " Of course you wouldn't wish
me to stay away too, dear," he said;
" you 've the Cause too much at heart
for that. What message shall I give
your friend, Maud? — Miss Timmins, ]
should say."
I looked at him. " I have no friend
called Maud," I said frightfully coldly,
and I have no message for Miss
Timmins," and I went up to my room
and shut the door with the bang of an
njured woman.
******
I 'm not one of them any longer! I
rat it to you — how can a girl run her
ather's house, keep no end of social
jngagements, prepare for her own
.vedding, and at the same time sell
The Militant outside railway-stations
ind places, speak at street-corner meet-
ngs, break windows, throw things into
.etter-boxes, and pour stuff on golf-
reens ? It stands to reason that one
set of duties must go ; and so I 'vo
lad to sever my connection with the
W. S. P. U., and have sent back my
sash, badge, Hags and every tiling.
Of course they '11 all despise me, call
me a doll, a weakling, a reactionary in
an upholstered cage, and all that sort
of thing. But I don't care. Anyhow,
Jack won't see that Maud Timmins
any more !
******
I 've told Papa and Jack. They
didn't twit me a bit. Wo had a regular
cosy fireside evening to-night, with
music and chat. After all, be it never
so voteless, there 's no place like Home 1
Jack was nicer and more devoted than
ever — but still I 'm glad he won't have
any more chats with that Timmins
creature.
During the evening I went to fetch
Papa a book he wanted from the library,
and on my return, when I was just
outside the drawing-room door, I heard
him say to Jack, " It was a capital
idea of yours, my boy, and for all our
sakes I 'm delighted it 's worked out so
well!"
"What clever thing has Jack been
doing ? " I asked as I went into the
room. But I never heard what it was,
for he immediately began to tell me of
a dear little house in Mayfair that he
thought we might go and look at.
"From the artistic point of view the chief
success of tho evening was scored by Mr.
Joseph Bull, whose banjo selections were
executed with great brillianca. A complete
master of his instrument, Mr. Bull gave a
splendid rendering of Wagner's ' T.nm
hauscr.' " — Surrey Mirror.
What we always say is, if we can't
hear Tannhauser on the ocarina we
don't want to hear it at all.
"Mr. C. L. Baillieu, who is rowing in the
Oxford crew, is a sou of Mr. W. L. Baillieu,
Acting-Agent General for Victoria, pending
the arrival of Mr. Peter McBrido."— Standard.
When Mr. BAILLIEU, junior, will resign
and accept a nephewship.
MARCH 5. 1913.]
rUNCII, OB TUB LONDON CHARIVARI.
ISO
AET AND UTILITY.
[English Verso Composition is now threat-
ened as a fcaturo of modern education. The
following correspondence1 is published without
any guarantee as to its authenticity.]
DKAB FATHER, — Since a school expects
Jts junior members to bo dumb
About the manifold defects
Of comfort and curriculum,
I bave, until the present term,
Observed that custom, like a worm.
But now must ask you if I ought
To waste my time and, what is worse,
To waste your money, being taught
T.ie art (?) of writing English verse ;
No art, I hear, since HOMER'S day
Has ever yet been made to pay.
If you could seo the little swinea
Who take the prize for this offence,
Could seo tho masters alter lines
And turn their rubbish into senso,
You would, I really think, agree
That this is not the place for me.
******
DEAR ALFRED, — Yours of 2nd insb.
Is just to hand, and in reply
Would beg to say I am convinced
That — though, of course, in days
gone by
It didn't pay tho bards to sing —
Now there is money in the thing.
Before commercial enterprise
Had reached its present happy state,
When people didn't advertise,
But left the sale of goods to Fata
Or merit, then the artist's trado
Was very often under-paid.
Tho painter's pictures didn't sell,
The writer couldn't place his stuff;
But now that pretty posters tell,
And polish pleases in a puff,
There is a chance "for cultured lads
To make a fortune out of ads.
THE UNEXPECTED.
UPON the Variety stage they are
known as Jolly Jackson and Dreary
Drew, Cross-talk Comedians. Jolly
Jackson is full of irrepressible fun ;
Dreary Drew relies for his humour
upon an exaggerated melancholy. In
private life they are known as Alf and
Monte, and it is with their private life
that we are for the moment concerned.
The scene is a sitting-room interior.
Tho remnants of breakfast are on the
table. Before the fire a thin, pale,
lugubrious man is seated, reading The
Music Hall Mirror. This is Monta.
The door opens, and a jolly little red-
faced man enters and pirouettes across
the room, singing — •
" Oh, why did I fancy Nancy
When Nancy did not fancy ma? "
" Shut up," growls Monte.
Eminent Professor. "AND BO YOU SEE, MY DEAB YOUNG LADY, THE ELECTRONS OB
B PABTICLE8 WHICH ABB EXPELLED FEOM THE ATOM LOSB THKIB KINETIC EXEBGY BT
IMPINGING OH TUB GASEOUS MOLECULES, WHICH THEY IONISE, AND W1IKN TIIEIB VELOCITY
IS REDUCED SUFFICIENTLY ABB EVENTUALLY SWALLOWED CP."
Dear Young Lady. " OH. I SEE ; BUT WHAT FEABFULLY BOUGH LUCK os THE ELECTBOSS I "
Alf — for it is he — perches upon the
edge of the table and beams upon his
partner. " I have had an idea," he says
solemnly. " It is a new turn for us
which will storm the town. Every nut
will be cracked about it. It is to be
an imaginary conversation between the
Devil and the Deep Sea." He roars
with laughter and dances round the
room, singing —
" ' Any sum from five pounds to five thousand
Lent upon your note of hand.'
If that were only true
No more work I 'd do—
Oh, what a happy, happy land I "
" I shall play the Deep Sea," ha con-
tinues, alighting once more upon the
table, " while you, with your unerring
dramatic instinct, will give a vivid
impersonation of " But Monte has
risen and solemnly leaves the room.
Now comes the question to which we
have been leading up all this while —
Which of tJiese two is Jolly Jackson and
which ts Dreary Drew ¥
No, gentle reader, you are quita
wrong. The merry Alf is Jolly Jackson,
the melancholy Monte is Dreary Drew.
That is why we have called our siory
"The Unexpected."
From a seed catalogue : —
" When the quantity in a penny packet is
not stated, but only tho price per oz., the
quantity may bo estimated in the following
way : — If the price, for example, is Is. pr.r oz.,
a penny packet will contain about one-twelfth
of an oz., or to put it in another way, twelve
penny packets would make about one oz. If
the price is Cd. per oz., six packets will make
about one oz., and so en."
Dullish people, gardeners.
190
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THE MOESO-GOTHS.
".\ND where," said Francesca, "shall we go for the
holidays? "
"Holidays!" I said. "Holidays! What inspiration
made you mention that heautiful word? "
" Well," she said, " Easter 'a coming on, you know. It 's
quite early this year, and if we don't make up our minds
soon wo shall ho too lato : we shall get left."
"But, of course, we will make up our minds," I said.
" Minds were given to us in order that we might make them
up. Only first let us dwell for a moment on the vision
roused by the word ' holidays.' Do you see it, Francesca?
The weary labourer resting in some haunt of immemorial
peace, recovering his energy for the toil that is yet to be
accomplished, while his wife and children bring him refresh-
ment and minister to his needs. Stop! Don't speak. Don't
shatter it. Don't
" Oh, but that 's not at all my vision," she said. _
" There," 1 said, " it 's gone. You 've driven it away.
Cold, callous and cruel one, you have murdered a vision."
" But if I drove it away first I couldn't have murdered it."
" Yes, you could," I said. " You drove it away, you
know, and then you sprinted after it and beat it on the
head. Anyhow, it 'a dead."
" Mine isn't," she said dreamily ; " mine 's alive and
kicking. I see a handsome, matronly woman reposing in
the midst of a glowing Southern landscape, while her
children weave garlands of roses for her and sing songs
about her resting-place. I see
" Isn't there a man in it ? " I said.
" Yes," she said in a rapt voice, " I see a cloaked figure
of a man not yet past the prime of life. He advances
slowly. The children implore him to withdraw. He still
advances. Now he uncloaks himself. No, no ! I can bear
much, but not this." She buried her face in her hands and
shuddered.
"Bravo, EUen Terry!" I said. "And now, perhaps,
you '11 begin to talk sense. Not all the time, of course— one
mustn't expect too much — but every now and then."
" Eight-o," she said.
" Francesca," I said, " I really cannot allow you to talk
slang."
" Oh, but it isn't real slang. It 's early English. All the
early English said ' Eight-o.' "
" But you," I said, " are not early English. You are "
" I," she said with a proud air, " am Indo-Germanie with
a dash of Moeso-Gothic ; but I have married into an early
English family."
" What jargon is this? " I said.
" Jargon ! " she said. " I read it in a learned article last
week. If I have remembered it correctly, am I to be
blamed?"
" Yes, Francesca," I said, " you are. The shock of
hearing these awful words from your lips has unmanned
me. Indo-Germanic, indeed 1 "
" But there were Indo-Germans once, you know. They
lived; they ate Indo-Germanic food; they talked Indo-
Germanic; they made love to one another. Tell me, oh
tell me, you who are a Master of Arts, what is the Indo-
Germanic for ' I will be a sister to you ' ? "
" They never said it. But the what 's-his-name Goths
did. Only I can't quite remember the run of it."
"Don't worry," she said. "It'll come back to you.
And, talking of coming back, let's settle about the holidays."
"Yes," I said eagerly, "let's. You begin, and when
you've done your half, I '11 chip in with mine."
" No," she said, " I don't like that way. It doesn't seem
to give me a fair chance. You begin."
" Let me tell you then," I said, " that I don't want any
holidays at all. I 'm willing to sit tight and go on working.
I 'm one of the bull-dog breed."
" But the best bull-dogs don't sit tight," she said. " They
prowl."
" I 'm not one of that sort. I 'm one of the tight-sitting
dangerous ones."
" Very well," she said, " I '11 take the children somewhere,
and you stay here. You can keep an eye on the workmen."
" The workmen 1 " I said. " What workmen ? "
" The workmen who are going to pull down the wall
between the bathroom and the little dressing-room."
"But "
" Now you 're going to say you haven't been consulted."
" Not I," I said. " You laid it all before me. I know
all the details and object to most of them. I won't have it
done. Besides, think of the dust. I shall choke."
" Then," she said, " you 'd better come with me and the
children. The workmen won't miss you."
" Francesca," I said, " why are you prizing me up with
a lever ? However, I will once more yield. No, you must
not praise me. Nature made me like that, and I can't help
it. Now we will settle where to go. See, I have torn three
strips of paper. The long one is for — shall we say Tunis ? "
" I should love Tunis," she said.
" The shorter one is for What 's the shorter one
for?"
" South Africa," she suggested.
" So be it. And tho shortest one is for "
" Brighton," she said very firmly.
" Yes, we '11 call it Brighton. Now observe : I place
them thus between my closed fingers so that they all look
the same length. You pull one of them out, and whichever
it is that 's the one we go to. I hope you follow me."
" To the end of the world," she said, and promptly pulled
out the longest strip.
" Dear old Tunis," I said.
" No," she said. " Good old Brighton. Tin's is the
shortest strip. Isn't it the duckiest little half-inch of
holiday-paper you ever saw ? "
" Francesca," I said sternly, " you have torn off the best
part of Tunis."
" It 's lucky it came out like that," she said, " for I 've got
the same lodgings we had two years ago." E. C. L.
ON A FEIEND OF MY WIFE'S.
ON you who, with insuff'rable conceit,
Take ev'ry favour as the wage of worth,
Deeming yourself the very salt of earth,
Carping fastidious at the food you eat,
Though charity it is that finds you meat ;
Disdaining snobbishly the careless mirth
And lively joys of those of humbler birth,
Their cheery greetings scorning in the street ; —
On you, whose artful blandishments have won
My wife's fond love, as she, unshamed, avows,
I well might wreak swift vengeance with my gun,
But, being a Scot whom pawky methods please,
I '11 sell you unbeknownst, then chide my spouse
For losing you — her precious Pekingese.
Under a photograph in The Onlooker, which shows
Emmanuel acknowledging a bump in the Lent Eaces, the
following admonition occurs: "Note how the cox of the
victorious crew claims ' a bump ' with uplifted hand." Our
contemporary is in error in supposing that these races are
rowed backwards.
MARCH 5, 1913.]
PUNCH, OR THE LONDON CHARIVARI.
191
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THE CHILD IS DAUGHTER OF THE WOMAN.
Suffragette (just liome after a, strenuous day and expecting important correspondence). " HAVE ANY LETTERS cons FOB MB? "
Daughter. " Yss, MOTHEB, BUT I TOBE THBM DP FOB A DOLLS' PAPEB-CHASE."
Suffragette. "TOBE THEM UP! I NEVEB HEARD OF SUCH BEHAVIOUB! HAVEN'T I OFTEN TOLD rou THAT LETTEBS ABE BACBED
IE INGS?"
OUR BOOKING-OFFICE.
(By Mr. Punch's Staff of Learned Clerks.)
IT will be happy news to many that Mr. EDEN PHILLPOTTS
has written another epic about Dartmoor folk. In many
ways, apart from its actual length (and Mr. PHILLPOTTS was
never one for scant measure) I should regard Widccombe
Fair (JOHN MURRAY) as a big book. Its scope and aim,
nothing less than to tell the human comedy of an entire
district, make it the largest achievement that its author has
so far to his credit. Mr. PHILLPOTTS himself says in his
Preface that the idea of the work has been maturing for
twenty years ; and I for one can well believe it. Look at
the very title I It is amazing how a Dartmoor writer can
have so long refrained from using it. Sooner or later Mr.
PHILLPOTTS was almost morally bound to tell us the true
histories of certain immortals, known hitherto only as a string
of beloved names. They are all here, they and their families,
the Pierces, the Harry Haivkes, the Gurneys, and the rest,
even down to Old Uncle Tom Cobleigh. You will scarce
make their nearer acquaintance without a thrill. These,
however, are but a handful amid a crowd of characters to
be numbered by the score, so that the book becomes not so
much a single story as a collection, from which everyone
may choose a different favourite. My own would be the
diverting history of Farmer Sweetland and his courtships.
The spectacle of a pampered egoist, robbed of his self-
esteem and, later, happy in its recovery, is very aptly con-
veyed. I liked Widecombe Fair so well that I am the
more sorry to find its Preface, already alluded to, revealing
Mr. PHILLPOTTS as very cross with somebody. He com-
plains that he has been condemned for the large part played
by inanimate nature in his stories. Well, for myself, re-
membering the delight I have taken — and it is here renewed
— in his gift of scene-painting, all I can say is, "Please,
Sir, it wasn't me 1 "
If you are still in any doubt as to where the "life ro-
mantic " is to be discovered in our sordid modern civilisa-
tion, go to RICHARD HARDING DAVIS. He knows. It
centres (I mean centers) in the offices of a great American
newspaper. Nearly all the stories in The Red Cross Girl
(DUCKWORTH) hinge on the possibility of fame or adventure
that lie, like the quest of the Grail, before the star reporter
of a Transatlantic print. By far the best of these tales,
I think, is the one called " The Grand Cross of the Crescent,"
which tells how Dr. Oilman, of Stillwater College, the
obscure author of The Rise and Fall of ihe Turkish Empire
192
PUNCH, OR THE LONDON CHARIVARI.
[MARCH 5. 1913.
in fivo volumes, ploughed Peter Ilallowcll, son of the mil-
lionaire founder and supporter of that institution, in Ancient
History ; how for that reason he incurred the wrath of Cyrus
Hallou'cll, and the time-serving Principal, and lost his job ;
how Peter, & good sort after all, was sorry for this and,
having been sent to Constantinople to mug up his subject
at headquarters for the next examination, secured for the
doctor by means of bribes the highest honour that the
method of telling a talo, and ho can mingle a little laughter
with a little pathos in delightfully soothing proportions.
Of the stories which make up his last book, The Lady ot
the Canaries (BLACKWOOD), one is an experiment in the super-
natural, and one has a tragic ending, but the rest are in the
spirit of very genial comedy. " Sanderson's Venus " tells,
how a young painter, inspired by Simon Jubb, " the Lucifei
of critics, the Don Juan of art, with whom the reputation
ruler of Islam could confer on distinguished foreigners ; and | of no old master was safe," to hunt out other pictures b\
how a friendly press agent worked up a gigantic boom out of j tl;o unknown author of an incomparable Madonna in the
this lor the college and all concerned with it, but one which
was of no practical use to the kind-hearted Peter; for in
Palazzo Montogrigio, " invaded private houses so incessantly
that he felt like a gas-inspector," and found out at last but
I shall not tell you what he found out. " The Unfortunate
Saint," again, will be welcome to thoso who remember the
wish that when in London
his characters would do as
London does. On this side,
for instance, we never " feed
buns to the bears " at the
Zoo. I don't know how it is
done, but I feel sure that the
keepers would not allow it.
the end the now famous and reinstated sage, entirely
ignorant of the source of his celebrity, remarks, " I regret i
to tell you, Hallowell, that you are not passed. I cannot | writer's previous exercises, in the manner of M. ANATOLE
possibly give you a mark higher than five." There are | FRANCE, on the careers of holy men. But I must join issue
other good yarns in this book, and indeed the author may I with Mr. ST. JOHN LUCAS on one point. In his last study
generally be relied upon to " deliver the goods." But I do which he calls " Troubles with a Bear in the Midi," a verv
moving anecdote that has
something of the flavour ol
E. L. STEVENSON'S adven-
tures with the unforgettable
Modcstine, he is in difficulty
about the diet of bears, and
begins to collate literary testi-
mony. Two features in tin
tariff are set forth as follows:—
" (1) Sons of the prophet '
(and so, presumably, all men i
who are not too old. Holy
writ was the authority foi
this item).
" (2) Naughty children (this
item was derived from vague
recollections of romances
read in early youth)."
As to the " sons of the pro-
phets," I want Mr. ST. JOHN
LUCAS to read 1 Kings xiii.
He will find that his arctology
is hopelessly unorthodox.
The only girls we men never
fall in love with are those
whom our mothers and sisters
most persistently recommend
for that very purpose. They
may be pretty, they may be
smart, they may not even be
obtrusively good; neverthe-
less we do not get engaged to
them. It is not that our
female relatives are actuated
by envy or malice ; it is
simply that men and women
do not see eye to eye in the
matter of charm. Thus I am
unable to agree with Lady
RIDLEY as to the probability
of Margery Fytton (GHATMAN
AND HALL). I find un-
believable the ubiquitous
FORGOTTEN DEEDS OP VALOUR.
AN INGENIOUS BUT TACTLESS ABTIPICER PEESENTS JULIUS OxESAB
WITH HIS BUST MADE FBOM AN OSTBICH EGO.
conquests with which she is credited almost as a matter
of course, nor can I think that, with all the fineness
of character innate in her and intensified by the tragic
circumstances of her youth, she could so easily and imme-
diately have unsettled the affections of her cousins' prospec-
tive husbands. It would have been the other way on ; her
tunt's campaign for the marrying off of her daughters would
^lave been aided by her having Margery to live in the house
Interested men would have come there because they were in
sympathy with Margery, but would have stayed on because
,hey were in love with one of her cousins, for the cousins
had, as Margery had not, the volatile spirit of sheer femininity
yhich brings men under. The last thing I suggest is that
!ns Margery is unreal ; she is very lifelike and exactly true
o type, but her type is unhappily the wrong one for Lady
KIDLEY s purpose. The book is more especially a woman's
book and. while all who read it will be thrilled by the story
and fascinated by the minuteness and delicacy of the por-
raituro, the ladies will go further and flatly refuse to agree
r a moment with the one exception I take to it.
An engaging simplicity marks Mr. ST. JOHN LUCAS'S
I am convinced by this time
that women-novelists adore
a strong, silent, rugged hero,
who keeps his emotions pent
until the flood-gates burst
open and the heroine is overwhelmed by a veritable spate
of emotion. In the flesh I admit that I have never to my
knowledge met this type of man, but in fiction I have a very-
decided fancy for him as being much more satisfactory t1
the philanderer who constantly interrupts the story by
making love all over tha place. In The Beloved Enemy
(METHUEN), Edmund dime's manners did not amount — he
was an American— to a hill of beans, but he had the patience
of a night-watchman and a heart of gold. The lady—
Elizabeth Thornton — was perhaps, in spite of her sunniness
and beauty, not quite worthy of her prize. Thoughtlessness
is sometimes a pardonable defect of nature, but I found it
hard to forgive her for neglecting her delightful father when
he was critically ill. Madame ALBANESI'S theme is the in-
fluence of adversity upon character, and she puts Elizabeth
through a very severe course of treatment, but still the
remembrance of that extraordinary lapse remained to con-
vince one that her heartlessness was so ingrained that not
the most powerful doses of ill-fortune could purge it. That,
however, is my only murmur, and I only insist upon it
because this is the most ambitious — and in many ways the
most successful — of Madame ALBANESI'S novels.
MAKOI 12, 1913.]
PUNCH, OK THE LONDON CHARIVAUI.
193
CHARIVARIA.
was an independent jaguar or an
escaped prisoner whom tho nearest
slightly earlier. ...
down their school-house whenever they
want a holiday will fall into desuetude.
A New York dentist states that
champagne, if taken regularly, destroys
IN view of the unparalleled increase of constable ought to arrest at sight.
arinamenls now taking place in Kurope, I
the opening of the Palace of JVuc>, At Ellington, in Northumberland, a
which was originally fixed for the school has been erected in twenty-four
"loginning <>f September, will take place hours. Now that this has been proved
to ho possible it is thought that the
practice of young scholar-; burning
"Germany to-day possesses at le.i-4
five airships capable of arriving lino a!
night and destroying wholesale British
Hi •••!*, Dockyards, and Magazines. To
learn how this imminent National Peril
can bo averted, see The
Hi r'u'w of Itcviews." Thus
an advertisement. One can
well understand The lievicu-
nf Reviews being interested
in the danger, being itself a
Magazine. .;: *
' *
The German courts have
decided that the KAISKU
may not evict from his
estate a farmer whose lease
has five years to run. We
should have thought, how-
ever, that a charge of tise-
majesti might have been
successfully preferred!
against the insolent fellow.
* *
At the recent durbar held
by Sir FUKDKBICK LUOAHD,
(iovernor of Nigeria, many
of the Emirs, Keuter tells
us, were attended by their
Court jesters. Their fav-
ourite joke, we hear, was to
cry out in a loud voice,
"Whoa, Emir!" whenever
tho horse bearing one of
these dignitaries became
too restive. ... .;.
More early cuckoos !
Ice - cream barrows, we
read, have already made
their appearance in the
streets of Tunbridge Wells.
HEAHfOINf
'SPOONY*
-WOONY
TIME"
Thoughtful Person. " SOMEHOW THE KOTICES OP BOMB or THESE
VOCALISTS DO NOT SEEM TO BB S0FFU6ED WITH THAT MODKSTY WHICH
ONE EXPECTS TO FIND AS THE ACCOMPANIMENT OF GREAT TAt,KNT."
At a complimentary dinner to Sir
ARTHUR LASKNHY LIBEKTV, last week,
ho was presented with a bust of him-
self by Sir GEOUGE FIIAMPTON. Though
inferior in point of size to tho statue of
Liberty outside New York, it is a much
better likeness. .,. %
*"
Tho fact that two Sambur deer
escaped from captivity at the Zoo the
other day has led to tho suggestion that perambulators.
all the inmates of that institution shall nurses," says ~ -„„„, ut, ...
wear somo distinctive striped costume. ' arms at the demand." The babies, of
Under the present haphazard arrange- course, had already assumed that pos-
n tent, if one were to meet, say, a jaguar, I ture.
walking down Eegent Street,' one would
have no means of knowing whether it
the teeth. Frankly, we are alarmed,
and shall knock it off at breakfast.
•'{
It is stated that a queen wasp has
been seen near Stroud. After the recent
mistakes as to mystery airships, we
shall not be surprised to find this
turning out to be a Suffragette.
* *
A
The Municipal Council at Brest has
imposed a tax of threepence a day on
' The mothers and
The Mail, "are up in
informs us, has written a work on
Death, which vill be published in tho
course of the summer. It should he in
great demand with those who caro
for light holiday reading.
An advertisement of a " Ht'OE SHOK
SALM " attracts our notice. Wo our-
selves never attend any hut Dainty
1 little Shoe Sales.
SO SMALL A THING.
IT lies before me, the little tempter,
and a thousand dreams of
possibilities rise as I con-
template it. Ahiaschar't
basket of crockery did not
lead to more. It may con-
tain wealth and it may con-
tain ruin. No one knows,
but the odds are on ruin. It
depends, of course, a littla
on how sensible I am — or,
rather, not how sensible,
for if I was sensible I should
throw it in the fire, but with
what degree of caution I
proceed in my foolishness.
If I do little I am less likely
to make a mess of it than
if I do much ; but then
comes in the question of
my mental anguish when I
discover what I might have
done had I only been a
little bolder. But which-
ever way the luck goes this
thing is as certain as death
— that regret and dis-
appointment are its in-
separable companions.
Excitement, too, I admit,
and even triumph; but
those others are the steadier
attendants : they " sit by
your bed and bring their
knitting."
Well, there are three
wesks yet before anything
can happen, and that gives
* *
M. MAETERLINCK, The Book Monthly
me time to make up my mind whether
or not to swear off. Meanwhile, there it
lies, the little tempter, my bookmaker's
code and list of rules for the flat season,
just arrived by registered post.
The Salome Craze again.
" ' Do you like my room ? '
Margot turned with her quick smile.
' I expect you find it rather bare? '
•I liko it,' Jennifer answered earnestly.
' It 's liko you.' " — Ilome Chat.
" Hera tho oath was daministcrcd by Chief
Justice White." — Yorkshire Post.
Hush 1
"One comes across real love once in tho
proverbial new moon." — Taller.
"Every month I bring you violets."
VOL. CXI.IV.
194
PUNCH, OR THE LONDON CHARIVARI.
[MAECH 12, 1913.
EMPORIUM SPORTS.
[A Sports and Games Kxhibition has recently
1, en li'1'1 at some London Stores, where-
to follow tho lines of the announcements— a
Croat Gathering of Champions was present
" to di-cuss matters of sport with visitors and
personally to demonstrate their mastery at
their respective games," and where space was
provided to practise driving, approaching,
putting ; to bat and bowl at tho nets ; to cast
a fly • to punch tho ball ; to row in a fixed
ra.-ing boat ; to play a 100 up at billiards,
" AND AIX UNDER THE EYE OF A CHAMPION. ,
Not least of tho allurements offered was the
chance of trying to bowl out HODBS, or "to
have a chat with a Champion, and thus to
improve your game."
Mr. Punch has secured tho following account
by a survivor.]
" HERE we are," said Charles as we
entered. " No, not that way, you ass 1 "
I have always wondered what a trout
says when he sees his pal led away by
tho hook. Now I know. I flapped a
despairing hand at Charles and swerved
off towards the earnest sportsman who
had just contrived a successful cast at me.
I followed my ear, which was pointing
taut in the direction. of tho angler.
My progress was .interrupted by a
resounding 017 of "Fore ! " and I ducked
swiftly, just in timb to add to the
general eclat o! a golf-ball's impact.
The hook still held, however, and the
next moment I was brought up under
the bank.
" Now in a case like that," the Expert
was saying, as 'my angler gaffed me
neatly in the vicinity of the front collar-
stud, " when the fish made a sudden
plunge you should, have let the line
run. Had it not been of superfine
quality, and the rod, too, one of them
would, assuredly have given way under
the strain."
" What about my. ear? " I murmured.
" Only one of the best ears could have
— ah, thank you ! " I continued, as the
hook was released. " No, it 's all right,
really. I 've been thinking for some
time of having the lobe pierced.' So
useful for hanging a key-ring on, you
know."
The" Expert listened with some im-
patience to my angler's apologies.
" And if there 's anything I can do
for you," the latter wound up.
" Nothing, nothing 1 " I assured him.
"Unless — well, if you would just get
that Gentleman Usher for me. Thanks!"
I carefully extricated the Gentleman
Usher from the landing-net — he looked
a bit white about the gills — and asked
him the way to the cricket stand.
" I have never yet had the honour
of asking Mr. HOBBS'S advice on the
matter of my play," I said. " True, I can-
not hope to reproduce with any fidelity
that lovely shot of his past cover, but
I should like to know if the best people
will wear a knotted silk-handkerchief
round their necks next season. In
which case," I added hastily, " you may
rest assured that I am not the man to
slink off homo without going to your
haberdashery department and buying
lialf-a-dozen of this neck-wear."
" No doubt," said the man, retiring
to the safety of formula, "you would
[ike to have an opportunity of bowling
HOBBS out ? "
"Do you — do you really think I
could ? " I asked excitedly, grasping him
by the arm. " You know, there 's that
ball of mine which goes with the shirt-
sleeve, and you think it 's going to be a
half-volley (sometimes it is). It used
to be pretty useful in College matches
when the bowling screen was a bit off
colour. Do you think it might get the
better of HOBBS — tho Oval's HOBBS
— England's HOBBS — the Empire's
HOBBS ? "
" Well, Sir," said the man, " you can
but try. To get to tho cricket stand
you take a Hying leap over the middle
of the skittle alley, skirt tho hopscotch
yard and the fifteenth green, and then
go along the butts — I should say the
first-floor gallery," he corrected him-
self. "Up there, Sir, you'll have to
be very careful and do your best not
to look like a stag, because there's
some gentlemen stalking up the grand
staircase under the direction of the
Open Championship Gillie, and some
mistakes have beer^made already, Sir."
"Thank you," I said. "I hope I
am not deficient in natural courage,
but first of all you shall tell rne where
to find the bar."
" Under the direction of Mr. G. K.
CHESTERTON, Sir ? Yes, Sir. Straight
ahead down the Punch Ball Avenue,
Sir."
" Thank you," I said, " and after
that I will go and dp a little hammer
throwing in the China department."
I never got as far as the China
department. ' First of all the Miniature
Foxhounds (under the direction of
a distinguished M.F.H.) ran me to
earth among the Manchester goods,
and then, when I emerged blowing, I
was very nearly harpooned by a figure
in a gent.'s whaling outfit whom I
recognised as Charles by the spats
which he wore over his sea-boots.
(Always a dandy, Charles.) I made a
desperate charge through the mur-
derous hail of golf balls, tennis balls,
cricket balls, and billiard balls, seeking
for further cover, only to be held up on
a cJievanx-de-frise of spillikins. Be-
coiling from this, I put my foot througl
the skin of a racing eight, and came
down heavily on to a stray dumb-bell.
# :;: >;: # * :;:
" Perhaps this gentleman will try a
bout with you," were the next words I
heard, as somebody alluded to me with
his foot. I struggled to my feet and
beheld Charles — perjured traitor — who
had lured me to the place, deserted mo,
and (all but) harpooned me. I was
not the man I was — while I was lying
stunned I fancied I had been bob-
sleighed over, and I also felt that somo
too zealous golfer (from a Service club)
had been using me as a bunker — but I
seized a foil in a fevered grip.
" Charles," I hissed, "I am going to!
pink you all over. Then I will havd
three rounds with you in the ring.
Then I will bowl at you in tho nets!
Then I will cast flies at you. Then I
will play you a hundred up at billiaixU
— and if you fancy I can't hurt you aq
that you '11 be cruelly undeceived, my
son. I am going to be an assailant
now, under the adyica of all thd
Experts."
Charles's man opened the door and
I delivered a limp bundle into his
arms.
"This," I said, ."is your master.
Arrange him roughly on his bed, and
then send for a surgeon to make thd
necessary extractions, £tc. We havd
been playing a compendium of Bpbrtl
together. This end, by the way, is his"
head. . It is wearing spats merely as a
temporary dressing."
I had just enough strength left to
return to my taxi.
" To the nearest hospital," I said,
" I am going to give myself up."
PAST AND PEESENT.
[Mr. Jus|ice BANKES has in public protested
against tho'excessive wordiness of Counsel.]
THE world observes and notes with
thanks
the views of Mr. Justice BANKES.
But he, alas, is not the first
Whose fate has been to learn the worst
To wit, how very prolix are
The speeches spoken by the Bar.
Yes, Counsel's tendency to bore
lias 'been remarked upon before
By their unhappy Lordships, who
Have been obliged to hear him through
Since Judges first began to sit
They always have complained of it ;
Nor were they more contented men
Or less inclined to grumble when
The Bar included in its ranks
The very learned Mr. BANKES.
"Bedfard Modern School (3) V. Oakhum
School (4). — In this match the game wai
much more even than the score indicates."
Field.
Don't blame the score, though. It di
its best.
PUNCH, OK THE LONDON CHARIVARI.— MARCH 12, 1913.
THE NEW COCKTAIL.
PHKSIDENT WILSON (examining American Eagle's tongue). " MY POOR BIRD! WHAT HAVE THEY
BEEN DOING TO YOU? WHAT YOU WANT IS A GOOD STIFF LEAVE-IT-TO-WOODBOW ! "
M. \iicn 12. 1913.]
PUNCH, OR THE LONDON CHARIVARI.
197
Irish Dealer (summoned to inspect the latest of a series of frauds emanating from his establishment).
CATT'N, I BELAVE IF I SOLD YE A DUCK UT WOULD DROWN t "
'LAME WID SHPHSTSl EEDAD,
A TRIBUTE TO ALEXANDRA, QUEEN OF NURSES.
IT is just fifty years since Denmark's PBINCESS won the
placo that she still keeps in the hearts of the English
people when she came over the sea to be wedded to our
PHINCE OP WALES. It is desired to record this Jubilee by
the building of a Queen Alexandra's Nurses' Home in
connection with the Alton Hospital for Crippled Children.
The QUEKN-MOTHER lias always been devoted to the
welfare of Nurses, and has closely concerned herself with
the interests of those who tend the little patients at Alton.
Mr. Punch ventures to appeal to the many friends who
share his love of children and his loyalty to QUEEN
ALEXANDRA to help of their generosity to raise the sum
of £10,000 needed for this most appropriate memorial.
Contributions should be sent to Sir WILLIAM TBELOAB,
Moorgate House, 61, Moorgate Street, E.G.
From an account of the induction of a minister, in TJie
Aberdeen Free Press : —
"In tho evening a largely attended social meeting was held in
the church, when Rev. J. J. Calder presided. After tea Mrs. Geddes,
Schoolhouse, and Mrs. G. Craig, Knockdhu, robbed the minister."
A quaint and pleasing custom.
" The comparison between Ibsen and Shaw has often teen rudely
laboured. . . . Shaw is ever and everywhere a realist. Ibsen remains
the mystic and the symbolist. We cannot conceive of Mr. Bernard
Shaw writing ' The Lady of the Lake.' " — Everyman.
Nor can we conceive of SCOTT writing The Lady from the
Sea ; but you never can toll.
A MAN'S LAST WORD.
DEAK, when last night I begged you to bestow
Your hand on me, and, far from feeling flattered,
You gave me your uncompromising " No "
And left my heart irreparably shattered,
I swore (quite fluently) to sail awa'
And pot the larger-sized carnivora.
But, ere I buy my outfit (at the Stores)
And brush aside for years Convention's trammels,
Flease ask yourself — such tenderness is yours —
What harm you've suffered from these luckless
mammals,
That you should send me forth resolved to gain
Oblivion by plunging them in pain.
Pause and reflect how at an early date
Maybe some stricken brute will cease his snarling
And (in the jungle's tongue) ejaculate,
" I die because of Arabella Darling."
Your tender heart could not but take amiss
The prospect of a leopard saying this.
Consider, please, how every skin you see
Will rend your bosom with tho thought (Oh I
Circe I)
" Perchance its owner's death was due to me,"
Since qni per alium facit, facil per se ;
Would not this burden prove a lot more hard
Even than mating with the present bard ?
193
PUNCH, OR THE LONDON JJHAR1VA1U.
[MARCH 12, 1913.
A GREAT CONTEST OF WITS.
IN a recent number of The Daily
Mail London and Greater London were
startled and shocked to learn that Mr.
PLOWDEN, the BKKXAKD SHAW of Mary-
lebone, has a serious rival— by which
we mean a comic rival.
Tho deadly article ran thus : —
"A South London Solomon is Mr. I. A.
Symmons, tho magistrate at Greenwich 1 ohcc
Court, where ho lias patched up many a do-
mestic quarrel and f olved many a matrimonial
problem. Mr. 1'lowdcn will havo to look to
his laurels as London's most quoted magistrate.
A handsome man with a ruddy complexion
and k.-en but kindly blue eyes, Mr. Symmons
inspire) confidence at tho first .glance. .
manner is cheerful and tolerant, but he can bo
firm to the point of severity if ho suspects that
a witness or prisoner is lying to him. A good
man to confess to, but a bad man
to deceive, he quickly probes to
the heart of evidence, makes his
decision swiftly, and punishes
according to the means of tho
offender.
Some of- Mr. Symmons's com-
ments are worth reproducing.
Tho following are samples :
Nagging is the constant reitera-
tion of unpleasant truths.
Any man can talk a woman over
if he tries.
Life is a compound. It has the
tears of things, it has tho joy, the
humour, the pleasure of things.
If some women were only better
cooks there would be far fewer
domestic differences for us to
settle.
There is always the chance for
the good joke.
"A large share of the melancholy
of life is due to some derangement
of the digestive system."
Feeling that these mo-
mentous statements were of
such a nature as to need
investigation, Mr. Flinch
commissioned one of his less
dull young men to visit the
famous cadi of Marylebone,
and bring the matter before him ; for it
is surely the highest proof of solicitude
to tell a man that his pre-eminence is
in danger. The setting star is always
happy to learn of one that is rising, and
his friends cannot be too eager in
bringing the news.
Mr. PLOWDEN, a short corpulent man
with a long black beard, was discovered
in his court dealing out jests and sen-
tences with insouciant rapidity and
terrible effect. The windows rattled as
the laughter swelled, and the cracking
of policemen's ribs and splitting of
witnesses' sides were like pistol shots.
Even the prisoners had tears of merri-
ment in their eyes.
When at last, our commissioner
writes, everyone was either in hysterics
or gaol, and the court rose, I approached
Mr. PLOWDEN with the above cutting in
my hand.
" What 's that ? " asked the wit. " A
summons ? "
I gave it to him and lie ran his eaglo
eye over it.
"Ah, no," he said, "not a summons
but a SYMMONS."
For myself, I had difficulty in retain-
ing my foot, but an usher passing at
the time fell into a stupor of mirth
from which, I am told, he has not yet
recovered.
" And what can I do for you ? " Mr.
PLOWDEN inquired in his inimitable way.
" Simply this," I said. " The sugges-
tion of that article is that your nose is
being put out of joint. Kindly tell me
how you yourself feel about it."
"Well," replied the Marylebone
Solon, " do I look down-hearted? "
Never was there such a morning.
Officials tottered gasping for breath
into the street and leaned against lamp-
posts and omnibuses to complete their
fits of hilarity. Traffic was suspended.
Portions of the ceiling fell down. " Fiat
justitia, mat ccelum," said Mr. PLOWDEIJI
more than once. Prisoners escaped.
Tho public gallery was like a battle-
field.
Hero are Mr. PLOWDEN'S rival
scintilla juris : —
" Eat, drink, and be buried : that is
tho summary of too many lives.
The wiser the wife the bettor the
dinner she gives her husband.
Life is a mixture. It isn't all beer
and picture-palaces.
It isn't only at the National Gal-
lery that Constables are in-
jured.
The best constables are
the politest — they might be
called ' If-you-police-men."
A lost latchkey leads to a
multitude of sins."
During the recital of theM
sparklers one man and one
only kept a straight face.
In vain did Mr." PLOWDEN
bend his wits upon this stolid
spectator, until at last he
called an usher and ordered
him to conduct the man froni
the court as a hindrance to
justice. The usher returned
saying that ho had done so. •
"Was he deaf?" asked
Mr. PLOWDEN.
" No, Sir," said the usher.
" He comes from Greenwich."
are recruiting on tho
["General Sir and Lady
Italian Riviera." — Society News.]
MENTAL PICTURE MADE BY OLD LADY ON BEADING ABOVE. SHE
SAYS, " IT IS A SHAME THEY CANNOT GET ENOUGH ENGLISHMEN TO
ENLIST IN THE ARMY AND HAVE TO GO TO ITALY TO GET ITALIANS.
WHEN I WAS A YOUNG GIRL," ETC., ETC.
I admitted that he did not.
" Nor am I," he said. " And to prove
my confidence in myself, excellent fellow
as my colleague no doubt is — and in
a very good court too, by the way,
Grinnidge — I back myself to beat him.
There are a number of his best things
in that article. They are no doubt the
harvest of the reporter's mornings for
many months; but give .me five minutes
and I will produce an equal number of
better things."
" Good ! " I said, scenting some first-
class copy.
"Come back in five minutes," Mr.
PLOWDEN continued, " and I will give
you a sealed paper containing new side-
splitters. In court to-morrow I will
try them publicly, and you shall see the
result and judge for yourself."
I agreed, and the next day attended
as arranged.
Spring Fashions.
From a recipe for batter
pudding : —
"Add the remainder of the
milk, beat again and turn quickly
into hot, buttered gem-pans and bako above
half an hour. Have the oven hot, secure
them together with a piece of flower wire
Twist a length of narrow green ribbon around
tho stalks and you have a pretty bouquet for
your dress or hat.". — Barrow News.
We never wear any pudding but tapioca
on our hat.
"England scored early, but Sotland — a
team all Sottish-bred and born and playinf,
for Sottish lubs— showed up splendidly."
Sutiday Chronicle.
" ' Twas brillig and the Sottish lubs"-
to quote the opening lino of our new
poem.
" A reduction of 9Jd. per cwt. in the prici
of gas has been made by the Waudsworth
Wimbledon and Epsom District Gas Co."
Wimbledon Neios Letter.
We always put our gas in the scales
before using it, to make sure that
have not been given short weight.
MARCH 12, 1913.]
rrxcir, OR THE LONDON CHARIVARI.
199
Tenth. "On, EVERYTHING BORES ONE NOWADAYS. WORST OP IT is, WHEN I'M BORED I CAS'T HELP SHOWING IT.
Lady. "On, BUT vou SHOULD LEARX TO DISGUISE IT UNDER A MASK OP GAIETY, LIKE ME."
THE TWO EPICURES: A FANTASY.
[According to an article in The Morning Posit a real Russian sable
coat of full length, consisting of 180 skins, was purchased last year by
a ludy for £5,000.1
IN the old red houso with the gables
There dwclleth a fair unknown.
Is she forward or coy ? I can't determine,
But I know that a hundred-and-eighty vermin,
Nino-score warranted Scythian sables,
Were skinned for her sake alone.
She wears her furs in the winter,
In summer she lays them by,
In summer she sits in her garden of roses,
I see her (in dreams) where the box-hodgc closes,
And none with passionate lips may print her,
Save only the butterfly.
He hath tasted the jasmine petal,
He hath turned from the lily tall,
He hath quaffed the wine of the musk -1'ose flagon
And pilfered the fruit of the hot snap-dragon,
He hath chosen at last on her face to settle,
On the fairest flower of all.
Fortunate (think you, reader?)
Who tastes at his wanton whim
The damask cheek and the mouth of a maiden;
Ah, but my heart with dreams is laden
Of another feaster, a finer feeder
A luckier far than him.
Sweet is the dew of honey,
But an imsubstantial froth ;
Sweet are the lips of Amaryllis,
But who shall say what a butterfly's bill is?
I like my meals to bo costing money,
I envy the brown- winged moth.
Oh, richer than Circe's posset
Where the beaded bubble clings ;
Oh, richer than all the Eoman orgies
Is the delicate feast my fancy forges
In the old red houso, in the closet
Where she keeps her winter " things " 1
All else I would give no dam for,
But this my appetite spurs —
To feed with kisses that cost a guinea,
To feed till a pain grows under my pinny,
To feed till I perish at last of camphor
On her Sardanapalian furs. EVOE.
"At the beginning of his swing Sherlock's left foot registered sir
stones and his right live stones . . . and at the finish of his swing
his left fcot registered nine stones and his right foot ono stone."
Daily Neics.
Nothing like golf for reducing the weight.
From a notice of the Japan Society : — -
"Mr. Garbutt will read a paper on ' Japanese Armour from
inside.' "
This should be warm stuff.
the
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PUNCH, OR THE LONDON CHARIVARI.
[MARCH 12, 1913.
WINTER SPORT.
VI. A HAPPY ENDING.
" Foil our last night they might at
least have had a dance," said Myra,
•• even if there was no public presenta-
tion."
•• As we hail hoped," I admitted.
"What is a gymkhana, anyway?"
asked Thomas.
" A few little competitions," said
Archie. "One must cater for the
chaperons sometimes. You are all
entered for the Hat-making and the
Feather-blowing — Dahlia thought it
•would amuse you."
" At Cambridge," I said reminiscently,
"I once blew the feather 119 feet
7 inches. Unfortunately I stepped out-
side the circle. My official record is
2 feet."
." Did you ever trim a hat at Cam-
bridge ? " asked Myra. " Because you 've
got to do one for me to-night."
I had not expected this. My view
of the competition had been that I
should have to provide the face and
that she would have to invent some
suitable frame for it.
" I 'm full of ideas," I lied.
Nine o'clock found a small row of
us prepared to blow the feather. The
presidential instructions were that we
had to race our feather across a chalk-
line at the end of the room, anybody
touching his feather to be disqualified.
" In the air or on the floor? " asked
Simpson earnestly.
" Just as you like," said the President
kindly, and came round with the bag.
I selected Percy with care — a dear
little feather about half-an-inch long
and of a delicate whitey-brown colour.
I should have known him again any-
where.
"Go!" said the President. I was
rather excited, with the result that my
first blow was much too powerful for
Percy. He shot up to the ceiling and,
in spite of all I could do, seemed
inclined to stay there. Anxiously I
waited below with my mouth open ; he
came slowly down at last; and in my
eagerness I played 'my second just a
shade too soon. It missed him. My
third (when I was ready for it) went
harmlessly over his head. A frantic
fourth and fifth helped him down-
wards .... and in another moment
my beautiful Percy was on the floor. I
dropped on my knees and played my
sixth vigorously. He swirled to the
left ; I was after him like a shot . . . .
and crashed into Thomas. Wo rolled
over in a heap.
" Sony ! " we apologised as we got
back on to our hands and knees.
Thomas went on Wowing.
" Where 's my feather? " I said.
Thomas was now two yards ahead,
blowing like anything. A terrible sus-
picion darted through my mind.
"Thomas," I said, "you've got my
feather."
Ho made no answer. I scrambled
after him.
" That 's Percy," I said. " I should
know him anywhere. You 're blowing
Percy. It 's very bad form to blow
another man's feather. If it got about,
you would be cut by the county. Give
me back my feather, Thomas."
" How do you know it 's your fea-
ther ?" he said truculently. " Feathers
are just alike."
"How do I know?" I asked in
amazement. " A feather that I 've
brought up from the egg ? Of course
I know Percy." I leant down to him.
— pcrcy," I whispered. He darted
forward a good six inches. " You
see," I said, " he knows his name."
" As a matter of fact," said Thomas,
his name 's P — paul. Look, I '11
show you."
"You needn't bother, Thomas," I
said hastily. " This is mere trifling.
I knoiu that 's my feather. I remember
his profile distinctly."
" Then where 's mine ? "
" How do I know ? You may have
swallowed it. Go away and leave
Percy and me to ourselves. You're
only spoiling the knees of your trousers
by staying here."
" Paul and I," began Thomas
He was interrupted by a burst of
applause. Dahlia had cajoled her
feather over the line first. Thomas
rose and brushed himself. " You can
'ave him," he said.
" There ! " I said, as I picked Percy
up and placed him reverently in my
waistcoat pocket. " That shows that
he was mine. If he had been your
own little Paul you would have loved
him even in defeat. Oh, musical chairs
now? Eight-o." And at the President's
touch I retired from the arena.
We had not entered for musical
chairs. Personally I should have liked
to, but it was felt that, if none of us
did, then it would be more easy to stop
Simpson doing so. For at musical
chairs Simpson is — I am afraid there is
only one word for it ; it is a word that
I hesitate to use, but the truth must
prevail — Simpson is rough. He lets
himself go. He plays all he knows.
Whenever I take Simpson out any-
where I always whisper to my hostess,
"Not musical chairs."
The last event of the evening was
the hat-making competition. Each
man of us was provided with five large
sheets of coloured crinkly paper, a
packet of pins, a pair of scissors and a
lady opposite to him.
" Have you any plans at all ? " asked
Myra.
" Heaps. Tell me, what sort of hat
would you like? Something for the
Park ? " I doubled up a piece of blue
paper and looked at it. " You know,
if this is a success, Myra, I shall often
make your hats for you."
Five minutes later I had what I
believe is called a " foundation." Any-
how, it was something for Myra to put
her head into.
" Our very latest Bond Street model,"
said Myra. " Only fifteen guineas—
or three-and-ninepence if you buy it at
our other establishment in Battersea."
" Now then, I can get going," I said,
and I began to cut out a white
feather. " Yes, your ladyship, this is
from the genuine bird on our own
ostrich farm in the Fulham Eoad.
Plucked while the ingenuous bipsd had
its head in the sand. I shall put that
round the brim," and I pinned it round.
" What about a few roses ? " said
Myra, fingering the red paper.
"The roses are going there on the
right." I pinned them on. " And a
humming-bird and some violets next
to them ... I say, I 've got a lot of
paper over. What about a nice piece
of cabbage . . . tbere . . . and a
bunch of asparagus . . . and some
tomatoes and a seagull's wing on the
left. The back still looks rather bare
— let's have some poppies."
" There 's only three minutes more,"
said Myra, " and you haven't used all
the paper yet."
"I've got about one William Allan
Eichardson and a couple of canaries
over," I said, after examining my stock.
"Let's put it inside as lining. There,
Myra, my dear, I 'm proud of you. I
always say that in a nice quiet hat
nobody looks prettier than you."
" Time ! " said the President.
Anxious matrons prowled round us.
" We don't know any of the judges,"
I whispered. " This isn't fair."
The matrons conferred with the
President. He cleared his throat.
" The first prize," he said, " goes to —
But I had swooned.
-£ '',' -!< •',' ^ • "&
" Well," said Archie, " the Eabhits
return to England with two cups won
on the snowfields of Switzerland."
" Nobody need know," said Myra,
"which winter-sport they were won at."
" Unless I have ' Ski-ing, First Prize'
engraved on mine," I said, " as I had
rather intended."
" Then I shall have ' Figure-Skating '
on mine," said Dahlia.
" Two cups," reflected Archie, " and
Thomas engaged to three charming
girls. I think it has been worth it,
you know." A. A. M.
MAKCH 12, 1913.]
PUNCH, OR THE LONDON CHARIVARI.
201
A UNICOKN STOKY.
I CAUK.IJ not for his lordship's right,
Nor for his lordship's rangers,
Because the lanes with may wore white
And Age and I were strangers ;
In Woolcombc Wood that summer
morn — •
The wisest wood in Britain —
I found a baby unicorn
As pretty as a kitten !
Most fairylike and elfinwiso
Was he from hoof to ear-points,
A budding horn betwixt his eyes,
The tiniest of spear-points ;
Beside the brook where earth the brocks
He stripped a sapling sallow,
As ruddy as a little fox,
As'dappled as a fallow 1
He stamped and snorted on the view,
He trotted and he ambled,
But ever yet the closer drew
And in my shadow gambolled ;
I rubbed his ears and wild shy head
Where still the velvet lingers ;
He ate with grace my salted bread
And mumbled at my fingers !
A mile he followed o'er the grass
And took the crusts I tossed him,
Then, sudden as the shadows pass,
I found that I had lost him ;
I whistled on the dainty thing,
None answered to my calling,
Save for the far-off, tuneful ring
Of faint-heard echoes falling.
Though naught know I of signs and
saints
And things pertaining thereto,
And portents that a herald paints,
One marvel I can swear to :
In Woolcombe Wood that summer
morn —
A wood it ne'er deceives me —
I saw a little unicorn,
But nobody believes me !
A DETAIL.
UPON his appointment to a Colonial
Governorship it seemed meet to the
members of his old department, his
colleagues, deputies, juniors and what-
nots, to give a dinner to Sir Henry
Kelkershows, K.C., K.C.B., K.C.V.O.,
LL.M., F.B.S.L., and once President
of the Wimbledon Wanderers A.F.C.
Saunders and I were appointed to do
all the dirty work of the affair, not
because we were the most businesslike,
but because we had the least business
to do. Wo demonstrated our incapacity
from the start by keeping all our notes
and accounts in separate books, which
could not be made upon comparison to
tally in any one important particular.
Over the mere pecuniary department
we did not worry much ; " let 'a have
Dentist (at first sight of patient). "You OUGHT TO HAVE COME TO MB BEFORE."
Patient (delighted, and darting for the door), " An, I WAS AFBAID I MIGHT BE TOO LATE.
GOOD MORNING 1 "
the dinner first," we agreed, " and see
about that afterwards." The graver
difficulty arose when I telephoned to
Saunders on the morning of the ap-
pointed day to say that the list was
now closed and covers might safely be
ordered for thirty-six diners. His only
comment upon this was that there were
thirty-seven names on his list and it
seemed a pity to leave the last man with
nothing to eat.
" Have you counted them ? " said I.
He had.
" Have you counted them carefully ? "
He had.
"Then count them again," said I.
He had.
We adjourned consideration of the
matter for separate recounts. I took my
list and counted from the top to the
bottom ; the total came to thirty-six. I
counted from the bottom to the top ; the
total came to thirty-six. I started in
the middle and counted out both ways,
and still the total came to thirty-six.
Then I rang up Saunders again.
" Well," I said tolerantly, " what do
you make it now ? "
" Thirty-seven. And you ? "
There seemed nothing for it but that
I should go and see Saunders per-
sonally, except that Saunders should
come and see me. This I brought
about. I produced to him my list, the
cheques I had received and all other
data, and waited for him to confess that
he was no mathematician.
" There is no method known to
science," I said, " by which you can
arrive at a total other than thirty-six."
" Quite so," said lie, as he proceeded
to compare his list with mine. " But
it seems to me that you have omitted
the name of one person who, I have
reason to suppose, will be present at
this affair."
It appeared that he was right after
all. It is odd how these little things
escape one. I had omitted to include
Sir Henry Kelkershows, KG., K.C.B.,
K.C.V.O., LL.M., F.R.S.L., and once
President of the W.W.A.F.C.
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PUNCH, OK THE LONDON CHARIVARI.
[MARCH 12, 1913.
Cool;. "LcoK HERE! WHAT D'YOU MEAN BY BRINGING ME THIS? MISSIS ORDERED
LAMB, HOT MUTTON."
Butcher Boy. "THAT'S ALL RIGHT, OLE DEAR; PRIME CUT o' I.ARST TEAR'S LAMB!"
LETTERS THAT HELP US.
THE soul-shaking coincidences noted
by a correspondent of The Pall Mall
Gazette (March 4) in regard to the
initials of the surnames of the Oxford
crew have stimulated some of our
readers to similar activity in this in-
tellectual pastime. Some of the most
| luminous contributions are here sub
| joined : — •
SIB, — As a pendant to the remarkable
coincidences noted by The Pall Mai
Gazette with regard to the initials o
the Oxford crew, may 1 be permitted t
point out the astonishing fact that th
present Liberal Administration luu
CREWE of its own, who was educate
it Cambridge and until recently was in
harge of the Colonial Office?
Yours, etc., A. TABU.
SIR, — May I call attention to the
singular coincidence brought to my
cnowledge during a recent visit to the
STcw Forest ? Malwood, the residence
of the lute Sir WILLIAM HARCOURT, is
quite close to the Rufus stone, while
\h: LEWIS HARCOURT, the present
Secretary of State for the Colonies, is
constantly contiguous at Cabinet meet-
ngs to the Attorney-General, Sir RUFUS
[SAACS. In this context may I ask
f any of your readers can inform me
ivhether it is really the case that the
present PRESIDENT OF THE BOARD OP
AGRICULTURE, when driving from the
;ee, invariably uses a runcible spoon
and not a driver ?
Yours, etc., ANXIOUS INQUIRER.
SIR, — May I call your attention to a
wonderful coincidence that has so far
iscaped the notice of experts? Last
Friday, Professor Sir ARTHUR QUILLKR-
Coucn was entsrtained by the Wh itc-
h-Jars Club and had his health proposed
by Sir WILLIAM ROBERTSON NICJLL.
Not only were they both knights and
Whitefriar knights, but while the
initials of Sir ARTHUR QUILLER-COUOH'S
surname form the title Q.C., those of
his health proposer are E.N. The
fact that the Professor has never been
called to the Bar, while Sir WILLIAM
ROBERTSON NICOLL never served in
the Navy, only enhances the singularity
of the coincidence.
Yours, etc., TIBERIUS MUDD.
DEAK SIR, — The curious similarity
between the name of the Progressive
leader and the bell in the Westminster
clock tower deserves, I think, to be
chronicled at this juncture. The fact
that the former is spelt with two "n's,"
while the latter only has one, will
doubtless furnisli food for philologists.
Apropos of municipal politics I cannol
refrain from noting that in Bermondsey
the name of the unsuccessful Labour
candidate was AMMON. Can this be a
descendant of the Jupiter Ammon o
whom I used to hear in my childhood?
Yours, etc.,
BALMERINO DOTT.
DEAR SIR, — May I draw your atten
tion to the significant nomenclature o
some of the leading billiard players o
to-day ? DIGGLE is a namesake of the
Bishopof CARLISLE. EEECE is obviouslj
a relation of the. eminent sailor immor
talized in one of the ballads of the late
Sir W. S. GILBERT. GRAY recalls the
author of the famous " Elegy," while
STEVENSON carries our thoughts from
the green cloth to the green foliage o
Samoa. Yours, etc.,
(MRS.) GAGA Toor.
PUNCII, OR THE LONDON CHART YAM.— MARCH 12, 1913.
THE GERMAN LLOYD.
KAISER WILHELM (on the new Berlin-London telephone). "HULLO, IS THAT THE CHANCELLOR?
I SAY, WHAT DO YOU THINK OF MY NEW IDEA OP TAXING CAPITAL?"
MR. LLOYD GEOKGE. " EXCELLENT, SIR. MOST FLATTERING, I 'M SURE."
KAISEK WILHELM. " AND WHAT DO YOU DO WHEN THEY KICK?"
MR. LLOYD GEOHOE. "TAX 'EM ALL THE MORE."
MARCH 12, I'll 3.]
PUNCH, OR TIIK LONDON CHARIVARI.
205
"YES, I LIKED THE SERVICE, BUT I NEVER ENJOY SUNDAY IN THE COUNTRY. I CAN1! DEAR TO THINK OP THAT PEW-RENT
BUNKING ON AT HOME ALL THE TIME."
IN THE TEETH OF EESISTANCE.
I WENT into the place which was
called a Drug Stores. There were one or
two cameras in the window, a number
of scent hottles and some portraits of
celebrities in the pharmaceutical world
—Mr. SIMS, Mr. SANDOW, Miss PHYLLIS
DAKE, and so on. I said to the eminent
Harley Street specialist who stood be-
hind the bar, " I want a tubo of
Kallinikos Tooth Paste, please." He
moved away two or three steps, prised
up one of the glass cases of his museum,
and said, "We have a much better
preparation here called Tenika, if you
care to try it." I said, " I want a tube
of Kallinikos Tooth Paste, please." He
said, " Tenika is now being recom-
mended by all the most fashionable
physicians. It is the best germicide
in the world ; another advantage of it
is that you get more of it for a shilling."
I said, "I want a tube of Kallinikos
Tooth Paste, please." "Tenika," he
said, "is the best preparation in the
market. All our customers find that
they prefer it to Kallinikos. I use
Tenika myself."
I gazed round the emporium in silent
despair. Then I moved away to a
corner and sat down on a weighing-
machine, between a large basket of
sponges and a little conventicle of
soda-water syphons. I looked for some
time at their silent, patient faces, then
I looked at the door. Outside ran the
careless stream of London's traffic.
I bowed my head in my hands and
thought. Then I had a bright idea.
I got up and went to the consulting
counter again. The Rosicrucian was
still there. " Acolyte of J^sculapius,"
I said to him solemnly, with a tear in
my voice, " you are one of the initiated ;
you swing a censer in the sacred shrine ;
you serve the son of Apollo. It is not
to be expected that a miserable pilgrim
like myself can come up to your style,
but in all things possible I should like
to imitate you. Tell mo what is the
hair-oil that you use — what the sapona-
ceous detergent, and I will strive to
follow your example. Tell me the shape
of your lufah, the size of your bath.
Tell me where you get the wonderful
pine-breathing pastilles that make your
voice so melodious, and I also will send
for a sample bottle as per ' ad." Tell
me everything about your private life,
and the name and address of the young
lady you walk out with, and I will try
to love her too. But spare me this one
foible. Say, if you like, that I have
a rich uncle who will disinherit me if
he ever hears of my using any other
tooth paste. Think that I have ac-
quired a morbid craving, now too strong
to be overcome, for this miserable, in-
effectual fangwash. Only be merciful,
and give me a tube of Kallinikos ! "
Looking deeply grieved, he wrapped
the abhorred dentifrice in a little piece
of paper, sealed it and placed it on the
counter. Just then a stranger came
in and went up to the oracle. " I
want a tube of Kallinikos Tooth Paste,"
he said. And he got it immediately,
without demur. Ho was a weak-
looking man and did not appear to
have any gift of rhetorical persuasion.
It would have fared ill with him, I
think, if it had not been for me. And
if he knew all that I had done for
him he would not have broached his
little tube that night without first of
all lifting a silent glass to my memory.
200
PUNCH, OR THE LONDON CHARIVARI.
[MARCH 12, 1913.
A FAIR FIELD.
To the Editor of " Punch."
(Three Enclosures.)
The Blashyrore liegistn/ Office,
Blashgrovc Terrace, i>MJ".
DEAR SIR, — I noticed recently in
your columns a letter from Messrs.
Trewer and Trewer, House Agents,
calling attention to tho frank and honest
descriptions of properties to let appear-
ing in their advertisements. I there-
fore beg to inform you that I have
lately adopted similar principles in my
business, as it is found that ladies are
apt to state tho attractions of the
situations they want filled, but neglect
to mention the drawbacks. At this
moment a letter is before me
from a lady who describes at
length a pot with india-
rubber plant on the kitchen
window-sill, but makes no
reference to the fact that the
house is of four floors and all
coal and water have to be
carried up from the basement.
I make a point of ascertain-
ing tho true circumstances
in each case so that neither
mistress nor servant will be
misled by tho descriptions in
my monthly list of Sits.
Wanted and Sits. Vacant
(Id. post free). I enclose
three cuttings taken at ran-
dom from my current list
which will show you the
fairness of tho claims I make
for myself.
Yours faithfully,
(Mrs.) P. A. BLUNT.
P.S. — 1 ought to mention
that people who have been
brought up among black-
beetles get to like them, and that, as is
geneially known, they are lucky, and
no house where there are plenty of
black-beetles ever takes fire.
room. No followers allowed, but mice
arc friendly, and black-booties all that
could be desired — they are stated to
" dearly love a bit of music." There
are also some toads in tho coal-cellar
which might be made a source of
amusement. Liberal allowance of fly-
papers all the year round. Drawing-
room is on first floor ; there is no Bath-
room, and water has to be carried from
basement. Applicant would be required
to wash dogs once a week, clean bicycle,
and rub up brass on harness of pony-
trap. Late dinner ; breakfast 7.30.
Dogs' dinner is served at 12 o'clock.
Meat allowed once a day ; faro as
follows : —
Sunday. — Joint.
Monday. — Hash, or cold meat.
Tlie Nut (on Ids first voyage). "I BAT, WHAT is THAT LIGHT OVER
THEBE THAT KEEPS BOBBIN1 IN AND OUT?"
Quartermaster. " THAT 's THE NOBE LIGHTSHIP, Sin."
The Nut. " JOVE I is IT, REALLY? DC srou KNOW, I THOUGHT IT
WAS A BALLY WlLL-O'-THE-WlSP."
WANTED, AT ONCE. COOK-HOUSE-
PARLOUR-KENNELMAID. Only two in
family, but there are five St. Bernard
dogs, and the children next door run in
and out. Basement Kitchen eight feet
three inches by twelve feet seven inches,
looking on to back area, on wall of
which several rare fungi luxuriate and
would well repay study. Kitchen lighted
with gas-jet in addition to window.
Bango does not smoke when door is
closed. An iron cylinder over mantel-
piece containing seventy gallons of
boiling water keeps Kitchen warm even
in coldest weather. In Summer the
operation of cooking has been compared
to stoking a battleship in the Eed Sea,
but the area may be used as a sitting-
Tuesday. — Cold meat or hash (left
over from Monday).
Wednesday. — Hash (left over from
Tuesday).
Thursday. — Hash (left over from
Wednesday).
Friday. — Hash (left over from Thurs-
day).
Saturday. — Hash (left over from
Friday) or grilled bones.
Evening out every second Sunday in
third month, unless Master and Mis-
tress at home. Matrimonial aspirations
discouraged. Attic bedroom ; sheet of
zinc has now been nailed over damp
place in wall. Comfortable home for
serious-minded girl and lover of nature
not more than 5 feet 1\ inches in
height, as scullery ceiling is low.
Wages, £11 10s., rising to £12 5s.
CLERGYMAN'S WIDOW is anxious to
recommend Parlourmaid (who wishes
to better herself) as she fears she will be
poisoned if she refuses to do so. Tall,
dark eyes, handsome, nice manners,
ladylike appearance. May bo trusted
with Britannia metal and low-grade
electro -plate. Has simple, trustful
nature, and if given custody of will
drawn in her favour would not suspect
existence of a later will. May now bo
engaged tinder advantageous circum-
stances as none of her male acquaint-
ances or relatives will be out on ticket-
of-leave for at least eighteen months.
WANTED, HOUSE-PARLOURMAID, by
lady of ample means who has become
an "Invalid" as the easiest way of
getting attention paid to he. self.
Should be thoroughly muscular and of
athletic taste's as drawing-
room is on ground floor and
bedroom on" second floor,
and " Invalid," who weighs
sixteen stone, never walks
except to come down to
basement to listen at kitchen
door. Last Houss-parlour-
maid dismissed for surprising
her at key-hole, and previous
one for saying, " You look
quite well to-day, madam."
Applicant must be prepared
to share carrying chair (heavy
end) with ancient retainer.
Chair drill as follows : —
11.30.— Bedroom to draw-
ing-room.
1.10. — Drawing-room to
hedroom.
2.30. — Bedroom to street
(dead lift into carriage for
Applicant).
3.50. — Street to bedroom
(dead lift for Applicant).
4.45. — Bedroom to draw-
ing-room.
7.0. — Drawing-room to bedroom.
All meals served in bedroom, in-
cluding fried sole and Chablis, at
2.15 A.M., and three oysters and brown
bread at dawn. Burglar and fire alarms
tested three times a month at midnight.
A previous House-parlourmaid married
the doctor's chauffeur.
Amusements of Well-dressed Men. — I.
''Frequent robberies which have occurred
at houses in Birmingham suburbs during tho
occupants' atsanco are believed to be the work
of well-dressed men, who, on receiving no
answer to their ring, force the doors, and then
raising their hats to imaginary persons walk
oft." — Overseas Mail.
"The Brick and Tilo Company riave t>>en
entrusted with an order for 400,000 double
chequered blue tiles for consignment to Hol-
land. As it takes 4,000 of these tiles to weigh
a ton, the total weight of tho consignment will
bo 1,600 tons."— Oswestry Advertiser.
This estimate includes the straw.
MARCH 12, 1913.]
PUNCH, OR THE LONDON CHARIVARI.
207
VAKSITY SHOP.
THE suggestion has recently been
pat forward that tho old Universities
should become moro closely associated
with commerce. There seems indeed
no reason why they should not asso-
ciate themselves directly with trade by
founding businesses, putting forward
proprietary articles of their own, and
:illy making use of the advertising
runs of the Press.
For instance: —
I HEAR THEY WANT MOKE
BALLIOL (OXON.).
GOOD MORNING I
HAVE YOU USED CLABE'S SOAP?
A. C. BENSON,
Magdaleno College, Cambridge,
PROPRIETOR
OF THE
COLLKGE WINDOW-CLEANING
COMPANY.
TRY OUB
WORCESTER SAUCE,
DELICIOUS WITH
PROVOST OATS.
HAVE YOU THAT TIRED FEELING?
SEE OUR CAMBRIDGE BACKS.
OXFORD FOR HIGH-CLASS COLLARS,
as patronized by the lato CECIL RHODES.
ALL SHAPES — HALF-BACK, THREE-
QUARTER-BACK, ETC.
MADE IN RONDEBOSCII.
YVO.NNE.
I HAVE always said that if ever I
met Yvonne I should fall in love with
her. You, perhaps, are an unromantic
person ; you could not fall in love with
a mere name ; that would bo absurd.
You, perhaps, aro happily married to
Amelia (or Eliza). But why was she
favoured above all others ? For some
unu which I'll wager you can't
describe. What, for the matter of that,
did Eliza (or Amelia) see in you ? She,
poor dear, may by this time have
fallen to wondering ; but I will not
dwell upon that.
Only remember this: her charm and
yours may fade, but Yvonne is always
DISTINCTION.
"LooK, MOTHER I THERE'S THE LADY THAT SELONGS TO THE LITTLE DOG NEXT DOOB!"
Yvonne. To get a letter signed
Yvonne " ; to call from the foot of the
stairs " Yvonne." Try it ; and then
have a shot at Amelia (or Eliza) after-
wards. But first of all you must hear
the story.
You know those initials they put at
the top of business letters? Perhaps
you are not in business ? I congra-
tulate you. Well, suppose you were,
and that your name was Cyrus K.
Bulger, and the name of one of your
many typists Euphemia Stunt. Then
at the top of every letter you dictated
to the fair Euphemia would appear the
mystic sign C.K.B./E.S., so that if
anything went wrong you could share
the blame publicly and fight it out in
private. But supposing that one bright
spring morning I had a letter from you
marked C.K.B./Y.A., what then? I
should call at your office, and there
would be a vacancy in your staff with-
out formal notice.
Now this is what actually happened.
I did get a letter marked C.K.B./Y.A.,
from my friend Charles Kay Bradshaw,
of the Life and Liberty Insurance
Company ; and I went to his office in
search of Yvonne. Ever since I bad
known Charles it had been C.K.B./O.A. ;
that must be Olive, I thought, or
Ophelia, dark, beautiful, interesting —
the elder sister ; but Yvonne 1
How I treasured that letter, with its
queer little mistakes ! She had not
mastered the horrid machine yet, and
she never would — I would see to. that.
I had never been to Charles's office
before, and when I arrived I did not
know whom to ask for. It was Miss
Adair, I felt certain, Yvonne Adair,
the loveliest name in the world. How-
ever, I began with Charles. He was
businesslike ; we would get to the
point at once. Who had typed the
letter ? I held it out tremblingly and
he looked at it without emotion.
" Atkins," ho said.
" Christian name? " I cried.
" Oswald," said Charles, simply.
" But that *s his father's name, too ;
so we call the son 'Young Atkins'.'
Have you any objection ? "
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PUNCH, OR THE LONDON CHARIVARI.
[MARCH 12, 1913.
"A LITTLE BIT OF BLUE."
WHEN the -waves rise high and higher as they toss about
together,
And the March-winds, loosed and angry, cat your chilly
heart in two,
Hero are eighteen gallant gentlemen who come to face the
weather
All for valour and for honour and a little bit of blue!
Chorus.
Oh get hold of it and shove it !
It is labour, but you love it ;
Lot your stroke be long and mighty ; keep your body on
the swing ;
While your pulses dance a measure
Full of pride and full of pleasure,
And the boat flies free and joyous like a swallow on the wing.
Isis blessed her noble youngsters as they left her ; Father
Camus
Sped his youths to fame and Putney from his grey and
ancient Courts : —
" Keep," they said, " the old traditions, and we know you
will not shame us
When you try the stormy tideway in your zephyrs and
your shorts.
" For it 's toil and tribulation till your roughnesses are
- polished,'
And it "s bitterness and sorrow till the work of oars is
done;
But it 's high delight and triumph when your faults are
all abolished,
With yourself and seven brothers firmly welded into one."
So they stood the weary trial and the people poured to
greet them,
Filled a cup with praise and welcome — it was theirs to
take and quaff ;
And they ranged their ships alongside, and the umpire
came to meet them,
And they stripped themselves and waited till his pistol
sent them off.
With a dash and spurt and rally ; with a swing and drive
and rattle,
Both the boats went flashing faster as they cleft the
swelling stream ;
And the old familiar places, scenes of many a sacred battle,
Just were seen for half a moment and went by them in a
dream.
But at last the flag has fallen and the splendid fight is
finished,
And the victory is blazoned on the record-roll of Fame.
They are spent and worn and broken, but their soul is
undiminished ;
There are winners now and losers, but their glory is the
same!
Chorus.
Oh get hold of it and shove it !
It is labour, but you love it ;
Let your stroke be long and mighty ; keep your body on
the swing ;
While your pulses dance a measure
Full of pride and full of pleasure,
And the boat flies free and joyous like a swallow on the
E. C. L.
BY FAVOUR OF THE MILITANTS.
[The issue of the following circular in imitation of certain gracious
concessions made by Strike Committees may shortly bo expected.]
NOTICE. .
In response to numerous requests, the W. S. & P. U. beg
to announce that they have arranged for a series of
PASSES
which they are prepared to grant to suitable persons who
are able to give satisfactory proof of their attachment to
the Cause. The Passes, some of which are of a graduated
value, will be issued as follows : —
(1) Public Speakers, Members of Parliament, etc.
Persons able to satisfy the Committee of their entire
attachment to the Cause are granted Pass A, which entitles
them to complete freedom from interruption.
Persons able to satisfy the Committee of their partial
attachment to the Cause will be granted Pass B, which
entitles them to speak with interruptions occurring only at
the end of each completed sentence. '
[N.B.— The constitution of a completed sentence will be
explained on referring to any member of the Committee.]
(2)' Golf Clubs.
Passes will be granted to golf clubs upon the following
terms, viz. : —
(a) Clubs in which the entire Committee give satisfactory
proof of attachment to the Cause will be permitted Passes
to be attached to the pins on the greens, which greens will
then be exempt from alterations.
(b) Clubs in which only a majority of the Committee are
in favour of the Cause will be permitted a Pass entitling
them to exemption from any further damage than is in-
volved by the making of one small bunker on every other
green.
(3) Public Gardens.
Public Gardens with two or more Buildings, Pavilions,
or Stands of any description erected within their grounds,
will, on satisfactory proof being given that a majority of
their officials are in sympathy with the Cause, bo granted
a pass entitling them to have only one of such buildings,
stan'ds, &c., destroyed, always provided that proper facilities
are afforded by the said officials, who must in all cases
have the buildings suitably furnished with tar, paraffin,
&c., before the arrival of the officer of the W. S. & P. U.
(4) Letters and all Correspondence*
Passes will be granted to completely satisfactory persons
only. These Passes entitle the holder to the use of a letter-
box to be set up at Clifford's Inn. All letters posted ir
this box will be immune from damage.
(5) Magistrates, Judges, d'C.
Active sympathisers among the above will be grantee
Pass A, giving complete immunity from assault.
Pass B, for passive sympathisers, excuses the holder:
from attack, except with (1) books below the weight o
2 Ibs. ; (2) single-pot inkstands.
(6) Employers of latch-keys.
Members of the General Public desirous of obtainin;
Passes (to be pasted on their front-doors) giving freedor
of access by latch-key should apply to the office of th
W. S. & P. U., accompanying their applications in a!
cases with a declaration to the effect that they are nc
(1) opposed to the principle of Votes for Women, (':
Cabinet Ministers.
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HOW SCOTLAND YARD DETECTIVES ARE TRAINED.
STUDENTS FOLLOWING A SCENT BLINDFOLDED.
FltACTISIXG THE " SHERLOCK " SrBING OS A DUJUIT.
HIDING c? coitxEns. (A FISE AHT.)
LEAESISG TO DETECT FALSE HAm, WHISKERS, MOCSTACHES, EYEBHOWS, ETC., •wrrnocT TOUCHIXO.
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AT THE PLAY.
" Hi:u SIDE OF THK HOUSE."
wrinkles from her husband (when he
pays a call), and from a wicked lady
gave expression to them with a candour
that greatly diverted the house. If the
IF I wore a Dramatic Censor I should ,
put my ban on all plays in which the peculiar home.
physical relations of a newly married I But her whole time is not given to
pair are discussed. An audience that j the accumulation of first principles ;
is left cold by the most lurid vice may , incidentally she is drawing compari-
get very hot and uncomfortable over , sons between her lover (in theory) and
with a past to draw upon and designs play is saved, the medal must certainly
of her own on the sanctity of
certain phases of the domestic virtues
The vicious people in this rather foolish
play were harmlessly absurd ; but about
all the business of a separate establish
her husband, in favour of the latter.
How long the process might have con-
tinued I dare not conjecture ; but only
a few months had elapsed when one
ment for bride and bridegroom there night, Grandmamma — a very practical
was an atmosphere of indecency. Not ' old dowager — put her foot down, took
the robust indecency of a French farce, : the heifer, so to say, by the horns, and
but the half-baked sort at which
you are supposed to bo free to
snigger because you don't see the
legal tie broken but only vulgar-
ised. There is vulgarity enough
— heaven knows — in a social
system that daily delights in the
public exploitation of a private
sacrament; but the authors of
Her Side of the House do not set
out to satirize this; they are
busied to invent new vulgarities
of their own.
And a far and fantastic search
they have to make for them.
They shew us a convent-bred
girl for whom her French grand-
mamma arranges a marriage with
an English marquis, neither side
making any profession of love.
He wants her money and she
wants freedom. Not freedom
simply from grandmotherly con-
trol ; she has larger notions of
liberty ; she wants to experiment
in the meaning of love, of which
her knowledge is pardonably
hazy; and she wants to choose
her own teachers. So she dis-
penses with a honeymoon and
splits up her husband's house into
two parts, one for herself and
her friends, and one for him and Wlth the footman behmd the scenes-
his. ^They have (I gathered) a " Lounge locked her out of her side of the house.
11:1 fl. Ml 1 1 I £1.1 VI .V/~t/"\m art si CTQ**TTII •*-> 4- (-1* A , , , ,; . ,„ ' „ i.1 l_ 1 i ' . • , 1
THE " SIDE OF THE HOUSE" THAT WE SHOULD HAVE
LIKED TO SEE.
Hall," a billiard-room, and servants'
offices in common ; but nothing was said,
I think, about a mutual restaurant.
All this sounds a little licentious,
but it is arranged with a great air of
innocence, as if the girl were dealing
with a doll's house — not, of course, the
IBSEN kind. Once established in " her
our ingenue pro-
in the science of
liros. She is not particular where she
gets her answers to such elementary
questions as "What is passion?'"
" What is love ? " At one time it is a
former admirer— a very dashing fellow
,in the text) — who conducts her educa-
tion ; at another it is a blameless old
nanicurist from whom she seeks
enlightenment. Then again she gets
side of
secutes
the house
her studies
A prisoner in the neutral section, with
no way of escape except to the bride-
groom's territory, she overhears (it is
a way
which
she has) a
she learns
conversation from
that his lordship,
this I go to Mr. SPENCER TREVOR, who
brought this relief.
I confess to having felt a little shock
when I saw that Mr. GODFREY TEARLE
was to be a British marquis; but he
played with a very reticent propriety
and did all that was possible to preserve
the decencies. Miss DULCE MUSGRAVE
who was the bride, has a gentle voice
and, for a debutante, acquitted herseli
well. She was natural in her gaiety,
but when she had serious things to say
she was apt to take on the intonation
of the stage, so that you might
have thought she had been on the
boards for years and years. Miss
HELEN FERRERS as a grande
dame sans incrci had no diffi-
culty about keeping in her own
particular groove. Mr. DEACON
had an ungrateful part to play as
the lover, and lady-killing is not
his metier. As for the villainess,
who stayed on tho bride's side
of the house, I think she would
have been more at home on the
Surrey side of the Thames.
It is not a bad fault that Mr.
WORKALL'S ambition should out-
run his experience. He has
sense of humour that promises
better things if only he will learn
not to waste it on an artificial
theme. His present play, written
in conjunction with Miss Axifi
HALL, had a flattering welcome
which should not deceive its
authors. In a little speecli Mr.
W7ORRALL gallantly acknowledged
the help of Miss EOSINA FILIPPI
who " produced " him. I hesitate
to criticise the work of so charm-
ing and accomplished an artist;
but it was lucky that the play
1 up attempted no resemblance to
actual life, for any illusion must
have been shattered by the jumpincss of
one or two of the performers. After the:
first dozen words of a conversation
somebody must needs spring up, prance
round and lean over the back of some
satisfied that she desires still more ac-
commodation in the matter of freedom,
is prepared, for her benefit (not for his
own, as is apparent from the type that
he proposes to elope with) to clear the
way for his wife to divorce him.
Against such heroism she cannot
remain proof, and falls, experimentally
_ J *i_l_ _ _ . i. i i> -», . ."
and without loss of modesty, into his
arms.
other seat for
then off a<?ain.
a sentence or two and
One never sees any such
for us?
On the
behaviour except on the stage. Is it
done to brighten things up
It hasn't that effect upon me.
contrary, I too grow restive and Ciin
scarce restrain myself from getting out
of my seat and climbing all over the
auditorium.
I think Miss FILIPPI can never have
! felt like that ; but she has imagination
I find I have not yet mentioned a | and will understand, now that I have
veteran stage-duke (uncle of the bride- i told her what I suffer. And perhaps,
groom) who held the sanest views another time, she will tell them to keep
about this caricature of matrimony and still. 0. S.
MARCH 12, 1913.]
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• • ' ' v,*, ' ' '
i
(Agonising position of master, tvho is trying to make a good impression on his strait-laced aunt from whom lie has expectations.)
Master (worried). " MARY, HAVE Ton SEEN A LETTER ANYWHERE ABODT MARKED 'PRIVATE'?"
Mary. "Yon MEAN THE ONE FROM THE MAN WHAT CAN'T GET 'is MONEY OUT OP YOU, SIR? I PUT IT BE'IND THE MIRROR, SIR."
OUR BOOKING-OFFICE.
(By Mr. Punch's Staff of Learned Clerks.)
SUBURBAN householders have so many little worries that
they might well be spared the final inconvenience of being
haunted by the spirit of the wicked aristocrat on whose
estate their detached houses have been built. Yet it is to
this that Mr. E. W. HORNUNG dooms them in Witching Hill
(HoDDER AND STOUGHTON). Though a peer of the realm,
Lord Mnlcaster had made a perfect baronet of himself, so
hold and bad had he been in the days of the Eegency. He
died, but the evil that he did lived after him in the form of
a sort of Influence which so wrought upon the tenants of
the villas in Witching Hill Road and Mulcaster Park that
their characters became completely warped. Religious
tenants took to gambling, engaged tenants toyed with the
idea of murdering their fiancees. Even the Vicar's sister
abandoned parish-magazine fiction and composed a novel
so lurid that the Vicar, after one reading, put the MS. in
the h'ro. It is an ingenious idea which, like most ideas,
could have been developed in more than one way. To me
it seems an admirable basis for a frolic of the Gilbertian or
Ansteyan type. Mr. HORNUNG has preferred to try to
thrill us, and I think he has chosen the more difficult plan.
With such a scheme it would have been easier to amuse.
Nevertheless, if one or two of the stories seem a little mild
and drawn-out, the last but one, "The Locked Room," is
excellent. Possibly because the adventure happens to the
teller of the story, and not to his rather wooden friend, Uvo
Uelavoye (whom, till then, he has allowed to monopolise
the centre of the stage), this particular tale seems more vivid
than the rest.
I have known so long and so well the charm of Miss
ALICE BROWN'S art that it is no surprise to me that she
should have written one of the best and freshest child-
stories that I have ever read. Tlie Secret of the Clan
(CONSTABLE), which will remind you a little of The Golden
Age of Mr. KENNETH GRAHAME, tells the tale of four girls,
most cunningly differentiated, who are allowed by their
adorable lady-guardian to run wild, because if she made
rules they might be broken, and she loved her children
much too well to let them risk the taint of disobedience.
The girls' idea of forming themselves into an imaginary
tribe of Indians, sworn to secrecy, does not pretend to be
novel ; the novelty comes when their vows bring them into
unavoidable collision with their gentle guardian. A night
escapade, begun by one of them- with the purpose of con-
quering her fear of the dark, gets them into trouble and
requires explanation. Their dear hearts are 'torn asunder
between the claims of their oath of secrecy and a passion-
ate desire not to hurt their guardian's feelings. The oath
prevails and their lips are sealed, until, after much tribula-
tion, a way is found out compatible with the nicest sense of
honour. A really fascinating book, full of humour and
gentleness and the gayest imagination. And you may
have left your childhood far behind, but that will make no
difference here. New England has no more delightful
writer than Miss ALICE BROWN, and it is a marvel to ire
that Old England knows so little of her rare gifts.
Mr. WEEDON GROSSMITH carries the happy reader From
Stiid-io to Stage (JOHN LANE) at lilting speed, the journey
enlivened by endless stories perhaps mostly true. Starting
in life lie fancied himself as an artist. Here and there in
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[MARCH 12, 1913.
the volume may be found veiled hints of conviction that Wrong people and thereby damn it for ever in the eyes of
had he stuck to his early love he would have done even , the Eight. But for some accidents of love, this is what
better than on the stage, where he has managed pretty well, j would have happened to Miss Valentine ; not all her energy
As is commonly the case in biographies and autobiographies and enthusiasm could have saved the Pageant, if certain
the most interesting passages are found in the opening things had not happened. What these were, and the charm
chapters. Charm is increased by the cynical frankness and humour and even pathos of their telling, you must
wit !i which the author exposes his alleged weaknesses and [discover unaided by me. If a fraction only of the late
jots down his indiscretions. I fancy WEEDON was not j adherents of Mr. Louis PAKKER and Mr. FKANK LASCEI.I.KS
such a sad young dog as he paints himself. Did he really, , purchase this book and enjoy it (as they must), its success
as is narrated in the chapter suggestively entitled " Fast is certain.
Life in London," help " Tottie " FAY into a cab at the solemn
hour of midnight and recklessly pay her fare to Highgate?
1 trow not. The difliculty graphically portrayed is sus-
piciously suggestive of more remunerative embarrassment
that came to him later in life in consequence of a super-
fluity of (stage) babies. All .the same, it is a funny story,
admirably told. Another confidence reveals his youthful
engagement to a lady whom he describes as " considerably
I opened The Only Prison (JOHN LONG) with some vague
expectation that Miss ELLEN ADA SMITH might be found
to have provided a fresh solution for the problem of the
Suffragettes. Of course I was disappointed. Her novel is
really a variation upon an old theme — and one in which I
have always resolutely declined to believe — the man who
takes credit and reward, for the literary work of another.
older than myself, even less attractive, who had a very i It is only fair to add at once that Miss SMITH has provided
substantial income." At — — i complications that add
greatly to the interest of
the main situation, if not
to its inherent probability.
Thus, before Henry Agar
came to prosper feloni-
ously on the renown and
royalties that were actually
earned by Ma ry Dorna field,
he had saved her life in a
railway accident at the
peril of his own, and could
in this way persuade him-
self that he had a kind of
moral claim upon the re-
sults of her preservation.
That is one excellent new
point. Another is that he
was at the time sacrificing
personal comfort in order
to keep alive a very un-
interesting wife at Davos.
So altogether there was
something to be said for
Agar. What was said,
when the inevitable expo-
sure camo; what Mary did,
and how it all ended, you shall find for yourself. The book is
well enough written to give interest to the process, though
I believe that the author will do better work yet. Upon
one small point however I most vehemently join issue with
her. This is the manner in which she bases Agar's success
this time his balance at
the bank stood at £6 10s.,
while his liabilities
amounted to over £700.
Something must be done.
So he seriously contem-
plated marriage, to which
end the lady was obviously
disposed. At the last mo-
ment courage forsook him
and he bolted. His experi-
ences as actor and mana-
ger, with vivid peeps be-
hind the scenes at Drury
Lane and elsewhere, sup-
ply racy material for the
story of a strenuous life,
frankly told, liberally
spiced with the precious
salt of humour. As colla-
borator with his brother
GEORGE, WEKDON Gnosr
SMITH has countless
friends and admirers
among readers of Punch
who do not forget "The
Diary of a Nobody." WEEDON is Somebody.
"WHICH DOQ DO YOU TVISH ME TO HIT, MADAM?"
'.'OH,. SIR, YOU ABE KISD INDEKD I NOT THE DEAR LITTLE ONE WITH
GREY-BLUE EYES ' AND 11. P. ON HIS COLLAR — THAT 'S MY BlNKIE. I'M
SFBE'HE WAS NOT THE AGGRESSOR."
Nevertheless
his actual Diary is scarcely less delightful than the other.
I have been awaiting it this great while — a really good
story that should make use of the Pageant, as lately to be
observed in the rural districts of England. Happily, now
that it has come, it proves quite worth the waiting ; its
name is New Wine and Old Lotties (FISHER UNWIN), and it
is written by Miss CONSTANCE SMEDLEY. If this lady does
not know her theme from intimate observation, I am no
judge; certainly the humour and trials and rewards of the
pageant-period could hardly have been better realized.
You see the plot in the title. Scrooge, that somnolent
little Cotswold town, was the old bottle, into which the
arrival of energetic but charming Miss Valentine, straight
from a Florentine villa, poured new wine with the most
devastating results. Miss Valentine, looking about her on
a fair prospect marred by apathy and local feuds, was
inspired with the idea of a Pageant that should unite and
quicken all the sluggish life of Scrooge. She did not know
(as Miss SMEDLEY and I know too well), first, that new-
comers have no business with inspirations ; secondly, that
nothing is more fatal than to impart such a scheme' to the
at the Bar upon the reputation of his supposed skill as a
novelist. I should like counsel's opinion upon that 1
The "Smart" Heart.
Wliat 's this, good Doctor, that you say I 've got ? —
An " intermittent pulse " ? Lor ! that sounds had;
But what exactly is it ? Kind of dot-
And-carry-one affair? I say, that 's sad !
You mean it merely drops a beat or so,
A sort of syncopated pit-a-pat ?
But, my dear fellow, surely you must know
That 's good old rag-time! Oh, I don't mind lltatl
Misprints that please Sir Edward Burning-Lawrence.
'•'The Bard of Anon asks 'What's in a name?' "
Natal Mercury.
MAIICII 19. 1913.]
PUNCH, OR TIIK LONDON CHARIVARI.
213
CHARIVARIA.
ONE hundred painters engaged on the
battleship Queen Mary have come out
on strike. Every effort will be made to
prevent a sympathetic strike on the
part of the Royal Academicians.
*,*
A man in Colchester has killed five
hundred nils in five weeks. We have
often wondered how Colchester amused
itself when not engaged in tho serious
business of eating oysters.
^£ '4'
Except that he foil and sprained his
ankle during the ceremony, was attacked
by ptomaine poisoning at the subsequent
dinner, and had to sail for America
alone, owing to his bride missing the
boat, tho wedding of Mr. JULIUS WOKBX,
of Schiedam, may be said to have gone
oil without a hitch.
*.*
Tho case of tho elephant in WOMB-
\vi:i,i,'9 menagerie, which recently ate
WO worth of notes, coming so soon
after that of the bank-note-eating dog
mentioned in these columns, makes it
seem likely that, in a few years, do-
mestic pets will be beyond the means
of most of us. * £
*
The Press has once more begun to
ask how cricket can be brightened. A
little sunshine next summer would help.
Greenwich Observatory has looked
into the matter, and reports that there
are fifty-two million stars. The author
of " The Night Hath a Thousand Ei/es "
will doubtless revise his lyric and bring
it up to date. ^ %
A Spartan rtgime for the legal infant
is advocated by Mr. Justice LUSH, who
has laid it down in court that a stuffed
iguana is not a " necessity."
& $
The prudent habit of leaving the
greater part of one's jewellery at the
banker's seems to bo spreading in
America. A millionaire's wife has been
seen at the opera at Los Angeles wear-
ing gems valued at less than £80,000.
\Yo have no confirmation, up to the
moment of going to press, of tho rumour
that (he members of the Dominion
House of Commons who sang loudly
during a great part of a recent sitting
are lo appear on the London music-hall
stage as the Canadian Gag-Time Octette.
* *
A-; tragic a case of the Devil and the
Deep Sea as has ever come to our
notice is revealed by the statement in a
daily paper that only the institution of
the side-whisker can cv.ro the cloth-cap
habit at Cambridge.
Genial Squire. "MANY HAPPY BETUBNS, WILLIAM. I WAS JCST GOING TO CALL on YOU
WITH A LITTLE BIT OF TOBACCO."
William (aged 80). "THANK YE KINDLY, Sro, BUT I BE DOSE wi* SMOKIS'."
Genial Squire. "Wnr, HOW'S THAT?"
William. "WELL, I'vs 'BAUD THAT BETWEEN EIGHTY AN' KISETY 's A TICKLISH PAOT
O' A SIAN'S LITE, SO I BB TAKIM* NO CHANCES."
Quite recently we mentioned the
aviator who, when a thousand feet
above London, recognised it by the
unpleasant smell. We now read that
a fox-terrier smelt its way back to tho
Metropolis from Birmingham.
* . *
Two motor -omnibuses collided the
other evening, in Oxford Street. If this
internecine strife is to become prevalent,
the Traffic Problem may solve itself.
*.*
Has newspaper opinion no weight ?
While our journals, commenting on a
recent case of alleged shop-lifting, were
still ringing with condemnation of the
practice of petty pilfering, a man at
Stratford was sent to prison for stealing
three iron boilers.
The Great Impersonators.
"Of 15,000 women with votes for tho
London County Council, only 40,000 voted
last Thursday, said the Kev. Silvester llornc,
M.P., at Whitefield's Tabernacle on Sunday."
Eastern Daily 1'ress.
Let this bo a warning to us.
"The light-hearted vervo and abandon with
which she danecd both this and tho Polka
Comiquo which preceded it carried her
audience off their feet."
Daily Cok.nisl (B.C.)
They simply had to join in.
" He is described as a man possessing a thick
dark moustache of about Gft. Tin. in weight.
It is thought that he will probably visit Cal-
cutta and the police havo been directed to bo
on tho look-out." — Empire.
They cannot miss him.
VOL. c:cr.:-,'.
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[MARCH 19, 1913.
"THE LONDON LOOK."
[To a lady just returned from six years in Canada who writes to
The Chronicle to say that she notices "a difference that has take
place in Londoner* " during her absence. » Coming from a land full
of hopo and promise for the future," she has been forcibly struck b>
• the^ad and hopeless expression worn by the average Londoner. J
FiiOM regions of the Golden West,
The promised land of boundless prainc,
Where if you do but scratch the soil
At once it teems with corn and oil,
And Labour goes to work (or rest)
Light-footed as a fairy ;—
Land of the well-known Maple-leaf,
Where legs are lithe and muscles limber,
Where no one yet was heard to sigh,
But all men wear a glad, glad eye
That conies of canning fruits and beef
And logging virgin timber;—
Where rolls of greenbacks, rolls and rolls,
Drop from the trees (just like Utopia) ;
Where Fortune smiles without a break,
And all the world is on the make
And carries in its button-holes
A blooming cornucopia; —
From that Elysium homeward borne,
You find yourself completely staggered,
Treading once more our London ways,
To note the contrast she betrays,
The dull despair' of lips forlorn,
Of eyes how strangely haggard !
You say you can't account for this.
Six summers back you left us cheery ;
Contentment sat on every brow
Six little summers back, and now
You see the same Metropolis
Hopelessly dull and dreary.
Blithe as a bird that scales the sky,
That day when you and-London parted,
We went about as though on air,
Carolling lightly here and there.
What means this sad decline?, Oh why, ,
Why are we so downhearted ?
Madam, -we thank your fresher eyes
Through which we pierce the humorous vapour
Thai; screens us from ourselves, and find
How changed we are ; but was it kind
To send the news of your surprise
Up to a Liberal paper?
Anyhow, here 's a Tory's view
For light upon the situation : —
Madam, six painful years ago
Our sanguine hearts had yet to know
What LLOYD could scheme and GEORGE could do
To devastate the nation I O. S.
The Old Firm.
"The wreath placed on behalf of his Majesty by his son, Erinc
Eitel Priedrich, at the foot of the statue to Frederick William III
at Brcslau bore the inscription : ' God's and our firm will cnsui
victory to our just cause." — Horning Post.
We are glad to see that the partnership goes on.
" Built on the lines of an old farmhouse kitchen, French girls i
picturesque costumes flit about with cups of coffee and liqueurs."
kvcnjman.
And they talk about French figures !
THE CHRISTENING OF CANBERRA.
GREAT satisfaction is expressed amongst patriotic Aus-
ralians that the Federal Government should bave reso-f
-itely refused to emphasize the historical or personal;
ssociations of their country with the Mother-country, and!
ave decided instead to call their capital, Canberi-a-^a namei
vhich is at once Australian, indigenous and aboriginal]
n view of the epoch-making nature of the event", We have
nvited the opinions of a number of leading patriots,1,
cholars and litterateurs on the choice.
Mr. P. F. WARNER writes : " While disclaiming any right!
o dictate to the Commonwealth Government in this
natter, I cannot help regretting that they have not seen
heir way to commemorate the greatest of all Australian
>roducts — cricket. For my own part, I have never dis-'
uised my belief that the best name for the new capital!
would be Trumpersville, though I admit that Spolforths-j
own has much to'recommend it."
Mr. EDMUND GOSSE writes : " As the most intimate!
iving friend 'of ROBERT BROWNING, FITZGERALD, GEORGE
VlERKDiTH and TENNYSON, may I be permitted to express myj
regret that the claims of none of these great men have!
)ecn regarded in the nomenclature of the new Australian!
apital?"
Mr. P. A. VAILE, the great lawn tennis and golf expcrtj
md author of Wdke up, England, though himself a Newl
Zealander, takes a keen interest in Australian politics. He(
writes : "The Australians have missed a great opportunity.
Tiiey should have called -their Capital Boomerangs, or,
Deriiaps, Bourneringue, in memory of -the famous aboriginal
jiissile which, when all is said and done, is the outstanding
contribution of Australia to the inventions of the world.
[ may add that I have for many years been engaged in
researches into the flight of the boomerang, in which the
antagonism of topspin and undercut is reduced to a perfect
laruiony, and hope soon to publish them in a definitive
monograph.1'
Sir GEORGE BIRDWOOD writes :" Inasmuch as philologists
trace the derivation of the word to an aboriginal perversion
of ' Cranberry,' a fruit- which grows in great luxuriance on
the spot, I can only say that I prefer it to Wallaby, Wattle-
ton or'Federalia." !
Mr. .THOMAS BEECHAM expresses regret, on the grounds
of euphony, that the more melodious name of Mypla was
not chosen. " The termination -ola," he observes, "is con-
secrated to music— e.g., viola, pianola — though an excep
tion must be made in the case of Gorgonzola — and
naturally appeals with peculiar force to all persons of an
artistic temperament.
Lord COURTNEY OF PENWITH writes : " I must confess to
a bitter disappointment that the name which I suggested
viz. Proportionalia, with a view to celebrating the triumph
of proportional representation, did not even achieve thf
distinction of serious consideration. I cannot profess en
thusiasm for Canberra, but it is a great relief to me per
sonally that Venus was not selected."
Sir EDWIN DURNING-LAWRENCE writes: "The onl)
redeeming feature of the situation is the negative one tha
the name Shakspearo was rejected. For the Common
wealth to link its lot with the arch-impo'stor would hav
been a cosmic catastrophe."
The latest projected alliance between the Peerage and th
Music Hall Stage is indicated by tlie following significan
"exchange" advertisement in The Motor Cycle: — •
" Excellent Ccronet and Banjo, each m case, for good side-car."
The honeymoon will be spent motoring.
PUNCH, OR THE LONDON CHARIVARI.— MARCH 19, 1913.
A MINISTEEIAL BANK-HOLIDAY DREAM.
O TO BE AT HAMPSTEAD NOW THAT EASTER'S HERE!
[The House, for the first time in the memory of the oldest inhabitant, is to sit on Easter Monday.]
MAitcn 19, 1913.]
PUNCH, OK THE LONDON CHARIVARI.
217
Old Gentleman, "EVEBYTHISG SEEMS VEBY I-OBWABD, THOMAS."
TJtomas. "YES, Sin; I SUPPOSE TIIAT BE ON ACCOUNT OF EASTEH FALLC*' so EABLY."
(Old Gentleman retires indoors to think it out.)
CEICKET BEFORM.
IT is becoming more and more evi-
dent that something must be done to
"brighten cricket." We have listened
patiently to the many helpful proposals
that have appeared in the Press in the
last few weeks and given them our
most thoughtful consideration, and we
feel that now our turn has come.
It has been suggested in some quar-
ters that spectators should be admitted
free for the last hour's play of the day.
That seems to us a very happy idea,
and one which might be carried a good
deal further. It is generally conceded
that the game cannot exist without
spectators. (It is not as if the players
wore doing it purely for the fun of the
thing.) Well, why not admit all spec-
tators free? A much larger crowd
could then be confidently counted upon.
We shall be told, of course, that the
club's finances would suffer from such
Open-handed treatment. But vra have
not overlooked that difficulty. It could
be met by making a small charge — of
perhaps a shilling a head — "upon re-
tiring," that is to say, as they go out.
The necessity for a band has been
very generally insisted upon, and quite
rightly. But it is ridiculous to suppose
that every member of the crowd is
interested in music. And if nothing
more than this is to be done it is clear
that the great majority will be reduced
to looking on at the cricket after all.
The band must be supplemented by
other attractions. A few simple side-
shows would do much — a picture palace
perhaps at each corner of the ground,
some pierrots, an Aunt Sally or two, and,
let us say, a joy-wheel would probably
bo found quite sufficient, for ours is
ever a good-humoured crowd. The pro-
gramme would, of course, have to bo
changed, say, twice a week, and to meet
this need every touring eleven might
carry with it its own little troupe of
itinerant artists. Lancashire would
bring its clog-dancers, Somerset its team
of wrestlers, and local talent would be
encouraged in every possible way. On
the more special occasions (that is to
say, when the match itself is more than
usually dull), pageants illustrating the
development of the game from pre-his-
toric times might parade the ground.
Again, all are agreed that there is too
much cricket. 1'or this a simple remedy
could be found. Why not have a
season with no cricket at all? It
might foster appetite.
As to alterations in the actual rules
of the game, we feel a little diffident in
putting forth our views, for one of the
very highest authorities lias just told
us that what cricket really wants is
" ten years of sober government and
freedom from scares and criticisms." It
is not that we are without happy ideas
on this subject. We still believe that
our notion of making the wicket so
wide that the ball on occasion would
pass between the stumps is really a
capital one, and would add quite a
sporting new element to the relations
between batsman and bowler. And
our own special reform — the corrugated
pitch — would without doubt introduce
many bright and amusing episodes.
But even if we may not tamper with
the rules something can surely be done
to improve cricket as a spectacle.
Whatever other attractions we are able
to provide there must always be a few
members of the crowd, old sportsmen
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PUNCH, OR THE LONDON CHARIVARI.
[MARCH 19, 1913.
of the bull-dog breed, who tiro there to
sou the game. Can wo do nothing to
relieve the monotony for them ? At
least the players might adopt the very
obvious expedient of fancy dress, and
it would be a pity not to make use of
the umpires in the same way. At
present they add little or nothing to
the spectacular effect.
And now we come to the final reflec-
tion that there may be no need, after
all, to take any steps to brighten cricket.
The problem may solve itself. When
we consider all that the W.S.P.U. has
done in the last few months to
brighten golf, surely there is no
need to despair.
was forty-six. But it was not merely
territorial enthusiasm which inspired
him, and as the band floundered pre-
cariously out into the open ho took a
bundle of papers from his pocket and
reviewed his position.
To Mr. Jim
Switzerland, he
Blow, of
had sent
Lucerne,
postal
order for 10s. and various forecasts of
football results. If all these forecasts
proved correct he would win £12 10s.
Among them he had given Porthampton
to win.
From Mr. Ted Bangs, of Geneva,
THE SPORTSMAN.
ALFRED BINKS PBOSSEB was
enjoying himself immensely.
He was seated in a covered
stand, while outside, in the
drizzling rain so characteristic
of an English spring, the Port-
hampton " Yellowhammers"
and the Ringsley " Lobsters "
manoeuvred a heavy football
over a large area of watery mud
dotted here and there with pools
of muddy water. A big button
of brown and yellow — the Port-
hampton colours— was in his
coat, and a gilt tie-pin made in
the shape of a hammer also
neatly indicated on which side
his sympathies lay.
The " Yellowhammers " were
leading by one goal to nil, and
Alfred experienced a satisfying
sense of having done his best to
bring about this result. He had
cheered his own men through
fair play and foul, and had con-
sistently booed their opponents.
He had also shouted a great
many pertinent exhortations,
such as " Play the game, Bef. ! " -
" Pull your socks up, Eef.! " " Go and
buy a pair of specs, Eef. ! " Indeed
his advice to the Referee must have
been a great help to that harassed
official. In addition to all this he had
indulged in a spirited verbal skirmish
with an excited Eingsleyite, and had
wittily advised him to swallow a
sponge if he couldn't spleak splain for
splutterin'.
Altogether, except for a natural and
.'audable hoarseness, Alfred felt at the
top of his form when the whistle went
for half-time.
He had long supported the " Yellow-
hammers " for the excellent reason that
their ground was situated but twenty-
two miles by rail from his home, while
that of the only other professional club*
within reach on a Saturday afternoon
Mrs. Bigg (Jiaving the worst of tlie argument). " NAH THEN,
CHUCK IT ; you 'VE ALWAYS GOT MORE TO SAX THAN XEB 'AYE
TO EAT."
Switzerland, he might similarly expect
to receive £25 if all his predictions were
successful; and among them he had
given Porthampton to win.
In the weekly Football Competition
organised by Trifles, which offered a
prize of £100 for a correct forecast of
the results of twenty-four selected
matches, he had given Porthampton
to win.
In a parallel Competition arranged
by Masses Weekly for a prize of £200,
he had given Porthampton to win.
In the Competition announced by
Piffling Pars, which offered a prize of
£500 on the same terms, he had given
Porthampton to win.
Likewise in the Whispers Competi-
tion for £4 a week for lif
But stay !
What was this? Alfred stamped his
foot with vexation. Ho remembered
now what up to this moment he hac
utterly forgotten. Just as he had been
on the point of crossing out Ringsley
on the Whispers coupon a few days
before, some obscure instinct hac
prompted him to stay his hand, ana
he had given the result a draw I
Four pounds a week for life! Ho
dropped the tie-pin and the button into
his pocket and went out for a breather.
When he sat down again it was in
another part of the staiid.
Here for some time he urged on the
efforts of the " Lobsters " with
the utmost zeal, completely
putting to shame a small group
of Ringsleyites near him. Then
at last the ball flashed into the
"Yellowhammers'" net and
made the scores level, and he
gave a long sigh of relief as he
watched the goal-keeper pick
himself up and scrape the mud
out of his mouth.
Minute after minute passed
without any further score, and
Alfred now sat unwontedly
quiet, feeling more and more
certain of his £4 a week. But
five minutes from time the
Yellowhammers " seemed sud-
denly to develop a fresh access
of energy. They began to press
strongly ; and in spite of himself,
in defiance of all reason, Alfred
found himself becoming wildly
excited on their behalf. Fight
against it as he would, there
surged into his breast a mad,
illogical, but sporting hope that
Porthampton might win.
A minute from time the
Yellowhammers' " centre-for-
ward found the ball at his feet
about forty yards from the
Eingsley goal. Alfred yelled
piercingly, " Shoot, you silly
fool ! Shoot ! " The centre did
not shoot, but swung the ball to the
outside right. Alfred rose to his feet
and waved his arms. The outside man
raced along the touch-line and lofted the
ball towards the goal-mouth. Alfred
stamped on the boards and bawled
incoherently. The inside right slid
forward, and with a quick jerk of his
head sent the ball flying into a top
corner of the net. Alfred brought down
both his fists with a crash upon the
bowler hat of the man in front of
him, and with a thrill of pure, un-
hesitating, rapturous triumph screamed
"GOAL!"
At the risk of losing £208 a year for
life, Alfred Binks Prosser had shown
himself a sportsman. . . . Nor, since
his other predictions wero all wrong,
did he ever have cause to regret it.
PUNCH, Oil THE LONDON CJIAIMVAUI.
219
"ONE HF.\LT.Y SEES SOME VEBY nr.srF.CTABLE-LOOKtNO rE3ri.E AMONG THKSF. TIIKATRICAT., POLK.
]!er. Darby. "On, DEAR MR, VES! I UNDERSTAND THAT MANY OF TIIEM HAVE QUITE KICE HOMES."
DEFEEEED STOCK.
IT was a wonderful Spring after-
noon. Perambulators blossomed on the
fieath, boy scouts burgeoned into scout-
masters, crocodiles had come out of their
liiirs. On every side of me young male
(bop-assistants walked and whispered
honeyed nothings into tho shell-like
curs of young female dittos. I only was
sad. This was because of a little ex-
planation I had had with Araminta just
after lunch. 1 was rather pleased than
otherwise when she said to me, "Of
course you remembered to buy that
foolscap this morning ? " because it gave
me a chance to expound to her the
principle on which I regulate the petty
iletails of everyday life. It is a fixed
iil.'ii with Araminta that I am slightly
nnvless and unmethodical. Nothing
could be further from the truth. So I
said, " No," and at the same time smiled
nrdonically. (An article on sardonic
smiles, illustrated by photographs of
the faces of Cabinet Ministers smiling
them, will be found on some other page
of some other paper.) After I had got
this over and my mor.tli had resumed
its normal footing, Araminta, looking
slightly relieved, went on. "But you
said you simply must have it to-night,"
sho murmured reproachfully, " and some
bootlaces and dog biscuits —
" Araminta," I broke in, " civilization
is a lethargic monotony. We are both
lotus-eaters ; so is the dog. Constant
supplies of little luxuries lie round
about our door "
" Not unless you order them up in
the morning."
" lie, I should rather say, behind
the counters of the little shops at the
end of the street. Why should I get
theso things an instant before they are
absolutely needed ? If it is at all pos-
sible to infuse any flavour of romance
into our swathed and padded existence,
it can only be done by waiting until
the last possible chance, and then sally-
ing fortli like a relief expedition and
buying boot-powder, tooth-laces, seal-
ing-biscuits and dog-wax at the psycho-
logical moment when failure to procure
them would bring the \-<o\t to the door.
In all good stories of desert islands it
is just when the dishevelled mariner
despairs of being able to cook the- yams
or iguanas which lie has been lassoing
all morning with his neck-tie that the
bale of hermetically-sealed pine-vestas
is washed ashore from the wreck. So
it is with me. It is quite true that I
have been longing for foolscap, not to
speak of various other what-nots. It
is quite true that I must have them
this evening —
"Isn't it better?" began Araminta,
seizing a moment when I stopped for
breath —
" No, it is not better to have them
always in stock. That is your method,
but not mine. In a few moments I
shall issue forth and pay a visit to the
stationer ; from him I shall go on to the
biscuit-monger and the bootwright and
come back hung all over with little
parcels like the good St. Nicholas.
Your ideal, it seems, is the Garden
of Alcinous, where the greengroceries
never run out. Mine is the date-palm
of the oasis which greets the eye of the
thirsty Bedouin, now at his last gasp.
Such is romance."
So saying, and before Araminta had
time to recover from her bewilderment,
I clapped my plum-coloured Carlsbad
on my head and went out.
As I said before, all nature was
smiling. Shop-assistants cooed of love.
It was then that I became suddenly sad.
I should not have minded about nature ;
it was the shop-assistants who worried
me. I realised almost at once that it
was Thursday afternoon ; and Thursday
is our early-closing day.
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[MARCH 19, 1913.
THE LANDSCAPE GARDENER.
EEALLY! know nothing about flowers.
By a bit of luck, James, my gardener,
whom I pay lialf-a-crown a week for
combing, the beds, knows nothing
about them either; so my ignorance
remains undiscovered. But in other
people's gardens I bavo to make
something of an effort to keep up
appearances. Without flattering my-
self I may say that I have acquired a
certain manner ; I give the impression
of the garden lover, or the man with
shares in a seed-company, or — or some-
thing.
For instance, at Creek Cottage, Mrs.
Atherley will say to me, " That 'a an
Amphiloberlus Gemini," pointing to
something which I hadn't noticed be-
hind a rake.
:" I am not a bit surprised," I say
calmly.
'" And a Glodiophinium Banksii next
to it."
; " I suspected it," I confess in a hoarse
whisper.
: Towards flowers whose names I
know I adopt a different tone.
" Aren't you surprised to see daffodils
out so early ? " says Mrs. Atherley
with pride;
'"There are lots out in London," I
mention casually. " In the shops."
" So there are grapes," says Miss
Atherley.
" I was not talking about grapes," I
reply stiffly.
However at Creek Cottage just now
I can afford to be natural ; for it is not
gardening which comes under discussion
tltese days, but landscape-gardening,
and anyone can be an authority on
that. The Atberleys, fired by my tales
of Sandringham, Chatsworth, Arundel,
and other places where I am constantly
spending the week-end, are re-adjusting
their two-acre field. In future it will
riot be called " the garden " but " the
grounds."
I was privileged to be shown over
the grounds on my last visit to Creek
Cottage.
" Here," said Mrs. Atherley, " we are
having a plantation. It will keep the
wind off; and we shall often sit here
in the early days of summer. That 's
a weeping ash in the middle. There 's
another one over there. They '11 be
lovely, you know."
" What 's that ? " I asked, pointing
to a bit of black stick on the left;
which, even more than the other trees,
gave the impression of having been left
there by the gardener while he went
for his lunch.
" That 's a weeping willow."
" This is rather a tearful corner of
the grounds," apologised Miss Atherley.
" We '11 show you something brighter
directly. Look there — that 's the oak
in which KING CHAKLES lay hid. At
least, it will bo when it's grown a
bit."
"Let's go on to the shrubbery,"
said Mrs. Atherley. " We are having
a new grass path from here to the
shrubbery. It's going to be called
Henry's Walk."
Miss Atherley has a small brother
called Henry. Also there were eight
Kings of England called Henry. Many
a time and oft one of those nine Henrys
has paced up and down this grassy
walk, his head bent, his hands clasped
behind his back; -while behind his
furrowed brow, who shall say what
world-schemes were hatching? -Is it
the thought of WOL.SEY which makes
him frown — or is he wondering where
he left his .catapult? Ah! who can
tell us ? Let us leave a veil of mystery
over it ... for the sake of the next
visitor.
" The shrubbery," said Mrs. Atherley
proudly, waving her hand at a couple
of laurel bushes and a — I 've forgotten
its name now, but it is one of the few
shrubs I really know.
" And if you 're a gentleman/' said
Miss Atherley, " and want to get asked
here again, you'll always call it the
shrubbery."
" Really, I don't see what else you
could call it," I said, wishing to be
asked down again.
" The patch."
" True," I said. " I mean, Nonsense."
I was rather late for breakfast next
morning; a pity on such a lovely spring
day.
"I'm so sorry," I began, "but I
was looking at the shrubbery from my
window and I quite forgot the time."
" Good," said Miss Atherley.
" I must thank you for putting me
in such a perfect room for it," I went
on, warming to my subject. " One can
actually see the shrubs — er — shrubbing.
The plantation too seems a little thicker
to me than yesterday."
" I expect it is."
"In fact, the tennis lawn " I
looked round anxiously. I had a sudden
fear that it might be the new deer-park.
" It still is the tennis lawn ? " I asked.
" Yes. Why, what about it ? "
" I was only going to say the tennis
lawn had quite a lot of shadows on it.
Oh, there's no doubt that the planta-
tion is really asserting itself."
Eleven o'clock found me strolling in
the grounds with Miss Atherley.
" You know," I said, as we paced
Henry's Walk together, " the one thing
the plantation wants is for a bird to
nest in it. That is the hall-mark of a
plantation."
" It 's Mother's birthday to-morrow.
Wouldn't it be a lovoly surprise for
her?"
" It would, indeed. Unfortunately
this is a matter in which you require
the co-operation of a feathered friend."
" Couldn't you try to persuade a
bird to build a nest in the weeping
ash ? Just for this once? "
" You 'ro asking me a very difficult
thing," I said doubtfully. " Anything
else I would do cheerfully for you;
but to dictate to a bird on such a very
domestic affair . No, I 'm afraid I
must refuse."
"It need only just begin to build
one," pleaded Miss Atherley, "because
Mother 's going up to town by your
train to-morrow. As soon as she 's out
of the house the bird can go back to
anywhere else it likes better."
" I will put that to any bird I see
to-day," I said, " but I am doubtful."
"Oh, well," sighed Miss Atherley;
" never mind."
•',- •-',- -'.- * * #
" What do you think ? " cried Mrs.
Atherley as she came in to breakfast
next day. " There 's a bird been nesting
in the plantation ! "
Miss Atherley looked at me in undis-
guised admiration. I looked quite sur-
prised— I know I did.
" Well, well ! " I said.
" You must come out afterwards and
see the nest and tell me what bird it
is. There are three eggs in it. I am
afraid I don't know much about those
things."
" I 'm glad," I said thankfully. " I
mean, I shall be glad to."
We went out eagerly after breakfast.
On about the only tree in the plantation
with a fork to it a nest balanced pre-
cariously. It had in it three pale-blue
eggs splotched with light-brown. It
appeared to be a blackbird's nest with
another egg or two to come.
" It 's been very quick about it," said
Miss Atherley.
" Of our feathered bipeds," I said,
frowning at her, " the blackbird is
notoriously the most hasty."
" Isn't it lovely?" said Mrs. Atherley.
She was still talking about it as she
climbed into the trap which was to take
us to the station.
" One moment," I said, " I 've for-
gotten something." I dashed into the
house and out by a side door, and then
sprinted for the plantation. I took
the nest from the weeping and over-
weighted ash and put it carefully
back in the hedge by the tennis-
lawn. Then I returned more leisurely
to the house.
If you ever want a job of landscape-
gardening thoroughly well done, you
can always rely iipon me. A: A. M.
MAKCH 19, 1913.]
PUNCH, OR THE LONDON CHARIVARI.
221
SOCIETY IN THE SUN.
(With acknowledgments to the Monte Carlo representatives of our photographic contemporaries.}
LORD AND LADY BERTIE MAINWARING TAKIKQ A CONSTITU-
TIONAL. LADY BERTIE, WE NEED NOT REMIND OUR READKRS,
WAS RECENTLY ONE OP THE BEAUTIES OP THE LYRIC STAGE.
THE GRAND DUKE OP SPLO,BHSTEIN-PCNTEBSBORG LEAVING
THE CASINO WITH TOPSY, LADY SPIFFINQTON. WE nv.ua. His
SERENE HIGHNESS HAS BEEN LOSING HEAVILY THIS SEASON,
WHICH MAY ACCOUNT FOR HIS EXPRESSION.
OKNKRAI, SIR HEBCUI.ES HP. Vi:iu: BROWNE WALKING OS
THIJ TKMRACB WITH A FU1KND.
THE DUSE AND DUCHESS OP DUMPSHIBE LEAVING THKIB
HOTEL AFTER LUNCHEON.
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PUNCH, OR THE LONDON CHARIVARI.
19, 1913.
ANOTHER MILITANT.
Mother. "So YOU IKIED TO TAKE HEB HOOP AWAY AND SHE BOXED TOUB EABS? WELL, u BEBVED
Hobby, "On, MUMMY, MUMMY, YOU SEE- I DIDN'T KNOW SHE WAS A SUFFBAOETTE I "
QUITE EIGHT I"
THE CHANGELING.
were her eyes as the deeps of a mountain-locked
i water,
Pink as the bloom of a blush-rose her countenance shone ;
Love'tnade of my heart, Mrs. Jones, an immediate slaughter —
I refer to the infant you showed me last week, to the
daughter
Who seems to have gone.
" She knew a good thing when she saw it. Not everyone
chooses,
Directly they gaze at my features, to burst into crows,
But she, only lately alit from aerial cruises,
Sis months from the skies, she remembered The Masque of
the Muses
And made for my nose.
" It was love at first sight ; we were natures predestined to
tally;
And I think, if those tales of a former existence are true,
In Babylon I and your daughter erewhile had been pally,
For as soon as I said to her, 'Diddums,' she answered my sally
With a spirited ' Goo ' I
" And now what is this you have brought me ? This thing
that gets furious,
Howls at my overtures, screams when I jest as I did,
Blind to all bonds of the past, to all sense of a curious
Psychic affinity. Lady, the article 's spurious :
That 's not your kid.
" Not a trace of your ravishing child I detect in this gaby,
With two little dots in a plum-coloured face ; I can see
Not a hint of my fair in this fractious — whatever it may be ;
I don't doubt that it 's cutting its teeth, but your genuine baby
Would never cut me.
" I am sorry (please take it away and do something to stop it ;
How can I go on in the midst of this horrible moan '/) —
I am sorry, I say, for your bright, your original poppst,
But the facts are quite patent, the gipsies have managed
to swap it
For one of their own."
Sincerely I spoke. To assist the good lady I said it,
But (strange to relate) she took umbrage; with kisses
and purrs
Besmothered the bantling, refused altogether to credit
My views on its origin ; calmed it and rocked it and fed it,
And still says it 's hers. EVOE.
" O'Neil is in the feather-weights (9st. and under) and Pollard com-
petes in tho feather-weights (lOst. and under)." — Gloucester Citizen.
JACK JOHNSON, we understand, is another entry for the
feather-weights (20st. and under).
" ' The factory man that doesn't have belt troubles simply beats
the trouble bird to his belts and keeps thorn in order.' That's what
our New York manager, Mr. Gbase, says, and he has had as much or
more belt-.cxperience than any man we know."- — Advt.
We do not like this sort of talk. It seems to us hardly
delicate.
PUNCH, OR THE LONDON CHABIYABI.— MABOH 19, 1913.
POUR LA PATRIE.
FKAXCK (calling for a third ,/ear of military service). "THIS IS A GREAT SACRIFICE WHICH YOUR
COUNTRY ASKS OF YOU, MON ENFANT. ARE YOU READY TO MAKE IT?"
CITIZEN SOLDIER. '; BUT OF COURSE."
MAIH;H 19, 1913.J
•|'l:\rir, OR THE LONDON CHARIVAKf.
225
est rnorte, Vive la
ESSENCE OF PARLIAMENT.
(KXTKM'TKI) FROM Till: UlMlY OF TOBY, M.I'.)
lloii.w (if Common*,
10.— /-" .SV.s.s
ijexxioit !
Death happened last Friday. New
birth chili's from to-day. House, in foot,
lias enjoyed exhilarating recess of two
days, one being Kunday, the other in-
cluding usual Saturday half-holiday.
Keasonahle to expect in such circum-
stances that legislators who for thirteen
months have had their noses in uncom-
fortahle proximity to Parliamentary
grindstone would come back browned
by exposure to occasional rain, brimful
of health and spirits, eager to buckle-
to at business of fresh
session. On the con-
trary, gathering in both
Houses unprecedent-
edly small, deplorably
depressed.
Noble Lords, whose
business aptitude is well
known, having listened
to speeches from mover
an ( 1 seconder of Address,
Leader of Opposition
and Leader of House,
straightway agreed, and
went off to dinner on
stroke of half -past
seven. The Commons,
faced by necessity of
working double tides
in order to meet exi-
gencies of financial
year, which closes on
31st, could not stand
things later than nine
minutes to eight, at
which precise moment
a dwindling gathering
dispersed. But they
did not confirm Address, over which
talk will simmer for rest of the week.
When limit of Ministerial patience is
reached there will be loud complaints
of tyrannical shortening of debate.
And here, on very first night of Session,
something like half a sitting is wantonly
chucked away.
The MEMBER von SAHK, looking in at
House of Lords, found ABEBCONWAY
on his legs, moving Address with
successful observance of consecrated
custom by which original thought or
independent criticism is regarded as
undesirable. Afraid worry and weari-
ness of long Session have told upon a
disposition naturally" kind, peculiarly
sweet. SAHK certainly grumpy.
"Seems to me," he growled, "Parlia-
ment is being run strictly on family
lines. Just heard FRANCIS M'LABEN
arrayed in velvet and fine linen make
neat little speech seconding Address in
the Commons. Come here and find
my old friend, his father, moving
Address in Lords.''
Young M'|,AHI:.V, gifte:! with a fine
voice, accomplished in elocution, ac-
! quitted himself in manner that drew
frequent cheers from both sides. Only
threatened note of discord was struck
by opening sentence, when ho described
himself as the youngest Member on
Ministerial side. WKDGWOOD BENN,
seated Gangway end of Treasury Bench,
obviously thought remark superfluous.
Accustomed to have that distinction
attributed to him — he never assumes
anything for himself — naturally did not
like to hear it claimed by another.
Made movement as if about to rise and
I
MOKE BANBURY SENSATIONS.
enter protest. Fortunately BANBURY,
sitting next to him, quickly discerned
situation and laid restraining hand on
the Cherub's shoulder, and what for
half a minute threatened an unpleasant
scene passed over.
BANBURY'S appearance on Treasury
Bench created consternation in Strang-
ers' Gallery. Eumour ran round as-
serting that he had " been bought."
Various surmiees as to particular price
extorted for so great a possession.
Some said he bad ousted LLOYD
GEORGE from the Exchequer. Others
affirmed that, at ten minutes' notice, he
had undertaken care of the Navy, vice
WINSTON, about to be elevated to the
House of Lords. Absence of McKENNA
from Treasury Bench being noticed, it
was thought that BANBURY had ac-
cepted the Home Secretaryship and
that Suffragettes had better look out.
Simple fact is that, in accordance
with ancient tradition, the MEMBER FOR
THK CITY OK LONDON lias a place found
for him on Ministerial Bench on open-
ing night of new Parliament. PRINCE
ARTHUR doesn't hanker after privilege.
But BANHUUY, wrestling with native
modesty, takes the prominent place,
enlarging the bounds of precedent to
include the third Session.
Keference in Speech from the Throne
to anniversary of KINO EDWARD'S
wedding-day stirred up memories of
fifty years ago in bosom of young
M'LAREN. "Wo are," he said, "all
delighted to be reminded of those days
long ago when QUEEN ALEXANDRA came
in the Spring as a bride to London."
Business done. — Parliament meets for
third Session.
Friday.— What I
like about ROWLAND
HUNT is his thorough-
ness. Time flies so
rapidly, events crowd
upon each other •with
such bewildering in-
sistence, that his first
Parliamentary achieve-
ment is forgotten. Two
years ago young bloods
of Unionist party, con-
vinced that " Arthur is
played out," succeeded
in relieving him of cares
of Leadership. Have
since from time to time
had occasion to medi-
tate upon sagacity of
the move. It was ROW-
LAND HUNT who first
raisedstandardofrevolt.
Declared from his place
behind Front Opposi-
tion Bench that he had
no confidence in his
nominal Leader.
This too much even for cynical in-
difference of PRINCE ARTHUR. Decided
that if someone must go he was not the
man to budge. Accordingly ROWLAND
was drummed out of regiment, Party
whips being no longer sent to him.
By-and-by he came to heel again, and
has since reserved his gift of denuncia-
tion for more legitimate objects on
t' other side of the table.
Still in his ashes lives their wonted
fire. Amendments to Address touching
on most of conceivable topics have
through the week crowded the paper.
For the most part lengthy in phrase,
rambling in argument, they excited no
interest. Such as have been submitted
have not succeeded in drawing an audi-
ence appreciably exceeding a quorum.
Then comes ROWLAND, effectively bring-
ing up the rear with an amendment
whose comprehensiveness encircles the
globe.
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PUNCH, OK THE LONDON CHARIVARI.
[MAUCH 19, 1913.
Ho proposed to ask the House to
approach the Sovereign with expression
of regret "that Your Majesty's Govern-
ment have failed to provide .sufficient
forces on sea or land or in the air .for
preserving the safety of the country
and the Empire."
Omission of reference to the waters
under the earth seems to imply excep-
tional satisfaction with the submarine
flotilla. Unfortunately the Amendment,
Guiding at end of long list, was not
reached, and conjecture on this point
lacks support or dismissal by explana-
tion. 'Twill serve as it stood. When
mighty intellect has bent itself to con-
sideration of vital issues on land and
sea and in the air, what is happening in
the deep unfathomed caves of ocean
may, like Ministerial plan for reform
of Second Chamber, be left for consider-
ation at a later unnamed date.
Business done. — After five days' dreary
debate in House rarely half full, Address
agreed to. Main interest centres in
fact that at opening of new Session
Ministerial majority was maintained at
or about the round 100.
HOME LIES.
WHEN she comes to watch me play,
Kate (my sister) loves to brag
Of the goal I dropped one day ;
Says I smashed the corner-flag.
And the ribs of Jones (the blue) -
" Quite a gentle tackle, too ! "
When rny blind untutored smites
Earn their spectacled rewards,
Katie solemnly recites
How I stopped the clock at Lord's
" With a shot that HOHBS or FRY
Simply wouldn't dare to try ! "
When, again, to dearer friends
She explains with what an ease,
As the sacred flame descends,
I descend to lines like these — •
Does my blushing sweetheart, Maud,
Listen, rapt and overawed ?
Not a bit of it ; she knows
Any self-respecting kid
Always keeps a stock of those
Things her brother never did —
Knows that her relations weave
Yarns which I do not believe.
All her people love to spout
Streams of eulogistic rot,
Vie with mine in pointing out
Virtues that we haven't got,
Till we cry through tears of shame :
" Dear, I love you just the same 1 "
" The Small Woman.
A Plea for a greater Range of Ready -mado
Sizes." — Daily Chronicle.
After all, size is not everything. .
AT THE PLAY.
" OPEN WINDOWS."
Wm:Tnr,u or not Mr. MASON, when
ho is out to write one of his pleasant
books, is apt to look at real life too
much through the eyes of a teller of
talcs with whom the story comes first
ami humanity second, it is certain that
his now play betrays the hand of the
novelist. He seemed to treat his audi-
ence as if they were readers of a serial
of which they had had the misfortune
to miss the .first twenty chapters, and
nc3ded a rf.sumf. of the foregoing argu-
ment. .Unhappily, the necessary reve-
lations had to be made by word of
mouth, -and required . a ve;y delicate
diplomacy, and this took up practically
John Herrick (Sir GEORGE ALEXANDER) to
I'hilip Brook (Mr. SYDNEY VALENTIN?:).
"Your request that I should hand your
daughter over to you is couched in very
unusual terms. You say nothing about ' the
paternal instinct.' "
the whole of tlie First Act, and even
then they were none too clear. But
this wouldn't have mattered much if
Mr. MASON, in his anxiety to be done
with his preliminary chapters, had not
been tempted to ignore the improbability
of some of the conditions under which
he made his pricis. Thus for the pur-
poses of his play he has somehow to
impart to us the chequered career of
Philip Brook, who under this assumed
name is acting as secretary to Sir
Henry Ohtffc. ; and how does he do it ?
Scarcely has John Herrick (Home
Secretary) set foot for the first time in
Sir Henry's country house on a week-
end visit, when his host says to him in
so many words : " I have a secretary
who has by heart the matter of the
Bill which you want to discuss; but if
you knew all that I know of his past-
how he said he had climbed Mount
Everest when he hadn't — you might
not caro to have anything to do with
him. I will therefore proceed to tell
you the facts, and you shall decide foi
yourself." Now Sir Henry was under
no sort of obligation to Herrick to tell
him Jlrook's secret, which could not
conceivably affect the value of his
political advice ; but he must have
been iincler a good deal of obligation
to Brook himself not to tell it. Such,
however, are the exigencies of drama
without a chorus when you cut out the
first eighteen years of your story.
However, on the whole, Mr. MASON
coped very adroitly not only with the
technical difficulties involved in oui
enlightenment, hut with the task ol
making us realize a tragedy of whose
remote origin we had to learn by
report. Perhaps he would have done
better still to have sacrificed one of the
unities, as he did in Tin: ]\'itncss foi
the Defence, where he showed before
our eyes, in that most effective 'First
Act, the source of all the subsequent
trouble.
Signs were not wanting (as they say)
that -he has been studying other dra-
matic conventions besides the unities.
His -stage-irony was very pronounced.
When Lady Clnffc went out of her way
to wonder how Herrick, minion of
fortune, would conduct himself in adver-
sity, even the most childlike of us
looked knowingly up to the blue sky
in absolute confidence that a bolt would
presently emerge.
But there was one convention which
rather irritated me. Eighteen years or
so before the curtain rose, Brook had
passed a " riotous " week with his lover
in Fontainebleau (I give the epithet
which she employed wheji relieving
her husband's curiosity about this pre-
nuptial episode). Being too poor to
marry her, and, I dare say, too much
pressed for time (for his ship had
already started from Tilbury), Brook
went on to Marseilles to join an ex-
ploration party bound for the Hima-
layas. It was to secure a name for the
child of this union that the lady
hurriedly married the. unsuspecting
Herrick. But not once, apparently,
during the three years of his time in
the East did it occur to Brook that
there could be any question of a child.
Yet he was not without imagination, as
shown in the matter of Mount Everest.
Mr. SYDNEY VALENTINE, who took the
part of Brook, recognised that a man
who is in revolt against life is seldom a
very lovable personality; and lie did his
best (which can bo very good) to dis-
courage sympathy. On the other hand,
sympathy was invited by the lady, very
attractively played by Miss IUENE YAN-
niuiGH. And I might have been quite
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Little Soy. " CAKRY YOCB BAG, Sm?"
Man. "No.1
Little Boy. " THEN I 'OPE IT STRAINS XEB.'
sorry for her if I could have convinced ' ought to have been pleased when her
myself that, for the sake of legitimating grace and sweetness imposed silence
her child, this woman, who at the time
was a star of promise in the art-world
of Bohemian Paris, would have thrown
up her career, married a man she didn't
want, and gone to live a drab life with
him and his people in Norwood (for
these were still the days of his ob-
scurity). The really pitiful figure was
Serrick himself, but he was made of
rather weak stuff, not very appealing.
The play had its moment of sensa-
tion. I do not refer to the audible
thrill that ran through the theatre on
the butler's announcement that Sir
GEORGE ALEXANDER was about to make
his first entry. I refer to the moment
when He nick summoned Brook to his
room and the presence of his wife. The
audience was palpably intrigued. Yet
the scene when they met was not very
moving. After all they had no quarrel.
Neither had wronged the other. The
real wrong done was by the wife to the
husband, and she remained a silent
spectator of the scene. It was just
a question whether the child should be
told the truth and allowed to choose
between the two men. I am ashamed
to say I was not much concerned one
way or tho other; though I know J
upon both her fathers— actual and
adoptive.
Mr. MASON'S theme did not make for
hilarity, but I think he might still have
given us more to laugh about, though
I grant that his one joke was quite
good. I omit, from sheer sense of tact,
to mention the unrehearsed humours of
a certain deciduous moustache, which
went far to relieve the strain of the
Second Act. The gay girlishness of
Elsie (very prettily played by Miss
ROSALIE TOLLER) brought relief, but
tempered by the reflection that she
was the very centre round which the
tragedy turned.
The acting throughout was sound,
but it revealed no very new talent and
added little to established reputations.
In conclusion you may want to know
what the " Open Windows " were for,
and what they opened on. I think they
had something to do with sanitation ;
and I know they had nothing to do
With KEATS. I have an impression
that they were first mentioned in con-
nection with Norwood; and there, of
course, the view from them may well
have been "forlorn"; but not over
" faerie lands." 0. S.
••IN THE SPRING."
WE select the following items, from
various catalogues which have lately
reached us, as being in harmony with
the approaching wedding season : —
Miss FOHTEBCUE (LILY). — Delicately
tinted with pink ; long slender white
throat ; very elegant and graceful ;
slightly scented ; looks best by artificial
light; very popular in drawing-rooms
and conservatories during winter
months ; requires attention ; must not
be cut.
Miss WINGATE (DAis\). — A strong
new growth; crimson lips, bright
eyes ; reaches perfection out of doors
when allowed to run wild ; may
be introduced anywhere with con-
fidence.
THE HON. MRS. PENDIUGON (ROSE).
— An old favourite ; mature, well
rounded, sturdy growth; clinging
variety ; needs re-planting in order to
thrive.
LORD RONALD (KENTISH NUT).—
True stock; thin, extra curled, quick
sprouting imperial variety; much in
request for dinner-tables.
Miss PERKINS (WALLFLOWER). —
Very hardy ; blooms all the yenr round ;
requires no attention.
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[MAKCH 19, 1913.
THE SOFA-DOG.
'•NAUGHTY 3og," said Francesca — she was addressing,
not me, but the Great Dane— " you have been on the sofa
again."
•• Well," I said, "he's off it now. As soon as lie heard
your fairy footsteps in the passage ho began to slink off.
It 's quite wonderful what an ear dogs have for footsteps."
"He's a very wicked dog," said Francesca.
"No, no! Ho thinks it's a trick. He's got ttinto his
head that you 'd be bitterly disappointed if he didn't get on
to the sofa when you 're not in the room and get off it as
soon as he hears you coming. Just you try him. Go into
the passage. There ! Ho 's up again. Knock at the door.
Didn't 1 tell you? Isn't he the quickest mover out of a
sofa you ever saw '? Oh, good dog, good dog ! "
" Sofas," said Francesca, " are not meant for dogs. You
encourage him to spoil them. You never think of the covers
he ruins."
"Oh, yes," I said, "I do. I know the covers by heart.
Let me tell you what they are. There are two brown
herons apparently feasting on red azaleas, blue convol-
vuluses (or convolvuli, if you prefer it) and yellow melons.
It is an intricate and beautiful picture of heron-life, when
the world was a younger and a better place."
" It was not designed for dogs," she said.
"There," I said, "you go again. For my part, I believe
the inventor intended his pattern to be completed by a dog.
It was his last picture. He had meant to weave in a dog
somewhere, but death came upon him before he had time.
' Put a dog with the herons,' he murmured with his last
breath, but they did not understand him. And now this
dumb animal of ours takes up a great artist's thought and
completes it."
" Covers it with mud," she said.
"Completes it," I repeated. "That dog teaches us all a
lesson. Francesca, do you know who said that ? "
"Yes," she said, "it was NAPOLEON, but he did not
speak of furniture."
"He spoke of what he saw, and so do I. And, what is
more, I will not allow. — — -"
"You must not," she said, "be too Napoleonic. Such
an attitude is improper in a modest household like ours.
You were going to say ?"
" I was going to say that I will not allow myself to
speak harshly to you, even if you fail in sympathy with the
natural desire of a dog to avoid draughts."
"Draughts?"
" Yes, draughts. You will find if you lie down on the
floor that it is a mass of draughts."
She bent herself to the carpet. "There isn't a vestige of
draught," she said.
"Not there, Francesca," I cried. "That's the only
draughtless spot in the room. Try close to the door. Lie
down there with your face on your paws. Look oui ! The
butler's coming."
" He isn't."
" No. I invented him ; but you don't do it as well as
(lie dog."
" You are too clever this morning," she said.
" It is a way I have," I said.
" And that being so," she continued, " I have determined
to resign all my household duties into your hands."
" Francesca," I said, " you overwhelm me."
"Poor dear," she went on, talking softly to herself, " it is
a very hard morning for him to begin on."
" No matter," I said ; " I am ready. Only tell me what
I have to do, so that I may note it down on paper."
" Food first," she said. " You will start with the cook."
"Oh, but that's delightful!" I said. "Do you know,
Francesca, that it has been my one ambition to interview
Mrs. Pears officially ? I have caught glimpses of her when
the children have had Christmas trees, but now I shall
really know her."
" That 's capital," said Francesca. " And you must order
luncheon and dinner, you know."
"Yes," I said, "we will lunch on beefsteak and kidney
pie, roly-poly pudding, and, just to celebrate the occasion,
a Welsh rarebit."
" An excellent meal for the children," she said. "Alice
and Frederick particularly will revel in it. But there might
not bo any kidneys."
" No kidneys ! " I said. " There must be millions of
kidneys in the world."
"Then," she said, "you must think of the servants, and
you must order dinner for us. But I will not interfere with
you further."
"Oli, yes," I said, "do interfere with me. I want you
to. I like it. I 'm not like some. I—
"Well then," she said, "after Mrs. Pears you must see
nurse. She 's dissatisfied about something. And the
housemaid wants to consult you about linen ; and Bain
has a list of garden things ho wants to buy ; and the
boot-boy's mother is going to call at 11 o'clock to plead
the cause of her son, who has done something abominable
with a catapult ; and after that you '11 have to sit by Muriel
and Nina while they practise ; and there '11 be lots of other
things turning up as you go along. Away with you now
to your work, and whatever happens keep a bravo heart
and a smiling face. I shall stay here to look after the
dog and muse on the mutability of human affairs."
"Francesca," I said after a pause, "I have been thinking
this matter over, and I have come to the conclusion that
things had better go on as they are."
" I thought you 'd think that," she said.
" The duties you propose to me, though various, are
slight and unimportant. 1 should perform them too well
and too quickly, and I should thus put a slur on all your
past activities. You would never bo able to look me in the
face again. I cannot bear that thought. Go and busy
yourself about the hive while I stay here and guard your
self-respect."
"And you may as well," she said, "keep an eye on the
furniture."
" Get down at once, Odin," I said. " Sofas were not
meant for dogs." E. C. L.
REAL TURTLE.
Ox the cold of a pavement in ugly E.G.,
A show for the idle and curious giving,
Crude calipash stiffens and crude calipee,
Past feeling, let 's hope, but yet horribly living ;
Chelonian, spoil of a warm tropic tide,
With horny eyes glazing, with flippers' faint gc.-ture,
They 've laid him — awaiting a summons inside,
Where the chef and his satellites stand in while
vesture.
Does he hear — if at all, as I hope he does not —
In the chatter around him the monkeys that quarrel
Where the palms fringe the beaches, blue, steamy
and hot?
Is the roar of the traffic the surf on the coral ?
I know not, but only beg leave to opine
That he 's helplessly tragic, an object of pity ;
May his ghost haunt your slumbers, O masters of
mine,
Who at seven absorb turtle soup in the City.
MAECH
19,
1913.]
PUNCH,
OB
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Sportsman. " CAS YOU TELL MB WHERE TO SEND A HANDKERCHIEF I HAVE FOOND BELOXGISCJ TO FATHER MALOHEV?"
Irish Priest. "I CAN; BUT HE'LL HAVE NO USE FOB UT. HB 's BEEN IN HIVES THESE THREE WEEKS."
THE EASTER BONNET.
A COMEDY OP A PARCELS LIFT.
J//.s.s Sclini Light-foot toViolettc et Cie.
Easter Sunday, 1911.
DEAR MADAM, — I am greatly dis-
appointed not to receive the Marie
Stuart bonnet which you promised me
faithfully should ho here on Saturday
evening. The result is that I have had
to attend church in my old one, thus
breaking a habit now many years old
of wearing new things on this day.
But what troubles me more is your
failure to keep your word, for that has
never happened before.
Yours truly, SELIKA LIOHTFOOT.
Violette et Gie to Miss Lightfoot.
(By hand.) Easter Tuesday.
DKAR MADAM, — Your letter is very
surprising, for our messenger-boy, who
brings tins, positively assures us that
lie placed the bonnet in the parcels lift
to your flat on Saturday at about 5.30.
As the box was too large for the lift he
i took out the bonnet and wrapped somo
silver paper round it.
We are Yours obediently,
VIOLETTE ET CIE.
Miss Lighlfoot to Violette et Cie.
Easter Tuesday.
DEAB MADAM, — I of course accept
the word of your messenger. He seems j siderately during his absence. It is
a very nice honest sort of boy ; but
unfortunately I cannot verify it as I
should like to, as the lift has stuck in
the flat above; and as the occupants —
an elderly gentleman and his servant —
are away for the Easter holidays we
cannot get in to liberate it. If, as I
cheerfully believe, the bonnet is in this
lift, I will obtain possession of it on
their return.
Yours truly, SELINA LIGHTFOOT.
Miss Lightfoot to Mr. Browell.
(To await arrival.)
Easter Tuesday.
Miss Lightfoot presents her compli-
ments to Mr. Browell and begs to draw
his attention to the fact that the
parcels lift has been stuck in his flat
ever since his departure, to the great
annoyance and inconvenience of the
other tenants. Will he kindly have it
put right immediately? If by any
chance a parcel in silver paper should
be in the lift Miss Lightfoot would be
glad to have it.
Mr. Rupert Browell to Miss Lightfoot.
Three days later.
Mr. Browell presents his compli-
ments to Miss Lightfoot and begs to
say that he exceedingly regrets that
the lift should have behaved so incon-
now mended. Mr. Browoll has plea-
sure in sending Miss Lightfoot the
lilver paper parcel.
Miss Lightfoot to Mr. Browell.
The same day,
Miss Lightfoot presents her compli-
ments to Mr. Browell and would take
it as a favour if he would inform her if
the fish which has been occupying the
lift for the past five days with her
parcel belonged to him.
Mr. Browell to Miss Lightfoot.
The same day.
Mr. Browell presents his compliments
to Miss Lightfoot and begs to state that
the fish was a haddock ordered by his
housekeeper before she was aware that
both ho and she were going away for
Easter.
Miss Lightfoot to Violctle ct Cic.
The same day.
DEAR MADAM, — I find that, as I
anticipated, your boy was quite truthful.
The bonnet was in the lift ; but by a
sad mischance the lift contained also
a haddock, which, since it was there
some days, has saturated the bonnet
with the odour of fish. Do you think
anything could be done to put it right,
and ought not the owner of the flat
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[MARCH 19, 1913.
above, where all the trouble occurred,
to pay for it ?
I am,
Yours truly,
HKLINA LIGHTFOOT.
Violette et Cie. to Miss Lightfoot.
The next day
DEAU MADAM, — If you will send the
bonnet we will see what can be done.
Probably a new lining will serve. In
any case wo agree with you that it is
hard that the expense should fall on
you. Yours faithfully,
VlOLETTE ET ClE.
Miss Liijhtfoot to Mr. Browell.
The same day.
Miss Lightfoot presents her compli-
ments to Mr. Browell and begs to
inform him that her bonnet has been
rendered unwearable by spending five
days in the company of his haddock
in a restricted space. Miss Lightfoot
would be glad to know what Mr.
Browell proposes to do about it.
Mr. Browell to Miss Lightfoot.
The same day.
Mr. Browell presents his compliments
to Miss Lightfoot and greatly regrets
that her bonnet has been rendered un-
wearable, but he suggests that the
proper person to approach would be
the landlord, who is responsible for the
lift being kept in working order. It
was not Mr. Browell's purchase of a
fish that was irregular, but the failure
of the machinery which moves the lift
freely up and down.
Miss Lightfoot to Violette et Cie.
The same day.
DEAR MADAM, — If, as you think, a
new lining will meet the case I agree
to that being done; but I know that
I shall always feel conscious of the
bonnet's aroma, even if it has none, and
I shall wear it only in the streets,
omnibuses, &c., and never when calling,
and never, of course, in church. Please
tell me what the cost of the lining will
be. Yours truly,
SELINA LIGHTFOOT.
Miss Lightfoot to Mr. Browell.
Two days later.
Miss Lightfoot presents her compli-
ments to Mr. Browell and begs to
inform him that the landlord denies
responsibility. According to his letter
he is surprised that Mr. Browell should
leave his flat for so long with a fish in
the lift. Miss Lightfoot has ascertained
that a new lining to her bonnet, the
least that can be done to it, will cost
four shillings, and she begs to suggest
that Mr. Browell should discharge this
account.
Mr. Browell to Miss Lightfoot.
The same day.
Mr. Browell presents his compliments
to Miss Lightfoot and begs to say that
he considers the landlord's reply evasive.
At the same time he cannot acquit him-
self of a certain negligence in the matter
of the fish, and he therefore begs that
Miss Lightfoot will allow him to defray
the cost of a new bonnet and dispense
with the injured one altogether.
Miss Lightfoot to Mr. Browell.
The same day.
Miss Lightfoot presents her compli-
ments to Mr. Browell and begs to thank
him for his extreme courtesy in the
matter of the bonnet and the fish.
Mr. Broivcll to Miss Lightfoot.
A week later.
Mr. Browell presents his compliments
to Miss Lightfoot and would like to
inquire if she is a "Patience" player,
because if so he would greatly esteem
the privilege of calling upon her to
explain a very fascinating variety known
as " The king stops the way," which
she possibly may not know and which
comes out only once in very many
times.
Miss Lightfoot to Mr. Browell.
November 8, 1911.
MY DEAR MB. BROWELL, — I have
done it at last ! It came out this
evening, absolutely honestly too. I feel
prouder than I can say.
Yours sincerely,
SELINA LIGHTFOOT.
Mr. Browell to Miss Lightfoot.
Easter Sunday, 1912.
DEAREST SELINA, — Please accept the
accompanying flowers as a reminder of
last year's embarrassments and their
happy sequel.
Your devoted BUPERT.
From T)ie Times of June 3, 1912 :—
BROWELL : LIGHTFOOT. — On the 2nd
June, at Holy Trinity Church, Sloane
Square, by the uncle of the bride, Canon
Lightfoot, assisted by the Eev. Morrice
Boy, Eupert Browell, of Belvedere
Mansions, S.W., to Selina Lightfoot,
second daughter of the late Major
Lightfoot.
The Danger of Dictating with, a Lisp.
" Office-boy wanted, to make himself youth-
ful."— Advt. in " Manchester Evening News."
"In nearly all that pertains to woman's
dress England has made and is making great
strides." — Daily Mail.
One of the exceptions must be the
skirt. Nobody makes great strides in
th'at.
HALF AND HALF;
OR, THE HAPPY MEAN.
[The fashion columns of an evening paper
definitely threaten tho Zouave, or trouser
skirt.]
JONES'S sails will now want trimmin' ;
No more scope henceforth for him in
Laying down the law to women.
Frankly, dismally he owns
He was all for picking bones
Up to now with Mrs. Jones.
She is pretty, she is good,
But to all who ask her would
Say she is misunderstood.
All the intellectual pitch,
All the noble purpose which
Animates the smarter rich
In a very marked degree
Animates herself, but ho
Calls it mere frivolity.
When she kept a poodle cat,
Very bald and very fat,
He did not approve of that.
When she danced the Flapper's Flit
(Hailed in Kensington as It)
He professed to have a fit.
When she smoked her first cigar
(Oh, how narrow husbands are 1 )
" You," said he, " have gone too far."
In tho breezy tete-a-tete ,
Which ensued, he begged to state,
She must be " more moderate."
How then could the man be hurt
Later to behold her girt
In a knickerbocker skirt
Coming down below the calves ?
" When," she said, " I wear Zouaves,
I am doing things by halves."
Commercial Candour.
Notice in a shop-window : —
"Look. Look. Look.
Price Low. Quality High.
Beef Sausages.
4d. Ib.
Try them and note the flavour."
"Pruning is one of the operations to which
the old saw . . . is peculiarly applicable."
Daily News.
Personally we have tried pruning our
apple-trees with an old saw and cannot
recommend it.
A Dangerous Business.
"NEGOTIATION GOING ON.
The National Union of Eailwaymen is nego-
tiating with the Board of Trade.
NBGOTIATOK INJUEED.
Mr. F. E. Smith, while out hunting at
Bicestor had a toss while negotiating nome
posts and rails and hud his rib broken."
Madras Times.
For the Actor-Manager's Cigar.
"For Sale. — Massive Hall-marked Silver
Cigar Case. Size 5ft. by 3ft."
Advt. in " Statesman.''1
MARCH 19, 1913.]
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THE SUSPECTED SEX.
Stationmaster-ciim-parter of wayside "Halt." "'ERE, BILL, JUST KEEP AN BYE ON THE OLE OAL ON THE PLATFORM WHILST I
GETS MY DINNKB." Bill. "WHOFFOR? SHE CAN'T COMB TO NO "ABM."
Stationmastcr. "I'M NOT THINKIN' OF 'EB 'EALTH, I'M THINKIN' ABOUT MY STATION. SHE MIGHT WANT TO> BUHN IT DOWN."
OUR BOOKING-OFFICE.
(By Mr. Punch's Staff of Learned Clerks.)
QUITE unshaken by the realists, Mrs. HUMPHRY WARD
still continues to uphold the Eight ; and very well it is for
the land-owners of England that she does so, for Mr.
Edmund Melrose, most dramatic of the figures who in-
fluence The -Mating of Lydia (SMITH, ELDER), tyrannical,
sinister, italianate, combining a passion for antiques with
the worst excesses of rack-renting and unrighteous evict-
ment, would have been just the fellow for Mr. LLOYD
GKOKOE to get his knife into ; as it is, a timely shot in the
dark — and the pacified CHANCELLOR will rake in colossal
death-duties, whilst the estate, handed over through the
generosity of the heir to the wicked virtuoso's disowned
daughter, will be merged with that of Lord Tatham, type
of all that is best in our ancient aristocracy. The Mating of
Lydia is dowered with Mrs. HUMPHRY WARD'S accustomed
dignity of style, painstaking if not too intimate characterisa-
tion, and wealth of unconcealed knowledge. (Did you know
that certain Cumbrian dalesmen still preserved the ancient
" yan-tyan-tethera " and so on for " one-two-three " in
counting their sheep?) Lydia is a slightly advanced — but,
oh, so slightly advanced — young woman who sketches the
Cumberland scenery. Wooed ardently by young Lord
Tatham she prefers Claude Faversham, before whom a
moral struggle lies. Agent and heir-expectant of the
Byronic miser, he has to decide whether he will break with
him if he cannot persuade him to repair the insanitary
cottages that fester on his domains. Enough to say that
Virtue triumphs in the end, as it did in the brave days of
old before fiction had condescended to the lovrer middle-
classes, the Pottery towns, and the outer suburbs. To all
tired travellers in these wildernesses I recommend The
Mating of Lydia.
Perhaps when I have proclaimed myself as this great
while past onex>f the most zealous admirers of " GEORGE A.:
BIEMINGHAM," which I certainly am, he will allow me to!
produce one very small bone for picking between us. It is.
not that I in the least object to his recapturing the first'
fine careless rapture of his funny stories by repeating them.
I do not. Indeed, 1 myself could be after reading them;
every day for a whole year and more, the way I would still'
be amused at the hinder end of it. What I do think,
unnecessary is that ho should call his new book Doctor,
Wfiitty (METHUEN), when that plausible hero is so obviously;
Dr. Lucius O'Grady and no one else. Moreover, not onlyi
does it contain at length the episode of the local band!
and the National Anthem, but the other characters of|
Ballintra tally exactly with those of Ballymoy, namely,!
Colonel Richardson with Major Kent, Thady Glynn with!
Timothy Doyle, and so on, each with each. The artist of;
the picture-wrapper seems to have felt this as much as'
I did, for his Dr. WJiitty is as like Mr. CHARLES HAWTBEY!
as makes no difference. So why not have added the Regan\
episode and sold it as the book of the play? However,
this once stated, I have only to record as usual my delighted!
appreciation of Canon HANNAY'S engaging hero, his wiles,
his geniality, and his happy economies of the truth. So
long as the reverend author continues thus successfully
not to leave gaiety all to the laity he may call his!
characters by what names he pleases and be sure of aj
welcome from me.
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PUNCH, OR THE LONDON CHARIVARI.
[MAKCH 19, 1913.
It is asserted by those in tho know that a book, to have
iinv dunce of a remunerative circulation nowadays, must
be 'a novel, and the blame for this is attributed, with some
confidence, to the depraved taste of the modern public. As
ono of the accused I resent the imputation and reply that if
authors would treat us with less contempt wo should bo
oven more free with our money. Tako the case of C. N. and
A. M. WILLIAMSON ; there is no doubt that the peculiar gift
of those brilliant collaborators is the writing up of motor
tours in a style inimitably vivid and light-hearted. As long
us they continue their offer to put us in a car and give us
a run over any part of the earth, no one will refuse the lift.
Why then overload the caboodle with an alien plot of
fictitious passion and adventure? Had The Love Pirate
(METHUEN) been entitled The CaUfornian Tour and been
written as such, I should have been the last person to be
disagreeable about it — it was the best of Ions voyages ; but
the "alleged virtues of Nick IlilUard and the Princess di
Sereno, their loves and escapades, could not convince and
might bore even a child. All the end and most of the
middle of the story were apparent as soon as one read the
beginning. I have no doubt that the authors' intentions
are of the kindest ;
they feel obliged to en-
tertain their passengers
en route and to adopt
this orthodox way of
doing it. ' Let them, say
I, relieve themselves
of any such obligation
on any future trips
which they may invite
me to take in their
company, and I, for my
part, shall hope there
will be many such.
There is still plenty of
ground to cover and
one, if only one, form
of motor with which
they have not yet ex-
perimented, to wit, our
old friend, the Bed General, of the Heavy Brigade.
Mr. CHARLES MARRIOTT'S fine craftsmanship, his faculties
of sensitive observation and fastidious selection increase (as
is seemly but none too common) with the ripeness of his
experience. There are a thousand-and-one charms in The
Catfish (HURST AND BLACKETT) and not a page over which
one does not murmur, "How true!" or "How jolly!" or
"By Jove, that is so!" The Catfish, "the demon of the
deep," is, apparently, to cod as a cat to rats — uncomfort-
able but extraordinarily stimulating. Yet the very delicate
portrait of Mary Festing, who, herself passed by, loves and
understands and mothers George. Tracy, the hero, ill
deserves such a label under it. I make bold to say that
it is the only wrong thing in Mr. MARRIOTT'S book. The
rest is sheer delight. The story is just the development
of this central character of George-, with so much of the
lives and thoughts of others as shall serve to illuminate it,
and the author has handled his theme with an admirable
restraint. With a few deft touches he has presented quite
a dozen and a half of sentient, articulate, lovable people.
He has dared to see and to state the beauty that is in life
touched, yet unclouded, by sorrow, but not made squalid in
the neo-realist manner. George Tracy is too much alive,
one would say, to be a portrait ; lie is the creation of an
affectionate student of his kind. He remains interesting
to the end, which is marriage. But his childhood is the
outstanding triumph of this remarkable miniature. Such
and such things are thought and said and suffered by the
human boy, and such and such wounds he deals, unwillingly
and halt-wittingly, to those he loves. And, to be frank, I
find this George Tract/ worth all the Stalkies on the one
side and the Eric Littlebylittles on tho other of the modern
novelists' galleries of odd and even boys.
It seems to me that the STANLEY WKYMAN traitor-hero is
rather vieux jeu. At first, like ping-pong, he was piquant
because he was nsw.
He comes from Paris.
But now we know all about him.
To save his neck or fill his depleted
purse he has agreed to spy upon the noblesse, of which he is
an off-shoot, and not till the last chapter will his gallantry
and his misfortunes overcome tho scorn with which he
inspires the blue-blooded damsel whom he fain would wed.
In Skipper Anne (HoDDER AND STOUOHTON), Miss MABIAN
BOWER has tried to break new ground by making NAPOLEON
send her young gentleman of Franco to England, to the
home of the English tutor who had married his Royalist
aunt and become the father of the necessary Royalist
maiden. It was a case of
The I'Jtamie (preparing for his centennial transformation}, "PAEDON ME, SIB,
BUT COUI.D YOC OBLIGE ME WITH A LIGHT? "
your honour or your life." Of
course he chose to keep
his life, and went off
under an assumed name
to unravel the plot that
was bothering NAPO-
LEON. I should have
done the same in his
case. Instinct and
novel - reading experi-
ence would have told
me how charming was
my cmigree cousin ; but
j once I had proved it I
! should have dropped
my pinchbeck mask and
lot NAPOLEON (on the
other side of the Chan-
nel) go hang. But this
young man tried to
make the best of both
stools, and fell between them. Incidentally he concealed
his perfect knowledge of English from his bi4ingvml relatives
for more than two hundred pages, during all the time, in
fact, that he was living in their house. I'm afraid, in the
language of the Halls, I don't think. Apart from that, I
find the story rather too obvious. And there are chap-
ters, if you will believe me, with the headings, "The Plot
Thickens," and " The Green-eyed Monster." But people
of a less blasf, condition of mind than myself will find that
the book is pleasantly written and not unexciting.
Suggestion for an up-to-date examination paper :—
"Indicate the probable course of English History, if militant suffrage
methods had been in fashion more than three centuries ago, and
1. Mary, Queen of Scots, having gono on hunger-strike, had been
instantly released by the alarmed Elizabeth.
'i. Through the destruction of the turf on Plymouth Hoe, P/rako
had bsen prevented from playing his historic game of bowls.
3. Corrosive acid had bo3n poured on tho letter inviting William of
Orange to England."
"An Athens telegram to-days says the Crown Prince and the
Greek Government have received telegrams of congratulation from
all the sovereigns andheads of States, including President Poinucare,
on the occasion of the fall of Janina. The massage from Emperor
William is stated as being particularly cordial."
. . . Manchester Evening Netcs.
We know that sort of massage— a cordial thump between
tho shoulder-blades.
MARCH 26, 1913.]
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233
CHARIVARIA.
IT has been laid clown in court that
hecklers may not be ejected from meet-
ings. "The proper caurse," said the
magistrate, " is to take such a person's
n;iino and address and apply for a
summons." Tho process seems very
swift and effective, but strikes us as
rather too rough.
* *
On tho occasion of the bursting of
a vat of porter at a Cork brewery, one
of tho workmen had to swim through
tho escaping liquid to save himself from
drowning — thus in all proba-
bility realising tho dream of a
lifetime. ... *
•I*
Salmon taken from tho Tyne
alleged by the Conservancy
Board of that, river to taste like
tar and smell like petrol. If the
I ing taxi-drivers are thinking
of giving a little dinner to cele-
brate their recent victory, they
•iced look no further for the
iish-course. ^ %
Tho Boat - Race is ancient
history now, but it will never be
forgotten. It was the only one
of the series which a daily paper
d'> Bribed as "The Struggle of
I tho Sixteen," instead of " The
J in! tie of tho Blues."
* *
We live quickly nowadays.
1 Twelve hours before the pro-
; duclion of nought and Paid For,
at the New Theatre, The Daily
Sketch, unable to wait any
linger, mentioned what a great
1 success tho opening performance
had been. ... ...
New careers seem to be flung
open to our youngsters daily.
A Barlesden butcher's shop is
exhibiting the notice, "Wanted, a boy
for sausages." ... ....
About your uninvited guest at a
party there is, as a rule, a something
unobtrusive, something perhaps a little
furlivo. He is content to slide in and
remain, like some violet in its mossy
bank, gluad to the refreshments table.
They breed stouter hearts in Cardiff,
where, the other day, a citizen not only
;it! ended a wedding-breakfast without
an invitation, but rounded off his day's
pleasure by assaulting the host with a
Life's Little Ironies. Mr. CYRIL
MAUDE had to pay twopence on the
"I never remember one day what
has taken place the clay before," says
an eminent magistrate. Despite this
a-s',iranc3, however, his clerk intends
to take no risks, and will laugh as
usual. ^ +
. *
A good deal of advertisement is being
given just now to a hen in Pennsylvania
which lays rectangular eggs, thus facili-
tating enormously tho task of the
packers. It is a kindly thought, but
obviously inspired by the habits of the
Dixie hens, who, if we recall the song
correctly, lay their eggs ready scrambled.
THE AGE OP LUXURY.
YOU BUT TOUR COLLAB-STUD3 BY THE POUND AND
PICK UP THE FALLEN ONES.
letter
him.
containing the threat to kill
Precautions are being taken by the j
Board of Agriculture to prevent the
introduction of the potato moth from
France. Channel steamers are being
closely watched. ... ...
* '
After twenty-three years' abssnce
from London, a returned native makes
the statement that all young men in
the Metropolis seem to him to be
dressed exactly alike. It is tactless
speeches of this kind that shake the
nut to his kernel.
A severe earthquake was recorded by
Mr. J. J. SHAW at West Bromwich, at
9 A.M. on the llth inst. When will
tho Militants learn that these tactics
are only damaging thoir cause?
•.'• i •'.••
The March of Civilization. Repre-
sentative HAY, of Butler County, Mo.,
U.S.A., has introduced a Bill prohibit-
ing women from wearing dresses that
button up the back.
':
Tho writer in tha evening paper
who roferrod to The Quintessence of
Ibscnism as "one of the best of Mr.
Shaw's earlier works," has not
yet received the snub which wo
had anticipated for implying
that there are degrees in
perfection. ... .„
*
Immediately after winning an
action for heavy damages on the
ground that a taxi-cab accident
had ruined his chances in the
ring, Mr. HARRY LEWIS, the
American pugilist, knocked out
JACK HARRISON, the English
middle-weight champion, in less
than three rounds. Mr. HARRI-
soy would bo well advised to
wait for a return match till this
mere wreck of a man has been
run over by one or two motor-
omnibuses. <; ...
London music-hall managers,
always on the look-out for novel
turns, have doubtless already
made overtures to the Turkish
general who, after the surrender
of Janina, "walked slowly,"
according to a daily paper,
" with his head bowed to the
ground." ... ...
•i:
" You cannot get hold of a
woman by the scruff of the
neck : she has no scruff," said
Mr. SYMMONS of the Metropolitan Bench
in court recently. Scruffs for Women !
" At the Hackney Horse Show Sir Walter
Gilbey's Romping Polly won second prize iu
the four-year-old stallion class, and second in
the class for two-year-old mares."
Essex Weekly AVics.
To Sir WALTER'S disappointment, how-
ever, it was only honourably mentioned
in the Jersey Cow section.
"L. G. S. — For tho delicate lingerie blouse
you describe we think that you will find tho
Water in which a quantity of unsalted rice has
boiled quite a sufficient stiffening, and better
in this particular case than tho gum-water,
by interested parties where his wife Wait until the mixture is cold before adding
was, he said, " I lost her on the train." , the flavouring."— Guardian.
To the absent-minded the luggage rack, ' This reminds us that it is time our
for all its convenience, is a great snare, peppermint bracss were renewed.
Married at Doncaster last week, a
man arrived in London alone. Asked
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PUNCH, OR THE
[MAECH 26, 1913.
Yet
LOVE IN ABSENCE.
Tnoroii much I love you, 0 my land (Great Britain),
And patriot ardour streams through all my pores,
;t there are moments when I 'm badly bitten
With a desire for alien shores.
I count it joy— so dear I hold your welfare-
Pure joy to pay my taxes ; yet at times
I can with comfort, for a little spell, faro
To rather less erratic climes.
Strangely enough, I get this restless feeling
When you are at your best (so poets sing),
When squalls of rain, in fact, and blizzards squealing
Usher the amorous prime of Spring.
Therefore, my Country, we are soon to sever;
Leaving this heart behind, I wing my way
To seaward valleys of the South, or ever
This lyric sees the light of day.
Yet doubt not, as I pace that balmy littoral,
Home-airs will touch me by the ticleless blue ; '
My soul, a sensitive .ZEol'ian zither, '11
Vibrate with kind regards to you.
Faith in your glorious future (never firmer),
Faith in your fixed intent to rule the deep —
Tin's, and the silk-soft Mediterranean murmur,
Shall lull, at night, to dreamless sleep.
But, if the local perfume, too exotic,-
By day should drug remembrance (through the nose),
Here is a thought -to cancel that narcotic,
Playing upon me like a h»se : —
Though we be worlds apart in point of weather,
There is but one; sole Golf — my Country's game!
By those red bills, as here amid the heather,
My niblick yet must guard her name !
O.'S.
ieur, by no possibility can I pursue my art (or call it a
n-ofession if you insist) without a left hand as well as a
ight."
I fumbled in my pocket for a franc. " Tell mo," I said,
what was the profession ? "
His expressive eyes paid no heed to the franc, but he had
een it. "Monsieur," ho replied, "I perceive that, like all
your countrymen, you aro sympathetic. Yes, I do not
»enerally bare my soul to a stranger, but I have confidence
n you."
The franc changed ownership. He sighed deeply.
" The unique profession," ho said, " the only profession
n the world which requires the use of both hands!
ilonsieur, I was a loading member of the claque."
'YES, Monsieur,
THE HOOK.
I have suffered
a great misfortune
When, two years ago, my left hand was cut off by an
automobile —
"Two years ago?" I had it on the very best authority
that this sturdy rogue; who' presented to the gaze of charit
able passers-by an ostentatious steel hook in place of his
left hand, bad been begging in this Parisian suburb fo
something like a quarter cf a century. His " misfortune '
was indisputable, but it had happened to him when he was
a child", "long before motops .were invented, and he'h'ad livec
on it ever since.
"Two years ago to-day,'-he assured me. His eyes me
mine. They were large and expressive. " To-day is th«
anniversary. That is why I am so sad. Two years ag.
to-day I was finally and for ever deprived of my livelihood.
At one stroke, in a fraction of a second, that automobile
ruined a great artist."
" But it is practicable to paint with one hand."
" Ah, one could paint with one's toes. Would that I had
been merely a painter or an author or a composer ! Even
had I been a musician I might have manipulated the handle
of an organ or perhaps learnt the triangle. No, Monsieur,
my art was different from these. It was the only art in
the world which requires two hands ! "
He gesticulated dramatically. " And I was a master of
my art. For years I had perfected myself patiently in its
technique. And now, behold I starve. For observe, Mon-
IN FORMATION.
Our. conversation had turned to the topic of gifts for
children, and I gathered from a remark made by Eric Baynell
,hat in his opinion the very best toy for a boy of five was
lettrick simile. I hesitated for a moment or two, and then
confessed quite openly that I did not know what a lettrick
sinnlo was; adding, byway of excuse, that I was getting
on in years and that, so far as I was concerned, the toy-
ige; was a thing of tho distant past.
Eric Baynell made no attempt to conceal his views of my
gnorance ; he looked at mo with- wide-open eyes, amazed
and even pitiful. Then he ran upstairs to find his own
lettrick sinnle, just to show mo. It proved to be a really
fascinating toy: when you pressed the button tho arm fell,
and when you pulled the lever it rose again, as often as not.
It was as nearly like a railway signal worked by electricity
as a toy could be.
This incident gave Eric an opening which he could not
ignore, and my education began. In handing me his
father's box he told mo what a cigarette exactly was and
how to work it. He felt rather sorry, I think, for this poor
fool who had strayed in for tea, and his enthusiasm for
enlightening the ignoramus knew very few bounds.
" You mustn't put it in your pocket 'relse it 11 get all
bendy. You put ono end in your mouth — watch Daddy,
he can do it ; not too far in — yes, that 's about right. Now
you put a blaze at the other end and tho smoke will come
and it'll keep on coming and coming until there's only a
little bit of sigga-ette left, and you must throw that away."
"Throw it away? Why be so wasteful? " I asked.
"But you mustl" exclaimed Eric in some alarm. "I
you don't, the burn will get in yoiu- mouth."
While I smoked he entertained me with an account o
his visit to the Zoo on the previous day. He explained jusi
what the Zoo was, and gave me a few tips about the girafft
and' his appearance. He also described his father's lawn
mower and roll-top desk. Then his eye, wandering rount
for something else to tell me about, fell on the piano.
"That's the piano," he said. I indicated my astonish
ment. " I '11 show you how it works if you like," he said
" You have to open it first. Thank you. Then you pres
these white things with your fingers until the music come
out. That 's how it 's done."
" And the black things ? I suppose they 're just to make
a bit of a pattern," I suggested. i
" Oh, no, they make noises too, when you knock them ;
but the black music isn't very nice, I think."
"I say," he said presently, "wouldn't you like to coir.e
upstairs and see Baby ? He 's very interesting."
" Baby 's asleep, dear ; better choose another time," said
his mother.
" Well, p'r'aps we had. He works much better when
he 's awake, you know."
PUNCH, OR THE LONDON CHARIVARI.— MARCH 20, 1913.
NO EFFECTS.
BALKAN LEAGUER. " IT 'S YOUR MONEY WE WANT.'
TURKEY. "MONEY, DEAR BOY? SEARCH ME!"
MAHCH 26, 1913.]
rUNCII, OR THE LONDON CHAIUVALlf.
237
SHOW SUNDAY.
Old Lady. "AND DOES THE PEESIDEXT OP inn ROYAL ACADEJIY SET YOU THE SUBJECTS ? "
BLANCHE'S LETTERS.
END OF THE LITTLE SEASON.
Park Lane.
DKAUKST DAPHNE, — I gave a little
dinner the other night at the Kecherche
t '•>[• Twiiiinski, whose dancing has been
iMsily the most outstanding feature of
the Little Season. My sweet thing, if
you've never seen his performance of
•• L<t Mutiiii''/'. d'un BtKtif," vou 've never
really lived ! It 's not exactly what ccs
mires call dancing — chore-graphic poem
:.-> its proper name. lie weal's an ox's
.-.kin and horns, and grazes, and finds
a red handkerchief in the field and
tosses it, and gives a wonderful bellow
on middle C, and a kick, my dear child,
that's an absolute stroke of genius!
A grout sob of joy went through the
• when that kick was given.
Off, Twiiiinski is quite charming,
with a most interesting point of view,
which he develops in broken English
and chipped French. We can none of
us quite tell what colour his eyes are.
Balis says they're brown, /say they're
blue. After an enormous amount of
coaxing we got him to give some lessons
in the new kind of dancing, which ,
expresses the emotions of animals. I
learned the dearest, little dance, "La
Demi-hcurc d'un Agncau," in which I
express the feelings of a lamb when it
first sees a le.if of mint. I wear the
darlingest white fleecy dress, and dear
Twirlinski says my performance proves
me to be "Artiste jiisqu'au bout dcs
onyles ! " Babs and some others also
learned of him and, when wo were
pretty perfect, of course we began to
look about for a chanty. When one 's
taken up something new and looks
specially charming doing it, always the
next move is to find a charity that
wants help ! But all the charities were
bagged, I found. Each one I thought
of, I heard that some wretches were
giving a kick-up of some kind in aid of
it. At last I 'd an inspiration : the
street-kerb sellers — those wonderful
creatures one glimpses as one drives
through' the poky parts of town, stand-
ing'in rows on the kerb with trays full
of songs and toys and things hanging
round their necks — what do they do
when they can't do it any longer ? And
there was my charity 1 The Superan-
nuated Street-Kerb Sellers ! I simply
longed to help them ! We would hire
a theatre — or some dear manager would
lend us one — and give our dance-poems.
I threw myself into it with all my
extraordinary energy. I was to do my
" Demi-heure d'un Aijiicaa; " Babs was
to give " The Sad Chrysalis and the
Joyous Butterfly " (she 's all swathed
up in brown gauze as the Sad Chrysalis,
and, in strictest, strictest confidence,
my dear, there 's a good deal more of
the Sad Chrysalis than the Joyous
Butterfly about the whole perform-
ance!); several others were going to
help ; and dear Twirlinski himself had
promised to appear. Just as every-
thing was getting into train Beryl
Clarges came rushing round one day
and said, " What 's this I hear about
your giving a performance for the Super-
annuated Street-Kerb Sellers ? They 're
mine, Blanche 1 I discovered them 1
It 's my charity ! And I 'm going to
give my Miracle play, 'The Seven
Deadly Sins,' in aid of it. So you see,
dearest, it's Hands Offl" Well, we
said a few little things to each other,
and then a few more little things. And
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PUNCH, OR THE LONDON CHARIVARI.
[MAKCH 26, 1913.
it ended by both our schemes falling
through. Beryl Clarges, my Daphne,
is an absolutely perfect specimen of the
felis domestica without the domestica !
The rage for collecting old door-
handles has cooled off a bit, and people
are rushing after old extinguishers and
snuffers. Fallalerie of Bond Street has
a simply dilly show of them at his
gallery, and one 's been meeting every-
body there of an afternoon. Private
collectors, too, have been immensely
busy. At Ninny ffollyot's Eleven
O'clock the other night (he
sent out pink and silver
cards with the usual form
of invitation, and down in
the left-hand corner " Ex-
tingriishers and Snuffers ")
he showed us his latest
treasure — 'the pair of snuffers
with which CHARLEMAGNE
snuffed his candle when writ-
ing his History of flic Franks !
Isn't that nice? Just as we
were preparing to go into
fits over the funny old things
Bunny Trevor broke out
with, "How d'you — why
d' you — what d' you mean ?
CHARLEMAGNE'S Snuffers-!
Those are the very things
I 've just added to my collec-
tion ! It 's to show those
that I 've asked a lot of
people to my Three O'clock
to-morrow ! "
Ninny turned very pale
and Bunny got very hot, and
they glared at each other as
only two rival collectors can
glare. " You with the snuffers
CHARLEMAGNE snuffed his
candle with when he was
writing his History of the
Franks!" cried Ninny. "I
won't believe it ! Mine 's the
only pair extant. You 've !
dear Professor. "It's not a thing to over." "Oh no, nothing of the kind! "
worry about. CHARLEMAGNE used no said Vivienne. " But he goes so well
snuffers but his own fingers, and he | with a brightly coloured get-up that
never wrote a History of the Franks,
because Ire couldn't write."
Colours are so positively riotous just
now that some people have to put on
smoked-glasses to look at their friends.
With these deafening shades a loud
voice and rather aggressive manner are
worn, and plenty of slang may be used.
I can't do without him just now. In-
deed, I 'm trying to get the case put
back till quieter shades are worn ! "
Ever thine, BLANCHE.
DRAMATIC NEWS.
ENCOURAGED by the example of the
"Giucious, CHILD!
WET?"
been done ! " " Shut up ! "
screamed Bunny. "It's you wnoNGWAY.
that s been done. " Mine 's '
the genuine pair! " We had to pre-jthe moment, and fair men with healthy
vent them from flying at each other ; I complexions are quite, quite out !
and then Professor Dimsdale, who 'd j Everybody was delighted (or disap-
been examining Ninny's collection of : pointed as the case might be) to see
extinguishers and snuffers with rather the Exshires together at the jumping
a sniffy air, said in his quiet way, at Sandown Park one day, Vivienne
"What's the subject of dispute? " i looking sweet in a little grass-green
" That !" gasped Ninny, pointing at I velvet coat with gold buttons, a bright
his beloved little lump of rust lying on red skirt, one red and one green boot,
and an orange velvet cap with a
tall upstanding blue plume. People
a velvet cushion ; " the snuffers CHARLE-
MAGNE snuffed his candle with when he
A dark pale man is the correct accom- j Baron HENRI DE ROTHSCHILD, who has
paniment to the bright-hued costumes of recently written a drama named Crcesus,
quite a number of eminent
publicists are engaged on
classical and historical
dramas, in which the auto-
biographical note is agree-
ably sounded.
Perhaps the most inter-
esting of these ventures is
the five-Act drama, Clean, on
which Mr. LLOYD GEORGE
has been engaged for some
time past. Holding with
some high modern authorities
that THUCYDIDES' portrait of
the Paphlagonian tanner was
distorted by party prejudice,
it has been Mr. LLOYD
GEORGE'S aim to present
this great democratic patriot
in his true colours, viz., as
a generous and warm-hearted
humanitarian who was al-
ways ready to take up the
cudgels for the masses against
the tyrannous exactions of
the robber oligarchs.
Mr. WINSTON CHURCHILL
is collaborating with the
Baron DE FOREST in a fan-
tastic opera entitled Proteus,
in which the name part is
sustained by a chameleonic
hero, whoso kaleidoscopic
opportunism is crowned with
success, to the complete dis-
comfiture of the representa-
tives of an effete and Pro-
crustean consistency.
Mr. ASQUITH has just completed the
scenario of a classical morality play
entitled Orpheus. According to his
version of the legend, which differs
slightly from that given by LEMPRIERE,
Eurydice, resenting her husband's re-
fusal to allow her to play duets with
him in public, throws in her lot with
a gang of wild Thracian women, known
as the n<iyxvi>cni8(s, who ultimately tear
the unfortunate minstrel in pieces to
WHAT HAVE YOU BEEN DOING TO GET so
I STOPPED THE TAP THE
was writing his History of the Franks— hoped (or feared) that things had been ! slow music.
and he says he 's got some, too ! " " And straightened out, and a certain case was | Mr. J. A. PEASE'S contribution differs
so I have ! " shouted Bunny. " I 've j not to come on after all. Norty said from those of his colleagues in being
«• j • snutters CHARLEMAGNE ; something to Lord Exshire about being modern in title and treatment, and is
snufled his candle with when he was ; pleased to sec-ibem there together, and a frankly humorous extravaganza en-
nrifiti'n** l-» * n I , ~ t „ ,., . ~ £ J 1. - T7T. . .... 7. _ TT • ' • 1 , TI •'.
writing his 'History of the Franks. His : so on; but E. answered, "We ain't
are a fraud!" " Tut, tut ! 'i said the [ reconciled. Things ain't smoothed
titled Where Ignorance -is Bliss; or,
liunciman and Dunciman.
MARCH 26, 1913.]
PUNCH, OR THE LONDON CHARIVARI.
239
Youngest DaujMer of Celebrated Scientist (wJto is lecturing at Hie Institute on tfo following dat/). "On, DADDT DEAB, I 7>o FEEL
80 NKItVOUS ABOUT VOUB LECTURE. OUB THIBD-FOBJt MISTBE8S IS GOIKd TO HEAtt YOU, AND SHE '8 SO AWFULLY CBITICAL 1 "
SAYINGS OP THE WEEK.
THE obiter dicta of great men having
been exhausted by repeated citation in
the daily press, it has been found desir-
able in the interests of the public to
replace them by the utterances of their
subordinates, retainers or tradesmen.
A few recent specimens of these are
here-appended : —
It is harder to make a cat laugh
than a policeman. — The Clerk in Mr.
Court.
Hardly any public man will dare to
tell the truth on any subject whatever.
Personally , I have no shame in confessing
that I don't know'who BEAUMAHCHAIS
was, and that I prefer a musical
comedy to my master's plays. — Mr.
i:i:nNAHD SHAW'S Chauffeur.
There is more character in a man's
instep than in his features. Let others
paint portraits of the great so long
as I am allowed to shoe them. — Mr.
WINSTON CHURCHILL'S Bootmaker.
Judging from my experience, I should
3 inclined to say that the strain on a
writer who is obliged to say something
really pontifical once every twenty-four
hours is beyond remuneration. — Mr.
FILSON YOUNG'S Private Secretary.
There is nothing so cheap as paradox.
— Mr. G. K. CHESTERTON'S Valet.
Until tho English people themselves
want knowledge their education will
always be imperfect, and they must be
content in large parts of their life to be
at the mercy of munificent Scotsmen.
Mr. CARNEGIE'S Head Gardener.
I would rather see Mr. BALFOUK win
a game of lawn tennis than hear Lord
CBEWE make a speech in the House of
Lords. — Lord HOSEBERT'S Fourth Foot-
man.
There is something very attractive
to me in the saying attributed to a
genial Irishman: "I've a great dale
too much regard for the truth to be
dhraggin' her out on anny palthry
occasion." — Mr. USE'S Haircutter.
I admit that it would be a compliment
to my master if they were to print his
letters to The Times in largo type;
but, on the other hand, by printing
them in small type they are able to find
more room for him. So that what is
apparently an act of disparagement is
in reality an act of courtesy in disguise.
Anyhow, when they do give him big
type, I shall ask for a rise in my wages.
—Sir HENRY HOWORTH'S Butler.
THE LASS I LOVE.
THE lass I love, O red 'B her cheek,
Her eyes are bits o' heaven ;
The reason isn't hard to seek —
Her mother 's out of Devon I
The lass I love, her plaits are black,
Her tongue is soft and merry —
Her grandad got his pedlar's pack
Among the hills o' Kerry 1
The lass I love has thrift for three,
For 'twas her mother's granny
That loved a sailor from Dundee,
Where all the folk are cannie I
Now naught o" hers I "ve found to link
Wi' the land of leek and daffy,
And yet she 's thieved my heart (I "11
think),
So there 's your touch o' Taffy I
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PUNCH, OR THE LONDON CHARIVAKL
[MARCH 26, 1913.
A TRAGEDY IN LITTLE.
THE great question of the day is,
What will become of Sidney ? .When-
ever I think of him now, the unhidden
tear wells into my eye . . . and wells
down my cheek . . . and wells on to
my collar. My friends think I have a
cold, and offer me lozenges ; but it is
Sidney who makes me weep. I fear
that I am about to lose him.
He came into my life in the following
way.
Some months ago I wanted to buy
some silk stockings ; not for myself, for
I seltlom wear them, but for a sister.
The idea came suddenly to me that
any woman with a brother and a birth-
day would simply love the one to give
her silk stockings for the other. But of
course they would' have to be the right
silk stockings — the fashionable shape
for the year, the correct assortment of
clocks, and so forth. Then as to
material — could I be sure I was getting
silk, and not silketto or something in-
ferior? How maddening if, seeing that
I was an unprotected man, they palmed
off Jaeger on me ! 'Clearly this was a
case for outside assistance. So I called
in Celia.
" This," I said to her, " is practically
the only subject on which I am not an
expert. At the same time I have a
distinct feeling for silk stockings. If
you can hurry me past all the embar-
rassing counters safely, and arrange for
the lady behind .the right one to show
me the right line in silken hose, I will
undertake to pick out half-a-dozen pairs
that would melt any sister's heart."
Well, the affair went off perfectly.
Celia took the matter into her own
hands and behaved just as if I were
buying them for her. The shop-
assistant also behaved as if I were.
Fortmately I kept my head when it
came to giving the name and address.
" No," I said firmly to Celia. " Not
yours; my sister's." And I dragged
her away to tea. - .
Now whether it wag because Celia
had particularly enjoyed her afternoon ;
or because she felt that a man who was
as ignorant as I about silk stockings
must lead a very lonely life ; or because
I had mentioned casually and errone-
ously that it was my own birthday
that week, I cannot say ; but on the
following morning I received a little
box, with a note on the outside which
said in her handwriting, " Something
for you. Be kind to him." And I
opened it and found Sidney.
He was a Japanese dwarf-tree — the
merest boy. At eighty or ninety,
according to the photographs, lie would
be a stalwart fellow with thick bark on
his trunk, and fir-cones or acorns (or
whatever was his speciality) hanging
all over him. Just at present he was
barely ten. I had only eighty years to
wait before he ro.iched his prime.
Naturally I decided to lavish all
my care upon his upbringing. I
would water him after breakfast every
morning, and (when I remembered it)
at night. If there was any top-dressing
he particularly fancied he should have it.
If he had any dead leaves to snip off, I
would snip them.
It was at this moment that I dis-
covered something else in the box — a
card of instructions. I have not got it
now, and I have forgotten the actual
wording, but the spirit of it was this :
HINTS ON THE PROPER BEARING AND
BRINGING-UP OP A JAPANESE
DWARF-TREE.
The life of this tree is a precarious
one, and if it is to be successfully
brought to manhood the following rules
must be carefully observed —
I. This tree requires, above all else,
fresh air and exercise.
II. Whenever the sun is shining, the
tree should be placed outside, in a
position where it can absorb the rays.
III. Whenever the rain is raining,
it should be placed outside, in a position
where it can absorb the wet.
IV. It should be taken out for a trot
at least once every day.
V. It simply loathes artificial light
and artificial heat. If you keep it in
your drawing-room, see that it is
situated as. far as possible from the
chandelier and the gas-stove.
"VI. It also detests noise. Do not
place it on the top of the pianola.
VII. It loves moonlight. Leave it
outside when you go to bed, in case the
moon should come out.
VIII. On the other hand it hates
lightning. Cover it up with the
canary's cloth when the lightning
begins.
IX. If it shows signs of drooping, a
course of massage will generally bring
it round.
X. But in no case offer it buns.
Well, I read these instructions care-
fully, and saw at once that I should
have to hand over the business of rear-
ing Sidney to another. I have my
living to earn the same as anybody
else, and I should never get any work
done at all if I had constantly to be
rushing home from the office on the
plea that it was time for Master
Sidney's sun-bath.
So I called up my housekeeper, and
placed the matter before her.
I said : " Let me introduce you to
Sidney. He is very dear to me; dearer
to me than a — a brother. No, on
second thoughts my brother is perhaps
— well, anyhow, Sidney is very dear
to me. I will show my trust in you
by asking you to tend him for me.
Here are a few notes about his health.
Frankly he is delicate. But the doctors
have hope. With care, they think, he
may live to be a hundred-and-fifty. His
future is in your hands."
My housckeaper thanked me for
this mark of esteem and took the card
of instructions away with her. I asked
her for it a week afterwards and it
appeared that, having committed the
rules to memory, she had lost it. But
that she follows the instructions I have
no doubt; and certainly sho and Sidney
understand each other's ways exactly.
Automatically she gives him his bath,
his massage, his run in the Park.
When it rains or snows or shines, she
knows exactly what to do with Sidney.
But as a consequence I see little of
him. I suppose it must always be so;
we parents must make these sacrifices
for our children. Think of a mother,
only seeing her eldest-born for fifteen
weeks a year through the long period
of his schooling; and think of me,
doomed to catch only the most casual
glimpses of Sidney until ho is ninety.
For, you know, I might almost say
that I never see him at all now. As
I go to my work I may, if I am
lucky, get a fleeting glance of him on
the tiles, where he sits drinking in
the rain or sun. In the evening, when
I return, he is either out in the moon-
light or, if indoors, shunning the
artificial light with the cloth over his
head. Indeed, the only times when I
really see him to talk to are when Celia
comes to tea with me. Then my house-
keeper hurries him in from his walk or
his sun-bath, and puts him, brushed
and manicured, on my desk ; and Celia
and I whisper fond nothings to him. I
believe Celia thinks he lives there!
As I began by saying, I weep for
Sidney's approaching end. For my
housekeeper leaves this week. A new
one takes her place. How will she
treat my poor Sidney ? The old card
of instructions is lost ; what can I give
her in its place? The legend that
Sidney's is a precious life — that he
must have his morning bath, his run,
his glass of hot water after meals ?
She would laugh at it. Besides, sho
may not bo at all the sort of foster-,
mother for a Japanese dwarf-tree. . .
It will break rej heart if Sidney dies
now, for I had so looked forward to
celebrating his ninetieth birthday with
him. It will hurt Celia, too. But
her grief, of course, will be an inferior
affair. In fact, a couple of pairs of
silk stockings will help her to forget
him altogether. A. A. M.
MARCH 2G, 1913.]
PUNCH, OR THE LONDON CHARIVARI.
241
til] '• ' ' ' "fflta,-
^ •
Cashier (to lady cashing cinque for £15). "How WILL YOU HAVE IT, MADAM, GOLD OB SOTES?"
Lady. "OH, ALL GOLD, PLEASE, IF YOU'VE GOT IT."
SOLILOQUY OF A LEADER.
ANOTHER deputation ? Gracious Powers,
I have seen fifty thousand, all alike,
But all desiring different policies,
And every man of them convinced that he,
And he alone, could save the tottering Stato.
Oh, in this shattering of ancient things,
This giddy whirlpool of abandoned vows,
Where pledges, watchwords, weathercocks and flags
Are mixed and turned and sucked beneath and tossed,
A dizzy mockery for gods and men,
How shall another deputation help ?
No, I '11 not see them. Say that they shall have
A letter firmly stating this and that,
And nailing many things to various masts,
So they depart and give mo leave to think.
That Grecian grey-beard reasoned well who sa\v
The world an everlasting flux of change;
lie must have known the party-leader's game,
His Kdinburghs and Ashtons-under-Lyne,
And all the myriad shuffles that ensued
In that wild hunt, that anxious cheating quest
For terra firma mid the shifting sands,
Where one cried, " I have found it," and at once,
Drawn madly down, he plunged and disappeared ;
And one, " We arc united," and a wave
Broke in his mouth, and he and all his friends
In one wet ruin went the quicksand way ;
And 1 myself was tossed, but here I am
Much torn and shaken, but at least alive.
" Shuffle," says one profuse paragraphed
" With such a skilful and a graceful step,
That when the dance is over you may leave
A sense of inspiration and resolve
To animate the Party." This I schemed
And but for those who foiled me might have gained.
CHAPLIN, that orotund and massive man,
First put a spoke into my whirling wheel.
Then AUSTEN spoke and spokod me even more,
And WYNDHAM pirouetted with his spoke,
And all was fierce confusion once again.
With Colonel WESTON, from the Kendal moors,
Stirring the witches' broth until it boiled.
Oh whoals and witches' broth and metaphors
Mixed and compounded like our party-cries,
What boots it to unmix you, or to be
A Party-Leader whom no soul obeys ?
"My tooth were chattering as with a fever-chill when they all
tumbled out. My tone must have told them something of my horror,
for they voiced in chorus the cry : • What's happened? ' In my be-
dazcd condition I could not Ull them. . . . Tho words I did speak
were without meaning to the others."— The Story-Teler.
A very nasty accident to happen. No wonder he couldn't
speak distinctly.
" Two policemen saw three suspicious characters dragging a heavy
sack, which they dropped on the approach of tho officers and made
off. They emptied it of its contents, a number of stolen copper
fittings, and one of the policemen then got into the tack, while his
comrades hid near by." — Daily Mail.
And the fact that the eack was still full of copper completely
deceived the thieves. !
242
PUNCH, OR THE LONDON CHARIVARI.
[MARCH 26, 1913.
EASTER MAISKEUVRES.
Medical Officer. "WHAT DID YOU DO FIRST OF ALL?" A-nibulance. Man. "GAVE fm SOME BRANDT, Sir..'
Medical Officer. "QUITE BIGHT; BUT WHAT WOULD YOU HAVE DONE IP YOU HADN'T HAD ANY BRANDY?"
Ambulance Man (promptly). "PROMISED 'IM SOME!"
THE SILENT TEAR.
THEY had always imagined their
undo to be a very poor man. He
lived in a little house and spent no
more upon himself than was absolutely
necessary to keep in existence the part-
nership between his soul and his body.
When the news of his illness reached
his three nephews they behaved each
after his own manner.
George, the eldest one, who was
possessed of a genuine sympathy and
affection for the old man", wired in-
structions to a^noted specialist to pro-
ceed at once to his uncle's bedside.
Having purchased a stock of delicacies
and nutritive jellies and wines he drove
round with them personally, to ensure
that they should arrive in time. For
many years past he had sent him
presents of little luxuries. This he had
done anonymously, out of respect for
the proper pride of his poor relative.
When he reached the house he was
relieved to find that the doctor had not
mentioned his name.
William, the second nephew, hastened
to his uncle at once. He, too, had
rendered many little kindnesses to the
old man. These had been inspired not
by any charitable motive, but by a
firm belief that even the bin-ill amount
which his uncle could bequeath to him
would be more useful in the future
than nothing at all. When he arrived
in the sick-room ho sobbed loudly be-
hind his handkerchief and reminded the
suffering man of the many benefits lie
had received from his (William's) hands.
Peter, the youngest nephew, looked
on the whole. business as a confounded
nuisance. His uncle had beon no ex-
ception to his general rule of loving
himself only, and he regarded sick-bed
scsnes, off the stage, as being intoler-
ably boring affairs. However, as he
happened to be passing the house on
his way to the station, he decided to
look in for a minute or two.
The uncle recovered and, but for his
being knocked over by a taxi shortly
afterwards, might have lived for many
years.
After his death it was discovered that
he had been in reality an extremely
wealthy man. By his last will and
testament he left every penny of his
fortune to his nephew Peter.
George was grieved, not because he
desired the money, but because he would
have valued some small recognition of
the affection he had always felt for the
dead man.
William was furiously angry. He
rega-ded the money and time which
ho had expended on the old gentleman
as a good investment gone wrong. He
turned savagely to Peter and said,
" What have you done to deserve this?
George and 1 have shown nothing but
kindness to our uncle, while you have
neglected him utterly and have lived
your own selfish life. Why should you
fawn upon him during that illness and
persuade him to make a new will in
your favour ? "
" As to that," replied Peter, " George
was kind to him because it gratified
his generous nature ; you were kind to
him because it gratified your greedy
instincts; and 'I was selfish because it
gratified my selfishness. As to fawning
on him, I can assure you that I didn't
do anything of the sort. Why he
should leave me all his wealth is a
complete mystery to me."
"What did you 'say to him?'' de-
manded William sc3plically.
" Say ? I was in too much pain to
say anything. I 'd got a bit of grit in
my eye as I opened his door. I just
shook his hand, said I was awfully
sorry to hear he was seedy, and rushed
off, half-blind with the beastly thing,
to the chemist's round the corner."
Then the three brothers sought to
discover an appropriate moral for this
little story. But they failed.
TUNCn, OR THE LONDON CHARIVARI.— MARCH 26, 1913.
THE FUTURIST.
Mn. BONAR LAW. -FOR THIS YEAR'S EXHIBITION?"
MK. BONAK LAV.: " WELL, SO FAR— IN MY HTIMRF F
THING YOU'VE DONE."
ME. ABQUITH. "NO, NEXT "
-IT'S AS GOOD AS ANY-
MARCH 26, 1913.]
PUNCH, OR THE LONDON CHARIVARI.
245
ESSENCE OF PARLIAMENT.
(EXTRACTED J-T.O.M THE DIAIIY OF TOBY, M.P.)
House of Commons, Monday, March
17. — Rarely, if ever, has the hollowness
of Party pretension to purity of pro-
cedure been more cynically admitted
than to-night. Exhibition made com-
plete by unveiling not of one side but
both. Business of sitting was to allot
remainder of Session up to close of
financial year, which happens a fort-
night to-day. PREMIER moved reso-
lution appropriating whole time for
Government business, an arrangement
involving some inversion of practice
dealing with Consolidated Fund Bill.
Opposition bursting with patriotic
indignation. Here was another proof
of the inherent iniquity of the Govern-
ment. As COUSIN HUGH put it, " They
have reached that stage in vice when
vice is loved for its own sake." BONNEH
IJAW, amid loud cheers from the Oppo-
sition, saw in the procedure a fresh step
in that degradation of Parliament going
on ever since a Liberal Ministry, fatal
fruit of successive General Elections,
came into power.
As for BANBUBY, nothing less than
an Amendment would soothe his per-
turbed feelings. He accordingly moved
"That this House declines to sanction
any proposal further arbitrarily to
HOW TO "BRIGHTEN" THE HOUSE.
curtail discussion of Supply and of the
various stages of the Consolidated Fund
Bill as a violation of the Constitutional
rights of the House."
Thus was battle set in array. So
strong the righteous anger of Oppo-
sition it seemed possible that in its
flaming fire, its unquenchable zeal, it
would eat up the Government, majority
and all.
Before ten minutes had sped, lo!
a strange thing happened. PREMIER
admitted that course he invited House
to adopt was at variance with custom.
But there was a precedent for it. In
1905, when PRINCE ARTHUR was
Premier and right honourable gentle-
men on Front Bench opposite were his
colleagues, precisely the same thing was
done. Having demonstrated in detail
strictness of analogy he came to crown-
ing turn of comedy.
" The Resolution," he said, " was
very strongly opposed by the Oppo-
sition of the day. I do not think any
one spoke more strongly against it
than I did myself."
" With his usual adroitness," as
BONNER LAW ruefully confessed,
PREMIEH had by this admission ta'cen
the wind out of the sails of the
enemy's barque. Hunting up Hansard
for report of what took place this time
eight years ago, BONNEK had gleefully
jotted down passages from ASQUITH'S
speech in which he denounced PRINCE
ARTHUR'S resolution as " marking the
degradation of the House of Commons
. . . transforming it into a mere
automatic machine registering the will
of the executive."
Had meant when PREMIER sat down
to rise and confound him with reha-
bilitation of these vituperative ghosts.
Effect marred by PREMIER'S admission.
Nevertheless something to have the
authorised text recited. Read it
accordingly. Speaker being ASQUITH
it followed as matter of course that no
living man could more forcibly denounce
the course that PRINCE ARTHUR'S
successor to the Premiership was to-
day recommending. As for BAHBURY'S
Amendment it turned out that it was
" conveyed " from JOHN REDMOND, who
moved it on PRINCE ARTHUR'S Resolu-
tion of March, 1905.
That nothing should be wanting to
perfection of the farce, JOHN DILLON
got up and announced that " the Irish
Nationalist Party will support the
PREMIER'S motion with the iirin con-
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viction that by doing so there is
nothing inconsistent with their honour-
able record as defenders of free speech."
In the end, the proposal submitted
by PRINCE ARTHUR eight years ago and
then hotly denounced by Liberal Oppo-
sition and Irish Nationalists was by
their combined forces carried by 227
against 120, what time PRINCE ARTHUR'S
men, now in opposition, wept scalding
tears of shame and indignation at this
criminal tampering with constitutional
custom.
What a world this is!
Business done.— Government appro-
priate all time of House to 31st instant
inclusive.
Thursday.— When CHARLES LAMB
was at the India Office he was noted,
among other things, for irregularity in
the hour of arrival at his desk in the
morning. A man of high principle,
sterling honesty, he, as ho once ex-
plained, made up for coming late by
going away early. To-day House on
verge of Easter holiday varies the
procedure. It came early (8PKAKKB
took the Chair at 11 A.M.) and it got
away early, adjournment taking place
on stroke of five o'clock.
Arrangement avowedly made to give
Members residing in distant parts of
the country opportunity of reaching
their homes before ; holiday is quite
over. In some cases this end may not
be achieved without difficulty. Easter
recess this year is more conveniently
calculated by hours than by days.
SPEAKER rising at five o'clock this
afternoon will resume the Chair on
Monday at 2.45 r.M. Irony of situation
sharpened by consideration of fact that
this so-called recess includes customary
Saturday half-holiday, to say nothing
of Sunday.
House of Lords manages things
differently. When, as has happened
since Session opened, they have no work
to do they don't potter around making
believe to be busy. They just shut up
shop and go off to enjoy life. Yet call
of duty, when sounded, finds them
ready, aye ready I
Sounded once this week with remark-
able result. When they last met they
formally adjourned till 28th inst.
Probably not one in ten thousand Men
in the Street knows that they actually
held a sitting this week. Nevertheless
they did, and a rare sight was presented
to those in secret of intention.
Occasion arose upon necessity for
reading a second time a batch of
private Bills. There were fifty-four in
all, involving great public interests and
millions of money. On the Woolsack,
unrobed and not bewigged, sat Lord
ATKINSON, whose mordant wit de-
lighted the House of Commons whilst
he was yet with us, whoso gaiety has
for years been eclipsed by the sombre
shadow of the Upper Chamber. In
the Commons the quorum necessary for
discharge of public business numbers
forty. In the Lords comparative level
of quality runs so high that three
Members suffice. And here they were
all in a row — Lord MOULTON and Lord
SHAW, whose memories are kept green
in the Commons ; Lord DONOUGHMOUK,
Chairman of Committees in succession
to the lamented Lord ONSLOW, fitly
completing the necessary trio. With
duo formality the Clerk -at Table read
in succession titles of the Bills. Lord
ATKINSON, with automatic regularity
and precision, put the question : "That
this Bill be read a second time. Those
that are of that opinion say, ' Content,'
the contrary, ' Not content ' ; the ' Con-
tents ' have it."
Next, please, Mr. Clerk at- the Table.
When the fifty-fourth Bill was reached
and passed Lord -ATKINSON remarked,
" The House will now adjourn," and
the four Peers Walked forth, not a smile
on their noble countenances.
It was magnificent; also, as will be
seen, it was business.
Business done. — Commons adjourn
for Easter recess.
LOOKING FOEWABD.
IN the not too distant future a day
came when all the jokes gave out. It
had been threatening for a long while
and at last it came. The whole stock
was absolutely exhausted ; no one was
left who could make a new joke ; no one
was left, who did not know the old ones.
The result was that the people, forced
upon seriousness, grew so critical of
affairs and so vigilant as to their rights
and wrongs that the statesmen laid
their heads together to see what could
be done to restore the semi-obscurity
in which it suited them best to operate.
" Could we not import some foreign
jokes?" one grey -beard inquired; but
there were two objections to that, one
fiscal and the other that foreign jokes
always threw up half their fun during
the crossing.
"No," said the Prime Minister at
last, " what we must do is this : we
must arrange -to segregate a number of
babies every year and bring them up
in such seclusion that no kind of a joke
can ever get to them, and then, when
the time is ripe for them to enter the
world, they will constitute a body of
responsible adult persons to whom the
story of the curate's egg, the brick under
the hat, and the riddle about the chicken
crossing the road are absolutely new.
Thus shall England be herself again."
Arid it fell out exactly as he said.
ADJUSTMENTS.
I WISH I could make up my mind
before leaving London just how long I
want to stay. I never can. That is
the weak spot of this coupon system.
It 's a fine comprehensive system in its
way, I don't deny. One starts upon
the campaign armed at every point,
relieved in advance of all harassing
problems of barter and exchange. At
its best it can cover a sleigh -drive or a
cup of coffee in a station restaurant,
though for my own part, until one can
get coupons for drinks, for the purchase
of blotting-paper and wax matches, and
for having one's hair cut, I cannot con-
sider it to be wholly adequate. And
tipping by coupon is not practised yet
to any great extent. But the trouble
is that no reasonable person ever knows
how long he wants to stay in Switzer-
land, and whenever he adds on another
week he is almost certain to have to
move out of his room. For these little
instruments irrevocably fix your exits
and your entrances, and while you
have been enjoying its hospitality your
room has been booked by someone else
— ia an office in London — who arrives
one fine day to drive you out, at the
point of the coupon, so to speak.
It is just this necessity of moving
from one room to another that makes
my life a burden in the Alps. You see
there is a good deal to be done before I
can get my room adjusted to my re-
quirements, and I simply hate to leave
it when I have got it right. Much as
one regrets the use of underhand
methods, most of these adjustments
have to be carried out by stealth, for
lack of coupons to cover one's minor
necessities. And I never like to give
the servants extra trouble when they
are so busy.
In the first place, I always have to
have an additional table. This is
generally obtained under cover of dark-
ness from an empty room on a different
floor. Of course one must expect re-
prisals, and for this reason it is well
either (1) to secure the second table by
padlock and chain to the leg of the bed
or (2) to disguise it effectively. Then
fiere is the case of the bath -towel,
which can be obtained without any
difficulty by the simple expedient of
taking a hot tub. But it must be kept
under lock and key. Ink will be found
in the salon, which is generally un-
occupied during the dinner hour,
was once held up by the concierge as I
conveyed it up in the lift. But know-
ing as I did that ink is an awkward
thing to snatch at, if it comes to a
scuffle, I made no reply whatever to his
protests. (And here I would remark
that it is of no small advantage in tho
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game to maintain an unimpaired ignor
of the language.)
By this timo we arc getting on, am
may turn our attention to alteration?
inside tho room itself. The furniture
will have to he shifted round, so that il
is possible (on really cold days) to sil
on the radiator with one's feet on the em
of the sofa. Then comes the questior
of the electric light. The Swiss electric
light has one pleasant peculiarity. II
goes on all tho time, and it is nol
etiquette to turn it off, except on really
brilliant days. But that does not com-
pensate one for the miserable quality
of the illumination of the bedrooms
Your first business is to make a carefu!
and detailed inspection of tho public
rooms. You may find it disheartening
In many of them tho lights will be
either quite out of reach or protected by
massive cut-glass globes which make it
impossible to get at them. But at last
if yen persevere, it is probable that in
some secluded little writing-room 01
corner of the lounge you will come
upon an unprotected bulb of great
])(>\\<T and brilliancy that is within
icach. It remains to effect an ex-
change. This is not always so easy as
it Inoks, for you must choose your
moment, and if you wander about
waiting for your chance, with the bulb
from the bedroom up your sleeve, you
are leaving the bedroom itself defence-
less. If it is discovered to be in the
dark suspicions will be aroused. After
some years of experience, I find myself
that the best plan is to have a bulb in
hand. This is simply annexed, at the
outset, from the far end of a remote
passage. You keep it waiting in your
pocket — though you have to bo careful
if you are out ski-ing — till your oppor-
tunity conies. Then you silently and
swiftly substitute it for the one you
have marked down. When you have
in turn transferred that one to your
bedroom, you will still have an extra
bulb in hand, which can be used in
the same way when you have to move
your room. You take your light along
with you.
Believe me, there is no room that
can he made more comfortable than the
average room in a Swiss hotel. But it
does take a little care. I have been
fortunate this year in sticking to Num-
ber 34 from the day when I first arrived
many weeks ago, and as I have been
in a particularly acquisitive mood I am
hound to say, on looking round, that I
have a lot of nice stuff about me. I
fancy there will be a great scene on the
day after my departure, when it comes
to the sacking of Number 34.
NEW NAME von KEXDAL: Weston-
Buper-Somervell.
Anttvuj-
'ERE WE ABE, BILL! LET'S 'AVE 'AnF-AX-noun's LUX I
IT'S AN ILL WIND-
Now that the prolonged taxi strike is
practically over, it may ba interesting to
give one or two facts which it has sug-
gested to a correspondent's imagination.
This correspondent, we understand,
is the person who first communicated
to the newspapers the exact dimensions
ihat St. Paul's Cathedral would have to
3fe enlarged to in order that its dome
might accommodate the moon, and the
value of anything he writes will there-
*oro be appreciated by our readers.
Thecommissionairesandhotelporters
of London (he says) have a vastly
ncreased chest measurement per man
as a result of the prolonged blowing of
whistles during tho strike. The average
enlargement is 4'227 inches, or in the
iggregate a distance which, if traversed
n a taxi, would cost the hirer Is. 4d'.,
exclusive of extras.
The restf ulness and quiet of the Em-
wnkment during the past few weeks
have produced a remarkable effect upon
the men whose daily task it is to
control the barges that pass up and
down the river. Several of them have
become poets (an increase, to be exact,
of 99-168 per cent, upon the total
available figures for the past twenty-
five years), and quite early in the strike
one of them was heard by a member of
the National Liberal Club to remark to
his mate, "What a charming morning!"
which shows a clear advance upon the
customary vocabulary of these humble
workers.
"Lost, from near Dunstan Station, 57 Lin-
coln Hogs; red ochre on side, blue dot on
head." — Lincolnshire Eclto.
Careless, careless !
' This morning, tho Danish cruiser Ingolf
arrived at Dartmouth for blinker supplies."
Devon Express.
We should have guessed at once what
it wanted.
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r :F~^tei-
A LONDON STREET SCENE WHEK TIIE FREAK ADVEETISIXG: JIOIOB GETS HEALLY GOING.
THE VERY MODERN TRAVELLER.
[A nightmare of the near future, suggested possibly by witnessing
' The African LTunt " on the Holboru Bioscope.]
You want to witness the deeds I did
In the far-off Afric jungle
With the late lamented Dr. Kidd?
It was not by a careless bungle
That I came alone from the vasty veld
After a long fight stern and bloody,
Alone, with the films tucked under my belt
And the monstrous spoil of a tawny pelt
That lies to-day, in my Tooting study.
Turn on the moving pictures then.
(They are turned on.)
There is your humble servant
Starting forth for the lion's den
When the tropical dawn was fervent ;
Notice the way I pound the grass,
No one could possibly call me " Slow Toes,"
Hot on the trail, with the sun like brass.
And what about Dr. Kidd ? You ass,
The Doctor was taking these beautiful photos.
Now we have readied the fateful spot
By the shores of the Jubbjub Eiver ;
I raise my rifle, prepared to pot
(Observe how the poppadums quiver).
Now is the lion leaving his lair ;
Notice the way, at this ticklish juncture.
The wind of the desert is ruffling his hair — •
But what is the dot that appears just there ?
I have fired, of course. Tis the bullet's puncture,
Still he comes with increased chagrin ;
Once more I have raised my rifle,
When the Doctor shouts, " What a splendid scene 1
Just stop where you are a trifle."
Staunchly I answer, " Eight, old pal ; "
I think of the white cliff walls at Dover ;
I care not a jot for the animal ;
Yon have never seen, but to-day you shall,
A lion knocking an Englishman over.
Helpless I lie. The monstrous cat
Grins wide ; when, lo ! he -has spotted
A movement of Dr. Kidd's. My hat !
He knows he has been snapshotted !
Straight for the camera mark him swerve.-1
(The films just here are extremely vivid),
Till Dr. Kidd has a lapse of nerve-
He bunks from his post. You will now observe
A bioscope artist being chivied.
«
For I have sprung to the gaping breach,
I have seized the camera's shutter ;
Notice the lion's stupendous reach,
Long odds for a sporting flutter.
Diddled him. Dodged again. Encoro.
Collared. ' I know I had spotted the winner.
Dr. Kidd is, alas, no more.
And now for our Series No. 4,
Ihefelis Ico enjoying his dinner.
(The pictures cntl.)
A lion gorged is an easy prey,
The rest was a simple matter.
I crawled and potted him there as he lay
Torpid and slightly fatter ;
I skinned his carcase and homeward won,
And although the papers have passed sorno
strictures
I rest content with my duty done,
Eor I know I have taken the best, bar none.
Of the earth's kinematographic pictures. EVOE.
ONCE UPON A TIME.
THE CHEQUE.
ONCE upon a time there was a wealthy philanthropist
who went about offering strangers a bearer-cheque for £100.
And first he spread it out before the eyes of a small child,
who, after looking at it for a moment, said, " Please give
me a penny ; " and then he approached a serious young
man, who thanked him excessively, but declined on the
ground that he wanted to conquer the world unassisted
and alone. And then there came along towards him a man
in the middling years of life, to whom was the bearer-cheque
for £100 likewise tendered; and, looking at it with a merry
suspicious eye, the man in the middling years of life said,
"Ah, yes, I know those haves," and passed on his way with
a jaunty assurance. And then the philanthropist held it
out to an old, old man, who snatched it with .fervour.
"Within the past three clays 300 waiters have joined their section
of the union and 500 corks have joined theirs." — Daily News.
It will be a dramatic moment when the 500 corks come out
together.
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BURGLARY UP-TO-DATE.
THE CLUB.
THE PRESSED CRITIQUE.
(Show Sunday.)
I KNOW very little about Art and
almost nothing about the more terrible
modern complications of the malady,
hut the other day William insisted on
• Inlying me off to see the work of
some pointer whom he professes to
admire. Striking the towing-path at
Westminster, we worked our way up-
stre.ira to the pretty riparian purlieu
where the man resides and entered his
studio, which ought to have been served
1'V a lift, and which struck me as being
singularly ill-furnished for the reception
if guests. I carefully leaned my um-
irella against the wall and it gave a
ittle sigh and tumbled down. I then
ook oft' my hat and coat and placed
liem in a dark corner on what appeared
o be a small table with a very pleasingly
latterned mosaic- work top.
I was thereupon led to the centre of
lie room, where the artist, who did not
-com to have changed the upper part
'1 liis boating costume, eyed mo for
jiome moments so searchingly that I felt
Convinced he could see the return half
pf the ticket to Askalon which I had in
my right-hand waistcoat-pocket. After
this, and quite without provocation on
my part, he suddenly switched round
the rack. I have called it a rack, but
I believe the proper trade term for it is
an easel ; anyhow, it had fixed upon it
an object which I could see at the first
glance was not only highly and freshly
coloured, but also done entirely by
hand.
1 waited. Nobody seemed to be
going to do anything about it, and it
was evident that I was expected to
speak. Obviously, if I betrayed signs
of consternation or sympathy the man
would be annoyed ; a too enthusiastic
admiration, on the other hand, might
cause mo to be suspected of insincerity,
which I hate. The best course appeared
to be a kind of jocular and polite com-
mendation, uttered in such a voice as to
suggest a considerable intensity of con-
cealed emotion. " That 's capital," I
said; "capital." (As a matter of fact
I really thought it would have been —
under a more enlightened code of laws.)
After that I paused. It did not seem
to be fair that I should have to do all
the work, out of training as I was and
tired with my long walk; but no one
answered my gambit, and William
looked at me so sternly that I knew
I should have to speak again.
In the old and happier days it was
always possible to recognise with a start
of pleasure some faint likeness between
any specimen of plastic art and the
object it was intended to represent.
Nowadays, of course, no more humili-
ating taunt could be levelled at a
conscientious artist, and I was not
going to give myself away like that.
So I pointed at last to what looked
like a copper coal-scuttle in the midst
of the purple foliage at the extreme left-
hand bottom corner of the canvas, and
said doggedly, " Especially just here.
Hot stuff that."
There was alongpause. Then William,
who was holding up one fist in front of
his face as if he thought the pictuio
was going to give him a nasty jab in
the jaw, suddenly began to talk. He
said a good deal about the relativity of
values, about keys and compositions,
about bravura and pianissimo (1 am not
absolutely sure of his exact words, but I
think I have them correct), about the
interdependence of homogeneity, about
the essence, rag-time, the siimmitm
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tonum and the Pragmatic sanction, and
vound up liis harangue by placing Ins
land over the coal-scuttlo (my coal-
8cuttle)and saying," Excellent, excellent
-except for that— I do think you
ought to cut that out."
Not a little chagrined I moved away.
\s I cast my eyes round the studio
they suddenly fell on a little picture in
t rather obscure place, a picture that
looked easy, a still-life study of a blue
vase with some sunflowers in it.
Coming back to the artist, I called his
attention to the thing. " I say, I do
like that," I said, and I did. " That 1
ho answered, shrugging his shoulders
and turning back to William,—" That !
Oh, that was left here by the chap who
bad the studio before me. I think he
must have forgotten to put the text in."
It wa? then that I suddenly re-
membered my important engagement
in the extreme North-east of London.
I said "Good-bye" hurriedly and
grovelled on the floor for my umbrella.
Then I went to the dark corner and
retrieved my. hat and my overcoat. As
I looked at the latter, -whilst going
downstairs, I felt suddenly indignant.
Whatever may be the value of his
•work, an artist has surely no right to
leave unfinished masterpieces lying
about face upwards on tables withoul
so much as a " Wet Paint " notice on
them to warn one. It simply ruins a
fellow's clothes.
THE YEAE.
DOLBY came into the smoke-room anc
coughed in an important way. One or
two lucky men near the door stole out
The previous night Dolby had taken up
and pulverised the proposal that loca
rates should be a charge on ground
rents. Dolby had demonstrated eon
clusively, in a speech of three-quarters
of-an-hour's duration, that his rates
£38 14s. Gd., could not be paid out o
his ground-rent, £22 10s. Od., Q. E. D.
but the other users of the smoke-roor.
thought it might have been demon
strated more quickly.
" We are bought and sold," bega
Dolby solemnly. " For eighteenpenc
any member of this Cabinet would se'
his country!"
" I shouldn't think of offerin
EDWAKD GRKY more than one-am
three mysolf," said Bailey.
" The signs of the times are
ominous," continued Dolby, declinin
to be drawn into a discussion of th
relative values of Ministers. "I ai
looking forward to 1926."
" Do you think we shall have som
decent weather then ? " enquired Sellan
"It is the Danger Year. Then w
shall have only fifty-four Dreadnoug hts
onimny will have forty-six Is a
mjority of eight suflicient? I put it
o you as reasonable men : what shall
•e do then ? "
- Dredge the North Sea," suggested
Jailey. " It '11 need it badly."
"Hang it, old man," said Austin
who was' in the sanguine mood induced
Y backing two winners, " won't the
joloniesbuckupandhelpus? They re
ood stuff."
" Let us suppose that Canada gives
s six, Australia four, and New Zealand
nd South Africa two each— well, it
oesn't save the situation, for it is
bvious to every thinking man that the
Dreadnoughts belonging to Spam,
Turkey, Chili, and probably China,
might be placed at the disposal of
Germany."
" The llepublic of Liberia will back
us anyhow," said the invincible optimist,
Bailey.
If he hoped that Dolby would prove
hat Liberia had no Dreadnoughts he
vas sadly disappointed. Fixing him
with his eye, Dolby said,^ " Now we
come to armoured cruisers."
" I haul down my flag," cried Bailey ;
I give in to the Teutons ; but don't let
the armoured cruisers open upon me."
"We shall only have a majority of
six to four in them," proceeded the
merciless Dolby. "As thinking men,
what do you make of that? What
does BERESFOED say ? "
He said everybody else was all
wrong. He might even say you were
wrong, Dolby," replied Sellars.
"Now in the matter of torpedo-
destroyers — what is the margin o:
safety there? I appeal to you as an
Englishman, Charters."
" I 'm not an Englishman. I 'm a
Welsh stamp-licker."
" Turning again to submarines," con
tinued Dolby, " we are utterly behind
And hydroplanes — we have six to defenc
this Empire. Who dares say that sir
are adequate ? "
No one dared say anything. A fain
hope spread through the room tha
Dolby had finished with the Navy.
Dolby looked round the room trium
phantly. " Now I '11 recapitulate mj
arguments to show that 1926 is th
critical year."
Charters nobly threw himself int
the breach and faced the foe.
" I 'm looking forward to 1950," h
said calmly.
" You think that by then we '11 b
able to avenge the defeat of 1926 ? "
" That wasn't exactly in my mind."
"Then why 1950? I do not gras
your point."
" Because with any luck you '11 be
dead then, Dolby."
Dolby spends his evenings in the
illiard-room now. He says that serious
iscussion is impossible in the smoko-
oom. His first break — on Welsh Dis-
stablishment — is reported to have
asted thirty-seven minutes and reduced
lie marker to pulp.
WOOLCOMBE WOOD AGAIN.
LOVE romance, as every maiden should,
Though to thoworld it seems fictitious
tissue,
So off I set to seek in Woolcombe Wood
That baby unicorn (see recent issue*).
All afternoon I rummaged bush and
•whin,
I chirruped softly this way and the
other,
[ill, when my confidence was getting
thin,
I saw, through lichened trunks, the
baby's mother 1
A mongrel-looking brute, with tufted
tail ;
Her hide was white, but weather-
worn and grimy ;
Her horn was scarlet-tipped, and, like
a flail,
Itsmote the branches as she blundered
by me.
She bleated harshly, like a thing dis
tressed,
And while I stood, as curious as may
be,
It dawned upon me that she shared
my quest — •
The mother, too, was searching for
the baby.
Through tanglsd groves that bleating
came and went,
Importunate, monotonous, depress
ing,
Till all at once she thrilled with quick
content
And nuzzling sounds of unicorns
caressing.
# * * * *-.•;!•*
Though maids have power the unicorn
to tame —
Or so we read in legends of romana
—it
Was not a power I felt inclined
claim,
So home I trudged, deciding not tx
chance it.
•Punch, March 12th, " A Unicorn Story."
Sporting Headline in Daily Ex-
press:—
"WILL UNCLE PAT
MISS LINCOLN."
We hope that Uncle will not pat Miss
Lincoln.
MARCH 26, 1913.]
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251
Mary Ann. "Ip you PLEASE, SIB, I WOULDN'T MIND STANDING ON THAT THEM: TURN-SPIT THING IF ANT TIMB sou 'D LIKE TO
MAKE A IDOL OP ME."
OUR BOOKING-OFFICE.
(By Mr. Punch's Staff of Learned Clerks.)
MR. GEORGE RUSSELL has a happy knack of inventing
quaint titles for the volumes in which are garnered for the
instruction and delight of posterity his contributions to the
contemporary Press. His latest, Half Lengths (GRANT-
BJCHAEDS), contains only a moderate proportion of snippets
a newspaper column long and is to that extent better than
some of its predecessors. The more generous space-afforded
by monthly magazines has given fuller opportunity of
doing justice to his themes. The volume opens with a
striking appreciation and comparison of two Cardinals,
NEWMAN and WISEMAN. Better still is the study of the
character of the late Duke of DEVONSHIRE, who, as Lord
HABTINGTON, through troublous times maintained at its
highest level the tone of English Parliamentary life and
statesmanship. The characteristics of the first Lord
COLERIDGE and the only HENRY LABOUCHEBE are sketched
with light hut informing touch. Best of all, where all is
good, are the miniatures of the WILBERFORCES, " a family
which for a hundred-and-thirty continuous years has served
England with soul and speech." The founder was the
emancipator of the slaves. One of his sons was SAMUEL,
Bishop of Oxford, of whom Mr. RUSSELL contrives to write
without quotation of an alliterative nickname, which over
a trivially-minded but numerically large circle has done
much to obscure the qualities and achievements of a £reat
man. One of Bishop WILBEBFORCE'B sons, Archdeacon of
Westminster, to-day lends dignity and spiritual grace to
the chaplaincy of the House of Commons. The chapter on
Lord WOLVERHAMPTON is invested with the pungency of
a gay spitefulness. It was, I believe, originally written
for the Life of the statesman better known as HENRY
FOWLER, compiled by a dutiful daughter, which shows how
Mr. RUSSELL'S humour occasionally borders on the reckless.
If, wandering over Polynesian Seas, you overheard some-
body say, " Talofa ! " to somebody else, and the second
party replied, " Jorana! " would you immediately understand
that the last speaker came from the island of Huahino?
You would not '> Well, Mr. JACK LONDON would. As far
as I can gather from A Son of the Sun (MILLS AND BOON),
the Polynesian Seas are as familiar to him as Fleet Street
to me. He knows that if you are disorderly in the Tivoli
at Apia, it is Charley Roberts who throws you out ; that, at
Goboto, it is the unwritten law that white men must wear
trousers; and a thousand other facts of a similar nature.
He is a Polynesian Encyclopaedia, and he presents his
knowledge to the public through the medium of a series of
short stories, dealing with the adventures of one David
Grief, a trader. The man himself is colourless, but the
adventures are hereby certified to be of the finest quality.
For sustained excitement, " The Devils of Fuatino " easily
heads the list, but I enjoyed almost as much the broad
farce of " The Feathers of the Sun." In the former story,
252
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26, 1913.
n,
««oon
But I
A ft pirate, anchored in a lagoon, has treed B. (who is
< irief) on a lofty peak. B. cannot come down with-
)" shot- but on the other hand, A. cannot leave the
„,..„,„ without being blown to bits, for ho has to pass
d.rectlv under B.'s peak, and B. has a collection o dynamic
sticks which ho proposes to drop if necessary. \\ hat shou
A do? or, for the matter of that, B.? For solution, see
A Son of the Sun. The second story deals with the frenzied
finance of Cornelius Utasy, the beach-comber the first man
to institute paper money in tho island of l<i tu-lva. Bl
becomes Cliancellor of the Exchequer, and in that position
taxes everybody and everything till life in Fitu-Iva becomes
hardly wo'rth living. How did Mr. LONDON get that idea ?
Tlie Silence of Men (JOHN LANE) impressed me chiefly as
an instance of clever observation thrown away upon a
foolish and unconvincing tale. There is no question that
Mr. PBEVOST BATTEKSBY (more familiar to readers of
romance under 'the name of '-FRANCIS PBEVOST") knows
the life of Anglo-India as there are few who know
what is rarer still, can convey that knowledge,
wish it adorned a better ( •
S'ot. John March, the
ritish Eesident in a
native state, met Lynn's
Ashbnrton on the voyage
to Bombay, fell in love
with her, and finally, in
order that she should be
legally provided for, mar-
ried her, though, for a
not very obvious reason,
the coremony was kept
a profound secret, and
made no change in their
relations. After a while,
however, Lynne got
bored with this and '
sailed for England, leav-
ing a note to tell March
that she had married
Lord Dorrington, and
that he 'd better hold his
peace about the former
little affair. Which he did ;
And then, years afterwards, when he had fallen in love
with somebody else, whom he couldn't marry without
being a bigamist and couldn't undeceive without smash-
ing the Dorringtons' heir, it quite casually turns out that
Lynne had been married to yet another husband before she
met March. Well, I have often been impressed by " the
silence of men," but I found the silence of this much-
wedded woman simply staggering. For all that, and
despite some irritating mannerisms and affectations (ex-
emplified by such phrases as " an official reception was
a very lion's mouth of ennui," and others equally uneasy),
I should call the book well worth reading for its graphic
pan-pictures of Indian scenes and character, drawn by one
having an obviously first-hand acquaintance with Empire-
Builders.
Queer things, however, happen in South Africa, and readers
of Miss M"LLS YOUNG'S previous novels will not be sur-
prised to hear that Myles had to negotiate a vast deal of
trouble before he was able to say to Joan Farrant, " With
you beside me, the whole world is my kingdom and you ray
queen." I can just manage to believe in this severely tried
hero, but I did from time to time find occasion to wonder
whether he was not allowing himself to bear rather too
many brunts ; and his creator seems also to have thought
that ho was a little too perfect, for at the very end of the
story she admits, with an abruptness that surprised me,
that he was not immaculate. Miss YOUNG writes in a most
vivid manner, and her book can bo warmly recommended
to anyone who is likely to be exhilarated by the spectacle
of a great fight against misfortune.
THE WORLD'S WORKERS.
CLASS IK BIIOKEN ENGLISH FOB LONDON LADIES OF TIIE BALLET, TO ENABLE
THEM TO APPLY FOR ENGAGEMENTS AS RUSSIAN DANCF.HS.
and that was his " silence."
For the sake of Judges and other guileless people, I ought
to say that tho letters of the title of Myles Galthorpe, I.D.B.
(JOHN LANE), do not represent a distinction given for services
to the state, but stand for Illicit Diamond Buyer. Yet a
glance at the picture of Myles, on the cover of the book,
will convince you that, although he might be a fast and
tricky wing three-quarter he could never wittingly have
bought or sold a precious stone by irregular methods.
Mrs. ELINOR GLYN has achieved some results in the past,
but I have my suspicions that she did so rather by good
luck than by good management, if her new volume is to
bo taken as the production of her mature genius. The
title-story of The Contrast (DUCKWORTH) is a not very
enlivening conversation
between a benedict and
his mistress, disclosing
no new thoughts on the
situation and showing
no new characteristics in
the parties, except a ten- !
dency in the lady to a
domestic virtue alien to i
tho class. Tho "Point
of View " is the sort of
story that anybody might
write, but most people
wouldn't, not because
they dared not, but be-
cause they hadn't the
time to waste. All that
the Canon's niece, the
Bishop's Chaplain and
the spurious foreign
Count said, thought and
did has been said,
thought and done a
thousand times before in books. " Fragments " is un-
doubtedly the best of a bad lot. I cannot say that I wa^
greatly pleased when Sir John called Winnifred " his
darling white dove," but there was about that bird at least
a touch of tho ingenuous which was very refreshing.
Mr. E. C. BENTLKY is shrewd enough to know that the
experienced reader of a novel dealing with a murder wil
inevitably suspect from tho start tho person with the best
alibi. That is to say, if a millionaire is found shot on his
lawn the probability is that the culprit is the piiyate
secretary who, sotting out before the tragedy takes place,
spends tho night motoring to Southampton — six hours
away — and duly reports his arrival there. Mr. BENTLEY
sees that this is expected of him, so he accepts the situation
and docs not make very much of a mystery of that part of
the narrative, though he packs the investigations of Trent
his amateur detective, full of exciting ingenuities. The real
interest of Trent's Last Case (NELSON) centres round the
motive of the crime, and only when you get to the last three
~ t _J1_ . /? __ .1 1.1 _ i. _ Pi -- _ 1 I l}.,^*^*-™1!
or four pages do you find that, after all
But to tell
that here would be to spoil an excellent story, told with a
rare distinction. I wish Mr. BENTLKY would relate some of
Trent's earlier cases, or let him take tip some more as a
post-nuptial hobby.
I
Arum 2. 1913.]
.PUNCH, OR THE LONDON CIIAUIVABI.
253
CHARIVARIA.
Too much has been made by news-
paper humorists of the Suffragist who
throw a pot of paint afc the Home
Office ancl missed it. She hit 'White-
hall — which, in our opinion, is very
fair markmanship for a woman.
•
We havo road a great deal about
these lightning waiters' strikes. Now
let us eee some of those lightning
waiters. * +
*
Fined for disorderly conduct in the
street, two young men pleaded that
they were ratepayers and had a right
to sing and dance. That
they should havo had the
Inn-fulness to do so, with
is as high as they are,
k a, sign that the bull-dog
lured has not yet died out.
* .'* ..
Ever since the prisoner
at Bow Street asked to be
allowed to go to Pentonvillo
prison instead of to Brixton,
on tho ground that the
t< "imer institution's cells
were healthier and airier,
the conceit of tho Penton-
villo warders has become,
according to our local
correspondent, perfectly in-
bllfferal'lc. ... .,.
... ^
#
The notion that Chinese
plays are of tremendous
length, lasting for several
ks, is ridiculed by an
authority at the British
MiKruni. Some Chinese
curtain-raisers, wo believe,
liai-cly last into the third
day.
Ilampstcad, however, is not to have
it all its own way. It is stated that
the water supplied by the Coggeshall
and Kelvedon Waterworks, of JJrain-
treo, has a milky appearance, is slightly
effervescent, cures rheumatism and
kills plants. Water nowadays can do
practically everything except talk.
According to a Vienna paper, the
chief duties of an officer's soldicr-
scrvant are, in time of peace, to wash
dogs ; and, in time of war, to kill ilics
and mosquitoes. Peace hath her vic-
tories no less than war.
* *
*
Burglars in Chelsea last week visited
and liars. This sort of thing is all
very well in Parliament, but intolerable
in a real business concern.
* *
Tho Irish day by day. At Guildford
a man has been offering his services as
honorary secretary at a salary of £2G
a year; and in Nashville, Tennessee,
when tho judge, following the annual
custom, released all Irish prisoners on
St. Patrick's day, several negroes put
in a claim for liberty on the ground
that they were Irish.
**.*
Porridge, says a contemporary, is
disappearing in Scotland. We have
noticed it do so, especially at the
breakfast-hour.
Tho Rush of Life in the North. Two
^porters were the only persons present
at a recent vestry meeting at Hudders-
*...*
A patent asphyxiating revolver has
lieeti invented by the Paris police for
use in moments of emergency. It
••mils "a thick and acrid smoke, which
'•aiNos those in its neighbourhood to
*mv*e and woep, half-suffocated." We
fancy we know tho identical cigar
which first gave the inventor his idea.
* *
Only one point remains to be cleared
•jp in the matter of that Hampstead
water. A resident in Bolsize Park
'l>ed it as smelling like a geranium;
while a deiiixen of (ireencroft Garden,
"It smelt like paraffin." 11 i>
Hainpstead succeed. -d in growing a
•-pecial paraffin -per fumed geranium '.'
For posting a bill adver-
tising the Suffragettes' Self-
Denial Week on a pillar-
box, a woman at West 1 1 am
has denied herself twenty
shillings and four shillings
costs. # j,
Mexico may have its
little troubles, but it has
still one claim to bo con-
sidered as an earthly para-
dise. It contains a town of
10,000 inhabitants where
there is no moving-picture
palace.
CRACKED QUATRAINS.
(The title to be said rapidly
7i i nc times before proceeding.)
FOK me, my faith is always
pinned
To simple folk who call it
wind.
Itshowsahigh-falutin mind
To go and gas about tho
wind.
When we and John combine in chorus,
Wo make a sound wre call sonorous.
You cannot really care for John or us,
If you insist on saying sonorous.
It is a boon to busy men
To say that simple word again.
If you have time to strive and strain,
You may prefer to say again.
He 's not attractive, as a rule,
The grisly Oriental ghoul ; •
But, if you 'd like him doubly foul,
You 've only got to call him ghoul.
I do not care a crooked pin
About the British Philistine;
And yet he is not such a swine
That we must call him Philistine.
I asked the maid in dulcet tone
To order me a toasted scone.
<• Vilnius limUo up in confusion owing The silly maid has been and gone
lo Iho^ piv^-nt calling each other cads And ordered me a toastsd scone.
THE AGE OF LUXURY;
or, Wluit ti-e art Coming to.
A PERFORMING DOQ TO AMUSE YOUR DOO.
a house in Camera Square and removed
a fumed oak dining-room suite, a pink
silk and rosewood drawing-room suite,
a bedroom suite, a piano, a sideboard,
a table and some chairs, pictures, china,
linen, clothing and silver. They then,
says the report, left the house. They
did leave that. ^ ^
#
" European civilisation," says Mr.
SKTHANATHA YKNKATAUAMANI, in an
article on the Coromandel fishermen,
" has as yet mada little or no mark
on these humble men." Coromandel
fishermen are writing to enquire how
Mr. YKNKATAUAMANI squares this state-
ment with his remark later on in the
article that they are " awful drunkards."
>;: *
At a recent company meeting, pro-
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254
PUNCH, OR THE LONDON^CHARIVARL
[APRIL 2, 3913,
BRIGHTER CRICKET.
- Yon beard mo quito well, Mary. Cricket. That was
what 1 said. 1 shall take up cricket again. No, I '111 not a bit
too okl Nobody is. You can have all sorts of cricket, you
know Mary. There 's the cricket you teach your children,
and there's village cricket, which was onco played on
village greens wit'i the Squire and the Hector looking on
and all the boys joining in the sport, and the blacksmith
(there was always a blacksmith) hitting three or four
almighty swipes and then getting bowled by a silly lob ;
and thcVo 's school cricket and club cricket, and country -
houso cricket, and county cricket, and university cricket,
and lots of other cricket— soldiers' cricket and sailors'
cricket. Doesn't it make you think of hot days, and the
jolly smell of the pads, and the crisp grass, -and the taste
of shandy-gaff out of a long glass ? Don't s'ay shandy-
gaff's not your tipple, Mary. It's really everybody's
lipplo, and you'll learn to like it some day. Bless me,
how it gurgles down !
" Mary, I hit an eight once. I give you my sacred word
of honour I did— fully run out it was and no overthrows.
Don't ask me how I did it. Nobody knows how he does
thcso things. They just happen. This happened in a
House match at school. I suppose the ball picked out the
one place on the bat and the bat got the ball on the very
nick, and away it went and away we went, and before the
ball got- to the wicket we 'd run eight. That 's the sort of
memory that '11 stay you up when you come to your last
gasp and wonder if you couldn't have done things better.
" There was a chap at Cambridge — Smith was his name ;
it really was — and whenever I hear the word ' Fenner's ' I
can see- him quite plainly walking about with his quick
step and hear him shouting out, ' Card of the match,
gentlemen.' It all comes over me like a dream.' 1 wonder
if he 's at it still. Perhaps he 's selling cards for some
great match in4he Elysian fields. We were all young then,
Mary, and we took things as they came, and we didn't
mind sitting and watching and watching, for it 's the. best
game in the world "to watch.
" What do they want to brighten cricket for? Cricket
isn't an old tin-can or a musical comedy or a pleasant
Sunday afternoon. Cricket's a jolly deliberate affair, with
good sound rules for keeping it so and preventing 'the
hustlers from getting hold 'of it and ruining it. Cricket's
like life. It spreads out and you've-~time to turn round in
it and room to take your ease "and look forward to things.
It bores you, does it? :That just proves how right it is.
You want thrills and shocks,, .and ecstasies and corybantic
dances — but that.'s just what you won't get in cricket,
thank heaven. Yes, you're quite right; You have heard
me mention COBDEN and his three wickets at the end of
the match, but that was an exception. You can't arrange
a team to be' all Cobdens, and if you could you wouldn't
get your thrills all the time. Besides, you couldn't stand
it if you had it all vicissitudes of that kind.
"But I'll tell you another thing. Cricket's one of our
few surviving English institutions. When you 're travelling
abroad and think of England what comes into your mind ?
I'll mention one or two things. There's breakfast — fried
soles and bacon and eggs with marmalade to top up with.
There's wearing knickerbockers and comfortable boots in
the country. There's going to the Derby. It doesn't
matter a bit if you 've never gone to Epsom in your life.
When you're abroad you'll begin to think of the Derby as
one of the things worth seeing. I 've seen a meek little
Professor in Constantinople simply pining for the Derby.
And then there's cricket — you can't transplant it. French-
men and Germans and Russians won't play it, but it suits
us, with its profoundly interesting tediousness, ita science,
its skill, its clean neatness, its white flannels and its smooth
!*reen turf. Down with all nonsense about brightening
it, say I." ^
A LUECHEB,
ALL along the moorland road a caravan there conies
Where the piping curlew whistles and the jacksnipe drums ;
And a long lean dog
At a sling jig-jog,
A poacher to his eyelids as .are all the lurcher clan,
Follows silent as a shadow and as clever as a man.
His master on the splashboard, oh, of ancient race he is,
He came down out of Egypt, as did all the Eomauys ;
With the haid hawk face
Of an old king race,
His hair is black and snaky and his cheek is brown as tea,
And pyramids and poacher-dogs are made by such as he !
Now the dog ho looks as pious as the beak" upon the bench,
But he'll pounce and pick a hare up, and he'll kill her
with a wrench,
Or he '11 sneak around a rick
And bring back a turkey chick,
And you'll wonder how they got him all his cockakeiio
-fakes ;
Well, his master comes of people who turned walking-sticks
to snakes !
There was ones a god in Egypt, when the gods they first
began,
With the muzzle of a lurcher on the body of a man ;
But the Pharaoh of to-day
He has changed the ancient way,
And has found him a familiar by his caravan to jog,
With the headpiece of a human on the body' of a dog !
ONCE UPON A TIME.
THE DOG VIOLETS.
ONCE upon a time there was a patch of dog violets
growing on a bank in March. They were very beautiful
but they had no scent, and the country people, knowing
this, passed them by. Day after- day- the flowers heard
scornful remarks- about themselves. "They're only dog
violets," said one of the knowing country people. "Don't
bother about them," said another.' "I know where there's
real violets," said a third ; " come on ! " And since no one
likes to be overlooked and- despised, even though attention
should mean destruction, the dog violets. were very unhappy.
" As if perfume was everything ! " they said ; while one of
them went so far as to declare that she always found the
scent of the other kind of violet overpowering. "A strong
scent is so vulgar," she added. " Yes," said another, " and
so are rich colours. Pale tints are much more artistic."
One day the princess came driving along in her gold
coach from the royal city near by, and seeing the patch of
flowers on the bank she gave orders for the carriage to stop.
"Oh, how beautiful!" she said, for, being a princess, she
had never seen violets growing before ; she had seen only
tiger-lilies and camellias and smilax and Marechal Niels.
"How beautiful! " she cried as her lord chamberlain brought
her a great bunch. " They're only dog violets," he said,
for he was well versed in all lore ; " they have no scent."
"The darlings!" she cried. "It wouldn't matter if they
had, I 've got such an awful cold ; " and she pressed them
to her white bosom, where in an ineffable rapture of pride
and content they swooned away.
PUNCH. OR THH LONDON CHARIVARI.— Anm, 2, 1913.
A MODEST BEQUEST.
JOHN BULL. "I'VE JUST BEEN BEADING FOUR VOLUMES ABOUT YOUR KIND HEART;
AND NOW, BY WAY OS1 PROVING IT, CAN'T YOU TAKE A LITTLE SOMETHING OFF
MY INCOME-TAX?"
AruiL 2, 1913.]
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257
WARDING OFF THE SPRING FROSTS.
Helpmate. "I'VE BitouGirr YOUB PYJAMAS FOB THE ASPAIUGUS BED, JACK."
A FAIRY TALE.
ONCE upon a time there was a man
called James Carmichael, and lie was a
miser. Like all misers, lie could not |
help it ; but, unlike most misers, he was
not really very rich, for he was too
careful. He saved everything, even
team-tickets, which he used as hook-
markers, and old envelopes, on which
ho wrote letters to people who did not
matter. He had an office high up in a
big building ; it was very small and ho
had only a few clerks to help him ;
when there was any more work to do
he did it himself.
Now it happened that some people
who were sorry for old bachelors asked
•lamos Carmichael to dinner on Christ-
mas Day, and as this did not cost him
an\ thing he went. He disliked it very
much at first, but in the end he quite
enjoyed it, and when he got home ho
fell asleep in his chair. And while he
was asleep a dwarf appeared and
talked to him. The dwarf was very
cheerful and very rude, and he would
not go away until James Carmichael
had given him a promise. The promise
was that for a whole week he would ho
kind to the people whom ho disliked
most, and the people he disliked most
were Travellers, who used to come to
his office and try to sell him things
which ho did not want. He hated these
people so much that he was frightened
of them ; they were never allowed to
see him, and there was a brass plate on
the office door telling them to go away.
But when he went back to the office
after Christmas ha had the brass plate
taken down, and the Travellers soon
began to come in.
On the first day he bought a type-
writer and three bunches of lavender
and a packet of hooks to hang coats
and hats on ; on the sacond day a lady
sold him enough soap to last the office
for a year, and he had to give a lot of
Christmas-boxes and subscriptions.
He found that wrhen these people
came in and made speeches to him, he
could not refuse them ; he bought an
atlas, and two waste-paper baskets,
and a directory. So it went on, until
on New Year's Eve a little rosy-
cheeked man in a shiny top-hat made
him insure his life.
He had never insured his life before,
but the rosy-cheeked man made such a
beautiful speech that he insured for
five thousand pounds. Then lie put
back the brass plate, and one day not
long afterwards he fell ill and died.
James Carmichael was my uncle, and I
was his only relation. . . .
Rather a sad little story, is it not ?
And if I happen to have told it to you
before— as a basis for negotiating a
temporary loan — you will be sorry to
hear that it really is a fairy tale.
A Howler from Buxton.
" The weight of Goliath's shield was 200
freckles."
" London is as dead as the proverbial door-
nail this week-end, as practically everybody
who could manage it is away for the Easter
holiday. . . . The Easter holiday this year
may be fitly described as a stay-at-home one.
. . . At most of the London termini there
were loud complaints of unparalleled Easter
inactivity."— Continental Daily Mail.
And so our contemporary's search for
truth goes on.
258
PUNCH, OR THE LONDON CHARIVARL_
[APRIL 2, 1913.
ANTI-TOUCHSTONES.
Lastly my name is Ernest Vansittart ' arranging little surprises for my country-
„,„ , ,-, „ Goodman. "No limit" is my motto, men, my -one idea being to keep them
vcl nlvertisin" device of an and I never question a telegram or post- , from getting Maw. ihis Lastcr, it may
^^r^lin^rfurnisheieachde-lmark; so send your commissions to me. be recalled by some of my readers,;
tartmental manager of which describes
lie merits of his particular department
and offers his personal guarantee of its
sxcellence, has been usefully extended,
,ince surely the man who directs a con-
•ern is the man who knows most about
t and is the most to be believed. The
clown in As You Like It says, " A poor
thing, but my own ; " the carpet and
>edstead and other managers say, " My
own, and perfect." The tendency to
adopt the latter course being so much
more natural than Touchstone's diffident
attitude, it is no wonder that the fur-
nishers' lead has been
ollowed.
i.
Unaccustomed as I
am to public writing
cannot refrain from
taking up my pen to
*ive you my word of
nonour that my little
shop is the best there
is. (Signed)
JOHN SMITH.
(Signed)
ERNEST VANSITTAHT GOODMAN.
IV.
As Postmaster - General I
was in exceptionally good form. If
anyone doubts it I would say, Where
is Worthing pier '? But naturally I had
to he very thoughtful and thorough, if
should only as a reminder to those in authority
like to say that a degree of efficiency that Easter must never he so early
4 been reached in my department again. I flatter myself that those four
has been reached in my department
beyond which it would be unsafe to go.
Being the head, I not only ought to
again
days were among the best I have ever
engineered. The wind, the rain, the
know but do know. We have every- cold— weren't they all of the highest
thing that the public can want. We quality ? Trusting then that you will
continue to allow mo to work these
thing
have a fine assortment of stamps at all
prices and in all colours, covered with little matters for you, I remain, yours
gum on the back so as to bo easily faithfully,
ii.
As head of the Oppo-
sition Snap Division
Department I wish the
information to become
widely spread that my
aim is accurate and my
arm powerful, while the
advantage that my
great height gives me
should not be over-
looked. When there is
no book handy or no pc x ninociicd down by motor-car— confusedly). "Y- YOU'VE G-GOI MY
Government face near NUMBEB | »
enough, I am prepared —
to shout with the best, and in short to affixed to envelopes. Any customer not j my safety become positively mdecer
do anything that is humanly possible liking any of the patterns has but to | One would indeed imagine on su(
to let the other side know how un- ask for me. We have a series of sub- ! occasions that traffic was unknown
popular they are, how unconstitutional post-offices all over the country, | outside London.
their conduct, and how august an ! thoughtfully if not sumptuously fur- \ Just now I am spending jijew days
assembly we all are in.
(Signed) RONALD McNiciLL.
(Signed)
THE CLERK OP THR
WEATHER.
THE TWO WAYS.
["0 you'll tak the high
road an' I "11 tak the
lowroad." — Oldtioiu/.]
THAT Millichamp
lives in London and I
don't is a matter of no
importance whatever,
but the fact neverthe-
less leads him to adopt
an irritating attitude
of parental responsi-
bility when I pay him
a visit. I, though two
years his senior, am a
mere provincial, you
undsrstand, while lie is
the complete towns-
man.
Especially when we
are engaged in such
pastimes as Dodging
the Dray and Missing
the Motor-'bus does
his fussy concern for
in.
Nothing is more important than to
know with whom you are entrusting
your turf commissions, especially in a
country where gambling is discounten-
anced by law, and let me therefore
describe myself minutely. I have a
noble brow much of the shape of an
egg, marked by philanthropy, self-
sacrifice and open-handedness. My
eyes are dark, tender and true; my
nose is the soul of honour ; my mouth
is strong and firm and benevolent ; my
hands are incapable of taking in money,
my one delight being to pay it out.
nishe'd, and staffed by as handsome; in town, and yesterday Millichamp
and obliging and alacritous young men ; balanced himself on the edge of ths
and women as can be seen outside the < pavement in one of the busiest parts
musical-comedy stage. Our lead pencils of the City, waiting an opportunity to
are the wonder of the world and are ! dive over to the other side of the road,
in such demand that they have to be while I stood expectantly behind him.
chained to the desks; our blotting-
paper will blot anything. In short, we
are perfect.
(Signed) HERBERT SAMUEL.
v.
Nothing but unremitting toil and
vigilance could bring about such results
as my department is constantly achiev-
ing, and I trust that my share in them
will not be overlooked. Day and night,
early and late, I am at my post,
The unbroken stream of vehicles surgec
by for a long time and I decided to leave
him, but though I was not there to see
it all I know exactly what followed.
At last a chance came. " Now we
can manage it," cried Millichamp
" Stick close behind me, old chap. D<
exactly what I do and you'll be al
right." With that he plunged into the
street.
"Look out there!" he exclaimed.
" Mind that taxi. . . . That 's right. . . .
APRIL 2, 1913.]
PUNCH, OR THE LONDON CHARIVARI.
209
A GOOD SEND-OFF.
Collector (!o airman, golnj tip in risky weather to please public). "SUBSCBIBE TO THE AMBULANCE, SIB? "
Stick close to me. . . . Don't be
frightened, old chap. . . . We shall do
it nicely. . . . Look out for that van.
. . . Take hold of my coat-tail, if you
like. . . . Whatever you do, stick close
to mo.
" Wait for that car to go past ! " he
shouted. " Stick close to me. . . . Stop
a hit for that 'bus. . . . Now. . . .
Hero we are 1 " — and he bounded on to
the opposite pavement and looked round
for his charge.
His face became chalky. " Good
heavens I " he muttered thickly. " What
can have happened? "
Then I touched him on the shoulder.
' Here you arp at last," I said cheerily.
I Yo been waiting hero for you quite
a long time."
" My dear fellow," ho cried, " how on
earth did you contrive to get here?
I was scared to death ; I thought you "d
been run down."
"Oh, I came by the subway," I ex-
plained lightly. "It 's so much simpler,
you know."
'^Well, I'm jiggered!" said he.
I Ye lived in London a good many
years, but I uever thought of doing
that."
CONFESSIONS OF WEAKNESS.
THE girted writer who presides over
the "Office Window" of The Daily
Chronicle has been discussing the
curious fears of men who arc accounted
fearless. " Personally," he observes,
" with no pretence to special bravery,
I would rather grapple with a mad dog
Hum take in my hand a live sparrow
or any such harmless animal that —
squirms."
As the result of inquiries addressed
to a number of intrepid and eminent
public characters, Mr. Punch is enabled
to lay before his readers the following
interesting revelations of idiosyncrasy —
Mr. ALGEKNON ASHTON writes : " In
spite of the views of a recent musical
essayist in The Times, I would rather
face a mad bull with no other weapon
than a tuning-fork than listen for five
minutes to a Bag-time march."
Sir HEN-KY UOWORTH sends a long
communication on the subject which
we have been obliged to condense.
The gist of it is that he would rather
grapple single-handed with a mammoth
than write a letter to The Times con-
taining fewer than 2000 words.
M. PADEBEWSKI wires from Moscow
to the effect that he would infinitely
prefer to leap from the summit of the
Eiffel Tower than entrust his chcvclure
to the mercies of a strange hairdresser.
Mr. WILLIAM O'BRIEN, M.P., in a
characteristic phrase observes that he
would sooner be seen dead with JOHN
EEDMOND at a pig-fak than abandon
the policy of the All-for-Ireland League.
Mr. GUAHAME WHITB states that he
would rather go up in an untried
aeroplane in a blizzard than miss an
interview in the press.
Finally, Sir ALFRED MONO declares
that sooner than live in England under
a Tariff Reform rtf/imc, he would emi-
grate to Tierra del Fuego and cast in his
lot with the cannibal tribes who infest
that dismal neighbourhood.
Things Emerson didn't write.
" The great man who onco wrote, ' Give me
health and a dog and I will laugh the pomp of
Emperors to scorn,' wantsd to teach an ele-
mentary lesson." — Liverpool Daily 1'ost.
Every morning as wo feel our pulse,
our dachshund watches us anxiously,
wondering if it is one of our pomp-
scorning days.
260
PUNCH, OR THE LONDON CHARIVARI.
2, 1913.
PREMATURE PROGRESS.
(" £a<t>vts ffia puov ' )
rlrrr* W conductors of the horse tramways at Oxford
,-,.,,1 M strike on Easter Monday for improved working
auditions).
1 K .M change to moving change the world goes on,
Even at Carfax nothing keeps the same,
For Daphnis is not— Daphnis, who would ply,
Urging liis antic trolley fleet as flame,
1 1 is prancing coursers up and down the High
Unwcaryingly, is gone;
Evanished ! only now the casual bike,
The hansom and the taxi throng the Corn ;
Rusted the metal tracks, the grooves forlorn,
For Daphnis and his friends are out on strike.
Runs it not here, the route from Cowley Road ?
And ofttimes punters on the flowery Cher,
Lifting their hands to wipe away a midge,
Have watched the progress of his stately car
Mounting the steep ascent to Magdalen Bridge;
And oft with joyous load
Of married doiis have we beheld it fill
(Speaking just now of the North Oxford branch)
Or emptying from its top an avalanche
Of female undergrads. from Somerville.
But sudden on a morn of wind-swept March,
When term was" o'er and all the men were down,
And daffodils were selling fairly cheap
But sparslier btoomed the academic gown,
Something aroused the tramcars from their sleep.
They stopped — they stuck like starch :
A rumour went upon the breeze, a cry
Of things that happen here in London town,
And each conductor mused, his punch laid down,
They blooming well sirike : blooming well strike I.
Too swift reformer ! wherefore art thou out ?
Soon shall the high mechanic pomps come on,
Electric road-cars with suspended wires
The business tutor and the commerce don,
The hurrying Change that echoes and perspires,
And stocks in flagrant rout ;
Then shalt bhou learn what labour movements are
And hope to paralyse our industries,
Mass-meetings underneath the Wychwood trees
And full reports in the pink evening Star.
Till then forbear : our feverish unions spurn,
As some grave scholar in his morning sheet
Espies an education paragraph
Saying the classic tongues are now efl'ete,
And hands it, smiling, to his better half :
And both without concern
Resume their breakfast of uncrumpling eggs
Like fallen blossoms in the bacon's shade,
Pass and repass the amber marmalade
And drain the immortal coffee to its dregs,
So thou too, Daphnis, to thy task again !
Emerge and travel on the dreaming rails,
And trot the unpermitted lorry out
When morning lights the sky or evening pales
Still hearing the indomitable scout ;
Shake out once more thy rein,
And snatcli the platform and resume thy loud
Of lady shoppers from the muslin marts
And young light-hearted Masters of the Arts
And M t them down upon the Banbury Road. EVOK.
LITERARY GOSSIP.
(By Our Tame Twaddler.)
Sir Castor Royle, the famous sportsman author, recently
made a remarkable journey to the basin of the Bongo. He
and his comrades passed through the gorge of Umpi as well
as the impenetrable forests of Gobolu, inhabited by cannibal
pygmies, gorillas and cuneiform quaggas. Sir Castor has
written a charming account of his experiences under the
title, How I Became a Cannibal. The book will be shortly
published by the firm of Mandible and Champ, but cannot
he recommended to persons with weak digestions — at least
so says Mr. Goodleigh Champ, who is a man of iron
constitution.
The interesting series of articles on the golf-links of Tibet,
which recently appeared in The Chimes, will shortly be pub-
lished in book form by PUTTMANS. In an interesting preface
the author, Mr. Isaac Newton, explains how, when ho' was
commissioned by the editor to go to Tibet to write about
its golf-links, he expressed some scepticism as to whether
they existed at all, but that the Editor cheerily reassured
him at once by saying, "What matter? You can always
fall back on the GRAND LAMA." As it turned out, golf is
strictly forbidden by the municipal authorities in Lhasa,
hut this did not prevent Mr. Isaac Newton from writing a
series of breezy letters on the costume, poetry and cookery
of the country. Mr. Newton has added fresh lustre to the
somewhat tarnished laurels of his forgotten ancestor.
The Grand Duke Melchior is about to join the ranks of
golfing litterateurs. For some years past, he has kept an
accurate record of every game he has played, with the
number of strokes to each hole, witty remarks made by his
caddies, etc., and these narratives, profusely illustrated with
snapshots by the Grand Duchess, have now been embodied
in a volume with the attractive title, From 150 to 100 ; or,
How I Brought My Handicap Down to 20. Being a strictly
veracious man the Grand Duke has not refrained from
giving the objurgations and expletives wrung from him in
moments of anguish, but in deference to the feelings of the
gentle reader these are all printed in Russian characters.
Mr. Phil. Jungsen, the famous author of Essays of a
Quick Lnncher, Thz Shingles of Pain, and other books
that count, has written a philosophical treatise which
Chickweeds will soon issue under the title . of The Life
Precious, in which the writer maintains that self-rcspecl
can bo maintained only by those who have mastered the an
of expressing themselves with serenity, clarity and pontiiica
finality. Mr. Roland Chickweed, in an open letter to tlu
Press, affirms that the book has moved him to frequen
tears ; and to any one who knows that redoubtable publishe
the assertion speaks volumes for the soul-shaking qualit)
of Mr. Jungsen's prose. The volume will be bound in lini]
moleskin and will contain a portrait of tho author in fane;
dress as Caesar Borgia.
Mr. Lemuel Poi'f, to whom we shall be always gratefu
for his vivid romance, The Man with the Single Spat, ha
completed a new novel which the Odders will shortl1
publish under the alluring title of The Boilers. Mr. Oddei
who ought to know, declares that it is the most arrestin
study of miasmatic decadence that has yet appeared i
English. Mr. Poff, it should be remembered, is the autho
of that memorable reply to a critic who begged him t
abstain from excessive realism. "Why," he gaily observed
"all my books are Bowdlerized — or at least Baudelahized.
Ai'im. 2, 1913.]
PUNCH, OR THE LONDON CHARIVARI.
231
RESOURCE.
(I [mi- Mi. is Browne, wlwss simple appearance attracted too much attention, made herself incompicuoui
at Monte Carlo.)
262
PUNCH, OR THE I/)NDON_CIIAIIIVAKI
[ArniL 2, 1913.
"I BHOULDK'T CRY IP I WERE TOC, LirrtB MAN."
" MUST DO SOMFIKG ; I BF.AN'I OLD ENOUGH TO SWEAR."
THE TUENCOAT.
SMOOTH as spun silk old Nilus gleamed,
The palms, the huts were sleeping,
When suddenly I all but screamed —
Part of my shoe was creeping t
'Twas a chameleon, glossy black
To match the shoe, with traces
Of diaper upon his back,
A meshed and interwoven track
To represent the laces I
He left my shoe and crossed my sock ;
I chuckled, "That'll trouble you 1
That sharp steel-blue, that netted clock
Crowned with a golden W.,
Which stands for ' William,' do you
see?—
'Twas her fair hand that neatly
Embroidered it in filigree — "
I gasped in sheer amazement ; ha
Had matched the thing completely 1
"A mug's game this," ho s?emed to
sigh ;
"Haven't you something harder? "
Then spied my tweeds, and instant! y
Came scrambling up with ardour;
Those tweeds, each thread of which
betrays
The Hebridoan croffcor,
Whose craft alone might bland that
maze
Of filmy greens and silver-greys,
Like lichened rocks (hut softer).
)
" Come now," he muttered, changing
fast,
" We 'vo left the kindergarten :
Here's something worth my while at
last,
Almost as good as tartan."
Then all his limbs together drew
And passed into a coma,
Whence slowly, gradually grow
Each separate thread and lino and hue —
Even the peat aroma 1
WTith all an artist's calm delight
He turned to view the colour —
This grey perhaps a thought too bright ?
At once he made it duller.
Then with an eye that gleamed with zest
He turned towards me — "No\v, Sir,
Pray tell me, could the very best
Tailor in all your woolly West
Have better matched that trouser ? "
Hard by there lay a Morning Post.
There, on a speech of CARSON,
I set him doari amid the host
Of threats of blood and arson.
" Now watch," I cried, "what he will do ;
Mark how the little fellow
Will take the authentic Oran«e hue.
And all his loyal back imbrue
With Ulster's splendid yellow."
His foot was near to " Too the lino ! "
His tail ran down to " Traitor ! "
Aback-bench interjection — " Swino! "
Was hard by his equator.
The change began, a mingled sheen,
Warm hues that, growing cooler,
At length let all his back be soon
One blatant and detested GREEN —
He was a vile Homo Euler I
" When the Duke of Wellington in 1850 was
calling attention to Kngl.ind'.s defenceless con-
dition, just as Lord Roberts is calling attention
to a similar- stato of things to-day, Kendal
supplied a rifle corps in next to no time."
Evening News.
We must all rejoice that Lord ROHERTS
is not so handicapped as was tho Dako
of WELLINGTON in. 1859.
PUNCH. OR THE LONDON GHAIUVARI.— Arnir, 2, 1913.
SETTLED.
DAJIE EUROPA. " YOU 'YE ALWAYS BEEN THE MOST TROUBLESOME BOY IN THE
SCHOOL. NOW GO AND CONSOLIDATE YOURSELF."
TURKEY. "PLEASE, MA'AM, WHAT DOES THAT MEAN?"
DAME EUROPA. " IT MEANS GOING INTO THAT CORNER— AND STOPPING THERE I "
[Sir EDWARD GKKT, la the Ilousa of Commons, lias expressed tho hops that Turkey will now confine its energies to consolidating
itself in Asia Minor.]
Ai-ifir, 2, 1!) l.'J.l
PUNCH, OR THE LONDON ClfAIM V.\ IM.
ESSENCE OF PARLIAMENT.
(KXTKACTKD FROM Till; DlAllY OK TOBY, M.P.)
.
House of Commons, Easter Monday,
—Whilst London makes holiday at
Hampstead and eke at Greenwich the
faithful Commons, like the whining
schoolboy with his satchel and shining
morning face, creep unwillingly to
school at Westminster. Story set afloat
that the Opposition have arrange:!
ambush, meaning at unexpected mo-
ment to swoop down and defeat
Government on snap division. Only
their fun. Fair muster on Ministerial
Benches ; Opposition camp practically
deserted.
Notable absence discovered when, on
looking towards the Chair, Members
find it occupied by DEPUTY SPEAKER.
Universal sorrow on hearing explana-
tion that the SPEAKER has met with
motor accident, spraining his right
wrist and compelling temporary retire-
ment. Nasty accident, but does not
chill glow of native humour. SARK
tells me that since coming down to
House he has received a note from
Si'i:\Ki;u's house, evidently dictated.
By the I ypi'd signature JAMES LOWTHEU
is written " his mark."
As SAHK says, not the first time this
bc'.'ii done. Mr. LOWTHF.K made his
mark long ago as Chairman of Com-
mittees, cutting it deeper when ho
came to the Chair. No light task to
A QUIET DAY AT WESTMINSTER.
sustain traditions of that lofty pedestal.
Success requires possession of rare
qualities seldom centred in an indi-
vidual. Mr. LOWTHER, occasionally
tried in difficult circumstances suddenly
sprung upon the Chair, has never been
found wanting.
In spite of slack attendance (perhaps
by reason of it) great stroke of business
accomplished. First Order of Day,
Report of Vote on Account for trifle
excesding thirty-four million sterling
for Civil Service and Revenue Depart-
ments. Vote for reduction formally
moved with object of raising debate on
j various Labour questions. Not pressed
I to a division and money asked for
granted.
Army votes came next, making pro-
vision for 185,600 men of all ranks
comprising land forces. Bit of a breeze
between JOYNSON-HICKS and WAU
MINISTER on subject of aeroplanes.
After long silence under charges of
traitorous neglect of National safety in
matter of military aviation, SICKLY the
other day confounded hostile critics by
plain tale showing that so far from
being behind other nations in this
respect the country is for its own
special purposes actually ahead of
possible rivals. For a while this gave
' pause to patriots rooted in conviction
that in no conceivable circumstances
can their own country chance to be on
the right path.
To-night JOYNSON-HICKS out again
on the old hunt. SEELY stated that
the Service had at its command 101
aeroplanes of the highest capacity and
efficiency.
"Yes," said JOYNSON-HICKS shrewdly,
" but can they fly ? "
For a moment this inquiry cast
damper over House. DUHNIKG-LAW-
KENCE, looking on from Distinguished
Strangers' Gallery, remembered that in
line of thought and turn of phrase it is
not quite original. In slightly differing
form BACON used it in a famous scene
from King Henry IV.
"I can call spirits from the vasty
deep," Glendowcr boasted.
"But will they come when you do call
for them ? " retorted practical-mindo I
Hotspur. (War Office has at command
101 Hying machines. But can they
fly?)
Confidence re-established by SEELY'B
emphatic reply and vote agreed to
without division.
Business done. — A good deal.
Tuesday. — Colonel WESTON, r.e\\ly
returned for Kendal, presented himself
to take oath and scat. Caution of
old campaigner indicated by fact that
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PUNCH, OR THE LONDON CHASIVARL
[Arair, 2, 1913.
ho selected for bodyguard two of the
tallest, most stalwart Members. Cir-
cumstances of his election peculiar.
Standing as Candidate wearing the
colours of a Tarty which, as Lord
DERBY said the other day, is firmly
i c-united on Tariff Reform question, ho
declared himself a Free Trader, aad was
straightway renounced by t ho Tarty
Organisation. His reception conse-
quently dubious in i.^ticipation.
Walking up to Table between CAVEN-
DISH BENTINCK and SANDERSON— Duke
of York Columns of the Unionist Part)-—
his figure, unduly stunted by contrast,
was at least safe. When thus escorted
he crossed the Bar, there burst forth
a demonstration without parallel in
memory of oldest Member. The
COLONEL bad not only beaten off the
Liberal Candidate, but had increased
the Unionist majority. Following
ordinary practice, hero was established
claim to a Party welcome even wanner
than ordinary. \ .
Opposition remained ominously dumb.
Uncanny silence was, after almost im-
perceptible pause, broken by hilarious
burst of cheering from the Ministerialists,
echoed from benches below Gangway
opposite crowded by Irish National-
ists. Cheering, mingled with laughter,
continued during the march to the
Table; renewed when new Member
was introduced to SPEAKKB and retired
to find a place among the silent ranks
of the Opposition.
CLERK OF THE HOUSE unexpectedly
rounded off excellent bit of fooling. As
soon as Member for Kendal disappeared
Orders of the Day were called on. Sir
GOURTENAT J.LBERT, rising, named the
first on list —
" Mental Deficiency Bill."
This one of those little jokes whose
subtlety, inexplicable to outsiders,
hugely delights Members. To attempt
to dissect it would be hopeless. There
it was. Renewed roar of laughter
burst forth. Joined in by Opposition,
it exceeded in heartiness what had gone
before.
Business done. — Consolidated Fund
Bill read a second time. FOREIGN SEC-
RETARY seized opportunity of making
important statement heralding speedy
settlement of War in the Balkans.
Wednesday. — " Such larks," as Joe
Gargcry used to say to Pip in their
confidential chats.
House met in anticipation of hearing
the WINSOME WINSTON expound his
Naval policy for forthcoming year.
Benches crowded, notably on Opposi-
tion side. Before WINSTON rose
Ministers thought it well to get the
Consolidated Fund Bill through Com-
mittee stage. A mere formality.
Opposition had had full run on Second
Reading. So with light heart House
rot into Committee.
' "Clause I.," said the Chaivman. "The
question is that Clause I. stand part of
the Bill."
Ministerialists hardly took the trouble
to cry " Yes 1 " Of course it would be
agreed to, seeing that it is the opera-
tive clause without which the Bill must
ho dropped and the whole services of
the State, civil and military, come to a
standstill. Sharp on the perfunctory
'•Yes I " of Ministerialists followed
thunderous cry of " No ! " from the
massed ranks in Opposition.
The new boy from Kondal.
Sudden light broke over Treasury
Bench. Trapped again! Opposition
evidently mustered in full number.
Ministerialists, not suspecting danger,
were at the moment actually in a
minority. If division were forthwith
taken the Government would bo de-
feated, and must go, carrying with
them the tottered fabric of their ini-
quitous schemes.
BOOTH, fresh from protecting
ATTORNEY - GENERAL in Committee
Room from attack by DENNISON
FABER, saved the situation. If division
could bo delayed for half-an-hour,
even fifteen minutes, the straggling
stream of Ministerialists would add
sufficient force to swamp the Opposition.
Even as he spoke, amid useful inter-
ruption which nndesignedly helped to
serve his purpose, it seemed it was already
achieved. ILLING WORTH, running in from
Whips' room, was understood to bring
tidings that the majority was assured.
"To mak siccar," as the Scottish
chieftain explained when he went back
to thrust his dirk in the throat of the
king's enemy already slain, MASTEHMAN
rose to n Id a few words. Interposition
met by angry cries from gentlemen
opposite who saw their triumph slip-
ping away. These merged in roar of
execration when MASTEBMAN scornfully
alluded to "some things too discredit-
able even for a discredited Opposition."
There followed uproarious scene,
ended by a division which gave the
Government, but lately in extreme
peril, a majority of 39.
After this it was something of an
anti-climax for MOORE of North Armagh
to get suspended for describing action
of MASTKRMAN as " a piece of disgraceful
trickery," and for ALBERT MARKHAM,
not to be out of the joy-ride, to
beseech honourable gentlemen opposite
" not to make the House of Commons
into a pot-house."
On successive divisions Government
majority ran up to 113 and 133. Order
reigned in Westminster. But eight
o'clock had struck when, in a com-
paratively thin House, WINSTON rose
to make his long-expected speech.
Business done.— Consolidated Fund
Bill passed through Committee and
Report stages. FIRST LORD OF
ADMIRALTY explained Navy Votes.
" SING A SONG OF-
(From the Treble-Dutch)
["The directors of the Naamloozo Vennoot-
schap Maatschappy tot Mynbosch en Land-
bouwexploitatio in Langkat, Sumatra, have
declared a first interim dividend of 0110 tael
per share." — Daily Express.]
ONCE to cut a little dash
Uncle James — unlike Papa te-
nacious grown of hoarded cash — •
Flung his savings in the Naamlooze
.Vennootschap Maatschappy tot
Mynbosch en Landbouwexploitatie.
"Soon, I hope," cries George, "we'll
wed !
Listen 1 " — Kate, beside her ma, tea
Over, waits and hears it said, •
" I 've a holding in the Naamlooze
Vennootschap Maatschappy tot
Mynbosch en Landbouwexploitatie.
Odd — our whims ! As Aunt and friend,
Golfing near their German spa, tee
Up, dear Aunt resolves to send
At once for holdings in the Naam-
looze Vennootschap Maatschappy
tot Mynbosch 011 Landbouwex-
ploitatie.
•» * * * *
Uncle trills a joyous lay ;
George, with lover-like (ha ! ha !) te-
merity, demands " the day."
Auntie's rich. All thank the Naam-
looze Vennootschap Maatschappy
tot Mynbosch en Landbouwex-
ploitatie.
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'Bee-master (to pupil wlw IMS just bruslied off bee which IMS stung him). " AH ! YOU SHOULDN'T DO THAT ; THE BEE WILL DIE NOW.
YOU SHOULD HAVE HELPED HER TO EXTRACT HEB STING, WHICH IS SP1BALLY BABBED, BY GENTLY TUBNING HER BOUND AND BOUND."
Pupil. "ALL VERY WELL FOB YOU, BUT HOW DO I KNOW WHICH WAY SHE UNSCREWS?"
THE ADDEESS.
HAROLD is on3 of the very worst
imbeciles I have ever met.
I don't say this merely because I
happen to live with him, but after a
long course of infallible proof*
My friend Mrs. Weston gives dances,
but in other respects she is quite nice.
I dined there three weeks ago and was
secured for one of her dances. As I
was going away, she said :
" Can you bring another man with
you?"
I thought a moment. " Yes," I said,
" I will bring Harold, alive or dead."
" Give me his name and address, then,
and I '11 send him a card."
Harold believes that he has given up
dancing. When he received the card
he looked as if his past had risen and
struck him in the face. When I ex-
plained, I thought he was going to do
the same for me.
" 1 'in sorry," I said, " but I 've
promised you now."
" You talk as if you were my god-
fathers and godmothers," he said
bitterly.
" No," I said, " only your fairy god-
mother. One man can't do every-
thing ; but I assure you both Mrs.
Weston and her dances are charming,
and as for the supper, rcchcrclid isn't
the word for it."
" I 'm glad of that," said Harold,
" for it is a bad word."
Finally he consented to go.
I spent the next ten days asking
Harold whether he had answered the
invitation. On the eleventh he actually
began toying with some notepaper. I
was just going out when this occurred,
but I stayed to dictate a nice apologetic
little note about his having just got
back from Switzerland, and wrap it up
in a neat envelope.
As I went out he shouted after me :
" What 's the address ? "
Our cards had been lost and I have
never remembered an address in my
life. I have only one answer to such
questions.
" Look it up," I said, " in the
Telephone Directory."
When I came back he had an air of
guilty self-satisfaction.
" Did you post that letter, Harold ? "
I asked sternly.
" I did," said Harold.
Some days later I found a letter on
Harold's plate from the KING. It was
marked " .Returned Postal Packet."
Harold carne down at last ; and his
face as he opened it was a study of
innocent wonderment.
" Gracious ! " he said. " Look at
that ! "
He handed the contents to me, and
I looked. It was a rather tired-looking
letter addressed as follows : —
MKS. WESTOX,
94023 Post Office
HAMPSTEAD.
Harold did not go to the dance alive
after all ; but I very nearly took him
dead.
" It may be trite and common-place, though
fitting, to quote the well-known Wordsworthian
couplet that the ' lives of great men all remind
us how to make our lives sublime." "
Hamilton Advertiser.
No, no ; these Wordsworthian couplets
are always fresh to us.
"Lost, Tuesday, between Wallasey-rd.,
Moseley-avenue, Valkyrie-rd. Finder suitably
rewarded." — Aavt. i» "Liverpool Eclto."
Oh, the many days we have lost and
never hope to have again 1 (Senti-
mental reflection.)
From a description of the Labrador
retriever in Tlie Gamekeeper : —
" The tail should ba on the short side."
It looks better on the end.
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PUNCH, Oil THE LONDON CHAE1VATJ.
[APRIL 2. 1913.
"THE HAPPY ISLAND."
(.1 Memory, in Two Scenes, of
Mr. J. B. FAG AX'S play
at His Majesty's.)
SCENE I. — A Room in Andrew
inington's lionst. Andrew and his
Wife are discovered chat tiny over
tlieir coffee.
Andrew. By the way, dear, if you
can spare me a moment, I should just
like to tell you about my island.
Clair (bored). Why?
Andrew. Well, dash it, the audience
has got to know somehow. Besides,
you invested that hundred for me in
Aerated Breads so cleverly when I was
away that I have decided to consult
you in all my business affairs iti future.
Clair. Oh, go on.
Andrew. Well, briefly the situation is
this. There's a pitch-blende mine in
this island, and if I could only get the
natives to work it I could make millions.
But they won't ; they 're afraid of it.
I tried for eight months to make them,
and it was no good. (Coming closer to
her.) But, darling, a very strange
thing happened to me in those eight
months. I don't know if it was some-
tiling in the air ... or in the pitch-
blende ... or what, but I found that
I loved you. Clair, dear —
Clair. Don't be absurd, Andrew. You
must know it 's useless.
Andrew (gripping her It/ tlic arm).
Useless? What do you mean? (His
mind working rapidly.) lla ! You love
another! I guessed as much. Some-
body rang you up from the Bath Club
just now — that 's always suspicious.
Who is lie?
Clair (fiercely). Unhand me, Andrew.
Our guests may arrive at any moment.
[Enter Derek Arden disguised as
Sir IIiiBBKBT TBKK.
Derek. Good evening, Mrs.Remmiug-
ton.
Clair (loudly). Be careful! He
knows all !
Derek. Ah! (To Andrew) Good even-
ing, Bemmington. I've just been
hearing at the Bath Club— (Andrew
.iturts) — about your trouble with the
natives. What you ought to do is to
send a really fine figure of a man out
there to persuade them that lie is a
god. Then he could make the men
obey him. (Apologetically.) It sounds
Billy, I know.
(letting his opportunity). All
right. You go.
Derek (surprised). Me!
Andrew. And I'll give you thirty
housand pounds if you succeed.
Dei-ck (to himself). Thirty thousand !
Let me see ... I owe seventeen and
sixpence in fines at the Bath Club .
and twenty thousand to my other
creditors . . . and live and uiuopence
to (Aloud) May I first talk it over
with your wife?
Andrew. Do. [Exit.
Clair (throwing herself in his arms).
Derek, darling!
Derek. Did you notice that? He
wants to get rid of me. (Thoughtfully)
Still thirty thousand is a lot of money.
Clair. How can you leave me, if you
love me ? Take me away witli you.
Derek. My dear, I don't think you
realise what a bad man I am. My
reputation is notorious ; I have been
kicked out of the Stock Exchange; I
am a well-known cheat at cards; I
Clair. But you 're still a member of
the Bath Club, dear 1
TIIE RIVAL DEITIES.
Derek (thoughtfully). True. There
is that. . . . Still, I'm a waster. I
should only drag you down.
Clair. Well, anyhow, I shall insist
on coming out to you in the Third Act.
The public will expect it.
Derek. I think you 're right, dear.
Till then — good-bye. (They embrace.)
CURTAIN.
SCENE II. — The Island. At the
entrance to a cave leading into
the mine, an enormous stone idol
stands, reminding one faintly of
various friends. Derek is dis-
covered u'ith his two companions
—Baxter, an engineer, and Hall,
an artist.
Derek. I think all is ready now, if
you will kindly summon the natives.
As soon as they are here, 1 shall blow
the idol up with dynamite and emerge
mysteriously from the cave. The
illusion will be helped by the fact that
the natives have not yet seen me ; and
they will take me for a god.
Hall. But they've seen Baxter and
mo for four days, and they '11 know
that you 'ro just an Englishman like us.
Derek (coldly). You forget that
you 've been wearing while shirts with
your riding breeches, and I 'ra wearing
a blue, one. Besides (with dignity)
L "in not just like you. (Proudly) I 'm
an ... actor-manager.
Baxter. Ye dinna ken, mon —
Hall (in surprise). Are you a Scots-
man?
Baxter. Yes . . . when I remember.
[Derek retires into the cavs. Enter
the natives in costumes calculated
not to shock. Then seat themselves
in a ring before the idol.
Hall. Ladies and gentlemen, I must
request your kind attention for the per-
formance, which is now about to begin.
I don't suppose you can understand a
word I 'm saying, but no matter. Wo
are about to present to you a new god.
At the word " go I " your idol will fall
down and a gentleman in a blue shirt
will appear in its place. Kindly wor-
ship him. Is the dynamite ready,
Baxter? ... Go!
[There is a loud explosion. The idol
falls down, and Sir IlKiuuaiT
TitEis appears at the mouth of the
cave.
Natives (much moved, but mistaking
his identity). Waller, waller, waller,
waller, waller. Wow-wow. Waller,
waller.
Hall. No, you idiots, it 's TIIEK !
Derek (holding out his hands to them).
Be not afraid 1 am the greatest of
actor-mana — I mean, I am a great god.
(Going iip to one of the natives) See,
yoi cannot kill me. Take your spear
and try
Rai.C'e. (doubtfully). I don't want to
ruin the play, Sir HERBERT.
Derek (annoyed). You fool, this is
hypnotism. (To the other natives) See,
he cannot hurt me. I am your father
and mother and brother and uncle and
second cousin by marriage. Worship me.
Natives. Waller-waller. Wow-wow.
Buna-hurra.
They worship him for six months.
£ $ :Ii * :!: _ #
Hall (to Baxter six months later).
Well, how are things going on?
Baxter. They adore him. They do
whatever he tells them. They work in
the mine or listen to his Pleasant After-
noon Chats with equal willingness.
Hall (appalled). Do they have to do
both ? I mean . . . there ought to be
a choice.
Baxter. The mine is verra, verra
deadly. Nobody would work in it if
he had a choice.
Hall. Ah, you haven't heard one of
his talks. Listen !
Derek (to natives.) I will now tell
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"President POIXCAHIJ h:is promised to t.ikc part this month in a delightful ceremony at tho old school at Bar-le-Duo. All tha
members still living who formed in ISTil tho Classo do lihetoriquo are to meet in the sarno class-room . . . aud reconstitute for an
hour tha scene of thirty-seven years ago."
Mr. A. It. GILKES, M.A., Headmaster of Dulwich College, in an interview said, "As to tho possibility of President PorxCAn£'s
rx.'imple lining followed in England ... I think that it would stimulate them in every kind of way ; and certainly it would delight tha
' — Daily 1'aper.
you about death. Dcatli is only sleep.
The morning comes after the night.
Twice two is — (rising to liis full height
and put liny his hand on his breast)
fei --bore. My children, I am a great
prophet. Isaiah and I do say things.
Life, my children, is not death . . .
and to-morrow to-day will be yester-
day. Nc plus -ultra.
n,i.rter (clinging obstinately to his
point). But the mine is very deadly
too!
Natives. Wow- wow. Burra-burra.
(iii'ut god. [Ejxiwt.
l.>mk (to Hall). What shall I do
now '.' Shall 1 say some funny things
about, this picture of yours, and make
tlid pit laugh ; or shall I plunge into
the mine to rescue a suffocated native
and make the gallery clap? 1 feel
I ought to do something. (Decides to
</<> Imtli.) Er — which way up is your
picture?
Hall (remembering jttxt in time, that
Drivk xit ml liis life in South Africa).
Hii-hii! \An e.rploiion in heard.
I fere/,-. An explosion — splendid! And
i:»w I can rescue somebody. (He. dashes
into mine unil returns icithdying native.)
\ Mnler Glair in evening dress.
Cliiir. My hero!
l>erek (astonished). Glair! This sur-
prises even me, and (proudly) I have
had a good deal of experience of the
stage.
('/((/>. It's quite simple, dear. I
came out with my husband in a cruiser.
I don't know why he let me come, but
we 've just arrived. And I put on my
thin satin shoes with tho high heels,
and climbed up through tha forest
to where I saw your beacon light.
Haven't I kept my shoes clean ?
Enter Andrew Eemmington.
Andrew. Ah, so you've succeeded in
working the mine, I hear ?
Derek. Eemmington, that mine shall
never work. It is a deadly place.
Close it down.
Andrew. Certainly not !
Derek (nobly). Then you can keep
your thirty thousand pounds . . . and —
er — my creditors can keep their I.O.U.'s.
The natives trust mo, and I shall lead
them in revolt against you. They trust
me, and I shall not send them to their
death in your mine.
Andrew (annoyed). In that case I
shall ask the cruiser to train some
guns on you. [Exit.
[The guns arc heard. Enter natal
officers and bluejackets. A brisk
fight with the natives takes 2>lace,
first one side and then the other
(and then Glair) gaining a strategic
position in front of the audience.
Derek (to the audience as he. whizzes
across the stage). If I am killed, tell
Glair that 1 still love her.
[The native death-song is heard, and
Derek Arden's body is brought in.
Captain Bainbrig (sadly). Alas, poor
Derek! I know him well ... at the
Bath Club. (Cheerily) Well, what
about getting home now ?
The Audience (rising). Good I
CUBTAIN. A. A. M.
IF FLOWERS HAD GHOSTS.
IF flowers had ghosts, that thin perfume
Of buds long picked should haunt your
room —
Your room that dreams in ancient
way,
Where beaux have knelt with
Spring's bouquet
For belles in silk- of Jacquard's loom ;
When wintry fields are bare of bloom
They 'd come a-tremble from the tomb ;
You 'd love them when the skies were
gray,
If flowers had ghosts !
So now, when April fires the broom
And cowslips clamber up the coomb,
You would not — this I greatly pray—
Forget the friends of yesterday,
Who spoke of her in days of gloom,
If flowers had ghosts ?
" Jingling Bells, which arrest attention and
hring on popularity, I/-."
Advl. in " TJie Gleaner."
The great thing is to get a good start
before the popularity actually ai rives.
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PUNCH, OR THE LONDON CHARIVARI.
[ArrviL 2, 1913.
ON Till': BEAUTY OF HAVING
TWO DENTISTS.
I USED to employ them alternately,
with the strictest impartiality. I may
say that 1 have never had the slightest
preference for one over the other. Ad-
mittedly, A. has a much better selection
of maga/incs in his waiting-room, and
I also prefer his conversation, which is
remarkably intelligent. But B. fully
compensates for that by the excellence
of the view from the window opposite
his chair, and, besides, ho takes two
daily papers. I first gave up the
alternative method when B. came to
grief over a golden crown which he
jammed on to one of my back teeth,
driving it home with a hammer at con-
siderable personal inconvenience to me.
When it came off at the end of three
weeks, I should, of course, have gone
back to B. It was his crown, and it
was his business to see it through. But
I was annoyed about it, and I went to
A. It appeared that he had a very
poor opinion of gold crowns. After that
I introduced a method of recognising
merit, which seemed to me perfectly
fair to both of them. On the whole
I may say that it has worked well.
Whenever either of them can put me
right for a clear run without toothache
for six months or more — I have abom-
inable teeth — I go back to him on the
next occasion. But if the run is less
than six months I go to the other.
You will observe that the scoring is
rather after the style of that adopted at
Racquets or Fives. You are " in" just
as long as you can keep on making
points.
A. and B. are of course quite un-
known to each other. I maintain the
strictest reticence with each of them as
to my dental adventures with his col-
league. Even in the case of the crown
I offered no explanation as to how it
had got there. But "I always like to
observe the eager way in which they
begin by making a hasty survey of my
mouth to see what has happened there
since they last inspected it. And I
always imagine them— amiable as they
both are in temperament — to be won-
dering why it is that in the intervals
between my visits I allow some in-
competent bungler to interfere. Per-
haps one or other would protest, but
then of course they don't know who it
is. It might be the greatest swell in
the trade— I mean to say one of the
leading specialists.
The upshot is that my teeth are well
looked after. Ignorant as the two
rivals are of the precise method of
scoring, they are both jolly keen to
score. They hunt out every vestige of
decay in my mouth and pounce upon
the slightest discrepancy. And if one
of them can find a hole that has been
missed by the other, he simply gloats.
I sometimes fear that this healthy
competition may be carried too far.
I mean lo say that there is a danger
that they will begin stopping sound
teeth as a precautionary measure, for
fear tho other follow will get hold of
them. I don't want to accuse either of
them of being mercenary, but you see
I am a sort of little gold-mine to any
dentist.
And then I like to observe their
little differences in style and tempera-
ment. A. is eminently dashing and
vigorous and scores rapidly all round
the mouth. He likes to have three or
four teeth in hand at the same time,
covering up one while he visits another.
He is never sure about B.'s stoppings.
He doesn't think them durable. He
sometimes puts in some punishing
work with the drill, but he always
makes a point of giving you due notice
before he hurts you. B. hurts you first
and then apologises; he hasn't the
same pluck. He is afraid that if he
gives you any warning you will get out
of hand. He is a very sympathetic,
cautious, plodding sort of fellow, and
he is never sure about A. 'a stoppings;
he doesn't think them durable. If he
has a fault it is that he is altogether
too fond of that beastly little wire, like
a pipe-cleaner, with which he prods for
hidden nerves.
It depends partly on one's mood.
There are days when I can thoroughly
enter into the bustle and exhilaration
of A.'s impetuous attack; there are
days when I would rather entrust
myself to the soothing hand of B.
The score is 5 all at present and the
game is 7 up.
THE CHEMIST'S DREAM.
THREE stars shone out with a baleful
glare,
Scarlet and green and blue,
And a medley of perfumes smote the air,
Lavender, musk and rue.
And the chemist shook, for a nameless
fright
Harried his evening walk,
And his face grew palo in tho ghostly
_light,
Like camphorated chalk.
He was sick to death, he was sore afraid,
For he knew from his sense of smell
That he 'd come to the dread phenacetin
glade
"Where the Htcmogoblins dwell.
Swift and light as the wind-blown chaff
They crowded the path he trod,
With a shriek of joy and a ghoulish laugh
That cracked like a senna pod.
He heard the patter of elfin shoes,
As he fled in that breathless sprint,
And he felt the grip of a deft-flung noose
Of salicylic lint.
They have trussed him tight with boric
gauze
To a eucalyptus tree,
With a loofah gag betwixt his jaws
And a bandage round his knee.
Cold ran his blood as a toilet cream,
And the sweat like a perfume spray,
When he saw the glycero-phosphates
gleam
And the trail of powders grey.
From a Calcutta catalogue : —
" Bioscope is a wonderful machine. Light
in it in the night and wind up the machine it
will present a living scene, a terrible fight in
the field the soldiers are fighting with lance
spear and sword. The horses are running with
the speed of a lightning, some are groving for
their lives so for about battle. This is not all •
Want you to eye persuit of dear and other
ferocious beasts in a chase, sweeming over the
busom of an undulating river."
We shall be delighted.
From the programme of the Wy-
combe Electroscope : —
"Shakespeare's Great Play— The Three
Musketeers."
Sir EDWIN BURNING-LAWRENCE has
gone to High Wycombe to investigate.
" Bootmaker wanted, to make Boots."
Advt. in "J'enrith Observer.'
And not to feed the goldfish.
And he thought with grief of the life
he 'd led,
Of his homo20pathic pills,
Of the times he had stolen a doctor's
bread
Prescribing for coughs and chills ;
Of the poor little babes who tossed and
turned
In their eagerness to toothe,
Diminutive mites who yowled and
yearned
For syrups that really soothe.
And he groaned as he thought of the
stout and spare
Who 'd sampled his make-shift stuff,
Of the bald old colonels who hoped for
hair
On the strength of a printed puff.
Then away to covert the goblins race,
But the chief of the pygmy band
Draws near with a smile 'on his wizened
face
And a nightlight in his hand.
The fuse is fired, the flamelets start
On their journey of spark and smoke —
When just at the really crucial part
The chemist suddenly woke.
J. M. S.
APIUL 2, 1913.]
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Impatient Owner of Broken-down Car. "WHERE THE MISCHIEF ARE you GOIXG NOW WITH THAT LAMP?"
Lately Converted Groom-Chauffeur. " WELL, SIB, THAT SHOVEB AS WAS 'EBB JUST NOW TOLD ME A3 "ow I "D LOST MY COMPBES-
BION, AND I WAS JUST GOING BACK TO SEE IP I COULD FIND IT ALONG THE ROAD."
OUR BOOKING-OFFICE.
(By Mr. Punch's Staff of Learned Clerks.)
MH. JEKFERY FARNOL is the Eed Quesn. Never have I
been hurried along in such amazing fashion as I was by the
author of The Amateur Gentleman (SAMPSON Low), who,
taking 1110 with one hand, and Barnabas Early with the
other, showed how the son of John Barty (ex-champion of
England and landlord of " The Coursing Hound ") came in
for a legacy of seven hundred thousand pounds, went forth
from liis home and, confuting his father's prophecy, became
not the least of the Eegency bucks. Egad, Sirs! but we
went the pace. Foiled villains, now aristocrats, now cut-
purses, fell away behind us like hoof-spurned mud ; romantic
assignations, rescues of the fair, we took in our easy stride;
Bow Street runners shouted helplessly in our wake; we
diced, we steeplechased, we duelled, for all but six hundred
pages without a pause for a lemon or a sponge. And, oh,
the brave spirit and the air of it all. Mr. JEFFEKY FARNOL
flicks aside probability with an elegant handkerchief; be
takes a coincidence as easily as a pinch of snuff. He
arranges to restore a long -lost daughter or frustrate a
murder between two mouth fuls of a mighty round of beef.
Well, well. And if we didn't see Barnabas Barty walking
arm-in-arm with the First Gentleman in Europe at the end,
we married him at least to the fairest lady in England, and
what more do you want than that ? But I can tell you I
was devilish out of breath before it was done.
In The Combined Maze (HUTCHINSON) Miss MAY SIN-
CLAIR lias given us a story of sombre and relentless realism,
set in the unpromising scenery of Wandsworth and of
Southfields, that "Paradise of Little Clerks." That the
lower middle classes may furnish as good a theme as you
can want for high romance she abundantly proved in The
Divine Fire ; but here she rejects all beauty of imagination,
except in the character of one girl, a sort of serious Wendy,
who mothers the young man of the book. This hero, a
shining light of the Polytechnic Gymnasium, belongs to a
type hitherto, as far as I know, unexplored. A keen and
clean-hearted enthusiast for physical culture, with definite
ideals of " decency " and a profound contempt for all forms
of " ilabbiness," he is the last person you would expect to
fall under the fascination of a merely erotic woman. Yet
he commits this error ; and, foreseeing the possible result
(as they never do in books or on the- stage), he insists,
against her will, in trying to repair his mistake by marriage.
In the end his very virtue, assisted by the worst of luck, is
his undoing.
I am so familiar with Miss SINCLAIR'S power of projecting
herself, by sheer force of imagination, into circumstances
of which she cannot have had any personal knowledge that
I was quite prepared for her to give me a very probable
account of the sort of event in which I am certain that she
never took an active part — namely, a hurdle-race. Buff
for once her creative gift was at fault. I can assure her,
from experience, that in such competitions a runner's
attention is too closely fixed upon his immediate purpose
to be distracted by the waving of any woman's handker-
chief. Perhaps she will also accept my authority for the
statement that there is no tram-line that goes to Putney
Heath. But these are very small trifles ; and for all that
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[ArniL 2, 1913.
matters Miss SINCLAIR has a deadly surencss of touch.
One defect, however, she retains. In her passionate anxiety
(o he masculine at all costs, she is apt to overlook the host
feature of the male mind — its regard for reticence.
The house-party that Arnold Calthrop assembled at
Monkshill must have been a singularly unpleasant one for
everybody, but more especially for Madeline Ncmnarch.
The position was that Arnold and his wifa Lily detested
each other, but, in order that sufficient show of respect-
ability might be kept up to allow of his inclusion in a
Radical Cabinet, they had agreed to join forces for this
entertainment. Now Lily, who, besides being a fool, drank
heavily, had taken a violent fancy to Madeline and insists
that the lattcr's presence was the only thing that would
keep her responsible during the week. The trouble was
that Madeline, as nice a woman as need be, had already
fallen violently in love with Calllirop and he with her. So
there you are I What -should M. do? I may add that
the situation occurs in The liinlit Honourable Gentleman
(CONSTABLE), to which Mr. W. E. Nomus has brought all
the facility and lightness of
touch trrat have so long en-
deared "him to an enormous
public. So you can rest as-
sured that the Monkshill
shoot is excellent fun for
the reader ; but as a partici-
pant— no, I should have had
a telegram on the first morn-
ing ! What came of it all I
won't reveal ; the interest is
so well kept up by a suffici-
ency of unexpected incidents
that I should ho spoiling
your pleasure. There is at
least one character, Caltlirop
himself, the ex-Conservative
who became a Radical-
Socialist, that ssems worthy
of a bigger setting : but Mr.
NORRIS has chosen to make
only a sketch of him. This
he has done very well; while the attitude of his country
neighbours towards the " traitor " is wholly realistic.
Considering that Mr. FBANKFOBT JMoonr/s latest book
is almost wholly concerned with Miss FANNY BUBNEY'S
Evelina, he is perhaps justified in calling it Fanny's First
Novel (HUTCHINSON). I assume, of course, that Mr.
BF.RNABD SHAW, as a matter of courtesy, was invited to
attend the christening. I have so often praised Mr.
MOORE'S books that I feel licensed to make a complaint
about this one. Why then, in the name of an admirer of
Miss BUBNEY, docs he represent her brother as a mere
buffoon ? Poor JAMES, with his " nautical " wink and clap-
trap, is nothing more nor less than a figure of fun, and of
very insipid fun at that. In telling the story of the pro-
duction of Evelina Mr. MOORE succeeds in conveying the
excitement of a first creation, but for the rest he is little
more successful in his attempt to make fact into fiction
than most novelists are in trying to make fiction read as if
it were fact. I like him best when he is not dealing with
the " delightful circle which includes such interesting per-
sonages as Mrs. Thrale, Dr. Johnson, Sir Joshua Reynolds.
Mvid Garrick," etc. ; but that does not prevent me from
«lvismg those who are inquisitive about Miss BUBNEY to
read this novel— always provided that they have never had
the curiosity to read Miss BUBNEY herself.
TURKEY (JUST) IN EUROPE.
Mr. E. F. BENSON keeps us learned clerks very busy, but,
as far as I at any rate am concerned, ho is welcome. He
has an almost uncanny and certainly delightful insight into
people's mental insides and, except that he can never deny
himself an aristocratic lineage or two, he deals in those
commonplace souls with which for the most part we have
to live and which wo want to understand. There are plenty
of them in The Weaker Vessel (HEINEMANN), and there is
also a very disturbing clement in the less usual Harry
Whiltalccr, the brilliant dramatist. Meteoric success in any
line is an easy and frequent affair in novels, but in his case
it is amply justified and compensated ; his greatness is not
thrust upon him but is part of his nature, his weak and
vicious self. The unswerving affection of his wife, a virtue
admirable in life but dullish to contemplate in the ordinary
way, is made remarkable hero by her intimate knowledge of
his failings, his love of the bottle and the other woman in
particular. Eleanor is as startling, yet credible, as Harry
up to a point ; it is only when she takes to the stage and
leaps into immediate and remunerative popularity herself
that one begins to have one's doubts of her. This she should
never have done or been
allowed to do; it interferes
with one's enjoyment of Mr.
.BENSON'S deft analysis of a
gifted author's exterior and
interior circumstances, a
thing which everyone who
has ever set pen to paper
(and who has not, nowa-
days?) will thoroughly ap-
preciate. There arc.l reckon,
about 132,650 words in the
book, but only one of them I
am inclined to criticise.
Marian Anstruthcr, wicked,
wicked woman though she
was, had no business, even
when confronted with her
wickedness, to bow "steelily."
Except for that one lapse,
she was a splendid figure
and by far the most real of
the theatrical celebrities who intervened. Even in cold
print she fascinated rne dangerously.
A Good Offer.
" An educated and well-accomplished girl wanted for a boy
aged '26, whose wife has recently died with Pneumonia. Tho boy
is Ui ghar Kapur, strong, stout and beautiful."
Advt. in "Lahore Trilime."
We thought for a moment that "ghar Kapur" meant
" round the waist," but obviously it doesn't.
From the Easter Signalling Notes issued to Territorials
of the London Division : —
" Smoking is allowed as long as it does not interfere with the work,
but when the D.S.O. or any senior officers approach tho station it
would be as well if they were removed for the time .being."
We hope somebody will ask a question about this direct
incitement to mutiny.
'This is the reason why Montenegro, while allowing the Aivli-
bishop of Pmrend to inquire about the alleged murder of a Catholic
priest near Ipek, has objected to an Austrian Consul being despatched
with him."— Daily Telegraph.
We suspect that the chief objection to his being despatched
with the Catholic priest came from the Austrian Consul.
Amir. <>, ]!ti:j.]
1TNCH. (,)li TIIH LONDON CIIAIM V.MM.
273
CHARIVARIA.
THK ]'i!ixcn OP WAT.KS
ido a
lightning totir of Frankfurt (ho other
cluy, exploring the cathedral in five
iniiiulcs, and there is some talk of
milking him an honorary American.
•:•• •::
A Bill lo prohibit the use of motor-
cars for (he conveyance of electors to
or from the poll has heen introduced l>\
Sir CHAHLMS HKNKY. It is, of course,
extremely annoying to bo
continually asked to lend
one's car for this purpose.
It is denied that Admiral
Sir PIMICY SCOTT intends to
seek election for Parliament.
He is reported to have ex-
pressed the view that the
best, Admirals do not enter
Parliament.
n* *P
Complaint has heeu made
on the grouse moors in the
(llcnesk district of Fprfar-
shire that the birds fly away
at the noisy approach of an
aeroplane. The military au-
thorities express the opinion
thai the grouse will gradually
become accustomed to the
flying machines. Should this
not prove to he the case, the
air branch of our army will
of course be dropped, for it
must not bo allowed to
interfere with sport.
The steam cutter of II. M.S.
Imptrieuse, the depot ship at
Portland, was missing one
ilay lasl week, and it was
ascertained- by a diver that
she had rubbed a hole in her
side against the piles of the
coaling dock, and then filled
and gone down. Locally it
is considered a clear case of
suicide, for the Impcrieuse
wus to be sold out of the
service next month, and the
cutter evidently preferred
dishonour.
A pathetic incident is reported from | takes place and a husband discovers
Peterborough. In the stomach of ti one fine, morning that his wife h;m
bullock which was slaughtered there gone out in his golfing suit 1
were found a sovereign, a shilling, and •'••^•'
a halfpenny. The poor beast is sup- • Any allemp1 to brighten up the
posed to have been putting money by "Hatches, Mutches and Dispatches"
for his old age, and il is hard that lie Columns of our newspapers is to bo
should have died without being able to
enjoy bis little savings. . .
Oh, these modern mothers ! Kitty,
welcomed, urul we tender our guileful
thanks to the couple whose marriage
was announced in '/'//<• 'I'inirn last we el;
under the heading, " J;INK-CTKK." If
the giraffe at the Zoo, is refusing to. ever there was ' an ideal union, surely
- we have it here.
. From Senlis, in Franco,
comes the news of the dis-
appearance in the night of
the clock of the •famous
church of Noel St. Martin.
Time flies.
We are glad to hear that
the Bishop of GAHLISI.K was
wrongly reported in a con-
temporary as stating that he
was considering whether it
would not be wise to make
" vice culture " a condition of
ordination. It should have
been " voice culture."
BIVAL
OTOR^
CHEAPEST
OCEAN PETROL STATIONS.
A NECESSITY OV 1UK VV1VJIK FOR CROSS-ATLANTIC AIIIMKX, AND
AN OrrOHTVNITY AFFORDING
MKRCIAf, ENTERPRISE.
AM1T.K SCOI'K FOR COMPETITIVE COM-
death to
" ILLUMINATED PILLAR-BOXES
CANADA SETS AN EXAMPLE "
Thus The D/WMVT. But surely
our
Suffragettes deserve the credit for the
innovation?
* *
" The result of a poll by The Em of
the actresses of England on the subject
of women's votes was," we are told,
4 in favour, 32(i against, and 8l.r)
indifferent." \V'e are shocked to hear are marching towards the fusion of the
feed her baby, who is now being brought
up on the bottle. ...
A correspondent describes in The
E.fprcus a new method of keeping a
weather record, giving each day good
or bad marks according to its pleasant-
ness or unpleasantness. We fancy,
however, that if an improvement is to
be effected much sterner measures than
these will have to be adopted.
% _ *
M. LKOX BAKST considers that we
that thero are so many
actresses in this count rv.
inditVorent masculine and feminine costumes. And
i a pretty row there will be if the fusion
A DISPASSIONATE,
CONVEESATION.
"WHEN I was quite ft
young man," he said, "I
used to write down every
evening before I went to bed
some humorous anecdote,
and I kept up the custom for
many years. That is how I
became a bore. How did you
manage it ? "
"I don't know," I said;
"I think I was born that
way. Not that I am a bore
in the sense that you are a
bore."
" Of course not," he replied
briskly, "otherwise I should
find you better company. It
is the passive element in you
which I find so disturbing.
Your disconcerting silences ; or that
awful solitary ' Yis,'
than-any silence."
which is worse
' Yes," I said.
1 Now the men
I meet at the club,"
he continued, " the real professionals,
who imagine that a game of bridge or
a round of golf can l>e talked about —
they are interesting, psychologically,
anyway, and at times their enthusiasm
is almost infectious. But you are just
a wet blanket —if I may use the term
without offence — a bore without the
courage of his^ convictions."
" I have no convictions," I said,
" except that I am a bore."
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[APRIL 9, 1913.
A SAD BUSINESS.
" LISTEN to this, Francesca," I said.
•• Will it take long ? " she replied. •
l>c very busy."
Because 1 happen to
1 And that," I said, " is just what you ought to^be if you
are to appreciate what I ani going to read to you."
" Come on, then," she said ; " let us get it over quickly."
" I am not sure," I said, " that I like that tone. It does
not strike me as sympathetic."
She opened her eyes wide, parted her lips, and yearned
forward towards me. " Now," she said, " you can proceed.
I ani brimming over with sympathy. Let me hear your
sad story and do what I can to comfort you." .
" Do not glare at me," I said. " You discompose me.
There, that's better. What I am going to read to you is
from The Daily News. It is an interview .with Mr. H. E.
MORGAN, and it is all about the sorrows and sufferings of
business men."
" But Tom doesn't suffer much," she said. " If he has
sorrows he conceals them well."
" Is your brother Tom a real business man ? " I said.
" Yes," she said. " He is on the Stock Exchange. He
knows a lot about shares and debentures, and he plays a
great deal of golf. He also shoots pheasants and disapproves
ef the Government. Oh yes, I am sure Tom is a business
man, and a high-spirited one."
" But," I urged, " he may have a secret sorrow all the
same. Even while he plays leap-frog with his companions
in the Stock Exchange a canker may be gnawing at his
vitals. His jests may be a mask. You know the clown
when he leaves the theatre and goes home "
"My brother Tom is no clown, ""she said with dignity.
" You must not catch me up like that," I said. " How
do you know that he is not the saddest man in the world
when he:is away from you in his lonely^home ? "
"I cannot say,'* she1 said. . "I have "not yet been lucky
enough to see him when he was away from me."
"Incorrigible 'one," I' saiA "You are pleased to be
merry. Now listen to Mr. H. E. MORGAN. The article is
headed, '-The Business Man as Hero. How he is Hampered
by his Womankind.' "
"But Tom," she said, "has no womankind. Tom is a
bacheldore, like Mr. Peggolly."
" We will leave out Tom and Mr. Peggolty," I said, " and
we will devote ourselves to Mr. MORGAN."
"No," ahe said, "I will not devote myself to Mr. MORGAN.
I will do much for you, but not that."
" Francesca," I said, " you shall not escape me. You
shall hear what this man says."
" I have been pining to "hear it for half-an-hpur," she
said, " but you have refused to gratify me."
" Then listen," I said, " and tremble. Let me see, where
'Marconi scenes '—no, it 's not that. 'Europe's
determination '—dear me, where Ah, here it is. Now
then for Mr. MORGAN. These are his burning words : ' I do
not ask that the business man should be coddled or kept in
cotton-wool, but I do maintain that hitherto he has had far
less than his just share of feminine support and sympathy.'
There, Francesca, what do you say to that ? "
1 It is most touching," she said ; " but is that all ? "
No," I said, "worse remains behind: 'When a barrister
gets his first brief, a doctor his first case, or when an artist
sells his first picture or a novelist his first book, his wife is
full of pride and joy.' Is that true ? "
" It may be," she said ; " but are they not all a little
young to be married ? You sold your first book long before
we met. I had no chance to be full of pride and joy."
No, but you would have been, wouldn't you ? Listen
again : ' But when a business man gets his first " rise,"
which has, perhaps, cost him one cannot say how much
brain-power, energy and industry, he usually gets scant
appreciation from his wife. No man has to plough a more
lonely furrow than the average business man making a
career for himself." "
" I cannot bear much more of this," said Francesca,
wiping her eyes. " It is most pitiful. But I shouldn't have
been like that. If you had been an average business man
and had got your first ' rise ' I should have spread a feast
iii your honour. I should have talked of your brain-power
to everybody. I should have given the children a treat,
and should have explained to them the energy and industry,
yes, and the goodness of their father, for you are good — I
mean, you would have been good if you had been an average
business man, but as it is you are merely a writer, and —
She broke down and sobbed.
"Thank you, Francesca," I said. "You are slightly
confused, but you have a kind heart. I will now finish
with Mr. MORGAN : ' Many mothers would prefer to see
their daughters rnarried to a failure in any of the more
showy professions than to a successful business man —
" Mamma isn't like that," said Francesca.
" Please do not interrupt : ' Sisters are always glad for
their brother to pilot them about if he happens to be a
soldier or a sailor ; but if he is merely in an office they
show no such desire.' Is that accurate '? "
" Well," said Francesca, " there 's something in it. We
do like sailors and soldiers 'even when they 're not in
uniform. They're more ready to pilot, you know, and
they 've got more time. They give their minds to piloting,
and the business man thinks it a bore. Still, business men
can be very agreeable. They 've generally got lots of money,
though they don't throw it about like sailors and soldiers."
"That may be," I said; " but how shall we answer Mr.
MORGAN '? "
" I don't think we 11 worry about him," she said. " We 're
not business men and we 've no right to speak." R. C. L.
THE TRUE KNIGHTS--ERRANT.
[In many cases recently Suffragettes have only been saved from
severe treatment at the hands of the public through the sturdy pro-
tection afforded them by the police."]
ROBERT, O Robert, my brave knight-errant,
Lending your aid to assaulted Sufi's.,
Your duty disdaining the strong deterrent
That they've used you like the toughest " toughs ; "
Not less to chivalrous deeds you 're bound
Than the olden Knights of the Table Round !
And of all those gents of the blameless Order
Sir Gareth 's the one who was most your style —
Lynette's young man, who was sworn to ward her,
And did it, however she might revile.
She insulted him, Robert; she chose, to flout
The limb of the King. But he helped her out.
Ever he answered in gentle fashion,
Escorting her safe from the clutch of her foe ;
And you, whom the fist of the Suff. falls crash on,
Have scorned to retaliate, well we know ;
Keeping your knightly vows in mind,
You stand between her and enraged mankind.
Go it, then, gallant Sir Gareth-Robert,
Heir of the old chivalric days !
Talon and tooth of the suffrage mob hurt
Your skin, but your honour they fail to graze ;
England is proud'of you ; Mr. Punch
Would shake your hand and endure the crunch.
PUNCH, OB THE LONDON CHARIVARI.— Amir, 9, 1913.
TIME, GENTLEMEN, PLEASE!
••
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277
" PLEASE, Sin, "TWASX'T ME!"
SI VIEILLESSE POUVAIT !
LIVELY sympathy has been expressed
in many quarters with President Wo3D-
BOW WILSON in his toilsome endeavours
to secure suitable diplomat:c repre-
M'Mlativis for the United States at
the principal European capitals ; but
this sympathy will he heightened ten-
fold when the public learns the inner
history of t'.ieso negotiations. It is
generally known that Dr. ELIOT, ex-
Presidont of Harvard, and Mr. OLNEY,
the Secretary of State in Mr. OLE VE-
LA xii'sAduiinistrat on, aged respectively
7!) and 83, both declined the honour;
lint the English Press knows nothing
>f President WOODBOW WILSON'S
previous conscientious efforts to secure
men for those posts who by their age
and dignity would specially appeal to
tlu- Old World.
We have it on the best authority that
lie applied to GEOIOE BANCROFT (born
in 1800) and NATHANIEL HAWTHORNE
(born in 1H04) before making overtures
to Dr. ELIOT and Mr. OLNEY ; also that
! amongst other eminent publicists, pro-
ira and warriors to whom he applied
were the following : — -
Professor Galusha M ildrun Tittle,
aged 91.
Dr. John I'leiherPinchbaek, aged 93.
Admiral Sherman Tecumseh
MoClung, aged 88.
General Erastus Bloclgett, aged 84.
Judge Epaphroditus Pennypacker,
aged 99.
Colonel Myron Gosloe Killikelly,
aged 82.
Professor Moses Senesa Spratling,
aged 103.
Somewhat depressed by the fact that
the persons named either declined the
offer or, in the case of Messrs. BAN-
CROFT, NATHANIEL HAWTHORNE, POE
and SPKATLING, actually refrained from
answering him at all, Professor WILSON
then decided to break new ground alto-
gether. " GUNBOAT" SMITH, the famous
American pugilist, who was approached
by President WOODBOW WILSON at this
stage of his protracted quest, has stated
to a representative of The New York
Undercut the motives which obliged
him to decline the honour. These
motives, ho explains, were partly poli-
tical and racial, partly financial and
partly hygienicand ethical. "GuNHOAT"
SMITH, it appears, is of Irish-American
descent, and is animated by the keenest
sympathy for Irish Nationalist aspira-
tions. For him, therefore, to accept
the post of Ambassador at St. Jam -s's
before the Home Eulo Bill was placed
on the Statute Book would naturally
be resented by millions of bis brother
Irish - Americans, including Senator
O'GoiiMAN, and would place him in a
! very false position. Secondly, ho could
not afford to accept a post which would
oblige him to leave the ring when he
was earning an income more than ten
times as large as the salary attached to
the appointment. Thirdly, us a con-
vinced teetotaler he felt strong con-
scientious scruples about accepting a
position which would involve a great
deal of entertainment, in which the
provision of alcoholic beverages was
inevitable. Lastly, he was far too
young to accept an appointment which
had been offered in the first instance
to men of seventy-nine years and up-
wards.
The various reasons which have led
other gentlemen to refuse the nattering
offer would fill a book. But, as Mr.
CHAUNCEY DEPEW, the famous Aiueri-.
can wit, lias so aptly said, one can always
turn to a new Page, and tin's is what
the President has done. All good luck
to the PAGE which he lias chosen !
Another Impending Apology.
"Visits were paid to Rotterdam, where a
visit to the Zoo helped to form most pleas mt
recollections of our Dutch friends."
Sportstnan.
" Tallangatta, Tuesday. — Mr. was
giving a demonstration of the best method of
throwing a horse, when the animal fell on
him and broke his leg." — Colonial
We like his spirit.
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PUNCH, OR THE LONDON CHARIVARI^
[APRIL 9, 1913.
THE UNSETTLER.
I HAD been house-hunting, of course
vainly, and after a long wait succeeded
in getting a fly at the village inn to
drive me to the nearest station. I don't
say I had seen nothing I liked, but
nothing that was empty. As a matter
of fact I had seen one very charming
place, but every window had an infernal
blind in it and the chimneys were
sending up their confounded smoke;
and I was in a vile temper. None the
less, when a little man in black suddenly
doubt it,' says the agent, ' but I could,
of course, sound her.' ' I '11 give you
twenty-five pounds,' you say, ':f you
can induce her to quit ; ' and off you
go. It is then that the unsettler comes
in. The agent sends for me and tells
me the story ; and I set to work. The
old lady has got to be dislodged. Now
what is it that old ladies most dislike? I
ask myself. It depends, of course ; but
on general principles a scare about the
water is safe, and a rumour of ghosts
is safe. The water -scare upsets the
mistress; the ghost -scare upsets the
appeared before me and begged to be maids. Having decided on my line of
allowed to share my cab (and its fare),
1 agreed. He began to talk at once,
action, I begin to spread reports, very
cautiously, of course, but with careful
and having disposed of the weather, Sir calculation, and of course never ap-
RUFUS ISAACS, the Grand National and i pearing in it myself ; and gradually, bit
the want of enterprise shown
in the ordinary English vil- 1
lage, he said that his business I
took him a good deal into I
unfamiliar places.
Having nothing to reply to
this, I asked him what his ,
business was.
" I 'm an unsettler," he
said.
" An unseltler?"
" Yes. It 's not a profession
that we talk much about, be-
cause the very essence of it
is secrecy, but it's genuine
enough and there are thou-
sands of us. Of course we
do other things as well, such
as insurance agency, but un-
settling pays best."
" Tell me about it," I said.
" Well, "he explained, " it 's
like this. Say you are think-
ing of moving and you want
another house. You can't find
an empty one that you like,
THE HOME CINEMATOGRAPH FOB SUFFEHEES FBOM INSOMNIA.
of course. No one can. But you differ j by bit, Miss Burgess takes a dislike to
from other persons in being unwilling | the place. Not always, of course. Some
to make a compromise. You will either ; of them are most unreasonable. But
wait till you find one that you do like, : sooner or later most of them fall to the
or you will go without. But meanwhile j bait and you get the house. That 's
you see plenty of occupied houses that my profession, Sir."
you like, just as every one else does.
But you differ from other persons in
being unwilling to believe that you
can't have what you want. This makes
my opportunity. You return to the
agent and tell him that the only house
you liked was (say) a white one at
East Windles. 'It was not one on
your list,' you say ; ' in fact it was
occupied. It is the house on the left,
in its own grounds, just as you enter
the village. There is a good lawn and
a wonderful clipped yew hedge." ' Oh,
yes,' says the agent, 'the Old Par-
• Who lives there ? " you ask. „ He was a halldsomc young felloWj 8tand.
ady named Burgess, says the j ing six feet in his socks and well-proportioned
agent — 'Miss Burgess.' 'Would she to boot."— London Mail.
leave ? ' you ask. ' I should very much | What size were, his boots ?
"Well," I said, "I think it's a black-
guard one."
"Oh, Sir!" he replied. "Live and
let live."
" It 's funny, all the same," I added,
" that I should have run across you,
because I "ve been looking for a house
for some time and the only one I liked
was tenanted."
He pulled out a pocket-hook. " Yes ? "
he said, moistening his pencil.
But I have nothing more to tell you
about the little beast.
LITEEAEY NOTES.
WE are informed authoritatively that
the novel just published by Mr. MURRAY
and entitled The. Arnold Lip has no
reference, offensive or otherwise, to any
other firm of publishers ; while we have
reason to believe that the novel in Mr.
ARNOLD'S Spring list entitled Nash and
Some Others, makes no allusion, direct
or indirect, to Mr. EVELEIGH NASH.
No particulars are forthcoming re-
garding a new novel which Mr. AHMII.H
lias nearly ready, entitled The Jaw of
John Murray, but we believe it is to be
of a striking nature.
Among publications shortly to be ex-
pected from Mr. NASH is a novel under
the title That Fellow Arnold
and his Little Lot, which
we are given to understand
will be highly satirical in
character.
Upon enquiry we learn
that Mr. SECKEB is preparing
| a new edition of The Sunken
\ Bell entirely without refer-
j ence, expressed or implied, to
' the fortunes of another pub-
lishing house.
Mr. LONG, who has met
with a stupendous demand
before publication for Thf.
Peculations of Paul, expressed
a hope to our representative
, that the novel, which deals
j with the love story of a
fraudulent solicitor, will on
no account be associated \vil I:
the head of a rival house of
publishers, with whom his
i relations continue to remain
most cordial.
Messrs. PAUL have found themselves
compelled to go to press with an im-
mense edition of a remarkable new
novel entitled Who 's Ouseley ?
So unprecedented is the demand for
The Great John Long that Messrs.
HOLDEN AND HARDiNGHAM are com-
pletely exhausted before publication.
The Fat Poor.
Mr. CHURCHILL as reported in The
Daily Telegraph : — •
"The other measure is to reduce the cost
of the Osborne and Dartmouth cour
order that a larger lad than is at pivsitit
possible may be able to afford to enter the
navy."
From an advt. of an Aeroplane Dis-
play in The Knuts/ord Guardian : —
" The Plying Exhibition can only !>
from the Ground."
Then we shall remain there, and
nothing shall induce us to go up.
Ai-itir, 9, 1913.]
PUNCH, OR THE LONDON CHARIVARI.
279
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THE BON MOT CLUB HAD A VKBY DISTRESSISO EXPERIENCK AT THEIR LAST WEEKLY DINKKI;.
I'AST WITHOUT ANY MEMBEIt BEING ABLE TO THIMK O» A SINOLB WITTY IlEMAUK.
TlIKKE PAISFUL MISUTES DIIACIGEU
NON BENE RELICTA.
(A Tragedy of the Line.)
OF Cores blent and Dionysus' bloom,
Offspring of vineyards and the harvest sun,
I bought it in the Ilhyl refreshment-room,
A plain sultana bun.
For this some English farmer ploughed the plain,
For this men toiled beneath an Orient flag ;
My purpose was to munch it in the train
Out of a paper bag.
So far so good. I laid it by my side,
Meaning to browse at leisure, and to know
What beauties of the harem, laughing-eyed,
Lurked in the screen of dough.
Oh snobbery 1 Oh sad self -consciousness I
Into my carriage, whilst I still delayed,
Climbed, with exceeding care about her dress,
A glorious English maid.
I marked her face, I marked her queenly guise,
I marked her hat, and " What," I whispered, " feed
Oft' bun before those proud patrician eyes —
I dare not do the deed.
" What if she lifts perchance her Norman nose,
As who should say, ' A churl of loutish kind.
Ho eats his food from paper bags 1 ' " I rose,
I left my targe behind.
I rose and went into the corridor
And found a carriage sacred to the pipa.
The bag ? The paper bag ? 'Twas not my store ;
Some proletariat type
Had left it on the seat, a cast-off shame;
I found it when I took the train at Bhyl.
Ugh ! the vile object. Stations went and camo
And I grew hungrier still
We stopped at Chester. I went softly back,
Hoping against all hope the girl had flown,
And, after long pain and exhaustion's rack,
Love might resume its own.
Alas, no luck. The maiden still was thoro.
I grasped my courage then in either hand.
My bun, my little bun ! I did not care-
Death gnawed beneath my band.
I turned my eyes towards my former place,
Then reeled and turned again ; she still sat on,
That haughty charmer with the proud, cold face,
Yes, but my bag was gone 1
Nothing betrayed the marble of her cheek;
Only on one red lip — ah, horror dumb —
Stern with the old disdain that left me weak,
Trembled a lonely crumb.
EVOE.
From The Summerfield Parish Magazine : —
" The Superintendent of the City Road Sunday School acknowledge:*
with best thanks the following gifts : — Mrs. Woodward, 5/- ; Mrs.
Menco, 2/-; Mr. Watkins, 2/G1 Mrs. Andrews, 5/-."
" My dear, fancy Mr. WATKINS ! "
"ThcScittish law officers receive salaries inclusive of all lui-ini'--,."
Kvenm-j
It doesn't sound as though they did much business.
280
PUNCH, OR THE LONDON CHARIVARI.
[Arair, 9, 1913.
AN INSURANCE ACT.
OF" course I had always known that
a medical examination was a necessary
preliminary to insurance, but in rny
own case I had expected the thing to
be the merest formality. The doctor,
having seen at a glance what a fine
strong healthy fellow I was, would look
casually at my tongue, apologise for
having doubted it, enquire) genially
what my grandfather had died of, and
show me to the door. This idea of
mine was fostered by the excellent
testimonial which I had written myself
at the Company's bidding. "Are you
suffering from any constitutional
disease? — No. Have you ever had
gout ? — No. Are you deformed ? — No.
Are you of strictly sober and temperate
habits?— No" I mean Yes. My replies
had been a model of what an Assurance
Company expects. Then why the need
of a doctor ?
However, they insisted.
The doctor began quietly enough.
He asked, as I had anticipated, after
the health of my relations. I said
that they were very fit, and, not to be
outdone in politeness, expressed the
hope that his people, too, were keep-
ing well in this trying weather. He
wondered if I drank much. I said,
" Oh, well, perhaps I ivill," with an
apologetic smile, and looked round for
the sideboard. Unfortunately he did
not pursue the matter. . . .
" And now," he said, after the
hundredth question, " I should like to
look at your chest."
I had seen it coming for some time.
In vain I had tried to turn the con-
versation— to lead him back to the
subject of drinks or my relations. It
was no good. He was evidently de-
termined to see my chest. Nothing
could move him from his resolve.
Trembling, I prepared for the en-
counter. What terrible disease was he
going to discover ?
He began by tapping me briskly all
over in a series of double-knocks. J?or
the most part one double-knock at any
point appeared to satisfy him, but
occasionally there would be no answer
and he would knock again. At one
spot lie knocked four times before he
could make himself heard.
" This," I said to myself at the third
knock, "has torn it. I shall be
ploughed," and I sent an urgent mes-
sage to my chest, " For 'eving's sake
do something, you fool. Can't you
hear the gentleman ? " I suppose that
roused it, for at the next knock he
passed on to an adjacent spot. . . .
"Um," he said, when he had called
everywhere, " um."
"I wonder what I've done," I
' I don't believe
thought to myself.
he likes my chest."
Without a word he got out his
stethoscope and began to listen to me.
As luck would have it he struck some-
thing interesting almost at once, and
for what seemed hours he stood there
listening and listening to it. But it
was boring for me, because I really
had very little to do. I could have
bitten him in the neck with some
ease ... or I might have licked his
ear. Beyond that, nothing seemed to
offer.
I moistened my lips and spoke.
" Am I dying? " I asked in a broken
voice.
" Don't talk," he said. " Just breathe
naturally."
" I am dying," I thought, " and he
is hiding it from me." It was a
terrible reflection.
" Um," he said and moved on.
By-and-by he went and listened
behind my back. It is very bad form
to listen behind a person's back. I did
not tell him so, however. I wanted
him to like me.
" Yes," he said. " Now cough."
" I haven't a cough," I pointed out.
" Make the noise of coughing," he
said severely.
Extremely nervous, I did my cele-
brated imitation of a man with an
irritating cough.
" H'm ! h'm ! h'm ! h'rn ! "
" Yes," said the doctor. " Go on."
" He likes it," I said to myself, "and
he must obviously be an excellent judge.
I shall devote more time to mimicry in
future. H'm ! h'm ! h'm ! . . ."
The doctor came round to where I
could see him again.
"Now cough like this," he said.
Honk ! honk ! "
I gave my celebrated imitation of a
sick rhinoceros gasping out its life.
It went well. I got an encore.
"Um," he said gravely, "um." He
put his stethoscope away and looked
earnestly at me.
" Tell me the worst," I begged.
" I 'm not bothering about this stupid
insurance business now. That's off,
of course. But — how long have I ?
I must put my affairs in order. Can
you promise me a week ? "
He said nothing. He took my
wrists in his hands and pressed them.
It was evident that grief over-mastered
him and that lie was taking a silent
farewell of me. I bowed my head.
Then, determined to bear my death-
sentence like a man, I said firmly, " So
be it," and drew myself away from
him.
However, lie wouldn't let me go.
" Come, come," I said to him, " you
must'not give way;" and I made an
effort to release my hand, meaning to
pat him encouragingly on the shoulder.
Ho resisted. . . .
I realised suddenly that I had mis-
taken his meaning, and that he was
simply feeling my pulses.
"Urn," he said, "um," and continued
to finger my wrists.
Clenching my teeth, and with the
veins starting out on my forehead, I
worked my pulses as hard as I could.
# :;: :;; :): :|c :;:
" Ah," he said, as I finished tying
my tie ; and he got up from the desk
where he had been making notes of
my disastrous case, and came over to
me. " There is just one thing more.
Sit down."
I sat down.
" Now cross your knees."
I crossed my knees. He bsnt over
me and gave me a sharp tap below the
knee with the side of his hand.
My chest may have disappointed
hiin . . . He may have disliked my
back . . . Possibly I was a complete
failure with my pulses . . . But I
knew the knee-trick.
This time he should not be dis-
appointed.
I was taking no risks. Almost
before his hand reached my knee, my
foot shot out and took him fairly
under the chin. His face suddenly
disappeared.
"I haven't got that disease," I said
cheerily. A. A. M.
THE CUCKOO.
THE cuckoo, when the lambkins bleat,
Does nothing else but sing and eat.
The other birds in dale and dell
Sing also — but they work as well.
When daisies star the April sward
His eggs he places out to board,
That when his nursery should be full
He may not be responsible.
When other birds, from rooks to wrens,
Good husbands are and citizens,
The cuckoo 's little else beyond
A captivating vagabond.
The other birds who dawn acclaim,
Their songs are sweet but much the
same;
The cuckoo has a ruder tone
But absolutely all his own.
Now where 's the bard that it would
irk
To eat his meals and not to work ? —
And it 's prodigiously worth while
To have an individual style.
So I would be the cuckoo bold
And loaf in meadows white-and-goW,
And make a song unique as his
And shirk responsibilities.
APRIL 9, 1913.]
PUNCH, OR THE LONDON CHARIVARI.
281
ONCE UPON A TIME.
THK LATEU EDITION.
ONCE upon a time there was a mar
who now and then liked a little ilutter
on the Turf. Rarely did lie win, but he
did not risk much, and he had probably
us much fun for his losses as he woult
have obtained in any other way ant
not pinch more expensively. Well
after a long and dreary winter ol
fiteoplechasing and hurdling, in which
he took very little interest, the Hal
season at last opened again and all the
world w:as full of talk of the Lincoln-
shire Handicap; and " the curtain being
rung up on the Carholme," and all the
old tropes of sporting journalism were
trotted out ; and in common with most ol
the male population of the British Isles
and not a few women, this gambler was
exercised in his mind as to what woult!
win. There was a very large field —
over twenty horses — to pick from, and
since none of them had done anything
since November, and much may happen
to a horse during the winter, the race
was exceedingly open, nor was the
decision made any easier by the con-
flicting advice of the prophets and the
sons of the prophets, each of whom had
a different fancy. So he made up his
mind to choose for himself, and, after
much searching of heart and the
d( struction of many telegraph forms, he
at last despatched to his commission
agent a message desiring him to back
Cuthbert both ways for five pounds,
and having done this he resolutely
forgot all about the race until the boys
began to shout the result in the streets.
Even then he declined to be hurried,
but with a great affectation of apathy he
bought a paper, and when he saw that
his own Cuthbert, child of his pre-
science, was first at 100 to 6 you could
have knocked him down with an osprey,
for this meant over £100 in hand. He
retired to his club and let his mind run
on what he would do with it. There
was a little picture at CHRISTIE'S in the
Friday's sale which had much attracted
him — he could now have that; and the
new limited edition of KIPLING; and
an anonymous tenner to one or two
needy friends might be managed ; and
the new billiard-cloth could be assured
—all through the gallant efforts of the
brave Cuthbert. He also wrote a few
letters announcing his success, and then
leaving his club very happy in mind, he
\\iis met by another newspaper-boy
bearing a placard which said, "Lincoln
Handicap Sensation," and, idly buying
this, the man discovered that the brave
Cuthbert had been disqualified and
was now utterly discredited and last
of all, and a miserable impostor named
Berrilldon was first, so that, instead
"I AM GLAD TO SEE YOU COME SO REGULARLY TO OUR EVENING SERVICES, MRS. BROWN."
"Yus. YER SEE, ME 'USBASD "ATES ME COIN' HOUT OP A HEVENINO, so I DOES IT TO
SPITE "IM."
of touching £100 and more, he owed
ais commission-agent £10. And could
ihere be a much sadder true story ?
WHAT EVERY LIBERAL
SHOULD KNOW.
FOLLOWING the example of the
, where competitive cadetships are
shortly to be established, the Gladstone
League is about to found a number of
:cholarships in current political topics.
As a general indication of the character
of the questions which will be put,
he following specimen paper has been
iirculated : —
1. State in what circumstances it is
possible to conceive that Mr. T. W.
RUSSELL would ever resign office.
2. Who is the only member of the
Cabinet whom none of his colleagues
are able to call by his Christian name ?
3. How would you handicap a four-
some in which Sir RUFUS ISAACS and
Lord ROBERT CECIL were opposed by
Mr. LLOYD GEORGE and Mr. KEBTY-
FLETCHER?
4. State your reasons for preferring
HANDEL BOOTH as a vocalist to HAYDEN
COFFIN, or vice vcrsd.
5. Who said that listening to the
Rev. SYLVESTER HORNE, M.P., in the
House of Commons gave him "pul-
pitations of the heart " ?
G. Where are Elibank, Charnwood,
Aberconway, Walton Heath and
Criccioth ?
282
PUNCH, OR THE LONDON CIIAKIVA I J I .
9, 1913.
GOING IT! -: ..;•
SCENK — A " Bat-aillc de Souks " at a Restaurant on the Riviera.
British Matron (to her daughters). " OP COURSE, MY DEARS, rr is NOT BEHAVIOUR I WOULD FOB ONE MOMENT COUNTENANCE IN
LONDON, BUT IN ROME, AS THE BAYINO is, ONE SHOULD DO AS THE ROMANS DO, AND so I DO NOT KNOW THAT TUEBH WOULD BB
AST PJtBTTCULAB TIABM IP YOU EACH THREW JUST ONE AT YOUR FATHEB." .
THE MOUNTAIN HARE.
OFF steep Snaefell the wind comes-cod,
3ut in the-sun the stacks are-steaming,
And on the lawn a furry pool,
Three lazy dogs that lie a-dreaming ;
When •suddenly, beside the hedge,
Near the blue iris fast uncrinkling,
A hare steps on the grassy edge,
His brown bright eyes with mischief twinkling.
No pursy meadow-hare is this
To fall a prey to plodding beagles ;
He is a mountain hare, I wis,
And trains himself in dodging eagles ;
Straight for those dreaming dogs he goes,
And as he lightly vaults them over
Flips with contemptuous pads the nose
Of bold Ben Gunn or Jack or Itoverl
Away he pelts straight up the hill
With springing steps that never slacken,
A flash of red along the fell,
A running ripple through the bracken ;
Light as a blown leaf on his feet
And swifter than a scudding swallow,
While the three dogs in breathless heat
With one wild howl of " Banzai ! " follow.
First goes Ben Gunn, his nose to the track,
Sore vexed that puss has caught him napping,
And then that scapegrace terrier Jack,
\Vasting his precious breath in yapping ;
Then a long pause, and then — unkind,
Ungallant of her friends to leave her !
Panting perspiringly behind
A stout and middle-aged retriever.
O craft that doubles in the gdrse,
O speed that skims the open reaches !
What jokes beside the water-course,
What merry japes among the beeches I
The fells with sun and shadow hued,
The larches gay with April bunting,
And both pursuers and pursued
Delirious with the joy of hunting.
But joys are fleeting ! Pussy feels
His friends behind loo blown to rally,
And with a pitying kindness wheels
Back to their own, their native valley ;
Plumb on their sacred lawn he halts —
A sight to drive a "true dog crazy !
Tumbles two saucy somersaults
And exit, fresher than a daisy.
PUNCH, Oil Till'1, LONDON CHARIVARI".— Avmr. 9, 1913.
FIVE KEELS TO NONE.
THE UNITED POWELLS. " COME OUTSIDE, YOUNG 'UN, WE'VE PREPARED A NICE LITTLE
DEMONSTRATION FOR YOU."
MONTENEGRO. "Oil, GO AWAY, YOU SILLY SAILOR-MEN; CAN'T YOU SEE I'M BUSY?"
APRIL 9, 1913.]
PUNCH, OR THE LONDON CHARIVARI.
285
ESSENCE OF PARLIAMENT.
(KxTJiACTKD FROM Till': DlAHY OF ToBY, M.I'.)
House of Commons, Monday, March
31. — Looking round more than lialf-
empty benches at Question-time it
scorns impossible that the Session, but
a few weeks old, can hold out to
Whitsuntide. As a rule, whatever may
befall as an average sitting drones along,
then; is full attendance at Question-
time. Treasury Bench is thronged by
Ministers eager to give as
little information as possi-
ble in adequate number of
words. LEADER OP OPPO-
SITION and his colleagues
are temporarily united in
search for opening to trip
up Government. Through
the Question -hour (which,
by the way, lasts only
forty-five minutes), no one
knows what may turn up.
Consequently all are in
their places ready to bo
interested or amused.
Peculiarity of to-day's
situation is singular absence
on part of Leaders. The
hungry sheep look up and
are not fed. To begin with,
SPEAKER is represented by
Deputy. Two Members on
Front Opposition Bench
represent flower of the ex-
Ministry. The PREMIER, to whom
customary bunch of Questions are ad-
dressed, is out of hearing. CHANCELLOR
OP THE EXCHEQUER is engaged in
apostolic work recorded. by St. Paul,
Ephesus being represented by the
Marconi Committee - room upstairs.
The POSTMASTER-GENERAL is in the
same arena. Even MASTERMAN, whose
capacity for answering Questions de-
signed with baffling intent is super-
human, extends his week-end.
HiCKS-JoTNSON — or is it JOYNSON-
HICKS? In the early days of Minis-
terial colleagueship the late MAHKIS
used to complain that he never knew
whether Old Morality was H. W.
SMITH or \V. H. However precedence
runs, the Member for Brentford was
all over the shop. The SPEAKER, who
cannot be accused of niggardliness in
the matter, has drawn the line at six
Questions as a maximum allowance
for a single Member. HicKS-JoYNsoN,
subtlely grouping four under two head-
ings, managed to evade the regulations
and put eight. His activity did little
to relieve depression that settled down
upon House. As one swallow does not
make a summer, so a hyphen linking
two surnames does not involve double
capacity for commanding attention.
Effect of situation upon Mr. GINNELL
comically embarrassing. Appropriated
considerable portion of Question Paper
with a Shorter Catechism of diversified
interest. Had as usual, necessarily in
ignorance of nature of Ministerial reply,
drafted in manuscript sheaf of Supple-
mentary Questions " arising out of that
answer." These he prefaced by ad-
dressing " Mr. Speaker." Correcting
himself with grave deliberation he sub-
stituted the formula, " Mr. Deputy-
Speaker." This, regularly repeated
KEBTY-FLETCHEB IN ERUPTION.
through a course of interrogation,
occupied some time. But time is
matter for slaves and, true Britons
all, House of Commons never will be
slaves.
Business done. — Eeport Stage of the
Navy Estimates agreed to without
division.
Tuesday. — The measure of success
attendant en eruption of KEBTY-
FLETCHER was not such as to encourage
" Self-confessed vacuity."
(Mr. DENISOS FADER.)
fresh effort in same direction. It cer-
tainly had the charm of the unexpected.
This the third session of the Member
for Altrincham ; as far as one re-
members, his maiden speech was made
to-day when he suddenly fell upon
CHANCELLOR OF THI: KM.'HKQUKR and
tried to rend him. His acquirements
as a linguist are among the proudest
appanages of the Liverpool provision
market. Since ho came to Westminster
he has been silent in five languages.
This afternoon hurst forth
in one, and straightway
made a Parliamentary repu-
tation.
Began with inquiry set
forth on paper desiring to
know from the CHANCELLOR
OP THE EXCHEQUER
" whether there are any
emoluments or allowances
attached to his office other
than his salary."
On face of it question
suggested to penetrating
mind of DENISON FABEH
that suspicion of there being
"something behind" which
stirred its self-confessed
vacuity when he came across
the ATTORNEY - GENERAL'S
cable message to his brother
in New York, " I hope that
by the time you come back
the Coal Strike may be
finished." Whether the mind of CHAN-
CELLOR OF THE EXCHEQUER was dis-
turbed by similar suspicion is not
known. He contented himself with
short rejoinder in the negative.
It was here that KEBTY-FLETCHER,
to the amazement of House, erupted.
Had Vesuvius on a summer evening,
after long period of quiessnce, broken
forth in flames and streams of boiling
lava, the immediate neighbourhood
could not have been more astonished.
" Arising out of that reply," he
said, " is not the right honourable
gentleman's salary sufficient to pre-
vent him wrongfully and improperly
gambling ? "
Evidently more to follow, but whether
KEBTY meant to finish the sentence in
German, Latin, or a dialect of the Slav
tongue, no one knows. Loud shout of
"Order! Order!" boomed from Minis-
terial benches. SPEAKER interposed
with obvious remark that the further
question did not, as alleged, " arise
out " of Minister's reply and was there-
fore not in order. LLOYD GEORGE leapt
to his feet and, regarding his assailant
with flashing eyes, invited him to "come
outside." Of course didn't put invita-
tion in this precise form. That its
plain meaning.
KEBTY rose respondent to the chal-
len«e.
Si-E\KEH on his feet again
ms.simg that if Member for Altrincham
had further questions to ask he sliou d
,,ut then, on the Paper. Evidently
didn't think a man with such com-
lll;U1d of language was to he trusted
to speak on spur of moment. Basil
bobbed up and down like parched pea
in frying-pan. Whenever ho rose a
lu.wl'of execration came from benches
opposite. "Snob! Snob '."they shouted.
"Cad! Cad!" Whereto well-wishers
on Opposition benches, with fuller
command of syllables, responded,
"Marconi!" " Whitewashing!
Worse than the uproar was attitude
of the SPEAKER. KEISTY'S pale lips
moved as if he were translating a select
passage from a foreign classic. That
all right, since not a syllable could be
heard. But whenever, after contact
with the frying-pan, the parched pea
IIlCKS-JoYXSOX.
popped up, the SPEAKER was also on
his legs and KEBTY dropped down.
Strangers in the Gallery, brought up
to respect what they were taught to
regard as " the first body of gentlemen
in Europe," looked round uneasily.
Began to think that by some strange
mistake they had strayed into what
ALBERT MAUKHAM last week described
as " a pothouse crowd."
SABK, who is reaching the status of one
of the oldest Members and reveres the
memories of forty years of close intimacy,
refrains from habit, sometimes perhaps
obtrusive, of interposing frivolous re-
marks on the episode. Jealous for the
dignity and high traditions of the House
ho discerns in it fresh testimony to the
deplorable decadence that has marked
I its proceedings during recent months.
Eruption subsided as suddenly as it
had broken forth. Business went on
as if nothing out of the way had
I happened.
Business done.— Alarums and excur-
sions. Incidentally motion that House
should go into Committee on Uvil
Service Estimates agreed to. At end
of eight hours SI-KAKEK left the Chair.
Two minutes later everybody left the
House. Sitting adjourned.
THE YEENAL EQUINOX.
WHEN I have got a song to sing,
No power on earth can stop it;
And this, you must admit, is Spring
When bluebells do (or ought to) rin^
And Edwin whispers " Ting-a-lmg 1 '
And Angelina, " Drop it ! '
When songsters ought to have their
fling,
And lovers ought to pop it.
For are not questions things to pop
And is a song a thing to stop ?
Ten years ago I loved a piece
Whose Christian name was Mary ;
She was a stout attorney's niece
And swore our love should never cease ;
But oh ! when uncles are obese
Then are they most contrairy.
When this one whistled for the p'lice
Myself, becoming wary,
Remarked, upon a second thought,
To cease, perhaps, was what it ought.
The constable was big and blue,
His views were most decided. . . .
And, now whenever Spring is due,
I thank my stars, as so would you,
If you had got a star or two
And you had fared as I did.
(One's stars will always see one through
If one will but be guided.)
But what I thank my planets for
Is keeping me a bachelor.
" But what," you ask, " of Mary,
pray ? "
Another man bespoke her,
Whom she, upon her wedding day,
Was pledged to honour and obey
And even love him in a way,
Although he was a Broker.
But as for him, I 've heard him say
He 's half a mind to choke her.
ROMEO TO RAG-TIME.
SHAKSI-KAKE ON THE CINEMA.
'"llomeo and Juliet' in eight pieces,
half-a-milo long. Comedy, tragedy,
love, pathos, crime." — Hoarding.
[A weekly -paper asks our serious dramatists
to turn their attention to the cinema stiige.
Why not lloinco and Juliet on the lilnia—
as, of course, a cowboy drama ?j
Scene 1. — Cowboy "scrap " in Dead
Man's Gully, Ohio, U.S. Gilead J.
Capulet's boys engage Samuel P. Mon-
tigue's gang. Bowie-knives, shooting-
irons, broncho - busters, . sheepskin
trousers, etc. Music (mechanical piano),
"Bagging the Ragtime," with 'chorus
of nigger minstrels. Enter Old Man
Capulet and Old Man Montague and
get busy with their guns. They break
up.
Scene 2. — Moonlight dance on Gilead
J. Capulet's ranch. Cowboys and cow-
girls Boston. Music, " Hitchy Koo."
Enter Romeo S. Montague with Ben-
volio (comic entry, disguised). Old M ;m
Capulet, not recognising them, gives
them the glad eye. Romeo sees Juliet
(Sadie) Capulet and they fall in love.
Conversation cards shown on film —
What 's wrong with her ?
She '3 a beaut ! — eh ?
| Say I He's top-notch 1
Nephew Tybalt Capulefc recognises
Rome Montague and gets shirty. Con
versation cards shown — •
I Gee Whiz I A darned Montague 1 |
Another of them Capulet critters I
Well, I'm jiggered I
" But what has this," you ask again,
" To do with Spring ? " I will explain.
Though Spring's the time when, love
is ripe
And ready for the gleaning,
When Corydon assumes his pipe
And, giving it a thoughtful wipe,
Croons lays of an erotic type
But little inner meaning—
"Tis then that husbands feel the gripe
And misery of cleaning.
A wife, they tell me, is a thing
That one is best without in Spring.
Notice outside Oxford : —
"Bear left at centre of town for Banbury."
Sir FBEDERICK should claim it at once.
They pull out their guns, but Old Man
Capulet calls it off.
Scene 3. — Under Julie's window-
moonlight. Rome draws hand acros
forehead, stamps, and hits himself 01
brisket to show he is in love with Jule
She (on verandah) leans chin on on
hand and saws the air with the othe
to show she accepts him. Nigger coon
song heard off — " Linger longer, Lucy.'
Cards —
I Is it a deal, rny Julo? |
Waal, you 're It I
What 's wrong with getting hitched
right away?
I Whoopee, it 's a cinch I |
Scene 4. — Parson Lawrence's shanty.
Wedding service on. Rome and Jule
stand on and off while Parson Law-
rence yanks a book and shoves his
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arms around to indicate reading prayer-
book. Card —
" Till death us do part."
Right ! You 're hitched !
Wedding march on piano, and dance
(two-step).
Scene 5. — Bar scrap in neighbouring
saloon. Eome Monty draws a bead on
Tybalt Capulet and lays him out.
Sheriff says :—" Sentence : Deported
as an undesirable." Eome springs on
buck-jumper and clears, followed by
usual crowd in usual race ; winner,
Romeo by ten miles. He reaches
Jule's shanty unobserved.
Scene G. — Jule's room on Capulet's
diggings. Next morning — dawn. Piano:
" So early in do morning." Borneo,
by waving left arm upwards, indicates
that dawn is breaking. Jule, by catching
him by the shoulder and frowning,
shows that she thinks he is wrong.
Eome twiddles his hands and points one
out of the window to tell her that he must
escape to another State if he is to avoid
being hanged, with further particulars.
He lowers himself out of shanty window
and rides off on buck-jumper. Piano :
" Say All, rcvoir but not Good-bye."
Scene 1. — Juliet, pressed by Poppa
Capulet to marry someone else, is afraid
of committing bigamy, when Parson
Lawrence buys her a two-finger nip of
opium. She writes a letter to Eomeo.
Letter card —
Only opium, not poison.
Must take it to throw Pop off the scent.
Shall come round again in 48 hours.
Keep your hair on !
She drinks, exclaiming (card) —
Here 's to you, Borne ! | ,
and drops in her tracks. (Piano —
" Down by the willow she 's sleeping,"
sung by darkies " oft'.")
Scene 8. — Telegraph boy with her
letter has stopped to play baseball.
Romeo gets another letter first —
Jule came all over queer yesterday ;
dropped down and pegged out.
Buried this afternoon.
Don't take on, now — buck up I
Eome, in despair, buys nip of poison at
neighbouring saloon and gallops back
on buck-jumper to Old Man Capulet's
diggings. Finds Jule in darkened vault.
(Music—" The Rag-time Goblin Man.")
Rome works his arms about, holds head,
rolls his eyes, drinks poison. Card—
Gin, gin!
Drops. (Music — " Massa 's in de cold,
cold groun'.") Julo comes to, finds him
Major Bangstick (of the Indian Army). "TELL YOUR SCOUT-MASTER THAT, NOW I'M
HOME, I SHALL BE PLEASED TO HELP HIM, IP HE'D LIKE IT, WITH FIELD-WORK AND SO ON."
Horace. "THANKS, AWFULLY, DAD, BUT — ER— ARE YOU QUITE UP-TO-DATE"! — MULL'S
ALTERED A LOT SINCE YOU WERE HOME LAST."
dead, draws a gun and blows her brains
out. Enter crowd of cowboys on buck-
jumpers, with Old Man Capulet and
Pop Montague. They find the bodies.
Cards —
Put it there — shake ! j
Pegged out— both of them !
We 're up against it.
I 'm always doing the wrong thing-
I lost a saddle-strap yesterday.
cJ, I 'nx right-down sorry.
Put up yer gun, Mont —
let 's quit fightin' !
Chorus of darkies — " All de darkies am
a-weeping;" " Yankee Doodle." Blank
' sheet, with words, " The B. and S. Film
Co., Ltd."
" George Bernard Shaw, a wall-known play-
wright."— New York Sun.
We always wondered who he was.
"Specialization in each city university
there will be and ought to bj non ominia
Itossutiis ontdes." — Collegian (India).
Our contemporary will specialise in
Latin.
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[Ai-Bir, 9, 1913.
SPEIXG SPOKTS.
["The customary spring sports arc b.'iiig
l.irgcly indulged in." — The Margate Cor-
ratpMMMj of " The Daily TfUgraph."]
WHKN you have regretfully put youi
skis back into their box, packed your
skates into a brown-paper parcel onco
more, and put the bob-sleigh into cotton-
wool for the summer, you may cheer
up, for there are still the spring sports
at Margate to be done.
Donning your sand-shoos and cala-
bash pipe, you emerge from the board-
i ig-house after breakfast, sniffing up
tlio invigorating east wind as you go,
and proceed to the jetty. Everybody
spends the morning on the jetty.
Some of London's most titled people
are daily to be seen at the slots there.
Men well known in commerce, art, law,
and the services take very seriously
their daily recreation of working the
automatic machines with which a far-
seeing enterprise has so plentifully
endowed this bracing resort. It is told
of Lord B. (with what amount of truth
we do not know) that in a single
morning he had no fewer than five out
of fourteen pennies returned to him, so
great was his skill.
For the more ambitious sportsman
there is the fishing, which is always to
be obtained here, whether the water be
rough or smooth. A morning's catch
may vary from seven ounces to three
and a quarter pounds.
The afternoon is passed by the
liabituts of the place in the healthful
exercise of standing by the flagstaff.
The rules are very simple ; the only
condition of the game is that the player
must not hold on to anything or lean
against anything; he may have his
face or his side or his back to the wind,
just as he pleases; all he has to do is
to stand for one minute. The winners
receive handsome bottles of cough-mix-
ture, neuralgia cure, and other suitable
gifts.
The evening during the spring sports
season at Margate is spent by visitors
pretty much as they like. There are
certain police regulations which are
restrictive to some extent; but it is
generally found that after the rigours
the day in this healthy and ex-
iilaratmg atmosphere, where, although
.he sun may perhaps be shining with
great brilliance, the coldness of the east
wind ism no way mitigated, the pastime
of the Tune-table problem is the most
popular. The successful competitor is
rewarded by catching the quick train
home on the following morning.
AT THE PLAY.
" THE GREAT ADVENTURE."
ILAM CABVE, the great artist, was a
shy man who shunned society. lie
wandered about the Continent, attended
solely by a valet and two moles. The
moles lived just beneath his collar.
One day (as sill the world knows now)
the four of them returned suddenly to
England, and at the very moment of.
arrival Albert Shawn, the valet, died.
Owing ta a misunderstanding the;
three survivors were assumed to be
Albert; and in the evening editions the
death of Ham Carre, England's greatest
artist, was sadly announced, llam, too
shy to go through the bother of correct-
ng the mistake, let it be; the valet
was buried in the Abbey ; and Ham and
Ham, Cane (Mr. SUNBY AINLBY). "I am
about to tako my tie off. This being England
the, curtain will bo lowered for a minute while
I do so. "
More Hunger Strikes.
"The certr-half neglected to feed her
inner.-!."— 7/ocJt*!/ Field.
his two moles started a new existence
as Albert Shawn.
But the three of them were not
alone for long. Soon after his funeral
llam married Janet Cannot, the dearest
little woman, who cared nothing for
art but could manage a house. For
two years they all lived happily to-
gether. Then the secret began to
come out. To prevent a lawsuit over
one of his pictures (recently painted and
apparently, therefore, a forgery) llam
was urged to reveal his identity. How
could he establish it to the satisfaction
ot a man who knew nothing of art ?
- •• Quite right. The two moles.
Without wishing to make a moun-
tain out of a mole-hill, I could wish that
Mr. BENNETT had managed his final
scene somehow else. He makes very
good fun of the idea of identifying an
artist by his neck rather than by his
work, but this does not excuse him for
falling back on such an artifice. Any-
way, could Citrus Carre possibly have
recognised or oven have remembered
his cousin's moles after twenty-five
years? I have been trying to recall
the exhibits in this line" on the necks
of my childhood's friends, and my mind,
I fear, is an entire blank.
However, these are trifles. It is the
characters of llam and Janet which
make the play. Mr. ABNOLD BENNETT
owes much to Mr. HENBY AINLEY and
Miss WISH WYNNE. As it happened,
I read the pla> before I saw it, and it
was amazing to find how real and living
a person Mr. AINLEY could make llam;
wonderful how delightful even the most
ordinary remarks of Janet sounded from
the lips ot Miss WYNNE. Which had
the greater triumph I cannot say ; they
were both superb. With their help
Mr. BENNETT has given us a very
pleasant entertainment at The Kings-
way Theatre. And there is no reason
why he should not give us many more ;
for his dialogue is always pleasant and
easy and his stage-craft amply sufficient
for his needs. But as a satirist he is
rather ingenuous. Indeed at times he
gives one the idea that lie has only
just discovered London . . . and finds
it all very strange. j[.
THE STRONGEE LINKS.
" WE should be near the eighth green
now," I said, as we panted up the slope.
"There is a guide-post just on the top
of the hill, and— confound it ! " The
post had suddenly revealed itself just
on the top of my nose. It was very
dark.
"Never mind your silly nose," said
Cicely unfeelingly. "How far arc \\c
from the green ? "
"Turn to the right," I answered
"A little further . . . further yet
Good!"
There was a muffled shriek from the
pot-bunker, and I knew that my nose
was avenged.
" Don't trouble about getting all the
sand out of your mouth," ladvissd her.
" Some people eat grit with every meal,
you know. It 's considered to be bene-
ficial to the digestion. Have you ever
noticed how a dog ... Ah, here 's the
flag."
"Get out one of the bottles," whis-
pered Cicely excitedly.
"Take it," I said" "I have come
with you in fulfilment of a rash promise,
but I absolutely decline to take any
part in the actual destruction of the
greens. Heaven forbid that I should
ever be guilty of such sacrilege."
In the darkness I heard the pop of a
cork, followed by a gurgle and the faint
splash of a liquid. Then a glimmer of
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THE POINT-TO-POINT SEASON.
(" The Man in Possession.")
Sportsman (in ditch). "Hi I HULLO! DON'T JDMP HERE! THIS PLACE 13 OCCUWEU I"
white appeared near my feet, which I
know to bo a flag inscribed " Votes for
Women."
"Isn't it all splendid?" exclaimed
Cicely, as we made our way stumblingly
across to the tenth green. " I feel
simply glorious* Like JOAN OF ABC,
or — or Mrs. DBUMMOND, you know.
Hero I am, helping on the great Cause
and at the same time putting a check
on the selfish pleasures of men."
" And women," I added.
•::- « # -::- *
There was a deep sigh as the last
drop clucked out of the last bottle on
to the sixteenth green. Cicely had been
strangely silent for some time.
" After all," she said discontentedly,
" I don't really know that I 'm glad.
Golf is rather a jolly game, isn't it ? "
"More than a game," I suggested.
" An absorbing pursuit."
"I've had some good times on the
links, loo," she said wistfully.
" Do you remember that foursome at
Si-amoutli, when you had to hole out a
twelve-yard putt for a win, and did it?"
"Don't," she pleaded. "Do you
think it does advance the Cause to
destroy golf greens? "
"On the contrary," I replied, "I'm
convinced that it has precisely the
opposite effect. I regard the proceeding
with utter abhorrence."
" Then I think you're psrfectly horrid
to have let me come," she burst out.
" Why didn't you stop me? "
"Stop you! I might as well have
tried to stop a runaway motor-'bus.
So these are all the thanks I get for
undertaking all this discomfort and
risk out of mere Quixotic chivalry ! "
" I wish we hadn't done it," she
moaned. " I wish to goodness we
hadn't done it now."
"That's all right, Cicely," I said
cheerfully. " I rather expected this.
That 's why I emptied out your corrosive
acid before we started, and filled the
bottles with water."
"Mr. Hill acted as best man. After the
ceremony Mr. and Mrs. Hill left for their
honeymoon . ' ' — Folkestone Express.
Very careless of the clergyman to have
married the bride to the best man.
1 ' Mr. George wormly replied that ho had
already answered several times certain ques-
tions put to him." — -The Globe.
Even a Chancellor of the Exchequer
will turn.
BEFOEE THE TOUENEY.
IN days of old the ladye fay re
Would gird her true knight's armour
on,
Hand him the sword he wished to wear,
The breastplate he designed to don
Ere sallying forth to baudy cracks
With his ancestral battle-axe.
You can't do that, my Marguerite,
Since breastplates are no longer made,
And I perform each lusty feat
Ungarnished by the hardware trade.
The battle-axe remains, 'tis true ;
It cuts the firewood up for you.
But one thing you can do for me
Or e'er I go to face the foe,
Thus proving your equality
With those dead dames of long ago.
Your true love looks to you for that ;
Dearest, wilt oil my cricket bat ?
" ' Aeneas Caning Anchises ' fetched £550."
Daily Telegraph.
Is this the way to treat a father ?
"Pigs wholesale 16, retail 14 a shilling." —
Adi-t. in " South Gloucestershire Chronicle."
We '11 have sixpenny worth.
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9, 1913.
"ALL IN A GARDEN FAIR."
I KNEW a man, a mild and cheerful soul,
Whoso fancy cherished for its earthly goal
\ garden of his own. For many a year
His villa with its cat-run in the rear
And one smut-blackened tree were all he ad,
But some good neighbour's garden made him glad,
And sun and rain and every plant that grows,
The modest daisy no less than the rose
Were his close friends; and he would stroll about
\,1. niring hov; the things were coming out,
\nd fruits and flowers and every singing bird
A friendly envy of his neighbour stirred ;
And oft he'd quote, meandering round the spot,
•• A garden is a lovesome thing, God wot !
Then came a day when fortune, cruel-kind,
Gave him the very garden to his mind,
Grateful he cried, " Sweet pleasaunce all my own,
No hireling hands shall tend thee, mine alone !
And casting off his coat, as I 've been told,
He sallied forth to tend his precious mould.
The seasons came and went, and, on a day,
It chanced I journeyed down my old friend's way,
And thought to find him, in some happy hour,
A blissful Adam in his Eden bower.
I called, and from his flower-beds in he came,
But aged he seemed, with bended form, and lame,
It would appear he 'd lately sprained his back
Lugging some seed-potatoes in a sack.
" Well, and how goes the garden, friend? " I said.
He eyed me with suspicion, shook his head,
And put me off ; some blighting chance, 'twould seem,
Had dimmed the lustre of his former dream,
And, as within that earliest home of ours,
A fatal serpent lurked amid the flowers,
He, too, had sighed, with all who goalward strive—
" Better to journey hopeful than to arrive."
A genial soul of old, on great and small
He used to smile, and found some good in all ;
But now what hates fill that once friendly mind
Of slugs and mice, birds, boys, weeds, wet and wind !
He dreams of deadliest poison for the rats
And sets wire-nooses for his neighbours' cats ;
While that small daisy-friend of days gone by,
She gets the weed- destroyer in her eye.
Once, did a blackbird deign from that sole treo
To flood the backyard with its minstrelsy,
Raptured, with good AQUINAS he would cry,
" Hark, ' ubi aves, ibi angeli ! ' '
Now, at the first notes, all his thoughts are set
On cherries plundered 'neath their guardian net ;
Oriet a bullfinch pipe, and, with a frown,
" My buds ! " he cries, and grabs his shot-gun down.
No fat-filled cocoa-nut now tempts the tits,
They, too, nip buds and must be blown to bits.
Once, though the rain were pelting cats and dogs,
Turning that neighbour's flower-beds to bogs,
He d quote (who is it ?) with a cheerful voice,
Smiling, " If heaven sends rain, why rain 's my choice ! "
But let heaven try it now, and hear him shout,
" Confound the wet — washing my seedlings out ! "
Once, a sun-worshipper, he 'd bask and brown
A month on end ; now, let the sun beam down
For one blest week, he scowls and fags about,
Weighed down with watering - pots, and drats the
drought.
So day by day he casts indignant eyes
Upon eacli changing aspect of the skies ;
And every night before he goes to bed
Bangs the barometer and shakes his head—
A worn disproof, whate'er its inward grace,
That " honest labour wears a lovely face ! "
Poor chap ! I know now when I look on you
Why " Mary, Mary " so " contrairy " grew :
Still, rain or shine, the primal curse holds out :
Who tills the earth pays the old price, no doubt.
But, ere that ban a kindly soul can sour,
And blight for good your joy in fruib and flower,
And lest the clay you 're made of, some ill day,
Hurl down the hoe and curse its fellow clay,
Be wise, good friend, before it grows too late,
And let the jobbing gardener through your gate.
THE THRUSH'S SONG.
DEAR SIB,— I am a naturalist of considerable (local)
repute, and my latest self-appointed task has been the
study of bird-songs, and their translation, as far as possible,
into human language. It may interest you to know that
my researches have enabled me to disprove the popular
fallacy that the Tnrdus musicus (common song thrush)
warbles his roulades and cadenzas for the allurement and
gratification of his mate. This is not the case, for, far from
being of an amorous nature, tlie vocal outbursts of our
speckled-breasted songster are nothing more or less than
a caustic criticism on the manners and appearance of his
hated rival on the next tree but one.
In submitting my translation herewith, I beg to mention
that my garden is situated within the ten-mile radius, where
.the birds sing with a slightly Cockney accent.
First Thrush.
"Swank! Swank! Swank! Swank! Swank!
Get yer beak clipped! Get yer beak clipped! Got yer
beak clipped !
Tut! Tut! Tut! Tut! Tut! Tut!
Silly fool! Silly fool! Silly fool! Silly fool!
Cheese it, do ! Cheese it, do ! Cheese it, do !
Naughty! Naughty! Naughty! Naughty!
Pip, pip ! Pip, pip ! Pip, pip !
Swelled head and empty too! Swelled head and empty
too ! Swelled head and empty too !
She's a peach, peach, peach, peach, peach, peach, PEACH!
For you to eat ? For you to eat ? For you to eat ?
I don't think ! I don't think ! I don't think 1
Cool cheek ! Cool cheek ! Cool cheek !
I fill the bill— I 'm It ! I fill the bill— I 'm It I I fill the
bill— I 'm It ! " (Pause to take, breath and a passing fly.)
Second Thrush.
"Swank! Swank! Swank! Swank! Swank!"
(and so on to end).
If any of your readers are inclined to doubt this inter-
pretation, I merely ask them to step into any London park
or garden and test its accuracy for themselves.
Yours faithfully, OBSERVANT ORNITHOLOGIST.
The duties of a Surveyor are arduous. We read in Tht
Sanitary Record and Municipal Engineering —
"The Wells Urban District Council have been inviting tenders foi
the purchase of a rotary road sweeping machine, and the Surveyi
has been instructed to go through same, and report to the I
meeting."
We hope he '11 come out all right.
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(Mother, trying to soothe restless infant, changes it over to 'her other arm.}
Nervous Gentleman. "Hi! DON'T POINT THAT THING AT ME, MY GOOD WOMAN!
OUR BOOKING-OFFICE.
(By Mr. Punch's Staff of Learned Clerks.)
Boy Scouts Beyond the Seas (PEARSON) is the outcome
of Lt.-Gen. Sir EOBERT BADEN-POWELL'S " recent tour of
inspection among the Boy Scouts, not only in our overseas
dominions, but also in the United States, Japan and China,"
and in several European countries. The book should, I
imagine, appeal urgently to those for whom it has been
written, and, at any rate, I can vouch for the fact that it is
a wondrous mine of information. Do you, for instance,
know what the word " buccaneer " originally meant, and
can you explain why the kea is an extraordinarily
unpleasint bird? Then again I discovered that Sir
ROHEIIT is " generally up before half-past five," and this
was aU:o news to me. I think, however, that to tell a
Boy Scout that " a fathom is six feet " is — or ought to be —
rather unnecessary. The narrative is interspersed with
little quips — I can hardly call them jokes — which are
apparently intended to help the reader's digestion. That
they did not assist mine is probably just as it should be,
and I am very content to believe that Sir EGBERT under-
stands to perfection both the matter that Boy Scouts
ought to have and the manner in which they must have it.
I solemnly curse that kindly disposition, innate in all
reviewers, whereby they are prompted to say a good word
for all and sundry and are left with no adequate means of
advertising real achievement when they come across it. I
would at this moment be re-possessed of all the superlatives
I have squandered that I might spend them in the praise
of Mrs. BELLOC LOWNDES" Studies in Love and in Terror
(METHUEN). That title not only indicates exactly what the
reader may expect to find inside the cover but it is typical
of Mrs. LOWNDES' method of getting to business. When
less gifted authors would have searched high and low for a
captivating phrase, she is content quietly to explain the
position, and this, when you come to think of it, is what
authors as well as titles are for. Mrs. LOWNDES fulfils her
purpose excellently ; having read her, you say, not " What
a way she has of expressing things!" but, "What things
she has a way of expressing! ' Yet her art, if it is hidden,
is there ; for her style, which no one would examine but a
critic, is found upon such examination to be exquisite. Of
five faultless stories, the first, "Price of Admiralty," is
perhaps the best; the situation of Jacques de Wissant,
Mayor of Falaise, bourd by his public duty to pay honour to
the brave dead, who is at that moment first known to him to
be his own wife's lover, is a masterpiece of irony in conception
and exposition. The four which follow lack only the striking
novelty of the first ; their circumstances are more familiar,
but otherwise their merit is the same. Indeed and in short,
the stories have been to me, and must be to all who read
them, five very thrilling experiences.
Never having read He Who Passed, I am unable to claim
any share in the pleasant things that its author says of the
critics of this work, in dedicating to them her latest pro-
duction, The Life Mask (HEINEMANN). As I understand,
however, that the one was supposed to be fact, while the
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oilier is admittedly fiction, I have no hesitation ia calling
die latter the better of the two. Comparisons apart, more-
over, The Life Ma si; struck mo as being a highly remark-
able novel, with a plot both striking and original, and
written in a style quite distinctive and charming. Like
all stories whose theme is " wrop in mystery," it is
difficult to criticise without revealing the secret and thus
depriving the author of her chief effect. This I will cer-
tainly not do. From the moment of your introduction to
•Inila, the girl-widow, living apparently in hiding as the
•niest of her devoted old nurse, and haunted by dreams of
some hideous tragedy 'that has ruined her life, you naturally
want to know what this was. For Anita, pleasure is
supposed to he over; there is nothing before her but to
e\Ut unnoticed and, if possible, forgotten. But old Sarah
thinks otherwise, and takes her charge to Spain, where, in
an exquisite old garden, the inevitable man appears. He
and Anita are lovers at sight ; but there is still the sinister
and horrible secret as a barrier between them. Perhaps
the secret itself is so obvious that I might have betrayed it
with no great harm to your
enjoyment. But the final
removal of the barrier — ah 1
no power should make me
anticipate the manner of
this. I shall just say that
seldom, if ever, has a tale
given me so genuine a sur-
prise or such an unex-
pectedly creepy sensation.
And of course, looking back,
that explains everything. It
certainly makes a haunting
end to an unusual book.
I -,
Pension Officer. "WELL, MICHAEL, so YOU 'BE LIVING YET?"
Michael (nged 75), "'DEED, AN' I AM, Son; AN' I ALWAYS KOTICE
THAT ANNY YEAR I DOIt'l DIB IN MARCH I DOS'! VIE AT ALL THAT
SBAB."
It is very hard to know
what to make of Hcnnj
Kemplon, officer in the
English army, who bounds
as it were from the brain
of EVEL.YN BRENTWOOD and
The Bodley Head. The
son of a plebeian furniture
dealer, lie is consumed with
an ambition for social pro-
gress not unlike that of GEOUQE GISSINO'S tragical figures,
and, on the advice of a duke's daughter whom he hap-
pens to meet at a very mixed garden party, enters the
24th Hussars. In this regiment, which seems to be all
at twenty-sixes and twenty-sevens, he falls under the
influence of Major the Honourable John Carados, a
soldier whose immorality and cynicism are only equalled
by his fearlessness and efficiency. When this gentleman
commits suicide through disappointment in a sordid Jove
affair, Henry follows the advice of his idol to the extent of
obtaining the V.C. solely in order to advertise himself, but
is too cold-blooded to experience sentimental emotion and
becomes engaged to Lady Violet liavcnscroft without having
a particle of affection for her. The problem before the
writer appears to be to make him sufficiently human to
satisfy the demands of romantic heroism. The difficulty is
solved by the curious expedient of making him suddenly
cast aside his asceticism and betray his troth to his fiancee,
at the beginning of the Boer War, with a Dutch woman who
aims at playing the role of Jael and leads Henry and his
regiment into a trap in which most of them are assassinated.
Grievously wounded, he is forgiven by Lady Violet, and the
novel ends happily on this agreeable note/ The grammar
of this book is almost as improbable as some of its incidents,
but there is a certain rude force about many of the scenes
that made mo not nearly so much distressed by these
deficiencies as I felt that I ought to be.
There are those who object to Mr. PETT RIDGE'S humour
on the ground of its unvarying Pett-Bidgidity. They
complain that it tends to become mere stereo. It is true
that it has not a very wide range ; but, on the other hand,
it seldom fails to sparkle and be exhilarating; and I for
one have no quarrel with a bottle of champagne because it
resembles other bottles of champagne which may have
come my way. The PKTT RIDGK joke is constructed on a
formula easy to understand but hard to imitate. It looks
simpler than it is. Thus, in his latest work, a Super-
intendent, discussing the tracking of certain evil-doers,
says to the bungling station-detective, " Will you keep your
eyes open, Sergeant — ," pauses and adds, " and look out
for another berth." That sort of thing seems tolerably
easy, yet the fact remains that Mr. PETT RIDGE is the only
writer, except Mr. W. W. JACOBS, who does it even
passably well. It is the
humour of unexpectedness,
a polished version of that
which earns the music-hall
cross-talk comedians their
vast salaries. All of which
is leading up to the state-
ment that, if Mr. PETT
RIDGE'S other collections of
sketches have pleased you,
you will like Mixed Grill
(HODDEB AND STOUGHTON).
You may find one or two
stories in the book hardly
worth reprinting, but the
majority are of a quality
deserving the dignity of
stiff red covers. " The Rest
Cure " is perhaps the best
of the fifteen, with " Loose
Cash " a good sesond; and,
as for the book as a whole,
I quote Mr. PETT RIKGK'S
waiter, " You may not like
all of it, but what you
don't care for you can easily leave."
REVENGE.
You ancient sisters twain who glowered at me
When, having almost missed my train at Harwich,
I, mazed by bawling porters, breathlessly
Blundered into your carriage,
It was not kind, nay, cruel 'twas of you
To show how much you loathed my forced intrusion :
The advent of some wild beast from the^Zoo
Had scarce wrought worse confusion.
But, oh, I scored ! For when we came to where
The tunnel runs between those last two stations,
Safe in the dark, I gave the ambient air
Six sounding osculations.
Then, with the daylight, as I rose to reach
My bag down — just a swift glance towards you
daring — -
I joyed to see with stern conviction each
At the other grimly glaring.
APRIL 1C, 1913.]
PUNCH, OR THE LONDON -CHARIV AIM.
293
CHARIVARIA.
THE Tnu:s points out that a feature
of tho proposed levy on property in
Germany will bo an attempt to make
all foreigners who are engaged in pro-
fitable occupations in that country take
their full share in this work of German
self-sacrifice. It is unlikely that an
exception will bo made even in favour
of Englishmen. # +
*
Tho British steamer Taion reports,
on her arrival at Hong Kong, that
pirates who had booked as
passengers have risen and
iiiunlered some of the other
passengers, and succeeded in
getting away with a consider-
able quantity of booty. To
avoid a repetition of tho inci-
dent it is proposed that in
future all pirates before book-
ing as passengers shall be
required to wear jerseys with
a skull and cross-hones plainly
embroidered on the front.
*...*
Lord DENHIGH, Colonel of
tho I1.A.O., has been drawing
attention to our system of
training tlio Territorial artil-
lery. The men, it seems, are
supplied with obsolete guns,
and aro allowed to practise
only onco in two years. The
' 'limitation to an enemy to
over and invade us in
tlio year during which the
H.A.O. has had no practice
must be almost irresistible.
*...*
Tho second volume of TJic
Life of Dai' id Lloyd George
has appeared. To those on
the look-out for a good
investment •
***
Mr. ASQUITH, a parlia-
< nicntary reporter informs us,
! has had his hair cut closely
at tho back and sides. We should bavo
j thought that if ever there was a time
' when it was essential that the PBEMIEB
should keep his hair on it is the present.
* *
There is, of course, no truth whatever
in tho absurd rumour that tho reason
why the PBEMIEB has altered his
appearance is that he has been gambling
wished to baffle tho police.
* *
It is curious how often animal-lovers
aro indifferent to the suffering of their
own species. It is reported that, in
!"T present libel action, Miss LIND-AF-
llu.r.ity, tlio anti-vivisectionist, pro-
poses to address the judge and jury for
a space of twenty-four hours.
The Suffragettes' policy of burning
down houses is, we learn from head-
quarters, proving a most successful
one, a number of well-insured builders
•having been recently converted to their
views. $ +
*
A correspondent who has been reading
about tho damago done to valuable
pictures at Manchester by tho Suffra-
gettes respectfully draws tho ladies'
attention to tho works of the Post-Im-
pressionists at present on view in
"London.
still. They will, on payment of the
usual fare, welcome not only dogs, but
any of the milder animals, such as doves,
ant-eaters, deer, slothrj, elephants and
silk-worms. + ^
*
Torquay has decided to celebrate the
centenary of WAONEIS'S birth by holding
a WAQNEB festival. This is a much
better idea than giving a Rag-Tirno
concert in honour of the occasion.
TJia
article
Family Doctor publishes an
on tho value of onions. Our
contemporary, however,
omits to mention one of their
most useful qualities. The
onion-cater never suffers from
overcrowding.
* *
Wo cannot agree with Mr.
WATSON'S allegation that no
one nowadays cares much for
poetry. Why, 'only the other
day, in ono of tho poorest
districts, we came across tlio
following notice on the win-
dow of a little third - rate
crockery shop : —
" ALT, KINDS OP POTEBY
SOLD HEBE."
* *
At Oaken, near Wolvcr-
hampton, some men who
broke into the residence of a
local ironmaster not only
stripped the house of silver
and plate, but also burst open
the children's money-box and
took the contents. It looks
as if our burglars arc losing
all theirpretty sentimentality.
" Mi.w Annie Kenny, the Suf-
fragette leader, appeared at Bow-
street Police-court thig afternoon
under a statue of Kdward the
Third. . . . The crowd was crowded
with well-dressed Suffragettes." —
Evening News.
We cannot help thinking
As, however, the Futurist painter, | that a statue of BoADicEAor JOAN OF ABC
GINO SGVERIKI, declares himself a would have been more appropriate. It
" Dynamist " it is possible that he and might have made the crowd even more
tho Suffragettes have much in common, crowded.
Oirncr of Motor-boat (to friftid). "GEi:t THAT WAS
SQUEAK. I GCESg WE SCARED THOSE BEGGAIiS 6OME."
The instalment system seems to be
gaining in public favour. A mother at
Barrow in Lancashire has given birth
to a twin six weeks after tho arrival of
its young relative.
* *
Tho Tramways Committee of the
Middlesex County Council propose to
allow dogs to be carried on their cars.
The London County Council Tram-
ways Committee, whose receipts have
"Auri Sacra Fames."
"News has been received that Miss H. O.
Pagan, a nurso at Modderfontein, is the win-
ner of a competition set by tho Khodcsian
Kistoddfod for a South African National
Anthem. The anthem runs :
Gold bless and keep our land ! "
Daily Mail.
" Pagan " seems the right word.
A detective and nn alleged burglar h id a
fierce strupglo in a beer-house with an off-
licence at Sunderland early yesterday morn-
recently been dwindling, are, it is i ing." — Daily Mail.
rumoured, contemplating going further | Savage things these off-licences.
PUNCH, OR THE LONDON^CHAEIVARL
[APRIL 16, 1913.
THOUGHTS ON SPRING TROUSERINGS.
[••Did you ever sec a man whose suit was made of precisely the
• illi-rn rlnth :is \<mr own? ... t«ofo in
m still lo,,kin« for the mm who affeets my identical taste
modem tweeds."—" The Office Window" oj " Ihc Daily Vt
WHF.X critics in a captious koy
Eeiterate the old, old twaddlo
That men in outward form agreo
Like vegetables— pea and pea —
Made on the selfsame model,
I answer, " Tut ! " and turn to muse
Upon the splendid thought how nob is
The wealth and varied range of views
Exposed by people when they choose
Some vernal scheme in breeches.
Whether a chaste or loud design,
Their choice is individualistic;
Within' the tailor's awful shrine
Each separate soul adopts a lino
Aloof and almost mystic.
But men are countless as the dew;
And since, in -even Spring's profusion,
Patterns are relatively few,
A single typo may servo for two
Without the least collusion.
Hence the engaging fancy cheers
My breast like wine amid carousers —
That somewhere in this Vale of Tears
There" moves a man of middle years
Who shares my taste in trousers.
Him should I meet, and mark the same
Continuations on his leg, oh,
Oh then I 'd wrap mo round his framo
With instant ardour and exclaim,
"My twinl my alter ego I"
But ah ! my heart — I dare not think
How it would chirrup like a cello
If he, the sage of pen and ink,
Who paints "The Office Window
Should prove to be my fellow!
pink,
o. s.
THE WAR.
THE girl who helped in the opposite flat was talking to
the porter on the ground floor landing : — •
" All I can say is, I wish this 'ere war was over and done
for, but I suppose if it wasn't the war it 'd be somethin
else. Father and Uncle Bill do get that 'ot with one
another whenever they meets, I wonder they care to go on
visitin', but father says 'e's got 'is family feelin's and Uncle
Bill says 'e won't never give us up, 'im bein' mother's only
brother and 'avin' a nice little bit o' property — 'ouses, you
know, and that kind o' thing. So there they go quarrellin'
and 'avin' a scrap, and next day or the day arter they 're
both as lovin' as a pair o' saints in a winder.
" Last time it was all about LLOYD GEORGE, and they
finished up by father chuckin' a sossidge at Uncle Bill's
face — ah, and not missin' him neither. 'E's a good un to
aim is father, and when it 'it Uncle Bill it went squelch,
and Uncle Bill got more supper than 'e bargin'd for. Well,
they made up that little bit o' business through father
writin' to Uncle Bill and sayin' 'e forgot at the moment
'e 'd got a sossidge in 'is 'and, and 'e 'oped it would be took
n the sperit it was offered ; and Uncle Bill answered on
i lovely sheet o' paper with 'is monnygram in blue at tho
top, a W and a S all mixed up together like, to stand for
William Sampson, and 'o said 'o wasn't one for bad blood
between brothers-in-lor, but 'e was sorry about the waste
of a good sossidge, and this oughter be a lesson to all
of us not to let our angry passions git in the way of our
friendships, and as to the apolligy 'o accepted it and would
come round soon and smoke the pipe o' peace.
1 Well, 'e come o' Sunday night just as mother and me
was clearin' up supper, and father says, ' Bravo, Bill,' 'e
says, ' you 're a man o' your word,' and Uncle Bill says that
nobody's ever found Bill Sampson backward in that way.
I 've come arter supper,' 'e says with a laugh, ' so 's not to
git mixed up with the eatables this time,' 'e says. ' It might
30 a pork-pie next, and that ain't so soft as a sossidge,' and
;hen we all 'ad a good laugh — all except father, and 'e did
'is bist to jine in. Father's a very generous man, but 'e's
proud, and I could see 'e didn't relish Uncle Bill illudin' to
the little contrytemps — that 's what Undo Bill called it in
"is joky way. It 's the same as what we call a rough and
tumble.
Father and Uncle Bill lit their pipes and then they got
to work on their talkin'. They started about the war, and
father 'e says, 'I don't 'old with this 'ere naval deming-
stration,' 'e says. ' I 'm for the Montynegroes,' 'e says, ' and
I don't see what call we 've got to put no .pressure on 'em.
They 're little uns,' 'e says, ' but they 're plucky, and I can't
abear to see them big bullies set about them.. That ain't a
proper use for our Dreadnoughts.'
That 's • all very well,' says Uncle Bill ; ' but you 're
forgittin' the balince o' power.'
" ' What 's that ? ' says father.
" ' It 's this,' says Uncle Bill. ' Supposin' you was to go
and grab 'old of a pot o' money that don't belong to you —
" ' 'E 'd never do that," says mother. ' 'E ain't one o'
that sort.'
" ' Ah, but I 'm supposin',' says Uncle Bill. ' It 's only
'ipothical,' 'e says, or some such word us that. ' I 'in not
really sayin' 'e 'd go for to pinch what don't belong to 'im.1
" ' And you 'd better not, Bill Samps.on,' says father.
' But let 's 'ear a bit more about this 'ere balince o' yourn.'
"'Let's say as I pinched the. money,' says Uncle Bill.
' Well, if we wos both Great Powers and you come along,
you 'd 'ave the right to make me give you 'alf on it."
" ' Is that the lor ? ' says father.
" ' That 's the concert o' Europe,' says Uncle Bill.
"'Then,' says father,,'! don't want no more o' your
concerts. I '11 'ave no second 'elpin' o' that dish. I 'm a
Montynegro, I am, and I don't care 'oo 'ears me say it.'
"'But,' says Uncle Bill, 'the Austrians are mobilisin'
their army.'
. " ' Let 'em mobilise,' says father. ' They won't 'urt no-
body but theirselves. They 're all talk.'
" ' They 're not the only ones,' says Uncle Bill. ' There 's
others can do a bit o' talkin' too.'
" ' Meanin' yourself, I suppose,' says father.
" ' No,' says Uncle Bill, ' ineanin' you.'
" ' Now, look 'ere, Bill Sampson,' says father,
I 've 'ae
too much o' you and your balinccs and your concerts o'
Europe. You 're enough to make a monkey cry with your
bully in' nonsense. If you can't argue no better than that,
go and do it somewhere else.'
" Uncle Bill give 'im a look, and then 'e put on 'is 'at and
went out o' the door ; but 'e 'adn't bin gorn more 'n 'alf a
minute before 'e puts 'is 'ead in agin and shouts, ' Abar
Montynegro!' I dunno what 'e meant. Father 'eaved u
cushin at 'im, but Unclo was too quick. We ain't seen
'im since."
PUNCH, OR THE LONDON CHARIVARI.— Ai-nir, Ifl, 1913.
PROFESSIONAL JEALOUSY.
PRESIDENT WOODKOW WILSON. " HE 'S SUFFERING FROM EXCESS OF TARIFF. I SHALL
HAVE TO REDUCE HIM."
MH. BONAB LAW. " I WISH I HAD A PATIENT WITH HALF HIS COMPLAINT."
ArniL 1C, 1913.]
PUNCH, OR THE LONDON CIIAIMVAIM.
2U7
"WHAT A VERT XICE LITTLE EOT FREDDT is— so QUIET AND WELL-BEHAVED."
I'M BLOWED! You MOTHERS ARE RUM! THAT'S WHAT FBEDDIE'S MOTHEB ALWAYS SATS ABOUT ME 1 "
TO A BEAUTY PHOTOGRAPHER.
(By a celebrity in time of crisis.)
Lo, as a lover steals with faltering feet,
On Valentine his morning, to the doors
Of his coy mistress, so to this your seat,
Artist, I come, and with all force entreat,
" Take me, for I am yours."
Yet, ere you lead mo to the torture chair,
Hear first my charge : ' Tis generally borno
That only Beauty gains your favouring care,
That you restrict your labours to the fair ;
Others you treat with scorn.
Well, I lack loveliness (and so do you) ;
It is for that that I demand your skill.
Art should create ; where Nature's charms are few,
It is for Art to show what She can do.
What — are you stubborn still ?
Then further. In your ear let mo confess
That I am famous ; I have written books ;
There is an editor who asks, no less,
To put me in our Illustrated Press,
That men may know my looks.
It is a crisis, gravely tho' I shrink
From the publicity that must bo faced ;
And really, if the people have to drink
My features in, it would bo well, I think.
To give them something chaste.
Therefore I beg you, by your sacred Art,
To tone me up and do tho thing in stylo;
There may ho money in it quite apart
From the advertisement. Ila I ha ! you start.
Ileav'u bless you for that smile !
Come, then, to work, and, as tho need is groat,
So bo your triumph. This shall bo my pose;
Yours be the rest. 'Tis yours to palliate,
To make the rugged smooth, the crooked straight,
Especially my nose.
Now I am settled. Stately as a swan,
Thoughtful but not austere. Woa, Artist, woa 1
I have a giggling humour coming on.
You looked so funny. It will pass anon.
Now. Are you ready? Go I
The Graceful Touch..
"Mr. Collins Bailey, of Portsmouth, delivered a short address on
Home Eulc, and the remainder o£ tho evening was pleasantly spent."
1'artsmoutk Evening Newt.
We regret to state that tho rumour that tho Master of
ELIBANK is about to follow the example of the MACLAINE of
Lochbuio and go on tho variety stage, with tho idea of
interpreting the emotions of his old colleagues in the Scots
Cabinet, is officially denied.
298
PUNCH, OR THE LONDON CHARIVARI.
[Aram 16, 1913.
ONCE UPON A TIME.
THE KKSOLUTE SPIRIT.
ONCE upon a time there was in the
Suffolk village of South Highbolt a
Tudor gi ungo. It was richly timbered,
with vine leaves carved on its barge-
boards, and it had a great hall with
a roof-tree springing from a cross-beam
of massive stoutness, and a very beauti-
ful pilastered gallery, and altogether it
\v:is such a house as, although damp
and insanitary, sends romantic travellers
into ecstasies. But it had come upon
evil days, and having been bought
cheaply by a speculative London
builder had been sold by him at an
enormous profit to an American pluto-
crat, and — a minute plan of all having
been prepared — was now being taken
down with great care, every brick, stone
and beam numbered, to bo
re-erected in the American
millionaire's estate on the
banks of the Hudson as a
garden hostel for his guests
and a perpetual reminder of
a country older and more
beautiful than his own.
Now it happened that,
like most Tudor granges,
this one was haunted. Ever
since the year 1592, when
a wealthy heir apparent,
named Geoffrey, bad been
poisoned with a dish of toad-
stools by his spendthrift
younger brother, more than
anxious to upset the ex-
asperating financial pro-
visions of primogeniture,
and their sister Alice had
" marry wo must go with it, no matter
where."
"Nay, sister," said Geoffrey, "that
were foolish. We are Suffolk ghosts —
mora than Suffolk, South Highbolt
ghosts — and here we ought to stay.
Suppose it is going to London — how
then ? You are far too simple and
countrified for the great city. The
others will laugh at you."
" Let them," said Alice, " I care not."
" Wait till you hear them," said
Geoffrey, " all sensitive as you are !
Anyway, here I mean to stay."
" But how foolish ! " said Alice ;
for surely, Geoffrey, you would not
haunt nothing? What use could that
be ? How can you make nothing creak ?
or blow out candles when there are
none ? or moan along passages that do
not exist ? or wring your hands in
Extract from a letter to an editor.
OF YOUB COLUMNS."
1 I THANK YOU FOB THE HOSPITALITY
unconsciously partaken of the same
dish, Alice and Geoffrey, as well as
could be managed in their disembodied
state, had devoted themselves to the
old home and the discomfort of its vari-
ous successive inhabitants; and their
dismay was intense on seeing its com-
ponent parts gradually being packed
into a series of trucks, to be drawn to
some distant spot by a traction-engine.
To demolition pure and simple they
were accustomed. Many were the
neighbouring mansions, most of them
also haunted, which they had seen
pulled down, and not a few rebuilt ; but
it was a new experience to observe a
house bodily removed they knew not
whither, nor could they discover. In
vain were other ghosts consulted;
none knew, not even the youngest.
The point then was, what was to be
done? for Geoffrey and Alice were
divided in opinion as to their duty, Alice
considering that her first allegiance was
to the structure, and Geoffrey that his
was to the site.
South Highbolt at casements that are
elsewhere ? "
" True," replied Geoffrey, " but I can
carry on the mechanism of haunting
just the same. I can gibber where
the old home used to stand, as many
another honest Suffolk ghost, ay, and
Essex and Norfolk ghosts too, I wis,
are doing at this moment. I belong to
the village and shall stay here. I hate
travel. No doubt to create anything
like the sensation to which I have been
accustomed will be difficult, but I can
do my best. Even the poorest efforts,
however, will be better than accom-
panying a traction - engine along a
public road in broad day — verily a de-
grading occupation for the unlaid spirit
of a fair lady."
"Circumstances alter cases," Alice
replied. " I conceive my duty to be to
yonder wood and stone. Nothing shall
shakt it.e. Wherever they go, there go
I also."
' And I too," said Geoffrey, " am
rl,° adamant. South Highbolt is my homo
.t is our famdy home," said Alice ; and never will I leave it."
It therefore happened that when the
time caino for the road-train to leave
every vestige of the house being packe>
away, Alice took a tearful farewell o
her brother and crept dismally into th
last truck with a bibulous brakesman
and either such was her melancholy ai
leaving home or such the completeness
of his potations that she caused him
not a single tremor all the way to
Harwich, where a vessel was waiting
to convoy the grange to America. Ii
was when Alice realised this and took
up her abode in the stufty hold as near
to the roof-tree as she could nestle thai
her courage first began to fail, for she
was a bad sailor ; but once again duty
triumphed. . . .
It was on the first night on which
the re-erected Tudor grange was openec
as a hostel for the millionaire's guests
~^_aai.a_r. — *}nat Alice was placed in the
delectable position of realis-
ing that the consciousness
of having been virtuous is
not always the only reward
of a virtuous deed ; for she
had hardly waved her arms
more than thrice, or uttered
more than three of those
blood-curdling shrieks
which dated from the mo-
ment when her suspicions
that the fungus that she had
just swallowed so greedily
was not a mushroom but
a toadstool assumed an
air of fact, when Professor
Uriah K. Bleeter, one of
the most determined foes
of the American Society of
Psychical Eesearch and all
its works, sprang through his bedroom
window to the ground below, taking
with him the sash and some dozens of
diamond panes.
And now the Tudor grange, even
emptier than it had been for so long in
England (since America is a greater
country), is once more for sale, pre-
ferably to a Suffolk landowner ; and the
millionaire who bought it lives entirely
on his yacht.
From a police-court case headed
" Furious Driving " in The Cramer
Post :—
"Police-constable Woodcock said ho saw
defendant drive tho horse over three-quarters
of a mile of road in twenty minutes. When
he stopped defendant the horse was trembling."
A chill, no doubt.
"It is a fact not generally known that
sailors who are off tho southern coast of South
America, and are in want of water, make for
the mouth of tho Amazon, where they can
procure fresh water 200 miles from tho coast."
Rexall News.
It seerns a long way to go for a drink.
PUNCH, OR THE LONDON CHARIVARI.
Host. "EIow DO Ton LIKE THE COUBSE?"
Visitor. " WELL, I DON'T WISH TO APPEAB usonATEFCi,, BUT I SHOULD LIKE TO i.in cows ! "
ORIGINS.
THE Select Committee on Motor
Traffic dangers, whatever the results
of its investigations may be, has at
least made a splendid start. Ib has
already earned the gratitude of all
antiquarians by the flood of valuable
light which it bas-thrown on the vexed
(|uesiion of tho origin of the Rule of
! the Road. One of tho witnesses has
pointed out that the rule camo into
. be-in™ " about the time when men
d swords, so that they could
i seize their weapons with their free
hand and turn round and defend them-
68 against attacks from behind."
Wo may now confidently look to the
Select Committee, in tho course of the
sittings that are yet to come, to en-
: lighten us upon tho origin of other
' curious customs — equally closely con-
i nccted with tho dangers of motor traffic
— which have grown up almost im-
perceptibly among us.
Does the custom, for instance, of
walking on the outside of the pave-
| mcnt when in tho company of a lady
i date — as wa have always supposed—
I from about tho time when ladies took
: ntcrest in shop windows?
Is it true — as wo have good reason to
believe — that tho custom of shaking
K.mds when acquaintances meet dates
i from about tho time when men con-
sidered it prudent to keep the other
fellow's right hand out of mischief until
they saw how he was going to take it ?
Are wo right in supposing that tho
custom of knocking at a door before
entering — obviously an old survival —
dates back to about the time when most
private residences wore protected by a
portcullis, on which you had to knock
pretty hard if you wanted to make your
way in ?
These are moot points, some of them
perhaps more moot than others; but
there is no doubt at all in our mind
that the custom of dressing for dinner
dates back to about tho time when the
Court of OH ARMS II. encouraged luxury,
and no one dreamt of getting out of bed
before that hour of tho day; and it
is interesting to note that the custom of
using umbrellas dates back to about the
time when they were first introduced.
We hope that if witnesses before tho
Select Committee have any more solu-
tions to offer they will at least be free
from ill-natured criticism. Ib has
already been pointed out that tho Rule
of the Road on the Continent is the
reverse of what it is in this country;
but that circumstance is duo, wo under-
stand, not so much to the fact that
swrards were never carried in France
j or Germany, as to tho fact that all
I foreigners in the Middle Ages were
! notoriously left-handed.
FLIGHTS OF FANCY.
["We sh.ill all ba flying soon." — 1/ia
Trehawke J)arics.]
ALTHOUGH my flying days are o'er,
And I, now verging on threo-scoro,
Do not intend to quit tho floor,
I greet with feelings of elation
The prospect that awaits tho nation
Of univeis.il aviation.
*****
I 'd simply lovo to see UALI. CAME
Careering in an aeroplane
Athwart the limitless inane ;
Or watch Sir HERBERT ]II:I:I:BOIIII
TREE
Soar to tho zenith like a beo,
With Mr. HANDEL BOOTH, "M.P. ;
Or mark, upon some night in Juno,
Great GARVIN, in a gas balloon,
Shoot madly upward to tho moon;
Or gaze with rapture on LE QUEUX
As in his hydroplane he flew
To Vladivostok or Peru ;
Or speed tho parting of " TAT PAT ".
As gallantly ho winged his way
To Stellenbosch or Baffin's Bay.
*****
Oh, won't it be a priceless boon —
Far finer than a'rag-timo tune —
To see those worthies flying soon /
SCO
PUNCH, OR THE LONDON CHAEIVARI.
[APRIL 16, 1913.
WILLIAM'S SECRET.
[.•l siuth/ in ihemethodtofMr.Wn&zjJi
1.1: (,>frrx, irhost new book, "Mys-
teries" (WARD, LOCK & Co.), leaves
us col<l.~\
THE mystery of tho astounding events
which startled all Europe a few years
ago lias never been elucidated, therefore
now for the first time I will relate the
facts which will astonish many.
It was a beautiful evening in Sept-
ember, and London was, as is usual at
such times, empty. I had received my
customary invitations from tho Nobility
to shoot over their preserves, but I had
decided to remain in the -Mecca of all
Englishmen, London, in the hope that
some astounding adventure might hap-
pen to me. Therefore it was that I was
seated alone with my revolver in the
smoking-room of the Devonshire Club
on a -beautiful evening in September.
Suddenly the door opened and my
old, friend Baron Banana came in. I
had frequently dined with him on his
yacht at Monte Carlo, therefore I knew
him well.
" Good evening, Caro Barone," I said
with a gay smile, for he and I had
always been great companions and had
sometimes lent each other money.
" My friend," he said, putting his
hand on my shoulder and1 twirling his
moustache despairingly, " I want you
to do something for the Czar of Russia."
At these wordj his face went the colour
of ashes.
" What is it ? " I asked hoarsely.
In an instant three low-looking de-
termined men in dark tweed overcoats
burst into the room, each with a loaded
revolver covering us.
" The papers," muttered the first of
them thickly, levelling his revolver
unhesitatingly at Baron Banana's neck,
" give me the papers ! "
Without a word I handed him Tte
Times, The Daily Telegraph, The West-
minster Gazette, The Morning Post and
The Daily .Chronicle.
The ruffian, who had a big black
beard and elastic-sided boots, blanched
visibly, and turning again to my friend
Baron Banana angrily pressed his
revolver, which was loaded to the hilt,
against the Baron's elbow.
" Give me the secret papers," he said
in a hoarse whisper to my friend.
" They were stolen from me yester-
day," said my friend Baron Banana,
with whom I had often dined on his
yacht at Monte Carlo.
The ruffian went as pale as ashes.
Without a moment's hesitation he dis-
charged his deadly weapon at the
ceiling. Immediately I fainted.
* * * *
When I recovered consciousness two
years later, I found myself to my
amazement lying in a sumptuously-
furnished cabin. Therefore 1 went on
deck and found that I was on a mag-
nificent steam-yacht off the coast of
Algeria.
Suddenly the most beautiful girl I
have ever scon appeared on deck and
glided towards mo. In less than a
month we were the greatest friends.
" I adoro you," I declared passion-
ately one evening, taking out my
revolver and raising her hand to my
lips.
" Hush," sho murmured in a hoarse
whisper.
Two weeks passed, and I was stand-
ing on deck one morning when she
came suddenly towards me, her beauti-
ful face the colour of ashes.
" What is it? " I asked hoarsely.
She handed me a packet of papers.
" Take these," she said, " and give
them to Popoff, the Chief of the
Police in Warsaw," mentioning the
name of the most dreaded detective in
Eussia, Paul Popoff. "It is a matter
of life and death."
" Whoso ? " I asked anxiously.
" Yours," replied the beautiful girl,
whose name I found out afterwards was
Maritza.
Immediately I swooned.
*****
I must have been unconscious for six
months. When I came round I found
myself to my astonishment in the deep-
est dungeon of the dreaded Schiisselburg,
from which no prisoner ever returns
alivo. I made up my mind that my
last moment had arrived, and drawing
my revolver decided to sell my life
dearly.
Suddenly the door of my cell was
opened, and my old friend Baron Banana,
•with whom I used frequently to lunch
on his yacht at Monte Carlo, was kicked
by one of the guards.
" How are you, my dear old chap ? "
I said, for his face was as pale as ashes.
" The papers ? " he said in a hoarse
whisper.
We drew out our revolvers, for we
were resolved to sell our lives dearly, if
the guards interrupted us at this
moment.
"I am Paul Popoff," my friend Baron
Banana went on, mentioning the name
of the most dreaded detective in Eussia.
Immediately I drew out the packet,
which Maritza had given me, from the
lining of my waistcoat.
Without a word the Baron opened
the packet with the greatest eagerness.
Suddenly he gave a cry. The packet
contained, not the letters he had hoped
for, but a deadly bomb !
Both our faces went the colour of
ashes.
Then there was a loud explosion —
and I knew no more.
*****
When I recovered consciousness I
found myself, to my intense surprise,
in the Barnes mortuary. As may be
supposed, I desired to remain in that
place not an instant longer than was
necessary, therefore I escaped by the
window. Having a few shillings still
left in my pocket, I took a taxi to Scot-
land Yard in order to clear up the
mystery of my friend Baron Banana
and tho beautiful Maritza, whom I still
loved with all the intensity of my soul.
At Scotland Yard I waited for three
weeks, when suddenly the door opened
and there entered a man whose presence
there rendered me speechless.
It was Paul Popoff, the most dreaded
detective in Eussia.
He noted my amazement, and, laugh-
ing as he advanced towards me, ex-
claimed :
" Now that we meet here, allow me
to introduce myself under my real
name. I am the German Emperor."
At these words my face went the
colour of ashes.
"Then who is Baron Banana?" I
asked in a hoarse whisper.
In an instant he drew his revolver
and handed me a packet of papers.
Immediately I swooned.
* * * * *
One word more. Not many weeks
ago, while walking along the Strand, I
noticed a short bearded man coining
out of a Cinema Palace. At the same
moment our eyes met. Instantly his
face went the colour of ashes and he
jumped into a taxi.
It was the Czar of Eussia !
• A. A. M.
From a picture-framer's circular : —
"GENUINE OIL PAINTINGS.
I have in my employ some of the best and
cleverest artists and can guarantee you first-
class work at the following reasonable prices,
including Landscapes, Waterfalls, Mountain
Scenery, Fruit and Flowers, etc. 10 x 8
I/- each, 12 x 10 1/9 each, 18 x 10 2/6 each."
We have laid out 3/6 on a " Bunch of
Grapes rising over Ben Nevis" (10x8)
and a " Cauliflower coming down at
Lodore" (18x10).
" Some heat seems to have been engendered
through the action taken by tho Somerset
Archaeological Society respecting the installa-
tion of an improved heating apparatus."
Estates Gazette.
Evidently the apparatus is a success.
"Young Man (reliable) Wanted, who can
kill and make himself useful; live out."-
Adut. in " Tlie Devon and Exeter Gazette."
We certainly recommend this last
arrangement in case the police should
call.
Amir, 1C, 1913.]
PUNCH, OR THE LONDON CHARIVARI.
301
Priest. "Now, PAT, YE 'BE VEHY BEHINDHAND WITH YOUB GABDEH. THERE'S NOTHING SHOWING."
Pat. "SHCBE, FATHER, THE SLUGS AND SUCH BASTES WEBB so IHEOUBLESOME LAST YEAB THAT I THOUGHT I'D PUT THB
SPOITB ON THIM AND NOT GBOW ANNYTHING AT ALL, AT ALL."
SOMEWHERE NEAR BLENHEIM.
(A typical Oxfordshire scene at the
present moment, with sincere apologies
to EGBERT SOUTHEY and all pedantic
students of rural dialects.)
IT was an April evening ;
Old William, fairly ripe,
Was walking homewards from the pub
Puffing a dark clay pipe :
Ho took to help him o'er the green
His little grandchild Emmeline.
She saw her brother, Henry John,
Wave something in his hand,
A leaflet issued by The Mail
He could not understand ;
He looked for someone to expound
The words so large and smooth and
round.
The old man took it from the boy,
He leaned against a stile,
He scratched a ruminative head
And smiled a maudlin smile ;
" That is a tracb," said he, " that be,
A I >out tho vamous policy."
I seed one at the " Spotted Pig ; "
John Brown he read un out ;
They 'ro going to plough the big Park up,
And that's what it's about;
There 's several thousand words," said
he,
" Explaining that there policy."
" But tell us what it 's all about,"
Was Henry John's remark,
And little Emmeline said, " Lor!
Why should they plough the Park ?
And is it true, or just a tale
Invented, granfer, by The Mail ? "
"It was the CHEAT DUKE," William
said,
" Who laid the FIRST LORD flat ;
But what they fought each other for
I hain't so sure of that ;
But everybody knows," said he,
" It wor a vamous policy."
" Tho GREAT DUKE lives by Woodstock
town,
The FIRST LORD rules the sea,
The DUKE 's a great Conservative,
His cousin — what are he ?
There 's some as says — but there, my
head
Ain't what it was," the old man said.
" Howmbesoever, in Tho Mail,
The GREAT DUKE took and wrote
As summat 's wrong with English land ;
This here 's un's antidote.
' I '11 plough the Park,' says he, ' for
wheat.'
' You will ? ' says WINSTON. ' Well,
I 'm beat.' "
"But what," slid Henry John, "do
things
Like rural problems mean ? "
" And does the GREAT DUKE love Tlie
Mail ? "
Quoth little Emmeline.
" Ah ! that I cannot tell," said he,
" But 'twor a vamous policy."
EVOE.
The Age of Luxury.
"Bedroom (small) and Sitting Room Re-
quired by young gentlemen ; bathroom and
accommodation for small dog. ' '
Newcastle Evening Chronicle.
The small dog seems to be the more
particular of the two.
From The Weekly Times' report of
Mr. FORBES EOBERTSON'S speech at tho
O.P. Club banquet :—
" lie added that his farewell to London did
not include Miss Gertrude Klliott."
Mr. Punch is not at all surprised, and
wishes them many more happy years
together.
PUNCH, OR THE LONDON CHAEIVARL^
16, 1913.
"WHIT KISD O' DANCE IS THIS TUBBKEY TlSOT',
" WBEI,, IT'S LIKE THJS, KOO. YE TAK' TEB rAir.TXEii, TE PUSH HER FOHRIT, YE rnix
men BACK, AN' YK TIRHL HEB KOUN' WHILES." »; • • •
the well-known artist, created quite a
sensation in Bond Street last week by
appearing in the smartest o£ tailor-
made costumes of hand-painted canvas.
Everyone was admiring the delightful
je-ne-sais-quoi blend of colouring; but
only now am I able to publish the fact
that this was really due to the material
employed being the Academy rejecteds
of the lady's husband. Messrs. Egalit6
were of course responsible for this
triumph ; and I am told further that,
in order to keep abreast of the latest
movement in fashion, they have opened
a branch establishment in the King's
Boad, where customers desirous of
obtaining the real Chelsea cachet can
have their own materials made up
within a stone's-throw of the studios
supplying them.
Next week I must write to you about
the new designs in oil-painted coats for
wet weather. Yours,
LOUISE.
I'D HAVE A DAIRY.
I *D have a dairy —
Stool, churn and dish,
An if a fairy
Gave me a wish ;
'.('Vagrant and airy,
Long, clean and cool,
I 'd have a dairy-
Dish, churn and stool !
Three maids are plenty —
May, Moll and Meg ;
If I paid twenty
I 'd have to beg ;
Thrifty and tenty,
Up "with the day,
Three maids are plenty —
Meg, Moll and May !
FASHION NOTES.
(According to the T'res*, Landscape Frocks
"painted to resemble well-known master-
pieces " arc to be the newest fashionable sen-
sation.]
DEAREST MIF.T.Y, — You will of course
expect me to tell you all about the latest
modes. Well, to begin with, Goose
and Edwin are showing some really
charming Turners for evening wear.
This firm's "Fighting Temeraire," in
old gold net over blue chiffon with a
dash of ross, would look exceedingly
well on anyone who was not afraid of a
little colour. There are.also some quite
loo delicious Whistlers (including an
" Old Battersea Bridge " that would be
the very thing for half-mounting), the
soft shades of which make them
especially suitable to very young
blondes.
I was immensely taken, too, with a
wonderful Napier Hemy, in dark navy
merino, the skirt made billowy, with a
bodice of tulle clouds, which lias been
ordered for a smart yachtswoman.
:More fragile is a " June in the Austrian
Tyrol" afternoon confection, of green
and blue velvet, with which is to be
worn a Hobbema "Avenue" hat of
brown straw, trimmed with absolutely
straight uprising plumes, like the trees
in the famous original.,
I hear that Messrs. Egalite, of Eegent
[Street, are making a feature of a special
line in ready-made Leaders ; the coa(
and skirt of the popular russet anc
green being finished off with a dainty
.toque in various sunset shades, the
;• whole giving the effect of masses o:
[foliage caught by the last rays o
j evening.
A propos of this firm, I should tel
you that Mrs. Blank Dash, the wife o
Cows of my raising.
White, red and roan,
I 'd have a-grazing
In fields of my own ;
Milkers amazing,
Morning and night,
Cows of my raising, _
Eoan, red and white !
I 'd give the fairy
Cream, curd and whey,
Best of my dairy
Fresh every day ;
These shouldn't vary
'Neath my door beam ;
I 'd give the fairy
Whey, curd and cream !
Vie de Boheme.
From a recent statement by a juvenile
scholar : — -
" The. old blind King of Bohemia was slain
at the battle of Crccy, and Edward, Prince of
Wales, adopted his crest and motto, 'Hitchy
Koo.' "
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Mn. AsQirmi. " OF COURSE I 'M DOING THIS FOR THE HONOUR OF MY COUNTRY ;
BUT IF I SHOULD CHANCE TO IMPALE A TORY OR TWO— WELL, 1 SHALL NOT WASTE
TIME IN VAIN REGRETS."
[Juvolin practice for tho next Olympian flames has already begun in the Park.]
Apiur, 1C, 1913.]
PUNCH, OR THE LONDON CHARIVARI.
305
ESSENCE OF PARLIAMENT.
;EXTIUCTJ:D IT.OM THE DIAIIY OF TOBY, M.P.)
House of Commons, Monday, April 1.
— For some months a war-cloud has
lain ominously low over the East of
Europo. From its component parts,
rare in complexity, full charged with !
Cromarty, and DON'T KKIH HAKDIB of ^ their counsel, MASON proposed to move
Merthyr Tydvil (and the Universe) rose adjournment. " In view of the enormous
electricity, there would follow
on explosion a conflict hy tha
side of which the wars of tho
iast century would seem to
but skirmishes. Avoid-
ance of this appalling cal-
amity is, according to ad-
mission frankly made in tho
Chancelleries of Europe,
largely due to tho sagacity
and confidence - inspiring
character of the British For-
eign Minister. "Without
putting himself forward with
intent to assume a position
of prominence Sir EDWARD
GREY'S right to presidency,
alike at gatherings of the
Ambassadors and at con-
ferences of representatives of
the Allies, has been instinct-
ively recognised and gene-
rously acknowledged.
Rising to-day in crowded
House, hushed to state of
anxious expectancy, he made
characteristically frank state-
ment disclosing current situ-
ation. At a moment when,
Turkey beaten to her knees,
peace seemed assured upon
terms fairly distributing the
spoil among the victors, Montenegro
up in succession expressing dislike and
distrust. All very well for tho FOREIGN
SECRETARY and
Ambassadors in
themselves that, having spent their
days and nights in earnest endoavour
the Conference of
London to flatter
and very delicate interests involved "
I'KKMIEK gravely deprecated discussion
at present moment. In accordance with
high traditions that exclude critical
questions of foreign policy from Party
polemics, LEADER OF OPPOSITION, amid
ears
cheers from, his own side,
heartily agreed. Demand for
leave to move adjournment
nevertheless pressed. Chal-
lenged to show how far it
was supported sixteen Mem-
bers stood up. As forty is the
minimum number necessary
for such enterprise as Mem-
ber for Coventry was bent
upon, application refused.
Business done. — Attempt
of tail of Ministerialists to
wag the dog in connection
with crisis in Eastern Europo
baffled.
By majority of 141 CHAN-
CELLOR OP THE EXCHEQUER
carried Resolution legalising
usage and custom followed
by every Government during
last sixty years with respect
to collection of taxes pending
passage of a Budget.
Tuesday. — Useful object-
lesson presented inconnection
with Bill abolishing privilege
of Plural Voting. A measure
of first-class importance, it
might, had it been introduced
Sir EDWARD GREY (to Radical critics). "I said, -Lend me your inorainary old-fashioned way,
rs.' I said nothing about your mouths." ^ QCC^ied wh?lo
to settle tbis intricate matter on a basis
asked for more and defied the Powers
whose carefully workod-out scheme of
settlement reserved Scutari for an auto-
nomous Albania. This attitude was
significantly answered by a naval de-
monstration, in which two British ships
took part, our Admiral finding himself
in command of the International Fleet
cruising off the coast of Montenegro.
The agreement between the Powers
respecting the frontier of Albania was,
Sir EDWARD GREY said, reached after
long and laborious diplomatic effort.
" Arrival at such agreement was essen-
tial to the peace of Europe, and in my
opinion it was accomplished only just
in time to preserve that peace between
the Great Powers."
It might he supposed that this state-
ment, solemnly made by a man who
never indulges in gasconade, would
have given pause to the little clique
below Gangway on Ministerial side
•who rather fancy themselves as authori-
ties on foreign affairs, whether affecting
China or Timbuctoo. On the contrary,
MVSON of Coventry, BECK of Saffron
Walden, M'AcriiKitsoN of Ross and
of equity all round, they know some-
thing about their business. The four
eminent jurists and statesmen knew
better.
With intent to let Europe profit by
THE PLURAL VOTER :a CALLED os TO
BCnilENDER.
Minister in charge would have been
expected to make prolonged speech.
There would have been equally lengthy
discourse from Front Opposition Bench.
Members above and below Gangway on
both sides would have chipped in, and
so the night would have worn away to
reach the same inevitable conclusion.
Under Ten Minutes' Rule it was all
over, including division, well within the
half-hour. Ten Minutes' Rule so called
because Standing Order in question
says nothing about ten or other pre-
cise number of minutes. It simply
directs that when a motion to bring in
a Bill be made "the Speaker if he
thinks fit may permit a brief explana-
tory statement from the Member who
moves and a Member who opposes the
motion." House has agreed that ten
minutes is fairly sufficient time for such
explanation. Hence the nomenclature
of the Rule and the establishment of
general belief that a limit of ten minutes
is definitively ordered.
This afternoon JACK PEASE (whoso
case is to some extent analogous to the
Ten Minutes' Rule, since he is com-
monly called "Jack" because he was
30G
PUNCH, OR THE LONDON CHARIVARI.
[APRIL 1C, 1913.
christened JOSEPH ALBERT, with his | guilty of neglect of duty in tho delivery
eyo on tho clock, compressed admirably j of letters by attending funerals of the
lucid statement within space of ten I members of his order during official
minutes. F. 1-1. SMITH, overstepping ; hours," a practice which certainly must
tho limib by a hundred seconds or so,
was pulled up by murmurs from
punctilious gentry below Gangway op-
posite.
For practical purposes Ton Minutes'
Rule might with exceedingly few ex-
ceptions bo applied to introduction of
all Bills. Extended debate on First
Reading stage is worse than wasted
involve a measure of inconvenience in
business circles.
The INFANT SAMUEL, not easily taken
aback, shielded himself from attack by
reading official vindication of JAMES
M'SWKENEY'S general character. Irish
Members not to bo put off by this.
WILLIAM O'BiaiiN, with his instinctive
dislike of secret societies (such as tho
time. It is frequently misleading, since | Land League, for example), thundered
Members aro discussing proposals they | demand for auxiliary postman's head
have not yet had advantage of con- 1 on a charger delivered by earliest post.
aider! ng after studying in print their
precise terms. Second Reading stage
presents full opportunity for such de-
bate.
When ifc comes we shall probably
hear something about F. E. SMITH'S
objection to the Bill that "it
loads tho dice against the Oppo-
sition as a party." As SAEK
points out, if the imagery be
accepted it follows that through
all these years during which
the principle of Plural Voting
has been operative the dice have
been loaded against Liberal can-
didates at elections.
Business dont. — Bill for Abo-
lition of Plural Voting read a
first time by 303 against 177,
Ministerial majority running up
to 126.
Friday. — Questions addressed
to Ministers, more especially
those put by Irish Members,
oicasionally throw vivid flash of
light upon social life in remote
country districts. In form of series of
questions addressed to POSTMASTER-
GEKEBAL, SHEEHAN told stirring story
of exploits of auxiliary postman JAMES
M'SwEENEY, of Carriginimma, County
Cork. It reads like a chapter from
LOVEU'S Handy Andy. According to
SHEEHAN, in addition to common-
place duties pertaining to post office,
Mr. M'SwEENEY takes active part in
public life of Carriginimma. Ho is
the local parish secretary of a SDcrot
sectarian and political order known as
the Board of Erin, A.O.H.
\Vhether these letters are initials
familiar to the initiated or merely an
exclamation was not disclosed.
Meetings of this secret society have,
ifc is asserted, been held in the local
post office, whose affairs aro adminis-
tered by Miss M'SWEENRY. Having
a day off (it was Sunday, March 23j
this terrible though auxiliary post-
man " organised a political invasion
from Macroom and Ballyvoumey upon
the Carriginimma Catholic Church."
Worse still, he is, ifc appears, "frequently
INFANT SAMUEL meekly promised he
would see what could be done, and
storm abated.
Uusincss dona. — Colonel SANDYS'
National Service (Territorial Forces)
Bill talked out.
MOTOR-BUS HANDICAP.
was a Saturday afternoon and
Wu. 0'Br.iEN ASKS FOE ELCOD.
THE DIAGNOSIS.
[A weekly paper alleges that tho boots one
wears react on one's mood, producing frivolity,
sombrcness, and so on.]
AH me ! I did feel queer that day.
Betwixt the blithesome and the tragic
I alternated in a way
Suggestive of some evil magic.
A tear stood in my bright blue eye,
And e'en as down my cheek it trickled
My reckless laughter rent the sky
my ribs were roughly
As though
tickled.
Long time I pondered o'er the thing,
For, truth to tell, it made me qualmy.
Could it, I wondered, be the Spring ?
Was I in love or going balmy?
In vain I sought the trouble's seat
In heart and head, until, despairing,
I cast one look towards my feet —
The shoe; were odd "that I was
wearin.
" Ol'TSiriE THE AltK. Just Out.
Advt. in " Times Literary
Hard luck— a very near thing.
THE
IT
Bill and I were in soro need of amus
ment. Hydo Park oratory we had
found overrated. Our respective clubs
had seemed to consist of nothing but
silent bald heads. So at Hydo Park
Corner we parted, and I, in accordance
with our pre-arranged scheme, stepped
on to a bus going along Piccadilly to
Liverpool Street. It was not long
before 1 made the acquaintance, of the
conductor, at that time a man of honest
appearance and no doubt unblemished
character.
"Conductor," I said, "I have a friend
and his name is Bill."
Tho conductor, though by now he
may be silent and reserved, as is the
way with those who have regrettable
pasts, was at the moment inclined to all
the outspoken candour of sweet
innocence. Ho told me that he
had many friends and that most
of them would answer to the
name of Bill.
"But this Bill," said I "is
relevant." (The man's jovial
expression sobered down a little.
I think he misunderstood me to
mean that Bill was a parson.)
" He is at this moment being
carried as fast as bus can carry
him up Park Lane. Arrived at
the Marble Arch, he will travel
vid Oxford Street to Liverpool
Street. Arrived there,' ho will
return with all speed, but via
Piccadilly, to Hyde Park Corner.
I, on the other hand, am
scheduled to return to that im-
portant spot vid Oxford Street and
Park Lane. . In other words, it is a
circular route and wo are travelling it
in opposite directions. For private
reasons, including a liquidated sum of
money, ifc is urgent that I should be
back at Hyde Park Corner first."
Leaning over the side, ho shouted
a few cryptic words to tho man at the
wheel. Clearly these two had the
racing instinct and a pride in their
bus. Ncc, as my old friend VIEGIL
used to say, inora.
******
The Strand is slow -going on a
Saturday afternoon, but I had every
hope that we should make up time
through the deserted City. Never did
I loathe two people so much and on so
short an acquaintance as I did tho two
British matrons who stood in the
middle of Fleet Street and barred our
progress with waving umbrellas. It
was possible but, we decided, imprudent
to pass through them, so we delayed
our rush and they delayed it more.
When, after an age, we had got them
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307
Dear Old Gentleman (to Jones, who is removing his rejected works from tJie Royal Academy). " CAN YOU TELL ME WHO HAS TAINTED
TBE PICTURE THIS YEAH?"
on board, they sat just in front of me,
less by design than by reason of the
suddenness of our start, and their sub-
sequent conversation, which I could
not help hearing, made me sweat with
dismay. It disclosed an awful state
of affairs. So I hastened down-stairs
to interview the conductor before he
should interview them.
" My friend," I whispered to him,
" this bus is going to Piccadilly."
Ho demurred.
" Yes," said I, " it is — eventually.
They will ask you upstairs, ' Is this
bus going to Piccadilly?' You will
preserve an impassive face and say,
'Yes.' True, it is not going by the
most direct route ; but there are two
routes from Fleet Street to Piccadilly,
and one of them is vid Ludgate Hill,
St. Paul's, the Mansion House, Liver-
pool Street, the Mansion House, St.
Paul's, Ludgate Hill and Fleet Street
again. What are time and direct
routes and money to British matrons ?
Can \ve, having wasted many moments
getting them on, bo expected to waste
more getting thorn off ; ay, and, for all
\vo know, getting them on to another
bos? "
I took my seat inside while the con-
ductor went up-stairs and told his lie.
******
I was back at the starting and
winning post, Hyde Park Corner, just
in time to see Bill emerge from a
taxi-cab.
" I attribute my downfall," said he,
on being confronted, " to two old
women."
I asked for particulars. Their de-
scriptions seemed familiar.
" When I got on to my return bus
at Liverpool Street," he continued,
"and saw the old things sitting on top,
I should have known that they put no
value on their own time and would not
hesitate to waste mine. But it was
such a nice-looking bus arid the genial
conductor wore such an unscrupulous
look."
I asked for further particulars, and
this time the descriptions left no room
for doubt.
" At Piccadilly, after two previous
attempts, in which they changed their
minds when they had stopped the bus,
they got off."
" As they of all people were entitled
to do," I murmured.
" But not where everybody else gets
off. No, they must have a stop to
themselves. Worse, they must keep
us all waiting while they had a long,
long chat with the conductor."
" Perhaps," I suggested, " they had
cause to remonstrate with him ? "
"Not they. For when, being able
to tolerate the delay no longer, I left
the bus, they were thanking him in the
most emphatic and profuse terms for
their pleasant ride. Indeed," he added,
as ho handed over the amount of our
bet, " the last I saw of them they were
tipping the fellow."
I pocketed the wager. "In my
opinion," said I, " it has been from
first to last a most disreputable affair,
from which no one, save the ladies,
emerges without shame.
Bill's only regret, on being en-
lightened, was the thought that, if he
had not been detected over the taxi-
cab scandal, he would probably have
confessed voluntarily.
"Tho annual match between the Oxford
and Cambridge teams last week at Hoylako
resulted in a tee." — Dublin Evening News.
It generally ends on a green.
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NEIGHBOURS.
IT is not, generally speaking, amus-
ing— even for a musical critic — to bo
in heel for a week in a Swiss hotel in
winter. Yet I was well entertained
by my friendly intercourse with Mr.
Arthur W. Brooks, next door. His
portmanteau was sent to my room by-
mistake on the evening of my arrival.
That is bow I discovered bis name,
but I never wittingly beheld his
features. Still our rooms were only
separated by a locked door, and I came
to know a good deal about Arthur W.
Brooks.
His principal characteristics appear
to be a catholic taste in music and an
inveterate habit of whistling while he
is dressing for dinner. That is how
we got on terms almost of intimacy
with one another. It was on the
Tuesday evening that I first became
aware of a beautiful rendering of
CHOPIN'S " Funeral March " creeping
solemnly through tho key-hole. This
was followed, after a suitable interval,
by a brief and brilliant selection from
Carmen. I felt that applause in any
form would be out of place, and yet I
wished to show my appreciation in the
most delicate manner possible. I am
no mean whistler myself. I have even,
in my day, whistled to my own accom-
paniment at a Band of Hope concert.
So I replied tentatively, unobtrusively,
with the opening bars of the " Frei-
schutz Overture." I had not advanced
very far when the gong sounded and
he went down. I thought he might
have waited. On the Wednesday I
began to keep a record in the form of a
diary, which follows : —
Wednesday night. — Brooks came up
early, having, perhaps, got wet through
tobogganing. We plunged at once into
BEETHOVEN'S Symphonies. He gave
a really fine synopsis of the principal,
themes of the " Eroica." I replied with
the slow movement of the Fourth. I
thought I should have him there, as it
is not so generally known, but to my
extreme pleasure he went on to the
Scherzo with the utmost promptitude.
We then took the "C Minor," dividing
the movements between us, Brooks
being a little shaky on tho last. The
gong found us on the point of attacking
the " Pastoral."
Thursday night.— More BEETHOVEN.
Brooks is quite sound on BEETHOVEN,
though I did not at all care for his
reading of the slow movement of the
Seventh Symphony. It was abomin-
ably dragged. I must try to put him
right about that.
Friday evening. — I have been won-
dering all day as to what is his attitude
on STRAUSS, and as soon as he appeared
I oponcd upon him with a selection
from tho duet from " Elektra." (Pretty
difficult, of course, but I had been prac-
tising.) I do not think he recognised
it at first. The silence ssemed a little
si-rained. But as I worked up to my
climax ho began very suddenly to knock
things about all over the room. There
was such a row of rattling crockery
and tho violent splashing of water that
at last I found it impossible to proceed.
An awkward pause followed, when ho
had managed to silence me. I thought
I would try him once more. But
before the end of tho second bar I
heard the door bang and steps in the
passage. I hope I have not offended
him. I must keep off STRAUSS.
Saturday. — -Brooks was quite him-
self again to-day. Ho actually opened
in tho morning, as he was dressing,
with a most spirited rendering of one of
SCHUMANN'S " Novelettes." Afterwards
we dipped into TSCHAIKOWSKI, BERLIOZ
and MAcDowELL. In the evening we had
a delightful session devoted exclusively
to motives from " Parsifal " and the
" Eing." I perceive he is a Bayreuther.
Sunday. — A very awkward thing has
happened, resulting almost in a breach
between us. I find to my horror that
Brooks is an admirer of MENDELSSOHN.
It has been a great shock to me. He
began without any warning on the first
movement of tho " Italian Symphony."
I nearly leapt out of bed. I coughed,
I rocked to and fro, at last I hammered
on tho door. But the persecution went
on. In every moment of silence he
began again. Ho tried the " Songs
Without Words," and I had to smash
the wash-basin before breakfast brought
me relief. The trouble about Brooks is
that he can't take a hint.
Monday. • — Brooks is evidently
ashamed of himself. He has returned
to BEETHOVEN, as being quite uncon-
trovorsial ground, and we had a long
wrangle over that slow movement.
I fear I failed to convince him. He
always listened patiently when I gave
him the proper tempo, but as soon as
I stopped to take breath he replied by
repeating the passage at his own pace.
I cannot but regret that we should
have parted thus at variance.
Tuesday. — I suppose ho went; with
the early train before I was up.
Anyhow, after having been but of my
room in the afternoon 1 began this
evening quite hopefully with a BRAHMS
Sonata. I waited long for a reply, and
then suddenly there fell upon my out-
raged ears a raucous strain which I
believe to be a popular song of the day,
entitled, " We All Go the Same Way
Home." I cannot stay on with Brooks's
successor. I wonder if the doctor
would let me travel to-morrow ?
Should these words ever meet the
eyo of Brooks, I should like him to
know that I am quite prepared to
waive our differences on STRAUSS and
MENDELSSOHN, hut ire is wrong about
the slow movement of tho Seventh.
He ought to admit that.
THE HOLE STORY.
" SIT.VIA," I called, " do you know
the story of the two holes in the
ground ? " Of course, it is a very old
story, but Sylvia is a new audience.
" No. Do tell mo, please."
" Well, well."
Sylvia climbed up on my kneo and
settled down comfortably. "Now you
can tell it me," she said.
" But I 'vc told it. It 's, Well, well.
Two holes in the ground."
" Yes ? "
" You know what a well is, Sylvia?
It 's a hole."
" I had a weeny wony hole in my
sock yesterday."
"Yes, but this is a hole in the ground,
just about big enough to put a pail in.
And there's water at the bottom, and
when you put tho pail down it comes
up full of water. You know. Like
Jack and Jill. That 's a well."
" Yes. And you're going to tell me
a story about it ? "
" It 's about two holes in the ground,
and the story is, Well, well. You see,
a well is a hole in tho ground, and
Well, well is two holes in the ground.
It 's a sort of joke."
"Yes," said Sylvia.
" Now you tell it to me."
" Tell you a story ? "
"Yes, tell mo a story about two
holes in the ground."
" I don't think I know one."
And there I had to leave it.
A day or two later I heard her
talking to her brother.
" Do you know the story about the
two holes in the gwound? "
"No."
" Well, well, well."
" Mr. Hake is tlio second Brighton resident
to attain the age of ono hundred and two
within a few years." — Morning Post.
While heartily congratulating
HAKE we opino that ho must
taken longer than that about it.
Mr.
have
Our Spring Complexions.
A contemporary on a recent Suffra-
gette outbreak :—
"When arrested Brady was violet."
From a City menu :—
1 ' Boiled Ostende Eabbi , Pickled I>ork— Is. Od. ' '
So they meet at last.
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Hunt Servant (new to the country). "EvEB SEEN 'ossts ns THEUE BEFORE?" Native. "TH.vi I 'AVB, PLEKir or us."
Hunt Servant. " 'Ow DID THEY GET OUT?" Native. "TnEY BE MAINLY THUEB YET."
MUSICAL NOTES.
THE interest excited by the appear-
ance of the " Red Caruso " at the
Alhambra has naturally stimulated the
competitive instinct, and it is pleasant
to think that lovers of coloratura will
be gratified during the coming season
by a number of interesting debuts. In
(act, as Sir HENRY WOOD wittily re-
marked the other day, the new fashion
threatens to put an entirely different
complexion on the musical situation.
The proprietors of the Bolosseum
have been so fortunate as to engage
tho famous Albanian singer, Ilka
Samlansky, who is perhaps best known
umler tho engaging sobriquet of the
:Pink Patti," Mile. Samlansky being
an Albino as well as an Albanian, and,
what is more, the only Albino who is
also famous as a singer. Her peculiar
physique confers peculiar advantages
on her, as sho recently admitted in an
interview with a representative of La
Mcncstnl. "No one knows my age,
and no one over will. I looked exactly
as old as I am now when I was sixteen,
and I shall look no older if I live to be
ninety." Mile. Sandansky's voico is a
rich soprano of a peculiarly glutinous
timbre, recalling tho delicious Carlsbad
plums of thirty years ago; and she is
equally good in the rdlcs of Kosina and
Juliet. The great ambition of her life
is to play Brilnnhildo at Bayreuth, but
unfortunately Madamo WAGNEB has a
strong prejudice against Albinos.
Miss Topsy Umslopogaas, the re-
nowned Nubian contralto, is known
throughout Central Africa aa the
" Black Butt," although in stature she
falls short by several inches of the
famous English singer. Her voice
is a sumptuous and sonorous organ
of encyclopaedic volume and velvety
quality, and her recitals at Addis-Abeba
were always attended by the Emperor
MENELIK until his health failed. The
announcement that she has been en-
gaged to appear at Covent Garden in
the part of Amncris arouses the most
lively anticipations, and Sir H. EIDER
HAGGARD has taken a box for her cUbut.
Miss Umslopogaas, we may add, has
a charming literary gift and has written
a delightful autobiographical poem
which begins : —
" They call me the Black Butt,
I play on the sackbut ,
The cymbals, tho harp and the drum."
During his recent tour in New
Guinea Mr. Bamberger captured several
pygmies and brought one back with
him to London. The diminutive savaga
has developed an extraordinary talent
for the piano and will shortly make his
appearance at the .ZEolian Hall under
the nom de guerre of the "Pocket
Paderewski." The P. P. is of a beautiful
bronze tint with a magnificent head of
hair. We understand that M. SCBIABINK,
the redoubtable Russian composer, has
written a wonderful fantasia for the
new performer, which he has entitled
" Fantasia Fuzziwuzzia, or Le dernier
Scri." Additional interest is lent to
the event by the fact that Sir Pompey
Boldero, Mr. Bamberger's father-in-law,
has kindly consented to turn over the
pages for his son-in-law's gifted pupil.
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PONSONBY.
OTHEB people walk out of the palatial
tube exit at Holland Park with an easy
:arriago and a fear-nobody air. But
with me it is different. I glance fur-
tively to left and right, pull my hat
down over my eyes, and slink hurriedly
into the street like a man who is wanted
by Scotland Yard. This is not because
I have committed any crime, but
because two or three hundred yards
away from the station lives Ponsonby.
I hate, I fear Ponsonby.
When I went to dine with him a few
weeks ago, I had not seen him since wo
were at school together; but even in
those days the madness was growing
up within him, so that I anticipated
the worst. I remembered that he used
to collect photographs of engines. I did
not suspect, however, how far things
had gone with him subsequently.
He came out into the hall to meet
me, and almost before I could take off
my overcoat, " Hullo I " he said, " how
did you get here ? "
It was necessary to be calm.
" Ponsonby," I replied, " we were
boys together. Is it not wonderful to
reflect that even now, as we speak,
the map of Europe, which in child-
hood's days we used to trace illegally
by holding it up to the same window-
pane, is undergoing alteration. Servia,
I remember well, a delicate mauve.
And Bulgaria, Bulgaria —
"Did you come by Tube?" said
Ponsonby, interrupting me rather
rudely.
" My wife," I said loftily, " happened
to be using the aeroplane this evening.
She is attending a Women's Suffrage
meeting."
" The Tube ! " shrieked Ponsonby
madly, " the Tube 1 Just fancy, he
came by Tube 1 Come and look here."
He pulled me roughly into his study,
and, oblivious of the fact that the soup
was already growing tepid on the
dining-room table, hunted out a Brad-
shaw, an A. B. C., and a chart of the
"Underground Eailways of London. It
looked like a vertical section of the
human body. In a heated oration
lasting some twenty minutes, he proved
to me conclusively that the cheapest
and quickest way to get to hia house
from Hampstead Heath (that is the
mountain fastness where I reside) was
to take the North London Railway to
a little village in the provinces called
Willesden Junction, and change there
for Uxbridge Eoad.
I said " Yes," meekly, and we had a
pleasant little dinner together, during
which the conversation turned, so fai
as I remember, on a recent alteration
in the time-table of the South-Eastern
and Chatham Lino between Gravesend
and Victoria. After dinner wo discussed
;ho improved Saturday service to
Ponder's End, and in a rather lyrical
light Ponsonby sketched the possibility
at no very distant date of the con-
struction of a new bay at Waterloo.
If it ever happens, Ponsonby will be
ihe first, I feel sure, who ever bursts
nto that silent bay.)
When I got up at last to go, " Wait
a minute," he said, " I 'm coming with
you ; I 've got a letter to post."
"Can't I do it for you?" I said
:iopefully. But Ponsonby was obdurate.
Ee took mo firmly by the shoulder and
marched me, shrinking and reluctant,
;o Uxbridge Eoad Station. I went in.
[ walked to the booking-office. I felt
ike a French aristocrat in the time of
the Terror. The little hutch was my
uillotine. Then a light dawned.
" Can you change half-a-sovereign ? "
I said to the clerk, and looked round
swiftly over my shoulder. Ponsonby
was gone.
I gathered up my silver, turned up
the collar of my overcoat, and made
a bold, successful sprint for Holland
Park.
The fact is, I like the Tube. It is
warm, for one thing, and there are
little notices and arrows stuck up
everywhere, so that a cow could hardly
go wrong. I like the lift. . I like the
comfortable feeling of my warm familiar
strap. I like the smell. I like the
motion. I like looking at the people's
spats. But now, whenever I go to
Holland Park (and unfortunately, as it
happens, I have to go there pretty
often), I feel like a suspected criminal.
I have a dreadful feeling that Ponsonby
may be lurking somewhere near, spying
upon me. Uxbridge Eoad hangs round
my neck like an albatross.
And yet, after all, why shouldn't I
use the Tube if I want to ? England is
a free country. And it is not as if Pon-
sonby had shares in the North London
Eailway. No. It is just Bradshaw
mania. And of all forms of lunacy
Bradshaw mania is the worst. For one
thing, there is no telling when it may
become dangerous. I rather suspect
Ponsonby of having a ticket-punch
concealed about his person, and it is
principally to warn the public that I
have written this truthful narrative.
If any reader of it should chance to fall
into conversation with a stranger, a
dark sinister man with a wild gleam in
his eye, who suggests that the proper
way to get from Putney to the Bank is
to get on to the Lancashire and York-
shire vid Sheffield, and change al
Blisworth Junction for Hartlepool anc
the Severn Tunnel, let him have a Care
For that will be Ponsonby.
THE SENIOR MISTRESS OF BLYTH.
['•BLYTII SECONDARY SCHOOL. — The Gover-
nors of the above School invite applications
'or the post of Senior Mistress. Candidates
must bo Graduates in Honours of a British
Jniversity and must bo well qualified in
Mathematics, Latin and English. Ability to
•each Art will be a recommendation."
Advt. in " The Spectator."}
IT is told of the painter DA VINCI,
Being once unemployed for a span,
At the menace of poverty's pinch ho
Sought work at the Court of Milan.
Having shown himself willing and able
To perform on the curious lyre,
Ee presented the Duke with a table
Of the talents he proffered for hire.
I can raze you a fortress," it ran on,
" Quell castles, drain ditches and moats,
Make shapely and competent cannon,
Build aqueducts, bridges and boats;
[n peace I can mould for your courts a
Few models in marble or clay
And paint the illustrious SFOBZA
With anyone living to-day."
LEONARDO is dead, they asseverate,
He has left no successor behind,
For the days of the specialist never rate
At its value the versatile mind.
Is Lord BROUGHAM, then, our latest
example ?
No, Time, the old churl with his
scythe,
Shall spare us a notable sample
In the Senior Mistress of Blyth.
She shall guide Standard Three through
Progressions,
Study Statics and Surds with the
Fourth,
She shall dwell on DE QUIXCY'S Con-
fessions,
DONNE, CAEDJION, and CimisTormyj
NORTH ;
And no class-room shall boast of a
quicker row
When her classical pupils rehearse
Their prose, which is modelled on
CICERO,
And their more than HORATIAN verse.
She shall lead them to love CIMABUE,
To distinguish with scholarship ripe
'Twixt the texture of CLAUSEN and
CLOUET
And the values of COLLIER and CUTP.
Nay, all Blyth shall reflect her ability
As its brushes acquire by her aid
South Kensington's pretty facility
Or the terrible strength of the Slade.
Yes, her duties are diverse, and this '11
Suggest to each candidate why
They should read LEONARDO'S epistle
Before they sit down to apply ;
For his style is itself a credential,
Though truly lie has not a tithe
Of the qualifications essential
To the Senior Mistress of Blyth.
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THE DEMAND FOR BRITISH WAITERS.
THE RECENT BESTAURANT STRIKES MAY BE THE MEANS OF INDUCING SEVERAL MID- VICTORIAN WAITERS TO EMERGE FROM THEIB
RETIREMENT.
OUR BOOKING-OFFICE.
(By Mr. Punch's Staff of Learned Clerks.)
MR. EDWIN PUGH'S Punch and Judy (CHAPMAN AND HALL)
is capital fun, and I have enjoyed reading it very much.
But I did not think I was going to. At first, plunged into
that grim and moving episode of Pimch's attempted murder
of the Coss baby for its own good, I could only believe that
I had got (if you will forgive me) into the wrong PUGH.
But it was all right really. After that untoward beginning
the author's buoyant optimism asserted itself triumphantly,
and the characters were the same brave and humorous
Londoners whom the author has so long taught us to expect
from him. Even the unwanted baby died naturally, and
enabled its father to get drunk on the insurance money.
He, I may say, is one of the characters that do not appear,
but are only spoken of. Those whom you meet personally
are, with very few exceptions, sufficiently amiable. Punch
himself, the Soho gutter-snipe, with his pale face and
the big nose that earned him his name, is jolly enough
to be worthy of it. His match-making, on the simple
Shakspearean formula of false-report, is pure joy. All the
iction of the tale takes place in Soho ; and those who know
llr. PUSH'S art will not need to be told how well ho lias
Cttocht the lively spirit of the place, the clatter and scent of
tho little restaurants, the interminable traffic of the narrow
streets, tho polyglot babel of the inhabitants. If I have a
word of complaint, it is that the story produces, perhaps
unavoidably, an effect of episodes rather than a concerted
whole ; episodes humorous or tragic, the anarchists, the
affair of the pistol and the Prime Minister, and others — all
excellently well told, but a trifle detached. For this reason,
the species of general rally, in which all the characters
come on in the last chapter, and say their little tags pre-
paratory to living happily ever after, struck me as artificial.
But who cares? The interest and jollity of the book are
what matter, and they are genuine enough.
The Determined Twins (HUTCHINSON) are simply Mr.
JEPSON doing on paper what he would love to do, but
daren't, in his own person on the heights of Netting
Hill. Lady Noggs in her day pulled chairs from beneath
elderly gentlemen, made apple-pies in the beds of unsuitable
suitors, led trembling Prime Ministers into tho nastiest of
quagmires ; so now do Violet and Hyacinth Dangerfield.
" I 've called myself Lady Noggs long enough," says Mr.
JEPSON ; " I am now in that capacity upon tho boards of a
London theatre; watch me therefore as the Determined
Twins." Watching him, then, I am bound to confess that
his antics have not quite the freshness of humour that once
was theirs. My sympathy is, in spite of myself, on the side
of Captain Easier whose brushes were in his bed and whose
body was in the mud. Had Lady Noggs invented the Cat's
Home and trailed a piece of cloth with valerian upon it all
about the country roads, then I am sure that it would have
amused me ; but now I cannot resist the feeling that the
Dangerfields have been forestalled, or perhaps, more
accurately, that I have seen Mr. JEPSON laughing at his
Cat's Home already somewhere else. Then the incident of
the German princess and her rescue by the twins needs a
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delicacy of touch that is exactly Mr. KENNETH GBAHAUEB
but s not at all Mr. JASON'S. Whilst Mr. JEI-SON is amused
by the- snoring of stout ladies and the apoplexi.es of stout
on the athos of the little princess slips timidly
on the pathos
In short, although
princess
I must confess that lie Deter-
vav. ,
mined Twins have, on occasion, made mo laugh, they have
not made me laugh very often -and on their next appear-
ance 1 do not think that I shall laugh at all.
Tho author of The Surgeon's Log, writing of what ho
knows in The Night -Nurse (CHAPMAN AND HALL) of the
routine, the excursions and alarms, the heroisms and the
littlenesses of hospital service, has made an exceptionally
interesting story. It is true that ho provides no sufficient
reason for the estrangement of Dermot Fitzgerald, senior
house surgeon, and Nora Townsend, nurse ; but m .this
fashion of artificially corrugating the courses of true love
our author is following quite a number of mone experienced
to accept this kind of
craftsmen. One has, I suppose
thing under protest as a
part of the game; but
nothing could well bo
better than the way he
manages to convey tho
hospital atmosphere, the
splendid efficiency and
precision of the work,
the queer undercurrents
of impulse and emotion
controlled by quasi-mon-
astic discipline, or some-
times not controlled, with
results that make the
warp and woof of his
narrative. The hero's
hospital is in Dublin
City, and ho also takes a
spell of fever duty in a
tiny country town. The
author, whom one as-
sumes to be an Irishman,
has well observed and
cleverly presented the
charm and gaiety, tho
generosity and jolly
t-asualness of his countrymen. It is
the work of a man
who can see the depths and significance of tho simple life
must be confessed that his hand is heavy indeed. J'Thc
distinguished surgeon left for the Irish metropolis " is his
too typical phrase for sending a specialist to Dublin. You
will have difficulty in believing that this and similar
pedantries are by the writer of tho wholly delightful chapter
in which the customers of Mary Hannaglier meet iu her
little shop for the settlement of a betrothal.
I am a stern, rough, rugged man, and I can bear most
of the minor ills of life without wincing ; but thero is one
thing that cuts me to the quick, and that is a split infinitive.
Miss UNA SILHEURAD, on the other hand, appears to love
these mangled horrors. Keren of Lou-bole (CONSTABLE), her
latest book, is congested with the severed bodies of what
might have been lively young infinitives full of health and
vigour. Sir James Helton, for instance, puts his pleasure
first " and all else so far after as to seldom have strength
left to attend to it," while Betsy Shipp actually " wiped her
eyes to so soon lose the second daughter." Yet none of
these militant outrages
on the plate-glass win-
dows of English grammar
could spoil Keren of Luw-
bole for me. It is a
leisurely book, which
depends for its interest
loss on its story than on
its atmosphere and its
subsidiary characters.
Indeed, I would far rather
attempt a precis of a
musical comedy than try
to set down in a few
words the actual plot of
Keren's adventures. She
wanders through the
pages, an attractive
young poison with un-
canny eyes and a curious
intimacy with tho wild
things of tho forest,
sometimes accompanied
by a gentleman tramp
named Zacchary, and
sometimes by Tobiah, a
Somewhere towards the end you will find the
STUDIES IN CRIMINOLOGY.
AX ATTEMPT OX THE CBOWN JEWELS— -DRAWING OFF THE GUARD.
around him and can write a love story with imagination
and without too cloying a sentimentality.
The house of METHCTEN would seem to be establishing a
corner in Irish fiction. The latest example is Unconventional
Molly, by JOSEPH ADAMS, which the publishers are good
enough to tell me on the wrapper is a romance " where love
and jealousy, tragedy and comedy are brought into play."
This is such a friendly load that I am deeply sorry to be
unable to follow it; but the fact remains that I myself
found the story part of the book more than a little dull.
The young hero, who rents a West of Ireland shoot, cap-
tivates the peasants, falls in love with the daughter of a
neighbouring squireen, and finally reveals himself as the
missing heir to the local landowner, is never more than a
lay figure in the foreground of Mr. JOSEPH ADAMS' sketches
Irish scenery. Let it be said at once, however, that
lese are excellent. And there are some genre studies of
peasant life, fairs and evictions, legends and merry-makings
t could hardly be bettered. It is only where the author
sems to have considered himself under the irksome necessity
of producing romance that his spirit failed him ; and here i't
Dissenter.
Last Will which restored Zacchary to the fortune of which
his wicked step-mother had deprived him ; and all through
the book you will chuckle, as I did, over the excellent humour
of Tobiah. Add to these things that sympathetic knowledge
of human nature which marks all Miss SILBEKRAD'S work,
and you have an extremely readable historical novel.
Divers Colours (CHAPMAN AND HALL) — a collection of
short stories and poems by MAUD G. MEUGENS— is based on
the idea that life is a colour-scheme blended of many tones,
but that each separate incident and abstraction has a colour
of its own. Thus, according to Miss MEUGENS, grey stands
for tears and renunciation, rose colour for happiness, yellow
for fame, crimson for hate, and green for repose and healing.
Personally, I think much nonsense is talked by people who
say, for instance, that Wednesday is brown and the number
eight pink, and so on. But, except that I had not previously
thought of dead white as properly suggestive of cruelty, I
find that my ideas of the meanings of colours agree very
closely with those of Miss MEUGENS. And I like her stories.
For all of them, especially those labelled white, yellow, and
rose, are imagined with charm and told with much delicacy
and literary feeling.
APRIL 23. 1913.]
PUNCH, OR THE LONDON CHARIVARI.
313
require to be paid entrance fees.
CHARIVARIA.
THE question as to which of tha two,
Greece or Bulgaria, is to have Salonica
threatens to cause trouble between them,
and, rather than this should happen,
Turkey, it is said, has expressed her
willingness to retain the town.
:|: :|:
Lieutenant BAKOPULOS, of the Greek
Navy, has discovered under the sea, near
the Island of Lemnos, a town 01 iSout
three miles in circumference. TL's will
be most handy for the crews nf sub-
marines when they want to do a little
shopping without rising tc the s-urface.
" Since the Marconi affair, ' says a
critic, "the Liberal
Party can no longer
pose as the saint in the
stained-glass window."
Still, if they leave it
without a stain oh their
characters
=;= , *
" Should we apply to
thsquestion of -National
Defonce the principles
of the Insurance Act,
or the principles of the
Life - Boat Service ? "
asked Colonel SEELY in
the House. He favoured
the principles of the
Life - Boat Service. In
this choice ho should
have the support of the
B.A.M.C.
Mr. Ru NCI MAN has
re -introduced his Bee
Diseases Bill, and the
over- worked panel
doctors are breathing LtxjK DEAR' ° DEAB' CooK' W1IX
again: It had been i
to commit a crime were allowed to
enjoy the treat.
* *
*
The report that Sir HUBERT VON
HEBKOMEH, R.A., is to become a cine-
matograph actor and a manufacturer
of films is no doubt responsible for the
rumour that the Royal Academy is
about to move with the times, and that
Burlington House, like the New Gallery,
is to be converted into a picture palace.
* *
An artist suggests the holding of an
exhibition of pictures rejected by the
Royal Academy, each exhibitor paying
a small fee. The difficulty, we fancy, By-the-by, the horso which, with
would be that the public might also its van, dashed into the window of the
l*Ann I IV* tf\ r\f\ r\a irl £\r*Lt,n nf,f. f , ,, , . A 1. _ -1 1 * .. . 1 t~*
At West Green Station on the Great
Eastarn llailway, we are told, there is
a goat which acts as a watch-dog.
Last week it bleatad an alaim, and a
suspiciaus character was found on the
station premises. We understand that
the Dogs' Trade Union has the matter
in hand.
* *
*
A bear which is supposed to have
Aerated Bread Company's depot in
Chancery Lane last week would like
it to ba -known that this was a pure
i uuuiu vu&a \v tta <i L/Ult?
escap3d from a travelling show has) accident. The allegation that the horse
was a Suffragette, has
caused it much annoy-
ance.
* *
*
."Is. Mr. Joseph W.
Martin dead or alive? "
asks The Daily Express.
As a rule we do not 'deal
with: conundrums, but
the answer to this one
is surely, " Yes."..
Hard Case of a Gunner.
" Hopeless " writes :
"Dear Mr. Punch, I am
a middle-aged officer in
the Royal Garrison
Artillery, which I joined
in the reign of her late
Majesty QUEEN VIC-
TORIA, and still hold the
rank of Lieutenant.
During my rare
moments off duty I
have been preparing a
volume of remin-
— iscences under trie title
hat the bees were to be made take-up its headquarters in a wood A Subaltern in Three Reigns. It was
MASTER, MASTER, THE KITCHEN 's A-FIRE ! "
-_ XEVJSR LEAR2T THE HAPPY SIEiS'
AT THESE CUTLETS', THEY ARE POSITIVELY RAW."
subject to the Insurance Act.
- ,.. . * *
Mr. BiRRKLii received unwelcome
attention last week when he visited
I ha Kingsway Theatre to see The Great
dvenlure, a lady in the pit addressing
mm loudly by name and asking why
lie did not resign. To prevent the
urrence of these undesirable inter-
ruptions, it is proposed that in future
.lirectly a Cabinet Minister" sets foot
•bin a theatre he shall be waited on
the manager, who will provide him
with a property disguise.
We hesitate to believe that the can
mining gunpowder which was found
ide the railings of the Bank of
igland was placed there by Suffra-
tes. The sex of the Old Lady of
I ll ff\n <4«^B_ Jll_ C I i * _
Threadneedle
protect her.
VOL. cxuv.
Street should surely
near Ballycastle, and children are being
kept at home for fear of it. The more
public-spirited of the little ones are
reported to have allowed their teddy
bears to be placed in the outskirts of
the wood as decoys.
* *
Meanwhile one's heart goes out to
Mr. WALTER WINANS. This misguided
gentleman has just gone all the way to
Siberia to shoot bears.
* *
"Never go to bed with cold feet,"
says The Family Doctor. You should,
of course, leave them in the fender.
* =:=
A two-hour concert was given to the
convicts at Portland Prison the other
day by the band of the Royal Welsh
Fusiliers. There is some little irritation
locally, we hear, because only such
persons as hai been fortunate enough
to have been published in July. And
now its chances, which depended
largely upon the poignancy of my
position, have been spoiled by an un-
expected order under which I am to be
promoted Captain on the 5th of May.
This has come upon me as an awful
and stunning blow." Mr. Punch sym-
pathises deeply with the bitterly hard
case of this victim of the new Thirteen
Years' Rule, and feels sure that if the
authorities had been cognisant of hii
projected publication they would not
have taken so hasty a step.
"Mr. Pease spcke with pride of the im-
proved pension scheme, and quoted instances
of teachers drawing a pension of £61 at 65.
A pound a year fw every year pf service."
DMy Telegraph.
They may start teaching at four years
of age in The Telegraph Office, but not
in the Elementary Schools.
314
PUNCH, OR THE LONDON CHARIVARI^
[APRIL 23, 1913.
GETTING MARRIED.
I.— THE DAY.
PROBABLY you thought that getting
married was quite a simple business.
So did I. We were both wrong ; it is
the very dickens. Of course I am not
going to draw back now. As I keep
telling Celia, her Eonald is a man of
powerful fibre, and when he says he
will do a thing he does it — eventually
She shall have her wedding all right
I have sworn it. But I do wish tha
there weren't so many things to be
arranged first.
The fact that we had to fix a day
was broken to mo one afternoon when
Celia was showing me to some relatives
of hers in the Addison Road. I got
entangled with wi. elderly cousin on the
hearthrug ; and though I know nothing
about motor -bicycles I talked aboul
them for several hours under the im-
pression that they were his subject
It turned out afterwards that he was
equally ignorant of them, but though)
they were mine. Perhaps we shall gei
on better at a second meeting. How
ever, just when we were both thoroughly
sick of each other, Celia broke off. hei
gay chat with an aunt tp( say to me — •
" By the way, Ronald, we did settle
on the eleventh, didn't we ? "
I looked at < her blattkly, my mine
naturally full of motor-bicycles.
" The wedding," smiled Celia.
" Right-o," I said with enthusiasm
I was glad to be assured that I should
not go on talking about motor-bicycles
for ever, and that on the eleventh,
anyhow, there would be a short inter-
ruption for the ceremony. Feeling
almost friendly to the' cousin, I plunged
into his favourite subject again.
On the way home Celia returned to
the matter.
"Or you would rather it was the
twelfth?" she asked.
" I 've never heard a word about this
before," I said. "It all comes as a
surprise to me."
" Why, I 'm always asking you."
" Well, it 's very forward of you, and
I don't know what young people are
coming to nowadays. Celia, what's
the good of my talking to your cousin
for three hours about motor-bicycling?
Surely one can get married just as well
without that ? "
"One can't get married without
settling the day," said Celia, coming
Cleverly back to the point.
Well, I suppose one can't. But
omehow I had expected to be spared
this bother. I think my idea was
hat Celia would say to me suddenly
ne evening, "By the way, Ronald,
nt forget we're being married to-
morrow," and I should hava said
"Where?" And on being told th
time and place I should have turned
up pretty punctually; and after m;
best man had told me where to stand
and the clergyman had told me whai
to say, and my solicitor had told m(
where to sign my name, we shoulc
have driven from the church a happj
married couple . . . and in the carriage
Celia^ would have told me where we
were spending the honeymoon.
However it was not to be so.
"All right, the eleventh," I said
" Any particular month ? "
" No,". smiled Celia,:" just any month
Or, if you like, every month."
"The' eleventh of June," I surmised
" It is probably the one day in the year
on which my Uncle Thomas cannol
come. But no matter. The eleventh
let it be."
"Then that's settled. And at St
Miriam's ? "
For some reason Celia has set hei
heart on1; St. Miriam's. Personally I
have no feeling about it. St. Andrew's-
by-the- Wardrobe or St. Bartholomew's-
Without would suit me equally well.
" All right,"/! said, " St. Miriam's."
There, you might suppose, the matter
would have ended ; but no.
".Then! will you see about it to-
morrow1" _said Celia persuasively.
I was appalled at the idea.
'; Surely," I said, .'"this is for you
or your' father, or — or somebody to
arrange." s. .fr-.-.
Of course it 's for the bridegroom,"
protested Celia." -
" In theory,' perhaps. But anyhow
not the bridegroom personally. His
best man ... or his solicitor ... or
I mean, you 're not suggesting
that I myself Oh, well, if you
insist. Still, I must say I don't see
what 's the good of having a best man
and a solicitor if Oh, all right,
Celia, I '11 go to-morrow."
So I went. For half - an - hour I
padded round St. Miriam's nervously,
and then summoning up all my courage^
I knocked my pipe out and entered.
" I want," I said jauntily to a sexton
or a sacristan or something, — •" I want
— er— a wedding." And I added, " For
two."
He didn't seem as nervous as I was.
He enquired quite calmly when I
wanted it.
" The eleventh of June," I said. " It's
probably the one day in the year on
which my Uncle Thomas How-
ever, that wouldn't interest you. The
point is that it 's the eleventh."
The clerk consulted his wedding-
book. Then he made the surprising
innouncement that the only day he
ould offer me in June was the seven-
eenth. I was amazed.
" I am a very old customer," T said
reproachfully. " I mean, I have often
been to your church in my time.
Surely —
" We 've weddings fixed on all the
other days."
"Yes, yes, but you could persuade
somebody to change his day, couldn't
you? Or if he is very much set on
being married ' on the eleventh you
might recommend some other church
to him. I daresay you) know of some
good ones. You see, CM&— my — that
is, we'r* particularly J^gn, for some
reason, on St. Miriam's.1*
The clerk didn't appreciate my sug-
gestion. He insisted that the seven-
teenth was the only day.
"Then will you have the seven-
teenth ? " he asked.
" My dear, fellow, I can't possibly
say off-hand," I protested. " I am not
alone in this. I have a friend with me.
will go back and tell her what you
say. She may decide to withdraw her
offer altogether.''
I went back and told Celia.
" Bother," ' she said. " What shall
we do?" . |
There are other churches. There 's
your own, for example."
Yes, but you know I don't like
that. Why shouldn't we ba married
on the seventeenth ? "
I don't know at all. It seems an
excellent day ; it . lets in my Uncle
Thomas. Of course it may exclude
my Uncle William; but one can't have
iverything."
" Then will you go and fix it for the
seventeenth to-morrow ? "
Can't I send my solicitor this
time?" I asked. "Of course, if you
particularly .want me to go myself, I
will. But really, dear, I seem to be
iving at St. Miriam's nowadays."
And «ven that wasn't the end of the
Business. For, just as I was leaving
ier, Celia broke it to me that St.
Miriam's was neither in her parish nor
in mine, and that, in order to qualify
as a bridegroom, I should have to hire
a room somewhere near.
But I am very comfortable where
[ am," I assured her.
You needn't live there, Ronald.
You only want to leave a hat there,
you know."
" Oh, very well," I sighed.
She came to the hall with me ; and,
laving said good-bye to her, I repeated
my lesson.
The seventeenth, fix it up to-
morrow, take a room near St. Miriam's,
md leave a hat there. Good-bye."
^ " Good-bye. . . . And oh, Ronald ! "
5he looked at me critically as I stood
n the doorway. " You might leave
hat one," she said. A. A. M.
PUNCH, OR THE LONDON CHARIVARI.— APRIL 23, 1913.
'FATHER TO THE THOUGHT."
EUEOPA (complacently). " WELL, SO THE WAR IS PRACTICALLY OVER ? "
TURKEY (still more complacently, having read reports of dissensions among the Allies). " MY FELICITATIONS,
MADAM. EVERYTHING SEEMS TO POINT TO THE OUTBREAK OF A SANGUINARY PEACE."
APRIL 23, 1913.]
PUNCH, OR THE LONDON CHARIVARI.
317
Mistress. "On, BY THE WAY, SMITHERS, I'VE ABRANGED FOB THE BBEAKFAST d THE SERVANTS' HALL TO BE A O.VABTEB-O*-
AS-HOUB EAKLIEB IN FCTUBE."
Smithers. "THEN, MY LADY, I BEO LEAVE TO GIVE NOTICE." Mistress. "INDEED I WHY?"
Smithers. "WELL, MY LADY, IT SEEMS TO ME THAT THIS ESTABLISHMENT is BEING CONDUCTED FOB YOUB CONVENIENCE BATHEB
THAN FOB THAT OP THE SERVANTS."
FAREWELL TO POETEY.
[An eminent lady has declared that " it is
the people who write poetry about us who
prevent us women getting the vote," the idea
being that such poetry does not allow women
to be taken seriously.]
THIS is the last song I shall ever sing ;
No further carollings from me shall
come.
This year the swallow, heralding the
Spring,
Will get a facer; he will find me
dumb.
The depredatory sparrow's frequent
meal
(The crocus) also will be plunged in
gloom,
And in his bitter disappointment feel
That it was hardly worth his while
to bloom.
But think not inspiration from above
Has failed me nor my brain has lost
its grip ;
I still can mind how " love " will rhyme
with " dove,"
Still know I "moon's " and "June's"
old comradeship.
No, Eeader, since I wooed and won the
prize,
My eveiy poem turns to Marguerite,
Fain would I hymn her cheeks, her
lips, her eyes,
Also her fringe-net and her dainty
feet.
Her beauty, through these fervent songs
of mine,
Throughout the ages should ba
handed down,
And DANTE'S Beatrice scarce outshine
In coming years the Marguerite of
Brown.
But, did I sing her as she is to me,
Pattern of all that's feminine and
fair,
She 'd blame her Horace when men
failed to see
The reasoning brain beneath the
golden hair.
For she would have them note her
serious side,
Her ready judgment (seldom at a
loss),
That haply they may deem her qualified
To mark a ballot-paper with a cross.
"Twixt Muse and Marguerite now lies
the choice,
And so the Muse appears a worthless
thing.
Henceforward hushed is my melodious
voice ;
This is tho last song I shall ever sing.
" A startling feature cf the new campaign
is that men as desperate as they are brainless
are employed in these acts which bafflo the
ingenuity of the poHca." — Standard.
We hope our contemporary does not
suggest that any fool can baffle the
police.
" Every reader of The Times Weekly feels at
times out of sorts, lacking in energy, devoid
of capacity, pessimistic and depressed."
Advt. in " Times Weekly."
No, no. Not if he reads The Times
Weekly.
HAVE YOU HEABD THE NEW MELODY :
" WHO is ARCHEB ? WHAT is SHEE ? "
As PLAYED ON THE MARCONI
STRINGLESS BAND.
CONDUCTOR : DAN GODFREY ISAACS.
318
PUNCH, OR THE LONDON_CHARIVARI.
[APRIL 23, 1913.
THE INDISCRETIONS OF MR. BLAISE.
Mr. Jonah X. Blaise, America's
jhampion sleuth-hound, gave an audi-
ence at the Fit/ Hotel last Friday.
Jonah X. Blaise is the man who
pursued and captured the assassin of
LINCOLN ; who removed the " grafters "
from San Francisco by producing the
earthquake; and who "discovered"
HENBY JAMES when the famous fic-
tionisfc flew from
America. Physically
Jonah X. is a won-
derful man for his
years, but he is obliged
to take things easy
now when he is not
engaged on a job, and
he received his visi-
tors last Friday in
bed. He wore a suit
of striped accordion-
pleated pyjamas, a
cavalry moustache, a
football mask and a
Shetland night-cap.
He is greatly addicted
to smoking and all
the time kept puffing
at a Tipperary Larra-
naga, for he is of Irish
descent and hopes
eventually to settle
down in the Old
Country and solve the
mystery, Whostole the
Crown Jewels? But
for the present the
supreme direction of
his business, the
largest firm of detec-
tive - agents in the
world, is too fascina
ting an occupation to
be abandoned by £
man still in full pos
session of allhisfacul
ties and having al
command the largesl
wardrobe since QUEEN
ELIZABETH. Besides
Mr. Blaise is a greal
educational asset. His
modern burglar reads BEKGSON in his advise Mr. HANDEL BOOTH as to the
leisure hours, that ' bunk ' bankers are title he will assume on his appeal
generally crazy about STHAUSS'S music
or the origin of the Aztecs. My pro-
fessors make a psychological study of
the criminal, and having discovered his
hobby they worm their way into his
confidence. Only the other day I cap-
tured one of the biggest swindlers of the
a"o by an appeal to his aesthetic tastes.
1° advertised in a leading paper to
in the next Honours List. He has also
undertaken to reconcile the conflicting
statements of Mr. GOSSE and Miss
SWINBURNE, and to preside at a public
debate on Edwin Drood.
'MAMMA, DO LOOK! IS THAT AN ANGEL?"
staff are all university men, and when
not engaged in detecting crime are
the effect that if A. M. — his initials —
would call at the box-office of the
occupied in lecturing to classes of i Metropolitan Opera House he would
students in such subjects as dop-doc-
toring, jerry - building, freak - faking,
lock-smithery, and mine-salting.
Asked by the representative of The
Daily Terror, who was accommodated
be given a stall for a performance of
Elektra. He couldn't resist the bait
and we arrested him next day."
Mr. Blaise's list of engagements
during his stay in England is a won-
cadilly." Then 1 turned to
and was referred to page 491.
is not only the largest but also the
'London'
Londor
with a seat on a hot-water can, what ; derful testimony to his versatile powers,
was the secret of his success, Mr. Blaise He goes next week to stay with Mr.
replied, " Scientific training. The old ! CARNEGIE at Skibo Castle to play duets
police methods, the cut-and-dried in- j with him on his mechanical organ. He .„ — ., — „
ferential platitudes of Sherlock Holmes, \ has promised to persuade Lord EOSE- richest and busiest city^in the \vo
are useless against the highly-educated ; BEHY to reconsider his decision to give it began. " Chestnuts,"
criminal of to-day. Bomernber that the up public speaking. He is going to And nothing about Piccadilly at all .
JOINTS IN THE ARMOUR.
BEINQ the father of six inquisitive
children I naturally
,ent for The Parents'
Book directly I had
read the advertise-
nent ; for it claimed
.o answer children's
questions by the thou-
sand, and it is by the
housand that they
rain here. It would
need to be exhaustive,
! knew, if it was to
ulfil its self-imposed
,ask of answering not
only my family's but
ivery family's ques-
lions ; yet I was not
prepared for a volume
weighing (as it does)
3 Ihs. 13 ozs. I was
hoping for India pa-
per and close type so
that I could carry it
about on country and
even town walks and
not be put to shame.
But life, of course,
is not like that ; life
always does you.
" Now, you little
demons," I said geni-
ally that evening
" gather round and do
your worst; your
father 's up to any
trick. Ask me any-
thing you like and I'll
give you the answer ; "
and I opened The
Parents' Bosk. " It
is too much to hope,
dear Eric," I added.
turning to the eldest,
" that there is nothing that you parti-
cularly want to know to-day ? "
"Yes," he said with disconcerting
quickness, " it is, father. What does
' Piccadilly ' mean ? "
Now this was something that I have
always wanted myself to know, so I
turned up the index with some satiric
tion and more confidence. But no " Pic
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319
Eric retired unsatisfied, and Cuthbert
took tho floor. " Please, father," ho
said, " what became of the wino after
the Puke of CLAKEXCE was drowned
in it?"
No "Clarence" in the index.
"I expect it was given to the poor,"
said Cuthbert philosophically, and with
tho lowest opinion of reference books
he too retired.
" Now, Patricia ? " I said to my eldes
girl. Patricia is a great reader anc
I expected a literary poser. I mus
ailinil, that I got it.
" What was tho good news brough
from Ghent to Aix? " she asked.
The index this time seemed more
promising, for it gave —
Browning, Elizabeth Barrett . . 551
Bobert f,'yl
hut though -the poem was mentioned
nothing was said as to the very reason
able information desired by my deal
offspring.
Patricia therefore withdrew to make
room for Horace, who merely asked
who ato the first boiled egg. I knew
that it was useless to hope for light
there, so I gave it up at once. " Arising
out of that question," he therefore added
(in his own juvenile paraphrase), "may
1 a-ik who first boiled a pot ? " but the
learned disquisition on " fire " provided
for parents by our literary heavy-weight
did not go into that.
" And you, Ethelbert ? " I said.
" What is rag-time ? " he asked.
The index passed lightly from
" Radium " to " Bagged Hobin " and
then (most unsuitably, I thought) to
"Ealiab," who figures, on page 680,
euphemistically as " a widow." Nothing
of rag-time, you see. I then looked up
"Music" — although goodness knows
why I should— but without the faintest
success.
Things were getting very bad. Here
were five of my little brood unanswered
and the credit of literature was getting
desperately thin.
"Now, Augusta," I said to the
youngest, "can't you think of some
problem that we — this volume and I —
can solve for you ? "
"Yes," she said with a suspicious
wriggle. "Surely, father, more than
two fleas got into the Ark, didn't
they?"
* * * *
But what a book [
" Mr. McKenna yesterday promised a trade
non deputation to use his influenza in
favour of improved arrangements in connec-
tion with shuttle-kissing."
Halifax Daily Guardian.
We must warn Mr. McKENNA that
when you have influenza any sort of
kissing is dangerous.
STUDIES IN CRIMINOLOGY.
A BURGLARY AT THE NATURAL HISTOBT MUSEUM.
THE POST-IMPRESSIONIST PUFF.
(Sec the new Futurist Exhibition.)
LET me be futuristically painted I
Such treatment I should prize
Above the style that shows me sweetly
sainted
With rainbow halo- wise ;
For I 'm quite convinced the charms
Of my rounded neck and arms,
Of my piquant little features and loosely
coiffured curls
(With others I might mention),
Will attract no more attention
'rom the satiated public than the
charms of other girls.
But if some Futurist would symbolise
me
As I appear to him,
And with his cryptic brush anatomise
me
And tear me limb from limb ;
If he 'd illustrate the theme
In a crude chromatic scheme
And place my tangled icon ill a funny
sort of frame,
As the latest acquisition
Of a crazy exhibition
I should leap from mediocrity to
prominence and fame.
Come, knots and knobs, my linea-
ments embroider !
Come, graduated checks !
Come, whorls and webs and mar-
quetries that moider
And vortices that vex !
Though the method may be mad
I shall get a gorgeous ad.,
For strangers and acquaintances, re-
lations, friends and foes
Will study the creation
For some dawning inspiration
To assist them in distinguishing n»y
elbow from my nose.
320
PUNCH, OR THE LONDON CHARIVARI.
23, 1913.
CHECKMATING TIME.
[Lately observed in the course of a time-
honoured manoeuvre conducted by the black
rooks.]
Philip and Rachel — I put the gentle-
man's name first because they are rooks,
and that, I take it, is the convention in
bird society — are setting^p house
together. When I say "Wting up
house" I mean it literally; but per-
haps I should say that they are re-
storing an old historical residence which
they have got cheap. Obviously there
is nothing suburban about Philip and
Rachel. Their idea is a good old
English rookery of the best period,
with a few select neighbours within
a talking radius of a mile or so and an
eligible view of me in the (human)
house opposite.
I think I understand Philip's motives
in the matter of matrimony. He 's had
a pretty thin time of it during the
winter, getting rotten grub and all
the rest of it; so at last he sat out
with Rachel in a quiet furrow — they 'd
met at several ploughed fields during
January and done all the new hops to-
gether— fetched her a Neapolitan worm
and then pulled himself together like
a rook and put it to her. After that,
of course, he had a certain amount of
business at the Gray's Inn Rookery
(which he said was jolly well named),
and when that was done he and Rachel
were free to go house-hunting.
Not least pleasant among the many
amenities of rook life is the wedding-
present convention. Ah, my friends,
what a lesson do they teach us humans !
Let us try to read it. But must I
repeat all the old commonplaces about
the duplication of wedding-presents?
(No, I 'm afraid I mustn't.) Suffice it
to say that, supposing Susan and I are
going to be married, the Charleses of
this world send rne a dozen bread-
knives, and the Thomases of this world
a dozen chestnut - toasters, bought off-
hand and perfunctorily ; and mean
while I am left to cope unaided and
without sympathy with the builders
and carpenters who have sworn to
make a new thing of the old manor-
house I have acquired, wondering if
I can possibly go to the expense of
another cartload of bricks to build that
game larder against the south facade
which Susan has set her heart on.
How different it would be if Charles
drove up in his motor, the tonneau
bursting with bricks, and cried cheerily,
"Here, my dear old pal, is your game
larder ! Give me a trowel and I '11 soon
show you ! " And if Thomas arrived in
his brougham, hugging a load of mortar,
and with a pile of slates on the opposite
seat! Could I but see them, keen as
mustard, top-hats laid aside, wrestling
with the bathroom pipes and only
pausing to wring me by the hand and
ay, " I 'm a confirmed bachelor myself,
but my heart goes out to you in your
new life. Anything I can do — any-
thing I " Wedding-presents of bricks
and mortar and enthusiastic assistance !
Tis a duplication devoutly to be wished.
Such is the lesson of the rooks.
Philip's and Rachel's friends all turn up
with the same sort of present and the
same enthusiasm in the work of restora-
tion, and Philip and Rachel are pleased
with every fresh bit of stick they receive.
" Hurray 1 " says Phil — I can see him
at it now — " here 's old Percy with
another bit. Who'd ha" thought it?
Percy, you 're a sportsman ! We were
just wanting some more straw. It "11
come in handy for the dining-room
chimney."
Then he sits on an adjacent bough
and says, " Shove it in, dear old chap !
Put it where you like."
That seems to be Philip's general
idea — to sit alongside of Rachel and
talk brightly to his friends and relations
while they do all the work.
" That 's a jolly bit of old oak," he
says to Cousin Amy, a sentimental old
maid who does nothing but bustle
backwards and forwards with contri-
butions. " Where did you pick that
up?"
Cousin Amy blushes (a rook's blush
is a sort of purply-blue affair). " I 've
had it put by for a long time," she
confesses. " I always thought it might
come in for you and dear Rachel."
" That 's a good 'un ! " cries Philip.
"I 've only known her a couple o'
months. Haw-haw-haw!" And he
simply shrieks with laughter.
Then Rupert comes staggering up
with a young scaffolding-pole, and
everyone stops work to cheer him. He
drops it several times ; but what does
that matter to a willing young chap like
Rupert ? Down he goes in a series of
vol-planes, and never rests till he 's got
it safely to its destination. (I think I
see Charles, when his bread-knife gets
lost in the post, moving heaven and
earth to recover it, or buying me
another ! His way would rather be to
pretend that something he 'd never sent
had got lost, and to slang me for not
acknowledging it.)
" Now then," says Rupert, " where
shall I ram it in ? "
" I think the basement wants
strengthening a bit," says Philip,
putting his head on one side and
considering.
" Or, how about the drawing-room
floor ? " chips in Rachel. " A few extra
joists wouldn't do it any harm."
They talk it over among themselves,
and then Rupert jabs it in, nearly
spitting old Uncle Benjamin, who is
already nursing his gout in the best
bedroom.
Uncle Benjamin — a distinguished
old soldier who has besn in many of
the wars — swears freely. . . .
And so it goes on. The service of
Hymen is not, as with us, a sort of
ghoul's carnival, but a social function
the best sense, a national sport
indulged in by all the nice people.
How else should Rupert, that young
:xquisite, toil about all day with
assorted timber, which, he explains,
was chucked at him for an old
song? How else should Lord Jim,
that fine old patron of the turf, keep
on dropping in with a bit of it for his
grandson's private use? Day by day
the mansion grows. Day by day I see
the noble Gothic foundations added to
and at last o'ertopped by the stately
pile.
*****
The other night I made sure the
house-warming was taking place. As I
lay sleepless I heard the full tide of
hospitality surging from the lately
completed house of Philip and Rachel.
Many a rousing chorus was borne to
me on the strong night wind, and now
Cousin Amy would hold the field as she
quavered out " The Stately Homes of
England " in her old-world voice, and
now Percy would give his fine rendering
of " Cras amct qui nunquam amavil."
As it happens, I was wrong. The
next morning there were the Gothic
foundations in their original propor-
tions. The rest of the stately pile had
been scattered to (and by) the four
winds. Were they, then, sounds of
lamentation which I had heard? Not
a bit of it ! It was the rook version of
" Are we down-hearted ? " As I looked
out of my window, there were Philip
and Rachel still together on the bough,
once more instructing the indefatigable
Percy and Rupert and Cousin Amy and
all the rest of 'em. Even old Uncle
Benjamin had already re-established
his armchair in the basement.
"Shove it in, dear old chap!" said
Philip, as Rupert came staggering up
with a young scaffolding-pole. . . .
" But not quite so much jerry-building
this time," I think he added.
From Amicus, Ceylon's Illustrated
Weekly : —
" EBATTA. In the article ' From Choir Boy
to Organist ' our readers will detect a mis-
print. The mistake occurred under excep-
tional circumustances."
We have just detected two more
eratta, but in the circumustances we
will forgive them ; only it must not
become a habit.
APBIL 23, 1913.]
PUNCH, OR THE LONDON CHARIVARI.
321
Gouty Music-hall Agent. "WHAT'S TEB BUSINESS?"
Agent. " WELL, GO ON; MAKE ME LAUGH."
Struggling Actor. "COMEDIAN."
PIFFLE ABOUT PENMEN.
Mr. Horace Mewlett is about to
publish a volume of verse to which
he has give the alluring title of Lyra
Felina. As he remarks in his Fore-
word, " Hitherto no attempt has been
made to express the true inwardness of
those poignant ululations — those cris
de caur which are amongst the most
thrilling of the voices of the night in a
great city." He adds that he hopes no
one will ask him whether these poems
are vitiated by the pathetic fallacy, but
that if they do he has no intention of
answering them. The book is dedi-
cated to the Marquis of Carabas, and
will be shortly issued through the firm
of Catter and Wall.
You may, if you like new poetry,
remember a volume which appeared a
few years ago, entitled "Falsetto
Flutings." It was written by Mr.
Jasper Didham, a quite young man,
and combined ingenuous candour with
a remarkable mastery of technique.
Since then Mr. Didham has married a
poetess, and a joint volume from their
pens is now promised by Messrs.
Tootill, under the attractive title of
" Didhams." _____
Miss Dorothy Scoop's many friends
assembled last Saturday afternoon to
do her honour at a stand-up tea at the
Diana Club. The occasion for the
festivity was her forthcoming marriage
which will remove her from London to
Alaska, where her husband runs a seal-
farm. Miss Scoop hopes to turn the
local colour to profitable advantage
in her next novel, the title of which
is provisionally fixed as "An Arctic
Mermaid."
It is curious that no history of Bootle
and Chowbent haseveryet been written.
The omission is now to be remedied by
a volume from the pen of the Lancashire
archaeologist, Mr. Enoch Earwaker,
who has compiled a stirring chronicle
of the historic happenings which have
lent lustre to these euphoniously named
towns. The book will be published by
the Dinwiddies.
Dr. Salubr}', the great eupeptic ex-
pert, has just completed a study of "The
Quick Lunch," which will appear in the
" Jack and Jill :> series of cheap mono-
graphs. It describes the origin and
history of the famous " Self- Help "
Eestaurant, of which Mr. Eustace
Smiles is the founder and proprietor.
It is announced that Sir GEORGE
ALEXANDER has completed the first
instalment of his Reminiscences, which
will appear serially in Ttie Tailor and
Cutter.
" The Suffragette leader, looking very palo
and emancipated, was driven out of prison in
a closed carriage." — Dublin Saturday Herald.
The wish is father to the look.
" Dishes should be supplied at moderate
intervals, and not taken gulping with 5 fingers
but with spoon. There should always be an
agreeable chat in sweet company — a sweet
innocent table talk, bost in the family circle."
Hindoo Patriot.
Too frequent specimen of agreeable
chat in the family circle : " Oh lor',
Maria, not mutton again? "
322
PUNCH, OR THE LONDON CHARIVARI.
[APRIL 23, 1913.
Governess. "AND WHOM DID THE GODDESS AUEORA. MABRY?'
Pupil. " BOBEALIS I "
"CAPTAINS COURAGEOUS/'
[Captain WOOD and Captain GHEEN have
resigned their commissions in. His MAJESTY'S
Army in order to appear on the stage of the
Coliseum music-hall.]
LET poets of the past enlarge
On martial deeds of derring-do,
On Balaclava's famous charge,
On feats of arms at Waterloo !
With bays let other bards bedeck
The heroes of a hundred fights
Who helped, at Cabul or Quebec,
To hold the fort or scale the heights,
Who swept the field at Inkerman
Or stormed the terrible Eedan 1
The warriors I prefer to hymn
Are products of this peaceful aga
Who, with a courage truly grim,
Have scaled the boards and stormed
the stage.
Here, facing fearful " gods " each day,
They hold the fort from hour to hour,
While jugglers view them with dismay
And even acrobats look sour
To see them greeted with the shouts
Reserved for comic knockabouts !
How fearlessly their fun they poke
At Suffragettes and Volunteers !
How boldly crack the killing joke,
A credit to their martial peers !
What pluck, what valour each displays !
Though rivals deem their humour
poor,
! To me such feats recall the days
Of WOLFE, of WELLINGTON and
MOORE,
When braver act was never seen
Than this of Captains WOOD and
GREEN!
ONCE UPON A TIME.
THE WATCH.
ONCE upon a time there was a man
who in a moment of foolishness gave
ninety and 'odd pounds for a watch.
It was a musical watch, and small
children's faces lit up when they heard
it ; but none the less after two years
he came to the conclusion that money
would be more useful. So he put it in
its beautiful velvet and leather case and
took it back to the shop and asked the
stately gentleman behind the counter
to buy it. But the stately gentleman
said that he never did anything like
that, but would exchange jewellery for
it. And then the man took it to a
dealer whose one avowed desire was
the purchase of old watches, and this
dealer disregarded the musical part of
it altogether, as well as the detail that
it kept time, and offered merely the
price of the gold. And then the man
took it to various other dealers, and the
highest offer that was made to him
was less than a third of the original
price, and in disgust he thrust the
thing back into his overcoat pocket,
and hated all men, and realised to the
full once more (as every decent fellow
must, now and then) what a gulf is
fixed between buying and selling, buyers
and sellers. And that being the day
of the Boat Eace it followed that in
Leicester Square his pocket was picked
and the watch disappeared. And when
by chance he discovered his loss his
face brightened, and he began to take
a kindlier view of life, and " So that 's
settled," he said.
"New (12s. Gd.) pair complete Sandow's
Dumb-bells for poultry."
Advt. in "Feathered World."
Our Buff Orpington, Frederick, is now
fifteen round the biceps.
" Use 's original Patent Flour, of all
grocers in yellow bags."
Adrt. in "Bristol's Young Men."
It would be useless to apply to our
grocer, who clings to the old-fashioned
brown tweeds.
PUNCH, OR THE LONDON CHARIVARI.— Arniti 23. 1913.
\
VOWED TO SILENCE.
LORD EOSEBERY (in the deaf-and-dumb alphabet). "AND HOW DO YOU FANCY ME A3 A
TEAPP1ST?" MB. PUNCH (out loud). "NOT A BIT."
[Lord ROSEBERY, at a dinner o£ the Press Club, announced that he might possibly never make another speech in public.]
23, 1913.]
PUNCH, OR THE LONDON CHARIVARI.
325
ESSENCE OF PARLIAMENT.
(EXTRACTED FROM THE DIARY OP TOBY, M.P.)
House of Lords, Monday, April 14. —
Les beaux csprits se rencontrcnt. Noblo
Lords meeting to-day concerned them-
selves with Ancient Monuments. Bill
introduced by BEAUCHAMP. Whereupon,
there being no other
business on hand, the
House, consisting of
half - a - dozen peers,
forthwith adjourned.
" Hardly worth while
putting on wig and
gown and fetching out
Purse-bearer from the
domestic circle," said
LORD CHANCELLOR.
" Sometimes get a little
tired of this make-
believe of work. Oh,
to bo in the Commons
now April 's there, and
that man of war,
SANDYS, brings in his
Conscription Bill, sets
his squadron in the field,
and straightway sounds
strategic retreat."
Eenewed talk about
little affair that, since
Session opened, has
Bill legalising immemorial custom in • cessions made by LLOYD GEORGE Bill
matter of collection of taxes pending still in Committee Stage when House
passage of Budget Bill is giving un- adjourned.
expected trouble. Both sides equally
interested. Successive Chancellors of
Exchequer have for three-score years
pursued convenient course now arrested
by judicial dictum. If means be
HUGH, STEEL-MAIT-
and CASSEL on this
For profundity of
Pretty to see TIM HEALY leading SON
AUSTEN, COUSIN
LAND, BANBUKY
new campaign.
historical and legal lore, for reverence
for the British Con-
stitution which a reck-
less Government were
"attempting to decant
into a short Bill," for
noble jealousy of
ancient rights of House
of Commons, withal for
judicial moderation in
criticism, our quondam
TRUCULENT TIM was
inimitable.
House of Commons,
Tuesday. — Interesting
to watch the growth
of catalogue of risky
words which come to
be authorised as Parlia-
mentary expressions.
In some cases distinc-
tion as delicate as that
between P.M. and M.P.
established by Post
Office. Here are two
identical letters, the
^ I
spread vague feeling of Dressing-room accommodation provided for the barons in the days of KIKG JOHN. fi t { charged as
:-. 8. These defective arrangements have already been remedied. . , ,° TT
perturbation. Coming a single word. Use
back to their duties Peers find them-
selves, by thoughtful attention of Board
of Works, provided with a dressing-room.
Accommodation primitive since days of
Magna Charta. KING JOHN'S barons
riding down to Westminster used,
according to contemporary record, to
stack their armour and lances in Palace
Yard, the police on duty undertaking
to keep an eye on them. Suddenly,
sharp on passage of Parliament Act, in
near anticipation of introduction of
so-called Keform Bill designed to
complete work of disintegration, the
House of Commons, egged on by the
Government, voted a sum of £195 for
a dressing-room.
" There 's more in this than meets
the eye," said NEWTON, his mobile
countenance sicklied o'er with the pale
cast of apprehension. " Something
about it akin to the tactics of the
farmer who, at approach of Christmas,
delights unwary flocks of geese and
turkeys by unwontedly generous feed-
ing. They may call it a dressing-room.
It really is what HALSBURY would call
1 a sort of ' Preamble to a Bill depriving
Peers of last shred of hereditary
legislative power. When I was at
school I was taught in a foreign
language to distrust the Greeks when
they brought gifts. I do so now."
Business done. — In the Commons
not taken to legalise practice, Chan-
cellor in next Unionist Government
will find himself in same pickle. But
it 's the business of Opposition to
honourable gentlemen
Gangway to left of
the men to shirk it.
oppose,
seated
and
above
SPEAKER not
Accordingly amendment after amend-
ment submitted, and in spite of con-
TIM HEALT exhibits
British Constitution."
"reverence for
them in reversed order and bang goes
another ha'penny. MOORE of North
Armagh has for nearly three weeks been
suspended from service of House, liable
if caught upon the premises to be
manacled and removed to the deepest
dungeon below the castle moat. And
wherefore? Because in moment of
earnest conviction he genially described
action of Government in regard to
debate on Consolidated Fund Bill as
" disgraceful trickery."
Everything turned upon use of the
adjective. Some authorities testify that
precedent for its admission into conver-
sation had been permitted by previous
occupiers of the Chair. WHITLEY
inflexible in ruling the word unparlia-
mentary ; and as North Armagh would
not withdraw it House has through
sort of supplementary Lenten time
lamented his absence and missed his
occasional interjectionary incursions
into current debate.
To-day COUSIN HUGH denounced
BANBUHY as " a Parliamentary King's
Proctor." WHITLEY, again in Chair,
made no sign of remonstrance. Phrase
undoubtedly has associations with an
unsavoury Court of Law where in
suspicious cases the King's Proctor is
accustomed to intervene. Therein lay
the analogy discerned by a poetic mind.
In Committee on Collection of Taxes
It would certainly have immense
influence in advancing progress of busi-
ness. Whilst thus achieving maximum
of good it would be responsible only for
minimum of evil. As Lord BOSEBERY
said the other night, no one reads long
reports of speeches delivered in either
House of Parliament, whilst few papers
•v
Bill, Government accepted an amend-
ment moved by COUSIN HUGH/ BAN-
BURY, resenting action that would have
effect of easing progress of the measure,
suggested that COUSIN HUGH was
" actafig in collusion with the Govern-
ment."--
No such paradoxical accusation lias
been made since on a day in the last cen-
tury NEWDEGATE, stung by WHALLEY'S
insinuation that he, pillar of pure
Protestantism," was in secret league
with the POPE OF BOME, retorted by
declaration of belief that WHALLEY,
an equally energetic champion of the
true faith, was a Jesuit iu disguise.
It stung COUSIN HUGH to the quick.
Lost not » moment in repudiating the
charge. * Explained that, so far from
having been led astray by the blandish-
ments of the Government, he was the
seducer, not they. The intervention of
the Parliamentary King's Proctor was
accordingly made upon total miscon-
ception of the facts.
Encouraged by toleration from the
Chair in matter of disorderly language,
COUSIN i HUGH tried another flight.
The Member ' for : the City of
London," he said, " is a hypocrite in
this matter, for no one is more prone
to compact with the Government
than is he. The difference
between us is that he prac-
tises his»vices in secret behind
the SPEAKER'S Chair, whereas
I declare the truth openly
across the floor of tho
House."
BANBURY, not easily
abashed, had no retort ready.
Several Members made note
of the fact that it is within
the rules of order not only
for one Member to describe
another as a Parliamentary
King's Proctor, but he may,
unrebuked, fling at him the
taunt of being a hypocrite.
Business done. — House,
having suspended Standing
Order with intention of sitting
all night if necessary to com-
plete Committee Stage of
Collection of Taxes Bill,
accomplished its work at
twenty-five minutes to nine
o'clock.
Friday. — On Grand Night SARK dined j Neither the tongues of men nor angels
with the Treasurer and Benchers of would alter this fixed intent. "Then
The gallant MOOBE in exile.
present them. Exception is, of course,
made when the speaker is Lord KOSE-
BERY. That a personal detail. •
As to effect of speeches upon the fate
of measures it is notoriously nil. In
anticipation of a critical division Mem-
bers on both sides come down absolutely
determined to vote in a certain Lobby.
OUR FESTAL ANNIVERSARIES.
[By one u-ho is not very good at them.]
" TO-MORROW," I said, " is April 23rd
— Primrose Day."
' So it is," exclaimed Cicely.
' How
nice
COL-SIN HUGH
Proctor."
denounces BANBURY as "a Parliamentary King's
Inner Temple. Much struck by a detail
which suggests possibility of marked im-
provement in Parliamentary procedure.
On card of invitation was engraved the
magic words, " No Speeches."
" Why," he asks, " should not our
Whips, in sending out their occasionally
peremptory invitation to attendance on
particular nights, adopt this formula ? "
why," SARK asks, "waste time in
delivery of speeches for the most part
tedious ? "
A bold suggestion, impracticable at
first sight. But its premiss that speech-
making does not influence votes is
undeniable.
Business dona, — Talk about Housing
of Working Classes.
I scarcely like to confess it,". I
added hesitatingly, " but to tell the
honest truth, Cicely, I don't really
know the origin of Primrose Day. Of
course I 'm aware it 's some kind of
national festival, but precisely what, I
can't say."
" No more can I," admitted Cicely, to
my relief. " That is to say, I 'm not at
all sure, but I think it's connected in
some way with Lord EOSEBERY and
the Derby."
" For my part," said I more confi-
dently, " I fancy it is associated with
ST. GEORGE, the Patron Saint of Eng-
land. When you come to think of it
the rose is the emblem of ST. GEORGE.
Primrose, of course, comes from a
Latin root — the word, I mean, not the
flower. Prim should properly be Prime,
signifying First. And here, I venture
to think, we have support for my
theory. Years ago it would have been
difficult, if not impossible, to produce
real roses in England much before
April 23rd, and thus the
prim or first rose would
naturally be adopted as the
symbol of—
" Let 's ask somebody,"
interrupted Cicely.
" Eight-o ! " said I.
# * * *
" Do you happen to know,
Ellen," I enquired of the
Cook, " why April 23rd is
called Primrose Day ? "
"I don't for certain, Sir,"
she replied, "but I have heard
it 's something to do with
SHAKSPEABE."
" There may be something
in this," I remarked to Cicely.
" SHAKSPEARE, you remem-
ber, wrote those beautiful
lines :
Primroses,
That come before the swallow
dares . . ."
"Daffodils! Daffodils!"
cried Cicely.
Alice would know, I expect," added
Cook, " because she 's a member of the
Primrose League."
" Of course ! " cried Cicely. " What
duffers ! We might have guessed it was
connected with the Primrose League."
" I understand, Alice," I said, when
we had found her, " that you are a
member of the Primrose League. That
being so, you can probably tell us why
April 23rd is called Primrose Day ? '.'
AruiL 23, 1913.]
PUNCH, OR THE LONDON CHARIVARI.
327
/
HOLDING ON FOR A RISE. •
(SCENE— A Point-to-point Meeting wJiere the supply of race-cards has run out.)
Sportsman, "LoOK HEBE, I'LL GIVE YOU TWO SHILLINGS FOB THAT CABD."
Rustic (vaguely inspired by wliat Jus has heard about Marconis). "NAA FEAB! I WUN'T SELL UN I
BOUND ABOUT ONE O'CLOCK, AND IP 'E 's WUTH TWO BOB NOW, WOT !LL 'E BE WUTH TO-MOBBEB?"
I BOCGHT UN FUB ZIXPEXCF.
" I don't really know, Sir," answered
Alice, " but I think it 's something to do
with Lord SALISBURY."
" I feel sure that 's wrong," said I.
" We are disappointed in you, Alice."
" Well, mother joined me into the
Primrose League when I was a child,"
said Alice, " and I don't know much
about it except that it 's got to do with
being a Conservative."
" As it 's a political business," put in
Cicely, " Judson is sure to know. He
knows all about politics."
We sought out Judson and put the
question to him. He scraped his spade
thoughtfully.
"I'm not quite sure, Sir," said he,
" but I think April 23rd is the hanni-
versary like of the death o' Lord
BEACONSFIELD ; but it may be his birth-
day. The primrose was his lordship's
favourite flower, so I 've heard say."
" I fancy that Judson's explanation
is the most authoritative and con-
vincing," I said to Cicely in the
seclusion of the drawing-room. " But
Meggison is coming to dinner this
evening, and he's related to a fellow
who was an Under-Secretary in the
last Unionist Government. He '11 know
for certain."
" Eight-o ! " said Cicely.
*****
" I say, old chap, why is April 23rd
called Primrose Day ? " I enquired of
Meggison.
" It isn't," said he.
HOW TO CELEBEATB
ST. GEOEGE'S DAY.
(Which, Mr. Punch begs to inform his
millions of English readers, falls on
April 23rd.)
A Eoyal Commission shall be ap-
pointed to decide, once for all, who the
Saint really was. Only pure-blooded
Englishmen and genuine Cappadocians
to constitute its membership.
The preponderating Celtic element
in the Cabinet shall retire at their own
expense to their respective and original
sheilings and fastnesses for the day,
and give England a rest. The CHAN-
CELLOR OP THE EXCHEQUER, however,
in consideration of his surname and
comparatively straitened means, shall be
allowed an excursion ticket to Criccieth.
In view of the fact that, according to
the latest returns available, all but 921
out of the 12,862 men who recruited
for the Navy in 1911 were born in
England, journalists shall be permitted,
just for once, to speak of the English
Navy, without calling down upon their
heads a sheaf of excited protests from
correspondents beyond the Border.
The wearing of a miniature rose in
the button-hole, at any rate in the
early morning and twilight hours of
St. George's Day, by those who can
muster up sufficient courage and
patriotism, shall not be construed as an
affront to the cosmopolitan inhabitants
of London and West Ham.
The police-court test, pro hac vice,
for those ardent spirits who may be
suspected of over-festive loyalty to
their patron saint, shall be the recital
of the well-known formula modified,
namely, " English Constitution."
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PUNCH, OR THE LONDON CHARIVAEI.
23, 1913.
FRESH AIR.
" WELL," said Francesca, " here we are at last."
" I cannot deny it," I said. " It is dreadfully truo.
" Do you want to deny it ? " she said.
" Yes, Francesca, I do. My whole soul yearns to deny
it; but in face of what has happened even my soul canno
manage it."
" And yet," she said, " your soul is a very fiery particle
too fiery, I should have thought, to be snuffed out by
mere railway journey to the sea-side."
"Francesca,"! said, "much is permitted to you, but
cannot allow you to refer to that railway journey again."
" Pooh," she said, " what was the matter with it ? "
"How many times," I said, "did we have to collect and
count the children ? How many miles did we have to walk
along platforms in order to find seats in compartments that
were already crammed ? Why were those two respectable
old gentlemen so angry when Frederick trod on all their
toes ? Why did I have sandwiches and sherry for luncheon ?
It is a disagreeable and an unusual variety of luncheon.
Why am I still covered with crumbs ? Why did we leave
our comfortable home, and why- "
" And why," she said, " have I married a sphinx ? If
you have any more riddles in your mind now 's the time to
get rid of the lot."
"Is this," I said, " your courtesy? "
" No, it 's my^common sense."
" Ha, ha ! " I said, laughing bitterly.
" And," she continued, " you '11 just have to make the
best of it. Besides I may as well tell you at once that you
will have to sleep in the little room that looks out on the
back. We cannot arrange it in any other way."
" I knew it," I said. " It has been so whenever we have
all gone to the seaside together. I have always been
squeezed into the little room that looks out on the back.
All lodgings at every seaside are alike in this : the father of
the family is compelled to look out on the back while his
wife and children gaze upon the sea."
"I can put Frederick in with you il
said.
" No," I said, " I think I will do without Frederick,
is capable of waking at six A.M."
" He always does," she said.
" And he would expect me to tell him a story. I can do
much, but I cannot tell a story to a child at six A.M."
' It would be good for you to try just once," she said.
"I think not," I said. "And, besides, it wouldn't be a
satisfactory story. Frederick wouldn't like it. He is getting
very particular about his stories. He told me to-day he
was tired of wishing-caps."
" You might make it a magic ring by way of a change."
" We exhausted all the possibilities of a magic ring long
ago," I said. " And dragons and fairy queens are also
taboo. No, on mature consideration I will 'deny myself
the pleasure of having Frederick in my room. I will leave
him to you."
" That," she said, " is like your generous nature. I accept
your gift."
" And you must promise," I said, " not to throw Frederick
m my teeth afterwards. You take him with your eyes
open. He is a free gift, and you must not look him in the
mouth."
" I will take Frederick off your hands," she said, " and
expect nothing of you in consequence."
' But tell me," I said, " where are the children ? "
" They are upstairs," she said, " unpacking. Do you not
hear them ? "
" Are they unpacking my things? " I said.
you if you feel lonely," she
He
"They probably are," she said. "I promised them that
as a treat."
" You promised them that ! " I exclaimed. " But this is
madness. How can three girl-children and a boy unpack
a father's kit-bag ? Everything will get mixed with every-
thing else. My socks will go astray. Francesca, you do
not know, being a woman, what a vagrant thing a sock is.
And my shirts ! They will ruin the fronts of my shirts."
" Oh," she said impatiently, " what does it matter at the
seaside ? Listen," she continued, as a burst of merriment
was wafted to us from upstairs ; " they are playing with
your big bath-sponge. Would you be so heartless as to
interfere with their innocent pleasure ? "
" They will get wet through," I said.
"Everybody gets wet through at the seaside."
" Yes," I said, " but not with bath-sponges."
" W7ell," she said, " if you don't like it why don't you
take them out ? "
" I will," I said. " Life at the seaside is one long series
of takings out."
" Yes," she said, " that 's why the beach is there, and the
piers, and the esplanade, and the boats, and the boatmen in
their blue guernseys. And that 's why we brought Winkles
with us."
" I forgot Winkles," I said.
" Winkles will have to be taken out on the wettest days.
Dogs must be exercised even when children stay at home;
and you," she said, " are the one to do it."
~ " I foresee," I said, " that I shall get plenty of fresh air."
" Don't be so gloomy about it," she said. " What else
did you come to the seaside for ? "
" I thought I was going to have a rest and enjoy myself."
" What a strange idea," she said. E. C. L.
A SPEING VICTIM.
BARBER, I hope I find you with a steady
And dexterous right-hand to-day. Eeveal
The secrets of your armoury ! Make ready
Your stoutest shears, your choicest Sheffield steel,
Your bills and cleavers, and prepare to strip
This tufty herbage from my upper lip !
The sacrifice intrigues you ? Doubtless, Barber,
You wonder at the fellness of the swoop ;
You think, perchance, I chafe to see it harbour
The beaded bubbles of my turtle soup ?
Or else that SHE has coyly murmured, " Please
Uproot it, dear : it makes me want to sneeze " ?
Perchance I hope (you artists know how prone is
The heart of man to idle self-esteem)
To leave your chair a latter-day Adonis,
To have my smile proclaimed " a perfect dream " ?
Or haply (horrid thought) I mean to flit
From outraged Justice ? No, that isn't it.
Behold in me a victim of the Season
When pestilence is wafted on the bresze
Embroiling us and darkening our reason.
Catarrh? The influenza? Worse than these.
Aha, my friend, I see you guess my meaning ;
Yes, I have caught the frenzy of Spring-cleaning.
"THE LIMITATION OF CONSECUTIVE HAZARDS.— 'S. E.' writes:—
Might I make the suggestion that a hint be taken from the spot
troke rule ? My idea is that not more than one or two consecutive
osmg hazards be allowed ofi the same ball into the same pocket.' "
Times.
STobody has really seen billiards played until he has watched
us making oar run of one consecutive losing hazard.
Amu, 23, 1913.]
PUNCH, OR THE LONDON CHARIVARI.
329
Landlord of Country Inn. "Witr. TE FLEASE TO BE QUICK WITH YEB BATH, HUM? IT'S FIBE DBILL MOESISQ AND w*'i
EAGEB TO BE AT IT."
NATUEE KNOWLEDGE.
THE teacher was serious-minded and
very conscientious. The lesson was
" The Frog"" — the protoplasm al begin-
nings of froggie being exhibited within
a glass jarful of water, which stood
upon a table before the class. The
room was stuffy and the class in a
state of passive resistance to learning —
all except Tommy Bangs, aged seven.
Tommy, who up to now had never
learned anything if he could possibly
help it, sat staring at the glass jar
with all his soul in his eyes. Teacher
looked at him attentively. Was this
a case of the stupid scholar at last
coming into his own subject and
developing genius? She resolved to
concentrate upon Thomas.
" You see this mass of gelatinous
substance full of little black dots ? "
" Yes, ma'am."
" These black dots are eggs."
Thomas looked incredulous.
Now, what are they, Thomas ? "
"Eggs," replied Thomas, obedient
though unbelieving.
"Correct. Well, in process of time
these eggs are— now what do you think
happens to these eggs in process of
time?"
Uneasy silence on the part of
Thomas.
" Come," said Teacher. "They are — "
" Boiled," with sudden inspiration.
" No, no," said Teacher hastily ;
" they are hatched."
"Hatched," murmured Thomas
apologetically.
" Yes, and out come some queer-
looking creatures with big heads and
flat tails. They are called tadpoles.
Now " — very impressively — " the tad-
pole grows, little legs begin to show,
gradually the tail vanishes, and what
do you think at last comes out of the
water?"
" A — a duck." Thomas was evidently
unable to get away from the poultry
farm.
"Oh no, Thomas. I will tell you.
A frog. Now, isn't that wonderful ? "
Subdued expressions of astonishment
from the class and a deep sigh from
Thomas, looking as if he could ask for
more information if he dared. Teacher
turned to him kindly.
" You are interested, Thomas ? "
" Yes, ma'am."
" That 's right. I shall cultivate
your taste for nature knowledge. Is
thei'e anything else you would like me
to tell you ? "
" Yes, please, ma'am."
" Then just ask," said Teacher, much
gratified. " Don't be afraid. What do
you want to know ? "
"Please, ma'am," said Thomas, "I
want to know how to do a lion."
The World's Workers.
"Wanted Another, to work round the
coast with a telescope." — Advt. in " Star."
" A remarkable feature is that this affair is
about the fifth unsuccessful attempt against
Li-Yuan-Hung, proving that something is
radically wrong." — Daily Telegraph,
If a meeting can be arranged, our con-
temporary is prepared to explain this
sentence to Li- YUAN-HUNG.
From a little book of recipes : —
"RECIPES.
Cnt\t of bread soaked in ' Glaxo.'
•Glaxo.'
Hard Crust.
Dip crust in ' Glaxo ' and give child to suck."
We shall have to put our French chef
on to this.
"The now spring styles are so varied that
no one can fail to obtain a hat that will not
suit them." — Rochdale Observer.
We have noticed several about.
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PUNCH, OR THE LONDON_CHARIVARL
[Amir, 23, 1913.
AT THE PLAY.
MB. FOBBES-EOBERTSON'S FAREWELL
SEASON.
IT is established that JULIUS CJESAR,
besides being a bit of a soldier, wrote
elementary Latin prose for the use of
preparatory schools. But neither of
these .accomplishments could ever make
him an adequate mouthpiece, on the
stage, for .the philosophy of Mr.
BERNARD SHAW; and the author of
Ccesdr and Cleopatra, with his notorious
flair for the right medium, recognised
the Triumvir's limitations. Later, on
looking through his original version, he
seems to have felt that this defect in
his protagonist was a source of weak-
ness in the play ; that, though Brittanus
threw .off a certain amount of easy
satire on the future inhabitants of the
barbarous island that he came from,
there -was not enough of SHAW in it.
So he has introduced a prologue (pur-
porting to be the utterance of the god
Ea) which is a sort of sketchy upper-
fifth-form lesson on the history of the
period, punctuated with ridicule of the
Philistines on the other side of the
footlights. Only gods and school-
masters can do these things, knowing
full well that the rules won't let you
answer them back.
It is the old posture. Mr. SHAW still
stands on his head as depicted by Mr.
MAXBEEBBOHM on revisiting the haunts
of his early manhood. For the rest, the
play remains an audacious medley of
mock-historical comedy, farce, panto-
mime and melodrama. There is the old
lighthearted disregard of facts — as in
Ccesar's paternal and ascetic attitude
to the girl Cleopatra ; there is the old
blend of laughter and blood — as in the
horror, which is not tragedy, of
Ftatateeta's death, when, after
affording an interminable lot of
fun to the author (if not to us)
in the matter of her name, she
has her throat slit before CcBsar
lias got the hang of it. All the
same the play keeps the freshness
of its frivolous improbability,
though I doubt if anybody but
Mr. FORBES -EoBERTSQN — and
he only on a farewell course —
could have filled Di'ury Lane
for so slight a spectacle.
Though he made no attempt
to disguise his sad lack of bald-
ness (non Ccesaris ilia ccesaries)
he somehow always looked the
part. His vein is, of course, a
high seriousness, but he brought
a very light touch to the treat-
ment of Ccesar's mood of holiday
excursion. Miss GERTBUDE
-T-, , . ,, ,. Mmsie (Miss GERTBUDE ELLIOTT) to
ELLIOTT was best m the earlier FORBES-ROBERTSON). "Dickie, I 'm the
part, where Cleopatra is just a haven't even changed my hair 1 "
scared little flapper; when the savage
in her came out, Miss ELLIOTT had no
more use for her unstated girlishness.
Of the minor characters, Mr! IAN
EOHEBTSON was pleasantly solemn in
the part of Brittanus; Mr. COOKSON
gave a note of distinction to the royal
tutor, Theodotus; Mr. SCOTT-GATTY
The great god Bernard Ra-ra Shaw.
was a brave and buoyant Apoltodorus ;
and Mr. LACY as the ranker Rufio was
at least robust. I should have liked
a lot more of little Ptolemy, though
I missed Master TONGE in that de-
lightful prompted speech of the boy-
king. Over the others, as over the
scenery, I draw a veil of genial reticence.
The Light that Failed serves the
purpose — if no other — of proving Mr.
FoEBES-EoBERTSON's versatility. Sober
or drunk, seeing or blind, in love or in
despair, he was equally persuasive. Of
:ourse, his chances were a little too
easy. Drunkenness is always popular
on the English stage, and blindness
never misses its appeal.
It was curious how, in the super-
fluous prologue where Dick has his
preliminary spell of blindness, the band-
age on his eyes and the covering on
his crown seemed to make Mr. FORBES-
EOBEETSON'S golden voice unrecog-
nisable. It seems as if the magic of
his tones is dependent upon an exposure
of the top half of his head.
The tragic ending of Mr. KIPLING'S
original version has been modified. It
is no longer The Light that Failed, it
is The Darkness that Succeeded, or
rather it would have been if Maisie's
love for him had come about through
Dick's loss of sight. But apparently
her change of heart occurs before she
learns of his tragedy ; and we are led
vaguely to suspect that she was pro-
posing in any case to fall back upon
love as a solace for her art that had
failed. Whatever her motive, poor Dick
was happily too blind to see through it.
Miss GERTBUDE ELLIOTT made the
best of the rather unsympathetic part
of Maisic. But the strongest support
came from Mr. AUBREY SMITH as
Torpenhow. His solid presence, as
always, was a steady source of confi-
dence. Miss OLIVE EICHAEDSON as
Bessie was sufficiently vicious ; the
trouble was to discover the charm in
her that attracted Torpenhoiv. Miss
ADELINE BOUBNE did more than justice
to her anonymous description as The
Bed-haired Girl. The vermilion of her
wig would have abashed a flamingo.
Mr.
Dick Ileldar (Mr.
same ilaisie I I
SCOTT-GATTY as Cassavetti once
more shone among an indifferent
lot of supernumeraries, of whom
the stodgy and sonorous Mr.
PERCY EHODES (Nilghai) was
perhaps the least excusable.
I understand that Signer
PUCCINI came all the way from
Pisa to see Mr. FOHBES-EOBERT-
SON in this play, the actor's
engagements making it im-
possible for him to study the
musician's convenience anc
appear in Tuscany. If the
composer of La Fanciulla de>
West shared the feelings of the
popular element in Mr. FOEBES
EOBERTSON'S audience he was
well rewarded for his exertions
Dare we hope that in The Ligh
that Failed he will find the
stuff for an opera (Eiccanlo ii
Eijittot) and that we shal
presently be whistling tin
Italian for " What Maisie
Knew " ? 0. S.
APRIL 23, 1913.]
PUNCH, OR THE LONDON CHARIVARI.
331
Sergeant-Instructor (to recruit who is struggling to unfix bayonet long after the movement is finished). "Now THEN! WHY CAX'T
YOU DEPRESS THE BOLT-STUD AND GET THAT BLADE AWAY?" EeCTUlt. " AH *VE GOT A GAMMY THOOMB, SEBOINT." *
Sergeant-Instructor. "GAMMY THUMB! THB BEST o' THB SQUAD AIN'T GOT GAMMY THUMBS, HAS THEY? You DON'T EXPECT
THB ABJMY TO ALLOW YOU LUXURIES THE BEST o' THB MEN AIN'T GOT, DO YOD?"
OUR BOOKING-OFFICE.
(By Mr. Punch's Staff of Learned Clerks.)
THERE are parts of Stella Maris (JoHN LANE) that show
the art of Mr. W. J. LOCKE at its very best — delicate,
tender, high-fantastical. There are also parts in which it
might almost be classed with the melodrama of commerce,
and others that come dangerously near the simply senti-
mental. Take him for all in all, however, Mr. LOCKE can
blend a mixture of romance and realism more nicely than
perhaps any other living writer ; and the result, if unequal,
is delightfully stimulating. Moreover, Stella Maris has the
advantage of two excellent and unhackneyed ideas. On the
one hand, Stella herself, the seemingly hopeless invalid,
into the dream-life of whose guarded room no idea of pain
or sorrow is allowed to penetrate — restore such a being to
everyday life, plunge her, a woman in years, less than a child
in experience, into the battle of realities, and what will
happen ? This is one, the more beautiful, of the two motives
of the book. The other concerns a man who, married in
name only to a human horror whose cruelty to a child-
servant has resulted in public scandal and imprisonment,
himself adopts the victim in an effort at reparation. What
came of this experiment of John Eisca with the little drudge
Unity ; how he and Walter Herold, the actor, both loved
and tended Stella, at first with the passionate pity of strong
men towards a suffering child, later with another kind of
passion, and which of them won her in the end, all this
you shall find out. On the last point I was myself in
doubt — a rare experience — up to the very page that settled
the matter. On the whole, a charming and moving story,
told in a style that at times rises to actual beauty. I make
Mr. LOCKE my felicitations and thanks.
Miss MARGARET WATSON purports to write of village life,
but if she should cast her mind back over the events of her
story, His Dear Desire (SMITH, ELDER), she must herself be
astounded at their number and magnitude. Most of the
villagers were at one time or another on the verge of sudden
death, and one at least of them succumbed to it. Another
was the victim of violent dipsomania ; a third was guilty of,
among other things, embezzlement; a fourth was appre-
hended for a supposed murder, and of the others those
who were not put in jeopardy by the fire at the Hall
were involved in the financial crash of a local Building
Society. Hardly a day passed in Clayford and the neigh-
bourhood but an incident occurred which would have
engaged the best part of the attention of the British press,
and yet the inhabitants were with it all the most simple
and unsophisticated people in the world. These weighty
affairs, mark you, were but side issues, briefly noticed and
contrived merely to demonstrate character ; the central plot
was quite other and consisted in the love of Emily Dormer for
the dipsomaniac, the passion of the pseudo-murderer for his
mill, and the pervading and prevailing humanity of Panon
Power, matters much less stupendous but much more con-
vincing. The truth is that Miss WATSON has done excellently
with her village but gone all wrong with its life. She has
done what so many amateurs, if I may use that expression
without offence, do ; she has studied life as it is, and life
as it is depicted in the lower grade novel, contemporaneously,
and has got the two mixed up. This has proved unfortunate
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PUNCH, OR THE LONDON CHARIVARI.
[APRIL 23, 1913.
I liave been unable to dis-
but not, I am glad to say, fatal. If the constant recurrence
of the incredible tends to destroy the charm of a very human
book, it does not wholly succeed. Some country folk emerge
from the turmoil unscathed and delightfully unspoilt.
I am positively appalled by the number of young men
who appear to be going about in contemporary fiction
paying what seem honourable addresses to heroines, only
for these distressed damsel? to discover in the next chapter
the existence of insane wives. The thing seems to be
becoming an obsession with our novelists ; and the latest
victim is Miss ISABEL SMITH, whoso Nevertheless (ALSTON
RIVERS) tells it all over again; not badly, but hardly well
enough to invest so worn a theme with any special interest.
By the way, why Nevertheless,
cover; the tale might just
as well have been called
But, or Well, well, or (and
with some excuse in the
behaviour of the chief
characters) Tut-tut. These
protagonists are Sara Gale
and one Martc!, fellow-
inmates of an old suburban
mansion turned into a kind
of boarding-house. Because
Martel had a clear-cut pro-
file, no manners, and a
general way of wiping the
ground with his female
society, Sara (who was
evidently a disciple of Jane
Eyre) loved him. So she
really need not have been
so much astonished to hear
of the lunatic wife, as afore-
said. But she was. Then |
of course Martel asked her
not to. mind about man-
made laws, and Sara,, after
holding out till almost the
end of the book (even en-
during the horrors of an
evangelical boarding-house
at Eastbourne, described by
the author with much zest)
surrendered and went to
Martel 's rooms — only to
find him reading a wire from
the lunatic asylum to say
make your flesh creep," I felt that I understood how white
men can die of too much tropical Asia, and how it is not
only natives that sometimes are driven to run amok and to
cast off the shackles of officialdom and civilization, and
become just their revengeful, cruel, savage, primitive selves.
But that is only because they are affected by their environ-
ment, which is gradually being changed for the better by
the self-sacrifice of these very men. Some day the bad old
past will have gone altogether, to the great advantage of
all concerned. And meanwhile it has given us Malayan
Monochromes.
Although I have not read a vast majority of the fifty or
sixty books that stand to the credit of " KATHARINE TYNAN,"
I make bold to say that none of them can be more fragrant
than Mrs. Pratt of Paradise
Farm (SMITH, ELDER). The
farm possessed a garden of
the lavender - sweet - pea -
rosemary kind, a splendid
view, old furniture— in fact,
everything that mortal man
could want, except a bath-
room. And then — crown-
ing- point of all — it con-
tained Mrs. Pratt herself.
It is true that this jewel of
a woman had been accused
of poisoning her husband,
but you had only to look at
her to know that she could
never have killed a mouse.
Apparently her neighbours
had. refrained from looking
,at her, for they deemed that
she had left the court with
a considerable stain upon
: her . character. So poor
Mrs. Pratt sufferad acutely
until a young man and his
wife suddenly turned up
and asked for lodgings ; and
afterwards she loved, this
mysterious couple so much
that she did not even worry
about unpaid bills. I am
, grateful to Mrs. HIXKSON
ABSCONDING CASHIER HAS THE MISFOBTUNE TO EXCOUXTEB ANOTHER for ^V'l? UP the cudgels
LIGHTNING STRIKE — " DOWN RAZORS.
what you will have already guessed. I feel that the moral
is a little ambiguous, but at least the story is enabled to
end as such things should. I wish Miss. SMITH had found
a better employment for her obvious gift of character-
drawing.
My salaams to Sir HUGH CLIFFORD. He.has lived a good
part of his life in the Straits Settlements, and knows a thing
or two about them. As a writer he has the true " Maga "
touch, which is often, I think, at its strongest when it
draws, for us stay-at-homes, the lives and thoughts of the
dark-skinned races at the outposts of the Empire. In his
Malayan Monochromes (JOHN MURRAY) the shadows are as
dark as REMBKANDT would have painted them, as dense as
the impenetrable forests of the Peninsula. For his high
lights he uses only the warm red of blood, that turns black
almost as soon as it is shed, whether it has flowed in
Malayan or English veins. As I read his stories, es-
pecially fascinating when, like the Fat Boy, they " wants to
on behalf of a class that
— is too often derided and
am afraid that landladies in
scoffed at in fiction ; but I
general will not share my gratitude. It would be an
appalling misfortune for them if Mrs. Pratt should bo cast
in their teeth when they present their overdue accounts.
Cookery Note. '
Sir RALPH PAYNE-GALLWEY'S book, " High Pheasants
in Theory and Practice," is announced for publication!
For eating purposes we prefer them in theory.
From a letter to The Barbados Advocate :—
" Roads constructed of Tarvia are not subject to the dust nuisance
caused to pedestrians over which motor cars run."
From our new Barbados romance : " ' Confound the dust,'
said Clarence, as he wiped a 24-30 Panthard off his chest
and rose to his feet. 'That's the third car that has been
over me to-day. At this rate my collar will be ruined by
Saturday.' "
AI-IUL 30, 1913.]
PUNCH, OR THE LONDON CHARIVARI.
333
CHARIVARIA.
THE new Navy airship from Franco ing a bunch of bananas from Jamaica
has been arriving in sections, which the other day, ho was startled by a
are now being fitted together at Earn- snake three feet long darting from the
borough. Tliis is a reversal of our fruit. " The reptile was captured," the
policy in regard to our previous airship, account tells us, "and is being pre-
whic'h, it will bo remembered, arrived ; served." After this we shall eat our
While an employee of a firm of
wholesale fruiterers at Cardiff was open- 1 HOME THOUGHTS OF ABROAD.
["On his back in a gondola, a pipe in his
mouth as usual, gazing skywards." — 1'iiiero.]
WITH all respect to old B. B.
My own especial springtime prayer
Is, " Oh, to be in Italy
hero complete, but was
resolved into pieces.
subsequently
banana preserves with caution.
* *
We bear that the real reason why
Mr. LAMBERT, for the Admiralty, has the price of The Times is being reducad
assured a questioner that adequate to twopence is to enable the threepenny
measures will be taken to protect our! public to take in The Daily Mail and
dockyards and arsenals from aerial The Daily Mirror as well.
attack. We understand that awnings
have already been commissioned.
& #
The Nancy incident has been settled
satisfactorily. Various local officials
have been reprimanded,
and Princess VICTORIA
LTISE'S dress is to be
made from a Paris
model. ,.. ...
Some details have
boon published of our
new Cunarder. She is,
wo are told, 901 feet
long, and 97 feet broad.
This means that both
the tallest man and the
fat lest man will be able
to lie down without
being inconveniently
cramped. ,
.,, ,,.
=:-.
A Bill has been in-
troduced into the House
to make the giving of
characters to employees
compulsory. In the
view of some of the
Labour Members, how-
ever, the proposed
measure does not go far enough, as it
does riot insist that the characters must
be good ones. # +
Poor Mr. LLOYD GEOEGE ! The Oppo-
sition papers were just as sniffy at
his promise of no further taxes as if
he had imposed a number of fresh ones.
" There 's no pleasing "em," he says.
A new scheme by which insured
persons may obtain medical benefits
while on holiday has been arranged
by the Insurance Commissioners. So
nobody now need fear that his holiday
may be spoilt by his having to keep
V
The London County Council has
decided to purchase a dictating machine
at a cost of £52. This compares
favourably with the price the Govern-
ment pays for its dictator.
The Grand Ducal Council of Meck-
lenberg has passed a Bill imposing a
twenty-five per cent, increase of taxes
on all bachelors above the age of thirty.
Waiter. "WHAT CAN I GET YOU, SIB?"
The Epicure. " OH, I SUPPOSE I 'LL HAVE ONE OP YOUP. GHASTLY DINNERS ! '
This should be something of an answer
to those women who declare that their
interests are neglected because they do
not possess a vote.
* *
£
The proposal of Mr. Justice BANKES
that malignant Suffragettes shall be
sent on a voyage round the world has
fallen through in consequence of strong
representations by the world.
Two opinions of Venus at Covent
Garden — showing how difficult it is to
satisfy everybody : —
" She wore what was for a Wagner opera an
almost daring dress of thin gauzy material with
a slit from the left ankle." — Daily Mirror.
' ' Though no one would advocate too realistic
a costume for Venus, it is hardly necessary to
make the goddess look like an abbess."
Daily News,
We shall hope to meet an abbess one of
these days.
In Venice— now that April 's there 1 "
To hear the hollow-sounding cry
The swart barcaiiiolo calls
At sudden corners, gliding by
The old wistaria-trailing walls !
' . 4
With Federico rowing stroke,
And Carlo chipping in at bovr,
And I, beneath tobacco smoke,
Lying at ease — just anyhow.
Dear little rios, crooked, quaint,
By little calle bridges spanned !
Dear crumbling niches
where some Saint,
Some long-neglected
Virgin, stand 1
Josurum lace, Murano's
glass
My pilgrim spirit
lightly spurns,
And so the saying shall
not pass
That " Venicospends
what London
earns."
Hero is a vista opening
out,
And here's the Grand
Canal at last.
Carlo will show the
sights, no doubt,
As " past we glide,
and past, and
past."
Ho names the things
one always sees :
" Ecco, Signor ! Eialto — si !'9'
Ah, mention every palace, please ;
Go on, old chap ; moslratemi —
Mostratemi the one I love —
I think I see it, gliding by —
Where BOBEKT BROWNING (see above),
0 fortunatum, chose to die I
" Wholesale pill-box outrages were dis-
covered in Glasgow early this afternoon."
Bristol Evening News.
Our best Beauchamp has been abducted.
1 ' The servicos o£ Mr. Griesson Landscape
Gardner, of Agra, have been placed at the
disposal of the Chief Commissioner of Delhi."
Statesman.
Our congratulations to Mr. G. L.
Gardner. He does credit to the family.
" Possessing a speed of 23 knots, the
Aquitania will have 4,250 boats, to accom-
modate passengers and crew." — Lloyd's News.
" One man, one boat " at last t
334
PUNCH, OR THE LONDON CHARIVARI.
[APRIL 30, 1913.
BACHELOR CHAMBERS.
(By one in search of the perfect hermitage.)
MY tastes are modest and my needs are small :—
Three bright and lofty chambers (parquet floor),
Each thirty feet or so by twenty-four,
With bathroom (entered from an airy hall)
Where hot and cold habitually run ;
And such a set of aspects that the sun
Laves me in light the whole day long. That 's all.
They must be central— somewhere like Pall Mall ;
In touch with London's throbbing heart, or hub,
And fairly near the Athensoum Club
And restaurants ; yet silent as a well,
For here no taxi-hooters must intnoxto
To jar upon the meditative mood
Or operate against the Muse's^pell.
For service — just one handmaid, nice and neat ;
A valet, soft of foot ; a chef of wits
For homely dinners based upon the Eitz ;
And, at his post abutting on the street,
A liveried page to brush me for the Park,
Vigilant of my TJvants, yet slow to mark
What ladies most affect my fair retreat.
The outlook (need I add ?) should be on trees;
And for inclusive rent I 'd 'gladly pay .
Full Garden City prices. I should say
There must be many men with tastes like these
All round St, James's — men without a wife
And wedded solely to the Simple Life ;
And yet the agents find me hard to please ! O. S.
THE BURNING QUESTION. .. •
SHOULD smoking be allowed in the auditorium of
theatres ? That is the question which is agitating London,
Sir ARTHUR WING PINEEO and Mr. SHAW.
Sir SIDNEY LEE writes : Sir ARTHUR PINERO'S suggestion
entails merely a return to a fine old- custom. Smoking in
theatres, like 'Polar exploration, was a common Elizabethan
practice. Personally I am with SHAKSPEARE in preferring
the aroma of tobacco to the perfume of asphyxiated flowers
which generally fills the air of the stalls. As the Swan
said, '"Lilies that fester smell far worse than weeds."
Mr. HAMMEHSTEIN writes : I am convinced that my failure
to run opera in London was due to my omission to supply
tobacco in the auditorium. If I had 'my time over again
and attempted once more to popularise good music I should
inscribe above the proscenium the "Virgilian motto, Ludere
calamo agresti (which, I am told, may be translated, " To
amuse oneself with the rustic pipe"), and I would present
every member of my audience with a high-class Clay (a
Churchwarden, not a Henry).
Mr. BERNARD SHAW writes : I am strongly in favour of
smoking in theatres. I recently implored my audience
not to laugh at me, and a pipe or a cigar between their
lips would probably stop their hilarity far more effectually
than anything I could say.
Mr. GORDON CRAIG writes : I am quite indifferent on thi
subject. Nothing that could happen in any ordinary-
theatre nowadays could possibly have a deteriorating effect
on the Drama.
Dr. SALEEBY writes : The ideal conditions for smoking
are exactly those which obtain in the modern theatre. The
body should be at ease and the mind at rest. Any intellectual
jffort at once diverts the nicotinous juices from their
mission (which in these ideal circumstances they accomplish)
of correcting the tendency of the hypercutaneous corpuscles
;owards excessive excoriation.
Mr. P. A. VAILE writes : The only objection I have to
smoking in theatres or elsewhere is that not one man in
a hundred and not one woman in a thousand knows how
io do it. From his earliest childhood the Englishman is
taught to smoke on principles which are scientifically
unsound. In addressing the pipe, for instance, the pressure
for the in-draught should be applied upwards from the
chin, and that for the out-draught downwards from the
nose, the head being kept rigid and the neck being used as
a pivot to counteract ..op-spin. In practioo all professional
smokers do this, but they are unaware of it, and in
teaching they advise exactly the opposite. Messrs.
Glamon and Suckstein (who, by the way, are strong
supporters of smoking in theatres) recently tested this
under my direction with a specially devised quick-firing
pneumatic hookah fitted with ball-bearings.
Mrs. ELLA WHEELER WILCOX distils the essence of sanity
in the following illuminating quatrain : —
The man who cannot concentrate his mind
Upon the dramas of the BARD OF AVON
Without reliance upon Nicotine, you '11 find
Is probably an intellectual craven.
LITTLE TICH says: I am all in favour of people smoking
so long as they confine themselves to Little Tichinopolies."
Mr. CHIOZZA MONEY pronounces strongly against tobacco
in theatres on economic grounds. The money wasted on
cigarettes alone by the youth of the country would, he
maintains, be sufficient to defray the additional cost of iixing
the starting age of old age pensions at 65 instead of 70.
Mr. MASTERMAN, on the other hand, has the greatest
belief in tobacco as promoting equanimity and diffusing
an atmosphere of placid contentment so desirable in an
audience. He continues, "I do not think lam violating
any pledge of secrecy when I say that, had it not been for
the demands of National Defence, the CHANCELLOR OF THE
EXCHEQUER would have made provision in his Budget for
the supplying of free cigarettes to all occupants of the pit
and gallery in our theatres."
Mr. ALFRED AUSTIN writes-: I can endure tobacco in
Veronica's green-house, but not in the theatre. As a great
poet remarks : —
" It is the most malevolent of deeds
To choke fine flowers of speech with noxious weeds."
Mr. J. M. BAHRIE : I express no gpinion beyond this—
that if smoking is permitted the tobacco must be the right
brand. You know quite well which it is.
Mr. ALFRED BUTT : I like to see the audience in full blast
when PAVLOVA dances, but it would give me little pleasure
to witness a similarly contented body of persons at a musical
comedy.
Psychic communication with certain of the illustrious
dead having been set up — we will not say how, but possibly
through the agency of the Elysian Marconi Company
(shares not yet on the market) — the following opinions on
the great questions have been elicited: —
Sir WALTER KAL^IGH : The notion takes me. If it be
good (as I hold) to drink tobacco, then is it good to drink
it wherever you may be. Moreover, there are, I am told,
certain plays and players that would be rendered more
decent if a cloud of Virginia intervened between ye spectator
and ye stage.
THE DUKE OF WELLINGTON : Smoke and be .
PUNCH, OB THE LONDON CHARIVARI.— APRIL 30, 1913.
A FEATHER FOE HIS CAP.
THE VICTOR OF SKUTARI (to Austria). " OF COURSE YOU CAN MAKE ME PUT YOUR TAIL-
FEATHER BACK AGAIN, BUT IT'LL NEVER FEEL QUITE THE SAME."
APRIL 30, 1913.]
PUNCH, OR THE LONDON CHARIVARI.
337
Motlier. "WELL, DEARS, DID YOU MEET ANYONE YOU KNEW?"
'The Three Children (who Jtave just returned from their morning wall;). "Yns; RUKY AND DEREK."
Mother. " WHERE DID YOU MEET THEM?" Barbara (the youngest). " AT THE SAME PLACE AS WE WAS."
. THE BETTER WAY;
ou, WORDS TO A WATCHMONGEB.
MERLIN, the horologe has stopped again ;
Clasping his hands as if about to pray,
But not, I think, with any kind of pain,
At noon the little fellow slipped away.
Please take him back,
But do not say, " Tut, tut, a nasty crack ; "
Because he had none. Of your guidance lorn,
Faint for the loving hand that soothed and nursed,
His spirit to the shadowy realm was borne
The fifth time, I believe, since Jan. the first ;
And every swound
Meant cash to you ; your black arts brought him round.
That little flower-like face, that poor pale ghost,
How often have I looked and yearned to him ;
Yet always ho preferred you as a host,
Always, deprived of you, his voice grew dim.
He pined" for you ;
Take him, and tell me, Merlin, was it " flu " ?
Toy with the curly hair-spring of my pet
And smile the old smile that he understands,
And put the dice-box in your eye and set
In motion once again the fluttering hands ;
Poke him about
And prod his works up ; give him malt and stout ;
But never more return him. Let him be
Here at the very hub of temporal power
And hearken to his friends eternally,
And know what trustful glances, hour by hour,
On you they fix,
Following your will like sheep — with strong calm ticks.
And now and then I will return and sit
And nurse him for a moment in your shop,
And ask him how he is and if he 's fit,
And turn the little screw round at the top,
And muse anon
On those wild times we had in brave years gone.
And if you like it, Merlin, when I come,
For food and lodging and for oil and wraps
I will disburse to you a trifling sum ;
And, thank you, now you mention it, perhaps
You too might make
Some gift to soothe my dole. Ten bob I '11 take.
EVOE.
" The bridegroom spoke out manfully in promise of his share, and,
what is especially noteworthy in these day* of rebellious femininity,
the bride did not fumble with the plain direct affirmative ' I will '
when she was asked whether she would love, honour, and — obey."
Pall Mall Gazelle.
The writer must go to another wedding and follow the
service a little more closely ; then he will understand why
the bride didn't.
338
PUNCH, OR THE LONDON CHARIVAR^
[ArniL 30, 1913.
Seeing that the most knowledgeable , way she crammed her first figure (0)
EXCESS OF CAUTION. mail was going to win, it was unthink- ] up against the "£" was positively cruel,
I LOVE Penelope. Robertson loves able that I should confess ignorance. und there was Robertson scoring smile
Penelope. For the moment I cannot . " Some say one thing," I answered, ; after smile for his advices: a smile for
think of anybody who« does not love \ " and some another. It is a hint to , the crossing, a smile for the " &
Penelope, except perhaps the Vicar; the Banker who is going to cash it, and ! Co.," a smile for the "Not Negotiable"
and he only dislikes her professionally, ' I myself incline to the view that it < and almost an embrace for the " A/G
because she will not give such assist- means, 'If you haven't got the money Payee." At last in despair I left her
ance as ho thinks she ought to his in stock write to the makers at once '~iL~ :- 4
Even her father for some more.' "
Robertson was defeating her father
charitable enterprises,
loves Penelope, although he doesn't
show it. At this time, however, Pene- meanwhile, so the latter diverted his
lope herself loved nothing on
earth except her new cheque-
book, her very first.
After dinner, we three men
hurried through with our to-
bacco and gathered in the
drawingn-oom -for the Opening
Ceremony. Penelope provided
herself with a new nib and a
piece of virgin blotting-paper
and asked for our advice, as men
of the world, how she ought to
begin.
"Read the instructions on the
bottle," said I. " Just inside
the cover you will find some-
thing about keeping in a cool,
dry place. . . ."
" Safe place," corrected Pene-
lope, taking the matter very
seriously. "What is the date? "
No one knew it, and Robert-
son, trying to show off, said that
any date would do.
" Provided," said Penelope's
father, who prides himself on
his general knowledge and looks
very wisely over the top of his
spectacles when he utters it —
"provided it isn't a Sunday."
Thereupon Robertson was de-
servedly forced into a legal
argument with the father and
I was left in possession of the
daughter.
"What do I write next?"
asked_,Penelope.
" Somebody's name," said I.
"But whose?"
father in the very middle of his " on
the other hand " (the fifth of them)
and picked up the cheque.
" Goodness," I said contemptuously,
" if I hadn't examined this
before you parted with it you
might have been the easy vic-
tim of the most stupendous
fraud of the century. You have
actually been allowed to leave
out the "only."
" Pay the Ilcvd. Henry Bum-
pus or Order the. num of Ten
Shillings and Sixpence only,"
was the final form of herw in-
struction, for even her father
could not argue that that \vas
illegal, and even Robertson had
to admit that it was done
sometimes in business. She
replied haughtily that business
was business, gave him a look,'
blotted the cheque and thanked
me for my help.
And that is how I lost Pene-
lope.
£ -',' & •'.'
Our Vicar does not often say
sharp words, but when he does
he makes you wish you were
different and blame whoever led
you astray. "Received," lie
wrote, by return, on the printed
form of receipt of the Amal-
gamated Diocesan Charities
Fund — "received of Miss Pene-
lope Penbridge the sum of Ten
Shillings and Sixpence only."
That was a stiff question even
for a financial expert. But love
inspires, and I suggested, that the Great
Event might be suitably celebrated by
a gift to a local charity. " Besides,"
I argued, " it ..will propitiate the
Vicar." At 'first Penelope was hor-
GOING TO THE DOGS.
Il IS VERT GRATIFYING TO MR. PUNCH TO OBSERVE THAT
THE LATEST FASHION IN HATS IS IDENTICAL WITH THAT WHICH
HAS SO LONG GRACED HIS IMMORTAL DOG TOBY ON THE COVER.
argumentative faculties to my last pro-
position and took up with me. I tried
to involve Robertson in this argument
also, but he was unscrupulous enough
to admit that he was in the wrong
nfaed. at the suggestion, supposing I about the Sundays and to agree in
that cheques could only be written | advance with all that Penelope's father
for large jsums of; money; butr when had to say about the "or order." I
was thus left in the parent's toils and
I assured
minimum,
her
she
that
said
there was
she wanted
no
to
tenant
A LONG MEMORY.
THE Post Office never forgets.
In our block of flats tenants
come and go. The landlord
barely remembers the last
The tradespeople have for-
Penelope to Robertson's
get on the right side of the Vicar and ! too tender mercies:
put his name in.
gotten utterly. The gas-collector lets
him pass from his memory. The Post
Office never.
" In some corner of its great heart it
keeps, green the memory of all its
children. Out of its boundless store it
sends them missives — to each according
to his taste.
tender, his They come home— letters to the
ghosts of former tenants. They lie
Penelope was insistent that her first ! about till I drop them regretfully in
" What do they mean by 'or order'? " : cheque should be impregnable and had | the fire.
asked she, going through it step-by-
step and being very determined to run
no risks or be had in any way.
clearly promised herself that no pre-
caution, used by the best English
cheque-writers, should be omitted. The
I know each ghost so well. Bale
and Ball were bachelors, drawn together
by a subtle sympathy due to alliterative
Ami, 30, 1913.]
PUNCH, OR THE LONDON CHARIVARI.
339
DOMESTICATED RAG-TIME.
nomenclature. When the holidays
camo they fled together to the sea-side.
Gay and debonair, .they were known
to every landlady on the South Coast.
The Post Office— father of us all— still
pleads with them to come back to
the neglected boarding-houses. At
Christmas it offers charades at Margate.
At Midsummer it reminds them that
there are bathrooms and motor-garages
at Brighton and Bournemouth.
Quest and his sister, Miss Quest,
were devoted to railway shares and to
each other. I think- — though of this I
am not sure — that they were twins.
If Quest bought a share in the Cale-
donian, his sister went round next day
and bought another. Once Quest was
persuaded by a friend to buy a share in
a furniture company. Loyal to the
core, Miss Quest resolved that they
should flourish or perish together. She
ul^o bought a share. They, were not
mined, but they were disappointed.
Afterwards they stuck to railways. •
The Post Office has never forgotten
their passionate attachment. It often
sends them letters— always in pairs.
The letters are exactly alike inside and
out, save for the names—" Miss Quest,"
"Septimus Quest, -Esq." • Usually they
arc fascinating documents, all about
railways. But sometimes there is a
sly little dig about that adventure in
furniture.
There were four of the Nicklins.
Mrs. Nicklin was colourless. She was
overshadowed by her children. Even
the Post Office is vague about her. It
hesitates between " Mrs." and " Mr. or
Mrs."
Young Nicklin, known in the Pest
Office as " James S. Nicklin, Esq." —
" Sammy," to his friends — was a dandy.
He was very particular (I gather) about
his clothes. His hair was resplendent
but getting a little thin. His friends
must have twitted him, I think, about
a slight tendency to corpulence, and in
all probability he was greatly annoyed
about this. The Post Office sends him
occasional copies of " Men's Wear,"
and bright little booklets about hair
preparations. It implores him — ma-
licious old jester — to try a physical
culture school.
Miss Nicklin went about with her
father. Her brother was too busy to
worry about her. They were very keen
about literary societies, especially those
with a Celtic fringe. The Post Office,
with its usual good feeling, always
addresses them conjointly as " Mr. and
Miss Nicklin."
. There are other ghosts. Symons was
on intimate terms with His Majesty's
Government. The Post Office speaks
of him respectfully as "O.H.M.S."
Miss Clauston once went to an evening
class. The Post Offic3 knows this and
never ceases to regret that she didn't
keep it up. It remembers too the
penny packet of nasturtium seeds that
her brother bought, heaven knows
how many years ago. It sends him a
reminder every year. Occasionally it
sends a sports catalogue to " Master
Pottle." He may be married now with
a boy of his own, but the Post Office
clings affectionately to the memory of
the sturdy young rascal it once knew.
It remembers the fads and tastes of
everyone — of Miss Green who liked
sherry, and J. Brown, Esq., who in-
clined to Irish whiskey ; of Miss Black
who adored sale lists, and Mr. White
who preferred book catalogues.
Some day I shall leave this flat.
For a week or two the landlord will
vaguely regret " a good tenant " — and
then ho will forget. The milkman will
cease to recall my habits. The book-
binder will think no more of my end-
papers and about not sprinkling the
edges.
But I know — and there is comfort in
the thought — that when all others have
forgotten, the Post Office will remember.
" WEST— SMITH.— On April 14th, at St.
Peter's Collegiate Church, Ethel, third daugh-
ter of Mr. and Mrs. Howard Jones, to Ruben
Edmund, youngest son of William West."
Midland Evening News,
A nasty shock for Miss SMITH.
340
PUNCH, OR THE LONDON CHARIVARI.
[Arair, 30, 1913.
GETTING MARRIED.
II. — FURNISHING.
" BY the way," said Celia suddenly
" what have you done about the
fixtures ? "
" Nothing," I replied truthfully.
" Well, we must do something about
them."
" Yes. My solicitor — he shall do
something about them. Don't let '&
talk about them now. I 've only got
three hours more with you, and then 1
must dash back to my work."
I must say that any mention of
fixtures has always bored me intensely.
When it was a matter of getting a
house to live in I was all energy. As
soon as' Celia had found it, I put my
solicitor on to it ; and within a month
I had signed my name in two places,
and 'was the owner of a highly resi-
dential flat in the best part of the
neighbourhood. But my effort so
exhausted me that I have felt utterly
unable since to cope with the question
of the curtain-rod in the bath-room or
whatever it is that Celia means by
fixtures. These things will arrange
themselves somehow, I feel confident.
Meanwhile the decorators are hard
at work. A thrill of pride inflates me
when I think of the decorators at
work. I don't know how they got
there ; I suppose I must have ordered
them. Celia says that she ordered
them and chose all the papers herself,
and that all I did was to say that the
papers she had chosen were very
pretty ; but this doesn't sound like me
in the least. I am convinced that I
was the man of action when it came to
ordering decorators.
" And now," said Celia one day, " we
can go and choose the electric-light
fittings."
"Celia," I said in admiration, "you 're
a wonderful person. I should have
forgotten all about them."
" Why, they 're about the most im-
portant thing in the flat."
" Somehow I never .regarded any-
body as choosing them. I thought
they just grew in the wall. From
bulbs."
When we got into the shop Celia
became businesslike at once.
" We 'd better start with the hall,"
she told the man.
"Everybody else will have to," I
said, " so we may as well."
" What sort of a light did you want
there? " he asked.
" A strong one," I said ; " so as to be
able to watch our guests carefully when
they pass the umbrella stand."
Celia waved me away and explained
that we wanted a hanging lantern.
It appeared that this shop made a
speciality not so much of the voltage
as of the lamps enclosing it.
•" How do you like that? " asked the
man, pointing to a magnificent affair
in brass. He wandered off to a switch
and turned it on.
"Dare you ask him the price?" I
asked Celia. " It looks to me about a
thousand pounds. If it is, say that
you don't like the style. Don't let him
think we can't afford it."
" Yes," said Celia, in a careless sort
of way. " I 'm not sure that I care
about that. How much is it ? "
" Two pounds."
I was not going to show my relief.
"Without the light, of course ? " I said
disparagingly.
" How do you think it would look in
the hall ? " said Celia to me.
" I think our guests would be en-
couraged to proceed. They 'd see that
we were pretty good people."
" I don't like it. It 's too ornate."
" Then show us something less
ornate," I told the man sternly.
He showed us things less ornate.
At the end of an hour Celia said she
thought we 'd better get on to another
room, and come back to the hall after-
wards. We decided to proceed to the
drawing-room.
" WTe must go all out over these,"
said Celia ; " I want these to be really
beautiful."
At the end of another hour Celia
said she thought we 'd better get on to
my workroom. My workroom, as trie
name implies, is the room to which I
am to retire when I want complete
quiet. Sometimes I shall go there
after lunch . . . and have it.
" We can come back to the drawing-
room afterwards," she said. " It 's
really very important that we should
get the right ones for that. Your room
won't be so difficult, but of course you
must have awfully nice ones."
I looked at my watch.
" It 's a quarter to one," I said. " At
2.15 on the 17th of June we are due
at St. Miriam's. If you think we
shall have bought anything by then,
let's go on. If, as seems to me, there
is no hope at all, then let 's have lunch
to-day anyhow. After lunch we may
be able to find some way out of the
impasse."
After lunch I had an idea.
"This afternoon," I said, "we will
Degin to get some furniture together."
" But what about the electric fit-
ings ? We must finish off those."
" This is an experiment. I want to
see if we can buy a chest of drawers.
[t may just be our day for it."
" And we settle the fittings to-
morrow. Yes?"
" I don't know. We may not want
them. It all depends on whether we
can buy a chest of drawers this after-
noon. If we can't, then I don't see
how we can ever be married on the
17th of June. Somebody 's got to be,
because I 've engaged the church. The
question is whether it 's going to be us.
Let 's go and buy a chest of drawers
this afternoon, and see."
The old gentleman in the little shop
Celia knew of was delighted to see us.
" Chestesses ? Ah, you 'ave come to
the right place." He led the way into
the depths. " There now. There 's a
chest — real old, that is." He gave it
a hearty smack. " You don't see a
chest like that nowadays. They can't
make 'em. Three pound ten. You
couldn't have got that to-morrer. I 'd
have sold it for four pound to-morrer."
" I knew it was our day," I said.
" Real old, that is. Spanish me'ogany,
all oak lined. That 's right, Sir, pull
the drawers out and see for yourself.
Let the lady se?. There 's no imitation
there, lady. A real old chest, that is.
Come in 'ere in a week and you 'd have
to pay five pounds for it. Me'ogany 's
going up, you see, that 's how."
"Well?" I said to Celia.
" It 's perfectly sweet. Hadn't we
better see some more ? "
We saw two more. Both of them
Spanish me'ogany, oak lined, pull-the-
dra wers - out - and - see-for-yourself-lady.
Half-an-hour passed rapidly.
"Well? "I said.
" I really don't know which I like
best. Which do you? "
" The first ; it 's nearer the door."
" There 's another shop just over the
way. We 'd better just look there too,
and then we can come back to decide
to-morrow."
We went out. I glanced at my watch.
It was 3.30, and we were being married
at 2.15 on June 17th.
" Wait a moment," I said, " I 've
forgotten my gloves."
I may be a slow starter, but I am
very firm when roused. I went into
the shop, wrote a cheque for the three
hosts of drawers, and told the man
where to send them. When I returned,
;elia was at the shop opposite,
pulling the drawers out of a real old
mahogany chest which was standing
on the pavement outside.
" This is even better," she said.
' It 's psrfectly adorable. I wonder if
it 's more expensive."
" I '11 just ask," I said.
I went in and, without an unnecessary
word, bought that chest too. Then I
ame back to Celia. It was 3.45, and
on June 17th at 2.15— Well, we
iad four chests of draweis towards it.
" Celia," I said, " we may just do it
yet." A. A. M.
Arim, 30, 1913.]
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341
ONCE UPON A TIME.
THK VASKFUL.
ONCE upon a time a little company
of the wild flowers of Spring found
themselves together in a vase. It was
t!ie first time that many of them had
mot ; for although they came from the
mi! district, indeed the same copse,
and had heard of each other's character-
istics, they had grown up too far away
from eacli other for conversation, and
(lowers, of course, cannot walk. It was
therefore with peculiar interest that
they now examined each other and fell
a-talking.
There was naturally a little hesitation
at first, for social grades must be pre-
served ; but they were so tightly packed
in the vase, and for the most part so
forlorn at their fate, that barriers soon
disappeared, and the oxlip ceased to
despise the cowslip, and the cowslip
was quite nice to the primrose, and
the purple orchis almost dropped his
aristocratic drawl when talking to the
bluebell.
The purple orchis, who was not only
a heavy drinker but rather a bully, was
the only one who was not unhappy to
be there. " I knew I should attract
attention soon," he said ; " there were
so few of us and we're so noticeable.
By Jove, this tipple 's delicious ! " and
he took a long draught.
" Please don't push so," said a small
voice at his side.
"Why, what's the matter?" the
orchis asked. " You anemones are
always such weaklings."
"I'm afraid I feel rather faint,"
replied the anemone. " I 'm not strong
at any time, it 's true, and just now, no
matter how I stretch, I can't quite
reach the water. I 'm afraid that little
girl put me in the vase rather care-
lessly ; her hand was a little too hot,
too."
" Or else" — the orchis laughed — "or
else I 'm getting more than my share.
Ha, ha!"
" Surely," said a cowslip to a bluebell,
" there were more of you in the little
girl's hands when we left the wood?"
" Alas, yes," said the bluebell.
"Must of my closest friends were
picked too, and I hoped we were all
coming along together so that we
might at least cheer each other as we
perished. To die in a crowd is easier,
1 have always heard. But for some
reason or other which has never been
explained to me bluebells seem to be
more easily and more often thrown
away after being picked than any othei
flower; and all my companions must
Inivo suffered that common fate."
" It is quite true," said the cowslip
" From my high position on the bank
s .
• t
Loafer (who has forced his attentions on old lady in the matter of her luggagt and received
a small gratuity). "THIS is THE FUST JOB I'VE HAD THIS WEEK, LIDT. WOT ABAHT ME
FBIPPENCE PUB MB INSURANCE STAMP?"
I have again and again seen bunches
of bluebells forsaken by children. How
is it, I wonder ? It is not as if they
were ugly ; although blue is not every-
one's colour."
"Perhaps," said the cuckoo-spit with
a touch of sarcasm, for he disliked the
cowslip, " it 's because you can't make
tea of them."
"No," said the oxlip, who was
looked up to as something of a sage by
reason of his strength and his many-
eyes, " it is because bluebells are so
much more beautiful when they are in
a wood among greenery than when
they are packed together in a human
hand, and the human hand suddenly
realises this and drops them in dis-
appointment."
" Thank you," said the bluebell with
a sigh of content.
"The wonder," the oxlip continued
with a glance at the cuckoo-spit, " is
that some flowers are ever picked at
all."
Silence followed, broken by a little
sigh. It was the dying anemone's last
breath.
" Silently and assiduously the members of
the Mission Choir have been practising for
their concluding concert."
Tynemouth Priory Parish Magazine.
The ideal choir practice.
342
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[APRIL 30, 1913.
\
NATURE STUDIES.
THE COB-NUT.
MAHOLI GALAGO.
[The Malioli Galago /ws recently arrived at the Zoo from
South Africa. It lias ears of great size ivhich it can
fold up.]
MAHOLI, your paw ! you 're the fellow for me,
Being bright as a robin and brisk as a bee,
With your neat little snout, and your fine pair of eyes,
And your soft coat of fur, and your air of surprise,
As if you were puzzled to know how the deu-
-ce it was ever arranged you should come to the Zoo.
In the realms that you left when you went aboard ship, oh,
You "re missed by the rhino and mourned by the hippo ;
And the elephant, munching his rice or his sago,
Is sad for the loss of Maholi Galago.
There are beasts left in plenty, but none, it appears,
Who can please all the others by folding his ears.
And now that you're with us — mirabile dictu !—
Will our looks and our clothes and our bearing afflict you ?
When we come to the Zoo shall we soothe or alarm you '!
Will our features offend or our converse disarm you ?
I know only this : if we talk you to tears
You can always get even by folding you'r ears.
Henceforth I shall practise for clubs and such places
This method of moving the flaps of our faces ;
And when I am pinned by a bore or a boress
With second-hand jokes or with story-book stories,
What repose shall be mine, where of old there were fears,
As I copy Maholi and fold up my ears !
OUR PERSONAL COLUMN.
[With acknowledgments to " The Times."]
Lord FitzBoodle is 93 to-day.
The Baron de Slosch has taken 190, Grosvenor Square,
for the season.
The Marquis of Midhurst was 89 yesterday.
Lady Blond is now convalescent after a severe attack of
Peruvian mumps, and will give her fourth Fragonard dinner
on Thursday next.
Baron Eaphael de Silva left yesterday for Golconda.
Lord Stonor de Broke lias arrived at Rowton House.
Mr. Phil Youngson is starting in the Italic next Saturday
for a pleasure trip to Sandy Hook.
The Hon. Methuselah Diesel, only son of Lord D'Oyly of
Batoum, is 9 to-day.
Mr. J. Cuttell Fischer, who appeared before the Marconi
Committee last week, is now pronounced to be out of
danger.
Lord Montacute of Saffron Hill has returned to 214, Bel-
grave Square, from a trip in Transjordania, and will celebrate
his silver wedding on Friday.
Sir Prescott Knight was- unfortunately prevented from
attending the funeral of the late Lord Itteringham by an
attack of whooping-cough ; otherwise this would have boon
the tenth funeral attended by Sir Prescott Knight in seven
days, and the ten thousandth since his retirement from the
stage.
Mrs. Bamberger, the wife of Mr. Marcus Bamberger, the
famous violinist, and daughter, of Sir Pompey Boldero,
F.E.S.L., gave birth to triplets on the 26th inst. — Paganini,
Sarasate and Neruda Bamberger.
PUNCH, OR THE LONDON CHARIVARI.— APBII 30. 1913.
SWELLING VISIBLY/
MR. LLOYD GEORGE (Budget-maker}. " CHEST— A HUNDRED AND NINETY-FIVE MILLIONS."
JOHN BULL. « THAT SOUNDS RATHER FLATTERING. WON'T IT BE TOO BIG FOR ME ? "
ME. LLOYD GEOKGE. " NO, SIR, NOT AT YOUR PRESENT RATE OF EXPANSION."
APRIL 30, 1913.]
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345
ESSENCE OF PARLIAMENT.
(EXTRACTED FROM THE DIAKY OF TOBY, M.I'.)
IIousc of Lords, Monday, April 21. —
After period of what was practically
self-effacement noble Lords assemble
for a field-day. Flags are flying, drums
beating, trumpets blaring. Appointed
business Second Beading of Army-
Annual Bill. Opportunity seized (o
renew attack, opened on Thursday, upon
home defence policy of the Government
in general, the Territorial Army in par-
ticular.
NAPOLEON BONAPARTE HALDANE
himself again. Costume of Lord Chan-
cellor, with which irony of fate invests
him, obviously unsuited for military
manoeuvres. But he wears his wig with
a difference and wraps his gown about
him as if it were a martial cloak. One
fancies there is visible recrudescence
of the historic Napoleonic curl culti-
vated when he represented War Office
in the Commons. It may be merely
accidental arrangement of front frill of
full-bottomed wig. That a detail.
No mistake about temporary trans-
formation of the man of law into man
of war.
Peculiar interest attached to speech
of Viscount MIDLETON leading attack
on Government on vital question of
state of preparation for war and posses-
sion of adequate means to carry it on.
Recognised that he speaks as one having
authority, not as an amateur critic.
He was a member of the Government
responsible, after long possession of
office, for state of the Army called upon
fourteen years ago to save the Empire
threatened by President KRUGER'S
Territorial Forces. For a period
darkened by densest cloud of disaster
in the field he was in personal control
of the War Office. What he has to
say upon present state of the Army,
what counsel to give for its improve-
ment, are matters worthy of closest
attention.
With sickening of heart noble lords
heard the anxiously awaited verdict.
The ST. JOHN BRODEICK of Boer War
days had looked round upon con-
dition of Army under present Adminis-
tration, and behold ! it was hopelessly
bad. Since HALDANE framed his scheme
in 1907, the peril confronting the
Empire had increased, whilst means
of grappling with it had diminished.
" What is the noble Viscount at ? "
snapped LORD CHANCELLOR, evidently
touched to the quick. " What does he
want? Does he want us to go back
to the condition of tilings in 1903 ? If
he does, does anybody else want us to
doit?"
Rather a nasty one that. But LORD
CHANCELLOR, fighting single-handed
Back to the Army again.
(Lord HALDANE.)
with back to the wall (to be precise, to
the Woolsack), presently overwhelmed
by combined onslaught. Strong
language used. CUHZON described
NAPOLEON B. as " the greatest master
of copious irrelevance the House of
Lords has ever known." DENBIGH
hurled at him declaration that in the
matter of national armament " all the
slackers, funkers, wasters and loafers
are on the Liberal side." AMPTHILL
protested that the Government " trifled
and fooled with the vital question."
This storm, through which whistled
a flight of bullets, seemed to lead to
crushing defeat of a criminal Govern-
ment equally ignorant and impotent.
But at approach of dinner-hour the
signal "Cease firing!" sounded,
and at twenty minutes past eight
The old warrior leads the attack.
(Viscount MIDLETON.)
House adjourned. Second Reading
of Army Bill agreed to without
division.
Business done. — In the Commons
Collection of Taxes Bill read a third
time and passed. Members sat up late
with the Suffragettes released on licence.
Amongst many amendments moved in
Committee on Prisoners' (Temporary
Discharge for Ill-Health) Bill, McCuBDY
proposed to omit its application to a
female prisoner who had been forcibly
fed, " unless such feeding had been with
her consent." After puzzling some time
over this prime bull from Northampton,
Committee sent it to grass by 229 votes
to 49.
House of Commons, Tuesday. — LLOYD
GEORGE'S speech this afternoon ex-
pounding Budget marked striking
change of fashion in respect of concep-
tion and fashioning of leading feature
of the Session. Time was when the
Chancellor was at infinite pains to
endow the uninviting figures of his
financial scheme with the grace of
oratory and the charm of scholarship.
Above all there was a peroration, and
an expectant House would have felt
itself defrauded had this not been forth-
coming.
LLOYD GEORGE'S speech, delivered
to audience falling something shoit of
number usually mustered on such
occasions, was a plain business state-
ment, comparatively brief, superlatively
lucid. Nothing in the way of perora-
tion as commonly understood. Wily
CHANCELLOR had another card up his
sleeve, and at proper moment triumph-
antly played it.
When, his task accomplished, he
seemed about to resume his seat, he
pulled himself together and proposed
to answer his own question, " What
have the Government done since they
came into office?" Amid resounding
cheers from delighted Ministerialists,
their hearts already cheered by an-
nouncement that, in spite of increased
expenditure approaching seven millions
in excess of actual revenue of 1912-13,
no new taxes would be imposed, he
totted up the sum.
To begin with, reversing practice
established and pursued by late Govern-
ment, instead of borrowing to meet
increased expenditure on Naval and
Military works, leaving posterity to
pay the bill, it is provided for out of
revenue of the year. Taxes on food
have been reduced by five million
pounds. Taxes on small incomes and
agricultural cottage repairs have been
lessened by half that sum. An addi-
tional twelve millions sterling has been
provided for National Defence ; whilst
twenty millions have been expended in
making easier the lot of the aged poor,
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[Appii, 30, 1913.
the sick, the infirm and the unem-
ployed. Those charges met '- out
of the year's income, twelve months ]
hence tiie National Debt will have
A FIGHT FOR FREEDOM.
'CERTAINLY not," I said severely,
vour remark is frivolous. This is
liuiicu iiiiv li uciuuin j-^uuij \> III lUtvUj j i_nii icuAcun 10 iii> uji^iio. JLUM 10
In1 MI reduced by one hundred and two ! from the landlord; it is an impressive
millions, involving an annual reduction letter. Listen. ' DEAR SIR, — I am in-
of expenditure in interest amounting formed that on Tuesday last, the 18th «.u.uo.^. <„„ „„„ llllaL,,in
to two million six hundred thousand inst., there was a large quantity of fell into the other day
pounds.
" llather prosaic," murmured
the MEMBER FOR SARK. " A
little low by comparison with
one of GLADSTONE'S lofty flights
of eloquence, or BOB LOWE'S
piquant persiflage. . But on the
whole, regarding 'matters from
standpoint of a citizen who
pays his taxes and looks forward
hopefully to enjoyment of Old
Age Pension, not sure it is not
the most effective peroration of
the forty Budgets I have heard
expounded."
Business done. — Budget intro-
duced.
Friday. — Good deal of talk
this week inside House and out
of it on subject of Territorials.
CATHCAHT WASON has in hand
little plan for increasing popu-
larity of the Service. Seated
in corner of Library knitting
woollen muffler for an aged
constituent — Madame Defargc
at the foot of the guillotine
*>),
LLOYD GEOKGE. " Not so tricky, perhaps, as some that
you, gentlemen, but a perfectly sound performer."
(The CHANCELLOR introduces the Budget.)
" I shan't stop it," she said boldly
" What are you going to do ? "
" I shall parley with him," I replied
So that evening I wrote to the land
lord as follows : —
" DKAR SIR, — We were very much
amused at the mistake your informant
The fact is we
were having a little family
gathering to celebrate my grcal
aunt's 84th birthday (a ripe
age, you must admit). On her
departure we all assembled in
the garden and waved good-bye
to her. Can it bo that your
informant, passing at "this
moment, saw only the fluttering
handkerchiefs and did . not
perceive the forms of my uncle
Edward, my aunt Hephzibab,
my cousins Clarence and Her-
bart ? It would be a quite par-
tbnable but very laughable error.
Yours truly,
HORACE FLOWERPOT.
P-S. — I find I have forgotten
to mention that my aunt can
raad the smallest print without
spectacles."
I thought this would settle
him, but a fortnight later he
returned to the charge. This
time his letter was sterner and
washing hung out in your garden. I
beg to remind you that this is expressly
forbidden by the terms of your lease.
I must ask you not to let it occur
again.'
wasn't in it with MEMBER FOR ORKNEY
AND SHETLAND in matters of speed and
skill with the knitting-needle—idea
flashed upon his mind.
Simply is that men who serve in the »6c.lu.
Territorial Army should, in common " What a very disagreeable man "
with masters who help to make the said Phyllis ;" how does it hurt him ?"
service possible, be relieved from pay- " He may be doing it for the best "
ments under National Insurance Act. I said; "perhaps he thinks it will
To the individual the money value of injure our social position."
this concession might be small.
In the aggregate its effect
upon National Expenditure of
£195,640,000 would not be crush-
ing. But it has the attraction of
i special attention that would
be keenly appreciated and might
justly be paid.
Eepresentation on matter,
backed by influential group of
Members from both political
camps, is being put forward in
proper quarter, not without hope
of success.
Business done. — Hours of
Polling discussed on Bill
charge of WILLIE PEARCE.
utterly destroyed. " This is what one
calls a strong man," I said to myself,
" a man of blood and iron ; but he has
met his match. I will outmanoeuvre
him."
" DEAR SIR," I wrote,—" Your letter
surprised if it did not pain me; and
___*_T ' f ' I -T'T
pained if it
not surprise me.
Cactus Cottage seems to be the victim
of
in
" Hearty ' Hocks ' for the King and
Queen were raised by an enthusiastic
band of Germans at 'Birchenough Col-
liery."— Halifax Evening Courier.
We ourselves raised a hearty
barley-water in Fleet Street.
La Tricoteuse.
(Mr. CATHOABT WASON.)
some strange misunderstanding.
But I feel sure that you will
exonerate me when you hear of
the shocking occurrences that
have just taken place at Hopham.
Indeed we live in stirring times !
About 11 o'clock on Tuesday
morning my wife observed a
large body of Suffragettes coming
up the hill. She was, as you
can understand, considerably
alarmed, as the ladies seemed
highly indignant. She roused
me at once and we tried to put
the house in a state of defence.
But it is not, I am afraid, very
strongly built (those repairs I
spoke to you about — - but no
matter, we will speak of that
another time). What more
natural than that we should hang
out a white flag, in fact, several
white flags? By this means
we saved the situation. The
justly incensed women passed our
APRIL 30, 1913.]
PUNCH, OR THE LONDON CHARIVARI.
317
house shouting, ' Wo want justice,'
and broke every window in poor
Gudge's shop. He, poor fellow, is half
demented, and I am told his wife is
now heating him for his negligence in
not putting up the shutters. I hope
you now understand that what you
thought was washing were signals of
distress."
I said nothing to Phyllis ahout these
letters ; women, I have found, do not
appreciate the finer shades of diplomacy.
With a calm eagerness I awaited the
landlord's next letter. It came soon
and it was to the point. Steps, it
appeared this time, were to be taken at
once, and in the latter part of his note
he went so far as to cast doubts on my
veracity. A solicitor to whom I showed
it said that if it had been on a postcard
it would have been actionable. I
determined to make a courteous and
dignified reply. These were its terms : —
"You appear to be under the im-
pression that washing is hung out to
dry in the garden of Cactus Cottage.
I have twice endeavoured to remove
that impression. Let me now make a
final effort. Had you, last Tuesday,
passed our pleasant and capacious
garden (18ft. by 12ft.) you might reason-
ably have said to yourself, ' That is a
clothes-line and those are (or that is)
washing.' What would have been the
real facts? Early in the morning an
enormous flock of seagulls (a white
bird, as you know) came and surrounded
the house. It was impossible to drive
them away ; it is no use saying ' Shoo,
shoo,' to a hundred - birds at a time.
There they were and there they re-
mained all day. Why they came so
far inland is a point of great ornitho-
logical interest. The long spell of cold
wet weather may have something to do
with it. Or. can .seagulls be changing
their habits, and becoming inland
birds ? I trust this matter is now ex-
plained and laid to rest for ever.
Yours, etc."
To my disappointment he made no
reference in his reply to the seagulls
(of whom I was rather proud). All he
said was, " Your tenancy terminates on
25th inst. No further correspondence
is desired."
This was rather rude, but it takes
two to make a quarrel and only one to
make a correspondence, so I wrote him
a farewell letter : —
" DEAK SIB, — I see with pain that
you refuse to accept any of my
numerous explanations. I am sorry,
genuinely sorry, because I should have
liked to give you some more, and I
really think they got better and better.
However, my conscience is clear and
I shall depart with pleasure to some
Son of the House (to caller). "I WANTED TO SEE YOU 'cos FATHER SAYS YOU MADE
YOURSELF." Caller. "YES, MY LAD, AND I'M PROUD HOP IT."
Son of House. "B-BUT WHY DID YOU DO IT LIKE THAT?"
place where one may wave one's hand-
kerchief freely to one's aged aunt, hang
out a flag if one is frightened, and
receive visits from a flock of seagulls
(or any other bird) without censorious
remarks. Yet I cannot blame you ;
we are both the victims of circumstance.
Yours, etc."
I read this letter to Phyllis. She had
forgotten all about the whole subject.
" What is it ? " she said. " Is it a
competition ? You 've never won any-
thing yet. It sounds very silly."
" It 's a business letter," I said, " one
of the best I ever wrote. It 's to the
landlord."
" Well, I 'm glad you 've given him
notice. But what does it all mean ? "
" It means," I said, " that England
is a free country, and that we can hang
out our washing where we like."
" I knew that already," said Phyllis.
The Cost of Living.
"70gs. a week for nine weeks from Whit-
suntide. Very desirable tenant offers above
for Prettily-furnished House in good position
in Belgravia." — Advt. in " Morning Post."
Our prettily furnished flat in Bellevue
Mansions (overlooking canal) is going
for 69 guineas a week all the year round.
" In the barber's shop at Kingscliffe, Oundle,
on Monday, there were eight old men waiting
whose combined ages amounted to the colossal
figure of 68 years."
Nortliampton Daily Chrotiiclc.
" Shave, please," cried the precocious
little fellows in chorus.
" On the 30th inst., when they were shooting
with blank cartridges, most of them hit the
mark in every shot they fired, while the rest
weremoreor less successful, to the great admira-
tion of the lookers on." — Canton Independant.
Just in the same way our practice
swing always drives the ball 200 yards
down the centre of the course.
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PUNCH, OR THE LONDON CHARIVARI.
[ArBir, 30, 1913.
ROSE-TIME.
Mr. Ilarokl Ilonoybunn, of "The
Bullnils," Syringa Lano, Meadowsweet
Avunue, Surbiton, safc in his study
surrounded by a sea of catalogues and
Sunday papers opened at the adver-
tisement pages. Ho was frowning
portentously.
" What's" the trouble?" asked Mrs.
Honeybunn, descending from the
nursery.
" I 'in trying to decide what roses to
plant in the garden," ho explained.
" It 's very difficult to make up one's
mind. Listen to this, my dear. ' Gold
Medal Eose. Snaggs's 'Champion of
Europe. The most sensational rose
ever produced. Its truly entrancing
colour is a deep militant orange-ver-
milion-sunflower, shading to the most
exquisite tinges of pearly-opal peach-
blossom. Guaranteed imfadeable, un-
breakable, unapproachable. Our colours
never run 1 Price 29'- a dozen.' "
" It sounds all right."
"Yes; but listen to this next adver-
tisement: 'Eoses. A world's wonder!
The most thrilling product of horti-
cultural science ! Wilks's Glory of the
Globe. Its colour is indescribably
beautiful, starting with the tenderest
shades of tropical dawn ; deepening to
a dreamy, creamy, satin-pink salmon;
and then strengthing to a robust straw-
berry-maroon-scarlet. Its scent can
only be compared to a bouquet of
honeysuckle, verbena, heliotrope, opo-
ponax, jockey club and creme de menthe.
Beware of crude imitations listed by
unscrupulous dealers as unfadeable.
We guarantee our roses as rain-proof,
wind -proof, hail -proof and burglar -
proof. Price 28'- a dozen. Make it
two guineas, and we throw in a lawn-
mower.'"
" Have them sent on approval," sug-
gested the practical Mrs. Honeybunn.
" They don't mention ' on approval '
in the advertisements."
"All the more reason for asking for
it."
" Very well, my dear, I will. I '11
write also for Mungo's Guinea Collec-
tion of Tip-Top Novelties. Listen to
what you get for the guinea: 'Emperor
of the Sahara, Crown Princess Cecilie
of Hohenzollern, Omar Khayyam's
Delight, Gotterdammerung, Eeve des
Amoureux, Mrs. Albert Mungo, Giuli-
etta's Balcony, Butterflies' Banquet,
H.T.' What does H.T. mean ? "
"Highly tempting," suggested Mrs.
Honeybunn.
" Perhaps so. And they include ' the
very extra special, three star, treble nap
Lloyd-Georgiana, the most audaciously
flavoured rose ever produced. These
nine roses would cost you three guinea;
:rom any other dealer. Beware of
mitations, because they are grown only
jy ourselves and are fully protected by
provisional patents. Write at once,
ind do it now ! ' . . . Isn't that a fine
;ot? The only one I don't fancy is
Mrs. Albert Mungo. Perhaps they
would send another Eeve des Amoureux
instead."
" You might ask. In any case, have
;hem sent on approval."
" I wonder if they send roses that
way?" mused Mr. Honeybunn, reach-
'ng'for the pen and ink.
$ * • * * *
They didn't. "Cash with order" was
,he business motto of Messrs. Snaggs,
Wilks & Mungo. They wrote him to
hat effect.
Mr. Honeybunn sent cash.
The two - and - threo - quarter- dozen
)lants came by return of post.
He unwrapped them proudly in front
of Bodlin, the jobbing gardener of
Meadowsweet Avenue and vicinity.
3odlin carried the wisdom of ages in
lis wrinkled countenance. Bodlin
sniffed — a sniff from which there was
no appeal.
:l Why, what's the matter?" faltered
Mr. Honeybunn. '
11 Why didn't they tell me you was
going to order roses ? " returned the
arden expert.
"Why should I? They're all ex-
Densive, guaranteed roses. This is a
Snaggs's Champion of Europe ; that
one is a Glory of the Globe ; that one
s a Butterflies' Banquet. H.T.," added
Mr. Honeybunn in a vain effort to
mpress Bodlin.
" You can't grow them on this garden
soil — not to do yourself any credit,"
came the Caesarian decision.
Mr. Honeybunn's jaw dropped. "Oh!"
he offered.
" You ought to have stuck to the
good old varieties, like Cabbage and
France and Dorothy Perkins. They 're
hardy. These" — Bodlin waved them
away with Napoleonic finality — "these
don't suit you. Send 'em back, is my
advice."
"But I 've bought them."
"You mean that you paid for "em
before you knew whether they suited?'"
" Yes," confessed Mr. Honeybunn.
Bodlin looked worlds of wisdom.
That evening, Amy returned from a
London shopping expedition burdenec
with small parcels and flushed with
success.
"The greatest bargain you've ever
seen ! " she announced triumphantly.
" What is it ? " asked her husband.
" A Paris model. Creamy-white
with just a simple aigrette of salmon
pink. The most daring, the mos
delicious hat you've ever seen! At
Vladame Fantine's in Bond Street.
Sale price — I got it for two guineas !
They 'vo promised to send it to-
night,"
" There 's a parcel just arrived — it 'a
jeen taken upstairs."
" Then come and see me try it on."
Mr. Honeybunn watched the.trying-
on process with judicial gravity.
11 Well?" ;
11 It 's pretty enough in its way,"
answered Mr. Honeybunn with an un-
conscious assumption of the Bodlin
nanner, " but it doesn't suit you."
" Look again ! "
" It doesn't suit you," came the
Sfapoleonic decision. " Send it back,
s my advice."
"Oh!"
" Of course it 's not paid for yet ? "
" But it is."
" You mean to say you 've paid for
a hat before you knew whether it
suited you? "
"Yes," confessed Mrs. Honeybunn.
' So you must go to Madame Fantine's
o-morrow and get them to take it
)ack."
:< I I »
" You must say there 's been a
sudden bereavement in the family and
[ can't wear colours."
Mr. Honeybunn pondered over this
jrilliant idea for some moments.
" I wonder," he mused, " if I could
make the very same excuse about the
roses ? "
AN INSOLUBLE PEOBLEM.
["Women always expect men to know by
instinct what they are thinking of." — Recent
Novel}
DEAR, by fond experience taught,
I can do what you expect,
Almost always read your thought,
Follow you when you reflect.
When you wear a tragic pose
And a mallet in your muff,
Well I know your thoughts are those
Of the Pankian Surf.
When I see your dear eyes turn
To the glass above the grate,
Then I know you fain would learn
If your hair is still on straight ;
Or that haply thus you seek
(Bather anxiously) to know
If the dimple on your cheek
Keeps its status quo.
Still at times you baffle quite
All my trained deductive art.
Take, for instance, yesternight,
When you led that fatal heart ;
Were your thoughts of summer dress,
Or the beauty that 's the bard's ?
This alone was plain to guess —
They were not of cards.
APRIL 30, 1913.]
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319
LORD AT THG Flf«T FTNcr at Thg"
PO'MT
ftND PARTY
A D/w'S MaTOH BOATING
MASTER ( SON OF TH€ FAMOUS
M.F.HI FOLLOWING IN HIS FATHERS
SIR SftMUEL AND
PARTICIPATE IN THE. £>fLI<iHTj
8F THE" (UIVK..
SOCIETY SNAP-SHOTS.
THE CAMERA-ARTIST, HAVING BEEN SUPPLIED BY HIS EDITOR BEFOREHAND WITH SUBJECTS AND TYPICAL LEGENDS, UXTOBTBXATELY
FAILS TO SEIZE THE «OST FAVOUBABI.E MOMENTS FOB THEIR ILLUSTRATION.
3CO
PUNCH, OR THE LONDON CHARIVARI.
[APRIL 30, 1913.
AN OLD HOUSE.
GREAT Rome was raised on hill-tops
seven,
In pomp to all the winds of Heaven
Her brazen eagles Hew ;
I know an old house in a hollow,
Its white walls harled with good
Scots hailing ;
Here haunts at dawn the gossip
starling,
Here comes the first returning swallow
When skies are egg-shell blue.
Great Rome she walled eternal glory —
The fame that rang in camp and story
Still to her stones belongs ;
The old house shadows — quaint and
fragrant —
A garden famed for stocks and roses,
Where, when asummereveningcloses,
Old borders bloom, half-guessed and
vagrant,
Like echoes of old songs !
Great Rome she wardened miles of
marches;
From Afrie's palms to Albion's larches
Her clamorous trumpets went ;
Here are for its sedate controlling
But some few scores of sunny acres
Fruitful and fair, content as Quakers,
Spanned in a Sunday morning's strolling
To the wood-dove's lament !
Great Rome, high - hilled, all reads
reached to her ;
Her conquering sons who served and
knew her
In pomp returned again ;
The old house dozes in its hollow,
Fulfilled of gentle ghosts and graces
Come back to haunt remembered
places,
As comes the first returning swallow,
In sunshine and in rain.
"Mr. A. J. Balfour said that everybody,
whatever his school of political thought,
whataver his political ideals, must regard with
a certain anxiety the period of transition
through which the great organ of the public
mind was now passing. He believed that to
whatever quarter one turned, to what ever
authority one addressed oneself, one would
find a certain anxiety as to the future."
Scotsman.
One great organ of the public mind is
certainly passing through a period of
transition as to the spelling of " what-
ever." We confess to a certain anxiety
as to the future, but hope for
whatuver."
" A missile thrown at her struck a constable
and a reporter, but did no other harm."
Daily Telegraph.
We should have been quite content
with the bag as it stands, but some
people arc never satisfied.
AT THE PLAY.
" THE CAP AND BELLS."
GIVEN a fox-hunting Tory Earl with
a loathing for Limehouse ; an emanci-
pated daughter, engaged (no one, not
even herself, knDws why) to a feather-
brained Duke ; a Suffragist-Socialist in
love, against his principles, with this
offspring of a ha.ted class ; and the end
is foregone. But the dialogue of the
First Act was so bright and fluent that
one forgave the tiiteness of the situation.
For indeed the idea of Love as a solvent
of Socialism must be almost as old as
the earliest red Hag and has only recently
been revived in Mr. OLLIVANT'S romance,
The Taming of John Blunt. But the
Percy Robinson (Mr. GODFREY TEABLE) to
the Duke of Dartford (Mr. ERIC MATUKIN).
" You may be a duke and I a demagogue, but
when it comes to sizes in hats I 'm worth six
of you."
entertainment fell off, and towards the
end, long deferred, grew sadly ema-
ciated. Still, as long as Miss MAUDE
MILLETT and Mr. FEED KERB were on
the stage, even if they only prattled
about the lateness of the dinner-hour,
it always seemed worth while.
Mr. KEBB as Lord Chislehurst was of
course in the very middle of his own
delightful preserves ; but Miss MILLETT,
most welcome of returning exiles, shone
in a mellow light that was new to me.
All the best cynicisms fell to her in the
character of Lady Chislehurst, and she
threw them off with so sweet an air of
innocence that their intention was
generally missed by their victims and
only very slowly imbibed by one of the
stodgiest audiences (I am not speaking
of the First Night) with which I have
ever collaborated.
Mr. GODFREY TEARLE, back in his
element as Percy Robinson, promoter of
strikes and terror of the landed party,
plaved with a restraint which went far
to mitigate the obviousness of things.
Mr. MATURIN, in the rare figure of a
young ducal nut, was pleasantly fatuous.
In the midst of menaces of a universal
railway strike and the defeat of his
party at a local election, like a true
golfer he remained unmoved, except
by the fear that his game might be
affected. The ruling passion was strong
even in sleep. Waking from a slight
snooze taken before dinner, he broke it
to us that he had had a nightmare.
" I dreamt," said he, " that liobinson
had altered the rules of golf ! " In this
connection I must warn Mr. MATURIN
that the next time he plays a golfer he
must try to keep his head from wagging
so much, if he doesn't want to be
suspected of a handicap of twenty-four.
Miss ETHEL WARWICK as the Earl's
daughter, Lady Clara (not Verede Vcrc),
had once more to play the part of a
girl whose lover, a strong man, makes
his entrancas by the window. I don't
so much object to that device, though
I think a really strong man should be
strong enough to come in by the front
door; but I do wish that one of Miss
WARWICK'S many friends would urge
her to do something with her voice.
She makes it like nothing in nature.
Her artificial intonations, hardly ever
varying their level, seem to bear no
sort of relation to the thing she is
saying. To be frank, she was largely
to blame for whatever atmosphere of
improbability the play had to struggle
with.
The talk, though trivial enough at
times, was never dull, but there was
need of relief in the matter of the
excellent scene — always the Morning
Room at Lord Chislehurst's. The
Duke, who was apparently living in the
family, seemed to be bored by it too ;
and you can easily understand how
inconvenient and embarrassing it was
for the demagogue to have no accommo-
dation for his courtship except the
bouse of his natural enemy. The
title, The Cap and Bells, had nothing
whatever to do with the piece. It was
just the sign of a neighbouring inn
where the demagogue put up ; and he
took life far too seriously to be credited
with a penchant for the society of
professional jesters. But a hostelry
with a name like that might well be the
resort of the author, Mr. VANSITTART,
For he has a very pleasant wit, and I
look forward to making its better
acquaintance before long. 0. S.
"He also won the wile race for two years
running at Oxford." — Evening News:
Two years is certainly a long wile.
APRIL 30, 1913.]
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351
Fellow Guest (10)10 has just told humorous artist an appalling chestnut). " Aw— THOUGHT YOU MIGHT ILLUSTBATE rr, YOU KNOW. IT
HAPPENED TO MY FATHER ! "
Artist. "MANY THANKS; BUT WHAT MAKES IT EVEN MORE INTERESTING is THAT I MUST HAVE MET TWENTY on Tin
BROTHERS."
OUR BOOKING-OFFICE.
(By Mr. Punch's Staff of Learned Clerks.)
The Arnold Lip (MURRAY) is a story about a family.
Nowadays the family has hecome the favourite butt of the
satirist ; its head especially has had inexpensive fun poked at
him by a score of modern novel-writers. Mr. C. E. LAWKENCE
does not do this ; though one feels that he would rather
like to, if it were not for his sense of fair play. This same
sense has, I think, been the undoing of the book as an
entertainment. You cannot write impartially and honestly
about dulness without some danger of being infected by it,
and the Arnolds, from father downwards, were a dull crew.
The bright spot of the family, and Mr. LAWRENCE'S pet,
was Hiujh, who left the too-comfortable paternal nest in
order to seek life and adventures of his own in reading for
the Bar. The chief adventure that befell him was the
adoption of the infant of his laundress's unmarried daughter.
Not unnaturally this worried the family a good deal. The
" Arnold lip," one may say, curled significantly. All this
time old Anthony (Arnold pbre, called " Sir Anthony " from
his pomposity) was living the respected life of a prosperous
stockbroker — with a new revolver in the drawer of his
writing-table. The moment I heard about that revolver
I scented financial disaster ahead. Also one of the chapters
is called " Crash." So now you know. It is a moving and
strangely-written chapter, but just what happens in it is
not mine to say. Mine only is it to praise the sincerity and
restraint of the story ; though I admit that it seems some-
times a little overburdened by these good qualities.
The longer one lives in London the less one knows about
it, and many of us would be wholly ignorant on the subject
but for the tit-bits of information that we pick up from
time to time from our country visitors. I am surprised and
delighted to find that the man who really does know all
about it has lived there for twenty-five years at least. His
name is Mr. WILFRED WRITTEN, and his book, A Londoner's
London (METHUEN), is the perfect combination of instruction
and amusement — instruction, because in three hundred odd
pages he makes the reader master of London's geography
and history; amusement, bscause he has an anecdote to
tell connected with every street, road, square, gardens,
terrace, place, lane, walk, circus, park, gate, green, rye, bee,
town, hill, vale, wood, grove, avenue and bush in it. As
may be gathered, the reminiscent details are many and all
must prove useful to the practical reader. Thus, when in
future he walks with his godson in Islington, he may tell
him that Dalby Terrace was so called to perpetuate the
memory of the inventor of the public-house beer-engine, or
when, as he strolls down Bond Street with his smart niece,
he is asked, " Why Bond Street, uncle ? " he may satisfy
her curiosity and humble her pride by telling her that it is
named after its founder, Sir THOMAS BOND, who lived at
Peckham. Later in the day he may, over the wine and
nuts, regale his delighted guests with stories about every
statesman, general, author or pickpocket that ever frequented
town. My only complaint against Mr. WHITTEN is that he
is too much laiulator temporis acti ; if London had been
diligently conserved after the manner he desires, it would by
now be a moribund antique instead of a living entity.
(For myself I can see good even in the Bed General
Juggernaut.) But I must conclude with a word of praise
for the fact that he never once refers to his subject as
the " metropolis," which shows in what a right spirit he
approaches it.
352
PUNCH, OR THE LONDON- CHARIVARI.
[APRIL 30, 1913.
My information about the idle rich seems to be quite the purpose of stealing the plans of that fussy genius's great
different from that which HELEN C. ROBERTS, the authoress Airship-Stabilizer. How ho was detected and exposed by
of Somethhtg New, has supplied to Messrs. DUCKWORTH, breezy Wickliff Hcrsham, from Buenos Ayres, is the theme
Largely because of an accidental encounter with a London ! of Mr. MCCARTHY'S book. If there is one type of novel
holiday crowd at a railway terminus the thoughts of Teresa ! for which I have a special weakness it is the novel which
Ilarliiig are turned towards a consideration of the unknown ' deals with melodrama in terms of light comedy. I cannot
lives of the poor, and happening to meet her first cousin, J imagine Wickliff Ilersham being anything but genially
also named Teresa, whose father and mother are supposed, : flippant, even if he were being lynched by an excited
erroneously of course, to have neglected the marriage cere- \ populace, and he handles the situation in which he finds
mony, she decides to spend a winter at the home of this himself in this book with a perfectly delightful humour. If
out-at-elbows relation in a little lodging-house at the | this story is a sample of what Mr. MCCARTHY can do when
unfashionable watering-place of Bramsea. Amongst the j he leaves cloaks and swords and comes for inspiration to
quaint lower-middle-class people whom she meets there, j the twentieth century, I hope that he will continue in the
but more especially through the influence of Oliver Marvis, : modern vein. Calling the Tune opens with the words,
unsuccessful artist but excellent boat-builder, she gains a ; " Gee ! This is bully!" The sentence would make an
fresh insight into the meaning of life and love, and breaks excellent condensed criticism of the novel,
off her engagement to a worldly and self-centred man.
On page 208 of The Beacon-Watchers (CHAPMAN AND
HALL), when the hero is
embracing the heroine,
with
we are told that
his other hand he kissed
away her tears." I quote
this remarkable passage
because its effect upon
me was very nearly to
make me lose interest
in the fate of the couple;
which I should have
regretted, because theirs
is not only an unconven-
tional story but has been
told by Miss VIOLET A.
SIMPSON in a style suffi-
ciently engaging to ex-
cuse such little lapses
as the one above. She
has especially the gift of
beginning; the dialogue
in her opening chapter
is a model for the stimu-
lation of interest. The
story is one rather of
character than events,
and almost all the
characters are well
Mrs. Frcnant, the woman who sacrifices every-
The story is exceedingly well told, and if Teresa Hurting
herself does not leave a
very clear - cut image
several of the minor
characters stand out con-
spicuously enough. The
authoress is also to be
congratulated for omit-
ting to give her hero a
share in the life -boat
rescue which quite pro-
perly breaks in upon
the drab hibernation of
Bramsea's activities.
But in what coign of
luxurious calm did Miss
Hartirrg resida in these
days of well-organised
charity, that the habits
and thoughts of the
people were so unfa-
miliar to herself and to
her friends ? The fiance
of her sister Zoe, a dis-
tressingly cold - hearted
mondaine, is killed in a
motor accident, and by
every other sign the
period of the story is
the present moment. The suggestion of so many cultured , drawn,
people, not one of whom dabbles, even as a form of self-
STUDIES IN CRIMINOLOGY.
A FATHER OP A FAMILY DEFRAUDS A BAILTVAY COMPACT.
indulgence, in good works, gives to the novel an air of
aloofness from fact.
One of Mr. Punch's contemporaries publishes each week
photographs of men and women who have accomplished
remarkable feats, under the heading, " People to whom we
take off our hat." I would strongly advocate the immediate
inclusion in this series of Mr. J. HUNTLY MCCARTHY " for
thing to her unpractical husband; Sara, her daughter,
the central figure of the love theme; and Starkey, the
dwarf chemist, whose devotion to these two twice brings
him within measurable distance of wilful murder — all
are individuals. Perhaps more than any, though, I
liked her whom one might call the villain, poor Mrs.
Bultele, fighting for her churlish son against long odds
of sympathy. These are but four out of a crowd whose
_ ,„„. acquaintance you will find worth making. Miss SIMPSON
f th« 'f-fi T * ? Pagf ' an d-n°t Vlu11 °ne has' in shorfc' written a tale distinctly above the average,
amone tliem. With On V fnnr nhnrnnfovo in if " TUn ««t:»^ i-i _ i -i i J...
mon rm ™-H f ' • , ,
among them, with only four characters in it. The entire
action of Calling the Tune (HURST AND BLACKETT) is sus-
tained by Wickliff Hershcmi, Gregory Winbush, his daughter
Gondoline and the young gentleman who called himself
Charles Trevor. Charles was " a fine specimen of a sturdy,
well-set-up, healthy, vigorous young Englishman, moulded
on the pattern that has helped to make our island what it
Why, then, in a moment of sudden emotion, did he,
who stated proudly that "English was good enough for
him, all round the clock and every time," exclaim, " Gott in
Htmmell"? Yes, you are right. Charles was really a
German spy, and he frequented Mr. Winbush' s house for
which would have been even better with more care. This,
for example, might have prevented her from marrying off
an elderly governess to a suitor who was a house-master at
Rugby and " means to have a school of his own now," a
statement that displays some unfamiliarity with the niceties
of scholastic precedence.
To Music.
O Music, in thy heavenly state possessed
Of all the charms that soothe the savage breasS,
Now art thou governed by a devilish aim —
The minds of cultured mortals to inflame.
MAY 7, 1913.]
PUNCH, OR THE LONDON CHARIVARI.
353
CHARIVARIA.
A MOVEMENT, we hear, is on foot to
and asserted that good verbal puns
were usually only made in the Scotch
universities. As this statement is cal-
prosont medals to those veterans who ! ciliated to do serious harm to Oxford
have been on the Marconi Committee University, which is the headquarters
since its inception.
* *
Among the proposals for the celebra-
tion of the centenary of peace between
Great Britain and the United States :
of the Spoonerism industry, an official
rejoinder will, we hoar, shortly be
issued. .,. .,.
' -;; '
A pigeon has mado its nest in a
of America is a suggestion that an ' corner of one of the main girders in
effigy of GEORGE WASHINGTON should! the roof of St. James' Park Station on
bo set up in Westminster
Abbey. He it was, you will
remember, who could not tell
a lie. These historical monu-
ments are useful as records
by which to mark the subse-
quent Progress of Man.
V
Another suggestion is that,
on the day when the centen-
ary is complete, every wheel
of traffic shall stop for some
few minutes. Conversation
would be discouraged, and it
is specially hoped that dur-
ing this interval of silent
reflection all talk of a war
over the question of the Pa-
nama would be temporarily
abandoned.
* *
*
"A man," said Sir WILLIAM
BYLES at Whitefield's Taber-
nacle, "left £10,000,000 the
other day. I would not allow
it." In justice to the late
plutocrat wo think it ought
to have been said that he
didn't want to leave it.
* *
Henceforth, Mr. HERBEET
SAMUEL has announced,
" King's Cross " and " Charing
Cross " are to be counted as
one word in telegrams. A
boom in house property is
confidently anticipated in
these localities.
* *
Passengers as well as letters
are to be carried in a motor
mail-van which serves a number of the District Railway. This is an
villages in the neighbourhood of Ash- interesting extension of " Wild Life
ford, Kent. Suffragettes are requested j on the Underground," which is now
to declare themselves on applying for
seats.
««•>*.
A TERRIBLE THREAT.
Referee (toward Hie close of a 20 rounds contest]. "Ip YOU TWO
DON'T STAND UP AND BOX I 'LL ORDEK YOU BOTH OUT OP THE niKG."
* *
*
The sanction of the Senate of the
University of Durham has now been
given to the proposed new degree of
Bachelor of Commerce. The letters
B.C. after one's name should be a
guarantee of up-to-date intelligence.
* *
The Rev. A. MANSFIELD, lecturing
at the Camera Club, denied that Scots-
men were deficient in a sense of humour,
no longer confined to rabbits and strap-
hangers.
* *
During the heavy rains last week
persons got their knife into the Royal
Academy ? A clever poster by Mr.
TONY SAUO, just issued by the Under-
ground Railway, bears the inscription : —
AT THK "KOY.U, ACADF.MY
HUMOUUS OF L)NI)ON Nj. 5.
"The Postmen's Academy," we read,
"is now open." \\<- cannot praise
ourselves too highly for refraining from
making any reference in this connection
to Post-Impressionism. Such self-
restraint is none too common
nowadays.
Locks of hair from the
heads of MILTON, SWIFT,
and Dr. JOHNSON were sold
at SoTHF.jiv's last week, but
fetched such low prices that
the little bunch which we
were saving up for our
posterity is going into a
pillow to-morrow.
HELP TO FILL THE
SPACE.
I. — THE MARRYING TWINS.
A MOST extraordinary event
has lately occurred, of which
no reader of the daily press
can afford to be ignorant.
Two brothers who are twins
have just married two sisters.
The sisters wore not twins, it
is true ; had they been we
doubt if either ourselves or
any other morning paper of
the capital of the world could
have so controlled our excite-
ment as to come out at all ;
but the bridegrooms were
twins and the brides were
sisters, and that is sufficient
for one day. Anyone looking
at the photographs of the
happy quartette which are
scattered over to-day's press
will see in a moment that the
brothers, although twins, are
not in the least alike, except
in the possession of the same
surname ; but that, again, is perhaps as
well. Had they been really alike we
could not have answered for the effect
on our excitable staff. But there it is ;
two brothers, twins, who are not a bit
alike, have married two sisters on the
same day, in the same church, and the
a Mexican loan was floated in London. ' world had to be told all about it.
Moustaches, we learn from The Daily
From a testimonial to a furniture-
Mail, are returning into fashion. Many remover •
which have been in cold storage forj ..j roaily must thank you for the highly
years at the furriers' are now being satisfactory manner in which you removed us
claimed by depositors. hero. Not a think was injured."
*...* A most satisfactory thought-transfer-
Why, we wonder, have so many ence.
VOL. CXI. IV.
PUNCH, OR THE LONDON CHAKIVARL^
[MAY 7, 1913.
TO RICHARD, A MINOR POET;
ON THE REMOVAL OP HIS APPENDIX.
NATURE, I note, is good at compensation ;
When she denies a sense or lops a limb,
The others, more alert for that privation,
Often acquire a most amazing vim ;
Thus, while a bat incurs some disabilities
From want of vision (being rather blind),
His ears and sense of touch enjoy facilities
Of an unusual kind.
I know a futurist who painted pictures
Not lit to hang upon a clothes-line peg ;
It pricked my heart, and would, I know, have
pricked yours,'
To see him at it. Well, he lost a leg,
One of his best, and now since that bereavement
His nether powers have passed into his head,
And soon he looks to compass great achievement,
Painting the B.A. red.
So you, my Eichard, you whose current plight is
A source of grave regret to loyal friends,
May from your bout of rude appendicitis
Emerge a poet shaped to ampler ends ;
Indeed, I think to see herein a special
Providence acting from a kindly heart,
Since, as I hope, your trivial loss of flesh '11
Go to the gain of Art.
I like to feel that this corporeal pruning,
Which seems at first to outrage Nature's plan,
May serve the, spirit's higher needs by tuning
Your soul to something which will rhyme and
scan ;
Better, we say, to miss a mere appendix
If from the ruins rise a purer strain
As of a young and blithe canary, when Dick 's
Back at his lamp again. 0. S.
In further illustration of the above theme, see picture on p. 358.
NOT CEICKET.
IN common with many other clubs, we of the Ditchling-
ton C. C. commence our season with a trial match — Married
v. Single, or Probables v. Possibles, or something of the
sort.
It has always been a dull affair at the best, and this
year, with so much adverse criticism in the air and so
much talk of the need of brighter cricket, we were
particularly anxious to render the match more attractive.
But nobody had any ideas.
However, we got our brighter cricket all right. This,
briefly, is what happened.
All the buckles, we found, had been removed from the
club pads.
A quantity of plaster of Paris had been placed in the
wicket-keeper's gloves. As usual, he held his hands under
the tap before putting on the gloves, and the latter had
subsequently to be removed with the aid of a chisel.
The new ball exploded with terrific force the first time
it struck the ground.
The bowling screens collapsed simultaneously, revealing
a number of scurrying females and two large flags inscribed
" Votes for Women ! "
And then we had to abandon the game and rush to
extinguish the fire in the pavilion.
HOW TO STIMULATE PLAY-GOING.
SIB, — To my mind the solution of this problem will be
found in the movement towards the fusion of audience and
actors so well begun by Professor REINHARDT, and continued
by the managements of our popular Eevues. Instead, how-
ever, of confining the artistes to a few isolated processions
through the stalls, let them be encouraged to mingle freely
with the spectators. The knowledge that certain seats
in — say — the Dress Circle would carry with them the
privilege of a heart-to-heart talk with the heroine over the
problems of the play, should do much to stimulate bookings.
Moreover, let the system already followed at the Duke of
York's during Peter Pan time be carried to its logical con-
clusion— bring every part of the theatre into the picture.
Thus, during a cowboy or highwayman drama, attendants,
properly attired, might demand sixpences for programmes
at the point of the pistol. At the bars fire-water might be
sold under similar conditions. After all, the change would
not bo very great, and the effect would be enormous.
Yours, etc., ALL THE WORLD A STAGE.
SIR, — Look at the matter from a practical and common-
sense point of view. Why do the public flock year after
year to our great Summer exhibitions? To contemplate
pyramids of somebody's soap, or to investigate the mysteries
of native crafts? No, Sir; what draw the real crowds are
such attractions as the Eazzle-Dazzle or the Bumpety-Bang.
In other words, the certainty of personal discomfort and
the probability of actual damage. Let us then apply this
principle to theatre-goings. Some of our present establish-
ments, it is true, go a certain way in this respect ; but more
could be done. For example, let some mechanical arrange-
ment bo fitted to the seats, so that (in addition to flying
up, as now, and letting down the unwary occupant who has
risen to let others pass — an excellent idea of its kind) they
may at uncertain intervals fling the spectators into the air or
otherwise maltreat them. Sow the auditorium with barbed
wire and electric shocks ; conceal tacks in the cushions, and
install water-sprinklers in the most unexpected places. You
will find that, so treated, the most unlucky theatre will pay
handsome dividends. Yours, etc., MARTYR.
P.S. — I see I have not suggested that the refreshment
served at the bars might be worse and more expensive. It
is useless to hope for this.
SIB, — What is wanted in theatres is more for the money.
Let the prices remain the same, but the performance com-
mence at six instead of eight, and last till midnight. Thus,
with shorter intervals, room would be found for the inclusion
of certainly two, and perhaps three, long plays and a front-
piece. We hear a great deal of the number 'of master- works
that never see the footlights ; my suggestion would give
everybody a chance. Yours hopefully, AUTHOR OF SIXTY.
SIR, — Nothing puts me into a worse temper than to see
people smoking, eating, or (especially) drinking on the stage,
when I in the audience want to and can't. I am convinced
that the failure of many modern plays is due to the jealousy
and irritation caused by this. Fortunately the remedy is
simple. Make the spectators in the truest sense participants ;
let no meal, drink, or cigarette be consumed upon the stage
without similar refreshment being simultaneously offered
to the house. Indifference will then be a thing of the
past. Yours, A PRACTICAL MAN.
SIR, — To make play-going agreeable the extract from the
LORD CHAMBERLAIN'S Eegulations should be altered to "the
safety-curtain will be lowered once at the commencement
of the performance, and remain down to the end."
Yours, etc., CYXICUS.
PUNCH, OR THE LONDON CHARIVARI.— MAY 7, 1913.
ROAD BLOCKED.
THE MONTENEGRIN BANTAM. "YOU GO EOUND ME IE YOU CAN, AND OVER ME IF YOU
DARE 1 "
MAY 7, 1913.]
PUNCH, OR THE LONDON CHARIVARI.
357
Broil-it (to Jones, whom he has not met since Oxford days). " MABBIED ? BATHEB 1 MY WIFE 'a JUST ISSIDE THEBE. WE 'VE BEEN
MAKKIED FOB TWO YE ADS."
Jones. "KEALLY! Two YEABS! THEK I SITPPOSE IT'S BATHEB TOO LATE FOB COXGBATULATIOXS."
MEMOIR OF A CELEBRATED JOKE.
I WAS a youngster of eighteen or twenty-two
When, I remember, the Joke had its birth ;
Now there are other jokes, good ones and plenty too,
Eaising their merited tribute of mirth ;
But this particular Joke, by the merriment
Which it evoked during week after week,
Proved itself more than a jesting experiment —
It was unique.
Those were the days when the heavy tragedian
Drew the big pay and the popular cheer ;
Nothing was thought of the merry comedian — •
He was considered the smallest of beer.
Then came the Joke ; the comedian's salary
Eose at a bound with his palpable hit ;
Night after night he drew shrieks from the gallery,
Eoars from the pit.
Well it is known that, as fast as the ferry can
Cross the Atlantic, our national japes
Forthwith are seized by the ruthless American
Journals and published in different shapes.
So with the Joke ; sheer insanity was it or
Midsummer madness that folk were beguiled ?
Anyhow, even the weary compositor
Wearily smiled.
Europe was merged in. a flood of hilarity ;
Paris became something gayer than gay ;
Spaniards approved It and out of their chanty
Told It to Moors who live over the way ;
Eussia and Turkey enjoyed It ; like phosphorus
Flaming in brilliance and frothy as yeast,
It was transported right over the Bosphorua
Into the East.
Onward it sped to the isles of the Andaman
(Spirits and health of the convicts improved),
On to Japan, too, where even so grand a man
As the Mikado was visibly moved ;
Passed through the deserts of desolate Tartary,
Welcome it found in Canton and Amoy,
Lightened the business of traffic and bartery —
Made it a joy.
So the whole world was convulsed — till a bigger or
Mirthfuller pleasantry rose in its place.
Now, when I tell the Joke, never a snigger or
Chuckle engages the listener's face ;
But in a style that is highly censorial
Someone says, " Chestnut 1 " and few will agree
That It deserved even this for memorial,
Written by me.
So the young jokes in their present prosperity
Must not suppose that their glory will last ;
It is their doom to be mocked by posterity,
Flung to the Limbo of jokes of the past ;
Yet to have lived for a season so sportively,
Though at the end you may cumber the earth,
Better this fate than to perish abortively,
Strangled at birth.
358
PUNCH, OR THE LONDON CHARIVARI.
[MAY 7, 1913.
THE VERSATILITY CHAMPION.
ALTHOUGH August is still far distant
The Daily Graphic, taking time by the
fetlock, lias put forth one of those
engaging feelers which usually do not
obtrude until the silly season is born.
Who, it asks its many readers, is the
most versatile man ?
The following letter, expressing very
reasonably and, wo think, convincingly,
the claims of Mr. C. K. SHORTER, the
well-known litterateur ajjd Editor of
The Sphere, seems to have come to our
office by mistake; but it is so readable
and to the point that we make no
apology for having appropriated it : —
LITERATURE AND ATHLETICS.
SIR,— Allow me to tell you once for
all who is the most versatile man living.
It is Mr. SHORTER, as
I will proceed to demon-
strate.
Born in 1780, Mr.
CLEMENT KING SHORTER
was just old enough to
provide the pennies (re-
quired in those days by
the myrmidons of the
death chamber) to close
the eyes of Dr. JOHNSON
("the great lexico-
grapher," as Mr.SHORTER
often brightly calls him).
Passing to France for
his early education, Mr.
SHORTER became inti-
mate with the Encyclo-
paedists, and so fre-
quently put them right
on small but not unim-
portant matters that his
lodging near the Sor-
bonne became a house
of call for all scholars of what-
ever grade. At the outbreak of
the Revolution Mr. SHORTER left for
Weimar, where he acquired that know-
ledge of the German tongue which has
made him justly famous; and was
instrumental in adding many fine
passages to the works of GOETHE, who
often expressed the opinion, to ECKER-
MANN and others, that but for CLEM
(as he called his English friend) he
would not be where he was.
During this time Mr. SHORTER'S
other activities were immense, for he
has never believed in brain work alone.
" Hens sana in corpore sano," he fre-
quently quotes, and it is not a mere
idle phrase either. As an oarsman, a
fives player, a fencer and a duellist with
pistol he was held in the highest
esteem. Yet it is hardly necessary to
mention his Newdigate and his Nobel
prizes, both of which he took when still
in his teens ; more to the point is it,
since we are on the topic of versatility,
to draw attention to his remarkable
influence on both BEETHOVEN and
ALFRED MYNN and his amazing asso-
ciation with GEORGE STEPHENSON, re-
sulting in the construction of the first
locomotive.
Meanwhile Mr. SHORTER always
found time for literary friends, and
SHELLEY, BYRON and WORDSWORTH
could never see enough of him. With
NELSON ho sailed several times, and
it was by his advice that the great
admiral, on becoming a peer, added
BRONTE to his title. NAPOLEON he also
knew, but somehow — the fault either
Fitz," as his boon companions called
him), and Mr. MAX PEMBERTON, J.P.,
—known, and very properly, as " The
Eevue King."
All
fish
SHORTER'S net.
that comes
He found it
Mr.
easy
to be witty with WHISTLER as senten-
tious with TUPPEH ; and on his week-
end walks through Wales with GEOUGE
BORROW he kept up his end with spirit,
and few were the tinmen he did not
fight or the gipsy girls he did not
chivalrously befriend.
Having for many years taken all
knowledge for his province Mr. SHORTER
of NAPOLEON or Mr. SHORTER, no one . naturally has not had so much time for
ever quite knew which — they did not
get on very well. Mr. SHORTER, how-
ever, bore no malice, and when, much
later in life, after a delightful first visit
THE WONDERS OP NATURAL HISTORY.
THIS DOG, NOT HAVING A TAIL TO WAG TO SHOW HIS JOY AT HIS MASTER'S
EETUBN, HAS DEVELOPED A BEMABKABLE POWEB OF FACIAL EXPEESSION.
to Spain in 1913 — for he has always
been an indefatigable and daring tra-
veller— he spent a few hours in St.
Helena, he was heard to remark,
thoughtfully, on regaining his vessel
(the one, by the way, with which he
won the America Cup), " A great little
man ! A great little man ! "
Nor did he allow his comparative
failure with NAPOLEON to prejudice him
in any way against the French. On the
contrary, he maintained relations of the
greatest cordiality with DUMAS, HUGO,
GEORGE SAND, LAMARTINE and MAR-
GUERITE ANDOUX ; and this, be it re-
membered, often at times when England
and France were anything but friendly.
CERVANTES, of course, he never met,
but nothing but the iron hand of time
could have kept them apart. In Eng-
land, such has been the catholicity of
Mr. SHORTER'S sympathies that he has
•been intimate with such different men
of genius as Lord MACAULAY, the fasti-
dious EDWARD FITZGERALD (or " Old
versatility as in the earlier phases of
his remarkable and stimulating career,
but he still drives off tlie tee with an
accuracy and power equalled only in a
dream of JOHN BALL; still
swims a stretch of the
Thames near Nine Elms,
equal in length to the
width of the Hellespont,
every morning when he is
in town ; still flies daily
between his home and his
office in an airship named
" Clement-Bayard " after
himself ; while in this
very year he is confident
of again, and for the third
time, carrying off the blue
ribbon of the Turf by
winning the Derby with
Celtic Fringe. His sen-
sational capture of the
Shorterhouse Stakes at
Newmarket five yeara
ago was the wonder of
the world.
When it is added that
Mr. SHORTER'S Literary
Letter in The Sphere is dictated by him
every week simultaneously in thirteen
languages ; that he can cook an omelette
with the best and is the amateur billiard
champion of the Giants Causeway, I
have perhaps said enough.
Yours, etc.,
ONE WHO KNOWS.
In connection
SECRETARY'S " Cat
with the HOME
and Mouse " Bill,
we understand that, for the convenience
of visitors to Holloway and other gaols,
there will be notice-boards put up at the
entrance, just as they have them at resi-
dential flats, giving the names of militant
prisoners, and against each name the
alternative words IN and OUT.
" THE BUDGET
0,000 MOBE NEEDED.
YET NO FBESH TAXATION."
Christian World.
Marvellous !
MAY 7, 1913.]
PUNCH, OR THE LONDON CHARIVARI.
359
Ml' SINGS FROM MOBECAMBE
\Vi: have received a letter from
correspondent who lias had tho goo<
CoHuno to attend t!io Competitive
Musical Festival at Morecamho. He
is full of admiration of tho prodigies o:
musical valour achieved by infan
hoys, girls and adults, whether individ-
ually or collectively, for tho patience ol
adjudicators, and the splendid results
of a movement which will always
:isso;:ial(!d with the name of tho late
MARV WAKEFIKLD. Yet he cannot resist
the temptation of indulging in a little
criticism in tho form of suggestions for
a series of supplementary prizes on tho
following linos : —
Prize I. — For the adjudicator who
gives his award with tho minimum ol
superfluous comment and irrelevant
facetiousness.
Prize II. — For the composer of a
now madrigal or part song which is
not suggestive of an equal admixture of
treacle and olives.
Prize III. — For the referee in the
tenor solo competition who listens to
more than fifteen competitors with the
least loss- of equanimity.
Prize IV. — For the conductor who
thinks more of poetry than pitch.
Prize V. — For any song-writer who
will set to appropiato music a lyric
more futile than tho following : —
BOBBY'S SECRET.
" Nursie told me this morning
Something *hat made me feel sore,
For nursie said that, unless I wed,
I should dio an old bachelor!
Now I 've a secret I '11 tell to you,
Though it makes mo feel rather bluo :
I don't love anyone but my granny,
And site's already Mrs. Mulvar.ey,
So that, only for grandpa, don't you see,
Why, granny might have waited for mo ! "
FINANCE AND FASHION.
(A note on 1913, specially contributed
by our Bond Street Bull.)
THE man in the street, they tell me,
is already not a little tired of Parlia-
mentary Committees and the evidence
of bankers and brokers. What then?
In tho butterfly world of fashion is no
such boredom. Everywhere the vogue
of tho City continues to reign supreme.
Spring has come, and Marconey Seal
muffs and Bear coverings are of course
being laid aside. But all through this
balmy month tho wireless noto will
predominate in my lady's modes et
robes. Hats are being worn with the
tail feather of the lyre-bird for a plume,
UK- hitter usually taking tho form of a
large interrogation mark. Gowns will
be cut on rigorous lines after the
'ire de ccmpagnie model, showing
R.A. (to humorist whom lie finds gazinj at his picture). "I HOPE YOU HAVEX'T COMB
tEBE TO BE FUNNY."
Humorist. "No; THIS is MY OFF-DAY. I'VE COME TO BE AMUSED."
f possible the exact figure, with a
jronounced slump in the decolletage.
The favourite tints will be ultramarine
and the charming new vermilion, to
which costumieres have given the name
of "Eufus."
In stockings the pretty "syndicate"
material will replace opsu-work.
The vogue of toy dogs seems to be
waning, and many smart women have
>een seen in the Park accompanied bv
ox terriers — wireless-haired, of course.
Even in m-ale attire the topic of the
noment has its influence on costume.
All the smartest men are wearing the
adjustable " Spicer " cuff's and dickey.
For neckwear, stocks are in evidence ;
but even more modish are the illus-
trated ties bearing a stamped portrait
of Messrs. WINSTON CHURCHILL and
HILAIBE BELLOC dancing with a quite
remarkable abandon the world-famed
Anglo-American Marconi Hug.
" The figures for tho best ball for the
fourteenth hole were : Ray 68 and Yardon 73."
Liverpool Echo.
Even aunty only took 12.
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PUNCH, OR THE LONDON CHARIVARI.
[MAY 7, 1913.
GETTING MARRIED.
III. — THE HONEYMOON.
" I KNOW I oughtn't to ba dallying
hero," I said; "1 ought to be doing
something strenuous in preparation for
the wedding. Counting the bells at
St. Miriam's, or varnishing the floors
in the flat, or— Tell me what I
ought to be doing, Celia, and I '11 go on
not doing it for a bit."
" There 's the honeymoon," said
Celia.
1 knew there was something."
Seriously, Eonald, what are you
do ng about it ? "
Thinking about it."
You haven't written to anyone
about rooms yet ? "
" Celia," I said reproachfully, " you
seem to have forgotten why I am
marrying you."
When Celia was browbeaten into her
present engagement, she said frankly
that she was only consenting to mari'y
me because of my pianola, which she
had always coveted. In return I
pointed out that I was only asking her
to marry me because I wanted some-
body to write my letters. There opened
before me, in that glad moment, a vista
of invitations and accounts-rendered all
answered promptly by Celia, instead
of put off till next month by me. It
was a wonderful vision to one who (very
properly) detests letter-writing. And
yet, here she was, even before the
ceremony, expecting me to enter into
a deliberate correspondence with all
sorts of strange people who as yet had
not come into my life at all. It was
too much.
" We will get," I said, " your father
to write some letters for us."
" But what 's he got to do with it ? "
" I don't want to complain of your
father, Celia, but it seems to me that
he is not doing his fair share. There
ought to be a certain give-and-take in
the matter. I find you a nice church
to be- -married in— good. He finds
you a nice place to honeymoon in-
excellent. After all, you are still his
daughter."
" All right," said Celia, " I '11 ask
Father to do it. ' Dear Mrs. Bunn, my
little boy wants to spend his holidays
with you in June. I am writing to ask
you if you will take care of him and see
that he doesn't do anything dangerous.
He lias a nice disposition, but wants
watching.' Something like that."
I got up and went to the writing-
desk.
"X can see I shall have to do it
myself," I sighed. "Give me the,
address and I '11 begin."
" But we haven't quite settled where
we 're going yet, have wo ? "
I put the pen down thankfully and
went back to the sofa.
" Good ! Then I needn't write to-
day, anyhow. It is wonderful, Celia,
how difficulties roll away when you
face them. Almost at once we arrive
at the conclusion that I needn't write
to-day. Splendid ! Well, where shall
wo go? This will want a lot of
thought. Perhaps," I added, " I needn't
write to-morrow."
" We had almost fixed on England,
hadn't we ? "
" Somebody was telling me that
Lynton was very beautiful. 1 should
like to go to Lynton."
"But everyone goes to Lynton for
their honeymoon."
" Then let 's be original and go to
Birmingham. ' The happy couple left
for Birmingham, whero the honeymoon
will be spent.' Sensation."
" ' The bride left the train at Baling.'
More sensation."
" I think the great thing," I said,
trying to be businesslike, " is to fix the
county first. If we fixed on Eutland,
then the rest would probably be easy."
" The great thing," said Celia, " is to
decide what we want. Sea, or river,
or mountains, or — or golf."
At the word golf I coughed and
looked out of the window.
Now I am very fond of Celia — I
mean of golf, and — .what I really mean,
of course, is that I am very fond of
both of them. But I do think that on
a honeymoon Celia should come first.
After all, I shall have plenty of other
holidays for golf . . . although, of
course, three weeks in the summer
without any golf at all Still, I
think Celia should come first.
" Our trouble," I said to her, " is
that neither of us has ever been on
a honeymoon before, and so we 've no
idea what it will be like. After all,
why should we get bored with each
other? Surely we don't depend on
golf to amuse us."
" All the same, I think your golf
would amuse me," said Celia. " Besides,
I want you to be as happy as you
possibly can be."
" Yes, but supposing I was slicing
my drives all the time, I should be
miserable. I should be torn between
the desire to go back to London and
have a lesson with the professional and
the desire to stay on honeymooning
with you. One can't be happy in a
quandary like that."
"Very well then, no golf. Settled?"
" Quite. Now then, let 's decide
about the scenery. What sort of soil
do you prefer? "
When I left Celia that day we had
agreed on this much : that we wouldn't
bother about golf, and that the
mountains, rivers, valleys, and so on,
should be left entirely to nature. All
wo were to enquire for was (in the
words of an advertisement Celia had
seon) " a perfect spot for a honeymoon."
In the course of the next day I heard
of seven spots; varying from a spot in
Surrey " dotted with firs," to a dot in
the Pacific spotted with — I forget
what, natives probably. Taken together
they were the seven only possible
spots for a honeymoon.
"We shall have to have seven honey-
moons," I said to Celia when I had
told her my news. " One honeymoon,
one spot."
" Wait," she said. " I have heard of
an ideal spot."
" Speaking as a spot expert, I don't
think that 's necessarily better than an
only possible spot," I objected. " Still,
tell me about it."
" Well, to begin with, it 's close to the
sea."
" So we can bathe when we 're bored.
Good."
" And it 's got a river, if you want to
fish "
" I don't. I should hate to catch a
fish who was perhaps on his honey-
moon too. Still, I like the idea of a
river."
"And quite a good mountain, and
lovely walks, and, in fact, everything.
Except a picture-palace, luckily."
" It sounds all right," I said doubt-
fully. " We might just spend the next
day or two thinking about my seven
spots, and then I might . . . possibly
. . . feel strong enough to write."
" Oh, I nearly forgot. I have written,
Eonald."
"You have?" I cried. "Then, my
dear Celia, what else matters ? It 's a
perfect spot." I lay back in relief.
" And there, thank 'evings, is another
thing settled."
" Yes. And, by the way, there is golf
quite close too. But that," she smiled,
"needn't prevent us going there."
" Of course not. We shall just
ignore the course."
" Perhaps, so as to be on the safe
side, you 'd better leave your clubs
behind."
' ' Perh aps I 'd better, " I said carelessly.
All the same I don't think I will.
One never knows what may happen
. . and at the outset of one's matri-
monial career to have to go to the
expense of an entirely new set of clubs
would be a most regrettable business.
A. A. M.
"To keep tho militants on the run, in
London and the provinces alike, is tin
way to extinguish their activity." — Standard.
Still, it should be good exercise for
somebody.
MAY 7, 1913.]
PUNCH, OR THE LONDON CHARIVARI.
361
TO BRIGHTEN WEDDINGS.
[Fancy dress was worn by guests at a recent prominent wedding, and it is hoped that the new fashion will goon extend to brides and
bridegrooms.]
MR. MAClSAACS AND MlSS MACSOLOMON IN THE TARTANS OF THE HONOURABLE REGGIE KNUTT AND MlSS GERTIE HlGH-
IHEIR RESPECTIVE CLANS. FLYEH AS PURITAN MAN AND MAID.
Mn. GOODENOUGH AND MlSS PfllSCILLA PRISM AS A BLADE AND LORD SANQAZUB AND LADY ANNE PORTCULLIS AS A. COSTEU
LADY OP THE COURT OP CHARLES II. AND HIS DONAH.
362
PUNCH, OR THE LONDON CHARIVARI.
[MAY 7, 1913.
Boy. "AND WHEN I GO TO HEAVES SHALL I MEET GBISELDA AXD MAKMADCKE?'
Mother. "YES, DEAB; I HOPE YOU'LL MEET ALL YOUB LITTLE FRIENDS."
Boy. "FANCY PEOPLE WITH 'BSUBD NAMES LIKE THAT GOING TO HEAVES!"
THE WORLD OF BOOKS.
MESSRS. JAMES EUTHEBFORD AND
Co. have just issued The Book of the
British Belshazzars and Britain's
Mene Mene Tekel ; or, Within Seven
Years, Except — — ." , We fancy busy
men will choose the second title.
" EITA " has been writing to the
press to protest against the advertise-
ments which her publisher places in her
books. It is all the more creditable to
Mr. JOHN LANE that his edition of
ANATOLE FRANCE'S The Gods areAthirst
should not contain a single drink ad-
vertisement.
Our Village Homes, by HUGH AHON-
SON, is a powerful indictment of oiu
present system of rural housing. We
do not, however, agree with the ex-
tremists who consider that the majority
of our country cottages should be
demolished. With a little cleaning up
many of them would make capital
pigsties.
We are glad to see from an adver-
tisement that a reviewer describes
Mr. EICHAED BIRD'S book, The Gay
Adventure, as " radiantly gay." It
would have been a blow for Mr. BIRD
if his book had been found to be
radiantly dull.
Messrs. CASSELL are producing
Railuwj Wonders of the World. We
hope that, for the British section, the
following marvels will be mentioned : —
A porter refusing a tip.
Railway directors protesting that
their fees are too high.
Messrs. HARPER have added to
their Library of Living Thought a
volume entitled Arc the Planets In-
habited ? \Ve imagine that a pretty
good case could be made out for the
one on which we live. Venus, on the
other hand, is certainly as a rule depicted
with little or nothing on her.
Self-made men should soon become
even more common than they are now.
Messrs. CEOSBY LOCKWOOD AND Co.
have published a handbook entitled
Every Man His Ou-n Builder.
Volume IV. of The Everyman En-
cyclopadia, which lias just appeared, is
a little unkind to Mr. LLOYD GEORGE.
Although it devotes six lines to
" Criccieth " it does not mention who
has a house there.
The following statement on the
cover of a book recently published is
surely a bit libellous :—
THE CURSE OF THE NILE
DOUGLAS SLADEH.
So is this :—
HOW CRIMINALS ARE MADE
J. W. HOBSLEY,
Hou. Canon of Southwark.
The appearance of The Dog Lover's,
Companion is announced. The com-
panion referred to is, we presume, a
dog.
Ready shortly — A Guide to the Best
Hundred Books on the War in the
Balkans.
"LONDON, April 19.— Hungwell, winner
of this- year's Waterloo Cup, was sold hero
to-day at auction for $5,510. The horse is a
great favorite." — New York Times.
We are glad that a horse has won the
Waterloo Cup at last. It was quite'
time.
PUNCH, OR THE LONDON CHARIVARI.— MAY 7. 1913.
THE LATEST SCANDAL.
Rvtiova (showing her season-ticket). "NOT LET MB IN ANY MORE? WHY, I'VE BEEN THE
LIL'l! AND SOUL OP THE WHOLE THING!"
POLICEMAN. "SORRY, MA'AM, BUT FROM INFORMATION EECEIYED I UNDERSTAND
THEY 'RE ABOUT TO GET TO BUSINESS."
KUIIOUB. "SO SOON! I CALL IT SCANDALOUS!"
MAY 7, 1913.]
PUNCH, OR THE LONDON CHARIVARI.
865
ESSENCE OF PARLIAMENT.
(EXTRACTED FKOM THE DIAISY OF TOBY, M.P.)
House of Commons, Monday, April
28. — After long series of exciting inter-
ludes Man in Street began to forget
existence of Marconi Committee. Re-
nli'd it as played out. This afternoon
burst forth in quick flame of wrath
exceeding all that had gone before.
Witness in chair, in that vugue casual
manner with which, in fashion un-
familiar to English public life, charges
calculated to ruin promising careers
have been levied against Cabinet
Ministers, hinted that there was a
third whoso name had been " men-
tioned in the City." Suspicion aroused
that he had used his official position
to obtain information respecting pros-
pects of Marconi enterprise, and had
secretly speculated upon it. Of course,
witness did not believe there was any
truth in this rumour, any more than
had predecessors in the chair who
dealt with the names of the CHANCELLOR
OP THE EXCHEQUER and the ATTORNEY-
GENERAL. Could not even name his
authority. But there you were. Just
mentioned it by the way, as who
should say, " A fine day," or (under
other circumstances), " How very wet."
Would rather not name the Minister
implicated; but if Committee insisted?
Well, it was the FIRST LORD OF THE
ADMIRALTY.
WINSTON sent for, and he came.
Burst into chamber like a tornado. In
swift succession of wholesome if stormy
gusts destroyed the frail fabric of
"flimsy gossip, unsupported tittle-
tattle," as he scornfully described it.
Having, in measured terms whose
precision and circumstantiality brought
into stronger light the fumbling charge
levelled against his honour, denied
that at any time, in any circumstances,
directly or indirectly, he had had
any interest in Marconi shares, he
added : "If anybody, at any time, has
said I have, that person is a liar and
a slanderer. If anybody has repeated
this statement and said he has no
evidence and ho believes it to be false,
but that there it is, the only difference
between that person and a liar and a
slanderer is that he is a coward in
addition."
The MEMBER FOR SARK delighted.
"It was," he remarked, "time this
was said. No one could have said it
better. LLOYD GEORGE and EUFUS
Is\\rs, properly anxious to dispel
lingering doubt as to falseness of
charges not made but insinuated, were
a little too meek in their demeanour,
a trifle too concerned to make full dis-
closure of their private affairs in
satisfaction of malignant curiosity.
WINSTON, in fashion that would have
delighted his father, took the anony-
mous slanderers by the throat and
shook the breath out of their bodies.
Pity he didn't turn up three months
ago. He would have made swift end
of the sorry business, as he has done
to-day."
SARK, who is rather proud of his
recollection of episodes in English
History reluctantly acquired in school-
days, finds in the incident with the
story of which House and Lobby are
ringing the most dramatic scene in
Parliamentary record since CROMWELL
WINSTON STRANGLES A CANARD.
With acknowledgments to Mr. ALBERT
HODGE, sculptor of "A Mighty Hunter"
(No. 1821) at the Royal Academy.
dropped in at Westminster, spoke dis-
respectfully of the Mace, and dissolved
House of Commons.
" Longo intervallo, of course," he
admits. " Still you get the sudden
impulse, the swift movement and the
paralysing effect."
Business done. — Marconi Committee
begin to think it has had enough of it.
On Wednesday motion will be made
that it " doth forthwith proceed to
consider its Report."
House of Lords, Tuesday.— Noble
Lords coming back to work after yester-
day's exhausting sitting of five minutes
rewarded by hearing instructive paper
read by MONTAGU OP BEAULIEU on
subject of Military and Naval Aviation.
Successor to new peerage in ancient line
he remains " JOHN SCOTT " to a widecircle
of admiring friends. Aviation's artful
aid a comparatively new attraction for
him. Outside matters of high State
policy he made his mark as one of the
earliest advocates of motoring. 'Twas
he who gave the lato KING EDWARD his
first ride in the conquering car. When
he took to the new means of road
conveyance it was regarded as a
less temptation of Providence. Wives
viewed with mixed feelings the depar-
ture of their husbands on an excursion.
They were united in apprehension that
they might never see them any more —
at least not bodily intact.
JOHN SCOTT was the first man who
drove into Palace Yard in a motor car.
It is striking evidence of the frame
of m nd with which the novelty was
regarded at that not far distant time
that when he made a second attempt
lie was stopped at the gate by the
police. To-day four-wheelers and han-
soms have hopelessly driven off and
the Yard resounds with stentorian sum-
mons of " Tax-ee" by police on duty.
Sighing for new worlds to conquer,
JOHN SCOTT, with the enthusiasm of
perpetual youth, now gone in for
aviation. This afternoon moved for
elaborate return showing the number
of • dirigibles, aeroplanes, hydro-aero-
planes, possessed by the chief countries
of the world, including Great Britain,
as usual in these matters, so patriots
put it, lagging in the rear.
As BEAUCHAMP, replying for Govern-
ment, meekly said, Why should the
Department prepare returns? The
noble lord had himself supplied one
whose fulness could hardly be exceeded.
He would certainly refer the matter to
the War Office and would ask them
whether they were able to enlarge on
information supplied by questioner.
Seemed to think this not probable.
What JOHN SCOTT doesn't know about
aeroplanes is not worth teaching in an
elementary school.
Business done. — In Commons, third
debate on " the People's Budget." Much
talk but little fight. Resolutions im-
posing Tea Duties and Income-tax
agreed to without division.
House of Commons, Friday. — When
newly-elected Member for Shrews-
bury arrived to take the oath there
was forthcoming striking evidence of
the strained condition of Members
supervening on exceptionally prolonged
attendance at Westminster. Safely
delivered at Table (with some difficulty
to his escort by reason of his persistence
in halting at the wrong spot to repeat
obeisance to the Chair) the Clerk as
usual handed him copy of the Biblo
and form of oath. Instructed to hold
the former in his right hand he uplifted
it at arm's length above his shoulder
as if about to discharge cricket ball with
3GG
PUNCH, OR THE LONDON CHARIVARI.
[MAY 7, 1913.
liich delivery against the opposing I women waste so much time— in thrash-
:„,» «,,f *Ua ;,-i.r>lo»-nTif nfc t.hn nvnnnsfi or
defence, or thereabouts.
This early impression swiftly gave
place to another more disturbing. As a
student of modern Parliamentary man-
ner, was BUTLER LLOYD about to dis-
tinguish himself on the very threshold
of his Parliamentary career by chucking
the book at the head of the CHANCELLOR
OF THE EXCHEQUER seated . on the
Treasury Bench with folded arms, un-
conscious of peril ?
RONALD McNEiLL the first to recog-
nise contingency. His natural personal
ing out the irrelevant at the expense of
the essential. Now had we been two
females we should have committed a
our respective duties, and yet, should
the old lady take a fancy to one sock,
or desire a linen collar as a memento
of our patronage, you cannot blame me
fundamental error in the preliminary and I have no word to say against you.
division of labour. Wo should have That is where the male mind scores so
allotted one to the other certain definite over its female counterpart. It is the
and distinct departments. You, for i triumph of method over unreasoning
example, might have undertaken the routine."
replenishment of the larder, while I was " It 'a organisation in the little things
replenishment
responsible for the mathematical and
literary labours attendant upon the
week's washing. What would have
been the result '! We should each have
that is the secret of our success."
" Exactly — orrather in the apparently
little things. Now a woman doesn't
realise that the tiniest nut in an
interest in the procedure attracted
general attention. Scene at Table better than our own,
breathlessly watched — the Clerk,
with air of listening intently to
recital of "the oath, keeping ono
eye fixed on the uplifted right
hand, ready to dodge anything
that might come his way ; new
Member slightly swaying ' his
arm preparatory to letting fly ;
LLOYD - GEORGE innocently
smiling to himself as he thought
of the exquisite humour of the
phrase about " the People's
Budget." • ! .
It seemed to last for minutes.
Was really only seconds before
House was relieved by" new
Member lowering his arm and
returning the Bible'to the Clerk,
studiously avoiding osculatory
attention. •
After all, nothing in it.
Apparently a way they have in
Shropshire of taking the oath.
Business done.— Second Bead-
ing of London Elections Bill
moved and carried by 193 votes
against 103.
felt that we could do the other's work engine is of far greater import than
and it would have , the
Tho now Member for Shrewsbury assumes a
threatening aspect.
THE TRIUMPH OF METHOD.
" I THINK, Peter," I remarked,
" that we may congratulate ourselves led to a series of petty jealousies and so that the other articles should work
noise which the machine emits
in the performance of its duties.
For example — this little fact
will show you the importance
of logical forethought. You will
admit that, even with the hypo-
thetical care which our worthy
washer-woman bestows on the
chattels committed to her care,
the cleansing process is detri-
mental to the structure of the
various fabrics. You will also
recognize the point that, if two
portions of our linen go in alter-
nate weeks to the wash-tub
while the remainder lies per-
manently in the cupboard, then
the various items will not wear
out equally fast. Some will be
new and some in rags. A thing
to be avoided."
" Certainly," I agreed with
conscious pride.
" Therefore," said Peter
proudly, " my male mind at
once saw the difficulty and
seized on the best method to
overcome it. There was no
talk, no fuss — just quiet action.
When the clean linen returned
I invariably placed each article
at the bottom of its own pile,
upon the way in which things have
turned out.
both made
household matters, but for the last six
months we have reduced our manage-
It is true that at first we
sundry little mistakes in
ment to a fine art."
And therein lies
our success," he
replied. " Housekeeping is a fine art.
It is usually, and quite erroneously,
considered to be a form of unskilled
labour. It is also generally supposed
to bo one of those matters which lie
entirely in the province of the other
sex. Like most things which women
do well, it can be still better done by
men when they set themselves seriously
to the task. The male mind is able to
grasp the broad general outlines of a
division of labour without the necessity
of eternal discussion over the trivialities
of respective tasks. That is where
squabbles, instead of the present happy
result of the maximum of economy and
the minimum of friction. The effect of
our dividing each and every separate
and distinct branch '
" One man, one twig," I suggested.
" — is that we are mutually and
indistinguishably responsible both for
the preliminary failures and for the
more recent succession of brilliant
achievements."
"Hear! Hear!" I said, as he paused
to moisten his lips.
" Take for example the subject I have
already touched on — that of the washer-
woman and her duties. You list the
things and send them to her — and put
out the clean linen. I check the list
on its return and replace the various
articles in the cupboard. What could
be simpler '? We each know and perform
up to the top and take their fair turn
at the wash."
" And if we had been two women,"
I replied, " it might have prevented
me, when laying out the clean linen,
from taking each article from the
bottom of its own pile, so that the
others should invariably work down
from the top and take their fair turn in
the house."
Commercial Candour.
" For Sale. — "sEgg 'Non TareU' Incubator,
used only once with success.
Adrt. in "Madras Times."
"Wanted, at once, Capstan Lathe Hands,
used to chucking work."
Sta/ordsJdre Sentinel.
Members of the Capstan Lathe Hands
Union should apply at once.
MAY 7, 1 !)!:(.]
PUNCH, OR THE LONDON CHARIVARI.
307
COWSLIP WINE.
THE river ran unheeding ;
The cuckoo made his mock;
The big trout wasn't feeding ;
I drowsed beside the lock ;
It might, have been the weather,
It might have been the stream,
Or p'raps 'the two together
That made me dream a dream.
I dreamt a dream of Maytime,
Of hawthorns white as snow,
Tho village green at playtime
A hundred years ago ;
A dream of bow and fiddle
And dancing on the green,
A maypole in the middle,
The finest ever seen.
Tho maids were red as roses
That took each ribbon rope ;
The lads who held their posies
They shone with health and soap
Each lass had got her lover,
Save one I did espy
As plump as any plover,
As sweet as cherry pio.
I slipped an arm around her ;
The fiddles called to me ;
As light of foot I found her
As e'er a lass could be ;
We danced it, and the same was
" Most wonderful to tread ;
I asked her what her name was,
And, "Hephzibah," she said.
The fiddlers were in fettle ;
Too soon the dance was done ;
I sat her on a settle,
All dimpling in the sun ;
I found for her a fairing,
This pretty maid of mine,
A kerchief for her wearing,
And cake and cowslip wine.
I said, " My dear, I love you
Most tender and most true ;
You little, pretty dove, you,
Oh, won't you love me too ? "
White lids the blue eyes' beaming
Swift shadowed as I spoke ;
'Twas then — so much for dreaming —
Twas then that I awoke.
The cuckoos still were calling ;
In amber, jade and pearls
Tho splashing weir was falling,
To spin in silver swirla
As gaily as a dancer ;
But I was grave, for ah,
I never had your answer,
My little Hephzibah 1
" Winslow's casual ward is very popular
with vagrants. There is no hard work. Stone
breaking and opium picking did not pay, so
they wero dropped."— Daily Mail.
A pity, for opium picking sounds a
soothing occupation.
CULTURE AT SURBITON.
Dear Child. "We DON'T LIKE MB. SHADBURT, MAMMA, DO WE?
BIRDS ARE SIN am a I "
BE TALES WBEX THE
THE OBJECT-LESSON.
" You have been a good father to me,
Sir. You have never disguised your
Little failings ; you have allowed me to
profit by your mistakes."
" I have not prevented you from
making your own — perhaps that is
what you mean."
" No, Sir, not at all. Did you ever
hear of my writing to the papers or
looking out other people's trains or
auilding a dog-kennel ? Never, Sir.
You have educated me by sheer force
of example."
" I see that I must give up these
simple pursuits. I am very much to
Dlame. . . . Tell me, what is on at the
Vacuity Theatre this evening ? "
" I 'm afraid you wouldn't care about
it, Sir. It mightn't suit your Victorian
cast of mind."
" Oh, well, I can take a run down in
the car and see — if you will tell the
chauffeur, please, that I am your father."
" Certainly, Sir."
" And you might move Out the hat-
stand so that I can push it over when
I come in."
" It was not the hat-stand, Sir, but a
stick which fell down last night. And
the chauffeur knows you perfectly well,
for you pay his wages."
" True."
" I don't think irony is quite in your
line, Sir ; you are tempted to exaggerate.
And in any case it is lost upon an
audience of one."
" That is what I was endeavouring
to demonstrate, my dear boy."
368
PUNCH, OR THE LONDON CHARIVARI.
[MAY 7, 1913.
THE RETURN.
HAVING a moral duty and a delicate
task to perform, I marched up the
marble staircase and through the big
glass doors. "1 have come," said I,
" to have a chat with somebody."
The man behind the counter (it was
a big counter and there were many men
behind it, but only one of them took
any real fancy to mo) — the man behind
the counter (though perhaps that de-
scription does inadequate justice to a
very superior clerk in a very superior
insurance company's very superior head
office)— the man behind the counter, if I
might perhaps just be allowed to finish
this sentence, as good as told me to
chat on.
" It is about some trousers," I began.
"Trousers?" said he," raising his
eyebrows, but dropping them again
almost immediately.
"Yes," said I, "a pair of them.
Twins, I might say, and so alike that
you could not tell t' other from which.
But then you did not often get the
chance, for they were inseparable and
always went about together. As often
as not I went with them, but there
came a day when they made up their
minds to go out 'into the world
alone."
I gave him his opportunity, but he
had nothing to say. So I continued :
" How well I remember that Friday
evening when we parted company ! It
had been a heavy day in the City, and
I was due to be in the country for the
week-end. I left them to rest and
recuperate in my flat. When I returned
on the Monday they were gone. The
affair did not attract much attention at
the time ; the British public was either
ignorant or apathetic. We ourselves
thought little enough of it until it
suddenly occurred to me that they were
heavily insured."
At that word the man showed his
first signs of beginning to sit up and
take notice. Up till then he had been
very busy adding up figures in a ledger
while I talked.
" It was when I recollected," I said,
" that I was paying you twenty-five
shillings a year to cover fire and
burglary risks that the suspicion of
foul play first crossed my mind. The
more I thought of the matter the more
sure did I become that they had been
made away with. Knowing you would
be interested, I wrote and told you all
about it. You answered that my com-
munication was to hand and was re-
ceiving attention, and had I any clues ?
I replied that I hadn't, and if I had
they were poor substitutes for trousers.
And eventually you agreed to contribute
to the erection of a fac-simile of the
dear departed upon the very site they
used to occupy."
The man leant right across the
counter and examined me thoroughly.
To cut a long and painful story short,"
said he, " you have come to show us the
fac-similes. On behalf of my Company
I express our hearty appreciation. And
now, since to continue it would only
be to harrow your feelings, we might
perhaps consider the interview at an
end."
I trust that at the critical moment I
showed no signs of confusion. " No,"
I answered, " Er — no; these are not
the fac-similes. But if you are really
interested I will tell you what they are1.
It is a longish history, but I have felt
that you are entitled to the whole of it,
if you insist."
I paused. I continued pausing while
he added up another column of figures
and added it up again. It must have
come the same both times for he sud-
denly lost interest in it and returned
to me and the trousers.
"As you were saying ?" he
observed.
"I was remarking," said I, " on the
transient nature nowadays of mysterious
disappearances, eloping vicars and so
forth. Subsequent investigation as
often as not reveals a state of circum-
stances very different from that depossd
to in the first impulsive statement of
the bereaved ; the persons said to have
disappeared not only have not been
made away with but have not, in fact,
disappeared. It is much the same with
trousers."
His attention, which had been
momentarily stimulated by my allusion
to eloping vicars, fell off again and he
started on yet another column, but,
stolid fellow though he was, whom no
passionate tale of tragedy could long
distract from his arithmetic, he be-
came interested when I produced thirty
shillings and put them thoughtfully on
the counter.
" What 's this for ? " he asked.
" Conscience money," I said briefly ;
but, seeing that he wanted some sort of
explanation to lay before his Board of
Directors, " it is like this," I concluded.
" Some little time ago your Company
was kind enough to give me money to
buy myself the lower half of a new suit.
Circumstances have arisen in which I
think it is true etiquette for me on my
part to make a similar present to your
Company."
Naturally enough he asked for the
name of the generous donor.
" On the whole," I said with a mag-
nanimous air, " I would prefer to remain
anon."
Thereupon I, and the trousers, de-
parted.
LOVE AND A LICKING.
TWAS a ding-dong game to the
fifteenth green ;
No doubt I was oft in peril,
But I stuck to the safe Platonic mean
And, addressing her, said, " Miss
Beryl."
She was taking a stroke from the
gentlemen's tee ;
Her driving was long, if flashy ;
But. I said, "This is never the girl
for, me ! "
When she muffed an approach with
her mashio.
She played for a pull, and I cried,
" Hot 'stuff ! "
And noticed her nice complexion,
Till she sliced her ball right into the
rough,
And I thought, " Is her nose per-
fection?"
But she managed to hold her own
uncheckt
(Her niblick shots were striking),
And I said) " She's a girl who com-
mands respect ;
Not love, but at least sound liking."
And so she arrived at the sixteenth tee
Two up (through a lucky stymie),
And I foozled my drive, while hers
dropped free
Where the grass was short and thymy.
My second I topped ('twas a rotten lie),
But she with her cleek swung finely—
No effort, no force — and the ball
soared high,
And she followed it through divinely.
Oh, fair and true her approach was
sped,
And I saw her fourth (with her
putter)
From the edge of the green laid dead —
laid dead ! —
With a joy that I scarce could utter!
" You are down in five, not counting
your stroke,
While I took seven to do it ;
You have won three up," were the
words I spoke ;
"You're the wife for me — I
knew it ! "
I dropped on my knees, I pleaded sore :
" You have won ! Be pitiful, very ! "
(I paid no heed to the cries of " Fore ! ")
" O Miss Beryl ! — or may I say
' Berry ' ? "
Having braved the hazard, I 'm bun-
kered clean,
And I feel I rejoice to fall so ;
I have met my match on the six-
teenth green,
And the banns shall be " three up "
also.
MAY 7, 1913.]
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369
THE OPTIMIST.
BILLY is very brave. He knows not
the meaning of the word fear, especially
if it takes tlie form of linico, and as for
the word (/>oj3<'o> I don't believe lio can
do a thing with it. To his invincible
coin-ago -Billy adds an unquenchable
optimism. He is fond of telling people
that ho really enjoys cold baths ; that
very frosty weather invigorates him, and
very hot weather fills him with health ;
and that the world, contrary to the over-
whelming verdict of popular opinion, is
not actually going to the dogs. But
Billy has his weak spot. A dentist
scares him to death.
The moment I saw Billy last Monday
I realized that something was wrong.
His faco was grim — tragic. It looked
as if he had been face to face with one of
the great facts of life — love or death or
poverty or indigestion. I stopped and
spoke to him sympathetically.
" Billy," I said, " was it a filling ? "
"I suppose it may have been," said
Billy. He seemed glad to see me, but
lie spoke very calmly, as men speak
after an accident in which there has
been great loss of life. " They tipped
me horizontal in the chair," ho said
gravely ; " they strapped me to one of
my own teeth ; they probed me to find
which part hurt most ; after they had
found it, they tore a great jagged hole
there with the electric torturer, and
filled it with a cartload of putty ; and
then they said, 'That's all we have
time for to-day. Come in for a wedge
to-morrow and wo '11 take it out the day
after and meddle with the putty the
day after that. Then next Saturday
afternoon, if it's nice sunny weather,
we may have a chance to get round to
this great big painful fellow that 's
dying by inches up in the back of your
head.' "
Billy mused. " To-morrow, and to-
morrow, and to-morrow," Ii3 quoted
bitt3rly.
" Come, come, Billy," I said. " Pull
yourself together. You are an optimist.
Try to see the bright side of the
thing."
; I suppose there is one," said Billy
meditatively. And at last I saw the
old gleam of cheerfulness in his eye.
"I have it,"li3 ciiel. "Perhaps the
thing has its use after all. In these
days of disarmament and universal
peace, our young men will become pink
and mild and flabby unless we offer a
substitute for war. The substitute is
ready: for the heroism of the battle-
field the heroism of the dentist-chair.
There 's romance for you ! "
Somehow I wasn't convinced. " It
won't go," I insisted. " Romance is
dead. Chivalry is dead. I fail to see the
Purchaser. "Bci YOU HAD IT MARKED FIVE SHILLINGS YESTERDAY?"
Dealer in Odds and Ends. " AH, YES ; BUT LAST NIGHT I VASH HIM AND DE KAMI: I FIXD
ON HIM VELASQUEZ ; so FOB SURE HE is VORTH SEVEN-ASD-SIXPENCE."
glamour of dentistry. Your optimism is
misplaced."
But Billy stood enraptured with his
own idea. The smiles broke out all
over his face like a rash. " Think of
it," he cried, " the war of the next
century — the call to the front — the
young men going out one by one from
the comfortable waiting-room, with its
pile:I magazines and pleasant news-
papers, to — they know not what 1
Ambrose, the call has come. Bring me
my toothbrush. Already I seem to see
the white-coated enemy and the light
flashing from the weapons of war. I
march to my doom in silence. No
drums beat . . . Yes, I am ready . . .
Bzzz . . bzzz . . bzzzz . . No, thanks,
I am not badly wounded ; it is a mere
scratch in the gum. They have shot
me full of gold and silver, but they
cannot kill me. Half-a-tootli, half-a-
tooth, half-a-tooth onward I Ah, the
Eomance of War! "
Billy was an optimist again.
Encouraging Crime.
"Fornand Rassani, For hardly beating his
donkey, fined P.T. 100 and Costs."
Egyptian Mail.
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THE MONKEY.
" IT 's a funny thing," said the girl who helped in the
Flat, " 'ow you seem to be goin' along quite smooth one
minute, with everybody smilin' at you and thinkin' what
fine piople you are — you know what I mean — and the next
minute suthin' 'appens and you're out in the middle of the
street chasin' after your umhreller or your 'at and all the
motor-'buses a-top of you. That 's the sort o' thing that
'appened to Mrs. Wortle when she took a lodger; not
through 'er meanin' of it, o' course, but sudden like, jest as
if she'd got into the wind and it took 'er orf of 'er legs, as
the sayin' is. We shouldn't 'a' minded that so much, but it
ketched father and mother too before it 'ad done and give
'em a nawsty slap.
" Mrs. Wortle lives next door to us : she 's seen better
days. She often drops in on mother and tells 'er about the
great things she used to do — 'Ampton Court Palis, or the
'Spaniards' at 'Ampstead 'Eath, and sultana kikes and
'am sangwiches, no end of a set-out all the year round, if
you can believe what she says. Mother plays up to 'er and
sets 'er goin'. ' Mrs. Wortle,' she says, ' tell us the story,'
she says, ' about Mr. Wortle ketchin' the perliceman a crack
o' the jor'; ' or, ' Won't you oblige us with that bit about
Mr. Wortle and the bottle o' chempine when the cork
wouldn't come out?' and then the old girl winds 'erself up
and orf she goes so 's you can't stop 'er. She says it does
'er good to talk about the times when there was always
a ten-pun' note to spend and no questions asked.
" Well, she made up 'er mind to take a lodger, and a
fortnit ago come next Friday she got one. A Bo'emian 'e
was, a brown-lookin' man with no end o' black 'air on 'is
'ead, and a black mustarch and a lot o' white to 'is eyes.
'E worked' for a cabinet-maker and played the guitar, but
'is name I can't rightly misremember. It was like sneezin'
or crackin' walnuts in your teeth. Sometimes I could say
it once, but if I tried again it 'd mike me bust with larfin',
so I give it up. O' course 'e couldn't talk English beyond
sayin' 'Ow de do, or God save the King, or cawfy and milk,
and that don't tike you far. Then 'e 'd go off in 'is own
Bo'emian, and that sounded sorter silly to me, like cats
quarrellin' ; but all furriners is like that. 'Ow they ever
get along at all is more 'n I can understand.
" This Bo'emian 'ad a monkey with him, a bit of a thing
no bigger 'n a puppy-dog, the funniest little atomy you ever
see, all chatter and mikin' fices, as you may say. It
snuggled in 'is coat and seemed as clever as a Christian.
It took Mrs. Wortle all of a nonplush when she set eyes on
it, and at fust she said she couldn't 'ave a monkey lodgin'
in 'er 'ouse. She was sure Mr. Wortle wouldn't 'a' liked it
if 'e could 'a' come from the grave — them was the words
she said. But when the Bo'emian set the little feller down
and 'e got to work pertendin' to ketch fleas in the mat
afore the fireplace, and then turned 'ead over 'eels all round
the room, she give in. She. said it was enough to mike a
cat larf.
" It was a Friday when the Bo'emian come in to
Mrs. Wortle's with 'is box and 'is monkey, and on Sunday
father missed 'is pipe and mother couldn't find 'er Sunday
cap. A fine "unt there was all over the 'ouse, but we
couldn't pitch on 'em no'ow. The back winders 'ad bin
open, but nobody paid no attention to that. The same day
Mrs. Wortle told us she 'd lost a phortygraft frame, brass
and red plush. She 'ighly valued it, because she'd meant
to put a picture of Mr. Wortle in it, but 'e got the dropsy
before 'e could git 'is phortygraft took, and she 'd kep it
empty to remember 'im by. Monday was washin' day, and
that arternoon the linen was 'ung out in the backyards all
along our row of 'ouses. It's a pretty sight to see it
blowin' about, mikin' shipes like men and women and all
lookin' so fat and funny. Arter tea that day I 'appened
to he lookin' out o' the back winder. All of a sudden
I see there was no linen on Mrs. Wortle's lines. It
was all lyin' on the ground any'ow. Then I took another
look and, would you believe it, I see that there mischievious
monkey come over the wall and ketch 'old of our line.
Then 'e swings 'isself along, and before you could say old
'Any 'e 'd pinched all the pegs orf o' the line and chucked
'em away, and down went father's shirts and 'is drawers
and mother's things and mine into the mud. Such a
set-out you never saw ! I 'ollered blue murder, and the
Bo'emian puts 'is black 'ead out and whistles to 'is monkey;
but the saucy little feller 'ad tied 'isself up in one o'
mother's petticoats and 'e couldn't get out. The Bo'emian
'ad to come round and fetch 'im. That was the end o'
Mrs. Wortle's lodger. She 'ad to git rid of 'im, o' course.
They found father's pipe all gnawed to bits and a piece o'
the phortygraft frame in the monkey's box ; but what
became o' mother's cap we never rightly knew. I reckon
the monkey must 'a' swallered it."
TO A DACHSHUND IN SPRINGTIME.
PETER, the Spring — see ALFRED'S panegyric —
Which makes the wanton lapwing change his crest
And spurs the half-pay Colonel to a lyric,
Finds you a bit depressed.
Now the rathe primrose coyly pranks the dingle,
An azure sky is in the lake portrayed ;
A marked disinclination to be single
Affects both youth and maid.
The lambkins, marvelling how meads grow daisied,
Curvet in joyous nescience of the hint
Conveyed by garden plots, wherein is raised
The surely crescent mint.
Peter, these portents of the vernal season
Wake no response within your ample chest ;
You have your private and conclusive reason
For liking Winter best.
To-day, when winds blew chill, wo walked the faster ;
When we reached home again, a gentle cough
And sadly plaintive look accused me — " Master,
Our parlour fire is off."
Yet, since your sense of etiquette is rigid,
You stayed awhile with me, crouched on the floor ;
Long shiverings shook you ; and then, semi-frigid,
You snuffled at the door.
I opened, and with anguish almost human
You left the hearth-rug home of your desire,
And toddled off to Cook, that thoughtful woman,
Who always has a fire.
From a bioscope advt. in The Statesman :—
1 ' Anni VAL IN BOMBAY OP
LORD WILLINGDON,
The New Governor,
AND DEPARTUBE OP
LORD SYDENHAM,
AND
ALSO THREE OTHEB LATEST COMICS."
Who are Lord SYDENHAM'S colleagues ?
" There is, of course, a possibility that Austria is taking her chance
of a policy of bluff in proposing to take the bit into her teeth by
taking matters in her own hand."' — Manchester Evening News.
Can't she do something with her foot ?
MAY 7, 1913.]
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371
Sympathetic Voice (in the distance). "How ARE you GETTING ON, OLD MAN?"
Sanguine Beginiier. "FIRST-RATE. JUST MADE THREE PERFECT PUTTS ON THE LAST CHEEN."
OUR BOOKING-OFFICE.
(By Mr. Punch's Staff of Learned Clerks.)
As a reviewer I could wish that every book were as short
as The Open Window (CHAPMAN AND HALL), except The
Open Windoiv itself. In whatever capacity I had read it, I
must have found too fleeting a pleasure in Mr. E. TEMPLE
THUHSTON'S note-book of a country parson, a diary senti-
mental in the best sense of that word. One may write of
(lowers and birds with the utmost delicacy and grace, and
may touch upon the sorrow of a dying wife, and an only
daughter leaving for a far corner of the world, with a
melancholy the most quiet and restrained, and yet may
leave the reader suspicious of effeminacy and clamorous
for the virile and robust. Mr. THUKSTON'S humour and
humanity have kept him admirably clear of this fault. He
has avoided that maudlin hypersensitiveness epidemic in an
age of literature which is possibly too little sympathetic
with the small boy, whose catapult, on page 133, brought
down the bullfinch, and too much inclined to dote upon the
sweet lady who, at page 135, buried that bullfinch in her
garden and put up a little gravestone to remember it by.
Myself, I was for the sportsman ; after all, he was there to
protect the cherry blossom, and, if he chose a sinful way of
doing it, that was his business and a matter he must
account for to others than officious passers-by. If the
diarist, on the other hand, is all for the interfering lady, he
is yet so pleasant and modest about it that the difference
of opinion doesn't rankle, and the conclusion is that some
think one way and some another and both are as right as
they are wrong.
I don't know that I equally approve of the sketches of
Mr. CHAKLES ROBINSON, interspersed throughout. They
are pretty and dainty, but lack definiteness and substance.
There is, however, one astonishing exception, the oddness
of which I attribute to some fault in the reproduction. It
is just intelligible that the gentleman who on the cover is
shown to be looking through the open window should be
in striped pyjamas, but there is no excuse for his having
the face of an unmistakable negro and an habitual criminal
to boot.
The Heart of the Hills (CONSTABLE) is the most thoroughly
American novel that I have encountered for some time.
Your first impression is likely to be one of admiration for
the fidelity with which Transatlantic idiom has been re-
produced in the dialogue ; later you will note with interest
that the explanatory passages are also written in the same
style. I fancy that Mr. JOHN Fox, Jr. (by the way, why
Jr., and who is the other cne?) enjoys a reputation in
God's Own Country which .has escaped me over here. I
hasten to add that if so it is thoroughly deserved. The
story of a vendetta among the mountain settlers is told in
a way that grips attention by many qualities. It is also an
extraordinary history for twentieth-century readers to hear
of their own times and a so-called civilized country. Because
the boy Jason's father, a Hawn, had apparently been shot
by one of the Honeycutts, it seems to have been indisputedly
Jason's mission in life to even the score. The final scene,
in which the two aged heads of the rival houses encounter
in a pass, and batter each other with enfeebled fists till the
loss of their spectacles and the arrival of the now reconciled
sons put an end to the fray, is one that lingers in the
memory for its grim humour. When the author camo
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[MAY 7, 1913.
down to the plains the book did not thrill me so much ; as
here the political contests of Eepublicans and Democrats
too local not to be sadly bewildering to the English
Time's Wallet (SIDGWICK AND JACKSON), because the
authors, LUCY DALE and G. M. FAULDING, have got nearer
the real thing than is generally the case with books of this
mind. One thing I should have liked more of, and ( kind. They succeed fairly well in making me forgot that
that is the drawings of Mr. HAROLD COPPING, whoso the letters are written in cold blood by themselves for the
single illustration is alone well worth the price of the ! eye of the public. Almost they persuade me to believe that
fl^A f\*-r» xvru-non _ fv*ian*3a U».
book.
Several people, wanting dif-
ferent magic doors opened to
faith, to love, to fame, to wealth,
say " Open Sesame " in the
novel of that name by B. PAUL
NEUMAN (MURRAY) ; and for
some the miracle happens, for
others it simply doesn't, which
is the orthodox way of miracles.
The most interesting failure is
that of William Henry Portcous,
destined for the Church and
choosing to be a healer and to
run a church of his own. It is
a curious, a clever, and, so far
as one has data for judging, a
sound study of a flat, ppmpous
young man with some strange
gift of personal magnetism but
no sincerity of conviction or
depth of character, who succeeds
in his first healing ventures,
but fails in his public test,
bringing down his reputation,
his health and " the Church of
the Gifts " in a common ruin.
I can't think, however, that it
is an artistic achievement to
give so much of this poor
victim's, conversation when his
wits are gone. The task of
extracting pathos out of this
kind of horrible inconsequence
is surely too easy to be worth
doing. Perhaps it isn't quite
fair to assume that an author's
best portraits are photographic
studies from actual life, and so
to seem to deny the faculty of
creation, but F&liciie. Gaye, suc-
cessful milliner and wife of a
business man unsuccessful to
the point of dishonesty, is too
good to be untrue. Hard, cyni-
cal, brutally outspoken, she is
without faith and without hope,
except that she may wear her
mask to the end and face the
utterly feared adventure of death
without breaking down. Mr. NEUMAN has shown a very
signal skill in the delineation of these two portraits -which
hang in a notable gallery with many others. But "hang" is
not quite the word. They walk, very much alive. It is the
1 . /~\ • T 1 T\ 111 1 t i ''..,
AMATKUR THEATRICALS.
CAST FOB THE PART OP SCUFFLES Mil. MoNTMORENCY IS
SHOWN, BY THE STAGE MANAGER, A POSTER OF THE LATE Mil.
CHARLES DOMBVILLE IN THE CHARACTER, AND TOLD TO MAKE
HIMSELF UP AS MUCH LIKE THAT AS HE CAS FOB DRESS-
REHEARSAL.
the two women - friends by
whom they are supposed to be
written did actually pen them
and post them and open them,
chiefly in London, Italy, and
Switzerland. Each of the two
had a baddish time at one
period of her life, tile one before
the story begins (which is why
she went abroad), the other
after, because she very impru-
dently came near to marrying the
wrong man. But the authors
intervened, and since all 's well
that ends well neither she nor
her friend was really very much
to be pitied. Au coiitrairc, as
the Frenchman said in mid-
Channel when he was asked if
Monsieur had bien dcjeime. For,
like the indifferent sailor, they
enjoyed their happiness all the
more, when it arrived, for their
previous sufferings. Altogether
I rather like both the letters and
the characters that they reveal.
The Tramp of Mr. LAURENCE
OnrHANT (CONSTABLE) is an
Oxford graduate and a poet of
so considerable a talent that no
publisher will have anything to
do with him. Naturally. He
is original enough to live on the
open road and his patrimony of
iil'teen pounds a year, supple-
mented by the wages of rasp-
berry - picking in Blairgowrie
(N.B.), where he meets, among
the lost souls of the woild, a
simple, unsullied maid, star-eyed
and black-haired, and the twain
fall into innocent love. Then,
of course, as lovers use (in
novels), Christopher, the tramp,
goes away from Jess and stays
away, silent, for two years;
makes as great a success in
London as he had previously
made a failure ; and, after a brief
passionate episode with the wife
of a friend, fares back to Jess and idyllic simplicity.
But I cannot think that they would really have been
happy for ever after, for Chris is a moody devil and some-
thing very near the complete " prigoist." Mr. OLIPHANT
lovers, Cyril and Bedelpha, Alpha and Connie, whose "Open describes his fruit-pickers with conviction, as if he had
Sesame " is effective, as the author doubtless, and not ; studied them from the life. The treatment of the literary
without mystical intent, designed.
of work.
HE DOES so.
very clever piece ' side of Christopher's career is in the approved naive manner
of conventional fiction, with critics " condemning to a
Most people hate writing letters. For myself, as a rule,
I dislike still more reading them, when they take the form
of a novel. But I must make an exception in favour of
man" and so forth. The making of the infamous, woman-
exploiting wastrel, Lloyd, into a "paid Socialist agitator"
is one of those stupid pieces of prejudiced stereotyping
which have no sort of justification for open minds.
MAY 14, 1913.]
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373
CHARIVARIA.
" UNTO the world's end," says the
Gorman CHOWN PRINCE, " the sword
will nlways ho tlio decisive factor at
the last." This authoritative state-
ment has caused keen satisfaction to
the champions of I'arme blanche, which
has latterly been suspect in certain
high military circles.
Mr. WINSTON CHURCHILL complained
enable the animals to be seen in their ] It is proposed to form a " Museum of
wild state. The design is by Mr. JOHN the Drama." Wo know one or two
BELCHEU, R.A., and Mr. JOASS. It actors who might form a nucleus for
was a happy thought to call in the such an exhibition.
Joass to assist.
Last week nearly all our daily papers
Messrs. HUTCHINSON are about to
publish a volume entitled " How to
paper in the world" in their advertise-
ment columns ; but this confession of
their own inferiority hurt some of them
frightfully, and these would like it to
at the Academy Banquet that ho could be known that they do not vouch for
find no connection between art and
the modern battleship. What a pity
that Lord CHARLES BERESFORD and
Sir PEBCY SCOTT were not present.
They could have discussed whether the
Paint-Brush is mightier than the Gun.
described The Times as " the best news- j Listen to an Orchestra." Tbe announce-
mant interests us. In the case of some
orchestras the only way is to be strapped
to one's seat. <: ...
Illustrations showing the correct and
the incorrect way of alighting from
omnibuses now appear on the front
of many of these vehicles. To study
these propsrly you must stand in the
middle of the road while the 'bus is
bearing down on you. ^ ^
"
the accuracy of statements appearing
in their advertisement columns.
;;: | if
Among the persons arrested for riot-
ing in Trafalgar Square, at the " Bight
to Speak " meeting, was an individual
The PRESIDENT OF THE
BOARD OF EDUCATION has
thrown cold water on the
suggestion that the ad-
mirable teachings of the
Boy Scout movement
shall be introduced into
our elementary schools.
Mr. PEASE fears that it
would be looked upon as
Militarism. " If you wish
for War, prepare for
Pease." ... ,;.
Mr. C. E. HOBHOUSE,
in touching on matters
military in a speech at
Wrexham, seems to have '
offered a thinly veiled
insult to Lord EGBERTS
by referring to "dis-
tinguished soldiers who
perhaps have outlived
their days of usefulness."
Well, some of us (to be
equally tactful in the avoidance of
names), — some of us are safe from the
fear of that reproof.
!): ^ :;:
Considerable indignation has besn
aroused among French murderers —
who, as a class, are exceptionally
touchy — by the fact that, on the occa-
sion of the execution of the motor-
bandits, the headsman wore a lounge
suit and a bowler instead of the
regulation frock-coat and high hat.
Benevolent Lady (at Whitsuntide school treat). "WELL, LIZZIE, AND WHO'S
YOUR LITTLE FRIEND?"
Lizzie. "' LITTLE FRIEND,' Miss SMIFF?
THAT'S ME FELLER \ "
THAT AIN'T ME 'LITTLE FRIEND; '
From a census of
buildings just published
it appears that to every
100,000 of its population
London has forty - five
places of worship, but
only six theatres. The
scandal is the talk of
theatrical circles.
:;: ff
A real Parisian Eevue,
imported direct from
Paris, has been produced
at the New Middlesex
Theatre. To persons
unacquainted with the
French language it is
almost as difficult to ap-
preciate as an English
.Revue. $ ...
KINO NICHOLAS, by
giving way in regard to
The latest
*
arrivals
at the Zoo in-
clude some fine specimens of " walking
leaves." Not the least admirable
characteristic of these creatures is their
quietness and amiability, and the state-
ment that one had picked a quarrel
with a lion is a slander.
# : *
In the Architectural Eoo:n at the
Eoyal Academy there is a model of
the terraces to be built at the Zoo to
described as an " artist's improver."
This is the first time we have heard of
this useful profession and, on enquiry
at the Eoyal Academy, we found that
it was unknown there.
* *
*
The recent burning of a church is
attributed to the militant Suffragettes.
This sort of thing is perhaps not the
most tactful way of trying to keep on
the side of the angels.
* t*
The humanity of our judges is well
known. Of a lady who brought an
action for breach of promise against
a man who had jilted her after fifteen
years, Mr. Justice BUCKNILL said last
week : " My personal impression of her
is that she is an educated and nice
person. At any.rate, she is ' all there,'
and for my part I cannot see why she
should remain a spinster all her life."
Armed with this testimonial the lady
should have no difficulty.
Skutari, has saved the
Powers from humilia-
tion, and there is some talk of the
Ambassadors presenting him with an
illuminated testimonial.
Tokio possesses a Centenarians' Club.
The terms for life membership are said
to be most moderate.
Swing-time.
" In perfect weather, with swifts screaming
above and birds swinging in every tree the
children of the Bands of Hope from Keswick
and neighbouring hamlets held their Slaytime
festival." — Yorkshire Post.
Cockatoos must be a new feature of the
Lake District, or is it just the native
bird that has Caught the spirit of the
holiday folk at their swings ?
"Mr. Walter Cunliffe, Deputy Governor of
the Bank of England, has been appointed
Deputy Governor."— Times of Ceylon.
This is headed (and we cordially
associate ourselves with the sentiment)
" BRAVO, MR. CUNLIFFE ! "
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[MAY 14, 1913.
TWO ON THE ADRIATIC.
ITALY TO AUSTRIA.
[The following remarks are ready for delivery to Austria in case she
reverts to her original intention of undertaking the noblo task of
Albania's reconstruction.]
0 DUAL one, whose love has often sent a
Thrill through our marrow, chewing memory's cud,
Mindful of days inscribed in pure Magenta,
The colour (loosely) of our confluent blood ;
O bound by bonds of holiest alliance,
One of a triplet, Europe's mailed police,
Who at the trembling nations fling defiance
As deadly guardians of the gates of Peace ;
Kumour arrives that you, O Austria-Hungary,
Stung by desire of sweetness and of light,
Propose to plunge your martial ironmongery
Into Albania's mess and put it right.
Your record as a Christian civilizer
Stamps you for that high quest supremely fit,
Yet we should love (by leave of WILLIAM KAISER)
To join you in the job and do our bit.
How cleverly we handle heathen races
Let Tripoli be witness ; well she knows
That, if our voice but breathe o'er desert places,
Almost at once they blossom like the rose.
So where you go we too intend to follow,
Bringing to arid scenes the smile of May,
Playing, in fact, the role of second swallow,
Earnest that Spring has really come to stay.
And, should a very natural lust for booty
Nestle beneath your altruistic airs,
We '11 gladly undertake detective duty
Or halve the scandal for you, going shares.
In fine, if someone— not a local bandit —
Is bound to do this sacrificial work,
With or without a European mandate,
And 'tis a task you feel you may not shirk ;
We hardly like to let a sister nation
Tackle alone so perilous a " sphere " ;
So you may count on Eome's co-operation ;
We shall be there all right. Good-bye, my dear.
O. S.
THE GRATUITY.
I WAS, of course, in no way responsible for the waiters
at the Bullionberg. Yet, because Millicent and her mother
were dining with me, I experienced an uneasy feeling of
guilt at the shortcomings of our particular attendant.
Perhaps in his own land he was a strolling minstrel.
I cannot vouch for the musical part of him, but, with
the exception of a plumber, who once worked for me
within the speed limit of his union, I have never seen a
man take longer over doing nothing.
I tried kindness. I tried sarcasm. I tried firmness.
I tried persuasion, hauteur, wrathfulness. I tried every-
thing. The waiter, on the contrary, did not try anything.
He succeeded where I failed.
Millicent assured me that she in no way minded the
interminable intervals so excellent (she said) for the
digestion. Millicent's mother perjured herself in turn by
remarking that, the variation in temperature between luke-
warm coffee and a tepid ice being small, they were less
detrimental to the teeth.
" Deeds spake ever louder than words," I replied
gratefully. "Therefore, instead of apologising to you. I
will make up for this fiasco by inviting you to dine with
me aj the Tinywee in Soho."
" Agreed ! But I do so want to hear you tell the head-
waiter all the things you have been saying about him."
" No. Deeds again. It is the custom of the Bullionberg
not to tip your own waiter hut to slip a half-sovereign into
the hand of the chief-of-staff on leaving. This evening, as
a mark of my disapprobation, I intend to present him with
a shilling instead."
" You daren't."
" Daren't 1 " I protested, and glanced uneasily at the
head-waiter. He caught my eye, smiled politely, and
sauntered towards our table.
" You daren't," repeated Millicent. " There is not a man
living that dare offer a shilling tip at the Bullionberg. Ho
will telepath it all over the building. The waiter will
trip you up as you leave ; the cloak-room man will brush
your hat round the wrong - way; and the commissionaire
will jam your thumb in the door of your car."
" I don't care," I remarked defiantly.
"Well, here he comes," she whispered. " Now look him
straight in the eyes and give him the shilling with a few
well-chosen words ! "
He bowed as we rose to depart, and for some time I
stood fixing his eye with mine in stern, unrelenting silence.
It was not a long time. Perhaps a second — perhaps less.
Meanwhile I directed my gaze at his second shirt stud.
"I should like," I said, "to state that I am excessively
dissatisfied with the performance of the waiter responsible
for this table."
" I beg your pardon, Sir? "
I repeated my sentence. He repeated his.
" The waiting here is rotten," I explained. "Not only
were we left waiting between the courses, but the food,
with the exception of the ices, was cold when it did come."
" You are not satisfied, Sir? "
I felt that I was losing ground before his suave urbanity.
My small stock of courage was ebbing so fast that I was
forced to take immediate action. " I have the habit," I
said, " or perhaps I should say the vice, of presenting large
gratuities on these occasions." I groped in my pocket for a
shilling. " There — take that. It is only a tenth part of
what you would have got if the attendance had rr.et with
my approval."
He gazed at the coin and his cheeks flushed. Ha
stiffened himself up and bowed. "Sir," he said, "if you
will honour the Bullionberg with your presence on somq
future occasion I shall hope to see your satisfaction recorded
by the presentation of the handsome gratuity which your
generosity usually prompts."
I retired hastily. I would have preferred to have my
hat brushed the wrong way; I would rather have faced
even his scornful wrath than this polite sarcasm.
Millicent, however, took a different view of his conduct.
"It wasn't sarcasm," she said. "It was real admiration of
your courage.' You are the only man living who has
dared to give him a nominal tip and he showed his respect
for your bravery by treating you with the deference he
would accord to a national hero. Peter, I am proud of you ! "
Some day I may tell her. On my return home I dis-
covered that, in the confusion and agony of the moment, I
had given that confounded head-waiter a sovereign in
ipistake for a shilling.
And now I can never dine at the Bullionberg again.
In my dreams I see him standing by the door, his face
aglow with expectancy, while behind him hovers the
swiftest-footed waiter on the whole staff.
PUNCH, OR THE LONDON CHARIVARI.— MAY 14, 1913.
KOAD CLEAE?
MONTENEGRIN BANTAM (having got out of the way at the last moment). " HA ! HA ! GAVE YOU A
NASTY SCARE THAT TIME. AND YOUR TROUBLES AREN'T OVER YET. YOU 'LL FIND
THAT OLD BIRD ESS AD FURTHER DOWN THE ROAD."
MAY 14, 1913.]
PUNCH, OR THE LONDON CHARIVARI.
377
I'K'KWICK FOE PARIS.
TIIKIU: may luivo baen a French
translation of Pickwick lor many yours,
but it lias only just come my way. As
\vil li many another book in that alluring
but difficult tongue, I owe its possession
to tho enterprise of Messrs. NELSON,
who, not satisfied with reducing the
prico of novels in this country and
causing us to bang our sevenpences at
every railway station, have now carried
the war to the Continent and are
making many even of the best foreign
publishers look exceedingly out-of-date.
Before mo lies Aventnres de M.
Pickwick, par CHARLES DICKENS, in the
traduclion de P. GROLIEB, who should
at once ba made a member of the Box
Club, with all the honours that go with
that state ; while English schoolmasters
in search of a manual by which the
French language may be read to their
pupils without tears should make a
note of this book. •
I do not say that the translation is
perfect, but it will do. There may be a
lack of tho finest raciness, but very
much of the immortal work has crossed
the Channel successfully. Sam Wellcr's
curious substitution of the letter " V "
for tho letter " W " disappears, for
instance. M. GROLIER was not up to
that. And certain of his idioms go too
or are diluted. To give an example.
Sam, investigating the contents of the
picnic hamper on the occasion of Mr.
Picku'ick's undue partiality to cold
punch, addresses the Fat Boy as " Young
touch-and-go." M. GKOLIEH turns this
to "jeunc evaporc." The Fat Boy, I
may remark, becomes " le gros garqon "
(without capitals), and his famous
speech to old Mr. Wardle, " I wants to
make your flesh creep," is watered
down to "Je veux vousfaircfrissonner ! "
Turning on to the delectable Eatanswill
passages (no effort being made by
M. GROLIER to Gallicise the name of
that borough) we meet Mrs. Leo Hunter
as Madame Chassclion.
Now and then, but not often, M.
GROLIER translates with an excess of
zeal, as when Captain Boldwig's com-
mand to his men, " Wheel him [Mr.
Pickwick] to the devil," becomes
" Roulcz-lc d tons Ics diables."
But let us look at a more extended
passage. Hero is Mr. Jingle's account
of his friend Sir Thomas Blazo' s cricket
match, and of course cricket alone, with-
out any of these breathless trimmings,
would be inexplicable enough to the
ordinary French reader. " It must
have been rather a warm pursuit in
such a climate," was Mr. Pickwick's
observation. Mr. Jingle then assures
him that it was. Thus :
- Echauffant ? Dites brulant ! grillant !
Nervous Puttist.
YOUB COAT?"
' I 'M SORKY TO TROUBLE YOU, BUT WOULD YOU MIXD BUTTOS1SQ UP
devorant ! Un jour, je jouais un seul guichet
contro mon ami le colonel sir Thomas Blazo,
a qui ferait le plus de points. Jouant a pile
ou face qui commencora, je gagne ; sept heures
du matin : six indigenes pour ramasser les
balles. Je commence. Je renvoie toutes les
hallos du colonel. Chaleur intense ! Les
indigenes so trouvent mal. On les emporte.
Une autre demi-douzaine los remplace ; ils so
trouvont mal de nu'me. Blazo joue, soutenu
par deux indigenes. Hoi, infatigable, je lui
renvoie toujours ses ballos. Blazo se trouve
mal aussi. Enfonci le colonel ! Moi, je ne
veux pas cesser. Quanko Sambo restait seul.
Le soleil etait rouge, les crosses brulaient
comme des charbons ardents, les balles
avaient des boutons de chaleur. Cinq cent
soixante-dix points I Je n'en pouvais plus.
Quanko recueille un resto de force. Sa balle
renverse mon guichet ; mais jo prends un bain,
et vais diner.
— Et quo devint ce monsieur... Chose?
demanda un vieux gentleman.
— Qui ? Le colonel Blazo?
— Non, 1'autre gentleman.
— Quanko Sambo ?
— Oui, monsieur.
— Pauvre Quanko ! n'en releva jamais,
quitta le jeu, quitta la vie, mourut, monsieur !
Kn pronon9ant ces mots, 1'etrangorensevelit
son visage dans un pot d'ale. Mais etait-co
pour en savourer le contenu, ou pour cacher
son emotion ? ' '
That last passage in the dialogue is
a disappointment. In tho deathless
English page it runs (as everyone will
remember), "Poor Quanko — never re-
covered it — bowled on, on my account,
bowled off, on his own — died, Sir."
But M. GROLIER cannot bo blamed
for this. Jingle and Sam Wetter talked
exclusively for Anglo-Saxons', if ever
men did. They are no more conveyable
into French than ARISTIDE BRUANT
or YVETTE GUILBERT into English.
But Mr. Pickn-ick — he plants his foot
on the soil of La Belle France quite as
firmly as on that of his native land. I
congratulate the many French readers
to whom Messrs. NELSON'S enterprise
is now introducing him.
A Good Thing Spoilt.
"UNQUENCHED FlBE. Just Out."
Publisher's Advt. in " Daily 'Telegraph."
378
PUNCH, OR THE LONDON CHARIVARI.
[MAY 14, 1913.
MUSICAL NOTES.
THE gratifying announcement that
Sir UKHHKKT BKKRBOHM TKEE will
appear on the operatic boards, during
Mr. BEECHAM'S season, in STRAUSS'S
.•1 nadne at Naxos, has not only caused
musical and dramatic circles to vibrate
with a thrill of anticipatory pleasure,
but it has precipitated a number of
similar decisions on the part of other
eminent servants of the public. In
reclamatory power of music varies
directly with the skill of the artist and
will not sanction any performances
which are not vouched for by a com-
mittee of experts, including Professor
Granville Bantock, Mr. Josef Holbrooke,
and Dr. Brian O'Looney.
The statement that Signer CARUSO in
receiving £42,000 for sixty performances
in America has established a new record
in artistic remuneration has' elicited a
Sir HERBERT BEERHOIIM TREE'S case, ] strongly-worded protest from Mr. Bam-
however, the plunge had already been berger, the famous violinist, and son-in-
prepared by his impersonation of BEE-
THOVEN, in which he developed alto-
gether unexpected talent in the character
of a lightning composer.
Perhaps the most notable of these
debuts is that of Sir
GEORGE ALEXANDER, for
whom a one-act opera
las been written by
LEONCAVALLO, in which
he will sustain the rdle
of Alessandro Scarlatti.
SCARLATTI, it will be re-
membered, composed no
fewer than five hundred
cantatas and one hun-
dred-and-twenty operas,
and in the course of the j
opera, which occupies
about thirty-five minutes,
he will be seen composing
about two-hundred-and-
fifty of these works, with
the assistance of a new
instrument, called the
Wireless Pianofortina.
Sir GEORGE will wear
thecostumeof the period,
including the famous
creaseless pantaloons in-
law of Sir Pompey Boldero, F.R.S.L.
Mr. Bamberger points out that during
his last tour in South America not only
did his receipts average £750 a per-
formance, or about 7 per cent, higher
than Signer CARUSO'S, but he also con-
vented by
CELLINI.
BENVENUTO
Harassed AuOwr (annoy. >d by tlic barking of a dog). "HAVE YOU TOLD YOUR
MISTRESS THAT DOG MUST BE MADE TO STOP BARKING?"
Servant. "PLEASE,
BABY 'S AWAKE."
SIR, MISTRESS SAYS IT DOESN'T MATTER NOW THAT
Mr. CYKIL MAUDE'S invasion into the
realm of the lyric drama will be con-
fined to the ballet, in which he will
tppear with the Eussian dancers under
the alias of Tschukla Maudkin. He is
already studying the language diligently
ind has attained considerable pro-
iciency in the Cyrillic character under
;he famous Bessarabian Archimandrite,
Igor Hopskotchky.
* if =;:
The visit of a famous violinist to
Wormwood Scrubbs prison last Sunday,
when she played to some of the inmates,
las been attended by some altogether
unexpected results, several hundred
amateurs having volunteered their ser-
vices in a similar capacity. The matter is
eceiving the most careful consideration
rom Mr. McKENNA ; but we understand
hat he is inclined to think that the
HOW TO DECLINE.
I MANOEUVRED Charles into the lowest
of the easy-chairs, and then assumed a
tactical position (or is it strategic ? — I
never know) on the hearth-rug.
" So, Charles," I said, beaming down
on him blandly from my vantage-
ground, "you find yourself at a loss
in a little matter of social strategy — or
tactics, Charles, if you take, my fine
distinction — and you come to me for
advice. So-ho, my son ! "
With the help of a latch-key, a three-
penny-bit and a cigar-cutter, I contrived
a little jingling business in my right-
hand trouser pocket. Charles is a year
my junior, and he had to accept my
offensive attitude because he needed
my help.
" You see," lie said,
" not wanting to marry
either of her daughters,
I 'in getting myself into
a false position by going
on accepting her invita-
tions to dinner - parties
and things. But how
does one not go to these
things when one's
asked?"
"Well," I replied,
after thinking it out,
"the thing seems to be
to take a sheet of note-
paper — the azure bond,
not the cream laid — and
write : ' Mr. Charles Car-
ruthers deeply regrets
that a — a — yes, a pre-
vious engagement pre-
vents his accepting Mrs.
Thingammy's kind invi-
tation.' It seems a
possible way out of it,
Charles."
" But I haven't a pro-
stantly received in addition a number j vious engagement," said Charles,
of gifts in kind, including, inter alia, \ " Of course not," I said kinc
240 pairs of CUinboots. 63 shavinff- " That is mfirfilv n rfio.nrrnisp.fi inrnn
pairs of gumboots, 63 shaving-
brushes, 99 sets of The Encyclopedia
Brilannica, 127 perambulators, "331
ponchos, 39 pairs of silver - mounted
spurs, and a piebald guanaco.
"Thousands of people sang ' We '11 keep
the Bed Fag Flying.' "—Daily Citizen.
The sight, when all the woodbines are
alight, is said to be magnificent.
" As I was returning from the country to
the town I met a lady accompanied by an
innocent little dog, very fond, like some
human beings, of hearing its own voice, as
quiet as a mouse. I wondered at this, for I
had never met it before without barking."
Barmoutli Advertiser.
Does the writer say "Bow-wow!" to
every dog he meets, or only to this
oarticular one ?
" That is merely a recognised faqon de.
parler, as the best people say."
"You mean," said Charles intelli-
gently, " that it 's only an excuse. But
that 's just my trouble. I want a way
of declining that isn't already recog-
nised. Just to express your regrets,
giving no real reason, because the only
reason is ungivable, is a contemptible,
cowardly thing to do.
I shall be driven to.
But that 's what
Nowadays every
excuse in the world has become fishy,
and none of 'em are red herrings."
I surrendered the hearth-rug impul-
sively and sat down beside him.
"Charles," I said, "I will make your
way smooth for you. The golden rule in
refusing invitations is to accept them —
promptly and with fervour."
Charles gaped. I bowed acknow-
MAY U. 1913.]
PUNCH, OR THE LONDON CHARIVARI.
379
lodgment of the unlovely tribute and
continued —
" J laving accepted the invitation as
indicated, you 're all right. On the
very day of the function a telegram
does Ihe rest. Something urgent in-
tervenes, Charles. Done in that way
—and in that way alone — the refusal
arouses 'no suspicion, unless you are
over-eager to allay it and exceed the
limits of a sixpenny wire. There you
are, Charles. Go to your work and be
strong. A quick, keen acceptance — a
late, brief telegram."
" Well ? " I asked, metaphorically
arching my back for a caress, as Charles
dropped in to see me some time later.
"You perfect ass!" said Charles;
from which I deduced that he had
made a moss of things.
"Do you mean to say that you
managed to arouse suspicion?" I ex-
claimed.
" The trouble of it is, I can't be
sure," said Charles. " I did it per-
fectly. I sent the wire just about the
time when I should have been dressing."
lie ruminated wrathfully for a minute
or two. " Well, I met my hostess this
morning, and was just going to tell her
about the sudden chill I took on the
night of her dinner-party, when she said
with an acid sweetness, ' We were so
sorry to get your wire the other night.
Was it your only stud ? ' "
In the awful silence which followed
there was no sound save the collapse
of a coal in the grate and the sudden
tinkle of a threepenny-bit falling
against a latchkey as I moved uneasily.
Then I pulled myself together.
" Charles," I said, " a manosuvre like
this is of no use to a man who is so
little of an artist as to choose the very
last, last moment for sending a wire.
Nor shall I recommend it again to one
whoso hostesses are possessed of such
indelicate imaginations."
FOR THE SAKE OP THE FEW.
[At the time of going to press, the last book
of Mr. A. C. BENSON, who has recently written
to The Morning Post in favour of the abolition
of compulsory Greek, is a collection of essays
republished from The Church Family News-
paper and entitled, Alonj the Itoad.]
I IK was reared on the might and
splendour
Of Hellas when he was young;
Shall he turn on his nurse and rend her
With popular pitiless tongue ?
Still sweet with the voice of Apollo,
Still garbed in Athena's dress,
Is the phrase that our fed hearts follow,
Swift-winged as the flight of a swallow,
In the dusk of the Anglican press.
Old Woman. "I MUST TELL you, DOCTOB, THAT is OUR FAMILY THEBE'S A.
LOT Or SANITY."
I have dreamed how the college servant
Steals in through the study door ;
He wades through the foolscap
fervent
That floats on the master's floor :
From the midst of his Sunday fable
He reaves him to Hall and broth,
Where still unawares in the Babel
He writes, as he eats, on the table
(Which is fearfully bad for the cloth).
On the rules of the Attic primer
He sharpened and fleshed that quill ;
It knew Parnassus a climber
Or ever it scaled Cornbill :
Shall it dare, O Greece, to insult your
Unhappy remains, and prey
On a poor dead tongue, like a vulture,
As it scatters the spots of culture
All over the U.S.A. ?
I grant you that schoolboys' grammar
Is Ossa on Pelion piled
For the most who are blind to glamour,
But not for the brilliant child :
Ah, think what a lot the great owe
To the garden that nursed them young,
When out of the mould of PLATO
Full orbed, like the rich potato,
Some glorious plant hath sprung.
How common the blighted bud is
Compared with the fruit one cooks,
Yet the first may have helped our studios
To groan with the BENSON books :
Ten thousand boys who were rattled
And offered the stern to the beak
May have sent from the fight embattled
One voice that would never have prattled
Without compulsory Greek.
Ah yes, for the herd may falter
In climbing the slippery mount,
But a remnant shall reach the altar
And sit by the sacred fount :
For ninety-and-nine transgressors
Against the grammatical code.
Mere indolent, dull-brained gucssers,
Mr. BENSON has published (with Messrs.
J. NESBIT) Along the Pood. KVOE.
380
PUNCH, OR THE LONDON^CHARiyARI.
[MAY 14, 1913.
GETTING MARRIED.
IV. — SEASONABLE PRESENTS.
"I suppose," I said, "it's too late to
cancel this wedding now ? "
•• \Vcll," said Celia, "the invitations
are out, and the presents are pouring
in, and Mother 's just ordered the most
melting dress for herself that you ever
saw. Besides, who's to live in the
flat if we don't? "
"There's a good deal in what you
say. Still, I am alarmed, seriously
alarmed. Look here." I drew out a
printed slip and flourished it before her.
" Not a writ ? My poor Ronald ! "
" Worse than that. This is the St.
Miriam's"' bill of fare for weddings.
Celia, I had no idea marriage was so
expensive. I thought one rolled-gold
ring would practically see it."
It was a formidable document. Start-
ing with " full choir and organ " which
came to a million pounds, and working
down through "boys' voices only," and
"red carpet" to "policemen for con-
trolling traffic — per policeman, 5s.," it
included altogether some two dozen
ways of disposing of my savings.
"If we have the whole menu," I
said, " I shall ba ruined. You wouldn't
like to have a ruined husband."
Celia took the list and went through
it carefully.
" I might say 'Season,' " I suggested,
"or 'Press.'"
" Well, to begin with," said Celia,
" we needn't have a full choir."
" Need we have an organ or a choir
at all? In thanking people for their
kind presents you might add, ' By the
•way, do you sing ? ' Then we could
arrange to have all the warblers in the
front. My best man or my solicitor
could give the note."
" Boys' voices only," decided Celia.
" Then what about bells ? "
" I should like some nice bells. II
the price is ' per bell ' we might give
an order for five good ones."
" Let 's do without bells. You see,
they don't bagin to ring till we 've lefl
the church, so they won't bo any gooc
to its."
This sesmed to me an extraordinary
line to take.
" My dear Cjlia," I remonstrated
" the whole thing is being got up noi
for ourselves, but for our guests. We
shall be much too preoccupied to appre
ciate any of the good things we provide
— the texture of the red carpet or the
quality of the singing. I dreamt lasi
night that I quite forgot about the
wedding-ring till 1.30 on the actua
day, and the only cab I could find to
take me to a jeweller's was drawn by
camel. Of course it may not turn oul
to be as bad as that, but it will certainly
be an anxious afternoon for both of us.
\nd so we must consider the entertain-
ment entirely from the point of view of
our guests. Whether their craving is
for champagne or bells, it must be
atisfied."
" I 'm sure they '11 be better without
sells. Because when the policemen call
out 'Mr. Spifkins' carriage,' Mr. Spif-
kins mightn't hear if there were a lot
of bells clashing about."
"Very well, no bells. But, mind
you," I said sternly, " I shall insist on
a clergyman."
We went through the rest of the
menu, course by course.
"I know what I shall do," I said at
ast. " I shall call on my friend the
31erk again, and I shall speak to him
quite frankly. I shall say, ' Here is a
heque for a thousand pounds. It is
all I can afford— and, by the way, you 'd
letter pay it in quickly or it will be
dishonoured. Can you do us up a nice
wedding for a thousand inclusive?
" Like the Christmas hampers at the
Stores."
"Exactly. A dozen boys' voices, a
half-dozen of bells, ten yards of awning,
and twenty-four oranges, or vergers, or
whatever it is. We ought to get a nice
parcel for a thousand pounds."
" Or," said Celia, " we might send
the list round to our relations as
suggestions for wedding presents. I
sure Jane would love to give us
couple of policemen."
" We 'd much better leave the whole
thing to your father. I incline more
and more to the opinion that it is his
business to provide the wedding. I
must ask my solicitor about it."
" He 's providing the bride."
" Yes, but I think he might go further,
I can't help feeling that the bells woulc
come very well from him. ' Bride's
father to bridegroom — A peal of bells.
People would think it was something
in silver for the hall. It would do him
a lot of good in business circles."
" And that reminds me," smiled Celia
" there's been some chat about a presem
from Miss Popley."
I have come to the conclusion that i
is impossible to get married decently
unless one's life is ordered on some sor
of system. Mine never has been; ark
the result is that I make terrible mis
takes — particularly in the case of Miss
Popley. At the beginning of the busi
ness, when the news got round to
Miss Popley, I received from her i
sweet letter of congratulation. Know
ing that she was rather particular in
these matters I braced myself up an
thanked her heartily by return of post
Three days later, when looking for i
cheque I had lost, I accidentally cam
across her letter. "'Evings!" I cried
This came days ago, and I haven't
nswered yet." 1 sat down at once
,nd thanked her enthusiastically.
Another week passed and I began tq
eel that I must really make an effort
o catch my correspondence up; so i
pt out all my letters of congratulation;
f the last ten days and devoted anj
.fternoon to answering them. I used
nuch the same form of thanks in all
of them .... with the exception of
VEiss Popley's, which was phrase4
jarticularly warmly.
So much for that. But Miss Popley
s Celia's dear friend also. When I
made out my list of guests I included
Vliss Popley ; so, in her list, did Celiaj
The result was that Miss Popley received
;wo invitations to the wedding . . i
Sometimes I fear she must think w^
are pursuing her.
" What does she say about a present?'!
asked.
" She wants us to tell her what we
want."
"What are we to say? If we said
an elephant —
" With a small card tied on to his cari
and ' Best wishes from Miss Popley |
on it. It would look heavenly among
she other presents."
" You see what I mean, Celia. Are
we to suggest something worth a thou-
sand pounds, or something worth nine-
pence ? It 's awfully kind of her, but it
makes it jolly difficult for us."
"Something that might cost anything
from ninepence to a thousand pounds,''
suggested Celia.
"Then that washes out the elephant.'
" Can't you get the ninepenny ones
now ? "
" I suppose," I said, reverting to the
subject which most weighed on me,
" she wouldn't like to give the men's
voices for the choir? "
" No, I think a clock," said Celia.
A clock can cost anything you like —
or don't like."
" Eight-o. And perhaps we 'd better
settle now — When it comes, how many
times shall we write and thank her for
it?"
Celia considered. " Four times, 1
think," she said.
Well, as Celia says, it 's too late to
draw back now. But I shall he glad
when it 's all over. As I began by
saying, there 's too much " arranging "
and " settling " and " fixing " about the
thing for me. In the necessary nego-
tiations and preparations I fear I have
not shone. And so I shall be truly
glad when we have settled down in our
flat ... and Celia can restore my
confidence in myself once more by
talking loudly to her domestic statt
about " The Master." A. A. M.
MAY 14, 1913.]
PUNCH, OR THE LONDON CHARIVARI.
381
ROYAL ACADEMY FIRST DEPRESSIONS.
HEARTLESS HOLIDAY-MAKERS
LEAVE THEIB BOO AT HOIK.
(NOTE THE REFINEMENT OP
CRVELIY INDICATED BY THE
HOUR-GLASS.)
"NABBOW SQUEAK THAT
TIME ; NEABLY LEFT OUT Off
THE PICTURE."
fit
" DODGING THE PANTHER" — A NEW SENSATION AT
A SOUTH COAST BESOHT.
806
The Pliotograplter. " LOOK TOWARDS THE CAMERA,
BOTH OP YOU. THANK YOU 1 "
349
THE COLIDROME TRIO REHEARSING THEIB CLEVE.I
JUGGLING, WEIGHT-LIFTING AND MUSICAL TURN.
431
The Ancient Mariner.
"HEAVENS! ANOTHER ALBA-
TROSS! "
505.
EMBARRASSING SITUATION OP
LOVERS WHO SOUGHT SECLUSION
BY THE SERPENTINE ON A BUM-
MER EVENING.
Cupid (on right). " COME ON,
YOU FELLOWS; SUCH FUN!"
1'
THE BALEFUL EFFECT OF P..\0-
T1ME ON MODERN PAINTING .
RESULT OP A LIGHTNING STRIKE OP WAITERS AT
HOTEL BLITZ.
THE COLLIE REFUSES TO TAKE
UP THE GAUNTLET THBOWN BY
THE Bt'LL-TERRIER.
382
PUNCH, OR THE LONDON CHARIVARI.
[MAT 14, 1913.
"THESE PINE OLD THEOLOGICAL WORKS DON'T APPEAR TO BE A VEIIY SALEABLE COMMODITY WITH YOU, MY MAN.
"WELL, Sin, THE WAY is, WE BUYS THE BOOKS IN LOTS, AN' WE 'AS TO TAKE THE BAD WITH THE GOOD."
LYEA LUNATICA.
i.
[Attributed to the effect (on an inmate) of The
Spectator's discovery of " a malicious mare's
nest."]
IF only a mare has a kindly heart
It is all the same to- me,
Tho' she nest in the shafts of a market
cart
Or the fork of a chestnut-tree ;
Watching her build where the copse is
dense,
Or out in the new-mown hay,
If I see but a trace of benevolence,
I bear it as best I may.
If the nest of a mare displays no spite
When harbouring its young,
However I marvel at the sight
My withers are still unwrung ;
Tho' an Arab barb or a Clydesdale colt
Burst from the shell I touch,
And change to a cob at the autumn
moult,
I should not mind it much.
«
I can do with a snark or a basilisk,
Or a phoenix free from vice,
My wits are tolerably brisk
In front of a cockatrice ;
But a thing there is no brain can bear,
Yea, two my reason test — •
The nest of a too malicious mare,
And a mare's malicious nest.
ii.
[" The districts of Banjaluka and Bi-Gatch
show a great Orthodox-preponderance." — Fall
Mall Gazette, May Cth.]
GBEEN Erin in her Poul-na-phnca
Still finds a refuge for Old Scratch ;
But Bosnia boasts her Banjaluka
And proudly swears Bi-Gatch !
Spain's daughters in the gay cachuca
Are very, very hard to match ;
But I prefer the Banjaluka ;
I do indeed, Bi-Gatch !
The Turk finds solace in his hookah ;
The duteous hen delights to hatch ;
And when men ask you " Banjaluka? "
The answer is " Bi-Gatch."
Great Britain glories in Bonduca ;
The States in Mrs. Wiggs's patch ;
But Bosnia plumps for Banjaluka,
And so do I, Bi-Gatch !
COMPENSATION AT LAST.
I HAVE lived to bless the name of
Mr. DAVID LLOYD GEORGE. Let it be
recorded in deathless ink.
A few days ago I was introduced to
a man named Wilverley. This morning
I met him in the street, and he greeted
me with a friendliness •which at once
aroused my suspicions.
" Good morning, Mr. Smith," he
cried. " I hope you are perfectly fit ? "
" So, so, thanks," I admitted grudg-
ingly. Was it concert tickets, I won-
dered, or fountain pens, or a loan ?
" What a lovely morning! " he con-
tinued, waving his hand patronisingly
towards the heavens. " Beautiful
morning ! "
" Pretty fair," I replied, " considering
all things."
And then I saw what it was. Pro-
truding from his breast pocket was a
folded paper, upon the top of which I
could distinguish the words " Insurance
Company."
" Well, good-bye, Mr. Wilverley," I
said, " I must be getting on to the
office."
" Good-bye, Mr. Smith," said he.
" Oh, by the way," he added, " are you
insured T I'm agent for the —
" Oh, yes," I answered unhesitatingly.
" Been insured ever since last July.
But I shall be pleased to recommend
any of my friends to you. Good-bye."
As I made good my escape I reflected
that, though poverty is an essential
qualification for the enjoyment of its
privileges, there is something after all
to be said for the Stamp-licking Act.
An advertisement reaches us of a
" Patent Slug Trap " :—
" Price I/O each ; 2 for 3/5 ; 3 for 51- ; C for
9/6."
One at a time for us.
PUNCH, OR THE LONDON CHARIVARI.— MAY 14. 1913.
THE WINGS OF VICTOEY.
BRITANNIA. « THESE THINGS SEEM ALL THE RAGE IN PARIS AND BERLIN ; AND I
IBALLY CAN'T AFFORD TO BE OUT OF IT."
MAY 14, 1913.]
PUNCH, OR THE LONDON CHARIVARI.
385
ESSENCE OF PARLIA-
MENT.
(EXTRACTED FROM THE DIAUY OF
TOBY, M.P.)
House of Lords, Monday,
M<n/ 5. — Lord NEWTON'S con-
spicuous success as a Parliament
man is result of education in
several schools. To diplomacy
he gave six years of a young life.
He was trained in War by the
Imperial Yeomanry. Best of all,
he sat in the House of Commons
for thirteen years. With ex-
ception of Lord ROSEBERY, ever a
star apart, and Lord LANSDOWNE,
handicapped by circumstance, all
prominent peers have served
apprenticeship in rough-riding
school of House of Commons and
have benefited accordingly.
Lord HALSBURY has certain
dominant qualities constitution-
ally congenial to the hereditary
Chamber. To complete the fit-
ness of things he ought to have
been born to a coroneted crib.
As it is he stands almost the
last survivor of that full-blooded
courageous Conservatism which
sixty years ago was the very life
of House of Lords. Yet he too
'Almost the last survivor."
(Lord HALSBUBY.)
succession of courses resulted in
its being thrown out, the passing
of the Parliament Act, and the
present position of the long pre-
dominant partner in the legislative
firm.
Lord NEWTON, being, as he
said to-night, " of abnormally
modest disposition," has since
he went to the House of Lords
worked more obscurely. In his
too-infrequent speeches he brings
to a jaded atmosphere wholesome
whiffs of House of Commons'
manner. However dull debate
may be, when he rises to continue
it instant change is wrought.
The sun shines where of late
leaden clouds prevailed. His
humour is inclined to be mor-
dant but is not therefore less
acceptable. Noble lords who
bestow the decorous tribute of a
smile upon peers disposed to
make merriment have more than
once been known to laugh heartily
at Lord NEWTON'S quips and
cranks. Withal he is a man of
business, as is testified by the
success with which he piloted
on its way to the Statute Book
an exceptionally difficult Bill.
Business done. — Lord NEWTON'S
passed through the mill. A full eight j was found in his hat below the Bar Betting Inducement Bill passed through
years he represented Launceston in j where he had left it when waiting to be Committee and read a third time.
the Commons.
called up by the SPEAKER.
His associations with the place were That is long ago. The HARDINGE
not calculated to endear its memory, j GIFFARD of the 'seventies has blossomed
To begin with, unlike STERNE'S im- : into the Earl of HALSBURY, who crowned
prisoned bird who " could not get \ a prolonged and useful career by leading
out," he couldn't get in. For nearly ] attack on the Budget, which in swift
two years he held office as
Solicitor-General without a seat in
Parliament. Crushed at Cardiff,
left in the lurch at Launceston,
hustled at Horsham, named as
probable starter at every election
race in the three kingdoms, the
blushing borough of Launceston,
on second wooing, yielded to his
ardent advances.
Thencamecatastrophe. Arrived
at Table with intent to take the
oath, he was challenged by the
Clerk for production of writ of
return. Ho hadn't got it, at
least couldn't find it. In full
gaze of four hundred gentlemen,
quizzing, laughing and cheering,
he proceeded to make deliberate
search among contents of his
pockets. Never before was man
unconnected with the Post Office
discovered in possession of so
many letters. In course of search
Table was littered as if a mail-hag
had burst open. In the end —
and such an unconscionably long
to the end! — the document
Al.
Lord NEWTON at the final fence in th3
"Betting Inducement" Stakes.
House adjourned for Whitsun Becess.
House of Commons, Tuesday. — Vari-
able in its moods, of late the prevalent
one dolefully dull, the House to-night
rose to highest level. Apart from
particular question at issue, circum-
stances peculiar, even unique. By
common consent, and indeed of
necessity, agreed that problem of
Female Suffrage shall stand out-
side the arena of Party politics.
Necessity arises from recognition
that on this topic Ministerialists
and the Opposition are pretty
equally divided among themselves.
On Treasury Bench to - night
PRIME MINISTER and FOREIGN
SECRETARY answered each other
and voted in different Lobbies.
On Front Opposition Bench
there is parallel situation. Here
was opportunity to reach the
ideal of conference — a state of
things in which, fearless of
the Whip, ignoring prejudice,
men on both sides might pro-
claim the faith that is in them
and by reasoned argument en-
deavour to convince those who
denounced it.
Happily PREMIER interposed
early in debate, lifting it on to
lofty plane, from which it did
not fall. As ho said, his was
386
PUNCH, OR THE LONDON CHARIVARI^
[MAY 14, 1913.
THIS YOUNG MAN, WHO HAS BEEN IMPROVING HIS MENTAL FORCE
AND WILL-POWER THROUGH A CORRESPONDENCE COLLEGE, IS ABOUT
TO ASK A BISE IS SALARY PROM THE MANAGER, WHO HAS JUST
RKTfRNED FROM A HOLIDAY.
BUT THE MANAGER HAS BEEN SPENDING HIS HOLIDAY IN
IMPROVING HIS MENTAL FORCE AND WILL-POWER THROUGH THE
SAME COLLEGE.
a difficult position. He found him-
self at issue not only with large
numbers of his supporters, but with
Members of his Cabinet. - Crowded
House touched by personal note of his
reference to Sir EDWARD GREY, a friend
of twenty-seven years' ever-growing
intimacy, . with whom he now found
himself at odds. FOREIGN SECRETARY'S
response to this lament equally touch-
ing in its simplicity and dignity.
WALTER LONG crowned an episode
peculiar to, perhaps only possible in,
the House of Commons. Amid general
cheering he paid tribute to " the fine
courage and unruffled dignity with
which the PRIME MINISTEB had faced
opposition of a kind that was a
discredit and a disgrace to the whole
country."
Anticipated that much would be said
about the women who during past
twelve months have supplied object-
lessons of the fitness of their sex to
exercise the franchise by blowing up
houses, assaulting Cabinet Ministers,
attempting to burn a crowded theatre,
polluting pillar letter-boxes and turning
their private residences into laboratories
for concoction of infernal machines.
Here again example set by PREMIER
prevailed. He generously ignored ad-
vantage these unwomanly pranks lent
to his argument. LORD BOB, greatly
daring, dragged in DEBORAH, whom
F. B. SMITH in a sparkling speech
hailed as the pioneer of the militancy
of late disturbing public peace. Other-
wise the hooligans were left severely
alone, as they ought to be left when
they shut themselves in on top of the
Monument or chain themselves to grille
of House of Commons.
At eleven o'clock crowded House
melted away into Division Lobbies.
Tellers presently returned with news
that the Bill proposing to add six
million women to the Parliamentary
electoral register had been refused a
Second Reading by 266 votes against
219.
Business done. — Female Suffrage Bill
thrown out.. .
Thursday.— Adjourned for Whitsun
Recess. Back again on the 27th.
MARJORIE ON THE TURF.
1 WAS considering a voluminous brief
when the telephone rang.
" Yes," I said.
" Is that you, Dick ? " said a girl's
voice.
" I 'm not sure," I replied guardedly.
" Who is that ? "
"Me, Marjorie, your cousin. Your
father was my mother's brother, you
know."
" Enough," I said. " Good morning,
Marjorie."
" Good morning. I say, Dick, do
call in on your way home. It 's busi-
ness, most important."
" Business ? "
" Yes, I 'm in an awful hurry now ;
good-bye."
I returned to the brief, marvelling.
Marjorie, I reflected, was a butterfly ;
business, on the other hand, was
business.
I pondered on the matter for the
rest of the morning ; in the afternoon I
was nearly worried about it. Eventu-
ally the day passed.
It was about half-past six when I
arrived at my Aunt's house. Marjorie
met me in the hall and conducted me
mysteriously into the drawing-room.
"Now," she began, "I've got a
brilliant idea. You "11 never guess it.
I 'm going to put my new Summer hat
on a horse." She smiled at me.
" What on earth for?" I asked rather
shortly.
The drawing-room is an uncomfort-
able room, and my Aunt doesn't allow
smoking.
" A bet, of course."
" It seems rather futile. The horse
will probably ruin your hat. He '11
shake it off and trample on it."
" Don't be absurd," said Marjorie.
" I 'm going to back a horse with the
money for my new hat."
I looked at her sternly. " I don't
approve of girls on the turf."
" I can't help that."
" Neither does Aunt Lillian."
Marjorie laughed. " She won't know.
Now here 's three pounds. Will you
put it on Belinda? They are taking
and offering ten to one, so I shall get
thirty pounds."
She handed me two sovereigns and
a lot of silver.
" But why put three pounds on a
ten-to-one chance ? " I asked ; " and in
any case I can buy a hat for ten-and-
sixpence."
Marjorie produced a newspaper
cutting.
" Belinda is in the 2.30 to-morrow.
I choso her because of my own name,"
she explained.
I thought for some minutes.
" But there 's no possible connection
between Belinda and Marjorie."
" That 's just it. I 'm so fearfully
unlucky that I chose a name as
different from my own as possible,
must go now or I '11 be late for dinner.
Would you like to see Mother? "
I coughed. " Er — I must hurry away,
too," I said.
I happened to meet a racing man in
MAY 14, 1913.]
PUNCH, OR THE LONDON CHARIVARI.
THE IMPATIENT WARRIOR.
Territorial (put on sentry over stores). " ABF-PAST FOUB AND NO BLOOMIN' WAR YET!"
the train next morning and I mentioned
Belinda to him casually.
" There 's only one horse in the 2.30,"
he said, " and that 's Bluebottle the
Fourth. Belinda has no earthly."
I telephoned to Marjbrie as soon as I
got to my chambers.
" Belinda," I said, " has no earthly."
Marjorie was indignant. " He has ;
he did some useful live-furlong work
yesterday."
" There 's only one horse in the 2.30,"
I insisted, "and that's Bluebottle the
Fourth."
" No ! How extraordinary ! "
" Why ? "
" I was nearly stung by a gnat at
.breakfast. Dick, I think I '11 back him.
How much shall I get for three pounds?"
" Three pounds."
" Yes, three pounds. What do I win ? "
" Three pounds."
" Yes, that 's .right. Three pounds.
How much do I win ? "
" Three pounds. Bluebottle starts at
evens, one to one, two to two, and so
on."
"Oh, I see." Marjorie hesitated.
" It 's so awkward," she explained. " If
I can't make enough for a new frock
I 'd rather not risk my hat. ... I
know ! Put a pound on Belinda and
the rest on Bluebottle. Good-bye."
Ten minutes later the telephone rang
again.
" Yes," I said.
" Have you done it, Dick ? "
" Not yet."
" Oh, good. Then put ten shillings
on Belinda ; one pound ten on Blue-
bottle, and a pound on Winter."
"Winter?"
" Yes, Winter. Good-bye."
" Entrance of Spring," I murmured.
I put the receiver back and looked
carefully through the racing news, after
which I got into communication with
Marjorie once more.
"Winter," I explained, "is a jockey."
" Oh, then choose the next best horse
after Bluebottle."
" But, my dear girl
" Ring off," Marjorie interrupted ;
" here 's Mother."
I rang off.
.•, .•, ... ,-, .1,
I called at Aunt Lillian's on my way
home as before.
" Well," said Marjorie excitedly, when
we had gained the drawing-room,
"what have I won? "
I handed her a little account.
"You lost," I explained, " ten shil-
lings on Belinda. Debit ten shillings."
" But I didn't back Debit."
" Debit is a term in accountancy.
To continue : you lost one pound on
Miss Slippery, the next best horse to
Bluebottle, starting at three to two.
Total loss, one pound ten."
" Heavens ! " exclaimed Marjorie.
" Now we turn to credit." I became
more cheerful. " On Bluebottle at
evens you won one pound ten. Total
balance, debit or credit nil."
" Which means ? " she inquired
anxiously.
" You 're square." I handed her the
original three pounds.
Marjorie heaved a sigh of relief.
" Well, that 's all right," she said.
" Now I can buy my new hat."
"LORD ST. FLOWER BOXES."
Headline in " Liverpool Express."
The recreations of the lesser-known peers
are always a subject of interest to us.
"May it mew, like the eagle, its mighty
youth ! " — Saturday Recieu:.
"Do eagles mew?" is the problem
that is stirring educated London to its
depths just now.
388
PUNCH, OR THE LONDON CHARIVARI^
[MAY 14, 1913.
EPISTLE TO THOMAS BLACK,
CAT TO THE SOANE MUSEUM.
oN, dear Sir, if with intrusive pen
I would remind you that we met last week ;
Not that you showed mo any favour then,
Nor that I have forgot the infernal cheek
You tendered to your fellow-citizen,
Vailing your yellow eyes, where black and sleek
You graced the hearth-rug in the glittering gloom
Of Sir JOHN SOANE'S be-mirrored breakfast-room.
Which snub to soften, an official leant,
Hinting, behind his tactful fingers, that
It was but seldom that you quits unbent,
Being almost a statutory cat ;
If not retained by Act of Parliament
(As is your noble shrine) at least you sat,
Kept up by twenty shillings and tradition,
As part and parcel of the exhibition.
For when (he added in an undertone)
Each Eeynolds, Fuseli and Bartolozzi,
Hogarth and Lawrence was bequeathed by SOANE
With Roman marbles and Athenian pots, he
Begrudged to leave them lifeless and alone,
So, having ranged them in appropriate spots, l:o
Said, "There shall be a cat," and in effect you're
His last word in Domestic Architecture.
Thus far Authority. Now, might I ask it,
How came you, Thomas, by this lofty station
From kittenhood and the maternal basket ?
Was there, perchance, some stiff examination
Such as tests candidates whose pleasant task it
Is to advance the cause of education —
In places advertised you often see 'em,
On outside pages of The Athenceum ?
And how were you appointed ? Was it fate or
The cat before, some mid- Victorian mouser,
Left you the seat Death bade him abdicate, or
Did hirelings kidnap you like Kaspar Hauser ?
Did rich relations canvass the Curator
And the Trustees on your behalf? Allow, Sir,
Some little light to dawn upon the mystery
Of Thomas Black his entrance into History.
Oh ! happy he for whom does not exist
Our later London — that superb disaster,
Who, in his Georgian hermitage has missed
Our schemes of girders overlaid with plaster,
Who has not met a Post-Impressionist
Nor heard a maniac acclaimed a master,
But sits with those who draw their weekly salary
Soothed by dim models of the Dulwich Gallery !
For, be their outlook dull, at least 'tis clean.
Not so the cat's, whose whole existence spent i3
In some half-lighted haunt of the obscene —
The studio of that modern idle 'prentice
Who thinks he has the trick of HOGARTH'S spleen
(Of course he 's twice the draughtsman) if his bent is
To paint that vice with intimate elation
Which HOGARTH limned, apart, with detestation.
All this you 're spared ; and so you might have paid
Some courtesy to those — a very few —
Who come, withdrawn from that exterior shade,
To spend an hour with sanity and you ;
And when you saw that I had gladly stayed,
Not closed your eyo-lids and our interview,
But told me what the contents of each case meant
And let me come with you to see the basement.
Yet, after all, you know your part ; doze on ;
You are no common cat, you rather seem,
If not the incarnation of Sir JOHN,
To be at least the creature of his dream ;
Visitors enter, sign their names, are gone —
You stay, tha centre of his classic scheme.
Blink not an eir for me — 'twere not expedient -
But let me rest, Dear Sir, your most obedient.
CINEMA WHENS.
WHEN any kind of a shop fails it becomes a picture-
palace.
When a picture-palace fails it becomes a white elephant.
When a British officer has nothing else to do ho stands
outside a picture-palace in undress uniform and lingers a
ittle black cane.
.When a film is preceded by a certificate signed by the
Denser, saying that he has approved of it, the audience's
anticipatory excitement is rarely excessive.
When a strong wind rakes the sitting-room, disturbing
,he dresses or aprons of the women and blowing the curtains
and papers about, you may know that you are witnessing
an American drama.
When a series of luminous dots suddenly breaks out on
,he picture, you know that relief is at hand, for the film is
nearly over.
When a film is in three parts it is time to go.
When half-a-dozen persons in the same film write letters
;hey all do it in the same hand-writing, usually that of a
'oreign clerk.
When a servant brings in one of these letters you know
;hat you too will have to read it directly.
When you have read it once you know that it will be
ihrown on the sheet again a little later.
When you have read it the second time you know that
the chances are you will see it still once more.
When a man in his shirt-sleeves appears in a cow-boy
drama he is a sheriff.
When in a comic film you see a hose-pipe, you may know
it 's going to play upon some one.
When the lights suddenly go up, many couples in the
audience, particularly in the gallery, are disturbed, and
show it.
When the lights go down again they are happier.
"It is not sufficiently well known that one of the professors at
Manchester University (Dr. Perkins) has after three years' experiments
devised a process of making flannelette absolutely inflammable."
Daily Chronicle.
We don't wish to discourage Dr. PERKINS from any further
experiments, but we fear that his three years' endeavour
to find a substitute for coal will be wasted on the public.
"On Dr. Leigh being asked whether he preferred making a state-
ment or be placed on oats and cross-examined, ho said he would
like to render a statement to the Council." — Bloemfontrin Friend.
Yet one can face anything on porridge. •
"The Traffic on the London Road. — In our article on this subject
last week, reference was made to Mr.' Searle, of ' the White Lion '
Hotel. It ought to have read ' the White Inn.' It ought to have read
' the White Horse Horse.' " — Herts Advertiser.
Anyhow, it 's white. . .
MAY 14, 1913.]
PUNCH, OR THE LONDON CHARIVARI.
389
SHOP.
THE Club Annual Dinner Season has
now opened, and our special repre-
sentative sends us his report of a very
notable function which he attended last
night. We have pleasure in publishing
his account of the proceedings, as they
appear to have been organised and
carried out in a manner so appropriate
as to serve as a model of what such
entertainments should be : —
MESSRS. STARCHAL AND SELFGROVE.
The members of the mixed hockey
club attached to this well-known
emporium hold their annual dinner and
soir6e at the Eemnant Gallery on the
15th, when an altogether enjoyable
evening was spent.
The rooms were tastefully and appro-
priately decorated for the occasion, even
the gas-brackets being supplied with
mantles. The floral scheme was carried
out in stocks.
Punctually at 6.3 the company sat
down to the following menu : — •
Chiffons.
Crepe de china
Torchon.
Mannequins.
Sauce mousseline de soie.
Le dernior cri.
Panne. Tulle.
Eau do nil. Suede.
After dinner the hockey president,
who plays at full back, gave the annual
address, his thesis being that " one half
often doesn't know how the other halves
live." Incidentally he discussed the
famous Pass of Killiecrankie. On one
side it had been urged that the pass
was a clean and beautiful one ; on the
other, that it couldn't be called a real
pass, the extremists holding that Killie-
crankie never passed at all.
During the address there was a cry
of "Fire!" It appeared. that some of
the new spring shades were blazing,
but owing to promptness in turning on
the open-work hose little or no damage
was done.
The proceedings concluded with a
capital concert and dramatic entertain-
ment. Among the items most applauded
were The Song of the Shirt, feelingly
sung by Miss Black (Blouses); The
Inch Tape Bock, a powerful recitation
by Mr. Lapels (Ladies' Tailoring) ; a
scene from Measure for Measure, ex-
cellently enacted by the young ladies
of the Combinations Department ; and
the evergreen quartette, White Sales,
they never grow weary, in the chorus
of which all present heartily joined.
Altogether a most enjoyable time
was spent, and everyone left in high
spirits at 11.3.
She. " THERE'S A SMART EVENING GOWN. WHO IS IT A PORTRAIT OF?"
He. "CAN'T SAY, BUT THE TITLE is, 'BEADY FOB THE BATH.'"
THIETY MINUTES LATE.
WALLFLOWERS in the station-master's
garden,
Please, your pardon,
But I 've waited for the train for nearly
five-and-twenty minutes,
And I 've seen our only porter shoo the
little olive linnets
From the apple-blossom's petals,
While the smooth and shiny metala
Run all empty up and down,
To and from the Town of London —
London Town,
And what else is there to do
If I may not talk to you?
Now there 's something in your restful
yellow tawny,
Soft and lawny-
Looking faces that can cairn a rather
righteous irritation,
And your scent, with tar and sunshine,
fills our humble little station
With a country smell and proper
That distillers never stopper,
And that gold could never buy,
Though you search the shops of Lon-
don till you die ;
For 'tis home and May and mirth.
So 'tis all that 's best on earth I
" Mr. Villiers Stanley, as Crawford the
villain of the piece, and Miss Beatrice Western,
as the villainess, were rewarded for their
efforts by many kisses from the audience,
which showed that they acted their respective
parts to the life." — Gloucestershire Chronicle.
Alas for an age where vice is BO
popular.
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[MAY 14, 1913.
THE MOUSE TRAP.
"You never can tell," said the girl who helped in the
Flat, " when a man 's going to mike a fool of 'isself. Some
on 'em does it young — I 've known a tidy few like that
comin' messin' about the 'ouse, or oglin' the front door, 01
tryin' to mike love to the parlour winders when they fancy
you 're a-settin' be'ind them, and you ain't near the plice.
It seems a silly wye to go on, don't it, but they will do it
and you can't 'elp yerself. Then there's others, old men, I
mean, that 's gone on all their lives mikin' money — all, and
investin' of it too — and gettin' their 'eads bald with all the
wise things they've bin plannin' at, and it all goes pop
sudden-like jest as if they 'd bin a bottle o* ginger beer and
all the 'idden foolishness comes foamin' out. If you don't
stop 'em in time they '11 go on till they 're empty.
" We 've 'ad a example o' that in our own fam'ly, and the
man as give the example was Uncle Bill. O' course you 'd
never 'a' thought it of 'im, 'e 's that venrablc-lookin', with a
great gold chain 'angin' acrorst 'is weskit and a long black
coat and shiny boots. You can always tell with your eyes
shut when Uncle Bill 's walkin' anywhere, 'is boots creak
so. Father says a small 'ouse ain't no good to Uncle Bill.
'E wants a palis to show 'isself orf in, bein' sich a creaker
as 'e is. But there, when you come to be a matter o'
seventeen stone you must 'ave a bit o' shoe leather under
you to keep you up, and a man as 'as got 'ouse property
and money put away I reckon e' can afford to mike a noise
and nobody ain't goir.' to throw it up in their fices, as the
sayin" is. Besides, Uncle Bill 's gettin' on in life. Father
says more 'n sixty autumns 'as passed over 'is 'ead and took
what 's left of 'is 'air ; but Uncle don't mind. 'E used to say
'e 's never wanted to be nothin' but a bacheldore, and as
'e 's never gone courtin' e' 'asn't 'ad to worry 'isself about
lookin' as smart as some.
" Since we 'ad that little trouble about the Montynegroes
we 'adn't seen much of Uncle, and we didn't know what
'e 'd bin up to. 'Owever last Sunday mornin' 'e sends a
letter round to mother sayin' as 'e '11 come round and drink
a cup o' tea if agreeable, and there was a poscrip marked
' privit and confident ' to say 'e was 'opin' to bring some one
with him, but 'e won't tell mother 'oo it is till they meet
tice to fice, when 'e 's sure they '11 mike a good impression
on theirselves. As soon as she reads it mother shouts out,
' The ole fool 's bin got 'old of by one o' them designers — I
know the sort — and she '11 'ave the banns called afore we
can lift a 'and to save 'im.' Father larfed and said, if so, it
was a judgment on Uncle Bill for not 'avin' bin married
afore ; but, any'ow, mother oughtn't to 'oiler before she knew ;
p'raps Uncle Bill was rneanin' to bring the Duke o' DEVON-
SHIRE or the Archbishop o' CANTERBURY to 'ave a taste o'
mother's tea-kikes. Father always is one for 'is jokes when
'e 's in a good temper.
" Well, when tea-time come we was all on the gog, as
you may say, and we 'adn't bin settin' there for more 'n
a minnit afore we 'eard Uncle Bill's boots a-creakin', with
another pair o' boots pit-pattin' along with 'em. ' 'Oo was
right?" says mother; but she couldn't say no more, for
Uncle Bill come in and walks up to mother and says
quick and whisperin' like, ' I 've brought Miss Mumbles.
She 's — well, you '11 see what she is when you see 'or. You
and 'er 's sure to 'it it orf.'
" ' Bring 'er in,' says mother quite proud and cold, and
Uncle goes out and fetches Miss Mumbles in. My eye, but
she was one for colours — dark blue silk dress and red ribbons
and a 'at with a long feather and a grey perlisse — you never
see sich a set-out. Forty if she was a day she was, but she
'ad a fine 'igh colour and larfed very pleasant and took 'er
tea with 'er gloves on jest like a lidy.
" At first there warn't no talk — jest a word or two about
the 'orrid weather, and what would the Suffragettes be up
to next, and 'ow well the Queen was lookin' ; but arter a
bit father began to dror out Uncle Bill, and 'e set to work
on 'is politics in fine style, and father pertendin' to agree
with 'im, and Miss Mumbles settin' there and admirin' 'im.
At last Uncle Bill begun to think 'e was mikin' a speech
and 'e banged on the table and opened 'is mouth, and
before you could say ' pip ' 'is false teeth, the 'ole sot of 'em,
dropped out on the table in front of 'irn. ' You 've lorst
your mouse-trap, Bill,' says father, and Uncle Bill ketches
'em up and pops 'em in agin. But 'e was too late. Miss
Mumbles 'ad seen 'em, and she give a shriek and called out
that she never could a-bear false teeth, and then she goes
orf into 'igh strikes. 'Ow we got 'er and Uncle Bill away
I can't rightly say, but Uncle come round the next day and
told mother 'e 'd done with women, and if 'e 'd known 'ow
false they was 'e 'd never 'a' took up with 'em. It made
father larf till 'e cried. 'E ain't got over it yet."
FUTILITY.
Now dawns the annual poetic prime,
When, for some reason, every bardic breast
Thrills to a flow of fresh and fruitful rhyme,
And be it said, to some extent, that I 'm
No better than the rest.
I too, like these, would make the echoes ring ;
Like theirs, my fleeting hopes wax free and fine ;
Only, as soon as I begin to sing,
My Muse inevitably runs to Spring;
And there I draw the line.
Whate'er the theme by which my heart is stirred,
Epic or excerpt from the Daily Prese,
It matters not ; before I write one word,
Thoughts of a cuckoo or some silly bird
Doom me to nothingness.
And, tho' I crush them down and strive for hours
To turn my well-known grace and famous ease
On to the job in hand, my noblest powers
Are chilled by a stern need to sing of flowers
Or, just as likely, trees.
'Tis a strange thing, this influence in the air;
In point of fact, this month that men call sweet
Makes no appeal to me. I do not care
For the young growth that others hold so fair,
Or birds, except to eat.
But there the fact remains. With each new day
I want to sing ; I feel inclined to soar ;
And when my dearest dreams are thrown away
I am annoyed. I find much fault with May
For putting in her oar.
To give a poet's Muse an upward shove,
Then hold her down, is neither good nor wise ;
Of course there still remains the topic, Love ;
But that 's the very subject which, above
All others, I despise. Duu-DuM.
"Lady Catherine de Burgh regarded the world below her own
13 all alike. Mr. Collins and Emma were alike underbred in her
syes." — Spectator. *
Ah, why didn't JANE AUSTEN record for us the historic
neeting between Lady Catherine and Emma ? Or was
only the Editor of Tho Spectator present ?
MAY 14, 1913.]
PUNCH, OR THE LONDON CHARIVARI.
391
("A jest's prosperity lies in the ear of him that hears it, never in the tongue of him that makes it.")
JONES HAS JUST MADE ONE OF HIS BEST JOKES IN A DENTIST'S WAITING-ROOM.
OUR BOOKING-OFFICE.
(By Mr. Punch's Staff of Learned Clerks.)
AMONG writers of good fiction I should call that clever
lady, Mrs. HENRY DE LA PASTURE, the most entirely feminist.
Mothers are perhaps her favourites, but in all her stories
Place aux Dames is the prevailing motto. I found this
note as strong as ever in her latest, though at first sight
you would naturally expect a book called Michael Ferrys
(SMITH ELDER) to be chiefly about Michael Ferrys. Later
you find that it is much more about the women who were
in love with him. There were three of these, or four if you
include the rather battered sentiment of Mrs. Carselcinh —
an admirably suggested character, by the way, whom I
should have liked in greater detail. The others were
Wine/ride, to whom he was engaged, her young sister
Thckla, and Edith, who loved him most of all, and should
have secured the prize if I had been consulted. But you
must not imagine Michael himself to be a mere lay figure.
Far from it. The struggles of this ingenuous and engaging
young millionaire between love and honesty are admirably
true and human. The trouble was that Wine/ride came of
an old Catholic house, and couldn't marry Michael unless
he moved over to her own faith. Michael had no religion
at all, except a kindly optimism, and wouldn't pretend,
even to marry the lady of his heart. You observe that the
author has here a difficult and delicate task ; I think no
one could find offence in her treatment of it, which is both
fair and honest. I liked the last pages enormously ; they
are a model in the art of suggestion and restraint. A
pleasant story, laid among somewhat graver issues than
most, but none the less attractive.
If the author of The Ambassadress (HEINEMANN) had not
assured us that his name is WILLIAM WRIOTHESLEY, one
might have suspeeted him of belonging to another gender,
so womanly is his interest in his heroine's tea-gowns (a
" lovely loose-draped diaphanous thing," " a long loose
drapery thing "), and so marked is his lack of reticence on
sex-matters. Indeed, one story that he wantonly drags in is
of so strange an impropriety that it must have escaped his
pen in a moment of extreme emasculation. The scenes are
chiefly laid in Berlin, where Mr. WRIOTHESLEY seems to have
had a nodding acquaintance with Embassy circles. Of side-
lights on their official aspect we get little, but a great deal
of gossip on the part of the womenfolk, whose wit, if we
may judge by samples, he sadly overrates. A cosmopolitan
(he has visited Venice and even gone so far afield as the
Acropolis), he enjoys a greater command of foreign tags of
speech than of his own language, in which he permits him-
self certain solecisms — " acquiescence to," " accredited "
for " credited," " to lay off her things." But a worse blot
on the book is the character of the alleged " hero," Prince
Lichtenfeld. One would not have minded his being so
preposterous a cad if he had not shattered our faith in two
delightful and intelligent women, Alcxa, and her stepmother
the British Ambassadress ; for it was past belief that the
one should fall in love with him and the other approve him
as an eligible. Bonalds, of the American Embassy, is a
pleasant utility man for whom the Ambassadress cultivates
a Platonic affection not without its charm, if only they had
subjected it to rather less analysis. Indeed, all through his
book the author encourages his people to talk too much,
and then at the end makes up for lost time by compressing
into a single chapter the solution of his problem, based on
392
PUNCH, OR THE LONDON CHARIVARI.
[MAY 14, 1913.
the fable that " Ambassadors' daughters never
ventional than its predecessor ; the young poet and dreamer
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Here, her poor little brother Paul, an attractive figure, has in contact with an unsympathetic world is a figure not
at the shortest notice to be paralysed in a motor accident altogether new to fiction ; but I question if lie has ever been
for the too obvious reason that Alexa must somehow secure : portrayed with more understanding. Antony Wyatt is his
a mission in life, if only as an amateur nurse. Apart from j name. You are shown him in childhood, an alien in the
the freshness of its scenes, Mr. WRIOTHESLEY'S work has home of his bewildered and exasperatsd parents ; at school,
the merit of promise rather than of achievement. the favourite of the one master who understands him, and
who takes him in the holidays to the beautiful old house
" Pipe on, Master Chanco : bo it sad or gay, I '11 trip to Glayde, where he meets the girl who is to play her appointed
r measure." So the old play, quoted by AGNES and part in his making. Throughout it is of course the figure
- of Antony, appealing in his youth and dreams, for whom
your sympathy is demanded ; though for my own part I
confess to sparing a little for the ordinary persons whom he
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EGERTON CASTLE on the title-page of their Chance the
Piper (SMITH, ELDEB). But let me at once relieve the
anxiety of the public, or, as I suppose will be the case with
some, disappoint their
hopes. There are no
rag - time measures in
this book. The stories
belong chiefly to the
seventeenth and eigh-
teenth centuries, to the
times of the Fire of
London and Louis LE
BiEN-AiME, of the
French Wars and the
Eevolution. Their
motifs are love and hate
and jealousy and re-
venge, in the days when
duels were as courtly
as the Pavane, and
aristocrats shuddered
at the sound of the
Marseillaise ; when
French prisoners i n
English gaols consoled
.hemselves with flute
nd fiddle, and mourn-
ul night winds made
Aeolian music on gibbet
.bains at bleak cross-
oads. Later on there
,re three that belong to
irnes nearer our own —
.wo in which the pip-
ing of Chance leads to
battle-fields in China
and South Africa; and
one, an Irish story, told
in a brogue that might
have come from the
Farmer. " 'Or ODT, 'ENEBY, AND CATCH 'OLD OF HIS 'BAD."
pen of SYNGE or Lady GREGOBY, that begins with a wake
and ends with a wedding jig. This last is, I think, the best
in the book, not only because of its fidelity to truth in the
dialect, but because it is so unlike the authors' usual work,
as far as it is known to me. That perhaps sounds rather an
Irish compliment. But what I mean is that the way in
which they have seized the true Irish spirit, as well as
the true Irish talk, proves once more the versatility of
their gifts.
I remember being greatly pleased some time ago with
a book called The Little' Green Gate ; and now here are my
own words of praise confronting me from the page opposite
the title of Miss STELLA CALLAGHAN'S new story, Vision
(CONSTABLE). Naturally therefore I read Vision with an
interest almost paternal. I may say at once that the result
was by no means disappointing ; Miss CALLAGHAN has again
shewn her power of writing an unusual story with grace
and insight. Perhaps the story itself is a little more con-
bewildered. At the end,
havingabandonedorbocri
deserted by everyone, he
" turned exultant to face
life." Wo are never told
how ; and I felt here a
i little like the parson and
I his wife in Candida,
• about whom the stage-
I direction says, if I recall
| it rightly, " They do not
know the secret of the
{ poet's heart." Still, these
uncertainties and even
some villainously care-
less punctuation could
not spoil my enjoyment
of a very charming stoiy.
I should feel more than
a little jealous of the
Earl of Sussex in A City
of the Plain (CONSTABLE)
were I able altogether to
believe in him. He had
been "Captain of Oppi-
dans at Eton, Senior
something else at Christ-
church," and had passed
first into Sandhurst, a
triple feat I find hard to
swallow, although I have
his wife's word for it. I
am really sorry for this
because he was one of the
few people in the hook
who did not seem to talk
too much and do too little. Eeams and reams of dialogue
have no terrors for Mr. HORACE CAHADOC, who doesn't seem
to mind how much the loquacity of his characters impedes
the movement of his story. The struggle between a very
Protestant squarson and a young High Church parson (who
ultimately joins the Church of Eome) is not without interest,
but I should have squeezed more enjoyment from it if
Mr. CARADOC'S sympathies with the younger man had not
been so obviously paraded. Rarely has a more insufferable
prig than the Bev. Sir Lucius Marples been drawn in
fiction, and the best that I can say for him is that to give
him a cobbler with no morals for his chief champion in the
fight was to handicap him unmercifully.
" In consequence of the flooding of the Severn, the Worcestershire
cricket ground is now submerged by six feet of water. The members
of the team are, therefore, unable to practise on it."
Slackers.
.
Daily Ncu's and Leader.
MAY 21,
PUNCH, Oil THE LONDON CHARIVARI.
303
CHARIVARIA.
KEADY SHOKTLY — " Tho Marconi
Affair in a Nutshell," by Messrs.
GAUVIN and MAXSE. 008 pages, fol.
•:• ',-
•'Till'! JiKKLIN WEDDING.
BALKAN AFFAHiS WILL I'ROBAItLY BE
DISCUSSED."
Thus a contemporary,
and it may bo a useful
hint to bridegrooms,
who wonder what to
talk about when await-
ing tho arrival of the
bride. # *
*
The sama newspaper,
in "A Chronicle of the
Bank Kate," informs us
that in 1894 it stood
at 2 per cent, for 931
days. Why worry
about Daylight Saving
when such things are
possible ? .,. ^
In consequence of a
suggestion that Suffra-
gettes should be de-
ported to St. Helena, a
lady, we understand, is
proposing to go and
blow up the little island
with a bomb.
*.*
The destruction,
attributed to militants,
of the organ at Penn
parish church is sup-
posed to bo an act of
revenge for the
attempted suppression
of their own organ, The
Suffragette.
',•
" A man," says Lady
CARLISLE, "who for-
sakes us because mili-
tants throw chrysan-
themum pots at him at
a flower-show is not a
stable politician." Nor,
we should say, is ho a
pot-house politician.
report that tho purchaser tried to
repudiate his bargain on finding that it
did not include the horses.
*,*
Dr. Boss has written a book on
The licdiiction of Domestic Flies. In
some parts of the country we be-
lieve they are down to sixpence a
hundred.
D6SICN IN BMi
MICHT Bt NTRQDUCEO.
A WATER JUMP B£T\9|6£N
VTOULO ADD CONSIDERABLY TO THE. CA1E.TY
VWV NOT WIDt THE FlELDEAJ
\NITH NETS t
SM5*
TM£ ACOcTlOM OF A
FEW BUNKERS W THE OUTFIELD W5UL.D
CEKWJNLY BRIGHTEN UP IVlE. FIELTNrtq .
•THE. .SUCCESSFUU
BE. SUITABLY FSE.WARDEJ> 1
BRIGHTEN
Acton magistrate last week to a young
wife. This seems dangerous counsel, as
tho husband's idea of comfort might
embrace week-end visits from tho
"other young woman."
Letters continue to be written pro-
testing against tho insertion of adver-
tisements in novels as an indignity to
authors. When the
advertisement recom-
mends the readers of
the novel to try some-
body's headache pow-
ders, it sounds almost
like a deliberate insult.
V *
if
Having caught a
cold, Mr. PLOWDEN, the
Marylebone magistrate,
was unable to return to
London from Monto
Carlo last week. Wo
understand that, when
this popular magistrate
is away, business at
once falls off at his
court. $ .,,
"*
The surgical bureau
of the New York police
department has pro-
posed that the force
shall have an official
chiropodist. This looks
as if a serious effort is
to be made at last to
reduce the size of
policemen's feet.
A Lenten Diet.
"OUR SPECIAL
FILLING FAST."
"Daily News " Headline.
Just the thing when the
spirit is willing but the
flesh is weak.
"How dreadful is this
place. This melodious,
thoroughly diatonic little
piece ... is specially
adapted tor tho dedication of
achurch." — Musical Times.
Two nurses selected for an appoint-
ment under the Lowestoft Guardians
have declined on tho ground that tho
workhouse, which is three miles from
tho town, is too far away. It is thought
probable that rather than incur the
expense of moving tho workhouse to
the town tho Guardians will select two
other nurses.
,,. <.
A four-in-hand coach wag sold at
ALDRIDGE'S the other day for four
guineas. But thero is no truth in tho
The City Press has discovered a fowl
run on the top of Market Buildings, Min-
cing Lane. There are, of course, several
pigeon runs on the Stock Exchange.
* *
Statistics show that the population
of British prisons is rapidly declining,
and there is some talk of taking paying
guests at some of theso comfortable
hostelries. ^ +
*
" Make things more comfortable at
homo so that your husband will not
want to go out and see the other young
woman," was the advice given by the
This is a hard saying.
" ' He's going down in the hoist,' said a
man hurrying past me down tho stairs.
1 Who? ' said I, regardless of grammar."
"Borderer" in " The Glasgotv News."
It must be terrible when he really
begins to be grammatical.
Things our Readers didn't know.
No. 137.
'"There is a time in tho affairs of men
•which taken at the ebb leads on to fame and
fortune.'
This is a well known quotation."
Manor Advocate.
VOL. cxr.iv.
39i
PUNCH, OR THE LONTfON
CHARIVARI.
[MAY 21, 1913.
ON THE BAT'S BACK.
tho idea of brightening cricket,
my friend Twyford has given me a new
but. I have always felt that, in my
own case, it was tho inadequacy of tho
weapon rather than of the man behind
it which accounted for a certain mo-
notony of low-scoring; with this new
bat I hope to prove tho correctness of
my theory.
My old bat has always been a trier,
but of late it has been manifestly past
its work. Again and again its drive
over long-oft" s head has failed to carry
the bunker at mid-off. More than once
it has proved itself an inch too narrow
to ensure that cut-past-third-man-to-
the-boundary which is considered one
of tho most graceful strokes in my
repertoire. Worst of all, I have found
it at moments of crisis (such as the
beginning of tho first over) utterly
inadequate to deal with the ball which
keeps low. When bowled by such a
ball — and I may say that I am never
bowled by any other — I look reproach-
fully at the. bottom of my bat as I walk
back to the pavilion. " Surely," I say
to it, " you were much longer than this
when we started out ? "
Perhaps it was not magnanimous
always to put the blame on my partner
for our accidents together. It would
have been more chivalrous to have
shielded him. " No, no," I should have
said to my companions as they received
me with sympathetic murmurs of " Bad
luck," — " no, no, you mustn't think
that. It was my own fault. Don't
reproach the bat." It. would have been
well to have spoken thus ; -and indeed,
when I had had time to collect myself,
I did so speak. But out on the field,
in the first shame of defeat, I had to let
the truth come out. That one reproach-
ful glance at my bat I could not hide.
But there was one habit of my bat's
— a weakness of old age, I admit, but
not the less annoying — about which
it was my duty to let all the world
know. One's grandfather may have a
passion for the gum on the back of
postage-stamps, and one hushes it up ;
but if he be deaf the visitor must be
warned. My bat had a certain loose-
ness in the shoulder, so that, at any-
quick movement of it, it clicked. If I
struck the ball well and truly in the
direction of point this defect did not
matter; but if the ball went past me
into the hands of the wicket-keeper an
unobservant bowler would frequently
say, "How's that?" And an ill-
informed umpire would reply, " Out."
It was my duty before the game began
to take the visiting umpire on one side
and give him a practical demonstration
of the click .
I';.!, these are troubles of the past.
I have my new bat now, and I
can see that cricket will become a
different game for inc. My practice of
this morning has convinced me of this.
It was not one of your stupid practices
at the net, with two burly professionals
bumping down balls at your body
and telling you to come out to them,
Sir. It was a quiet practice in my
rooms after breakfast, with no moving
object to distract my attention and
spoil my stroke. The bat comes up
well. It is light, and yet there is
plenty of wood in it. Its drives along
the carpet were excellent ; its cuts and
leg glides all that could be wished. I
was a little disappointed with its half-
arm hook, which dislodged a teacup and
gave what would have been an easy
catch to mid-on standing close in by the
sofa; but I am convinced that a little
oil will soon put that right.
And yet there seemed to be some-
thing lacking in it. After trying every
stroke with it; after tucking it under
my arm and walking back to the bath-
room, touching my cap at the pianola
on the way ; after experiments with it
in all positions, I still felt that there
was something wanting to make it
the perfect bat. So I put it in a cab
and went round with it to Henry.
Henry has brightened first-class cricket
for some years now.
" Tell me, Henry," I said, " what 's
wrong with this bat? "
" It seems all right," he said, after
waving it about. " Bather a good one."
I laid it down on the floor and looked
at it. Then I turned it on its face and
looked at it. And then I knew.
" It wants a little silver shield on the
back," I said. " That 's it."
" Why, is it a presentation bat ? "
asked Henry.
" In a sense, yes. It was presented
to me by Twyford."
"What for?"
" Eeally," I said modestly, " I hardly
like Why do people give one things?
Affection, Henry ; pity, generosity — •
er "
" Are you going to put that on the
shield ? ' Presented out of sheer pity-
to ' "
" Don 't be silly ; of course not. I
shall put ' Presented in commemoration
of his masterly double century against
the Aulhentics,' or something like that.
You 've no idea how it impresses the
wicket-keeper. He really sees quite a
lot of the back of one's bat."
" Your inscription," said Henry, as
he filled his pipe slowly, " will be either
a lie or extremely unimpressive."
" It will be neither, Henry. If I put
my own name on it, and talked about
my double century, of course it would
be a lie ; but tho inscription will be to
Stanley Bolland."
"Who 'she?"
" I don't know. I 've just made him
up. Rut now, supposing my little shield
says, 'Stanley Bolland. H.P.C.C.—
Season 1912. Batting average 11(5-34.'
— how is that a lie ? "
" What does II.P.C.C. stand for ? "
" I don't know. It doesn't mean
am thing really-. I '11 leave out ' Batting
average ' if it makes it more truthful.
'Stanley Bolland. H.P.C.C., 1912.
116-34.' It 's really just a little note
I make on tho back of my bat to
remind me of something or other 1 've
forgotten. 116-34 is probably Bolland's
telephone number or the size of some-
thing I want at his shop. But by a
pure accident the wicket-keeper thinks
it means something else ; and he tells
the bowler at the end of the over that
it 'a that chap Bolland who had an
average of over a century for the
Hampstead Polytechnic last year. Of
course that makes the bowler nervous
and he starts sending down long-
hops."
"I see," said Henry; and he began
to read his paper again.
So to-morrow I take my bat to tho
silversmith's, and have a little engraved
shield fastened on. Of course with a
really trustworthy weapon I am certain
to collect pots of runs this season. But
there is no harm in making things as
easy as possible for oneself.
And yet there is this to be thought
of. Even the very best bat in the
world may fail to score, and it might so
happen that I was dismissed (owing to
some defect in the pitch) before my
silver shield had time to impress the
opposition. Or again, I might (through
ill-health) perform so badly that quite
a wrong impression of the standard of
the Hampstead Polytechnic would be
created, an impression which I should
hate to be the innocent means of cir-
culatingl
So on second thoughts I lean to a
different' inscription. On the back of
my bat a plain silver shield will say
quite simply this : —
To
STANLEY BOLLAND,
FOR SAVING LIFE AT SEA.
FROM A FEW ADMIRERS.
Thus I shall have two strings to my
bow. And if, by any unhappy chance,
I fail as a cricketer, the wicket-keeper
will say to his comrades as I walk
sadly to the pavilion, " A poor bat
perhaps, but a brave — a very brave
fellow."
It becomes us all this season to make
at least one effort to brighten cricket.
A. A. M.
PUNCH, OK TIIM LONDON CHARIVARI,— MAY 81, 1913,
UNDEE HIS MASTER'S EYE.
SCENE — Mediterranean, on board the Admiralty yacht " Enchantress"
MR. WINSTON CHURCHILL. "ANY HOME NEWS?"
ME. ASQUITU. "HOW CAN THERE BE WITH YOU HERE?"
MAY 21, 1913.]
PUNCH, OR THE LONDON CHARIVARI.
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Burglar (about to decamp with actress's diamond's). " DON'T BINO, LADY. JUST THINK OF THE ADVERTISEMENT I 'M OIVTHG Ton."
THE FOOD OF LOVE.
[Regular and hearty meals are recommended as a cure for love-sickness.]
THERE 's a weight on my day that is crushing me slowly
but surely,
On my night there 's a burden that seems evermore to
increase,
And I come, oh ! my dear, tho' I 'm feeling excessively poorly,
To appeal to your sense of proportion for timely release.
From the day that you answered me " No," with apparent
conviction
(And you haven't a ghost of a notion how frightful it feels),
I have turned, in the sinking that comes of internal affliction,
To the tonic and solace of hearty and regular meals.
In tho morning I rise with a heart that is empty and hollow
To the task of sustaining myself through a profitless day,
But a fish and a steak, with some eggs, and an apple to follow,
Are but ashes within me as soon as I 've put them awayt
So I dwindle till luncheon, when sorrow has made mo
voracious,
And again I endure till tho afternoon teacake and cup ;
While, altho' I go nap at a dinner both ample and spacious,
The depression is on me before I can decently sup.
Very hard, oh ! my dear, is tho day ; but the night-tima is
harder,
For I tumble in dreams and my slumbers are broken and
short ;
If I walk in my sleep I unerringly go to the larder,
So intense is the natural outcry of love for support.
It is thus for two months that I 've striven to conquer my
passion ;
Not a meal have I missed nor a dish ; but I honestly vow
That however the treatment has dulled my despair, in a
fashion,
I would sooner see you than my dinner, my love, even now.
So I pray you give ear to my pleading, for, little by little,
I 'm acquiring, I fear, an habitual longing to eat ;
And e'en now, for a man who was never a slave to hia
victual,
I 'm distressingly partial to pastry and things that are
sweet.
Then be kindly, my dear, or I tremble to think of the issue,
Of the end, if you cannot relent, that is looming in sight ;
You were ever opposed to a superabundance of tissue,
And already I 've gone up a stone and my boots are too
tight. DUM-DUM.
Life's Little Difficulties.
" Sir, — Can any of your readers giva mo a remedy for a horse's eyo
which got hurt? The eye has got a blue colour now, and I should
like to get something to take tho yellow colour away."
Letter in " The Farmer*' Weekly."
Tho following letter has been received from Nigeria by a
Shipping Company : —
" Dear Sir, — Having your namo in illustrious that yon are good
merchant as I heard I needed to bo one of your illustrated customer.
Please endeavour best to sent me one of your illustrated catalogue,
and you will know that I am a faithfully customer.
I am, Your illustrated customer.
Please send it to mo by urgently."
398
PUNCH, OR THE LONDON CHARIVARI.
[MAY 21, 1913.
BOYS OF THE DAY.
[The Daily Mail recently reported a horrid
oiT.urrence : u ten-year-old boy saved up Ins
and run away TO school.]
THE Headmaster rose to his feet and
glared down the long schoolroom.
" I have now a painful case of a Lower
School boy to deal with. Higgles Minor,
stand up in your place. Only this
morning I detected Mfggles in tears.
On enquiring whether his county had
heen beaten or whether he suffered from
some slight indisposition ho admitted
Silence ! If I hear a single hoy repeat- j to me that he was crying because it
ing a Greek paradigm I will make an was only two months to the holidays,
example of him. I must hear that ! I will maintain a bright and cheerful
clock tick before I proceed. I had j spirit in this school even if I have to
hoped, in recognition of Coggor's success flog every boy in it. You, Miggles,
at Oxford — nine wickets for fourteen
runs — to have given you an extra half-
work-day, but unfortunately my black
list for the week is an exceedingly long
unworthy scion of honoured parents,
you weep, do you, because you have to
return to the progenitors who guarded
your infancy. I will drive away those
one. The moral tone of the school is I unhallowed tears. (Short interval, dur-
deplorably low. For example, we have
Blimmer, a fifth form boy — stand up,
Blimmer, so that your - schoolfellows j
may behold an unhealthy
specimen of youthful de-
pravity— well, yesterday
afternoon I found Blim-
mer had absconded from
his duties on the cricket
field and was concealed
in a class-room furtively
reading a Greek play.
(A murmur of horror.)
You may well be sur-
prised. I have tried
gentle means with Blim-
mer. An hour's extra
play-time proved useless.
The compulsory whole
holiday I gave him last
week was not a sufficient
warning. Now there
remains nothing but
severe physical chastise-
ment. (A short but
painful interval.) And I
warn you, Blimmer, if
amend your ways I
ing which hallowed tears are substi-
tuted.)
" And I have one more remark to
boys are not maintaining the high
traditions of Dulham School. If this
continues I give you fair and ample
warning that the school has ceased to
fulfil its useful educational functions,
and shall advise the Governors that it
ho incontinently closed. You may well
weep — but the future rests entirely
with yourselves."
Scout Sentry. " YEEY WELL, MADAM, I 'LL LET you THROUGH ; BUT I WABN
YOU THE 'LlOSS1 ABE IN THE WOOD AND HAVE THE BIGHT TO SEARCH YOU."
have further
penalties in store for you. The very
next time you neglect your sports
you shall be sent home -for your holi-
days a month before the time. (Blim-
tears and promises
rner bursts into
reformation.)
• " Now I have a serious complaint to
make about certain boys in the Fourth
Modern. They are allowed pocket-
money by their kindly parents. In-
stead of spending it, as their parents
intended, at what. I believe is known in
common parlance as the tuckshop, I
find that they have been wasting their
money on an anti-tobacco society and a
homo for reformed convicts. They
have proved themselves unworthy of
their financial trust. In future the
Fourth Modern will accompany their
form-master to the tuck-shop. He
will spend their money for them on
succulent comestibles, and see that,
every particle is consumed -forthwith
on the premises.
you do not | make which concerns the general moral
tone of the school rather than that of
individuals. Passing behind the wall
of the cricket field yesterday on my
way to take my customary constitu-
tional, I overheard several of yon con-
versing. I need not say that I did not
deliberately listen. Involuntarily the
sounds impressed themselves on my
auditory organs. I heard myself spoken
of as ' the dear Doctor ' and ' our revered
Headmaster.' One group of you was
of the
poems.
discussing German theories
authorship of the Homeric
Another group was deep in the question
of the urgency of the vote for feminine
householders. I passed on, and in
mental retrospect looked back to the
palmy days of our, school, "when boys
alluded to me in private as ' Old Konk '
— in reference, I 'believe, to my nasal
organ — when the conversations I over-
heard dealt with the serious things of
life, the average of C. B. FRY or the
records of Aston "Villa. I feel pained,
deeply pained, to think that present-day
WILL POWKB,
WE were talking about a recent
article in Punch, describing the new
profession of unsettler, the man who
brings various forms of pressure to bear
on the tenant of a nice house, so that
he leaves and the house is available for
the unsettler's employer.
" That 's all very well," said the
hostess ; " but there 's a
more efficient and more
gentlemanly way than
that. - And," she added
significantly and not
without triumph, " I
happen to know."
She sat at the head of
the table in the old farm-
house. " Modernised,"
as the agents have it.
That is to say, the right-
ful occupiers — -the simple
yeomen — had gone for
ever and well-to-do
artistic Londoners had
made certain changes to
fit it for a week-end
retreat. Where the
country folk for whom
all these and smaller
cottages were built now
live, who shall say?
But not here. The exterior is often
still the same, but inside, instead of
the plain furniture of the peasantry,
one finds wicker lounges, novels and
cigarettes.
This particular farm - house was
charming. An ingle-nook, Morris fur-
niture, Morris curtains, an etching or
two, a sprinkling of advanced books,
and where once had been a gun-rack a
Delia Eobbia Madonna.
" It 's delightful," I said ; adding, as
one always does, " How did you get to
hear of it? "
" Hearing of it' wasn't difficult," she
said, " because we had a' cottage near
here. The trouble was to get it."
" It wasn't empty, then? " I replied.
" No. There was a Mr. Broom here.
We asked him if he wanted to go, and
lie said No." We made him an offer
and he refused. He was most un-
reasonable."
I agreed : " Most."
" So there was nothing for it but to
will his departure."
MAY 21, 1913.]
PUNCH, OR THE LONDON CHAEIVARI.
399
Dramatic Author. "\VF.LL, WHAT DO YOU THINK OP MY PLAY?"
Manager. " D'YOU WANT TO KNOW MY REAL OPINION OF IT?" Autlior (stoutly). "I'M PREPARED FOE THE WORST."
Manager (handing him the MS.). "THAT'S WHERE YOU AUTHORS HAVE THE PULL OF us. I WASN'T! "
"Will?"
" Yes. Concentrated our thoughts
on his giving notice, and invited our
friends to do the same. I wrote scores
of letters all round, saying, ' Please, if
you love us, will that Mr. Broom vacates
the Manor Farm.' I asked them to
mako a special effort on the night of
March LSih, at 11 o'clock, when we
should all ho free. And they did."
"Well?"! asked.
" Well, you'll hardly believe it — and
I shan't be a bit vexed if you don't — but
on the morning of the 20th of March,
I had a letter from Mr. Broom saying
that he had decided to leave, and we
could have the first call on his house.
It was too wonderful. I don't mind
confessing that I felt a little ashamed.
I felt it had boon too easy."
" It is certainly a dangerous power,"
I said.
" Well," she continued, " I hurried
round to see him before he could
change his mind. ' Do you really want
to leave ? ' I asked him. ' Yes," he
said. 'Why?' I asked. 'Well,' he
said, 'I can't toll you why. I don't
know. All I know is that all of a sudden
I have got tired and feel vaguely that
I want a change. I am quite sure I
am making a mistake and I '11 never
find so good a place; but there it is;
I "in going.' I assure you I felt for a
moment inclined to back out altogether
and advise him to stay on. I was
even half disposed to tell him the truth.
But I pulled myself together and put
the temptation behind me. And —
well, here we are! "
" It 's amazing," I said. " You must
either have very strong-minded friends,
or the stars have played very oddly
into your hands, or both."
" Yes," she said ; "but there's a little
difficulty. One has to bo so careful in
this life."
" One has," I fervently agreed.
" But what is it ? "
" Some of my friends," she explained,
" didn't quite play the game. Instead
of willing, as I explicitly told them,
that Mr. Broom should leave the Manor
Farm, they willed merely that Mr.
Broom should leave his house, and the
result is that all kinds of Mr. Brooms
all over the country have been giving
notice. I heard of another only this
morning. Our Mr. Broom's brother
was one. It 's a very perilous as well
as a useful gift, you see. But we've
got the farm, and that 's the main
thing."
" It couldn't be in better hands," I
said. " For the moment, I mean. I am
looking out for just such & place
myself. Take care. Willing is a game
that two can play at."
" You don't mean ? " she said.
" I do, most certainly," I replied.
And I did. And now I am busy
making a list of my most really
obstinate, pushful friends to help mo.
"Claude Gray, playing over his course at
Beckenham on Saturday, May 3rd, holed out
the eighth in one. Tho hole measures 22
yards, and the shot was played with a driving
iron." — Golfing.
We should have taken our putter.
"Trinity College (London) Examination,
in Skating takes place on Saturday afternoon,
and Saturday, Thursday, and Wednesday
evenings." — Kewbury Weekly News. .
A stirring example to tho older
Universities.
400
PUNCH, OR THE LONDON CHARIVARI.
[MAY 21, 1913.
MR. PUNCH'S ACADEMY
ENCOURAGEMENTS.
(Dciinj a composite plagiarism of some
of his contemporaries)
WITH more than usual pleasure we
lament the mediocrity of this year's
Academy. Having discharged so far
the cheerful duty of the critic let us
pick out the few canvases that do not
cater for the ignorant taste of a sensa-
tion-seeking puhlic. Foremost, we
must acclaim the really superb work of
Mr. Fannis Belturp, A Wet Night in
St. Pancras (East). The sheer mastery
of no effect whatever in this elusive and
nugatory canvas marks it as the picture
of the year. Mr. Belturp has scorned
the mere camera trick of showing us
the rain-swept pavement, the flicker
of street lights on muddy pools, the
huddled pedestrians, the suggestion of
firelight through closely-drawn curtains,
that disfigure Mr. Hahhs Polthorp's
treatment of a similar subject in
^ iSiimmer Memories, 1912. Mr. Belturp
* *n~alHbeeH content to show us nothing
at all but the mastery of his brush
over his observation — and we are grate-
ful to him.
Eealism can only be welcome when
it is as loftily treated as in Mr. Stirl-
wing's Rise or Fall ? — a Wire from
Throgmorton Street. Where few artists
could resist the temptation to pander
to sensationalism, Mr. Stirlwing (who
as a brilliant contributor to the Unionist
Press is equally facile with his pen as
his brush) has kept austerely to his
verities. The scene of this historic
picture is an interrupted Cabinet
Meeting. A secretary has entered with
a telegram, and the ATTORNEY-GENERAL
opens .the envelope • with trembling
hands. (We remember nothing so
masterly as this tremble since CAR-
LOTTI'S great picture, in the 1896
Salon, of The Earthquake at Lisbon.}
Various members of the Cabinet cluster
around him, forgetful of the Declara-
tion of War from Montenegro which
lies on the table. The ready-reckoner
in the hands of the CHANCELLOR OF THE
EXCHEQUER is indicated with amazing
technique. Equally powerful is the
double motif which deliberately forces
the attention from the tensity of this
central group to the stern chiascuros of
Viscount MORLEY, sitting in stony
aloofness, the flushed and indignant
PREMIER, and the delightfully spon-
taneous irritation of the MINISTER OP
FOREIGN AFFAIRS, who has been ob-
viously disturbed during an exposition
of policy. Loath as we are to commend
any picture which " tells a story," we
cannot deny the dramatic inventiveness
of this remarkable work, albeit that it
obtains what is best described as a
succes de scandale.
Commendable again is the fiery
The policy outlined in the manifesto
includes, (1) compulsory use of the
fustanclla, (2) free instruction in the
bravura of Mr. Angus McOban's sombre comamusa or bagpipes, (3) compulsory
little battle picture, " The Observer " signature of all leadins arhVloa
Mixed Metaphor; and the
pursuing a
sheer triumph of delicate whimsicality
over photographic commonplaces in
Mr. Herbert Cockayne's Central Peak
of the Caucasus — as seen from Chelsea.
It is lamentable that these pictures
we have approved are almost the only
works of the year that conform to even
those rudimentary canons of the painter,
that the object of his art should be to
surprise rather than to please, to be-
wilder rather than to gratify the senses,
to stimulate the educated modern desire
for a puzzle competition rather than
the philistine and Victorian craving for
mere vulgar beauty. Again and again
the critical perception is outraged in
this exhibition by such wilfully retro-
grade attempts as Mr. St. John
Palmer's Sunset on the Indian Ocean,
a meticulous reproduction, banally per-
fect in colour and spirit, of a crude
effect of Nature that can be seen by any
globe-trotter; or Mr. Parton Hobbs's
orthodox Magic of ths Moonlight ; or
Miss Sylvia Lortimer's Cattle at the
Ford, wherein the cattle are so like real
cattle and the water so alive with light
and movement that we left this year's
Academy with a feeling as regards
British Art that is akin to despair.
COMING KINGS.
THE following unofficial account of
some of the candidates for the throne of
Albania will, Mr. Punch feels sure, be
of interest and profit to his readers : —
Lord CURZON OF KEDLESTON, who
has been approached by the deputies
in London, has neither declined nor
accepted the
throne. It is
offer of tho Albanian
understood that he has
insisted on tho following conditions,
which are receiving careful considera-
tion : The inclusion in his territories of
the Thraeian Chersonese, to be spelt
Curzonese in future ; and a salute of
199 pompoms on all public occasions.
The Italian candidate is, we under-
stand, Signor GIULIO GARVINI, the
famous publicist and editor of the
Tromba della Sera. Signor GARVINI as
an unparalleled exponent of tho lingna
Toscana is naturally much favoured by
the Tosks, but the Ghegs, the other
great Albanian tribe, regard him with
undisguised hostility. It is believed,
however, that he will conciliate them in
the masterly manifesto which he has
issued in seventeen successive issues
of his paper, and -which GABRIELE
D' ANNUNZIO has hailed as the supreme
emanation of cosmic pluriloquence.
signature of all leading articles,
(4) abolition of the dramatic censor-
ship, (5) universal use of italic type.
Another formidable candidate, indeed
in some ways the most formidable of
all, is Sir GILBERT PARKEH. Inter-
viewed last Saturday by a represen-
tative of The Prizrend Gazette, Sir
GILBERT is reported to have said that
he would cheerfully accept the responsi-
bilities of founding a Gilbertian dynasty
provided he could count on the loyal
co-operation of his varied subjects. He
pointed out as a curious presentiment
of the position he was destined to fill
that he wrote The Scats of the Mighty
no fewer than fifteen years ago. As
for his other qualifications he laid stress
on his early travels in the South Sea
Islands and his addiction to golf, a
game admirably suited to the climate
and configuration of Albania. A photo-
graph of Sir GILBERT PARKER in the
national costume, carrying a two-handed
battle-axe in his teeth, is being exten-
sively circulated in the blue Albanian
Highlands.
Lastly there is Sir HERBERT BEER-
BOHM TREE, who bases his claim on
his all-round versatility. In a most
interesting interview with tho Parlia-
mentary representative of The Daily
News Sir HERBERT remarked that
from earliest youth he had been a
great admirer of the heroic SCANDEKBEG
and had mastered the two Albanian
auxiliary verbs, Ktlm, " I have," and
Yam, " I am." He agreed with HAHN,
the famous philologist, that the term
ShMpetar, by which the Albanians
call themselves, was probably a parti-
cipial from shkyipoij, " I understand."
Again, the Albanian language was ex-
tremely vocal, the climate was healthy,
and the sardines of Lake Scutari singu-
larly palatable. He was not daunted
by the fierce and lawless disposition of
the people, being convinced that they
might soon be mollified once they were
freed from the burden of an alphabet
containing fifty-two letters. Sir HKR-
BERT TREE then sang a little Albanian
song and went through some striking
exercises with a yataghan.
Commercial Candour.
"HEALTH BISCUITS.
Nice and Tasty, handled by our
55 salesmen daily.
Advt. in •• Montreal Daily Star."
Not for us.
From a second-hand book catalogue :
"Dickens (C)— Pic-Nic Papers."
Just the thing to wrap the sandwiches in.
MAY 21, 1913.]
PUNCH, OR THE LONDON CHARIVARI.
401
ROYAL ACADEMY SECOND DEPRESSIONS.
ESJ
PORTRAITS WHILE YOU WAIT. COUNTRY ORDERS
i TED W1T1J PROMPTNESS AND DISPATCH.
THE HAIRDRESSERS' GAZETTE EYEBROW
MR. FORBES- ROBERT-
SON IN " THE LIGHT THAT
SUCCEEDED."
THE BOOT-CLUB. (INSET — THE PAST-
MASTER OF THK LEATHER-SELLERS' Co.)
WJNNEB or FIBST PRIZE. WINNEB OP SECOND PRIZE.
THE SPHINX
The Gentle Militant. "On, I HOPE re
WyN'T GO OFF AFTHB ALL."
" I MUST TELL THAT STUPID NURSE
(WHEN I LEARN TO TALK) THAT IT 'B
A MOST DANGEROUS THING TO LEAVE
A LARGE CAT IN A BABY'S COT."
THE CATCH OF THE SEASON.
MC DINNER AT THH HOTEL DlVKS. TlIF, MlSS LlLLAH MCCARTHY, AN EARLY LORD MAYOR'S SHOW.
PRISE COURSE OF I1ANK-NOTKS AND 8OVER- AS JOCASTA, INDIGNANTLY The LtOll. " NOT MUCH FUN IN THIS FOB ME!"
REPUDIATES THE CHARGE OF
I'.KING A GRANDMOTHER.
402
PUNCH, OR THE LONDON CIIAEIVAM
[MAT 21, 1913.
!•***- f
OMant Major. -IT'S GLAD I AM TO SEE YE ABOUT AGAIN, ME DEAE LADY: BUT WHAT WAS n THAT WAS TEOTOUNO rot
Convalescent. "I WAS VEBY, VERY ILL. MAJOB. THEOUCH PTOMAINE POISONIKQ." fi
Major. "0KAB. DEAB, NOW I WHAT WITH THAT AN' DEUBIUM TBE^NS YOU NEVEE KNOW WHAT TO EAT OB DRINK
BRYAN'S BREACHES.
Mn. WILLIAM J. BRYAN'S official tee-
total banquets at Washington, at which
nothing but water or unfermented wine
was consumed, have had the effect of
instilling courage into other public
hosts who were previously unready to
make their guests the victims of their
own fads.
Thus news comes from Foxington of
a recent dinner given by the Quaker
mayor of that ancient borough, who
believes that the oats which bear the
name of his pacific sect are the only
proper sustenance for man. Hitherto
when entertaining his fellow-townsmen
the mayor has provided whatever good
things were in season, but last week
nothing but oats was placed on the
table. These, it is true, were prepared
in a great variety of ways, but none
the less the result was somewhat
monotonous, and it is stated that
the suppers that were demolished later
in the evening by the homo-returned
guests were Gargantuan.
Consternation reigned at the annual
Hunt Dinner in the Vale of Beedle
the other night when it was discovered
that the new Master, who is a con-
firmed three-bottle man of the old
school, had provided nothing but a
very powerful port for his guests and
had given strict orders that no other
liquid was to bs served. Men who were
notorious martyrs to gout and who
looked upon port as a parnicious
poison were seen with their tongues
lolling out, victims of a terrible thirst.
Others, however, made a gallant effort
to absorb the obsolete fluid in the
required quantity and were removed in
ambulances.
Tidings of vegetarian and fruitarian
banquets given by devotees of those
cults also reach us. An especially
distressing case is that of the Inter-
national Society of Wrestlers and
Weight Lifters, whohave just appointed
as their President an ex -Hercules of
great wealth who turns out to have
embraced the tenets of Mr. BERNARD
SHAW and Mr. EUSTACE MILES with
remarkable fervour. The result is
that when the company, numbering
some hundred-and-seventy, including
HACKENBCHMIDT, MADRALI, and Mr.
SANDOW, sat down, there was nothing
for them but nuts, tomatoes, biscuits,
and barley water. A vote was hurriedly
taken, the President deposed, and a
united and determined raid was made
on the Beefsteak Club.
But the worst effect of Mr. BRYAN'S
relentless Amphitryoniclogic is reported
from Walls, in Yorkshire, where a Free-
mason, upon whom fell the duty pi
entertaining a body of his fellows in
that mystery, confined the repast to a
menu costing only fifteen-pence a head,
that being, he said, the sum beyond
which his conscience could not allow
him to go. No man, he affirmed, ought
to spend more than that on any meal
to do so was " sinful luxury anc
gourmandising." When remonstrated
with, he said that his conscience was
his master and Mr. BUYAN was an
excellent example. How such a man
ever became a Mason is the puzzle
but his determination in the matter
has given a tremendous lillip to avarice
all over the East Riding.
What to do with our Boys.
" It was also decided to place slackers upon
the Abbey for the purpose of controlling thf
water supply."- — Lincolnshire Free- 1'rcss.
Revival of Chivalry in the Far East.
" Carlylo's ' Horses and Hero Worship ' ha.
been translated into Chinese."
Edinburgh Evening Dispatch.
PUNCH, OE THE LONDON CHAEIVAEI.— MAY 21. 1913.
PEACE COMES TO TOWN.
SIR GREY. " PEITHEE, FATE DAMSEL, SEE TO IT THAT YE SIT CLOSE, FOR I MIND
MR THAT THE LAST TIME WE TWAIN FARED THIS WAY TOGETHER THOU DIDST
HAVE THE MISCHANCE TO SLIP OFF."
MAY 21, 1913.]
PUNCH, OR THE LONDON CHARIVARI.
405
THK WOMEN w"lLL
HALp-AN-IIOt;B. SO I
GO ON TOP. BE A 6POBT AND OO INSIDZ WITH
THE HERO OF THE HOUR.
(An att»»ipt lo introduce a new style of cricket-reporting, suitable to an age where every effort has to be made to revive
popular interest in the County tournament.)
SING, all who list, to-day of leg-side glances ; Straight from his tram he sauntered to the wicket,
Honour the idols of the Made and pill ; I should say turnstile. Little did he care
Tliel,°""g c?lt..s actio?1 and its_ curious prance?, For shibboleths of style ; he came for cricket.
His light-blue optics had the sea-dog's stare ;
Weather deters some sportsmen — Alf could stick ib
Frowning alike and fair.
1 Old Tom's " experience and " Eazor*" Bill ;
Mine he the Muse that chats about the chances
Of takings at the till.
Cricket, you know, is dead because the batter
Will stick his leg in front of breaking balls ;
Save for a few staunch souls (and these may
scatter)
The public dwindles, the attendance falls.
Well, I 'm a bard. Wise bards have learnt to flatter
The despots, not the thralls.
These are my heroes. Loudly I extol 'em,
Patting their backs because their ardours wane,
Starting with Alfred Jenkinson. A column
Given to Alfred, and, although with pain,
Alf will turn out for Surrey (here 's my solemn
O.ith on it, Sirs) again.
He was a rare one, Alf, the stonewall-hator;
I lake him as a type ; he made you laugh ;
Nimble of wits, as good all-round spectator
As Surrey ever had, yet spito his chaff
None know his mind so well, none spoke it straighter.
Sensible? Alf? Not 'alf.
Fond of his glass, too, yet no feckless lover,
Lest deep potations should impair his thought ;
He liked the huge hit hovering like a plover,
The stumps knocked out ; and when the strain
was taut
Never a bumpball flew to slips or cover
But Alfred cried, " Well caught ! "
And many a tale he had of old-time hitting
By long dead heroes of a doughtier bat :
Officials at the entrance smiled, admitting
The well-known figure, now a trifle fat
(But tough and stalwart still) from years of sitting,
Topped by the brown straw hat.
And now shall Alfred leave us ? Not if twaddle
Tuned to the motley lyre can keep him warm ;
Ho is the happy warrior, he can swaddle
The game of cricket from the gathering storm.
" Huge score by Alf off Sussex" — that 's my model —
" Alfred in verbal form ! " EVOK.
406
PUNCH, OR THE LONDON CHAEIVAKI.
[MAY 21, 1913.
FAIR PLAY.
I AM by nature no partisan. I take
no sides in any public dispute. I am
neither a Vivisectionist nor an Antivivi-
sectionist, a Marconite nor a Poulsenite.
I will produce my Post OHice Savings
Bank book if necessary. To show my
absolute neutrality in the vexed question
of vaccination, I have been vaccinated
on one arm but not on the other.
The furthest I have ever permitted
myself to go towards forming public
opinion is to mention, as I do now, that
I a:n not a Militant
Suffragist.
What likes and dis-
likes I have are of a
private nature. They
do not lend themselves
to advertisement, are not
represented by any par
ticular colours nor easily
epitomized in a motto
on a banner. Bad as
I may be, I am no pro-
cessionalist.
Frankly, I detest pro-
cessions. I do not walk
in them, and, when I
have' to crawl behind
them in a taxi-cab, I
find myself out of sym-
pathy with their object.
Nevertheless, I subsidize
them, especially those of
sects hostile to the public
(including myself) and
destructive of private
property (including my
own).
I am, in short, a metro-
politan ratepayer, more
particularly a police-rate-
payer.
I should say I am
two ratepayers, one in
respect of my flat, one
in respect of my City
premises. The two
policemen I finance are
exclusively employed in
have not the honour to be an English-
man, to congratulate your Department
upon the magnificent impartiality
shown in your police arrangements.
It is admirable, unique. You say,
" No, no." I reply, " Yes, yes." Both
of us have the inner feeling that I am
tho more accurate. So much, Sir, for
the amenities.
I have now to approach your good
self upon a matter of business. Cer-
tain of us upon the Continent are
intending to make a military display of
some realism and magnitude in this
IN THE GOOD OLD DAYS.
Mistress. " GOOD GRACIOUS, JANE, WHATEVEB 's HAPPENED TO MASTER
WILLY, AND WHEBE'S Miss MAUD?"
Jane (just returned from a quiet stroll). " THIS HANIMAI, WOT I 'M 'OLDING
is Miss MAUD. WE MET ONE OF THESE 'EBE MAGICIANS AND 'E CAST A SPELL
OVEB 'EB. AND MASTER WILLY HEBE, 'B 'AD THE HISFOBTUNE TO BE OVEB-
LOOKED BY A GENT WOT PAD THE HEEVIL IlEYE."
- . protecting
avowed anarchists, male and female,
on the march, enabling them to flaunt
and further their lawless business, and
saving them from the destruction of
those whose property, if not their
lives, they are candidly purposing to
destroy.
I would not, of course, go so far as to
cease paying for the preservation of
my enemies, but I have allowed myself
tho consolation of writing a letter
about it. Have I addressed The Times
in solemn protest? No. Have I
written to Mr. McKENNA in a more
sarcastic and reckless vein ? Yes.
DKAK Sm (I wrote in a foreign tongue
and a lying spirit),— Permit me, who
stir the active passions of your excitabl
men-in-the-street. In a word, the live
of us invaders may be in jeopardy, o
at least we must be subjected to con
siderable annoyance and grave incon
venience, unless we have the protection
of your Scotland Yard. It is for tha
I am instructed to ask.
I venture to enclose a plan, showing
our proposed route of triumph, the
spots marked in red being the suggestec
sites for the more impressive turns o
our programme. May I ask that thi:
route be adequately patrolled by you
Roberts, with strong anc
stalwart reinforcements
at tho spots indicated'
Indeed, I would go so
far as to suggest that a
those places a number o
plain-clothes men mighi
be infused among tin
crowd, with the viev
of foreseeing and fore
stalling any ugly rushc;
and keeping them well
behaved. In order to
enable our artillery to
get properly to work
ample elbow-room anc
freedom from hustling
must be guaranteed.
Lastly, Sir, I desire
to press for an escorl
of mounted police, or al
least the provision oi
one disinterested and
eminently respectable
constable on horseback
to ride slightly in the
van of our advancing
battalions. I dare to
think that this arrange
ment would bo entirely
in accordance with the
wishes of your citizens.
No Londoner, I am sure,
would regard the invasion
of his metropolis as
olerable unless it were
led, I should say per-
conducted, by a mounted
of his own police. The
own ;
sinister interpretation.
am not,
however, in a position to gloss it over,
but have merely to submit that that is
the more reason for affording police
protection to our invading forces.
We shall arrive in considerable num-
bers and desire not to experience an
unnecessarily hostile reception. The
friendship between our two countries is
a fragile one, likely to break if shaken.
It will not, I think, stand the strain of
an invasion. Tho demolition of all
your public buildings and of not a few
London of yours. It is not usual, ! sonally
you will agree, for foreign armies to ' sergeant
manoeuvre in capitals other than their expense will, I assume, be" no obstacle;
««••"• sucli^a proceeding is open to a the ratepayer is entitled to bear that;
it is his privilege. Ho would not
consent to his defeat and subjection
unless it was apparent to him that
he was defraying the cost of it from
his own pocket.
Your humble Servant, SCHMIDT.
To this letter I have as yet received
no reply.
LSse-Majeste.
"The Imporator has had an unfortunate
life so far. When she was launched a year
ago a section of steel chain weighing several
hundredweight, whic'i had snapped, just
». . 7 "<? . ~ . . " nunareawejglit, wnioU Jnu
of your private individuals is likely to missed the Kaiser."— Daily
MAY 21, 1913.]
PUNCH, OR THE LONDON CHARIVARI.
407
Boy. "Hi, MISTEB, HI!"
Boy. "Di-Nxo.
Lancer (scouting). "WnAT is IT? HAVE YOU SEEN THE ENEMY?"
YOU GET MY KITE DOWN WITH YOUB FLAQ-POLE?"
SPEEDING UP.
DEAR Ma. PUNCH, — My attention,
as they say, has been called to an
interview in which a " director of a
West End shop " has imparted to the
Press his views upon the question of
stealing from shops. It seems that " a
prominent draper" has made a list
of some of the tricks of the shop-lifter
by way of showing his remarkable
ingenuity. Now, Sir, this sort of thing
cannot be allowed to go unchallenged.
As a successful shop-lifter of fully thirty
years' experience, perhaps I may bo
allowed a few words of criticism. For
really the methods here referred to,
although some of them may have been
practised at one time by the trade,
are no longer employed by any self-
respecting member of the profession.
They are obsolete, worked-out, perhaps
I may say mid-Victorian. He speaks
of a " bag which sucks up the desired
article when placed upon it," of " paste
in tho hollow of the foot" (placed, I
presume, on the counter), and so on.
Possibly such devices may still linger
in out-of-the-way corners of the
Provinces, but I doubt it. Then he
revives again — it came back to me as
a welcome memory of my very earliest
apprenticeship — the worn old expedient
of the pet dog (with a pocket in its
collar) which has been trained to make
for home as soon as its burden has been
secreted. Well, well ! we cannot afford
to stand still in our business, and
methods have advanced a good long
way since those old days.
It was when some of our big stores
first opened roof-garden restaurants
that the carrier pigeon came into
vogue. One makes him swallow
diamonds and then lets him loose during
lunch. I have also employed white
mice. One of their best characteristics
is their faculty for running under
counters and into the back recesses of
shelves, and I have seen them trot up
my leg into my pocket with a five-
pound note or a gold pin in their
mouths quite unobserved (one wears,
of course, white trousers). There was
a pal, I mean a colleague, of mine who
used to dip their feet in bird-lime and
then make them potter about among
the jewellery. But that was a sticky
business at the best.
The fountain pen with a powerful
magnet in the nib was much used at
one time. You had only to lay it down
casually on the counter and it collected
things. And a little automatic trap
in the point of the elbow, which one
rested casually against the article
desired, had a fair run of success.
Then I used to employ at one time
a sort of lasso of invisible silk for
gathering in pianolas. . . .
I am not, it must be understood, the
man to give a thing away. I only
wish the public to know that we arc
not so miserably lacking in initiative as
this interview would seem to suggest.
As a matter of fact these methods also
are obsolete. I myself am working on a
new plan, still more elaborate perhaps,
but wonderfully effective. I simply
select the article that I want to take
home, pick it up when no one is
looking, and put it in my pocket.
I am, dear Mr. Punch,
Yours respectfully, UP-TO-DATE.
' ' Recce had turned the 500 mark before he
played a missing cannon (ho then recorded 51
of these strokes)." — Daily Chronicle.
Our favourite stroke, our record being
63 consecutive ones.
"Thero were many arguments ncm and
con, but tho writer cannot see how the
stewards could have decided otherwise."
Daily Xews.
The nems have it.
" The President [of tho Board of Trade] has
appointed Mr. F. H. McLeod (now Director of
Statistics in tho Labour Department) to be
Director of the Department of Labour
Statistics . ' ' — Times.
England is awake again.
" Tho first part of tho lecture concluded
with a good example of the Swiss yokel song
on tho gramaphono."
Bournemouth Daily Echo.
So much better than the curate's
imitation of the hackneyed jodel.
408
PUNCH, OR THE LONDON CHAKIVARI.
[M.\Y 21, 1913.
AT THE PLAY.
"TnK SEVEN SISTKKS."
IT takes the liberty of calling itself
a " comedy," by the same licence that
they use at the Gaiety. It is in fact a
musical comedy with the music mostly
away— a loss for which the absence of
a chorus makes full compensation. It
differs, too, from musical comedy by
the fact that the plot is actually
intelligible. This is not to say that it
is also reasonable; indeed, of the three
ruses employed by Count Horkoy to
achieve the marriage of the three eldest
daughters of Widow Gyurkovics,so as
to clear the way for his own wedlock
with the fourth, two at least were a
waste of ingenuity, since the lovers
needed no pressure. But it was some-
thing to see what the author was
driving at, even if his trick of creating
difficulties for the sake of overcoming
them was frankly transparent.
The scene is Hungary where thebands
come from. As for local colour, it is not
for me, or the Censor, to complain of
the spectacle of a Colonel of Hun-
garian Hussars who gets drunk at a
fancy-dress ball and introduces a
Lieutenant of ' Besorv.es (in the. same
condition) into the dormitory of his
four or five sisters-in-law in tho middle
of the night; for both the author
and translator of the play (presumably
designed for local consumption) are
Hungarians, and between them they
should know what is expected of native
officers in the matter of appropriate
behaviour. For us, so long as they
wore their dolmans well and had those
nice wriggly patterns in gold braid
down the fagado of their breeches, we
were not careful to ask whether their
manners were a credit to the cavalry of
the Kaiser- King.
That good actor, Mr. NORMAN TREVOR
(to whose excursion into management
I heartily wish success), was a sound
master of the ceremonies, and kept
things going whenever ho was there to
'look after them. But the most arresting
figure was Miss LAURA COWIK as the
fourth sister, a remarkable flapper of
sixteen-and-a-half years, whose exotic
beauty must have distinguished her
even among the storied belles of Buda-
Pesth. A3 she was required by her
mother to dress and behave like a child
of thirteen-and-a-half (so as not to
stand in the way of her elder sisters'
prospects), one looked for a certain
amount of sophistication. But it was
overdone. For all her girlish agility,
the innocent wonder in her big eyes,
and her length of visible stocking, this
Mid was a very precocious young per-
son, well advanced into the ago of indis-
cretion. But if Miss COWIE could not
completely disguise her own striking
personality it was still a clover perform-
ance Perhaps she was at her best
when her quick brain went into her
feet in a charming Hungarian measure,
which she (lanced with tho greatest verve.
It was rather sad to see Mr. EDMUND
MAURICE playing a fire-eating, dram-
drinking, jealous old Colonel of farce,
after his recent performances in serious
drama, but his fine intelligence gave
distinction to a commonplace part.
Mr. SAM SOTHERN, as a blackguard
who in his moments of insobriety
strongly resented blackguardly conduct
in another, was very amusing in the
trappings of a Eoman lictor, and might
Count Feri HorJcoy (Mr. NORMAN THEVOU)
to Mid (Miss LAUKA COWIE). " You have the
gladdest eye in all Savoy-Hungary I "
have done great execution with his
axe upon the timorous Cceur-de-Lion
of Mr. THESIGER if his deeds had been
as big as his words. By aid of a
pleasant stammer Mr. THESIGER con-
trived to sustain the part of an amorous
and Toots-\ike youth of no particular
consequence.
For a family of sisters so prono to
marriage it was difficult to find an
ineligible ; yet there was one such in
the person of Toni, a sort of village
idiot, played with extraordinary facial
probability by Mr. BERTRAM STEER,
though his accent seemed to suggest
that he had " coom from Sheffield."
Finally, Miss MARY EORKE, as the
mother of many dowerless daughters
handled her offspring with a fine sense
of maternal obligations.
Indeed, all the cast did its duty
well; and yet I cannot honestly say
that tho piece went with a roar, as
a farce should. Wo laughed goo;l-
lumouredly from time to tune, as
jeople do at amateur theatricals ; but I
doubt if there was a strained midriff
n the whole house. It was not tlmt
;ho fun was bad ; only that it was mild
and that there was scarcely enough of
it. In these respects tho play reminded
us of WORDSWORTH'S Wo are Seven ;
out there the similarity ended, and,
with the best will in the world, I
cannot predict that the popularity of
Mr. TREVOR'S production will ever
come into serious rivalry with that
masterpiece. O. S.
BOOKS AND THEIR MAKEES.
(SttuUcs i>i tho Puff Evasive.)
MESSRS. Pullman and Long-i'-th'-
Leg announce a novel with the attractive
title of The Bight Horrible Gentleman,
the hero of which is a democratic
politician of the name of George Davi-
loyd. The author of the novel, which
of course has no bearing on current
politics, is a gifted young lady, the
daughter of a retired General of Artillery,
w'ho writes under tho pen name of
Messalina Murgatroyd, and is considered
by Mr. C. K. SHORTER to be our great-
est female novelist since CHARLOTTE
BRONTE. .
Another political novel of engrossing
interest is The Rival Renegades, which
is promised us shortly by Mr. Hodley
Bedd. The two principal characters
are Colonel Jack Wise and Churston
Winchill, both of whom have crossed
the floor of the House and obtained
high office shortly after the transference
of their allegiance. Mr. Hodley Bedd,
in an interesting manifesto which he
has put forth, makes it perfectly clear
that the novel cannot in any way be
regarded as a roman a clef, the verbal
resemblances in the names of the chief
characters being due to purecoincidence.
Mr. Hugo Slazenger, the author, has
already a dozeu volumes to his credit,
his first work having elicited a cordial
tribute of praise from MEREDITH, PATEB,
and Mr. JAMES DOUGLAS, who pro-
nounced him to bo tho greatest satirist
since JUVENAL.
A fascinating novel of theatrical life
will shortly be issued through tho firm
of Doyly and Mush, entitled Crichton
Rcdivivns. The story and characters
are entirely imaginary, the chief rdle
being assigned to a wonderfully gifted
actor - manager named Sir Herbert
Shrubb, who late in life loses his speak-
ing voice and goes 011 the operatic
stage, to the mingled consternation and
delight of the musical public. The
authoress of this bewitching narrative
MAT
21,
1913.]
PUNCH,
OR
THK
LONDON
CHARIVARI.
409
Scene-shifter's Wife (during tlie slir'icks of the Jteroim). " THEY SAY 'E 's QUITE A. KIND 'CSBAND rs PRIVATE."
is none other than the well-known
poetess, Vinolia Soper, whose lyrics are,
in the opinion of Mr. C. K. SHORTER,
only surpassed by these of one other
living female bard, but are immeasurably
finer than anything SAPPHO ever wrote.
The heroine of Miss Moira Kiralfy's
now story is, in the expressive words of
her publisher, Mr. John Street, " a mix-
ture of Venus, JOAN OF ARC, GEORGE
SAND and NELLIE MELBA." The title
of the book is The, Greatest Woman
in the World, and the heroine's name
is Coira Miralfy. But we have the
most positive assurances from Mr.
Street that the story is not an auto-
biography, in proof of which assertion
it is enough to mention that Coira is
represented as being twenty-eight years
of age, while Miss Moira Kiralfy has
never been more than twenty-six since
the South African War.
"What to do with, your old Elephants.
"Calgary— Tho public market, which has
been a win to elephant sinco it was erected,
will probably bo converted into a public
swimming bath." — Vancouver Daily Province.
MOEE DEAMATIC COMBINES.
THE action (to which we referred last
week) of Sir HERBERT TREE in joining
forces with Mr. THOMAS BEECHAM to
produce the opera Ariadne in Naxos
as an additional Act of The Perfect
Gentleman is, we understand, being
immediately copied in other managerial
circles where it is recognised that this
policy of two plays for one is bound to
create a favourable impression.
* * *
Thus we have it on the worst
authority that Sir GEORGE ALEXANDER'S
forthcoming revival of The Second Mrs.
Tanqucray will be enriched by an en-
tirely new Act, in which Aubrey, seek-
ing to mitigate the boredom of Paula,
takes her to a musical comedy. The
composition of this novelty, which will
be given in its entirety, has been
entrusted to fourteen distinguished
specialists, and its production will bo
supervised by Mr. GEORGE EDWAHDES.
The Tanqueray party will occupy the
stage-box of the St. James's during the
performance.
* * *
Tho Queen's Theatre is also to be
brought into line with the new move-
ment, an epilogue being added to the
successful comedy, Get Rich Quick
Walling ford, in which we are shown
one of that gentleman's earliest bene-
factions to the town he booms — namely,
the erection of a Picture Palace. The
play will now conclude with an actual
performance as given in this building,
some special film-dramas having been
prepared at enormous expense. An
entire change of programme is to bo
advertised for Mondays and Thursdays.
* * *
Finally Mr. H. V. ESMOND has not
yet permitted us to announce that he
is about to extend his charming comedy,
Eliza comes to Stay, so that the various
plays passed by Sandy's household for
production by his actress-friend may be
brought to actual performance. A be-
ginning is to be made with the strong
" slice-of-life " play, hitherto only known
to London audiences through the frag-
mentary quotations made by Eliza from
the MS. Others will from time to time
be substituted as occasion serves; and
it is anticipated that thus strengthened
Eliza should stay for months and
months.
410
PUNCH, OR THE LONDON CHAEIVARL
[MAY 21, 1913.
CELEBRATED TRIALS.
I. — REX r. MULLINS.
THE prisoner in this case, which was tried yesterday,
before Mr. Justice Wolbore, was one Adolphus Mullins, of
Dunkeld Villa, Lavender Grove, Balham. Ho was charged
on an indictment with that lie being a person of full ago
had refrained from tendering himself or being accepted as
a witness before the Marconi Committee. Counsel for the
Crown were Sir Horace Biff, K.C., and Mr. Joinder. The
prisoner defended himself.
It appeared from the opening statement of bir Horac(
Biff that the prisoner, whose age was stated to be twenty-
eight, was employed as managing clerk to a firm of ac-
countants, whose names for obvious reasons we prefer to
withhold from publication. Ho had had ample warning of
the results certain to follow if ho continued recalcitrant.
His employers had more than once adjured him not to
imperil a good salary and a respectable position ; his friends
had urged him to be a man and get the business over, and
Sir ALBERT SPICEK, the Chairman of the Marconi Committee,
had with his own hand addressed to him/o!<r notices com-
manding his presence in the Committee-room. It was not
necessary in such cases to send more than two notices, and
it would bo seen therefore that prisoner had been treated
with exceptional indulgence. At the present moment there
were only six other cases of a similar nature awaiting trial,
and in five of these the defendants were confidently expected
to make due submission. He mentioned this to show with
what universal alacrity British subjects all over the world
had obeyed the new statute enforcing their attendance before
the Committee. The prisoner was evidently a man of ob-
stinate, he might almost say of savagely obstinate, character.
It would be proved that he had thrown Sir ALBERT SPICER'S
notices into the waste -paper basket, accompanying this
deeply regrettable act with words tending to bring the
Committee into contempt. He had actually been heard to
say that the members of the Committee were busybodies
Prisoner (interrupting). As a matter of fact I said they
were
His Lordship (severely). Hush, prisoner. Do not aggra-
vate the painful position in which you are placed. You
will have an opportunity at a later stage of giving evidence
and of calling witnesses, if such there be, on your own behalf.
Prisoner. Oh, all right. Have it your own way. I only
thought — —
His Lordship. What you thought is of no importance.
Cogitationcs non debcnt admitti.
Police Constable Malting was the first witness. On
Thursday, April 17, he went to prisoner's house at Balham
armed with a warrant. Prisoner was having dinner. On
seeing witness he said, " Halloa." Witness then arrested
him and gave him the usual warning. Prisoner said,
"It's this Marconi rubbish, I suppose. If you can find
my cheque-book you're cleverer than you look." Witness
then searched the house and found four notices from Sir
ALBERT SPICER in the waste-paper basket. He now pro-
duced them.
Cross-examined (by Prisoner). Had no grudge against
prisoner. Had never asked prisoner's mother for a pot of
ale. Did not know the lady and didn't want to.
The Prisoner. I protest.
His lordship cautioned the witness. If he did not know
the lady it was impossible for him to say whether lie
wanted to know her.
At this point a woman sitting in the hack of the court
and understood to be the prisoner's mother called out that
the constable was no gentleman. She was removed kissing
her hand to the judge.
Witness, continuing, said he had tendered himself as a
witness to the Marconi Committee. All the members of
the Metropolitan Police had done the same. Did not know
when he would bo called. Perhaps in two or three years.
His Lordship. It is useless to pursue this line of cross-
:xamination. The witness has only done his duty as an
Englishman under the statute.
Other witnesses proved that the prisoner had habitually
abused the Marconi Committee, going so far as to say that
:he whole thing was a nuisance. He had also concealed
:iis cheque-book and pass-book, thus contravening section 10
of the statute.
The Prisoner called no witnesses, but went into the box
and made a long and rambling statement in the course of
which he appealed to Magna Charta and • the Petition of
Right. He also hinted that his lordship himself had not
given evidence before the Committee or tendered himself
as a witness.
His Lordship. I am excepted in the schedule which
applies to Lunatics, Field Marshals, Admirals of the Fleet,
Judges of the High Court and persons of no fixed habitation.
The Prisoner then said that ho didn't know what English-
men were coming to and, leaving the witness-box, resumed
iiis place in the dock.
His lordship in a brief summing-up reviewed the evidence,
and the jury, without leaving the box, returned a verdict of
Guilty on all the counts.
His lordship, speaking with evident emotion, said the
prisoner had had a thoroughly fair and impartial trial. The
jury could not consistently with their oath have returned
any other verdict. This kind of conduct must be put a
stop to. The sentence of the Court was that the prisoner
be condemned to ten years' service as assistant secre-
tary to the Marconi Committee, to be followed by three
years' detention in a wireless signal station in one of
the Falkland Islands.
THE CULT OF THE REALLY HEROIC.
WHEN I was plucked and my unbending sire
Showed me the door without a grain of pity,
I wrote some verses on paternal ire
Which, I am proud to think, were very witty ;
And thanks to this, the last of all his wiggings,
Managed to pay my first week's rent in diggings.
I did not falter when my dove, my dear,
Refused me, and my heart was knocked to flinders ;
I piled the pieces over Cupid's bier
And raised some sort of Phoenix from the cinders—
A bilious Bird of Humour, rather skinny ;
But, anyway, it brought me in a guinea.
And when my stuff recoiled upon my head
In dark profusion, pretty nearly blighting
My best endeavours after daily bread,
I cursed my gods — but put the curse in writing :
Stanza by stanza turned my bitter burden
To some gay jest, hoping to gain some guerdon.
And now, O merry Muse ! when downright ill,
Supine beneath the influenza demon,
I tell you I foresee a doctor's bill,
We can't give way, we 've got to put some steam oil ;
Fortes pej or aq uc passi — we've been through more
Troubles than this. Come, turn the thing to humour!
The Sea Cook.
From "Naval Appointments" in TheEvening Standard:—
" Chief Bunner — J. Mowbray to the Egraont."
MAY HI, l!)i:t.j
PUNCH, OR THE LONDON CHARIVARI.
-ill
THE CAMPAIGN AGAINST SHOP-LIFTERS.
NEHVOUS BUT ABSOLUTELY INNOCENT CUSTOMER MAKING A FEW PURCHASES.
OUR BOOKING-OFFICE.
(By Mr. Punch's Staff of Learned Clerks.)
I SOLEMNLY accuse Mr. MAUHICH HEWLETT of obtaining
sympathy under false pretences. This is my case. There
are few things that make a stronger appeal to me than
studies of the mystic, of strange visions, and of glimpses of
half-human dwellers by wood and hill. And as no writer
can treat these with a surer touch than Mr. HEWLETT, I
exulted greatly to find them within the covers of Lore of
Proserpine (MACMILLAN). Moreover, they were combined
a little, should the special nature of the horror demand it ;
but he must never, never wink. The result is bound to be
confusion and disillusionment.
English political life, as Mr. FORD MADOX HUEFFEE under-
stands it, is at once too tedious and too sordid for superior
persons to have anything to do with. For this reason
Mr. Blood, a gentleman of great wealth and long pedigree
but no sort of manners, having a mild curiosity to witness
the spectacle of a meteoric Parliamentary career, naturally
chose some viler body than his own for the experiment.
•» r -ni • t . i-r-r -w- *• *
ith yet another favourite theme of mine— the memories of | Mr. Fleiglit (HowABD LATIMER) was a millionaire soap
lonely and introspective childhood. I may say at once that boiler of Semitic extraction who had taken a good University
several of the essays, or stories, in the book were all that
my anticipation had painted them. I liked, for example,
The Boy in the Wood"— in spite of some hateful detail—
for its quality of honest inexplicability. Also, I shivered
deliriously over the tale of "The Fairy Wife," with its fine
working up to the shattering climax of the storm. These
things were all excellent. And then suddenly I was faced
ith the picture of a crowd of anxious Londoners meeting
at night in Hyde Park to worship a Telegraph Messenger
whose name, supplied by a sympathetic policeman, was
Quidnunc \ Here I confess myself baffled. Does Mr.
HEWLETT only intend the somewhat obvious allegory, or is
o being mystical or farcical, or what ? The thing, like the
others, is strikingly and cleverly told; the impassioned
appeals from the crowd, the aloofness of the uniformed boy,
are seizable and real. But by so much the more did it, in
this connection, irritato me. A dealer in the occult may
whisper and frown as much as ho likes ; he may even leer
a good University
degree but was apparently unable to soar without the in-
fluence of Mr. Blood to pilot him. Accepting this curious
aeronautical convention, I confess that for a great many
pages of Mr. HUEFFER'S latest book I thought that I was
in for the best piece of farcical satire that has been written
since Mr. Clutterbtick's Election. Later on, however, we
seemed to strike an air pocket, or whatever it is that aviators
do. For surely Mr. Flcight, if he was to justify the
rapidity of his start, should have become at the very least
a Cabinet Minister. Yet at the end of the novel he has
only just, and that by a lucky accident, attained to the
dignity of an M.P. What is that for a millionaire under
patronage whoso pathway is everywhere soaped for him ?
The fact is that Mr. HuEFFERfinds himself so much interested
in his scornful and amusing criticism of our habits, our
politics and our Press that the fun and the movement of the
plot are compelled to suffer for it. But there is a great deal
of happy burlesq^a scattered about in Mr. Fleight, and
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[MAT 21, 1913.
there arc some very jolly characters. Especially do I like
Miss Macphail, the German editress of The Halfpenny
WcrL-Iti, and Clunij Macplierson, the poet, who goes about
reciting his sonnets and making in a high-pitched voice
such remarks as this : " I knew a nasty fellow called Doe,
whose aunt always toasted the late Queen in China tea,
and she had a sister who bred Newfoundlands." There
was, in fact, a lot to laugh at before we planed down,
but exactly what it was all about please don't ask me. I
am still in the air as to that.
Any book about life on the other side of tho bridges that
conies with tho explicit recommendation of Mr. ALEXANDER
PATKKSON will show tho fine qualities of sincerity and
reality, for he speaks as one having tho authority of know-
ledge and not as many scribes with an equipment of
imaginative theories. He has written a characteristic
preface to Halfpenny Alley (SMITH, ELDER), by MARJORY
HARDCASTLB, a nurse whose pictures of the folk to whom
she has ministered have been cleverly worked up from the
notes of her diary. She
has the power of visua-
lising and vitalising the
characters which she has
observed with the preci-
sion of a perfect sym-
pathy and a real afi'ec-
tion, and has many
touching things to say
of the kindliness and
courage of the alley
dwellers. A sort of forced
optimism, if I may so
call it, seems to colour
the outlook both of the
author and of tho writer
of the preface. I think
it must be a protective
device assumed against
despair in the discourag-
ing work to which both
havo set their hands.
For on the evidence here
set forth there is but too little cause for optimism. Bather,
a vision of illimitable expense of spirit in a waste of squalor
too horrible for anything but anger or tears. Not all the
humour in the world cau really lighten the picture, but it
is splendid to see so brave an attempt to do so.
Miss ETHEL SIDGWICK entitles her new novel, Succession
(SiDGWiCK AND JACKSON), a " biographical fragment," and
as this " fragment " consists of nearly six hundred very
closely printed pages her ideas of a novel of proper length
must be Chinese. Here, in this sequel to Promise, she
displays a fine and most excellent courage, but she also
demands courage of her reader. Her method of explana-
tion and illustration reveals itself as the most accurate
report of what is, to the innocent reader, unimportant dia-
unclos, aunts, cousins, ultimately (and most happily) fathers
— rush at him, scream at him, pinch him, kiss him, dress
him, undress him, applaud him, abuse him. From the
tumult emerges at last the consciousness that Antoinc is
ill; tho babel is silenced; for the sake of his health he is
conveyed to bracing wildernesses, and tho six hundred pages
are at an end. Then, if the reader has had the courage
demanded of him, incidents and figures do emerge. A grand-
father, a composer, a doctor — all, for their very haphazard
appearances, amazingly lifelike. But the virtues of Miss
SIDGWICK'S method are to be best observed in retrospect.
The Lauren-sons (CONSTABLE) loaves me unenvious of the
girl who is adopted into a largo family of distant and malo
cousins, for apparently she will want to marry two or three
of them, and tho same number will want to marry her, and
tho end will be confusion. Alice, of course, put her money
on tho wrong Laurcnson (Clira by name), not knowing that
he had a natural gift for bolting. He loft her on the very
day of the wedding, and the main interest of the story lies
in the fact that his flight
led him to a Jesuit esta-
blishment. This place,
wo are told, is " not
drawn from any com-
munity in the United
Kingdom," a statement
I find no difficulty in
believing. Olive's trick
of bolting was not, how-
ever, to be cured by the
Jesuits, for even after he
had taken his vows he
once more took to his
heels. It was this second
bolt rather than the first
that made me very sorry
for Alice, for in the in-
terval she had divorced
him, and when he turned
up again was comfortably
married to his brother.
Having saved Clirc from
the Jesuits, Mr. E. K. WEEKES is content to leave him;
but I think that ho should (for Alice's sake) have seen
him through just one more bolt. The book is very well
written and can be recommended to those who are not likely
to find offence in its religious point of view.
A TEST FOE NUTS.
It is a curious thing that when publishers print on the
paper wrapper of a novel a little paragraph summarising
its contents they should so often draw attention to features
which on investigation prove not very attractive, and say
nothing about those which are. Thus it is claimed for Miss
JEAN WEBSTER'S Daddy Long-Legs that it has a " dramatic
and altogether unexpected " ending, and I can only say
that if Messrs. HODDER AND STOUGHTON did not foresee tho
finish half-way through they can't be nearly as intelligent
logue, and this dialogue throughout the six hundred pages as I am. No hint is given of the really good part of the
flows about the small person of Antoino Edgell, musical j book. Fortunately for me, my interest did not depend on
genius, sometimes engulfs him altogether, sometimes recedes, any attempt at mystification, but on the intimate description
leaving him high and dry and pitifully scared. To the of an American girls' college. I fancy that a good many
reader it is as though Miss SIDGWICK had suddenly opened! of us know very little about this quite attractive phase of
a door upon an exceedingly noisy family of mixed nation-
ality. There the family are — bewildering, hasty, irritable,
real as anything, but needing most certainly some sort of
explanatory footnotes. But footnotes are not for Miss
SIDGWICK. Antoine is a genius whose physical strength
gives way again and again, whilst the family — grandfathers,
American life, and I am sure that Miss WEBSTER'S charming
picture of it would havo gained more admirers if the para-
graph on the cover had said something about it. I can
only hope that Miss WEBSTER has plenty of readers who
know her too well to be dependent on information conveyed
by a wrapper.
MAY 28. 1913.]
PUNCH, OR THE LONDON CHARIVARI.
113
CHARIVARIA.
THE Budget Committee of the French
fracas at the Garrick theatre had hocn
continued, tlio rivals, by agreeing to
share the cinematograph rights in these
Parliament has decided that no Casino i struggles, would probably have made
where gambling is carried on shall be more money than by the production of
allowed within sixty miles of Paris. Baron HKNHI DK ROTHSCHILD'S play.
\Vo are glad to know that
the inhabitants of this old
Puritan stronghold are to be
guarded from temptation.
Berlin is to have a fine
new golf course. This is good
news, for it is hoped that in
course of time the Germans
will follow our example by
paying more attention to golf
than to national defence, and
then we shall not be so un-
fairly handicapped.
:|: *
Lord ROSEBERY points out
that the local authorities dis-
claim ownership of the Roman
Eoad "near Epsom ; arid the
Italian Government, we hear,
is being urged by expansion-
ists at Rome to put in a claim
for the thoroughfare.
X' ^i
In consequence of com-
plaints by Suffragettes certain
prison vans will in future be
labelled " Ladies Only."
Among the recent exploits
of the Suffragettes was a visit
at night to the Eoyal Asylum
at Aberdeen, where, we un-
derstand, many sympathisers
with the militant movement
are staying.
* _ *
Mayor GAYNOR of New
York declares that marriage
is t lie only cure for the English
malignant Suffragettes. We
fear, however, that in these
decadent days our men lack j
the necessary pluck to give
the suggested remedy a trial. ,
Mr. EAYMOND EOZE is to !
give us a season of grand
opera in English at Covent
Garden in November. If
there's anything in a name,
here is the chance of a life-
time for our humorists.
know, and it will take a lot of beating.
I want to see everything in this city so
I '11 bo able to compare it with San
Francisco." We are glad to have this
frank warning that wo are on our trial.
THERE is BOUND TO BE A REACTION AGAINST THE nusu AND
EXCITEMENT OP THIS AGE. AFTEB MOTOB POLO —
WE MAY EXPECT BATH-ClIXIB CROQUET.
Miss SHIRLEY KELLOG, of the Hippo-
drome, will, it is announced, be " married
quietly " to Mr. ALBERT DE COURVILLE,
on the 31st inst. Dare we understand
this to mean that the marriage service
will not be enlivened by any rag-time
music ? ... .,.
It is estimated that if the alleged
Mr. CHARLES GULLIVER secured last
week for the Palladium not only LITTLE
TICK, but also the Columbia Park Boy
Scouts. Gulliver's fondness for the
Lilliputians is of course well known.
' * '
By the way, one of the little American
visitors, interviewed by a representative
of The Daily Mail, said, " Of course,
San Francisco is a very great city, you
The failure of a member of
the French company playing
in the revue J' Adore (ja to
turn up one day last week,
caused the production to be
delayed for a quarter of an
hour. French revues must be
very different to English ones
if the omission of any part
interferes at all with the
intelligibility of the plot.
"* * '
Reuter tells us that when
Mr. ASQUITH landed at Corfu
he had a great reception from
the inhabitants, and " ac-
knowledged their welcome by
saluting." This show of
militarism on the part of the
PRIME MINISTER is resented
by many of his supporters.
With reference to the cor-
respondence in a contempo-
rary as to " Exorbitant Dock
Charges," a gentleman writes
to us from an address in the
New Cut to say that, although
he was only in the dock for a
few minutes the other day, he
had to pay no less than five
pounds for the privilege.
* ^ =::
A well - dressed baby was
found late one night last week
in the forecourt of a house in
Parsons Hill, Woolwich. He
is supposed to have been
brought out by a burglar for
training purposes and to have
been forgotten in a hurried
departure. ... ,..
*
Not only was there an acci-
dent at a launch at Liverpool
last week, but there was also,
we hope, an accident in The
Liverpool Echo's account of
it. Says our contemporary : —
" As the vessel was gliding into
the river the Lady Mayoress met
with a slight accident, parts of the
battle broken on the craft flying
back and striking her hand, cutting one of her
finger).
Congratulatory speeches followed at the
luncheon." ,,, %
&
From June 1st to September 30th,
farmers will be able to obtain daily fore-
casts of the weather from the Meteoro-
logical Office. It is significant as to the
sort of weatherexpected that the requisite
fees will have to be paid in advance.
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MR. PUNCH'S DIDACTIC NOVELS.
(The First, and probably the Last.)
[In humble imitation of Mr. EUSTACE
MII.KS'S serial in Jfi-tltluranl Ho! (Hulp!),
and in furtherance o£ tho great principle of
self-culture.]
THE MYSTERY OF GORDON SQUARE.
SYNOPSIS OF PREVIOUS CHAPTERS.
EOGEB DANGEKFIELD, the famous
barrister, is passing through Gordon
Square one December night when lie
suddenly comes across the dead body
of a man of about forty years. To his
horror he recognises it to be that of his
friend, Sir Eustace Butt, M.P., who
lias bean stabbed in seven places. Much
perturbed by the incident, Roger goes
home and decides to lead a new life.
Hitherto he had been notorious in the
London clubs for his luxurious habits,
but now he'rises at 7.30 every morning
and breathes evenly through the nose
for five minutes before dressing.
After three weeks of the breathing
exercise, Roger adds a few simple
lunges to his morning drill. Detective-
Inspector Frenchard tells, him that he
has a clue to the death of Sir Eustace,
but that the murderer is still at large.
Roger sells his London house and
takes a cottage in the country, where
he practises the simple life. He is
now lunging ten times to the right, ten
times fo the' left and ten times back-
wards every morning, besides breathing
lightly through the nose during his
bath.
One day he meets a Yogi, who tells
him that if he desires to track the
murderer down he must learn concentra-
tion. He suggests that Roger should
start by concentrating on the word
" wardrobe," and then leaves this story
and goes back to India. Roger sells
his house in the country and comes
back to town, where he concentrates
for half-an-hour daily on the word
"wardrobe"; besides, of. course, perse-
vering^ with his breathing and lunging
exercises. After a heavy morning's
drill he is passing through Gordon
Square when he comes across the body
of bis old friend, Sir Joshua Tubbs,
M.P., who has been stabbed nine times.
Roger returns home quickly, and de-
cides to practise breathing through the
ears.
CHAPTER XCI.
Preparation,
The appalling death of Sir Joshua
Tubbs, M.P., following so closely upon
that of Sir Eustace Butt, M.P., meant
the beginning of a new life for Roger.
His morning drill now took the follow-
ing form : —
On rising at 7.30 A.M. he sipped a
glass of distilled water, at the same
time concentrating on the word " ward-
robe." This lasted for ten minutes,
after which he stood before the open
window for five minutes, breathing
alternately through tho right ear and
the left. A vigorous series of lunges
followed, together with the simple
kicking exercises detailed in Chapter
LIV.
These over, there was a brief interval
of rest, during which our hero, breathing
heavily through the back of his neck,
concentrated on the word "dough-nut."
Refreshed by the mental discipline,
he rose and stood lightly on the ball of
his left foot, at the same time massag-
ing himself vigorously between the
shoulders with his right. After five
minutes of this he would rest again,
lying motionless except for a circular
movement of the ears. A cold bath, a
brisk rub down and another glass of
distilled water, completed the morning
training.
But it is time we got on with the
story. The murder of Sir Joshua Tubbs,
M.P., had sent a thrill of horror through
England, and hundreds of people wrote
indignant letters to the Press, blaming
the police for their neglect to discover
the assassin. Detective - Inspector
Frenchard, however, was hard at work,
and he was inspired by the knowledge
that, he could always rely upon the
assistance of Roger Dangerfield, the
famous barrister, who had sworn to
track the murderer down.,
To prepare himself for the forth-
coming struggle Roger decided, one
sunny day in June, to give up the meat
diet upon which he had relied so long,
and to devote himself entirely to a
vegetable regime. With that thorough-
ness which was now becoming a
characteristic of him, he left London
and returned to the country, with the
intention of making a study of food
values.
CHAPTER XCII.
Love Comes In.
It was a beautiful day in July, and
the. country was looking its best.
Roger rose at 7.30 A.M. and performed
those gentle, health-giving exercises
which have already been described in
previous chapters. On this glorious
morning, however, he added a simple
exercise for the elbows to his customary
ones, and went down to his breakfast
as hungry as the proverbial hunter. A
substantial meal of five dried beans
and a stewed nut awaited him in the
fine oak-panelled library ; and, as he
did ample justice to the banquet, his
thoughts went back to the terrible days
when he lived the luxurious meat-eating
life of the ordinary man-about-town ; to
the evening when lie discovered the
body of Sir Eustace Butt, M.P., and
swore to bring the assassin to ven-
geance; to the day when •
Suddenly he realised that his thoughts
were wandering. With iron \vill he
controlled them and concentrated fixedly
on the word " dough-nut " for twelve
minutes. Greatly refreshed he rose
and strode out into the sun.
At the door of his cottage a girl was
standing. She was extremely beautiful,
and Roger's heart would have jumped
if he had not had that organ (thanks to
Twisting Exercise 23) under perfect
control.
"Is this the way to Denfield?" she
asked.
" Straight on," said Roger.
He returned to his cottage, breathing
heavily through his ears.
CHAPTER XCIII.
Another Sunrise.
Six months went by, and tho mur-
derer of Sir Joshua Tubbs, M.P., and Sir
Eustace Butt, M.P., still remained at
large. Roger had sold his cottage in
the country and was now in London,
performing his exercises with regularity,
concentrating daily upon the words
"wardrobe," "dough-nut," and "wasp,"
and living entirely upon proteids.
One day ha had the idea that he
would s!art a restaurant in the East-
End for the sale of meatless foods.
This would bring him in touch with
tho lower classes, among whom he
expected to find the assassin of his two
oldest friends.
In less than a year the shop was a
tremendous success. In spite of this,
however,1 Roger did not neglect his
exercises; takingpartjcularcare to keep
the toes well turned in when lunging
ten times backwards. (Exercise 17.)
Once, to his joy, the girl whom he had
first met outside his country cottage
came in and had her simple lunch of
Smilopat (ninepence. the dab) at his
shop. That evening he lunged twelve
times to the right instead of ten.
One day business had taken Roger
to the West-End. As he was returning
home at midnight through Gordon
Square, he suddenly stopped and stag-
gered back.
A body lay on the ground before him!
Hastily turning it over upon its face,
Roger gave a cry of horror.
It was Detective-Inspector French-
ard ! Stabbed in eleven places !
Roger hurried madly home, and de-
vised an entirely new set of exercises
for his morning drill. A full description
of these, however, must be reserved for
another chapter.
(To be continued — elsewhere.)
A. A. M.
PUNCH, OR THE LONDON CHARIVARI.— MAY 28, 1913.
THE 'BUNNY HUG."
MODERN YOUTH (to Terpsichore). " MY HUG, I THINK."
MB. PUNCH. " MY KICK, I KNOW ! "
MAY 28. 1913.]
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PoES THE L-AfNULOR.0 K.NOW?
WILL HE POST THE LETTER.'?
DESI3NS FOR PROBLEM PICTURES.
THIS YEAR'S ACADEMY is BATHER DISAPPOINTING! nt THE MATTEB OP PROBLEM PICTUEES, A FEATCBJS WHICH THE PUBLIC EAGEHLIC
EXPK.CTS.
MR. PUffCH GIVES A FEW SUGGESTIONS TO ARTISTS WHO MAY BE CASTING ABOUT FOB SUBJECTS FOB NEXT YEAB, AND HOPES THAT
THEY MAY HAVE THE EFFECT OF BRIGHTENING BURLINGTON HoUSF..
"0 YOU MORTAL ENGINES."
[The Uorough of Louth (Lincolnshire) has mislaid its firo-ongine.]
Ho, Town and County Councils, come listen to my lay ;
You don't get such a tale as this (with moral) every day.
I show how, when executives once close the watchful eye,
Municipal appliances may spread their wings and fly.
Louth is an ancient borough in Lincoln's homely shire,
And Louth possessed an engine for subjugating fire
(A little thing, hut still their own). Where is that engine
now ?
Well, to be brief, it disappeared, and Louth is asking
"How?"
The search was systematic (the Surveyor saw to that) :
Each burgess turned his pockets out and shook his front-
door mat ;
Each tweeny raked her ashbin, her box each maid un-
packed ;
But still the mystory was there, the m t was still uncracked.
They dragged the little river which sparkles through the town ;
They pulled the lowest drain-pipes up, the tallest chimneys
down ;
But high or low they never found that enemy to flame
Bought fifty years ago to fight the fire that never came.
Men say that, when the Council met, strange scenes were
acted there :
The Mayor he searched the learned Clerk, the Clerk he
stripped the Mayor ;
The Aldermen, the Councillors expectant stood around,
But not on either officer the missing toy was found.
They ordered a Committee, the Committee of Estates,
To trace the peccant runaway, and there the matter waits.
And every decent citizen, east, west and north and south,
Will pray that in the interim no firo may visit Louth.
The New St. George.
" Wanted, Young Han for Orra Beast."
jidvt. in " Aberdeen Er filing Express."
418
PUNCH, OR THE LONDON CHARIVARI.
28, 1913.
UNREST IN THE CRICKET
FIELD.
short-slip if 1 had been left-handed)
had not interposed his knee. For a
moment it looked as though the peculiar
TIIK prevailing spirit of unrest in | arrangement of the field had lost me
cricketing circles bids fair to be exas- 1 four runs. It was all right, however,
perated by the new controversy as to j as we had the presence of mind to run
' n ' four whilst the fielders were trying to
whether the left-hand batsman should
be barred. Personally I am against all
this barring business. Once we start
barring things in cricket we shall never
know whether we are playing under the
" Marquess of Queensberry " or the
find out if the man's leg was broken.
When they got him into the pavilion
the doctor confirmed my view that there
was nothing quite broken and that the
man was making an unnecessary fuss.
Billiard Control" rules. And what ' The Wopplestone people seemed to think
about the ambidextrous man '?
If the Wopplestone Wanderers had
been certain whether I was
left-handed or right-handed
the annual contest between
that club and Murkytown
might not have .been dis-
continued. I do not believe
that all the unpleasantness
was due to my idea' of
bowling fast " full: tosses "
at the top of the stumps.
I captained the Murky-
town team. I had been
trying my full toss theory
at the nets. Our regular
Captain was batting at the
moment and did not recover
in time for the Wopplestone
match. I won the toss and
exercised a captain's privi-
lege of going in first.
I never stated that I was
a left-handed batsman. If,
because I took guard like
a left - handed batsman,
the Wopplestone Captain
jumped to. the: conclusion
that I was going to bat
left-handed and placed his
field accordingly, I cannot
see that I was to blame.
There is no rule as to how
a batsman must take guard.
I need not have taken
guard at all. Nor, so 'far as
that I had done it on purpose, though
I explained that I had no idea that he
that his
A FIGURE OF SPEECH.
COME ON, SAM ; WE 'BE GOING 'OME. DRAW STUMPS.
I am aware, is there any rule that an
ambidextrous man must declare whether
he will bat left-handed or right-handed.
As a matter of fact I am really right-
handed, but no bigot on the matter.
I can both bat and bowl fairly well
left-handed.
The Wopplestone slow bowler started
trundling to me. I could not be ex-
pected to know that my turning round
just as he reached the wicket would put
him off. I do not believe that it was my
action that caused him to bowl a slow
full pitch. I daresay that I should
have hit it just as hard as I did if I had
played it left-handed. It is true that
in that case it would have been to the
off instead of to leg. The. ball would
easily have gone to the boundary
if short-fine-leg (he would have been
I need not describe our innings in
detail. Their slow bowler never found
his length, if he ever had one, and the
fast bowler refused to get off the
pavilion table. The change bowlers
were not on the day worthy of the
name of howlers. The whole side
seemed upset. Brockletops and I did
pretty well what we liked.
When we had made 215 for 3 wickets
I declared the innings closed. Brockle-
tops had the satisfaction of being not
out. Whatever Brockletops says, I
am ready to swear that I did not know
score was then exactly 99.
Anyhow, I disapprove of
making a fetish of centuries.
Ninety-nine runs are very
nearly as useful as a
hundred. Even if another
run would have entitled
Brockletops to receive a
bat I think that club
cricket should be played in
a strictly amateur spirit.
Although I am in favour
of reasonable reforms I am
not so self-opinionated as
to depart unnecessarily
from ancient tradition. I
accordingly again exercised
the prerogative of my office
and started the bowling. I
exploited my full toss
theory. I do not think
that I was in any way to
blame because the first ball
did not swerve in the air
quite so much as I expected
it to do. Anyway I was
not responsible for the fact
that the first batsmen was
a short fat man, nor
that he presented the full
breadth of his anatomy
to the ball. All said and
done, it only hit him in the
wind. In the most sports-
man-like manner I offered
was their champion fast bowler. I also ] to allow him to continue his innings
pointed out what a silly thing it was to
put a man in such a position if they
wanted to use him for anything else,
especially if the other man was going
to bowl slow full tosses to leg.
After that they wanted me to declare
whether I would bat right-handed or
left-handed. I naturally refused. As
they pressed the matter I eventually
'Said that I expected mostly to bat right-
handed but declined to bind myself.
Just to show that I was not bigoted, I
played the next ball left-handed. The
bowler was still uncertain of his length
and a slow long hop only just missed
short-square-leg's head on its way to
the boundary (he • would have been
point had I been batting right-
handed, as they soemed to expect).
later on, when he was feeling better;
but he decided to go on feeling ill.
It was entirely the next man's own
fault that my first ball hit him behind
the ear. There was absolutely no
necessity for him to have ducked his
head. I am given to understand that
about three days afterwards, when he
learnt for the first time that he had been
given out l.b.w., he had a relapse. I
still think that our umpire's decision
on the subject was correct.
If the wicket-keeper had taken the
next ball in his hands instead of on his
instep, I should have accomplished
what would have been a moral hat
trick. Not content with missing what
was, after all, a fairly simple catch, and
so spoiling my bowling analysis, he
MAY 28, 1913.]
PUNCH, OR THE LONDON CHARIVARI.
419
insisted on going into the pavilion to
batlio his foot. Consequently I was
put to all tho bother of finding some-
one else to take his place.
I soon got rid of the man who had
missed. I slipped in attempting
to bowl an extra fast one, and the bats-
nuui was completely deceived by the
ball unexpectedly bouncing.
Tho next man was silly enough to come
in without batting-gloves. Tliefirst time
that I hit him on the fingers settled him.
If a man has not got more sense than
that he ought not to play cricket.
The Captain then came in. This
fellow, besides being no sportsman, was
a coward. He stood about a yard from
the wicket and made stupid chops at
the ball. He was lucky enough by this
unorthodox method to deflect the ball
several times through the slips.
We might have had quite a difficulty
in getting rid of him if I had not had
the resource suddenly to bowl the ball
with my left hand. It was not a very
good ball, but tho man who said that
it bounced five times was guilty of
exaggeration. The batsman only made
a feeble attempt to play it and was
bowled. He was inclined to be un-
pleasant about it, but could produce no
rule against the bowler's delivering the
ball with either hand without warning.
I still maintain that he had not even a
moral grievance. He might, it is true,
have insisted on taking fresh guard,
but an inch or two one way or the
other can make no difference to a man
who adopts a stance about a yard from
tho wicket. He could not follow this
argument, though I spent some time
explaining it to him with diagrams.
After the defeat of their Captain the
rest of the team seemed to lose heart.
As no one else came out to bat, we
allowed a good two minutes a man
before putting the wicket down. I
think that the rest of the side were
rightly entered in the score book " run
out," except, perhaps, the man who
could not get off the pavilion table.
" Absent, hurt" would no doubt be the
technical description in his case. The
effect, anyway, was the same, as I
suppose that, strictly speaking, I could
not count them in my analysis. It was
absurd that in the circumstances I was
only credited with three wickets. It
was an easy win, and personally I
thoroughly enjoyed the game.
Wo understand (from his Master of the
Robes) that Sir GEOBGE ALEXANDER
hopes to improve upon Mr. ARTHUR
BOUKCHIKU'S appearance in Crccsus, and
has commissioned from the house of
EOTHSCIIILD a play for which he has
himself suggested a title : The Trouser-
Crcesus.
INFORMATION.
"Si. GEORGE'S 'OspiiAt, — VU.L ZE TRAM TAKE ME?"
" NO ; BUT THE AMBULANCE WILL IF TOO DON1! *OP OFF TIIE LINE I "
THE CEEMATION OF THE
WHITE ELEPHANT.
I FOUND the Trevors in the highest
spirits. They were never a very de-
spondent family, but this afternoon
they bubbled.
There were so many persons present
and the conversation was so excited and
general that my entrance was effected
without attracting any notice, and 1
sank into a chair and waited till some
one should see me and provide a cup of
tea.
Meanwhile scraps of talk came my
way.
I heard Mrs. Trevor say, in her shrill
voice, " It was costing us a clear four
hundred a year. We couldn't let it
anyhow, and we couldn't afford to live
there."
" No," said Muriel in her decisive
tones ; " no one was hurt."
"Father is going to send a present
to the brigade, of course," said Delia,
" but beyond that it won't cost us
anything."
" Insured right enough, I should think
so ! " said Eustace. " Six thousand of
the very best."
" And we 're all going to Italy as a
reward," cried Madge. "Just think:
Venice, Florence, Assisi ! "
" Yes, my love," bayed Mr. Trevor,
who speaks from his very sole, "it
almost makes one inclined to give 'em
the vote. Only of course that wouldn't
be logical. But gratitude, you know. . . ."
It was then that I was at last per-
ceived and drawn into the circle.
"Oh, what do you think?" said
Madge, seizing my arm. " We 've had
such a bit of luck. The Suffragettes
have burned down that dreadful
country place of father's ia Shropshire.
Isn't it splendid ? "
420
PUNCH, OR THE LONDON CHARIVARI.
[MAY 28, 1913.
MORE ACADEMY ENCOURAGE-
MENTS.
(Being a composite plagiarism of some
of " Mr. Punch's " contemporaries.)
A FURTHER visit to the Academy
discovers a few works of merit that
escaped our first notice. Amidst the
clash of simpering portraiture, jejune
"story-tellers," and trivial idylls of
moor and sea, the jaded eyesight finds
rest and peace in Mr. John Sturdue's
study of still life, The 0.3 taking in Milk
Cans at Bedhill, or the same artist's
breezy, yet restrained, treatment of
perspective in The Tube near Dover
Street — a delicate landscape that has
been carelessly hung next to Mr.
Harris Weimber's somewhat fantastic
Ichthyosauria coming down to water:
South Harrow, purchased, we under-
stand, by the District Railway as a
companion to their well-known posters
of the unexplored regions to which they
invite the tourist.
Despite a topicality better suited to
the cinema than Burlington House,
Mr. Lionel Fraber's Tioo on a Tower,
depicting a recent affair at the Monu-
ment, has qualities that deserve a more
permanent theme. Mr. Fraber has
indeed approached his subject witli a
robustness that makes one almost glad
that no other sense but vision is needed
for the interpretation of this joy day
of Femininity. Another " Suffragette "
picture, wherein the morale of this cause
is strongly portrayed, is Mr. Frank II.
Burnish's The Militant's Home. The
sternest opponent of the wider utility
of women will feel some twinges of
conscience before this grim interior,
with the unwashed crockery and un-
kempt children. The despair of the
husband is however sufficiently obvious
without the rather glaring label for
Timbuctoo on the trunk that he is
packing.
Those of our younger artists who
fritter their talents on endless and
depressing replicas of fishing vessels
and other subjects " en plein air " are
earnestly recommended to study Miss
Barbara Fellhurst's great canvas,
brooding over Room IV. with its note
of the Tragedy that is eternal. No-
body, until they have seen this Last of
the Hundred Dozen — the Sandhurst
Tuck-shop at Curfew, would believe that
a mere bun, waiting for its end, could
be invested with such stoical dignity.
Looking at that quiet figure, touched
with some purple of the sunset that is
its first and last, one feels that not in
vain have its oven-mates gone down.
Miss Fellhurst uses no cheap device
of the stricken field ; she harrows us
with no horrors of war. But somehow
she tells us that there is internal discord
among the gallant cadets. Two of them
only advance upon that lonely figure
the last of the buns. The artist has
shown us a problem as old as the hills,
appetite against repletion — and she
leaves us to guess where the victory
lies.
AN ANGLO-FRENCH MIS-
UNDERSTANDING.
EDMUND is a thoroughly good sort,
but oh, so shy. The least little thing
suffuses him witli embarrassment ; the
most imaginary prominence confounds
him. Some day I suppose he will get
married by proxy after an engagement
by special licence. There can hardly
be a more bashful man in all London.
Well, one day lately, when I .was
going out of town, Edmund came into
a post-office with me. It is a large
office with, I should say, a valuable
good-will, but it is not one of your
hurried City places. The oligarchs
behind the counter are dignified and
discriminating. You are scanned and
passed for probity, and tastefully-
printed stamps are presented to you
(you know the way) as certificates of
character.
I went over to the bustard-holes and
wrote a telegram. "Edmund," said I,
" will you hand this in while I write
some more ? Ask her if it matters its
being in French. Here 's a bob."
Edmund took it. I heard him ask
and I heard the reply — "French is
admissible." Edmund, delighted to be
in order, flicked the form under the
rails, quite briskly and audaciously for
him, without reading it.
The young woman examined it and
immediately shot an outraged look upon
Edmund. He began to blush ; I knew
he was wishing he had glanced at it
first. "Oh, can I — er — ' he said,
" er — perhaps you 've not quite got the
French . . . misleading language, I
always think — er — should I ? ..." The
young woman said, " Sir ! " and banged
the form over the counter to Edmund
with a stamp. He read it.
It was addressed to my favourite
hotel and I myself find the French of it
excellent and clear. It ran : " Arrive
Bournemouth 4.15."
"A Beautiful American Organ; splendid
sound; with 10 stops; and shaped mirror;
worth the trouble of seeing it." — Cape Argus.
Of seeing it once, perhaps ; but of
seeing it every day ? Ah !
" For an inventory of the other charms of
the ' faire freshe May ' the reader must consult
the poet's passim." — Globe.
If it is not there it will be found in his
ibid.
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moters have decided to offerTlireepenny
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Catalogue post free on application to
Bank of England (Dept. G). Will out-
last others at three times the price.
"York Minster's twelve bslls have been re-
moved to undergo necessary repairs. Tho
clock, which strikes on the tenor ball for the
chiming of the quarter and half-hours, is to
be reconstructed.
The hair on the heads of most of the hun-
dreds of thousands of dolls exhibited in shop
windows is obtained from the Angora goat.
After a long and animated debate, however,
the committee's minutes were adopted."
Norttiern Daily Telegraph.
The committee seems impervious to
argument.
MAY 28, 1913.]
PUNCH, OR THE LONDON CHARIVARI.
421
THE DEPOPULATION OF RURAL ENGLAND.
Sir Roger Duplessy, Bart, (came over mth the CONQUEROR). " I SEE THAT poon OLD HUGH RICOCHET HAS BROKEN UP HIS ESTATE
AND IS OFF TO CANADA. MY DEAR MOTHER, ISN'T IT AWFUL TO BEALISE THAT YOU AND I ABE ABSOLUTELY THE ONLY PEOPLE LEFT
IN THE COUNTY? "
A EIVAL FOB CARUSO.
THE facts and figures bearing on the
anatomy of Signer CARUSO published in
The Daily Mail of May 20 (writes a
musical correspondent) are no doubt
exceedingly interesting. But the con-
tention that his sound-box represents
the supreniD perfection of structure and
resonance must be resolutely combated
in the interests not merely of truth but
of patriotism. I have just witnessed
the examination of Mr. Chester Huth,
the famous Anglo-Israelitish baritone,
by Dr. Samuel Soper, F.E.C.S., the
illustrious and disinterested laryn-
gologist of Wimpole Street, and have
his permission to publish the memor-
andum in which he embodies the results
of his examination.
Dr. Soper begins by observing that
Mr. Chester Huth's facial angle ap-
proximates more closely to the confor-
mation of tho Piltdown skull than that
of any other musician he has ever ex-
amined. "Perhaps the most striking
single feature," he continues, " is the size
and the elasticity of his cranium. He is
not only markedly prognathous, but his
forehead exhibits Inequality of bulbosity
in an extraordinary degree. The occi-
put, the sinciput and the cerebellum
are all equally developed, but, what is
more, they are capable in moments of
emotion of such an amount of dilatation
that he is obliged to wear hats of
different sizes, varying from 6£ to 8TY
" The resonance of his cranium again
is altogether abnormal. Struck smartly
with an ivory paper-knife it gives out
a middle C of fine timbre. Another
point is the extraordinary curve of his
nose, which, when measured from the
top of the upper lip to a spot midway
between the eyebrows, is at least half-
an-inch longer than that of the famous
statue of MOSES by MICHAEL ANGELO.
This accounts for the superbly nasal
tone which Mr. Chester Huth is able
to elicit in moments of passion.
" Another interesting feature about
this remarkable artist is the unequalled
opulence of his capillary equipment.
The average man has about 15,900 hairs
on his head, but Mr. Chester Huth
has upwards of 30,000. His follicular
system is of an unusually vigorous
kind, and the pigmentation wonder-
fully healthy. Brushed with an elec-
tric brush his hair crackles freely and
gives out a pale-blue flame, at which
a cigarette can be lit or the time be
read on a watch in the dark. This
is a scientific fact which accounts to a
great extent for the magnetic influence
which Mr. Chester Huth exerts on
susceptible audiences of a mattoid
diathesis. His chevelure is fine, silky
in texture but extraordinarily strong,
and I am assured that an admirer who
became the fortunate possessor of a
small lock made a cast out of it with
which he landed a 241b. salmon.
" I see it stated that CAKUSO merely
by expanding his lungs is able to push
a large Steinway concert grand piano-
forte several inches along the carpet.
On trying a similar experiment with my
6-cylinder 80-h.p. Jones- Joyce Limou-
sine, Mr. Chester Huth shot it a hundred
yards along the kerb, to the conster-
nation of a one - legged crossing -
sweeper, who narrowly escaped death.
" The secret of Chester Huth's pos-
session of the volume and sonority of
Niagara combined with the penetrating
timbre of the gorilla's higher register
lies, in my opinion, largely in the
extraordinary beauty of his Eustachian
i tube — the passage connecting the
pharynx with the middle ear — which
in his case measures at least a sixteenth-
of-an-inch longer than that of PAGAXINI,
who previously held the record."
It only remains to be added that Mr.
Chester Huth is as generous as he is
gifted, but that Dr. Samuel Soper has
no intention of accepting remuneration
for his task, which he performed for
pure joy of anthropometry and with no
idea that he was advertising the great
baritone.
422
PUNCH, OR THE LONDON CHARIVARI.
[MAT 28, 1913.
Passenger. "You 'BE VEKY CLUMSY WITH YOUR FEET, CONDUCTOR.
Conductor. "WHAT D' v' EXPECT rdn A 'ALFPENNY A MILE? PAVLOYEB?"
•
LATEST FROM THE HIVES.
[Owing to an epidemic in the Somerset
apiaries, we learn from Tlit Pall Mall Qazette,
human bees have to be appointed to carry
pollen for the purposes of cross-fertilization.
Otherwise there would be a shortage of cider
in Somerset this year.]
THE announcement of the employ-
ment of "human bees" in Somerset
may give relief to the anxious minds of
the cider-manufacturers, but it has
caused consternation in other quarters.
The remarkable intelligence of the bee
has by some subtle means communi-
cated to hives all over the country the
fact of this introduction of blackleg
labour, and these resorts of our most
industrious insect are simply buzzing
with excitement. Naturally there is a
great deal of anger expressed, and
a new and sinister meaning has been
given to the term "beeswax."
" Down honey-sacks ! " is the cry of
the more ardent agitators. We are
privately informed that in one hive the
honeycomb is being surreptitiously filled
with corrosive acid. Another hive con-
tains distinct signs of an explosion
having taken place, and although no
tell-tale literature lias been left lying
about there is little doubt that the
Y.H.B.s (Young Hot-headed Bees) are
responsible for .this. One hive-keeper,
who has a great reputation for handling
his bees without being stung, was badly
bitten last Sunday while entertaining
a small house-party, from which it is
feared that the gnats are rising in
league with the bees.
Whatever sympathy we may feel for
the denizens of our apiaries, we feel
still more for M. MAETERLINCK. He,
poor man, is in despair. His publishers
insist that his Life of the Bee, in order
to remain the leading authority on the
subject, must now have an appendix.
" I don't see how I can get this
appendix into less than five volumes,"
he exclaimed pathetically to a friend.
The proprietor of the Somerset hive
desires us to make known that he can
receive no more applications for the
post of drone, as that department was
filled some days ago.
A TIMELY WARNING.
[To a new neighbour on hearing a lawyer's
opinion to the effect -that, according to legal
statistics, tempers are much worse in winter
than summer.]
GOOD Sir, your flute provokes the im-
pious word,
Slaying some luckless air at even-fall.
I kick the furniture — perhaps you heard
Last night the way I hammered on
the wall.
My broken skin avows
The violence of the poet whom you
rouse.
And this is summer, I would have you
know,
And, knowing, think upon your
threatened fate
When winter's winds (like you) begin
to blow, •
And tempers share the daylight's
shortened state.
My wintry wrath might prove
Deadly to you. I think you 'd better
move.
PUNCH, OB THE LONDON CHARIVARI.— MAY 28, 1913.
BARRED OUT.
SPIRIT OF MISTRUST. " I HATE THESE ROYAL WEDDINGS. PEOPLE MEET, AND THERE 'S
SUCH A DANGER OF THEIR GETTING TO UNDERSTAND ONE ANOTHER."
MAY 28, 1913.]
PUNCH, OR THE LONDON CHARIVARI.
425
ONCE UPON A TIME.
THIO Two PKRKUMKH.
ONCE upon a time there was a
common, ami on it a cottage had been
built with a high bank beside it, and
on this bank grew a lilac-tree whose
branches hung very near the path, and
below the lilac was a great mass of
rich brown wall-flowers.
Looking up one afternoon the lilac
saw a wayfarer approaching. I hope
he will notice me and stop, she thought ;
for she had but a short time of blossom,
and she knew it, and it gave her
pleasure to be courted and praised.
" There 's some one coming," she
said to the wall-flower. " He looks
rather interesting. I think he '11 stop."
" If he does," said the wall-flower,
" it will be for you. I 've been going
on too long. They 're all tired of me
by now."
" I don't agree with you," said the
lilac. " I wish I did. This one looks
to me as if he would be keen on both
of us. I tell you he 's nice."
" Let 's have a bet," said the wall-
flower. " I bet you that he pays more
attention to you than to me."
" Very well," said the lilac ; " and
I bet he pays more attention to you.
How much ? "
" Two bees," said the wall-flower.
"Done," said the lilac as the man
reached them.
He was a middle-aged man, with a
kindly face, and he knelt down by the
wall-flowers and took a long draught
of them.
Immediately his years left him and
he was a boy again. He thought
himself in an old garden. The walls
had toad-flax between the bricks. There
was a tortoise in the greenhouse. The
lawn was very bare where he and his
brothers and sisters played too much
cricket. All along the front of the
house was a bed of wall-flowers, and
in a chair by the window of the dining-
room lay a lady sewing. Every now
and then she looked up and smiled at
the cricketers. " Well hit ! " she would
say, or " Well caught ! "
Whenever any of them were out
they ran to her for a second and kissed
her — not long enough to interrupt the
game, but just to let her know that she
was the most beautiful and adorable
creature in the world.
The man's eyes filled with tears.
Why did the scent of wall -flowers
always bring back this scene, and this
only ? But it did.
He reached up and pulled a branch
of lilac to his face, and straightway he
was a young man again. He was not
alone. It was night and the moon
was shining, and he was standing in
Lady. " You TOLD ME I KEED NOT TAKE OUT A LICENCE FOB THE DOQ TILL THE END
OP THE YEAB, AND NOW THEY 'VE SENT MB A SUMMONS."
Fancier. "THEM REVENUE PEOPLE WILE, DO BANYTHMK, LADY. I SOLD A GENELMAN
A PARBOT LABST WEEK, AN1 THEY SUMMONED '/.W FOB KEEPING A DOG WITHOUT A LICENCE
JUET BECO8 THE BIRD "APPENED TO *AVE A 'USKY VOICE."
the garden with a beautiful girl beside
him. It was the hour of his betrothal.
How wonderful ! " she said at last.
Oh, I am too happy!" And again
his eyes filled with tears.
Then once more he buried his face
in the wall-flowers. . . .
After he had passed on his way
across the common, "I've won," said
the lilac sadly.
" Yes," said the wall-flower. " I owe
you two bees. I won't forget to send
them on."
A Born Scholar.
" At Bryn, to Mr. Charles Sowerbutts and
Mrs. Sowerbutts (nee Mary Jones, B.A.), a
son." — The Methodist Recorder.
Political Candour.
From a report in The Daily Telegraph
of Mr. MCKENNA'S speech at Cardiff: —
" He regarded the bill as it now stood as a
fair and just measure of religious equality for
Wales. It was no longer the mere legislative
proposal of the Government ; it was the
matured and considered work of the House of
Commons."
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PUNCH, OR THE LONDON CHARIVARI.
[MAY 28. 1913.
AT THE PLAY.
" CRCESUS."
••CFIARITY," says M. Bocliebrunc in
the play, among other less memorable
aphorisms — " Charity, like golf, is a rich
man's game." And, though I don't
presume to guess who it is that is going
to pay for his fun, I should say that the
production of such a play as Baron
HKNBI DE ROTHSCHILD'S Croesus was
also a rich man's game. Certainlyr with-
out pretending to follow the ohscure and
complex litigation of which this comedy
(or was it a tragedy?) has been the
subject, most of us concluded that it was
hardly worth fighting about, and that
it is not likely to live very long after the
temporary effect of its loud advertise-
ment in the courts — unpremeditated, no
doubt — has worn off. "Count no man
happy till he is dead," was the legend-
ary remark of SOLON to the original
Cnffisus ; and perhaps an early demise
will be the happiest ending of the
cheqsered career of Croesus II.
"It is easier for a camel to go through
the eye of a needle than for a rich man
to enter into the kingdom of Love."
This — for even the demi-monde can
adapt Scripture for its purpose — was
the labelled motive, none too fresh, of
the play. But the sympathy which is
claimed by multi-millionaires on the
plea that they cannot gain affection
pure from mercenary sentiment is never
very heartily accorded. Most people
would accept the wealth and chance
the penalty. In the case of Comte
Sorbier our sympathy was the more
grudging because the woman on whom
he lavished his wealth was only his
mistress, and therefore at perfect liberty
to move on, when she chose, into more
entertaining pastures. A vague hope
of reconciliation was held out to us ;
for did not Grandval, the Abdiel of the
company, hint that a rich man has not
failed if he can keep the true devotion
of one man and of one woman ? But
nothing came of it so far as the woman
was concerned. True, she returned
from her escapade, alleging that her
heart had always remained true to her
Sorbier; but she imposed neither on
him nor on us.
Meanwhile Croesus had been harbour-
ing the illusion that by a disguise of
his identity he might rivet to himself
the disinterested affections of a true
woman. Such a treasure he thought
he had discovered, where a less child-
like and confiding nature might never
have looked for it, in the person of a
midinette. The masquerade was very
simple. He just changed into an old
jacket, light overcoat and popular slouch
hat, carefully guarded in a patent safe,
which must, I presume, have been the
chief feature of the scenery which Mr.
BOUECHIER was so anxious to retrieve
from the other party in the case. So
we were suddenly transported from the
smartest circles of Parisian fashion into
a boisterous scene of low life in Bohemia,
and never got back again. As the cur-
tain rose upon the last Act, with its
half-dozen or so of perfectly new
characters, I thought there must be
some mistake. I admit that I was a
little dazed by a change in my own
social condition, for by the courtesy
of a friend I found myself admitted to
the dignity of the stalls, after having
had a foreshortened view of the first
two Acts from a free seat in the Upper
Circle.
Sorbier (Mr. ARTHUR BOURCHIER) setting
out to be loved for himself— not for his hat or
coat.
However, the ultimate appearance of
Croesus made it clear that this Act was
part of the play. A very long dialogue
ensued between him and the midinette
of his choice, from which we learned that
she had been the object of attentions
on the part of a vieux marcheur, who
had offered her his protection and the
luxury of an appartement, which she
innocently proposed to accept without
any idea that the result might be of
a compromising nature. Acting on
this information, Sorbier disclosed his
identity (an obvious dramatic chance
sadly manque), and paid her off hand-
somely and to her complete satisfaction.
So ended the play on the knell of
another lost illusion, and Baron HENRI
DE ROTHSCHILD had achieved at least
one of the high purposes of drama — to
purify the heart with pity. For who
could view with dry eyes the poignant
spectacle of a millionaire left for the
moment without a mistress 1
Mr. BOURCHIER, snatching a brief
respite from the dusty purlieus of the
law, played the part of Sorbier as easily
as if he had just emerged from a rest-
cure. In the lighter passages, especially
in the Second Act, where he dealt tersely
with a variety of beggars, he was ex-
cellent, but did not altogether succeed
in suggesting a figure of romance.
Of Madame GABRIELLE DORZIAT'S
performance as Marcelle it is difficult
to judge, for she spoke a Gallicised
English. The blend of this with the
native English (Cockney and other)
of the rest of the cast, though in her
case it was unavoidable if she had to
play the part at all, produced the same
effect of absurd incongruity which one
suffers in plays adapted from the
French when some isolated character
adopts broken English for the purpose
of local colour. She played with
vivacity but without any very peculiar
grace. Whether she might have moved
us more if she had let us see her in the
new gown which her milliner brought
for her, none can say, for, after retiring
to try it on, she never appeared in it.
Here again the author raised hopes,
only to dash them to the ground.
From the others we got no very
fresh ideas about Parisian esprit. Mr.
SPENCER TREVOR was perhaps most at
home in his favourite part of a senile
buffoon. In the other section of the
play Miss MAHJORIE WATERLOW, as
the over-innocent midinette, did her
best to be nearer nature than the part
allowed, but she was not quite equal to
the strain of so improbable a situation
and so much dialogue to go with it.
I am not sure that little Miss JOYCE
ROBEY (Toto), whose business was to
enjoy her supper at a miniature table
apart, did not do as much justice as any-
body to Baron HENRI DE ROTHSCHILD'S
design.
How far his play was a personal cri
de ccnir I am too discreet even to con-
jecture, but I permit myself respectfully
to hope that life has its compensations
for him — compensations unknown to
the ordinary playwright. O. S.
" Wanted, two Bull Terriers, must be veil
bred and fond of goats." — Advt. in " liucnos
Aires Standard."
Our own bull-terrier simply dotes on
anything with a beard, but, alas ! he is
not well bred.
"Oxford, 40 for two. Herring b. Humph-
reys, 2H." — liristol Eccniny Times.
This paves the way for our great mathe-
matical problem. If a herring and a
half makes a run and a half in an hour
and a half, how long will it take one
herring to make 21£ ?
MAY 28, 1913.]
PUNCH, OR THE LONDON CHARIVARI.
427
1 •>
FANCY
AND
THE NUT'S FIRST SEA- VOYAGE.
FACT.
MB. PUNCH IN THE PAST.
[After the custom of several of his con-
temporaries aud in the manner of himself.]
I.
[Reprodiiced from " Punch " of 1215.]
June 15th. — In anticipation of
memorable meeting Barons arrive
early. BOB FITZ replete with new suit |
of armour of civilization, whether as a
sign of his leadership or merely to grace
unprecedented occasion not altogether
evident. Quite in accordance with
traditions of House for assembly to
assume almost holiday air, no doubt
due in part to sylvan surroundings of
Runnymede.
"Jolly little spot," said DB QUINCY,
calmly fishing for a bluebottle lodged in-
side his leader's gorget. " You don't get
bluebottles and buttercups and all that
sort of thing in Westminster Hall."
Nothing in his bearing, or even in BOB
FIT//S, to indicate imminence of deadly
struggle to resist destruction of Con-
stitution, said struggle, moreover, forced
on Barons during hard-earned Recess
succeeding feudal service.
Temper of assembly somewhat
changed on arrival of OUR JOHN and
commencement of full debate. Still,
Barons tolerably at ease in anticipation
of big majority at division. STEPHEN
CANTUAB appeared in his place at side
of OUR JOHN, but SARK, with accustomed
eagle eye, observed him to greet BOB
FITZ with friendly wink.
Order of day consisted of discussion
of Articles of Barons. As expected,
OUR JOHN declined all debate and con-
fined himself wholly to obstruction,
complaining of " unprecedented effront-
ery of tyrannical majority in com-
pressing debate on matters vital to
constitution to extent of discussing
forty-eight clauses in single sitting."
BOB FITZ, in course of brief reply, re-
ferred to OUR JOHN'S refusal to discuss
matter when ample time had been
allowed. Temper of latter not improved
by secession of STEPHEN CANTUAR in
strong speech favouring summary
acceptance of clauses. Debate con-
cluded by BOB FITZ'S significant
closure of his vizor.
Business done. — Magna Carta signed.
FATHER THAMES.
YE Muses, light sleeping
Where Hippocrene 's leaping,
Come brush from the kirtle its spray
that begems,
And make me a measure
Of summer and pleasure,
As gay as a piper, in praise of eld
Thames !
Oh, broad are his reaches,
Oh, brilliant the beaches
That margin that dear and delectable
stream ;
From shallows of amber
His irises clamber,
His kingcups are golden, his kingfishers
gleam !
So best do we love him,
May's zenith above him,
His alders in blossom, his blackcaps in
song,
His chestnut lamps litten
From Rushey to Ditton,
In pale waxen lustres to light him
along.
From now to September
Old tunes he '11 remember
Of sunshine and water, of shadow and
leaves,
And all the dear graces
Of sweet pretty faces,
And all the dim magic of midsummer
eves.
O Ancient of Waters,
Your sons and your daughters —
Small wonder they praise you with
laughter and love,
When broad you come streaming
Through summer meads gleaming,
The chestnuts' brave candles to light
you above 1
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PUNCH, OR THE LONDON CHARIVARI.
[MAT 28, 1913.
HORS DE COMBAT.
Ox tho Wednesday I wrote : — " Dear
Marjorie, do 3011 remember the snap
with which my heart broke when, some
five years ago, you told mo thcit, much
as you liked cna. you yet intended to
marry Jonathan? You don't? Nor
my resolution to go out into the wilds
and shoot big game? Come, come;
surely you cannot have forgotten my
saying that I would pit my little
strength and cunning against some un-
tamed monster and more than half hoped
that the monster would win ? This atti-
tude impressed you very favourably at
tho time, and you were all for being on
with me again and oft' with Jonathan
until he said, ' Don't you believe about
that monster," or words to that effect.
Well,. to show that I have forgiven you
both, I want you to come and stay the
week-end .with me at my hermitage and
be introduced to the monster, which, I
am sorry to -say, has lost. — Yours, still
alive but unhappy, Charles."
On Friday morning I found a letter
waiting "for mo, which, with an in-
stinctive thrill, I tore open. " Dear
Sir,""it ran, "..we beg to give you notice
that your water supply will be cut off
at the main from 9.0 A.M. till noon on
Sunday next. — Yours faithfully, The
Pelborough Waterworks Co." In the
afternoon I had a .wire from Marjorie
and Jonathan accepting.
On the Sunday morning I rose at my
usual time, 8.30, and an hour later was
joined by Marjorie at breakfast. This
was our first rnesting alone since the
cri«is.
" Coming straight to the point," said
I, "do you still think you have the
right man for husband ? "
'•I want," .said s'.ie, evading the
question, " to see the monster."
" You have seen it once," said I, " but.
if you aren't satisfied go upstairs and
have another bath." She did not
follow. " Not every wild beast bears
its savagery stamped oa its exterior.
The most deadly kind are outwardly
calm and even polished. Let me tell
you that there is no more angry and
treacherous brute known to the big
sportsman than the geyser."
Marjorie sniffed. " If you mean that
big copper thing in the bathroom . . ."
" I do," said I. " Have you ever
met one so easily infuriated?"
" 1 have never met one at all," said
she. "In our walk of life such tilings
do not occur, or, if they do, occur in
the servants' quarters."
I apologised. " For the moment I
forgot your higher social plane. But
tell me, did it growl at you ? "
" Tho most harmless animal I have
ever seen. It simply sat up and begged."
" And showed no signs of getting
heated? "
"No."
"Then," I declared, "you cannot
have lit it."
"Lit it?" she asked. "No, why
should I?"
It appeared that when Marjorio sees a
tap with HOT on it, it is her custom to
turn it on without setting fire to it,
however much mechanism there may
be behind it. There is something to be
said for this course. True, the result
is a cold bath, but even that is more
comfortable than what happens to you
if you set fire to the mechanism without
first turning on the tap. In the one
case you lose your temper and sulk ; in
the other the geyser loses its temper
and bursts.
"And so," I said, "all's well that
ends well," and I returned to my sub-
ject, asking her if, now she knew the
way in which we geyser-tamers take
our lives in our hands every morning,
she still persisted in regarding Jonathan
as the better man. To evade the ques-
tion she resorted to one of his beastly
legal phrases. " That," said she, " is
res jiulicata."
1 helped her to a poached egg and
myself to two. " On the contrary,"
said I, "it is now sub judice."
" What I meant," she said, " is that I
have married him, and there is an end
of it."
" What I meant," said I, " is that he
is now being put to the ordeal of fire
and water, and that may be the end of
him." She looked almost anxious.
" That same geyser which you affect
to despise, having given in to me, is now
testing tho intrepidity, strength and
cunning of Jonathan. If he turns on
tho water before he turns on the gas, he
will eventually emerge victorious from
the bathroom door and you will live
happily and proudly with him for ever
afterwards. If he lights the gas before
he fills the tank with water, he will pass
out through the window and you will
want another husband. It is quite
exciting for all of us, isn't it ? " I stuck
my fork into a poached egg by way of
illustrating what was probably hap-
pening to Jonathan at the moment.
" This," I hissed, " is my r-r-revenge."
After a pause, " Your difficulty," said
Marjoiie, " is that a fat, round, red face
cannot easily bo made to look sinister."
I smiled at her malevolently. " Don't
talk so loud," said I, " we may miss the
explosion."
She rose.
I beckoned her back to her seat.
" Between ourselves," I said, " there is
a patent arrangement which prevents
you turning on the gas before you
have turned on the water tap."
sighed and sat clown. "I am
glad of that," she murmured, " for
Jonathan is a good fellow in the
main."
Thereupon I lost all interest in
Marjorie and poached eggs. " Good
heavens," I said, leaping up, " I had
forgotten all about the main."
*****
Tho most casual glance into the
bathroom showed that it had been
vacated in a temper. Jonathan I dis-
covered in his bed.
" I can see your face," I said, " but
where is tho rest of you ? "
At this moment Fac Totum (my
menial staff) entered with a tray con-
taining breakfast. Never an emotional
man, he was singularly unmoved at
this juncture.
" You might have guessed," said I,
" that I should forget all about the
Waterworks."
" I did, Sir. I took the liberty, of
warning Mr. Eoper when I called him."
I looked at Jonathan's face. It was
an exclamation mark.
"And you might have guessed," I
continued severely, " that he would
forget all about it."
"I did, Sir. I took tho further
liberty of cutting off the gas at the
main also."
*****
I went down to report to Marjorie.
" It is all over and your husband is in
bed."
" Severely injured ? " she enquired.
" Slightly disgusted. The monster
gave him no sport; my man had
previously drawn its claws, and later
subdued its fighting spirits by putting
it on a low diet. Jonathan, however,
has challenged it to a second round at
jjpon, when it will be hotter fed."
" He is no coward," said Marjorie
proudly.
"No," I admitted, "lie is a man of
my own stamp. I almost hope wo
shall see him down at lunch —
complete."
"Professor Sampson said that about one
o'clock this morning he and Mr. Storey, his
chief assistant, were wakened by a nosu which
they took to ba a door banging."
Glasgow News.
Fortunately no one of our friends snores
so loudly as this.
"The Duke of Connaught has been unani-
mously re-elected Master of Trinity lloiw,
and Captain H. Acton Blake, Deputy Master,
for the ensuing year.
The Westminster Gazette, however, states
that there is no truth in the report that the
Foreign Office has approached tho French
Government on the matter."
Irish Indcpendant.
Thi:i is not one of the matters that they
order in France.
MAY 28, 1913.]
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PUNCH, OR THE LONDON CHARIVARI.
[MAY 28, 1913.
CELEBRATED TRIALS.
II. — REX r. PENNYCOOK.
THIS case, -which has excited great interest among mem-
bers of the theatrical profession, was brought to a con-
clusion yesterday. The prisoner, it will be remembered, is
a dramatic author. Twelve years ago his play, Courtship
iui<l ( 'oimiijf, was produced at the old Hilarity Theatre and
enjoyed a great measure of success, running for two hundred
nights. After that came A Woman's Heart, which has been
described as the apotheosis of happy domesticity, and this
was followed by Homer's Thumb, which was played to
crowded houses in 1904. In 1905, however, the Act for the
Prevention of Cheerfulness in Theatres was passed and the
prisoner found that the stage had been very properly closed
to such productions as were associated with his name. He
had, it was admitted, signed the statutory declaration
undertaking to refrain from writing anything that might
" tend to produce merriment, smiles, laughter, exultation,
gaiety, happiness, warmth of feeling, friendship, marriage
or family joy " ; but he had never loyally accepted the new
conditions and had on more than one occasion been warned
by the inspectors appointed under the Act that his conduct,
if persisted in, would inevitably result in making him
amenable to severe penalties. He had, however, neglected
these well-meant remonstrances, and on March 2nd he
had handed the MS. of a new play, entitled Wedding
Bells, to Mr. Charles Greef, the manager of the New
Depression Theatre, with a view to its acceptance and
production. Mr. Greet had, as in duty bound, given
notice to the police, and the present prosecution was the
result.
The chief witness for the Crown was Mr. Alfred Ernest
Dumps, the head of H.M. Bureau of Dramatic Experts.
Mr. Dumps deposed that he had read Wedding Bells care-
fully. In his opinion it constituted a gross infringement of
the Act. To begin with there was no Lancashire scene in
it. This was a very grave matter. Indeed, none of the
characters could be said to belong to a manufacturing
district, nor did they show the least contempt for the
conventional ideas of matrimony. For instance, in Act I.
the Squire's son made love to the daughter of the village
blacksmith, whose physical strength and tits of anger were
insisted on in such a way as to give one some hope of what
might ultimately happen. But it all came to nothing, for
in the next Act, the girl, who had throughout shown a great
distaste for being without marriage lines, allowed herself to
be married to her wealthy adorer at a London registry
office, and in the last Act, in deference to old-fashioned
local scruples, the marriage ceremony was repeated in the
village church. There was thus a double offence. The
second marriage gave rise to what he could only describe
as a scene of perfectly abandoned cheerfulness. There were
slippers and rice in it. The postilion was undoubtedly
a comic character and would produce laughter. The
atmosphere was one of gaiety.
Mr. Justice Sparkles. What does the postilion say ?
Tfie Witness. Mostly " Gee-woa " and " Hold up, there."
He also cracks his whip.
Tfie Judge. I suppose that would make a horse laugh.
(Loud sighs, instantly suppressed.)
His lordship said that this was not a theatre. Laughter
was permissible here. (Loud laughter.)
Cross-examined by Mr. Chaffinch, K.C., the witness said
that he had held his present appointment since the Act was
passed. His salary was £5,000 a year in addition to fees.
The business had greatly fallen off, most people having
reconciled themselves to the provisions of the Act. Had
never written a play himself. Might have thought of doing
so when he was young. Could not remember a play named
Lady Jellico's Jewels, stated to have been written by him.
Mr. Chaffinch. I call for its production.
The Witness. It cannot be produced without my leave.
The Judge. The learned counsel wishes it to bo produced
in Court, not in a theatre. (Laughter.)
Mr. Cltaffinch. This is very serious.
The Judge. If that is so it will not help you, Mr. Chaffinch.
Mr. Chaffinch. I was alluding to the witness's evidence,
my Lord, not to the alleged play.
The MS. of Lady Jellico's Jewels was brought into Court
under a strong guard and handed to the jury.
Tho witness, continuing, said he now remembered the
play. It was written by his uncle.
Mr. Chaffinch (sternly). I thought we should drag it out
of you.
Various witnesses were called in the prisoner's defence,
but their evidence merely showed that he was habitually of
a gloomy and morose disposition.
His Lordship, in summing up, pointed out to the jury
that no evidence worthy of the name had been given to
rebut the very grave charges brought against the prisoner.
What had been said as to the prisoner's disposition was,
unfortunately for him, not to the point. It was well
established that many gloomy men had written mirthful
plays. During the Victorian era it had been observed that
clowns, who were wont on the stage to compel laughter by
means of red-hot pokers and strings of sausages, displayed
extreme melancholy in the privacy of the domestic circle.
Poems had been written on this incongruity. No doubt
the jury had heard of GEIMALDI (loiul laughter). The
prisoner might well be a sad fellow (reneived laughter) and
yet write a viciously comical play. They had heard the
evidence of a great expert on the subject of the prisoner's
play, and it was for them to say what they thought about it.
The jury found the prisoner guilty, with aggravating cir-
cumstances, and he was sentenced to a month's confinement
in the stalls of a repertory theatre.
The prisoner declared that he couldn't survive it, and was
then removed in charge of two powerful managers from
Manchester and Glasgow.
NON OMNI A POSSUMUS OMNES.
["We have never seen the ' Turkey-trot ' or the ' Tango.' "
Pall Mall Gazette, May 20, 1913.]
WE 've pleaded for a Tariff with the patience of a JOB ;
We've served the cause of Empire in all quarters of the
globe ;
We 've braved the wrath of Sultans ; we 've giv'n the
KAISER beans ;
We 've taught the New Theology to bishops and to deans ;
We 've lauded Federal Home Eule in many a puiple phrase ;
We've greeted CAKSON'S policy with reams of lavish praise;
We 've correlated Cubism with the classic phase of art,
And we know the works of NIETZSCHE and of MEREDITH
by heart ;
We 've written in one morning nineteen columns and a half
On WAGNER, SCHOPENHAUER and the death of a giraffe ;
We 've smashed all previous records for prolixity of pen ;
We 've slung more ink than SALA, though he slung enough
for ten ;
We 've sounded all the gamut of emotions fierce and hot ;
And yet there's one annoying fly in our rich ointment-pot —
We 've never seen the Tango or beheld the Turkey Trot.
Brightening Cricket.
" In one over he got twenty-two 6's and two 4's."
Edinburgh Ei-cniny Di*j
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" Old Gallery Boy " writes : — " THIS SEW FASHION OP HAVING THE ACTORS GIVE A PROCESSION THROUGH THE STALLS SEEMS TO
BE TAKING ON. BEINHARDT STARTED IT, BCT IT DON1! SEEM TO ME DEMOCRATIC. WHAT 'S THE GALLERY DONE THAT IT SHOULD BE
LEFT OUT?"
OUR BOOKING-OFFICE.
(By Mr. Punch's Staff of Learned Clerks.)
THERE was once a man who used to go to a famous
restaurant and dine sumptuously off fine linen and hors
d'ceuvres. That is a course which you might take
with Lord MILNER'S introduction to The Nation and
the Empire (CONSTABLE), the collected edition of his
speeches compiled by his friend, Mr. CHARLES BOYD. If
you treat the hook in that fashion you will not go empty
away, for the reasoned declaration of the faith that is
in him is the work of a State's man if ever there was one,
and gives a vivid and complete picture of the new and
true Imperialism. But, if you take a proper pride in the
great little country to which you helong, you should keep
The Nation and the Empire by you, and study with care
the addresses that Lord MILNEK has delivered on platforms,
and in places where they debate, in South Africa, Canada,
and the Mother Country. In his devotion to the principles
of Preferential Trade it may seem for the moment as if he
had put his money on the wrong horse. But you never can
tell. If I may express the late HIGH COMMISSIONER for
South Africa in terms of Sir JOHN BENN and Lord
ROBERTS, I should say that the Progressive councillor is not
more anxious than he that the bodies as well as the minds
of children should be the care of the State, nor the Field
Marshal that its young men should ho able as well
as Billing to guard it with their lives. Besides the
desirability of these two objects the most lively impression
left upon my mind by the study of Lord MILNEB'S speeches is
the picture of a possible Second Chamber, in which none but
great questions of Imperial Unity and Imperial Defence
will be discussed by none but Imperially-minded men. At
present we possess two Houses of Parliament, in one of
which Lord MILNEB and many others like him cannot sit ;
in the other they have practically no legislative power left to
them. Some day, perhaps, we shall change all that. But
meanwhile we are wasting, as these speeches and the whole
of Lord MILNER'S public life show, a great deal of good
material.
If ever I visit the United States (which, without undue
prejudice, I hope to avoid doing) and find myself in any
difficult}', I have quite made up my mind upon the best
course of action. I shall sit down right where I am on the
side- walk, and await the advent of some large and managing
female, homely but with a heart of gold, who will banish
all my troubles and generally play Providence, finishing up,
as like as not, by marrying me to an exquisite heiress. I
base my touching faith in this phenomenon upon a wide
experience of American fiction, where she now appears the
most popular and frequent figure. Her latest embodiment
is as the heroine of Martha By -The-Day (GRANT EICHABDS),
the chronicler of her doings being Miss JULIE M. LIPPMANN.
I hardly think I need tell you the list of these doings,
because you are probably already familiar with them or
their like. Sufficient to say that when Claire Lang, a
young girl, " well-born but friendless " (to quote the cover),
found herself one rainy night on a street-car without so
much as five cents to pay the fare, she gave the first
opportunity in the book to Martlia Slaicson, the big, kindly
Irish charwoman, who happened to be on the same car.
432
PUNCH, OR THE LONDON CHARIVARI^
[MAY 28, 1913.
Martha paid the conductor, rescued Claire from & grasping
landlady, introduced her to her own crowded and strenuous
home— and the rest was plain sailing. To those who like
their stories short, happy, and with lots of molasses, this
may be cordially recommended. To the others, not.
I see that one of my fellow Learned Clerks, reviewing an
earlier novel by Miss SHEILA KAYE-SMITH, said, " If I were to
state exactly the position which J believe this author will
take among the great masters of English fiction, you might
accuse mo of exaggeration." After reading Me of Thorns
(CONSTABLE) I will commit myself to a similar opinion.
Me of Thorns is amazingly good. It has all the virtues,
from a swift, dramatic narrative to the occasional humorous
word or line which lightens up the whole page in which it
appears. The characters are drawn with that apparent
absence of effort which is the conscientious novelist's reward
for bard work. The book reads so easily that I feel sure
that Miss KA\E-SMITH was quite exhausted when she had
finished writing it. From cover to cover it contains not
a slipshod line. The Isle
of Thorns was a ruined
cottage in the Sussex
woods much frequented
by Raphael Moore, who,
till one day he found
Sally Odearne there,
fancied that life had
ceased for him on the
death of his wife ten
years before. Sally was
an amateur unit of
" Stang-er's World-
Famous Show " on tour
in the South of England.
Andy Baird presided over
Stanger's rifle-range.
Sally's soul was torn
between Raphael and
Respectability o n the
one hand and Andy and
the Open Eoad on the
other, until Raphael, dis-
moving life. After reading these stories I can quite under-
stand why gipsies go about singing, " Oho ! oho ! oho ! oho 1 "
as they do in what Mr. Baboo Jabbcrjee would call the
"somewhat musty" ballad of Gipsy John (if my memory
serves me rightly). In their position I should do the same
myself. And yet — surgit amari aliquid — something respect-
able and law-abiding deep down in me prevents my ap-
proving wholly of young Napoleon. It is all very well for
Lady HELEN GROSVENOR to say in her preface to this
volume that the gipsies are " Nature's gentlefolk." It may
be so, yet, having weighed Master Napoleon in the balance,
I shall certainly instruct my Head Keeper of the Fowl-Hun
to see that the hen-coops are securely closed whenever a
caravan is reported on the horizon. My Chief Butler will
receive similar orders with regard to the spoons. Napoleon
Doswcll may have been a passing gentlemanly fellow from
Nature's standpoint, but I fail to observe in him that rigid
respect for the rights of property without which no one
can be a real friend of mine. I may say, in short, that
Napoleon is delightful between the stiff green covers of
— , Messrs. SMITH, ELDER &
• Co., but in the flesh —
i" James, I think this is
I young Mr. Boswell's
; caravan approaching.
Lasso the Buff Orpington
and place her in the
safe ; and perhaps it
would be wise to nail
down the house till he
has passed by. We must
take no risks."
MASTER AT ONCE ;
carding respectability,
took to the road himself and
salvation simultaneously. I
so obviously true to life as the chapters dealing with none other than
If you would regain
your lost youth, Messrs.
HDDDER AND STOUGHTON
afford you the opportu-
nity at the price of one
shilling net (paper cover)
or two shillings net
(cloth). To read Courtin'
Christina is to revive
inwardly all the exqui-
A HOPELESS QUEST.
Cross Old Gentleman (in tube station). "Boy, I MUST SEE THE STATION-
TUB GUARD ON THAT TBAIN HAS GROSSLY INSULTED ME ! " .
• site pangs of joy and
won Sally and his own [ terror felt in the pursuit of a very first love or the
have seldom read anything | execution of a very first shavs. The philanderer is
the vie intime of Stanger's; and, after laying the book
down, I was perfectly certain that I had known Mrs.
Cortclyon, the tramp, all my life. " No, my old dear,"
said Mrs. Cortclyon to Raphael, as they chatted over their
bread and margarine under the hedge, " the only trade for
road
Mr,
surprised, young man, if I was to tell you the sphere we've
moved in and the people we 've shaken hands with. Mr.
Cortelyon and I are most — — particular as to the company
we keeps; we have seen better days." Isle of Thorns, in
a word, is the book you have been looking for. In the
inspired language of the great republic in which I write
these lines, it has the punch.
Wee MacGreegor, grown a little older,
a little more intelligible in his speech and perhaps even
a little more charming ; passing from dalliance to
dalliance, and ultimately, in the psychological spasm of
his soul's grande passion, spending penny after penny on
frivolous and unuseable lead-pencils in order to occupy and
d folks, if they don't tinker, is frightening women, and keep on occupying the attention of the lady behind the
. Cortelyon and me don't hold with that. You 'd be counter. Mr. J. J. BELL'S skill in suggesting the character
In Napoleon Boswell (SMITH, ELDER) Mr. HERBERT
H. MALLESON shows plainly an almost insolent familiarity
with gipsy life. He is apt to break suddenly into rich
Romany : " Besh ale jukul." That is the sort of remark
which Mr. MALLESON may make at any moment during
a casual conversation ; but dordi ! dabla ! mi dtivzl ! as we
say in the caravans, it certainly has a fascination, this
in print is second only to Mr. HASSALL'S in depicting the
figure on the cover : to author and artist Mr. Punch presents
his congratulations on their respective feats, so apparently
simple, so obviously inimitable.
Anticipating Trouble.
" There will be an orchestra and dull chorus, the conductor being
Mr. P. Choppin." — Folkestone Herald.
PUBLISHERS' NOTE. — This week's issue of The Oulragctte,
if folded into a tube, can be used as a serviceable bomb.
The special " Militant Supplement " includes paper pattern
of an infernal machine and particulars of the new com-
petition, " Explodelets." Caution. — Before the paper is
opened it should be placed under water.
JUNE 4. 1913.]
PUNCH, OR THE LONDON CHARIVARI.
433
^-
fSftfnljatjuf/ii//r/f/fft 'IS '////„//// . // / . /
"You KNOW, JAMES, BABY WILL .wo.v BE ASKING rs ALT,
SORTS OF QUESTIONS AND WANTING TO KNOW ABOUT EVESY-
THma. WE MUST PBEPARE OURSELVES TO ANSWER HIM
CORRECTLY." "VERY WELL, MY LOVE!"
THEY DO — wrrn DEPLORABLE RESULTS.
CHARIVARIA.
THE Berlin wedding is said to have
gone off without a hitch, and the
newspaper which issued the following
announcement on its poster was
evidently misinformed : —
EVE OP THE WEDDING.
SCENES.
The statement in a contemporary
that Princess VICTORIA LUISE and
Prince ERNST AUGUSTUS were married
in the presence of the three greatest
monarchs of Europe " has given grave
offence to a certain Balkan King who,
owing to pressure of business, was
unable to be present.
••',•• f.-
Mr, EOOSEVELT, in the course of the
action which he brought to disprove
the charge that he was an excessive
drinker, made one admission which
came near to wrecking his case. He
confessed airily that once, at the
Deutsche Club at Milwaukee, he took
" a mouthful " of beer. The opposing
Counsel was, however, caught napping,
and omitted to request the ex -President
to open his mouth, known to be an
exceptionally roomy one, to its full
extent, so that the jury might see its
capacity. ... ...
The rumour that Mr. LLOYD GEORGE
is aiming at the leadership of the
Liberal Party has received startling
confirmation. The other day Mr.
ASQUITH had his hair cut. At the
opening of Parliament last week it was
noticed that the CHANCELLOR was
allowing his to grow as long as Mr.
ASQUITH'S used to be.
Mr. BURNS informed Captain MURRAY
in the House of Commons last week
that the question of the prohibition of
dazzling head-lights on motor cars is
under consideration. The statement
has caused a certain amount of uneasi-
ness among red-haired chauffeurs, and
Mr. BURNS, we understand, is to be
asked, when the weather gets cooler, to
receive a deputation on the subject.
"The Tea Party," says Archdeacon
SCOTT, " is a mighty parochial engine."
The Liberal Party must look to its
laurels. ... ...
*
The custom of presenting gifts to
one's guests is said to be spreading.
We must confess that we have often
felt, after a very dull and badly-cooked
dinner, that some compensation was
due to us. ,.. ...
' * '
" There is not much need of my ex-
pressing any view about those dances
which have of recent date been imported
from the Zoological Gardens into the
London drawing-room," says Father
BERNARD VAUGHAN. This slander on
those who are not in a position to de-
fend themselves strikes us as peculiarly
dastardly, and we trust that the Society
for the Prevention of Cruelty to Ani-
mals will carry the matter further.
*' *
ENGRACIA TORRELANO, of Ferrol,
Spain, The Express informs us, danced
the Tango at a village fair while bear-
ing a bucketful of water on her head.
We understand that over here this
dance is frequently perfonned by per-
sons with a certain amount of water
on the brain. ,,. ...
The Strand Magazine publishes a
symposium on the subject of " The Sort
of Woman a Man Likes." It is said
that many distinguished gentlemen
who were asked for their views were
obliged to decline the invitation owing
to their being married and not wishing
to make trouble at home.
* =:=
*
For the following extract from an
account of a local Musical Competition
we are indebted to the Dublin Evening
Herald : —
1 ' In the Junior Organ the test pieces wcro
la\ Prigne in D minor, The Giant (Bach) :
(6) Prelude in A (Smart), and (c) an easy piece
at sight.
Mrs. Guinness said it would be a great con-
venience if occasionally the Committee had
the use of the ambulance."
This seems just the occasion.
vor.. cxi.rv.
434
PUNCH, OR THE LONDON CHARIVARI.
[JUNE 4, 1913.
TO A VERY ORDINARY MAN,
who, having failed to make any impression as a bachelor,
has now secured, in the person of his new wife, a dazed
admirer of his intelligence, and treats her accordingly.
Two months of " wedded bliss " had fared
(I use the phrase to custom dear)
Since in those solemn rites I shared
That closed your celibate career,
When, Francis, at your kind request,
I came to eat your mess of pottage,
And brought (unasked) an eye to test
Your scheme of love-birds in a cottage.
Dinner produced the signs I sought :
Our trio prattled gay and free ;
But when the theme demanded thought
Your best remarks were made to me ;
I gathered, though you loved her much
(And love, of course, was all that mattered),
You wished she had a lighter touch
For picking up the pearls you scattered.
You did not patently expose
This private yearning, need I say ?
, For men conceal their inward woes
And seldom give their wives away ;
Indeed, when we discussed apart
What things to praise and what disparage —
Weather and EDWARD GREY and Art —
There was no mention made of marriage. .^ •.
Yet I divined the subtle change.
When mixing with our world of men
Your wit had shown a modest range,
Nor soared above the average ken ;
And now you owned — and this was odd—-
An audience (guaranteed by Cupid)
That took you for a little god,
And, in return, you found her stupid !
She may be so ; but that conceit
Comes with a sorry grace from you —
From one whose wife salutes his feet
With deference well beyond his due ;
Rather be glad her brains are small,
For would she (pardon my acidity)
Ever have married you at all
But for her gift of sweet stupidity ?
O. S.
"The complete, well perhaps we had better not say complete, as
we can hardly believe that a change so sudden and unexpected has
been full and complete, but the result of the inquiry on Tuesday
night is a surprise to many people to find that after all ' Wo have
been and gone and done for 'em,' as the popular phrase goes, the
Ashby representatives should turn round and throw in their little
lot with Frodingham is a thing no ' fellah can understand.' "
Scunthorpe Star.
Somebody is not well.
Cabinet Ministers who have children experience no diffi-
culty now in obtaining nurses. Owing to kidnapping
threats, Scotland Yard is providing the nurse with an officer
whenever she takes the children out.
" Mulholland reached three figures in two hours thirty-five minutes
His total eventually reached 122, for which he batted two hours
and ten minutes." — Evening Standard.
"Mead out 170. He hit twenty-seven 4's, four 3's, and one hun
dred and twenty 2's." — Liverpool Echo.
And so the brightening of cricket goes on.
Mr.
Mr.
Mr.
Sir
'The
HOT WEATHER HINTS.
BY way of giving a useful lead to persons suffering from
lack of initiative Mr. Punch has collected the following
nteresting list of favourite drinks from a variety of prominent
)ersonages : —
Sir EUFUS ISAACS : Marconibrunner.
Lord MURRAY OF ELIBANK: Muinm.
Mr. LLOYD GEORGE : Contangostura Bitters.
Mr. ARNOLD BENNETT : Milestone Burgundy.
Mr. WINSTON CHURCHILL : Blenheim Orangeade.
J. S. SARGENT, E.A.: Sparkling Wertheimer.
LEO MAXSE : Chateau Leoville.
EUDYARD KIPLING : Kiminel.
W. EOBERTSON NICOLL : O. O. de vie.
Mr. UHE : Pommery cum Grano.
Mr. EEGINALD SMITH, K.C. : Elderflower water.
Sir EDWARD HENRY : Cop's Ale.
Lord NOHTHCLIFFE : 'Alf-and-'Alf.
The MASTER OF THE MINT : Creine do Menthc.
Mrs. HUMPHRY WARD : Marcella.
Mrs. ASQUITH : Chateau Margot.
Mine. MELBA: Canary.
Mr. HENRY JAMES : Iced Water drunk from
Utolden Bowl."
Mr. JUSTICE DARLING : Anything so long as it is not
Vin de Grave.
Some further hints, on the subject of dress and diet, will
doubtless be appreciated in view of the authority attached
;o the experts cited.
Lord COURTNEY OF PENWITH writes : " When the shade
;emperature does not exceed 70 I think that blue broad-
loth and a buff waistcoat are best attuned to the national
physique. When, however, this limit is exceeded I favour
;he adoption of certain modifications, as, for example, a white
tall hat and the substitution of bone for brass buttons on
the waistcoat, brass being a conductor of heat. In ex-
ceptional temperature a puggaree is a useful sartorial
adjunct, and a white umbrella serves to mitigate the ardours
of the dog star."
CAPTAIN COE wires from Bournville : " When old Solus
is on the rampage I am in the habit of discarding my
waistcoat and donning the cummerbund, which adds a
natty — or may I say a nutty ? — touch to the costume of
the well-groomed racing man."
Lord MURRAY OF ELIBANK, in a supplementary dispatch
from Bogota, recommends white drill pantaloons, a scarlet
sash and lemon-coloured alpaca coat, with Afghan sandals
and opanwork socks.
Sir HENRY HOWORTH lays stress on abstinence from hot
dishes and recommends pressed mammoth as at once safe
and sustaining. The Mongolians, he adds, are in the habit
of placing a large pat of butter on the crown of their heads,
but insular prejudice would probably be fatal to the general
adoption of this mollifying practice.
Finally Mrs. ELLA WHEELER WILCOX sends the fol-
lowing illuminating quatrain, penetrated with the noble
optimism which is at the root of all her lyrical utterance : —
" Let us be patient, though the heat is torrid,
And, as we mop the much-perspiring forehead,
Determined not to be faint-hearted croakers,
Think of the sufferings of Red Sea stokers ! "
" Dunn in the third bout hit his opponent fairly on the chin, and
was counted out." — Adelaide Advertiser.
The Referee (severely) : " You know, Master DUNN, I told
you before you started that there was to be no hitting about
the face."
PUNCH, OR THE LONDON CHAEIVARL— JUNK 4, 1913.
THE GOOD BOY OF THE EAST.
TUKKKY (from the corner in which Eitropa has put him). "I FEAE, MADAM, THAT OUR YOUNG
FRIENDS ARE CAUSING YOU SOME EMBARRASSMENT. BUT, WHILE GREATLY DE-
PLORING Til KIR INSUBORDINATION, I REGRET THAT I AM NOT IN A POSITION TO
-KKNDER ANY APPRECIABLE ASSISTANCE TO YOUR AUTHORITY."
JUNE 4, 1913.]
PUNCH, OR THE LONDON CHARIVARI.
437
Militant Suffragist (after long and futile efforts to UyM a fire for her tea-kettle). •' AND TO THINK THAT ONLY YESTERDAY I BURNT
TWO PAVILIONS AND A CHURCH!"
FURTHER GLIMPSES OF CARLYLE.
(Being a hazy memory of Mr. PERCY
FITZQEBALD'S article in " The Con-
temporary Review.")
BEFORE it is too late let me put on
record my personal recollections of the
Wise Man of Chelsea, for, with the
exception of Mr. FRANK HARRIS, I am
the only one of his intimate friends
that is still here. Between us we
know all. If I am less frank, reader,
forgive me.
Chelsea is no longer what it was.
All, all are gone, the old familiar hats.
In vain does one search its streets for
any of the Titans. We are all pygmies
now — pygmies.
Dear JOHN FORSTER, the great and
good, it was he who introduced me to
the Sage. " I send you Percy," he wrote
to him, " a man you must know." For
FOUSTER always used the imperative
mathod. CAULYLE'S niece was im-
mensely kind to me, hut she broke her
promise. She promised me one of the
Sage's churchwarden pipes, but it never
came. How could it? A pipe is an
impossible tiling to pack. And yet is
it? because, if so, how did CARLYLE'S
own pipes get to him ?
We had all kinds of odd ways
of talking together in our Set. For
example, wishing once to inform the
Sage that I had passed him recently
in the West End, I put it thus : " Sir,
I think I crossed you lately nigh Bond
Street." As it happened I was mis-
taken, for CARLYLE replied, "No, no,
ye didna. That were my brither — he
not unlike me." Observe the curious
construction, as of a foreigner learning
English. In his books he could write
grammatically and even well; but in
conversation with his intimates, as you
notice, he suggested Prince Lee' Boo.
His Doric was equal to every tax
put upon it The greit and good JOHN
FORSTER became in his mouth equally
"Fooster," "Foosther" and "Foors-
ther." "My dear Percy," I remember
FORSTER once saying to me in his
hospitable mansion at Palace Gate — so
hospitable that we had to bring our
own cigars — "can't you do anything
with THOMAS [CARLYLE] to make him
pronounce my name more consistently ?
It gets on my nerves, and you know
what happens then." But nothing that
I said to the Sage was of any effect.
" Hech, hech, hech," was all he v/ould
reply. " Puir wee blitherer 1 Hech,
hech, hech ! " It was really rather
serious, for the good and great FORSTER
in a state of nerves was something
terrible. All Palace Gate rocked ;
chimneys fell; the rooks in Kensington
Gardens left their trees. Our beloved
BROWNING at last could stand it no
longer, and left the Set. A year or
so later the poet said to me, " Seen
FOHSTER? I never see him now," and
he was gone before I could reply to
the gracious query.
Of FORSTER more ought to be known,
for he was great and good. I have
some priceless letters from him. In one
he says —
The best way to got here is by the omnibus.
In another he draws attention to the
bad weather with a fine touch of vivid-
ness—
Isn't the rain terrific?
But since CARLYLE'S name is at the
head of this article I must really pay
more attention to him. " My guid
Paircy," he said to me once, " dinna
forget aught ah 'm sayin', wilt ? Pos-
teerity will be grateful for sic blather gin
ye dish it oop." Hence those reverent
pages. Hech ! hech t hech 1 Eheu
fu-gaces.
438
PUNCH, OR THE LONDON CHAEIVARL^
[JUNE 4, 1913.
BLANCHE'S LETTERS.
A LUCKY CUT.
Park Lane.
DEAREST DAPHNE,— For your special
behoof your Blanche is going to become
an author and tell you a little happen-
ing of the moment as a short story,
strictly based on fact, as people say :—
Mrs. Golding-Newman sat in her
opera-box, a frown on her brow and a
full-sized pout on her lips. Once more
the unhappy woman was all wrong.
The night before last
she had been at an
old-fashioned, tuney
VEBDI opera, wear-
ing her high-diamond
tiara, her riviere, her
sun, her stars, her
rope of black pearls,
and Olga's last word
in evening gowns,
and had found it
was correct to wear
hardly any jewels
and to be .almost
quite dowdy ! And
to-night here she
was at a brand-new
opera — scarcely a
tune in it, Trillini
singing, the house
alight with tiaras
and rivieres — and,
frightened by her
experience of Tues-
day, she had come
with a little pearl
fillet in her hair, a
small string of pearls
round her throat and
a gown and wrap
that hardly spoke
above a whisper !
What can life hold
for the wretched
w oman who has
made two such
ghastly mistakes in
one short week !
Nor was this all. It was the long
interval just now. Everybody was
visiting Everybody's box to chat and
laugh, while Nobody sat neglected.
The corridors behind the boxes simply
swarmed with people who matter, but
the door of the Gelding-Newmans' box
found no hand to open it. So Mrs.G.-N.
sat sulking, while her husband, his
hands in his pockets, lounged at the
other sid3 of the box and yawned
enormously. " It 's a shame ! " — that
was Mrs. Golding - Newman finding
vent for her feelings in words at last.
" It 's a cruel shame ! " Her gaze was
fixed on the box where our dear Pansy
Shropshire, dressed in the famous
Shropshire sapphires, with some little
additions of satin, lace and chiffon, was
holding her court. " A great lady, is
she ? A duchess, and a leader among
the leaders ? But not too great a lady
to take my £5,000 " (" Mine," corrected
Mr. Golding-Newman, sotto voce), " and
give me nothing in return — absolutely
nothing! Wasn't I given plainly to
understand that, if I gave £5,000 to
her scheme for dressing all her Shrop-
shire Cottagers as Ancient Britons, she
would open the doors of Society to me?
And what has she done? A card for
Local Critic. " 'TAIN'I 'ABF AS GOOD AS WOT THE LIDY'S DOING ON STILTS.
| one of her receptions, at which she
' spoka two words to me and gave me
her little finger to shake ; and the only
other person I spoke to the whole
evening was the footman who got me
1 my wrap !
"Then there was an invitation to a
concert, where I was asked to give up
my seat to an old frump, who flounced
down into it without even a ' thank-
j you ! ' And now look at us to-night !
i Where's the good of a box on the grand
tier and on the best side of the house,
with a view of the royal box and the
omnibus box, if no one comes near us ! "
Stands me in pretty heavy, this
box," commented Mr. G.-N.
'Not
that I 'd grudge it if you were enjoving
yourself, my dear, but it seems you
ain't. As for me, I'd swop a dozen
operas for a good variety show, with
plenty of song-and-dance turns and
first-rate comics and tumbling. This
opera business don't appeal to me.
I've not heard a tune I could lay hold
of the whole evening. And though this
Madame Trillini may be all very well
when she simjs, when she screams I
feel like stopping my ears, Moggie."
"Oh, Robert, Robert ! Try not to be
so awful! " moaned his wife. " What
you call screaming is her wonderful G
in alt that everybody
raves about. And
don't, don't call me
Moggie \ It 's such
a fearful, North-
country sort of name,
and makes one think
of factories and
shawls and clogs
and Saturday half-
holida-ys. If people
called Margaret
aren't called Mar-
garet they're called
Peggy by nice
people."
" All right, Mog—
Peg — Margaret -
I '11 try to remember.
But don't run down
factories, my girl.
If it wasn't for
factories and shawls
and clogs and Satur-
day half - holidays,
you wouldn't be
sitting at the opera
to - night, a swell
among the swells."
" ' A swell among
the swells ' indeed !
I 'm no more in
Society than if we
were back at our
house in Manchester.
I 'vo a good mind to
- give up trying. But
what I think of her
I '11 let her know
first ! "
* * * *
The opera was over. The Golding-
Newmans left their box, she smoothing
away her frown as well as she could,
drawing her wrap round her with a
determination to do or die, and mutter-
ing to herself, " I '11 let her know what
I think of her and her methods the very
first opportunity I get ! "
The opportunity chanced to be quite
handy. A number of well - known
people were chatting in the vestibule,
among them Pansy Shropshire and her
best beloved enemy, Veronica St. Neots.
"Here comes that weird little pro-
tegee of yours, my dear," said the latter
to the former, " with that delightfully
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House Agent's Cleric (in answer to American's enquiry for a country cottage). " How WOULD THIS SUIT you, Sin? TEN BEDBOOMS,
THIUSE BECEPIIO2I, STABLES, CABAGE ? "
American. " SEE HEBK, YOUNG MAN, I AASKED YOU FOB A COTTAOK, NOT A HOVEL."
fearful husband of hers in tow. She- '3
heading straight for you."
When the Golding-Newman woman
had approached quite close to the group,
Pansy Shropshire turned and bestowed
upon her aoout the smallest nod of
j which a duchess's head is capable,
' together with half an inch of her
famous smile, and a cool, careless word
or two of greeting. But neither nod,
smile, nor words of greeting were re-
turned. The pretty face that didn't
matter at all looked steadily, icily,
without the least recognition, at the
pretty face that mattered so much — and
Mrs. Golding-Newman swept past and
mingled in the crowd.
" But what an extraordinary per-
formance, dearest! " said Lady St. Neots
to the duchess. " What does the little
person mean by it ? "
Pansy only laughed and shrugged her
shoulders. " How can one say what
she means? The ways of such people
are past finding out."
I 've done it now ! " gasped Mrs.
Golding-Newman, as she threw herself
back in her car. " I don't care ! It
\MI-I irorih the £5,000, though I 've
killed any tiny chance I may have had
of over getting into Society ! " .But
.there she was mistaken. v
" My sweet thing," said Veronica
St. Neots to me next day, " I simply
nuist know this little outside person
who gave dear Pansy Shropshire the
cut direct at the opera last night. You
never saw a cleaner cut, Blanche — quite
to the bone ! Really, you know, it was
rather great. Several of us saw it, and
we all say we must know the little
person. It was positively too funny
for words to see our dear Pansy look
almost quite a little foolish for one small
moment ! "
"How lovely!" I said. "I must
know the little person too! " , ,
And that is how Mrs. Golding- New-
man's social success began. Once more
she is in her box at the opera, but
to-night she 's perfectly right. She has
eaten of the fruit of the Mayfair Tree
of Knowledge of What's Done and
What isn't Done. She has learned the
preacher's lesson — that there is a time
to cast stones away and a time to
gather stones together — and pub them
on ! She knows that for an opera less
than three years old, with Trillini
singing, she must wear her very newest
evening gown, with no bodice worth
mentioning, and her all-round tiara,
and her riviere, and her sun and her
stars, and her rope of black pearls, and
everything that is here. • The little
outside person who gave dear Pansy
Shropshire the cut direct has become
almost quite the fashion, and if you
want her at your parties you must be
some one who counts ; and you must
give her pretty long notice too, for she "s
asked everywhere and is immensely
particular as to what she accepts ! Our
dear Pansy has good-naturedly offered
the little person her Congrats on
her success and the coup dcclat that
led to it that night in the vestibule of
the opera-house. " It was quite a clever
idea of yours," she said.
So there sits Mrs. Golding-Newman
in her opera-box, and once more it is
the long interval, and Everyone is call-
ing at Everyone's box, and the corridors
swarm with the right kind of people.
But no longer is the Golding-Newuian
box unvisited. No, indeed ! It 's so
full of people who matter that Mr. G.-N.
has hardly room to thrust his hands
into his pockets and yawn, and his
hopes of the box being given up and of
his being able to "swop opera for a
good variety show " have dwindled to
nothing. And that, my dear, is the
true inwardness of why a recent Out-
sider has become an Insider.
Ever thine, BLANCHE.
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[JUNE 4, 191.3.
"WITHIN THE LAW."
^Without prrjiiflir • to ;i very pli: iHiint onlrr-
hunm. nt .il tin- iliivin ul,. -I, ThMtM
AI:T F.
Edward Gilder's n/jicr ,il. " Tin- I'.ni
I", i inn." Sarah, hi* tiwri-tiiri/, is
i/itii-ori'ri'il.
i'.iih-r Sinithson, a shoj> ini/L-i'r.
Smiths-mi. I just looked in to say
liow dreadful it was that Margaret
Taylor should be a thief. Ton blouses,
seven petticoats, on(!-half pair of silk
hoso, twenty-nine pairs of —
^iimh (hastily). Yes, isn't it sad ?
Sucli a nice girl, too.
[Kir it Smithson. Enter Kdwaid
Gilder ,niil his solicitor, Demarest.
Gilili-i. Well, so Margaret Taylor is
committed for trial. Excellent.
lirinarcst. All the same, I can't help
thinking she 's innocent.
Gilder. Why?
Demurest. Well— er— slios^id so . . .
and she '» the heroine of the play . . . and
what with' one thing and another. . .
< tildcr (amazed). .But the things were
found in her locker!
Demarest (with superiority). My dear
Gilder, when you've beon on tho stage
a little, longer, you'll know that, the
more innocent a heroine is, tho more
ACT. II.
Margaret's Jlut. It in two years Inter,
mi, I Miirgarel in tin: ln'itd of a gang
<>l i-iiiniiniln ; two of whom, .Too
G.irson mill Agnus Lynch, an dit
covered conversing.
(lnrni)H. I love her !
Agna. But she is always carrying
o;i with Dick Gild'T. Wli.i'/'s her game,
I wonder.
V.nli'.r Margaret.
Margaret. Well, any callers ?
Garson (gloomily). That detective
from Gilder's. J believe he's on our
track.
Margaret (brightly). But tlie law
can't touch us ! All our crimes are per-
fectly legal. That last little blackmail
quite respectably
things are found in her locker,
look herc,.sh.o .wants to see you.
Bat
you bail her out?.. Say the' word and
I 'II go to tho police-court at once and
fetch her hero. (GiUen.nods. relnct-
husiuess was done
through solicitors.
Agnes (aside). From the things that,
have been 'said about solicitors in this
play, I c'an't help feeling that one of
the Authors doesn't like them.
Garson. Well, if that detective comes
hero again I shall shoot him witb my
patent silent pistol. (Takes it out.)
I '11 show you. What shall I shoot ?
Margaret (eagerly). The green vase.
It was a Christmas present from grand-
mamma. (It falln to ineces.) At last !
antly.) Good man !
\Kxit.
•', .' — | J «*v«d
(nlder (to Sarah). Now for a heavy
morning's work. Hullo, who's this?
[lie-enter Demarest with Margaret
Taylor.
Demarc.it (breathlessly). I 'vo been as
quick as I could, but you know how
slow the law is. Now, wo '11 leave you
two together. {Exit with Sarah.
GiUtr (sternly). Well?
Meu-gurct (earnestly). I 've coma to
toll you how to stop these thefts. Mr
GiMer, givo your girls a living waM
and they won't need to steal. How
can we keep body and soul together or
fourteen shillings n week? We 're on
our feet all day in the shop, and—
Oildtr (xerinn:;/!/ ii In mud). Good
Heavens! Is this a GALSWORTHY play?
__ . \ — f J. , *•'•! j i v ni/Tti :
How splendid— I mean, how careless
of you. Well, any other news?
Garson. Jim Wade says there's a
wonderful tapestry in old Gilder's
library, and he knows a shop where
- , „, xjumrj Y» 1./H, | ji j l)llly
had no idsa. I thought it was
just — (consulting /»'"</mmme) ah ,
"•".v right, (in gnat relief) Look-it's
adapted from an American play by
UOT I-'K.NV and AIITMI;H WIM-
i-Kitis. (Soothingly) So you see how
ibsurd it is to talk like this.
Margaret (/»•«//,;«%). I know I
'' (l" 'I' again. What I really
, •••**'•*• *• \JUII I V
'"'-;;( <" say was this. (Melodrama
/{««//// I5"^,;e, serpent, for in the next,
three Acts I ...ill |lilV(, mv ,,,.(,V(,ng&I
ClIiTAIN.
they '11 give us a million pounds for it
Wo 're going after it to-night.
Margaret (nobly). Never! It's against
tho law.
(i arson (annoyed). You know, dear,
I really think you 'd get more sympathy
from the audience if you did illegal
things which were morally right rather
than immoral things which are legally
right. Besides, you know you want
your revenge on old Gilder. '
Margaret (crossly). Perhaps you'd
like to write tho play yourself? (Stiffly)
As a matter of fact, 1 married Dick
Gilder this morning. That 's my revenge
on Mr. Gilder. I have made him mv
Father-in-law.
Garson. Personally I still think
should prefer tho million pounds.
CURTAIN.
my
I
ACT III.
Gilder's Library.
Gilder Well, what have you done ?
Lassidy (the. detective). Listen ! To-
night Margaret Taylor's gang ' will
'"" here to burgle the house. She
Will be arrested a.nd lent to penal
servitude ; and - er - (lamely) as soon
the Majority Report, of the Divorce
imimssion becomes law your son will
)o free.
Gilder. Good. Then I shall t,,l,llo
Off. It's half-past eleven.
Cassidy. Yes, do ; the gang may be
•' ere at any moment. Burglars want
to gel to bed so early nowadays.
[Thi-i/ i/n on/, niiil tlii' stage is in
darkness. Enter Garson and \V;,de
Garson. Well, I suppose they're HI
MI bed by now. IJ'sl,, what's that?
i]nlcr Margaret.
Margaret (dramatically). I 've come
to save you! You mustn't steal the
I ap::stry ! It 's against the law. ( With
strong common sinse) Besides, it will
probably be my husband's some day
Naturally, one doesn't want to 1.
million-pound tapestry.
Enter Dick.
Dick (surprised). Help!
Margaret. It 's all right, dear. I 'vc
<:om<! to send them away. (With stiddeQ
suspicion) Dick, where did that ttfpe Irj
come from ? Bayeux, or the Tottenham
Court Road ?
Dick. Tottenham Court Road, dear.
You don't say you've come to
the tn/ii-ntry f Heaven Moss you!
Garson (sternly). Wade, have you
betrayed us? You dog, take that.
(Hefiret, and Wade collapses.)
Dick. Quick ! Givo me the pistol.
(Takes it from him.) IS Ibis play h to
go on, 1 must bo falsely accused.
K nlcr a Scotland Yard ln^m-lor.
Inspector. Richard Gilder, I arrest
you for wilful murder.
Dick (pretending to be much dis-
tressed). Bother.
CURTAIN.
ACT IV.— The Flat.
Enter Domarosl.
Demarest. Dick is remanded on bail.
All the same, J can't help thinking
lie 's innocent.
Margaret. Really, this is just, like
the First Act.
Denuire.it. Yes, I once thought \<m
were innocent too. But now
Margaret. Well, I can prove that I
never stole those things. Look, |
a confession from the girl who did.
Demarest. How very satisfactory.
Now Mr. Gilder will apologise to you.
Hitler Garson.
Gin nun. And I can prove thai bick
never shot Wade. Because / did.
Demarest. Better and better.
Hn/i-r Dick.
Dick. And if only Margaret will tell
mo that she has learnt to love mi
the second Act (hen all will he well.
Uargaret. Dick, J couldn't tell you
a lie ; I do.
Demarest (thoughtfully). [ w.
why she couldn't tell him a lie. I
illegal.
Dick. My wile! (Hndmn-cn l«r.)
<VHT.U\. A. A. M.
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441
Ml!. PUNCH IN THE PAST.
[After tlic1 enstom of several of his e :in-
temponuies ;uicl in the muniier ef himself. J
II.
\I!i'/in»//ii'cd from " Punch" of I KM. I
"You've laid me a stymie!," said
Klvira. " I can't get at the jack. with-
out a little off break bias, can 1 ? "
I sighed three times in quick succes-
sion. Klvira laid down the bowl in
deep concern.
"What's the matter?" she said.
" You haven't swallowed one of them,
have you? ".
"One of what?" I asked
She pointed to the, bowl.
"Don't be silly," I said. "I'm
wonied about these Constitutions."
" You 're not going to make that
joke about them again?" said Elvira
quickly.
" It was a rotten joke," I said.
" But, after all, the Constitutions of
Clarendon are rottener. And they're
serious."
" The joke wasn't funny," said Elvira.
" As for the Constitutions, my father,
the Sieur Mannering, was saying —
"Yes, but he's not in the Church.
You seem to forget, Elvira, that I 'in
in minor orders myself, and I feel like
the dear Archbishop in the matter.
Of course 1 haven't gone so far into
the profession as to prevent my marry-
ing you; but all the same the Con-
stitutions are doing me out of my
little privileges, you know."
Elvira glanced regretfully towards
the jack.
" Tell me, dear," she said. " I can-
not rest until you have done so."
" It 's like this," I said. " Supposing
I touch Archie. for a rose noble, and
then won't pay up, what happens? —
I mean, what would have happened
hoi'oro the Act was passed ? "
" lie '(1 have landed you one on the
point of the vizor, wouldn't he ? "
" I 'in talking about law," I said
hastily. " He 'd have had to hale me be-
fore t ho Bishop. And the Bishop —
" I know. You dine with him some-
time ;, don't you? "
" On one occasion I week-ended with
him." 1 said with dignity. "Anyway,
wo clerics hang together, Elvira."
" And now? "
" Well, now Archie coidd land me
m an ordinary civil court and get the
money out of me. It 's simply subver-
sive of the dignity of the clergy. You
know, the country is. going to the
dogs." ,
" I ;ut you always do pay Archie
back, don't, 3011 ? Some time or other,
I mo'in ? "
"That's j:<;{-, nothing to do witli it,"
I declared. "T!u> thing is —
Inimitable Comedian.
NOBODY WAS LOOKlNe.."
AT A CHARITY MATINEE.
•On,
YES, I ONCE WON A PRIZE AT A BEAUTY SHOW— WHEN
Mabel. " MOTHER, is THAT
" The tiling is," said Elvira, flinging
back her long sleeve and stooping to
take up the bowl, " is Kent going to
win the championship ? "
" Sir Kenneth has been jousting
pretty well lately," I said. "But, my
dear Elvira, don't you see that if the
Archbishop goes abroad to appeal to
the Pope ho '11 probably take the pick
of the mflca with him? Woolley 's
pretty sure to go anyway, and Canter-
bury week will be simply knocked on
the head."
" Oh I " said Elvira, standing up
again, " oh, poor Kent ! And you
always see Archbishop Thomas in the
pavilion during Canterbury week. Then
the Constitutions of Clarendon arc
serious. Why didn't you say so
before ? "
Gallantry in East Anglia.
"'When a Suffolk fisher-lad sets his heart
upon a maiden, he does not beat about the
bust." — Adelaide Register.
The Hurricane.
Captain F. H. SHAW in The Story-
Teller :—
"They were carrying big coral recks to the
selected site when, by some misadventure,
Lortou dropped his end of the stone they
handled, and caused it to fall on do Vallan's
foot. It was a trivial thing enough, but it
showed how the wind blew."
"Twenty-eight years' experience- combined
with a thorough philosophical training has
made our tuner thoroughly qualified. Only
ptann timer in India holding a diploma for
philosophy."
Ad'i-l. in " Iiulian Daily Telegraph."
It is generally the man next door who
really wants the philosophy;.
From a letter on "The Tamniiii
Camp" in the Kalyoorlii- Miner :
"The fines put on for the least breach of dis-
cipline were altogether too high. For instance,
a peisenal friend of mine was fined 10s. for
tickling an officer on the back of his neck with
a straw while we were standing ' easy.' "
Dash it, one can't amuse oneself any hoio.
442
PUNCH, OR THE LONDON CHARIVARI.
[JUNE 4, 1913.
HINTS TO CLIMBERS: HOW TO ATTRACT NOTICE.
I. WEAR COSTUMES DESIGNED BY M. LEON BAKST, WHO, \VE HEAE, is ADDING TO nis TRIUMPHS is THE FIELD OF KUSSIAX
BALLET BY CHEATING MODELS FOB A PARISIAN MODISTE.
FORTY WINKS IN FLEET STREET.
(An epistle to Charles on the difference between his day-dreams and mine.)
And now on the shingly beaches
Where rollick the tiny chicks,
And the harvest of nuts and peaches
By favour of Ceres mix, -
By the esplanades of the shining sea
It is there, it is there that my soul would be
If I paused for a moment's reverie,
So you think of the white dog-roses,
Dear Charles, in the lap of June,
When you do drop off into dozes
At your desk of an afternoon ;
You fancy you see the leaping trout
In the long dark pool as the day draws out,
And you turn from the telephone's ugly spout,
And the price of some share in the market gives place to
the stock-dove's croon.
That is all very well for the City,'
Where sentiment still lives green,
And it sounds most awfully pretty,
But I cannot imagine the scene :
Lush dells where the early nightingale sang
And the dog-rose bloomed with a glittering fang,
They are done with, Charles, they are clean
gone bang,
They are phantasies unremembered by The Topical Magazine.
Our brains are a finer tissue ;
We build for a future day ;
You will notice in this month's issue
An article dealing with hay ;
Long sinco, ere the green buds tipped the larch
We passed it for press in the front of March,
And the girl on the cover (my hat ! she was arch).
When the frost set type on the window, we broidered with
blossoming may.
For we 're tackling the August number. How .seftly that
typewriter ticks !
Without there is noise of 'buses
And noise of the creaking wain,
. And a silly old bluebottle fusses
Inside on the window-pane ; ,
And the sky is rimmed by a hundred roofs
And round and about is a litter of proofs
Stamped deep with the stamp of the devil's hoofs,
But beyond, through the noise of printers, loud roars the
ineffable main.
And the cornfields are bright with poppies ;
Behold how they wink and burn !
And the leaves on the sun-parched coppice
Are dusty, and dim the fern ;
And two months on, O Charles, when you pine
For heathery moors or the open brine,
Your visions will still be quite different from mine,
For our Grand Double Xmas Number will then be our
chief concern. EVOE.
PUNCH, OR THE LONDON CHARIVARI.-JuNK 4, 1913.
TOO MANY PIPS.
(to Liori> GEORQE}. "FUNNY THING, MATE; 'E DON'T SEEM TO KNOW WOT '8
GOOD FOB 'IM. WE SHALL 'AYE TO TRY AGAIN."
[Mr. ASQUITH has promised a Bill to amend tho Insurance Act.]
JUNE 4, 1913.]
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445
nr D&DI IAMPMT ! «'"f,f"'iu'» replies, nervous Members House of Lords, Wednesday. — Fore-
Uh KAKLIAIVI tN I . i think t,)e princjpi0 of repression might gathering on Monday after well-earned
(EXTRACTED FROM THE DIARY OF TOBY, M.P.) ijO carried in another direction. With ! holiday, noble Lords were depressed by
House of Commons, Tuesday, May 27. [the chamber full of unaccustomed : knowledge that they had lost com-
— Sittings resumed after Whitsun He- .sunlight; GEOFFREY HOWARD'S spats ! panionship of cheery Lord ASHBOURNK.
cess. Pretty good attendance con- j sparkling at the Bar "give one the To-day the bells are tolling again, telling
sidering splendour of summer weather , blink," as ALPHEUS CLEOPHAS, who is of death of another highly esteemed
lately bursting over town and
country. Some notable ab-
sentees. PREMIER still " at sea,"
a situation which has for him
the charm of novelty; sitting
on deck at feet of LORD HIGH
ADMIRAL he learns how to splice
the main -brace and master
mystery of sailor's knot. His
quick mind perceives possibili-
ties of application of principle
to replies to inconvenient ques-
tions. To construct a smooth
answer, appaiently easy (really
difficult) to unravel, might on
occasion be convenient.
In Chief's absence lead
assumed by CHANCELLOR OP
EXCHEQUER, whose ruddy
countenance suggests that, tem-
porarily relieved from business
connected with that mysterious
entity, the Land Committee,
he has been playing golf in the
colleague, Lord AVEBUBY. Im-
possible to conceive two men,
equally gifted, more widely
separated by ways of thought
and personal manner. ASH-
BOURNE bubbling with fun,
boyish in manner and talk ;
AVEBURY prim in manner, quiet
in speech, convinced that, since
there is no authentic evidence of
jokes disturbing the equanimity
of a beehive, mankind would
do well, if not absolutely to
eschew them, at least rigorously
to limit indulgence in them.
Though no sluggard AVEBURY
from time to time went to the
ants and learned something of
their busy orderly ways. Whilst
still with us in the Commons
he not infrequently contributed
wise sayings to debate. His
principal legislative achievement
was the passing of the Bank
WINSTON shows the PitEMiEB how to splice the main-brace.
Tropics. Front Opposition Bench in ' coming to the front again, picturesquely ' Holiday Act, with which his name will
sole possession of WALTER LONG. | put it. over be associated. Found less inviting
BONNF.R LAW at Queen's Hall explaining '
to Women's Amalgamated Unionist
and Tariff Reform Association that
" We are the National Party."
Curiously depressed air about. Mem-
bers enter on tiptoe ; greet each other
in whispers. Suggest on Ministerial
side that they have come to bury Home
Rule, not to hurry it through psnulti- give little nod of satisfaction and retire i saw and spoke with him a fortnight
That a detail. Oflarger moment is the j opening in the House of Lords. But
fact that to see the VICE-CHAMBERLAIN . up to recent date was constant in
OP THE HOUSEHOLD, standing at the attendance, patient in attention to
Bar, hands delved deep in trousers' speeches not all attraetive. Like most
pockets (habit suggestive of mistrust of old Commoners transplanted to tha
esteemed colleague, THE CHANCELLOR Lords he frequently revisited the
OP THE EXCHEQUER, watching him care- glimpses of the illuminated ceiling of
fully totting up forces on either side), the Chamber across the way. SARK
mate stage by process of
formal Committee with
opportunity benevolently
provided for " making sug-
gestions."
Almost the sole live person
on the premises is GEOFFREY
HOWARD, Vice-Chamberlain
of His Majesty's Household,
Parliamentary Private Secre-
tary to the PRIME MINISTER
(unpaid), one of the team of
Ministerial Whips. Familiar
habit with him to enter
House from time to time,
stand at Bar and take stock
of both sides. In performance
of this duty a pair of spats
of immaculate whiteness
before adjournment for holi-
days. Much struck by
evident signs of breaking-
up in the still slight, upright
figure.
Though ever ready when
called upon to take part in
debate in the Lords, espe-
cially on Irish questions,
ASHBOURNE did his best work
in the Commons. To other
charms of oratory ho added
a mellifluous brogue. His
countryman, Lord MORRIS,
used to speak slightingly
of the gift, hinting that it
was surreptitiously acquired
and secretly nourished. That
probably personal jealousy ;
himself being master of a
O.NE WAY OF FILLING THE Fnoxi OPPOSITION BENCH.
A suggestion for Mr. WALTER LONG.
plays prominent part. By chance this ! to Whip's room, inspires general feeling MORRIS
ulitvnoon Captain MURRAY, careful , of security. As ROBERT BROWNING, had ! brogue in which you could almost
for safety of his fellow-men, draws ; he lived in the Parliamentary world, ' wade up to knees.
from : might have put it, GEOFFREY HOWARD'S
on \ at the Bar ; all 's well with the Party.
attention to danger arising
dazzling glare of head-lights
motor cars. As question is put, and
Business done. — ATTORNEY-GENERAL
PRESIDENT OF LOCAL GOVERNMENT! moved Second Reading of Appellate
BOARD, with rare use of first person | Jurisdiction Bill. Debate adjourned.
House of Lords is the poorer by the
passing of two of the oldest and most
highly esteemed of our Parliament men.
Business done. — Ancient Monuments
Bill reported, with amendments.
44G
PUNCH, OR THE LONDON CHARIVARI.
[JUNE 4, 1913.
Friday. — Pleasant example of spir
of knightly chivalry that underlies Part
conflict forthcoming in action taken b
FRED HALL— whom the Question-Pape
is careful to particularise as "(Duhyich)
— in matter of ceremonial recognitio:
duo to FIRST LOUD OF ADMIRALTY
Naturally WINSTON, howsoever win
some, is not personally a favourite in
Unionist camp. Never forgotten that h
once belonged to it ; loss sustained by hi
desertion fully realised only when. on
contemplates .his brilliant services undo
the enemy's flag. To the generous
minded that rather incentive to keene
jealousy on bis behalf than of desire
to see him flouted. FBKD HALL
surveying the world from his eyrie a
Duhvicb, has watched Mediterranean
"I" — the PRKSIDEXT OP THE LOCAL
GOVERNMENT BOARD.
cruise of FIRST LORD. Observed that,
on landing at various ports, he was
received by the authorities with some
show qf ceremonial welcome. Here
and there a gun has gone off and a flag
of welcome run up at masthead.
This does not satisfy the punctilious
mind. OLIVER TWIST (Dulwioh) asks
for more. After some expenditure of
midnight oil he drafted a question
addressed to SECRETARY OF WAB
demanding to know "if, under the
regulations of the War Office, the
First Lord of the Admiralty is entitled
to any spscial ceremonial recognition ;
if so, what is the nature of the same ;
and, if there is no sucli special recog-
nition, whether he will take steps to
ensure that the high position occupied
by the First Lord of the Admiralty is
adequately recognised."
Might reasonably be expected that
representative of Government would
readily, gratefully, grasp this hand
stretched across sea of Party politics
And what response does SKKLY make'
Casually reads from paper : " This matte
is governed by paragraphs 1807 anc
1810 of the King's Eegulations. Then
is no intention of amending them."
Nothing more. FBBD HALL (Dulwioh)
limpid in seat, resumed in expectation o
rather making a s-'core. Eeally no us<
preparing the parlour for the fly and art
lessly inviting him to enter if he won't
Business done. — Second Beading o
Government of Scotland Bill moved.
WONDERS' WILL NEVEE CEASE
. • • -*• .«...
["Mr. T. P. O'CoNNon, who during his
recent visit to Paris was approached by leaders
of tho Armenian community, and subsequently
had interviews with leading French Ministers
and politicians, pressed upon Sir K. GRKY the
importance of ensuring the future safety anc
good government of the Armenian Christians
as part of tho post-war settlement." — Daily
Chronicle, May 30, 1913."]
WHILE thunder crashed and lightning
flashed I dreamed a dream last night
Which filled my anguished bosom
with unspeakable- affright :'
I dreamed I saw Lord HALSBURY pro-
posing to elopa '•'•
With Mr. ARTHUR BENSON to assassi-
nate the POPE. •
I dreamed that Mr. HANDEL BOOTH
was made Lord Chancellor,
While SHAW succeeded SEELY as the
Minister for War.
[ dreamed that Mr. CADBURY bestrode
the Derby winner,
And then invited EUFUS and the CHES-
TERTONS to dinner.
[ dreamed that bold BEN TILLETT was
created an Archbishop,
While LULU went to Whitechapel to
manage a fried fish shop.
. dreamed I heard LLOYD GEORGE in
most indignant tones rebuke
A Welshman who had spoken some-
what harshly of a Duke.
'. dreamed that Mr. MASEFIELD wrote
a novel all in prose,
Without a single swear-word from the
opening to the close,
dreamed that ALEXANDER ceased to
stretch and press his bags,
And appeared at the St. James's in a
garb of tattered rags.
0 gentle reader, do not treat this record
with derision;
^10 facts of daily life are far more
strange than any vision ;
'or I saw it clearly stated in The
Chronicle to-day
'hat the cause of the Armenians had
been championed by "TAY PAY."
The Inevitable.
'LoriD JUSTICK FAREWELL RETIRES."
Yorkshire Kvcuinj News.
TAKING THE PLUNGE.
AT seven o'clock I climbed out o_
bed and looked anxiously at the
weather. The sun was shining from
a cloudless sky and the breeze was
soft and balmy. From a chestnut-tree
a thrush cried cheekily, " Get up, yoi
lazy beggar ! G et up, you lazy beggar 1 '
1 put on my swimming costume anc
dressed hastily on the top of it. " Gooc
boy ! " remarked the thrush encourag-
ingly as I stepped into the street; and
fluttered off to tell his wife about it.
1 breathed deeply and happily ; surely
Hi is was the ideal morning for the
first bathe of the season. '
But somehow the world seemed
changed when I reached the front.
The sun still shone brightly, (lie sky
was still cloudless, the breexo was still
soft and balmy, but the sea looked wet,
with that nasty cold wetness sugges-
tive of drowned men. By-and-by, when
I was bending over the de<k, it would
become warm and inviting, and more
fortunate people. . . . •
I went into the tent and began to
undress. But my enthusiasm had com-
pletely died out. Instead of throwing
off garment after garment with the speed
of a music-hall performer, I lingered
dubiously over buttons and things.
Why not go back? I asked myself.
Why not postpone it for another week
or two?. There was no compulsion
about it. I was my own master. After
all, a man must be a fool to do a dis-
agreeable tiling for no reason.
On the other hand, I reflected, tho
irst plunge was always beastly, and
[ knew from experience that the sooner
one got it over the better. And what
would those people on the beach think
of me if I turned back now ?.
A mood of reckles-s daring came
upon me suddenly. Without giving ib
time to fade, I dashed out of the tent
ind ran to ;vards the "sea at top speed.
The few early promenaders gave me
a mi«hty shout of encouragement.
[ smiled my acknowledgments and
airly hurled myself into the water.
Br-r-r-r, it was cold! 1 swam out
lesperately a dozen yards, turned, and
leaded for the shore, gasping. Another
errific shout went up as I reappeared
on the sands. Good fellows ! They
•ecognised a plucky act when they saw
t. I waved my hand.
And then I realised that I was still
vearing my shirt.
"Mr. Lough then rose, and delivered an
xhaustive speech on the watchwords of tlio
liberal party — ' Pence. Retrenchment, and
leform.' " — Hampshire Chronicle.
'Pence" seems an understatement for
'ayment of Members at MOO a year.
Jl'NK 4, I'.H.'i.
PUNCH, OR THE LONDON CHARIVARI.
447
UPON A
TIIK DKVOUT LOVKII.
OMT: upu;i a time theie was a fox
who full in lovo with a pretty iittk
vixen. He called her Sweet Auburn
anil in the small hours, when all the
\\orld was asleep, I hey went for delight
ful b trolls together and talked a deal ol
pleasant nonsense.
One day she casually mentioned her
approaching birthday, which chanced
to be on May the 15th ; and when he
expressed his intention of giving her a
present she said she would like nothing
so much as gloves.
" What colour? " he asked.
" Purple," she said ; and he agreed.
" With white and purple spots in-
side," she added; and he agreed again.
" And lined with glistening hairs,"
she called after him ; and he agreed
once more.
When, however, he told his mother,
the old lady was discouraging. " They 're
not out yet," she said, "fox-gloves
aren't."
His mother was a widow. An un-
fortunate meeting with the local pack
had deprived her for ever of her beloved
chicken - winner. She had however
brought up, with much pluck and
resource, her family unaided.
" You '11 never get them by the 15th,"
•he added, " that 's a fortnight too early."
"But I must," replied her son, with
the impetuosity and determination of
youth.
" You'll never," said his mother.
Undismayed he set forth and searched
the countryside for fox-gloves. He
found many plants in various early
of growth, but none even
approaching the right condition for
exhibiting thsir stock-in-trade.
"What did I tell you?" said his
mother, and the day drew nearer.
He extended his travels, but in, vain,
until one morning, at about a quarter
to live, when he ought to have been at
home again, he came upon a stalk
which actually had buds on it. Care-
fully marking the spot he rushed back
with the news.
" But how can blossoms be ready in
four days ? " he asked his mother.
" Intensive culture," said the old
lad. " There 's nothing but that."
I don't know what you mean,"
said her son.
" Of course not ; you 're only a child.
It means you must supply heat and
nourishment. You must curl your
warm body round that stalk every
nrening as soon as the sun sets and lie
there without moving till the sun 's up,
and you must water the roots with
your tears. On no account must you
move or uar>."
Voice (from above). " WILD DUCK, ONE."
CJie/(itiJtoh(isJiadaboboiiforaplacc). "Yics; BUT WHAT'S SECOND AND THIRD?"
" Really ? " he asked nervously.
" If ^ou truly love," said his mother.
"I wonder," he thought; but after
paying another visit to Sweet Auburn
he knew that he did, and he promised
her the gloves for a certainty.
Late on the evening of the loth,
when Sweet Auburn had almost given
him up, he staggered into her abode,
wan and weary, and laid a pair of
superb gloves at her feet. They were
a beautiful purple lined with glistening
hairs and they had white and purple
spots inside.
" Many happy returns'," he said.
"They're absolutely the first of the
season. You'll be able to set the
fashion."
"Best of boys!" she replied, em-
bracing him, and named the happy day.
OH, OH! DAPHNE!
YES, she is fair ; the rose that burned
In EVE'S bright garden flames anew
In Daphne's cheek, nor ever earned
A form by sculptor's cunning turned
Such praise as is her due.
Look in her eyes ; clear pools are they
Where innocence and wonder meet,
As if she marvelled to survey
A world that spreads by day and day
Fresh gladness at her feet.
'Yet trust her not, for yestere'en,
With careless or with shameless
• hand,
; When bunkered near the second green,
She grounded (as she thought, unseen)
Her niblick in the sand.
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PUNCH, OR THE LONDON CHARIVARI.
[JUNE 4, 1913.
AT THE PLAY.
1 THE PERFECT GENTLEMAN " AND
" ARIADNK IN NAXOS."
THE distinguished actor-impresario
who controls the
Majesty's Theatre
destinies of
would have
His
had
moreof all our compliments for thinking
of bringing over to us Le Bourgeois
Gmtilhofome—The Perfect Gentleman,
as Mr. MAUGHAM elects to translate it — -
if he hadn't so freely mislaid the good
man on the way. Sir HEKBERT TKEE'S
passion for buffooning tended to obscure
the original (and his own talent) and
thereby set the whole comedy, or, rather,
the selected part of it, in a false key.
For the Jourdain I remember,
snobbish, ignorant, credulous
certainly, is altogether a simpler
and pleasanter fellow, is not sure
enough of himself to be anything
like so boisterously vulgar, yet
remains every bit as funny. Sir
HERBERT was often nearer to
Sir Gorgius Midas than to
Jourdain. There were many
outrageous gags and a general
clamour and restlessness of
movement. Sedulous of
" action " in this crude sense,
Sir HERBERT is unmindful of
the equal and opposite reaction
— on his audience or a silent
part of it. Where a gesture or
an intonation might serve, a gag
is brought forth or an acrobat 'c
contortion executed with almost
mournful thoroughness. Most
surely improvisation in the idiom
and atmosphere of another age
is too hazardous a game to be
worth the scandal of betraying
one's author. But the veteran
actor takes a genuine pleasure
in these exercises, and surely
no one of the audience could
have enjoyed the jocund rout so
thoroughly. Ariadne.. ..
Mr. PHILIP MKRIVALE as Dorante in ' astonishing
musicians rave, and surely could have
carried their point by explaining that
titled people do not have it so. How-
ever they conveniently forget this old
trump card, so we find poor Ariadne
(Fraulein EVA VON DER OSTEN) on
her desert Naxos anything but lonely
by reason of the intrusive sympathies
of Zerbinetta and of Harlequin, Scara-
muccio, Truffaldino, and Briglie.Ua, her
four lovers. Tactfully disregarding their
existence she sings (divinely) with in-
terruptions, till Bacchus, who had, I
think, from his towels, been bathing in
the neighbourhood, arrives in his canoe
and consoles her. The really spirited
piece of acting of the evening was the
generally unresponsive fowls perched
on branches R. and L. to wake to life
and begin to bow ; nicer still of one of
them to strike work and to need coaxing
back to life by an attendant. These
things help the guileless convention of
Opera. And I had some fun out of
wondering whether Bacchus (Herr
MARAK) or Ariadne would be the first
to get a flickering piece of golden snow
w-ell in the mouth in the middle of a
top note. 6.
LOVE IN A HEAT WAVE.
(The Bard to his Betrothed.)
O PHYLLIS, let your attitude
For once be tolerant and kind ;
Allow a little latitude,
Permit your man to change
his mind.
When I and things were other-
wise,
I took you, did I not, to task ?
" That you should love me
brotherwise
Ts not," I told you, " what
I ask.
" Don't hold yourself so rigidly
When I, in turn, would be
caressed ;
Don't look at things so frigidly,
But let us have a little /e.4.'
" Although my love is willing, it
Requires a modicum of heat;
You can't preserve, by chilling,
it,
As if the thing were foreign
meat !
" Desert your bleak and barren
height
Of pride and dignity; aspire
his brave blue suit, and Miss NEILSON-
TERRY in her gay brocade, made a very
pleasant, pretty and appropriate pair.
Mr. ROY BYFORD pulled his lesson of
the Master of Philosophy out of the
general racket into some sort of reason-
able shape, while the tailors' pas do
quatre was entirely satisfactory. Herr
RICHARD STRAUSS'S brilliant incidental
music nourished high expectations of
his Ariadne in Naxos (to Hen- VON
HOFJIANNSTHAL'S libretto), which was
to take the place of the original
" ballets " and " Turkish ceremonies."
It is built on a pleasantly fantastical
idea. Jourdain, who provides the
opera for his aristocratic friends, orders
that harlequinade and opera shall pro-
ceed together to save time. The
AN ANGLO-GERMAN ENTENTE.
Voice of Moliere (in the icings, heard ditrinj performance of rn -,* Hpmwa nf
the, MAUOHAM-STRAVSS-HOFMANNSTHAL combination at His ±o^ ".„"
Majesty's). " I hope I don't intrude." O;'' briefly, show a little fire.
I do not seek to vindicate,
But rather pray to have forgot
That view I dared to indicate
In winter — when it wasn't hot.
So far, my Love, from cherishing
A more than foolish bard's advice,
Keep cool, nay cold, nay perishing !
Oh, be a very berg of ice !
account given, in gor-
geously embroidered song, of ber love
affairs by Zerbinetta ^Mlle. BOSETTI).
The tuneful buffooneries of her com-
panions diverted me very much. Of
the higher mysteries of the music I
hare not the right to speak, but it
delighted me throughout. The com-
poser seemed to throw down, as it
were, amid his not always intelligible
complexities, challenging passages of
limpid, exquisite melody (such as the
trio of Naiad, Dryad and Echo greeting
young Bacchus) much in the spirit of
TURNER pointing to his iridescent fish
with " They say TURNER can't colour ! "
Most sweet and mellow was Fraulein
HOFFJIAN-ONEGLN'S alto in this and
other beautiful passages. It was
charming of the two faithful but
"A — W — ., the murderer, has been sentenced
to death by elocution in New York."
Polynesian Gazette.
Ill spite of all the efforts of the
missionaries, the Polynesian mind htill
dwells lovingly on the idea of death by
slow torture.
"New-hid eggs, direct from vicarage {owl-,."
Advt. in " Ghunh Tiincx."
How superior they must bo to the
ordinary "lay " egg.
JUNK 4, 1913.]
PUNCH, OR THE LONDON CHARIVARI.
449
THE NEW INDUSTRY.
EXPERT BOMB-I-ICEEES AT WOUK IK THE EABLY nouns OF THE HOMING.
THE SUPERIOR DRAMATIST.
THERE is a dream, a wild delicious dream,
A dream that ever soothes me when depressed,
Starts me afresh, and pours the kindly cream
Of healing on my lacerated breast ;
A hopo, half-disillusioned as I am,
That sticks to me like jam.
I will expound. In me you may behold
A Great Unacted. Plays of every sort
I have put out, but managers — a cold
And shallow folk — deny their due support.
Indeed, they send me back my every play
With " Thank you, not to-day."
I am too good for them. My subtle charm
Little appeals to men of their gross earth.
My intellect repels them in alarm ;
How should they understand ? Their ribald mirth
Is awed to silence by my silver wit ;
They cannot tackle it.
But I go on, unchecked, towards the goal,
Having, I say, a dream that serves to heal
Their blows on my unconquerable soul.
I know I am superior ; I feel,
Genius will out ; true merit, such as mine,
Is bound, at last, to shine.
A day will come, ha, ha ! — to use their own
Vile jargon — when, with one fell swoop, Success
Will fold me, and accept me for her own ;
When the whole London and provincial Press
Will raise me up, and thronging herds delight
To cram the house each night.
And when these paltry managerial worms
Come round me, fawning (as they ever do),
Seeking a boon, a play on any terms ;
While I, on that one work or, may be, two,
Sit softly and grow rich beyond — oh, bliss ! —
The dreams of avarice ;
Then calmly I shall deal to each of them
A play apiece ; and, when they hug the prize,
Mouthing their parts, as gloats on some rare gem
The " fence " with lust of profit in his eyes,
I from my greater height shall look them o'er,
And frame this classic score : —
There was a time when it was mine to beg,
And these, which you refused, were going cheap ;
But, now the boot is on the other leg,
You shall not have them, howsoever you weep;
It is my humour that, for future days,
No one shall act my plays. DuM-DuM.
"Lord Leith of Fyvio's fine steam yacht 'Miranda' arrived at
Dartmouth last evening.
"Lord Leith of Fyvie's fino steam yacht 'Miranda' arrived at
Dartmouth last evening." — Devon Evening .Express.
These twin statements occur in a column headed " Dart-
mouth Echoes," and rightly, for No. 2 is one of the best
echoes we have heard.
450
PUNCH, OR THE LONDON CHARIVARI.
[JUNE 4, 1913.
CELEBRATED TRIALS.
III.— REX v. BASKEKVILLB.
THE prisoner in this case was Henry Satterthwaite
Baskerville Bones Basket-vine, who was charged with
having (1) expressed his disgust at the Bunny Hug;
(2) written a letter denouncing the Turkey Trot and the
Tango ; (3) displayed a complete ignorance of the Boston ;
(4) with having, contrary to the statute, endeavoured to
dance a wait/, and a polka; (5) with being a suspected
person found loitering with intent to commit a quadrille.
The Court was crowded with debutantes, chaperons,
duchesses, marchionesses, ticket-holders for subscription
dances, men about town, and young dancers of both sexes
from the suburban districts. Mr. Mazy, K.C., and Mr.
Lighto appeared for the Crown. Prisoner was defended by
Mr. Hobnail, K.C., and Mr. Triptrain ; while Mr. Z weipfennig
held a watching brief for the dancing editor of The Times.
At the opening of the court Mr. Justice Onestep made an
earnest appeal to the public to restrain the expression of
their feelings during the course of the proceedings. No
doubt the prisoner was charged with the commission of
very heinous offences, but it was a salutary principle of
English law, thereby differentiating it favourably from the
law—if, indeed, he might so term it— of foreign countries,
that every man must be presumed to be innocent until he
was proved to be guilty. He begged the jury to concentrate
their minds on the evidence and to forget anything they might
have heard or read which could in any degree prejudice
them against the prisoner. He thought it right to make
this preliminary appeal because he knew that the case had
excited profound interest amongst all classes.
It appeared from the opening statement of Mr. Mazy
that the prisoner was a member of an ancient and most
respectable family settled in the Midlands. He had been
educated without any special discredit at Eton, and had
thence proceeded to Christ Church, Oxford. His studies at
this seat of learning had, however, been curtailed owing to
an incident which affected one of the authorities. A tutor's
oak, had, in fact, been painted over with a bright vermilion
colour, and the prisoner, having failed to explain his
possession of a paint-pot and brush, was rusticated, or, in
other words, expelled from his college. He had then
removed to London, and for a year or two had taken part in
the pleasures of the town. It would be proved that he had
frequented balls and had very often danced waltzes. He
(the learned counsel) did not say this with the intention of
bearing hardly on the prisoner. The jury would remember
that in the days of which he spoke such dances were still
permissible, there being, strangely enough, no legislative
enactment to prevent them.
His Lordship. Autres temps autres mceurs, Mr. Mazy.
Mr. Mazy, K.C. No doubt, my Lord, that would be so.
The learned counsel, continuing, said that he himself,
and, if he might presume to say so, his Lordship also,
looked hack with horror upon a misspent youth. Their
eyes, however, were now open, and they realised their fault,
though that fault was due to ignorance. At that time, in
short, nobody in England had heard of the new dances,
and no blame could attach to those who danced the old
ones.
His Lordship. It was customary at one period to burn
witches.
A member of the public. And a good job, too.
His Lordship. Remove that man.
The man having been duly removed, Mr. Mazy proceeded
to say that at the age of twenty-two the prisoner had left
England for Africa, where he had remained for eighteen
years. He had been heard of in places as widely separated
from one another as Nigeria, Basutoland and Uganda.
Last year he had suddenly come home and had renewed
his intimacy with some of his old friends. One of these,
Lady Richard Kagg-Tempest, happened to be issuing in-
vitations to a dance, and sent the prisoner a card, lie
came, but after the first dance he expressed himself to his
hostess in violent terms of condemnation with reference to
what he had seen. Failing, naturally enough, to obtain
any satisfaction from her ladyship, he shortly afterwards
left the house. On the following morning he was arrested,
after a violent struggle, in which two dancing masters were
seriously injured.
His Lordship. How do you propose to prove the animus
saltandi ? We know that bcne or male does not matter,
but the animus is essential.
Mr. Mazy. In his letter of acceptance the prisoner staled
that he was eagerly looking forward to the party and
intended to dance every dance. That letter is in court and
will be produced.
The first witness was Lady Richard Ragg-Tempest. Her
ladyship gave her evidence with great reluctance. She
deposed that after the first dance, which was a Boston
varied by Bunny-Hugs, Turkey Trots and Tangoes, the
prisoner came up to her and said these things were an out-
rage and wouldn't be tolerated in Uganda. He also said
he had tried to waltz and polk to the ridiculous tune, but
had failed, mainly owing to the unwillingness of his
partner.
His Lordship. She deserves the thanks of the coin-
munity.
Witness, continuing, said she reasoned with the prisoner,
having known him in his younger days, but found it useless.
Mr. Hobnail, K.C. (in cross-examination). Was he serious?
The Witness. He was so serious that I thought he must
be joking.
After several other witnesses had been examined, Mr.
Hobnail, who announced his intent'on of calling no evi-
dence, made an eloquent speech in defence, and his Lord-
ship summed up at great length. The jury were away for
half-an-hour. When they returned the foreman said their
verdict was " Not guilty," with a rider strongly recom-
mending the prisoner to mercy. Before the Judge could
stop him he said this was a compromise agreed to by all of
them.
His Lordship (to the prisoner). You have been lucky in
having a middle-aged and merciful jury. Let this be a
warning to you. You are discharged.
CHIVALRY.
IT was not caution, Captain, it was not
Fear that the swiftly flying ball might sting ;
The trifling detail that the drive was hot
Was not enough to make me drop the thing ;
Nor was it lack of skill, for understand
That skill and I go ever hand in hand.
No, I recalled a day of wondrous bliss
Last June, when double figures graced my name,
And how this batsman whom I chanced to miss
Dropped me (when nothing) in that glorious game.
My sense of gratitude is always nice ;
A " life " demands a " life." I paid the price.
The Pursuit.
" One of the best testimonials to the training which the young ladies
received was contained in the report of the London University ins] n rt or,
who proclaimed to the world that over half of those who hud left
the school had found husband?, so eagerly were they sou-lit alter."
Daily Graphic.
The inspector will explain what he meant next week.
JUNE 4, 1913.]
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451
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" PLEASE, TEACHER, MOTHER BAYS CAN ALBERT DAVID BIT BY 'ISSELF THIS MORMN', 'cos 'E 's GOT A TOUCH o' THE MEASLES?"
OUR BOOKING-OFFICE.
(By Mr. Punch's Staff of Learned Clerks.)
I CONFESS to a prejudice, based upon painful experience,
against transatlantic fiction. I admit this the more readily
because I am about to prove that, confronted with work of
real and outstanding merit, it becomes a thing of naught.
Unfortunately such occasions are rare. The more honour
then to Virginia (HEINEMANN), before whose compelling
charm I have had the pleasure of unconditional surrender.
Miss ELLEN GLASGOW has not so much written a story —
though this also — as created a single character, complete
in absolutely human form. Virginia herself, as girl, wife
and mother, one seems to have known as a personal friend ;
to have admired her youthful beauty, and seen it change
and develop into the matured charm of the woman. Other
women, or I am mistaken, will specially appreciate her.
The history of her life I do not propose to tell you, beyond
sa\ ing that it is one in which emotion plays the part of
incident. Nothing in the remotest degree sensational ever
happens to her. Quite early in the book she marries the
lover of her choice, Oliver, the romantic young playwright
whose mission in life is to regenerate the American drama,
a mission in which his wife vaguely and quite uncompre-
hendingly believes. Then children como, and (when Oliver
has cynically abandoned his dreams) prosperity ; and one
day Vir/jinia finds that, in thinking more of her nursery
than her husband, she has lost him. But she has still her
son. That is practically all that happens ; yet the human
tenderness of its telling is beyond praise. Throughout I
was haunted by a wish that Virginia could have been drawn
for us by Du MAURIEB, who could have done her justice.
If American novels are going to display such quality as this,
their historical definition as " dry goods " will become
meaningless.
You get quite a fine impression of an amazingly vital
personality, " a great-hearted, simple, lovable and fiery
soul," in Mr. AKTHUR COMPTON-RICKETT'S William Morris,
which Mr. HERBERT JENKINS publishes in a pleasant
volume. It presents a view taken from outside the charmed
and privileged circle of MORRIS'S old acquaintance and is
therefore not without a new interest. If you have to pass
through a little veil made of the parenthetic diversions of the
literary gentleman marshalling his knowledge and com-
parisons, you '11 find there are intimate, even trivial, records
of fact, which help to build up the composite portrait of
this poet, painter ; dyer, dreamer ; printer, weaver ; revolu-
tionary, tradesman, friend, which his admirers will have no
difficulty in accepting. Never, surely, was man so dowered
with divers gifts without any touch of charlatanry or
amateurishness. The author is at some pains to trace
the influences that worked on MORRIS, and the compiled
synopsis of events, literary and political, in parallel with
the stages of his subject's life, is interesting and valuable.
"Less the artist than the artist-citizen," is happily said in
reference to the genuine altruism which illuminated MORRIS
and which is so rarely a characteristic of the artist. He
was indeed a big man, not wrapped up in his own bright
visions of beauty, but infinitely anxious to share them with
the many ; a splendid democrat of an uncommon type,
whose influence still happily works as a leaven amongst us.
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PUNCH, OR THE LONDON CHARIVARI.
[JUNE 4, 1913.
And we don't readily tire of hearing about him. But I wish
tliat the fastidiousness which made Mr. CoMrTON-BiCKETT
write "tenour" had saved him from the deadly "pheno-
menal," and " phenomenally."
Miss HAMILTON has in Mrs. Brett (STANLEY PAUL) a
subject of a most difficult delicacy, and, although her tale is
interesting and human from the first page to the last, I do
not think that she has slain her dragon ; but I like the
directness and simplicity of her treatment. Her four
characters, Mr. Brett, Mrs. Brett, Judith Brett a.n&_ Peter
Dampicr have that free, spontaneous movement that proves
them to be something more than the puppets of a novelist's
toy theatre, and I am especially grateful to her for not
insisting too stridently on her Indian background. Occa-
sionally someone will say, "Syce! Tattoo lao!" and of
course polo and punkahs decorate the scene ; but there is
a fine reticence in her sharp and disciplined method. She
I gives us a picture of two women, mother and daughter, and
' finds her situations in the attempt on the part of the mother
to keep the daughter
from a catastrophe that
had once ' broken her
own life into pieces.
Judy Brett is a clever
study, but it lacks that
final touch that would
have set her completely
before the reader. I
I waited eagerly for the
scene that would lift
1 the whole episode into
sharp, poignant drama,
and that scene never
came. Miss HAMILTON
intended to make her
drama out of the
reader's discovery of
passion in the patient
figure of Mrs. Brett, but
at the last her power
failed her. The situa-
tion of the young man
who, having been badly treated by the daughter, finds, to
his own surprise, that he loves the mother, once defeated
THACKERAY, and has now proved too difficult for Miss
HAMILTON. Nevertheless, Mrs. Brett is a book that deserves
success for its humanity, its humour and its restraint.
Though so much has been written and read upon the
same theme, I am glad to welcome The Life and Letters of
Jane Austen (SMITH ELDER) as another contribution to our
knowledge of one of the most attractive figures in literature.
Naturally Messrs. W. and E. A. AUSTEN-LEIGH'S book is
one impossible of criticism in a paragraph. One can but
say that it is a good book, preserving much of the quiet
charm of its heroine — and leave the matter there. Largely,
of course, it is based upon the well-known Memoir (by the
father and grandfather of the present writers) ; but there is
also much new matter. The sub-title of the volume is
" A Family Record," a note that is emphasised to the point
of unconscious humour by the Preface, in which the
authors acknowledge, with a quaint air of proprietorship,
the public interest in their famous relative. For the matter
of the contents, quotation is the only comment. I must
however content myself with only one brief extract from
a letter written by JANE to her sister CASSANDRA in 1813 : —
" Upon Mrs. D.'s mentioning that she had sent the Rejected
Addresses to Mr. H., I began talking to her a little about
Guard (as train starts). "Now THEN, EOMKO, 'UHRY DP
them, and expressed my hope of their having amused her.
Her answer was, ' Oh dear, yes, very much, very droll
indeed — the opening of the House and the striking up of
the fiddles ! ' What she meant, poor woman, who shall
say? I sought no farther. The P.'s have now got the
book, and like it very much ; their niece Eleanor has
recommended it most warmly to them — she looks like a
rejected addresser." Surely this strikes a human note, to
which no one who has ever spoken of a favourite book in
unworthy company can fail to respond.
The Reverend Albert Thompson, in Pity the Poor Blind
(CONSTABLE), was " the son of a musician who had married
beneath him or, more strictly, of a piano-tuner who had
become wedded to an actress." He took to the Church in
London as a means of self-advancement, and relied less on
any deep-seated belief than on his inherited gifts of a rich
deep voice and dramatic gesture. Berenice Chote was the
daughter, of a loose and lively house in a village oh the
Dorset coast, as far apart in every way from the parson as one
mortal could possibly
oe from another. Only
Providence or an un-
usually gifted author
could hope plausibly to
hring the twain
together, so that their
lives might become
inter - dependent and
their progress might
react upon each other.
The affair could not
have been in better
hands than those of
Mr. H. H. BASHFORD,
whom I do not hesitate
to describe as a master
novelist, born for the
job and clearly in-
spired. Ho has infinite
humour and no pre-
judices; his characters
are unmistakably alive
and his sense of atmosphere is such that one feels and
resents the change -of air when the history takes one, for
a time, from Kilridge to town. As for the story, any
attempt to epitomize it here would be as futile and mis-
guided as the process of compressing one's whole existence
(and that of many other people) into a three-line-to-a-day
diary. It is a slice of variegated and vivacious life, leading
to ends you might not expect but must eventually accspt ;
moreover it is a worthy successor of the author's earlier
work, A Corner of Harley Street, published a year or so ago
but by no means yet forgotten.
"Fish (2) for Sale, one £75, one £50," runs an advertise-
ment in The Daily Chronicle. The clanger of this form of
abbreviation is that an ignorant person forwarding the cash
may find himself in possession of a couple of fishmongers'
businesses instead of the material for a simple breakfast.
" Mr. M'Kenna was accompanied by throe Scotland Yard detectives,
who accompanied him to Penrhos, Lord Sheffield's Anglesey seat,
where he will stay unlit after to-night's Disestablishment meeting."
Liverpool Daily Post.
We welcome this official pronouncement (if such it is) from
the W.S.P.U., and rejoice that the HOME SECRETARY is safe
from personal arson.
Jl'NK 11. 1913.]
PUNCH, OR THE LONDON CHARIVARI.
403
CHARIVARIA.
IT is some timo since relations he-
twoen our country and Gecmany have
boon as friendly as at the present
moment. It is appreciated in Germany
that the KAISKR'H kindness in rele&siog
the British officers has been most
handsomely acknowledged by the action
of the Canadian Senate in rejecting the
BORDKN Navy Bill.
A Bill to give Home Rule
£500,000 to Scotland passed its
second reading in the House of
Commons last week. It is said,
with what amount of truth we do
not know, that Scotland might
bo willing to compromise by
dropping that part of the
measure which relates to the
grant of Home Rule.
*., *
The Ulster army that is drilled
and ready to resist Home Ride
numbers, wo are told, a quarter
of a million trained men. It is
now rumoured that the Govern-
ment is about to offer these
volunteers what they want if
they will save the Territorials
by joining their ranks.
*___*
There is a growing feeling
among Sir J. M. BABBIE'S fellow
Baronets that this popular
author should now, out of respect
for the dignity of his rank, cease
to associate himself with the
literary profession.
jfc :';
Tho fact that two SMITHS
figured in the recent Honours
List, but not a single JONES, has,
we hear, strained tho loyalty of
a considerable portion of His
Majesty's subjects almost to
breaking point.
With reference to the vacant
Laureateship it is said that
several secretaries to Cabinet
Ministers are now taking lessons
verse-making. ^ „.
and j
It is said that Mr. JAMES WF.LCH
contemplates engaging the Ysaye
orchestra for the farce at the Criterion.
:;: :;:
M. Ai-drsTK RODIN has been offered
by tho Office of Works three sites for
his bronze statuary group, " The
Burghers of Calais," but it is anticipated
that he will only choose one of them.
Upon the retirement of Sir MELVILLE
MACNAOHTEN, Chief of the Criminal
Investigation Department of Scotland
THE DARE-DEVIL.
" COME ox HOME, GILBERT. IT 's six O'CLOCK."
"WELL, I DON'T CADE IP rr 's A QUARTER-PAST. "
in ' Yard, the members of the detective
force presented him with a massive
giving wedding presents will bo discon-
tinued in their little island. In an ac-
count of a local marriage ceremony wo
read that the bridegroom " was the
recipient of a large number of valuable
and other presents."
* *
And one cannot help feeling rather
sorry for the gentleman who, having an
almost new motor-car to sell, decided
to advertise it in a Cingalese sale cata-
logue. After a glowing account of its
many virtues comes the refreshingly
— frank confession, " Only drives
a few miles. "^ ^
*
On an hotel signboard at
Uccle, Belgium, motor-cars are
advertised for hire under the de-
signation, " Snelpaardelooszon-
derspoorwegpetroolrytingen."
The Belgian Post Office dis-
courages the habit of ordering
these things by telegram.
It is rumoured that the
Government is on the point of
coming to a working arrange-
ment with the Hunger Strikers,
they agreeing to take their food
if they are allowed their week-
ends out of prison.
#
An ostrich which escaped
from a travelling circus at
Wigton last week was only cap-
tured after an exciting hunt
through the streets. Many
horses were frightened by the
bird, but the motor-cars without
exception behaved admirably.
# $
&
A striking example of the
danger of a radical change in
one's habits reaches us, through
The Express, from Lodz, in
Poland. Wo regret to hear
that MAUBICE KBUK, a shop-
keeper of that town, died on
the day after his retirement
from active business at tho age
of 120.
According to another rumour the
economists are about to win the day,
«.l il._ T _. !._ *11 • f t 1 . > -I
silver cup. The criminal classes also
feel grateful to Sir MELVILLE for re-
tiring, and there is a movement on foot
and the Laureate will in future be paid among our loading burglars in favour
by piece-work — at the rate of two of allowing him to retain the massive
guineas and a glass of wino per poem. I silver cup. * *
*...* *
Sir HERBEBT TREE announces that i Glass buttons, we are told, are being
his autumn production will be a Biblical used for summer frocks. Is this, we
wonder, the first
play entitled Joseph and his Brethren.
Humble playgoers will bo pleased to
hear this, for it goes without saying that
for this production the Pit wiUbe there
all right, although it disappeared for a
dresses ?
nervous.
step towards glass
Frankly, we are getting
* *
*
Ceylon newspaper men must really
timo during tho run of Ariadne in Naxos. 'be careful or the pleasant custom of
* *
* .
. The remains of another woman who
is supposed to have lived in the Neo-
lithic period have been discovered at
Peterborough. Feminists are delighted,
as this tends to show what an old-
established sex theirs is.
"Tin best timo of tho year to como here
[Winnipeg] is tho spring, and any girl not
having friends in tho city would do well to
stay at tho Y.M.C.A." — Overseas Daily Mail.
We are surprised.
"'Pixrvo,' the Latin for peacock, a som»-
what curious nom de plume for a sporting
writer." — Fry's Magazine.
Curiouser still for a peacock.
VOL. c:-:r.i7.
D a
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PUNCH, OR THE LONDON CHARIVARI.
[.JUNE 11, 1913.
THE SITTING BARD.
[Lines addressed to one of the officials who charge you a copper
for your chair in St. James's Park.]
FELLOW, you have no flair for art, I fear,
Who thus confound me with the idle Many—
The loafer pensive o'er his betting rag,
The messenger (express) with reeking fag,
The nursemaid sighing for her bombardier-
All charged the same pew-rate, a common penny.
I am an artist ; I am not as these ;
He does me horrid despite who confuses
My taste with theirs who come this way to chuck
Light provender to some exotic duck,
Whereas I sit beneath these secular trees
In close collaboration with the Muses.
To me St. James's Park is holy ground ;
In fancy I regard these glades as Helicon's ;
This lake (although an artificial pond)
To Hippocrene should roughly correspond ;
Others, not I, shall make its shores resound,
Bandying chaff with yonder jaunty pelicans.
All this escaped you, lacking minstrel lore.
'Tis so with poets : men are blind and miss us ;
You did not mark my eye's exultant mood,
The inflated chest, the listening attitude,
Nor, bent above the mere, the look I wore
When lost in self-reflection — like Narcissus.
Else you could scarce have charged me for my seat;
I must have earned an honorary session ;
For how could I have strained your solid chair,
I that am all pure spirit, fine as air,
And sit as light as when with winged feet
Mercury settles, leaving no impression ?
Well, take your paltry penny, trivial dun !
And bid your chair-contractors freely wallow
In luxury, therewith ; but, when you find
Another in this hallowed seat reclined,
Squeeze him for tuppence, saying, " Here sat one
On June the fifth and parleyed ivith Apollo."
O. S.
LES AFFAIRES SONT LES AFFAIRES.
I HAVE met a business man — one whom the French call
an homme d'affaires — One who is careful before laying out
his money.
I was waiting for my train near the book-stall when a
staccato voice attracted my attention. The owner of the
voice was in appearance slightly exotic, but he spoke perfect
English.
" I want a newspaper," he said.
" Yessir," said the young man behind the counter.
" Which one ? "
" Well, what have you got? "
The young man quickly ran through a list of them.
" Not so fast, young man, not so fast 1 Say them again
more distinctly."
The young man obeyed somewhat ungraciously.
" That 's better. And now what are their prices ? "
" They vary from twopence to a halfpenny."
" Twopence seems a lot ; why, I could get four halfpenny
papers for that."
The young man did the calculation in his head, and said
" That is so, Sir."
"Well, let me lock at all of them."
" Pardon me, Sir, but that is not usual."
"What?" cried the customer. "You expect me to
purchase goods without examining them — to buy a pig in
i poke? I "vo never heard anything so preposterous in my
ife. I shall tell your firm. They ought to know the way
you conduct their business. I am acquainted with one of
your directors."
Personally I did not believe this last statement. In my
opinion it was merely bluff. However the young man
credited it. He told a boy to take a copy of each of the
papers and to lay them out on the table in the waiting-
•oom. The customer, mollified, did not move yet.
" Tell me," he said — " you are an expert. Which paper
do you recommend ? "
" Well, Sir," said the young man, " it depends on your
politics."
" Haven't any. And do they keep to the same politics
ivery day ? "
" Many of them, Sir."
" And which contains the most words ? "
" Well, The Times and The Telegraph, I should say."
" How many words are there in The Times'? "
" Couldn't say, Sir."
" Couldn't say ! Couldn't say ! I should hope this is the
only business in which a man knows nothing of the goods
be deals in. Do, please, give me your attention."
" Sorry, Sir, but that was an old customer I had to serve."
"It's more important for you to get a new one. The
old one will remain a customer from force of habit. Can
you tell me this ? If I were to get the four halfpenny papers
instead of the one twopenny one, which would fetch the
more as waste paper afterwards ? "
" Can't say I have ever considered that, Sir."
" Good heavens ! Talk of efficiency ! And what about
the news? Which contains the best news? I am especially
interested in news from Scotland, Greece, the United States
and the Holy Land."
This was interesting, as it confirmed my theory as to the
mixture of blood in him. j -
" Well, Sir, you'll see them all in the waiting-room."
" That, anyhow, is a businesslike answer," said the auto-
crat, and he went and, had a'look at them.
He spent quite half-an-hour there. It was wasting my
time horribly, but I resolved to see the thing through.
The man interested me. When he had extracted the honey
from all of the papers, he emerged with The Times in one
hand and a halfpenny paper in the other.
" Look here," he said, " I like this Times, but I have
discovered a misprint in it. In the circumstances, shall we
say a penny for- it ? •'•'
" Sorry, Sir, but that would be against orders."
" Very well, then — it 's your affair — I shall only be laying,
out a halfpenny with you. This paper is a halfpenny, isn't,
it?" -
" Yessir."
"Ah, but stay a moment. Supposing I pay cash for it?.
Surely I don't have to pay as much as the man who only
pays once a quarter. If I pay cash you have my money to
play about with at once."
"Very sorry, Sir, but I cannot take less than a half-
penny."
" Oh, very well, then, we won't argue about that, but I
wish you could find me a copy with a better impression of
this print of 'England's Most Beautiful Actress.' I'm
interested to see what her face is like."
Just then a train camp up, and he said, " Well, never
mind that — only if my wife does not like the paper I shall
expect you to exchange it for another to-morrow," and he
flung down his halfpenny and was gone.
PUNCH, OR THE LONDON CHARIVARI.— JUNE 11, 1913.
CHINA T. KOOSEVELT;
OE, THE NEW CONFUCIUS.
It is rumoured that ex-President ROOSEVELT, whose passionate distaste for alcoholic drinks was recently established iu the courts
eon offered the post of Adviser-m-Chief to the Chinese Republic.]
11, 1913.]
PUNCH, OR THE LONDON CIIAUIVAlir.
457
"I AM AFRAID, MADAM, WE HAVE SHOWS YOU ALL OUR STOCK; BUT WE COULD PBOCCBE MOEE FBOM OCB FACTOBY."
" WELL, PERHAPS von 'D BETTEB. Yoo BEB, I WANT BOMETHINO OF A NEATEB PATTERS ASD QUITE SMALL— JCST A.
•QCAKB FOB MY BIKD-CAQE."
THE GEEAT TUBE.
THE question of tho Channel Tunnel
is again bacoming acute. Mr. Punch,
following tho enterprising lead of The
Daily Graphic, has made a number of
enquiries of public personages as to the
pros and cons of this scheme.
Tho answers are subjoined : —
Col. SEELY: I am in favour of the
Tunnel, both in peaca and in war. In
peace it offers a rapid means of transit
from England to France and Franco to
England, without the discomforts of
sou-sickness; in war — but the idea of
war is not to be thought of. Impossible!
CRAGANOUR : It will bo sura to need
competent boring. Can I be of any
use?
Sir HERBERT BEERBOJIM TREE : I can
think of no bond more likely to cement
the Anglo-French entente — next, of
course, to a magnificent English render-
ing of some play by MOLIERE.
Sir THOMAS LIPTON : I disapprove of
tho Tunnel. Anything that substitutes
land for water is obnoxious to me.
However, if you must have it, may the
lost tube win !
Mr. C. GBAHAME-WHITE : To tunnol
is Co retrogress. Let there be a con-
stant supply of flying machines at
Dover and Calais continually making
ohe passage in a few seconds. My
friends among aviators are so con-
vinced of tho superiority of this means
that they express their willingness
themselves to convey all the pretty
actresses from England to France or
France to England.
Sir EDWIN BURNING - LAWRENCE,
Bart. : I cannot begin to focus my
intelligence on the scheme so long as
the starting-point is tho falsely-named
Shakspeare Cliff.
The Eev. W. A. SPOONER, Warden of
New College : Many years ago, after a
rough crossing, I warmed a strong fish
that I might live to see the Tannel
Chunnel. That fish has never waded
from my heart.
Mr. JOHN EEDMOND : Anything that
promotes the Union of Hearts is sure
of my support. But I think that a
boreen " under St. George's Channel
should come first.
Mr. ARNOLD BENNETT : The Channel
Tunnel scheme is a great advenh-re,
but personally I havo no desire to be
buried alive.
Mr. \V. BEACH THOMAS : I hope the
tunnel, if it is ever completed, will be
utilized for the growing of mushrooms,
an industry in which all good agricul-
turists are deeply interested.
Sir HENRY HOWORTH : The notion of
boring the Channel appeals to mo
immensely. I am not without the hope
that the Editor of The Times will give
mo facilities for assisting in this noble
work.
Mr. ALFRED NOYES: Tho late Sir
LEWIS MORRIS is said to have composed
a good deal of " The Epic of Hades "
in the Underground. The Channel
Tunnel may givo us a new DANTE and
a finer " Inferno."
Mr. MAURICE HEWLETT : As the
author of Earthwork out of Tuscany
and The Scooping Lady I am naturally
much interested in all schemes of
excavation.
Mrs. ANNIE SWAN (the Scottish can-
didate for the laureateship) : —
Though leagues of foam-flecked and tempes-
tuous ocean
Part Albion's cliffs from Franco's lovely
shore.
Science and subterranean erosion
Can dodgo the iO-i. My brothers, let us
bjrc.
458
PUNCH, OR THE LONDON CHARIVARI.
[JUNE 11, 1913.
ME. PUNCH IN THE PAST.
[After the custom of several of his con-
temporaries and in the manner of himself.]
III.
[Reproduced from "Punch" of 14G3.]
To Daphne, Chatelaine of Horshiond.
MA MIE, — What do you think has
happened ? Some stuffy old things havo
presented a petition to
Parliament protesting
against the "inordinate
u se of apparell and array
of men and women "
I was furyish at first, till
Lo Mechant explained
that of course "men and
women" only means les
autres, and that all the
best of us are sup-
porting the petitty in
defence of our higher
interests, as Le Meehant
calls it. The people
who started it were
some dreadful burgess
people whoso wives had
been exceeding the limit
in pin money, poor
dears ; but of course it 's
simply splenny for us,
because what it means
is that the "social
barrier" — isn't that a
ducky phrase ? I 'm
using it right and left
—is going to be strictly
enforced. Only those
of us whose "scutcheons
are sans peur et sans
reproche are to bo al-
lowed to wear gold or
sables, and you 'vo got
to bo somebody (in the
correctest sense of the
word) even to be allowed
satin.
And oh, my dearest, it
was only last week that
the d'Argentilhomme
woman came out in a
brand-new cloth-of-gold
walking skirt ! Of course the creature
is doing her best to pretend she isn't
affected by the statute, and has even
gone so far as to make a distaff claim
to a French comte for safety's sake;
but Le Mechant (who has promptly
dubbed the husband Compte d'Argentil-
homme) tells me that there 's no doubt
their pedigree is only on its first legs
and as rikky as can be. So she '11 have
>o come out in fustian. If she wears
;he cloth-of-gold confection she '11 run
the risk of being put in the stocks.
And, my dear, if I was in her place I
do believe 1 'd do it ; for after all, you
know, the stocks would display one's
ankles, supposing one had such a thing ;
and just think of the sensation 1
Shoes are being worn as long as ever,
to the great delight of some people,
whose feet are only too glad to be
allowed to " run to earth," as Zooks
puts it. In fact, between sleeves and
shoes, it 's a question of which shall be
the longer ; and the other night at a
reception I made a couple of utterly
had been horribly hard put to it to fin
a new sensation for their joust-part'
last week, because of course everything
has been done d entrance. Still, the1
did the cleverest thing imaginable
They revived a craze that used to b
tho rage ages and ages ago, and after
all, ma mie, for a real " take " there 's
nothing like a proved succes du tempi
Urchin (after itidulying heavily). " Ow-vf-w, I WISH I 'D SWOLLERED THE
JXPENCE INSTEAD."
and absolutely dreadful faux pas — one
of them was forward over the tips of
my shoes, and the other backward over
the ends of my sleeves ; but it gave me
the most exclusive of ideas, and the
very next night I made a simply tre-
mendous sensation by appearing with
shoes and sleeves in one. There 's just
a point where they taper together, and
I call these the steering ropes, because
if you want to turn round or anything
you just give them a twitch and make
them alter the direction in which your
feet are pointing with the most scream-
ing effect.
Zooks and Petty-Petty told us they
jadis. This one of Zooks and Petty
Petty 's was a reminis-
cence (as Poupee Lady
Godwin incautiously
called it) of the time
when everyone used to
make pilgrimages to the
shrine of ST. THOMAS
A BECKET, but it sim-
ply got overdone and
so they left it off,
Zooks and Petty-Petty
thought of it through
one of their Pom-poms
dying just before we
arrived. Zooks remem-
bered smacking it once
when it was a puppv,
and as soon as every-
thing had been ex-
plained to us ho went
off into the most beau-
tiful paroxysms of re-
morse, chewing straw
and clutching people's
wrists and everything.
So we decided that in
order to console him
there was nothing for
it but to make a pil-
grimage to the poor
hingy - thing's grave.
'. had the most ravish-
ing pilgrimage costume
made on the spot —
a white sheety affair,
nrorn pannier fashion
and looped up with
ducky little scourges.
Tho rest of the effect
was all sandals and
sockle-shells and flow-
ng tressos. Everyone
idmired me and my
costume and my sorrowing frenzies
immensely, but the nicest thing of all
was said by Poupee Lady Godwin.
" I don't think anyone could possibly
look more declievelee," said her lady-
ship ; " or should I say deshabillce ? "
Le Mechant simply shrieked.
Tfiese by the hand of the dillicst of
pages,
BLANCHE.
" Mr. B. E. de Beer, vrho camo over in the
Armadale Castle to be married and who has
been on his honeymoon in Paris, leaves again
to-day for South Africa in the sarno vessel
with his wife." — South Africa.
So far the marriage would seem to be
a success.
Jl'NB 11, 1913.]
PUNCH, OR THE LONDON CHARIVARI.
TO MY DAUGHTER,
WHO TKLLS MK SHE CAN DUKHS HERSELF.
So, dear, have you and Nurso con-
spired
In secret, and all eyes evaded,
Till you can boast yourself attired
Umvatched, uncounselled and un-
aided?
Perfect in button, tape and hook,
You 've learnt the knack, you come
to tell us,
Anil while you turn that \ve may look
1 own I am a little jealous
That she has taught you with success
How to assume your frock and
shed it,
That you have learnt the art to dress
And Abigail's is all the credit.
Yet my -devotion has its will,
Nor can I lightly yield to Nurso all
The praise, for I have prompted still
A spiritual dress rehearsal ;
On your soft hair a helmet placed,
.Fastened your breast-plate like a
bib on,
And tied the Truth about your waist
Where she is proud to tie your
ribbon.
Each has her task, decorous, sweet :
Fair, to surpass your friends, she
made you,
While for your hidden foes' defeat
I in your Pauline arms arrayed you.
For, though you tire of sash and gown
And fold them up for good, there 's
no day
When these, that I have made your
own.
Shall be a burden or demotes.
Yet, though the clasps endure, I know
I '11 wish our handiwork were neater
When at celestial gates you show
The well-worn harness to ST. PETER.
••\VIFK DISAPPEARED IN 191
Jin. SENSUKE SAITO NOW ASKS
roil A DIVORCE."
Tim Japan Times.
Wo think such patience should be re-
warded.
most interesting and ideal spot for
and parties. Netley Abbey Ruins,
Abbey. Founded A.D. 1'239 ; dis-
> \.D. 153G. Under new management."
Bournemouth Daily Echo.
Quito time there was some change.
" To AXGLERS.
Ilow.iiv of the fish named Weaver, a Sting
om it is 1 );xngcrous."
Notice on Brighton Pier.
.Viv/'.)i(A- Angler (to his last captive).
" Pardon me, is your -name Weaver? "
Taxi-Driver (to stout Metropolitan constable). " 'ERK, WHY DOS'I YOU GET A TBARSSFEU?
You 'VE CROWD OUT o1 CITY WORK."
ONCE UPON A TIME.
THE SIGN.
ONCE upon a time there was an inn-
keeper who, strange to say, was unable
to make botli ends meet. Nothing that
he tried was any use : he even placed in
the windows a notice to the effect that
his house was " under entirely new
management," but that too was in
vain. So in despair he consulted a
wise woman.
" It is quite simple," she said, as she
pocketed her fee. " You must change
the name."
" But it has been ' The Golden Lion '
for centimes," he replied.
" You must change the name," she
said. "You must call it ' The Eight
Bells ' ; and you must have a row of
seven bells as the sign." ;
" Seven ? " he said ; " but that 's ab-
surd. What will that do?'/
"Go home and see," said the wise
woman.
So he went home and did as she
told him.
And straightway every wayfarer
who was passing paused to count the
bells, and then hurried into the inn to
point out the mistake, each apparently
believing himself to be the only one
who had noticed it, and all wishing
to refresh themselves for 'their trouble ;
carts and carriages drew up ; motorists
stopped their chauffeurs and, with the
usual enormous difficulty, got them to go
back ; and the joke found its way into
the guide-books.
The result was that the innkeeper
grew as fat as most of his class, lost
his health and made his fortune.
Un Boi en Exil?
The following paragraph is headed : —
"ROYALTY VISITS PANAMA."
"Panama, May 20. — Lord Murray of Eli-
bank, formerly chief whip of the British
Liberal party, left hero yesterday for Guaya-
quil."— Roctcford Register Gazette.
460
PUNCH, OR THE LONDON CHAEIVABL_
[JUNE 11, 1913.
COUNSEL'S OPINION.
MY hostess was one of those women
who are prepared to be ignorant upon
every subject and only too anxious to
be enlightened. When it conies to the
pinch I hope I may marry such a one ;
1 shall have lots to tell her.
" You are a man," she said as we
came to the end of dessert, " of decided
opinions."
" Few of which are reliable," I told
her, "but n.any of them I impart to
simple and trusting clients for pay-
ment."
She asked to be enlightened. ^ When
I air my views to a solicitor," I told
her, "it costs him two pounds four
shillings and sixpence a time. Had
you been other than you are, this
evening's talk would have cost you
upwards of a hundred pounds." I
assured her, however, that I was glad
she was not a solicitor.
"Why?" she asked. "Don't you
like them ? "
I held up pious hands of horror.
" There is no class more adorable and
more worth getting to know ! But," I
added, " the matters over which they
elect to brood are so very dull. Only
this day I have been instructed to con-
centrate my week's thoughts upon the
dismal story of a garnishee."
"And what," she asked, "may a
garnishee be ? "
"That was the very question I
asked myself. To my enquirer I said
aloud ' that my lengthy experience had
taught me how much they needed look-
ing into. I would advise later.' "
She made signs of rising. " You
barristers," she said, " are dreadful
people." She cast her eyes round
the table, then turned to me with
one last unscrupulous smile that
amounted almost to a wink, as she
indicated a slightly bald youth at the
far end of the room. " He is a
solicitor," she whispered, " if that is
any use to you."
"Thank you," said I, " it is."
Had the Bar Council seen* me filling
his port glass for him, its suspicions
would have been instantly aroused.
No man, it would have argued, could
have conceived an affection at first
sight for such an object without an
ulterior motive, and I should have been
accused of brief-hunting. I was, I am
afraid, up to something much worse
than that.
" They tell me," said I with great
deference, " that you are a solicitor."
"I am," he said. " What are you ?"
This was a little sudden. " Between
ourselves," I said, lowering my voice,
" I am a garnishee."
His look was slightly mystified but
otherwise non-committal. " Tell me,"
I said, " is that a dreadful thing to he,
or something rather nice? "
He was one of those fledglings fresh
from the final examination, than whom
not even Lord MOULTON OP BANK
knows more of the written law.
Naturally he told me all about garn-
ishees and naturally ho made it even
duller than it need have been. I was
about to yawn, when it occurred to me
how I might make even more use of
him.
" Let me," I suggested, "tell you my
life story and call your attention to the
sordid and complicated situation in
which I now find myself," and, making
myself the hero of it, I poured into his
willing ear the facts of my case.
" Now," I concluded, " will you give
me your opinion ? It will be of great
value to me."
I purposely said " great " value. I
thought it impolitic to admit the exact
worth at which I hoped to retail it.
He wore rimless pince-nez, which gave
lim a wary look. I attribute his next
remark to a desire to live up to that
.ook rather than to innate lack of
manners. "Do I understand," he
asked, " that you are consulting me
professionally in the matter? "
I found myself, under the influence
of a full-bodied wine, saying that I was,
and agreeing that he should write me
on the matter. Little as I know of
the law, I am aware that a solicitor's
letter costs but six and eightpence, and,
little as I know of arithmetic, I have
reason to believe that if I buy an
opinion off one solicitor for six and
eightpence, and sell it to another
solicitor for two pounds, four and six-
pence, I have a margin of profit of one
pound, seventeen and tenpence. So ]
took his promise to write to me anc
gave him mine to pay him his six anc
eightpence.
" Six and eightpence," he observec
with great pedantry, " and disburse-
ments."
"Well," said my hostess, when ]
got to her later, " did you profit by mj
hint?"
" To the extent, " I explained, " o
one pound, seventeen shillings and ten
pence, less what he called disburse
inents, but you and I would call
penny for the stamp."
The daring plan was misconceived
I cannot recommend it to others. No
that there was anything wrong wit!
the fellow's opinion ; indeed, afte
joining up one or two of the split in
finitives, I was able to use it verbatim
as my own. It was the disbursement
lat thwarted me, as I learnt on
erusal of his second letter.
Dear Sir (it ran),
Be Garnishee.
We thank you for your letter, and
te that our communication to you on
lie above matter gave satisfaction and
leared up your difficulties. In en-
losing our professional account in the
natter, amounting to a total of two
iounds, eleven shillings and threepence,
we would mention for your information
hat two pounds, four shillings and
ixpence is the usual fee paid to a
)arrister for an opinion. You will,
f course, readily understand that we
lid not desm it prudent to advise you
n the matter without laying the facts
fore our counsel. A cheque at your
convenience will oblige."
I am now engaged in endeavouring
,o satisfy myself, unprofessionally, on
another intricate question : — Is the Bar
in overpaid or an underpaid profession?
Hie matter is not free from grave
doubts; there is much to be said for
joth contentions.
THE TKOUT FISHEE.
PAN doth pipe to us anew,
Reedy calls and catches,
So we '11 go and throw a fly,
Dainty, delicate and dry,
Forty miles from Waterloo —
Where the may-fly hatches.
Eun of nigh an hour it is
From the City's leanness ;
There's a walk when you get
out —
Eiverwards a mile about —
Mile of elms and Alderneys,
And surpassing greenness.
Mile of gold imagining,
Crowned of all creation ;
Eve may bring the fat content
Born of proud Accomplishment;
Morning hath the angel's wing
Of Anticipation.
Luck 's a jade blows hot and cold ;
Heed no wise men give her ;
Yet howe'er the night come in
Three good brace, or not a fin —
Always she 's a lass of gold
Walking to the river.
"As rector of Iken, in Suffolk, the Rev.
Arnold \V. Wainewright, aged 13, was presented
by the chairman, Mr. H. W. Price, ou bchall
of the Society for the Protection of Life from
Fire, with a silver watch, for his attempt to
save the life of a five-year-old girl whoso
clothes caught alight at her home during the
absence of her mother. It is Mackenzie's
wish eventually to become a policeman."
Bristol Evcnitu/ News
Why drag in MACKENZIE ? Surely the
infant rector was attraction enough.
JUNE 11, 1913.]
PUNCH, OR THE LONDON CHARIVARI.
461
Little Boy. "MOTHER, DID GRAS'PA THRASH DADDY WHEN HE WAS A LITTLE BOY?" Mother. " YES."
Boy. " AND DID HIS FATHER THRASH HIM WHEN HE WAS A LITTLE BOY?" Mother. " YES."
Boy. "AND DID HIS FATHER THRASH ant ? " Mother. "YES." Boy. "WELL, WHO STARTED THIS THING?"
THE ORDEALS OF THE
OPULENT.
SOME of the sufferings which well-
born and delicately nurtured persons
are now condemned to endure by the
eccentricities of our social system are
graphically described in a recent number
of The Daily Mail. Thus it is narrated
in the issue of May 30th how, under
the portico of a theatre in Charing
Cross Road, three young women " in
sheeny, filmy frocks waited for twenty-
five minutes before they could get a
cab to take them home .... Hundreds
passed, all full. Finally, they had to
get the commissionaire to go off and
hunt. Even so, it was twelve minutes
before they were on their way home."
It is hard to discriminate between
degrees of suffering because so much
depends on what Professor Pupeson so
admirably calls the " temperamentality "
of the sufferer, but we doubt whether
in all the annals of torture a more
appalling ordeal has ever been recorded
than that recently endured by Sir
Halbert Bond, the great financier and
publicist. Sir Halbert, it should be
explained, had had a most trying day.
He dictated to his shorthand writer for
an hour before breakfast. Between
breakfast and lunch he attended three
company meetings. After lunch he
smoked only one Magnitico Pomposo
cigar and took only two glasses of
Grand Marnier with his coffee before
going down to the House of Commons.
There he remained till 7.30, focussing
his massive brain on the basic interests
of the country. Hurriedly returning
to his mansion in Berkeley Square, he
dressed and repaired to the Blitz Hotel,
where he was giving hospitality to
several Peruvian magnates. The enter-
tainment passed off without mishap
until the " Sorbet " was served, when,
Sir Halbert, who was engrossed in
conversation with Sefior Tortuoso, inad-
vertently swallowed the contents of the
glass at one gulp. The effect of such a
mistake, as anyone will readily admit
who has had the misfortune to make it,
is painful in the extreme, and Sir
Halbert's suffering, though borne with
stoical fortitude, was most distressing
to witness, Sefior Tortuoso observing
that in all his long experience of the
Putumayo he had never witnessed a
more terrible spectacle than the sight
of his noble host gasping for breath
and ejaculating at intervals in a
strangled whisper, " Old brandy." On
inquiring at Berkeley Square just before
going to press we were immensely
relieved to hear that Sir Halbert had
had a quiet night and hoped to resume
his noimal diet almost immediately. ,
Widespread sympathy is felt in
land-taxing circles with the Baron de
Chaudfroid in the distressing accident
that befell him while motoring back
from a successful labourers' meeting in
his constituency. Baron de Chaudfroid
was as usual driving his magnificent
200-h.p. "Fafner" at a high rate of
speed, when in a dip of a narrow side
road lie was charged by a flock of sheep
and delayed for twenty-three minutes
until his chauffeur had extricated the
fleecy assailants from the wheels.
Not only was the Baron made nearly
half-an-hour late for his dinner — which
always affects his digestion — but, as
though to add insult to injury, the
farmer who owned the sheep brought
an action in which he claimed and
gained £50 compensation for the loss of
his sheep, which, as the Baron's counsel
convincingly showed, had practically
committed suicide.
"The Foreign Secretary, however, entered
a few moments later and took a seat in the
centre of the table, having the Greek delega-
tion on his left and the Ottoman delegation
on his right." — Standard.
No doubt his posture was a concession
to Oriental etiquette.
PUNCH, OR THE LONDON CHARIVARI.
HINTS TO CLIMBERS: HOW TO ATTRACT NOTICE.
II. INVENT (IF rossnu.K) A SILI.IEK ASD MORE VSOIGKIFIEO DAN-CE THAN HAS EVER BEEN DANCED
THE VISION.
OH, auburn-haired ! Oil, apple-faced ! —
They found me at my knee-hole
table,
My head bowed forward in the paste,
Sobbing aloud for Mabel.
What conjured up from memory's
swarm
My earliest love, my. half-forgotten,
A buxom and ingenuous form
Clothed in her Sunday cotton ?
Merely a letter — one of heaps —
Yet not with tears nor laughter laden,
Serving to rouse the wound that
sleeps —
A letter from a niaidsn.
Was she, I wondered, fair as mine
Whom erst beside the streamlet's
water
I wooed and won when turning nine —
The local blacksmith's daughter?
I see her still, the eyes of blue
Like Junetide's rathe lobelia blossom,
The lips that shamed the cherry's hue
With chocolate dabs across 'em.
She taught me first what love may mean,
The heart-felt passion and the full
sighs,
Till tiffs occurred ; there came a -scene
Over an ounce of bull's-eyes.
And this, this other child of EVK ...
Whose artless missive lay before me,
What woof for her did Fortune weave,
Bright threads of gold or stormy ?
Had she my darling's vermeil hair,
Where every sunbeam was a dancer ?
Her voice, her walk, her queen-like air?
These things I could not answer.
A music of her filled the place,
But Fancy, though thou sweetly
. pipest,
Thou couldst not forge for me the face
Of Smith and Boffkins' typist.
Only I knew, and this much sent
The salt tears to my optics welling :
Whate'er her charms, whate'er her bent,
She had my Mabel's spelling.
Luxuriant as the wild, wild rose,
Scorning the dull, the mere expected,
Boffkins and Smith quite rightly chose
To leave it uncorrected.-
" Deer Sir " — and straightway memory
woke ;
Not otherwise would she have started ;
The next cOy'sentertce made me choke,
My self-control departed.
They came, they wondered why I
grieved,
And why these words with tears were
blotted :
" Tours of the 19th nit. recieved
And contents duly nottcd." EVOK.
"She could not say on which side of the
road ho was riding in Commissioner Street,
ljut he turned into 'SVest Street on the wrong
side. After the accident she fell on to the
pavement on the correct side of the road."
• ..- The Johannesburg Star.
Always the ladv.
"As a recruit from municipal work Sir.
McKiunon Wood is not a bad exponent of
domestic affairs, hut when ho attempts to
deal with Imperial politics there is a good
deal to be desired. In addition to a prosaic
stylo and hum and rum delivery, he suffers
from a lack of imagination."
Newcastle Daily Chronicle.
Probably milk and rum would he a
better lubricant for the voice.
PUNCH. OR THK LONDON CHAIUYARI.—.TrNK 11, 1913.
PEGASUS APPEALS.
THK STKED OF THE MUSES (to King-master Asquith). " PAEDON ME, S1E, BUT I 'M RATHER
RED OF BEING MADE TO DO THESE CIRCUS TRICKS. COULDN'T YOU CONTRIVE
TO— EX— DISESTABLISH ME ? "
JUNE 11, 1913.]
PUNCH, OR THE LONDON CHARIVARI.
ESSENCE OF PARLIAMENT.
(EXTRACTKD FROM THE DlAIlY OP TOBY, M.I'.)
House of Commons, Monday, June '2.
— Second Reading of Budget Bill first
Order of Day. Looking round at almost
empty benches and noting listless tone
of talk, you wouldn't think it. Yet
these conditions accurately define
position of Budget of the year.
Happy the country that has no
annals. Fortunate the Chan-
cellor of the Exchequer whoso
Budget fails to stir a ripple of
interest.
LLOYD GEORGE, whose origin-
ality is fathomless, lives up to ex-
ceptional situation by presenting
himself in fresh light. Budget
of 1909 eased hard lot of land-
owner by enabling him to claim
an income-tax rebate on 25 per
cent, of his rental in respect of
expenditure upon improvements
or repairs. It appears that those
concerned have failed to profit
by this beneficence. With what
looked like genuine tears in his
eyes, certainly with a break in his
voice, CHANCELLOR stated that
last year, being the third since
but at the temporarily
i door leading to the
Lobby. His father, the first Lord
WOLMER, who had resolved, in concert
the House,
opened glass
night House still talking round Budget
Bill. On motion made for adjournment
wearied Members, by 259 votes to 201,
decided straightway to go home.
was granted, the Exchequer has been
called upon to sacrifice under this head
only £68,000.
And there's half-a-million for them," through open door to various celebrities,
sobbed the CHANCELLOR. " I suppose ; he, indicating the Chair, said, " That 's
they can't believe it 's true ; they say, i the SPEAKER."
1 He 's Limehousing again.' " " What ! " queried a shrill childlike
Amendment moved from Labour voice that startled House engaged in
camp designed to reduce
or abolish taxation on
tea and sugar elicited
the one verbal spark
that lighted dulness of
sitting. Struck by WOL-
MI:H. Facing Labour
Members sitting oppo-
site he enquired why at
other times, in other
circumstances, they
supported food taxes?
Whenever there was
slightest possible chance
of Government beingde-
foated on subject they
rallied to the rescue.
" To-day," said noble
lord, with scornful ges-
with two other elder sons, the present Wtdtutday. — Since RACHEL wept for
Earl CUKZON and Viscount MIDLETON, her children and would not be corn-
not to be driven to the House of Lords, forted there has been no scene more
brought down his little son and heir to ' pathetic than that sympathetically
witnessed this afternoon when
Lord ROBERT CECIL cried aloud
for presence of WINSOME WINSTON.
House in Committee on Navy
Estimates. FIRST LORD, present to
answer questions, now temporarily
absent. Observing this, LORD
BOB, failing to obtain definite
information as to his where-
abouts, moved to report progress.
" When Navy Estimates are
under discussion he should be in
his place," he querulously in-
sisted.
Piquant turn given to incident
by fact that, though House has
been sitting a full week since ter-
mination of Whitsun holidays,
this the first occasion that LORD
BOB has put in appearance. That
of course nothing to do with
desirability of other Members
being at their posts.
CHAIRMAN refused to accept motion
for progress. LORD BOB forlornly sank
back in his seat whence, like Mariana
in the Moated Grange, he with haggard
Mr. LLOYD GEORGE, hurt by the neglect of the landlords
to take advantage of his beneficence.
boon
look on the scene of his grandfather's
early triumphs, and what might, in
ordinary course of events, be the boy's
own field of opportunity. Pointing
ture, "there's no dan-
ger. So they organise
this window-dressing sham fight."
Some fine confused feeding in this
metaphor.
SARK takes sort of grandfatherly
interest in noble Viscount, being one
of extremely limited circle who heard
his maiden speech. It was delivered
some twenty years ago, not in com-
monplace fashion from a Bench within
Mr. ROWLAND HUNT devotes his attention to the Treasury Bench,
debate, "him in the big
face watched the doorway.
" ' He cometh not,' he said ;
He said, ' I am aweary, aweary,
1 would that I were dead.' "
Ten minutes passed.
LORD BOB could stand
it no longer. Springing
to his feet he again
moved to report pro-
gress. Meanwhile
scouts out in all direc-
tions hunting up the
errant FIRST LORD.
Even as CHAIRMAN was
delivering judgment on
the situation, WINSTON,
with swinging stride
and studiously casual
expression on his
countenance, entered
from behind the
SPEAKER'S Chair. LORD
BOB emitted sigh of
satisfaction and busi-
ness went forward.
serious debate, "mm in
wig?"
The glass door was hurriedly closed,
and the inquiring child, thus early
showing his genius for supplementary
questions, was hurried off wondering
what had happened to cause this
sudden flurry.
Business done. — On stroke of mid-
Episode one of thosetouches of nature
that make the whole House kin.
Business done. — Navy Votes granted
with both hands.
Friday. — Remarkable example of
infinite care with which mundane
matters are arranged that, whilst
Ministerialists have the MAD HATTER
in their ranks, the Opposition joy in
4G6
PUNCH, OR THE LONDON CHARIVARI.
[JL'NE'11, 1913.
possession of ROWLAND HTNT. Distinct ! incites MAD HATTER to further en
basic resemblance, happily diversified
by individual characteristics. Of the
two, the MAD HATTEH takes wider rango
of view, encompassing the universe in
his observation. ROWLAND is disposed
to concentrate attention upon defedts of
the PRIME MINISTER, the vagaries of
the FIRST LORD OF THE ADMIRALTY,
and the indiscretions of the UOM
SKI KKTAHY.
These watcli - dog services are con
sistent with tendency to attack Parlia
mentary Leaders which -first con tree
upon him attention of the House. At
time when PRINCE ARTHUR was entering
upon duties of Leader of Opposition
consequent on General Election o
1906, the Member for Ludlo'w, like
another " Man from Shropshire" accus
tomed to make incursion on the Cour
of Chancery whilst case of Jarndycc v
Jarndyce was in progress, stiddenl
attacked his esteemed Leader. House
roared with laughter at incongruity o
situation. PRINCE ARTHUR, contrary
to his recognised habit of scorning to
notice such little incidents, had the
rebel's name struck off list of Unionist:
receiving whips. For a while ROWLANE
was in dire disgrace. He lived througl
it, and has since exclusively devotee
attention to right honourable gentle-
men on Treasury Bench.
MAD HATTER, whilst a good party-
man safe when division bell rings, is
accustomed to doubt the perfectec
wisdom of his leader, the PRIME
MINISTER. His intimate acquaintance
with personages and policies all over
the world naturally reveals to him
weak spots. Whether (to cite cases
submitted by him at a single sitting)
he wants to know " if HEINRICH
GKOSSE, sentenced at Winchester to
three years' penal servitude, is a
German subject " ; " whether a number
of Finnish pilots have resigned their
duties"; "whether the PRIME MINIS-
TER is aware that British armament
companies doing work on contract for
the Government have a total share
capital of 31£ millions"; whether he
knows that " allegations have been made
both in Germany and this country"; or
" whether the FINANCIAL SECRETARY TO
THE TREASURY can explain the delay in
printing and circulating the Return on
Education," lie invests the query with
air of gravity that sometimes obscures
his meaning.
SPEAKER, asked whether one of the
questions here summarised was in order,
frankly replied, "I have not the faintest
idea to what the honourable gentleman
refers," declarationof ignorance in which
the PREMIER concurred.
Severe snub like this would have shut
up some men for a month. Merely
deavour. Members laugh at him. Ha
heard himself genially referred to fron
Opposition Bench as " the buffoon
the House." Hut after all, there i
method in his madness. A eompara
lively new Member, ho early discoverei
that cheap and easy way to obtaii
notoriety is to direct questions person
ally to the PREMIER. Addressed
other Ministers, chances two to one the}
would be left out of newspaper report
PRIME MINISTER certain to be reportec
verbatim ; in all probability question
will receive same distinction. In
The MAD HATTEB finding weak spots.
case enquirer's name appears in close
association with that of PREMIER.
" Some of us," said ROWLAND HUNT,
regarding MAD HATTER with suspicious
glance, " are not so foolish as we look."
Business done.— Last night devoted
io Private Members' Bills. Hereafter
remainder of session at disposal of
Government.
" YOUTHS (two) Wanted for sausages ; must
>e clean and willing."— Tlie North Star.
Colonel SEELY will be glad to notice
•hat in British cannibalism the volun-
ary principle seems to be recognised.
"HOW TO MAKE A HEALTHY HOME.
Take my advice, send yourwives and children
egularly down to the seaside at least once a
•ear, so as to take their troubles with them,
Mid then throw them bodily into the sea as if
hey were only a bundle of rubbish."
Our Ilume.
lome down to the pier and watch the
paterfamilias readers of Our Home
making their houses healthy. "
It has been suggested in Parliament
hat a naval hydro-aeroplane shall be
ailed a Navyplane. Very good ; and
in airman in the same service should
'0 called a Navyator.
" The trial of Mr. Cecil Chesterton was con-
i nued at the Old Gailey yesterday before Mr.
ustico Philliinore."— Daily Record ami Mail.
ounds more like Mr. Justice DARLING'S
ourt.
THE QUEEN OF THE ROAD.
LET the 'igh-born madam go scorchin'
by
In 'er motor-car, velvet-lined,
A " shover " in front with a 'aughty eye
And phew! what a stew be'ind.
I wouldn't be 'er, it 's an absolute cert,
An' so I 'd like to 'a' told 'er,
For I'm Queen of the road, when I bike
with Bert
With 'is 'and upon me shoulder.
When "is shop is shut an' 'is work is
done
Of a Thursday afternoon,
I knock off, meself, for a bit of a run ;
I know 'e '11 be round for me soon.
Then up we jump on the bikes we love
In traffic no girl is bolder —
And the 'ills don't seem a bit of a shove
With 'is 'and upon me shoulder.
We pedal an' pedal by woods and
grass
Where the country is real, no fake ;
There ain't many couples as we can't
pass,
An' for tea we 'ave cresses an' cake;
Wo watch the tip of the sinkin" sun
An" then, when the air comes colder,
'E starts me back for the 'omeward run
With 'is 'and upon me shoulder.
The night grows black an' we light our
lamps — •
Two sparks in a twinklin' chain—
I 'm neither afraid of ghosts nor tramps,
Not me ; I 'm as right as rain.
Though me jersey 's old the same as me
skirt
An' me cap 's a good bit older,
I 'm Queen of the road, when I bike
with Bert
With 'is 'and upon me shoulder.
THE FALLEN STAR.
"THREE years ago I was a star,"
murmured the man with the tired
iyes and the furrowed face and the
canty hair, fingering an empty glass
uggestively.
"Hamlet?" suggested the bored
ournalist, who knew the race of pro-
•incial actors and their illimitable
anity, and saw no " copy " in the
tranger.
'No, Sir!"
" Silver King, Private Secretary, East
~ -I/line, Charley's Aunt ? "
" No, Sir. I was a cinema star."
" What '11 you take ? " asked the
uddenly brisk journalist.
The stranger indicated Blue Label
vith just a drop of soda. Mellowing,
e told his story.
" Three years ago I was a star. That
vas when I was young and strong and
.ill of nerve. I created ' Captain
JUNE 11, 1913.]
PUNCH, OR THE LONDON CHARIVARI.
4G7
ON AMERICAN ROADS.
Mrs. O'Brien (wlu> has been instructed that she must on no account speak to the chauffeur when driving). " CHACFFEB I
I MUbl 6PAKE I MBS. RiFFERTY HASN'T BEEN ON THE BACK SATE OF THE EYAB FUB THE LAST TEN MINNUTS I "
CHAUFFEB 1
Eeckless." I was the headliner at every
palace in five continents. Millions
nave gasped at my daring; millions
have thrilled at my exploits. I scaled
precipices, hurled myself at runaway
horses, dashed into raging fires,
plunged into icy torrents gagged and
bound, was suffocated in submarines,
fought single - handed against over -
whelming odds 1 "
" They fake that sort of thing very
cleverly," agreed the journalist.
" Fake ? No, Sir, far from it I Not in
my films. The public demand reality.
My company gave them reality. A
runaway horse was a runaway horse.
A fire was a fire. A fight was a fight.
As Captain Eeckless, I broke both
collar-bones, eight ribs, a tibia, an
occiput and a nose."
There was evidence as to the nose,
now that the journalist noticed it more
observantly.
"The nose settled it," continued the
fallen star with a certain melancholy
relish. " The public like a hero with
his arm in a sling, but they won't
stand for a nose in a sling. So I
had to change my lino. I created
'Fathead.' I was again a headliner
in a thousand palaces. Myriads have
roared at my misfortunes. I rode on
a bicycle into a market-woman's apple-
stand ; I cannoned off into a lamp-post ;
I swerved into a plasterer's ladder ; I
tumbled into a tar- barrel ; I ended up the
ride in a crockery shop. The market-
woman, the policeman, tha plasterers,
the tar-layers and the. shop-keeper
pursued me with sticks and brooms
and anything they could lay their
hands on. The more they battered me
the better the film t "
" I thought it was a dummy they
battered," said the journalist.
"No, Sir, far from it I The public
don't laugh at a dummy being knocked
about. They demand reality. My
company gave them reality. I was
Fathead with the new bicycle, Fathead
with the runaway motor-cycle, Fathead
with the aeroplane, Fathead as panta-
loon in the pantomime, and Fathead in
love. You remember the young lady's
enraged father and the bulldog ? It made
a screaming film ; but it settled me."
"Have another?" suggested the
journalist cordially.
Tho fallen star made no demur.
After a brief interval he resumed. " So
I had to change my line. I became
the old musician with the violin who
dies through three hundred feet of
film. It was easier work, but I was no
longer a headliner on a billion bills. I
became small type." His eyes dimmed
moistily. " And then the public tired
of the old musician. They demanded
burglars and motor bandits and bal
men with a nerve like chilled steel. My
nerve was gone. I could no longer
play the bandit. And I could not beat-
to faco the camera as a super when
once I had proudly ruffled it as a star.
I crept away . . ."
" And now ? "
" Three years ago, when I was
young, I was a cinema star. Now
that I am old and maimed, I—
Hia voice dropped, and he looked
round to make sure that no one elss
should hear of his last degradation —
" I am a dramatist. I write cinema plays."
"A SIMPLE LOTION.
To remove a dark stain on the throat causod
by wearing high collars or dark velvet neck-
bands, sponge the sink with equal quantities
of rosewater and strained lemon-juice."
Mother and Home.
If that is useless, massage the bath.
468
PUNCH, OR THE LONDON CHARIVARI.
[JUNE 11, 1913.
HAMLET.
A Character Study.
As to Hamlet's forboars or his earlier
Jays I know nothing, nor am I greatly
concerned. When I met him lie was
already old — unimaginably old — and
grim and gaunt withal : ho dwelt in a
livery stable in a small Scotch town,
and it was on his back that I made my
first essays in horsemanship. I do not
say ho "was agreeable to ride, but
ne'ither, I daresay, would he recall me
as particularly pleasant to carry. 1
only hope I did not hurt him half as
much as he often hurt me.
In those long and blistering hours of
agony I came to know him with a
curious intimacy. He used to walk
along — and always on the wrong side
of the road — with an air of mild ab-
straction tinged vaguely with remorse ;
when I sawed at his mouth, which was
as iron or adamant, he smiled tolerantly
and did nothing. Then would come
the riding master's, " Now, gentlemen,
if you '11 just shorten your reins we '11
trot for a bit," and with that a horrid
spasmodicchuckleshookHamlet'sgaunt
frame; he cocked one ear devilishly; he
champed his bit and whisked his tail,
and then with a sort of colossal hic-
cough— as if, I used to think, he were
changing gear rather roughly inside —
he " trotted." Uphill he rolled and
downhill he slid, and all the while his
action would remind one of those fasci-
nating movements made by British
seamen while dancing tho hornpipe.
I believe the operation is known as
" hoisting one's slack." That is what
Hamlet seemed always to be doing,
first on one side and then on the other.
A hitch and a kick, a hitch and a kick —
that was his notion of trotting. He
was always far in the rear, and always
perfectly pleased with himself and per-
fectly cheerful about it, and perfectly
immovable. And when the " trot " was
at an end he would glance round at
his tortured rider with an expression
incredibly free from malioe and yet
incredibly full of a fiendish delight.
I don't know who named him, but
there was not a little of the moody Dane
in his starved soul. He had a rolling
and poetic eye, capable of unsuspected
depths of philosophical speculation, and
by the aid of this and a curious twitching
of his unheauteous mouth he achieved
the gift of expression. For a long time
1 thought he was only making faces
at me, but gradually 1 grew able to
interpret. In the stable he used to
lounge about in his box like some old
bore in a club armchair, and all the
time his face flickered and worked like
a cinematograph. I don't believo he
over saw a racecourse, hut I know he
dreamt of them, for when tho clank of
buckets floated in from the yard, with
scraps of the strange jargon of the
sporting press, ho would draw himself
up and scrabble with his feet in the
straw. "Two to one, Hamlet," the
King shouted in his dreams ; " six to
four, Hamlet ; evens, Hamlet ! " And
then Hamlet leading them all into the
straight, and tearing away past the post
amid roars of joy. Ah, well ! After all,
GKORGK THE THIRD believed himself a
hero of Waterloo ; so why should not
poor old Hamlet win a Derby in his
dreams ?
Sometimes I think he realised that it
was not true, and that lie was no better
than an old fool, and then there would
creep into his tired eyes a wistful look.
"Just once," he seemed to say, "just one
real good time." And then would come a
flash of resolution and out would go his
heels in a way that sent tho splinters
flying. "I will have my day," it meant.
Well, he did.
It so chanced that the local Terri-
torials went into camp that year at
Blair Atholl, and Hamlet and I went
with them. He was very good and
very docile all through three long
summer days, but sometimes I caught
that flashing resolution brightening his
eyes in a way that boded trouble. He
used to stand soaking himself as it were
in the scent of pine and heather and the
cool music of the Garry, and more than
ever he seemed to be communing with
things that were not of this world.
Something in these long drowsy days
must have told him that his chance
must come soon now or never, and I
am sure that his Darby-dream was
always with him.
But on the third evening a great army
of cloud came marching down upon us
from Badenoch, and the dusk fell to an
accompaniment of muttering thunder.
About midnight tho storm broke with
a blaze of lightning and a merciless
downpour of rain. I was battling my
way down the horse-lines with a lantern
when, on a sudden, tho neigh of a horse
rose twice, like a trumpet-call, above
tho roll of the thunder. Somehow I
knew the voice for Hamlet's, even before
the pandemonium broke loose; for in
a minute tsthers were snapping all
round and pegs flying from their hold
and about forty horses came down the
lines like an avalanche. They were led
by a great gaunt black devil with
streaming mane and eyes of fire, going
in great shapeless leaps and roaring all
the time liko a blacksmith's bellows.
It was Hamlet holding Walpurgis and
winning his Derby once again.
Heaven knows what spirits rode with
him that night upon tho storm. Wo
got in the rest after a couple of profane
hours in the rain, but Hamlet was not
to bo found. A shepherd saw him about
daybreak tearing round and round a
field all by himself, and a surfaceman
on tho Highland lino swears that he
took a five-foot fence like a Grand
National winner. Eventually a patrol
of Boy Scouts found him about eight in
the morning in a field near Struan very
dejected and the moody Dane once
more. He came back like a lamb.
Poor devil ! He had his night ; but
he camo back coughing, and he coughed
himself out of this world in a fortnight.
I suppose no one thinks of him now as
anything but a raw-boned, unlovely
beast, pounding along behind all the
rest, patiently and stupidly hitch-and-
kicking through the mud. But for the
sake of the kind and cheering look he
used to give one when the ride was
oyer, the genial cock of the eye that
softened the riding-master's profanities
— above all, for his bold dreams and his
big heart, I like to remember him as
something more.
Substitute.
I went to Brooklands yesterday
A flying man to see ;
But, as it chanced, he wasn't there,
And empty was the quivering air,
Save for a lark that o'er my head
His busy low-geared pinions spread,
Singing most happily ;
And, leaving, to myself I said,
" That 's good enough for me."
"H. II. Hilton. Shares with John Ball
the distinction of being the greatest amateur
golfer over known." — Pall Mall Gazette.
We were quite aware that this is the
age of superlatives. We therefore find
it rather a comfort to feel that there
are only two of them to share this
distinction.
"A Millais record was established for tha
painting ' Sir I. Sumbras At tho Ford,' which
was finally sold at 7,500 guineas."
Newcastle Daily Journal.
One of the birthday knights, we presume.
"BoiiB. WELLS'S
FAILURE."
Poster of " Tlic Northern Echo."
We don't care what the bomb called
itself; we are always glad when these
infernal machines fail to come off.
"MARCONI CONTRACT CHARGES.
EVIDENCE OP SIB EUFUS ISAACS.
' ABSOLUTELY No TBUTH IN IT.'"
Liverpool Daily Post.
If this kind of libel goss on Sir EUFCS
is almost bound to issue a writ.
JUNE 11, 1913.]
'ir, OR THIS LONDON CHARIVARI.
469
VILLAGE SCANDAL.
" Yis, ho wor a great lump of ;i cliap
wi' fancy clothes," said the inoffensive
little man who stood at the gate of
his garden plot talking to old Joe
Shorrington.
"I wor stood here smokin' a pipe
artor my dinner, samo as I am now,
and ho come tip to me as bold as yow
like, and he say, ' Good mornin', Giles,'
he say. 'Good mornin', Brown,' I say.
He fared wholly stammed at that. ' My
name eent Brown,' ho say. 'And mine
eent Giles,' I say, ' so we 're both
wrong.' Wool, he laughed like what
yow expect 'em to laugh in Lunnon,
and he say, ' Will yow take a drink ? '
Wool, I di'n't want to make ho angry,
and you know Tuesday wor a warm
day, when that di'n't come amiss to
wet yer whistle like. So we weant over
to 'The Greyhound,' and when he'd led
up to it nice and easy he say, ' Du yow
hoar anything of this backhitin' what
they 're been talkin' so mucli about in
tho newspaper? They tell mo yow du
nothin' but talk scandal in these parts.'
' Du they ? ' I say ; " then they 're doin'
it tlioirselves, that 's plain.'
" ' But I want to know for a par-
tickler reason,' ho say. ' The fact is
I "m a butcher by trade and I 'm
tired o' town life. I want to set up
a little meat business in the country,'
he say ; ' but- if there is a thing I 'm
afeared of, that's scandal. I ha' had
enough in the towns, what wi' folks
talkin' of frozen beef and weighted
scales and the thumb-trick an' all, and
I want to start leadin' a quiet life.'
' ' Wool,' I say, ' yow 'a' come to the
right place. Yow "oont find no scandal
in Appleton,' I say, ' 'cos tha's such a
.small place there eent no need to talk
about our neighbours' business. We
know it.' ' Oh,' he say, and arter he 'd
thought a bit he say, ' I suppose yow 've
got a Squire here? ' ' Yis,' I say, ' we
have. I can tell yow all the facts about
Squire, but don't yow tarn round and
tell me I 'm scandal-mongerin' ! What
I understand o' scandal, that mean
idle rumours. Yow 'oont find none
o' them in Appleton,' I say. 'What
we know we know. As to Squire,' 1
!say, 'he ha' tarned over a new leaf
laltogether. If he did gifc a name
:at Oxford for takin' a drop too much
and gittia' into debt for £1,000, surety
! hut 's time that wor forgotten. Speak
as yer find,' I say, 'and I eent seen
Squire the worse for drink this last
nonth.' Well, bor, the townio he fared
.0 prick up his ears. ' And Mrs. Squire ? '
10 say. 'Ah! that's sad about her,'
I say, shakin' my hid. ' Whether that 's
he four husbands she had when she
was a actress afore she married Squire,
"WELL, ALICE, WHAT DID THE DOCTOR SAY WAS THE MATTER?"
"Ip vou PLEASE, MA'AM, HE SAID I'D GOT YOUTH ox MY BIDE."
or whether that 's her low bringin'
up from a place called Whitechapel,
I don't know ; but she 's gittin' nearer
and nearer the madhouse ivery day.
Yis, drink,' I say, shakin' my hid still
more sorrowful.
" ' Is there a Doctor here ? ' he say.
' There 's a man what calls hisself Doctor
Penny,' I say ; ' but he eent a doctor
at all. He comes from Americky, and
he ha' got scores o' woolly scalps
hangin' up in his house what come off
the blackamoors he shot GO as he could
cut 'em up and see how they was made.'
" The townie he started to look kind
o' green. ' Hev yow got a board-schule
here ? ' he say. ' Yis,' I say, ' and a
schulemaster. Ho wor a stranger, same
as yerself, when he fust come, but ho
ha'n't bin here a week afore we knowed
he wor a ticket-o' -leave man. Mind
yow,' I say, ' there eent no scandal.
1 'm only tellin' yow the facts.'
" ' Yis,' he say, ' quite so. Well, I
ha" got a good meat business where
I am now, and I don't reckon I 'm
saint enough to live in a place like
this where there eent so much as a
breath o' scandal,' and off he weant,
and I heen't seen um since."
Old Joe had listened to this recital
in a species of dull amazement.
" But what on airth made yow tell
all them wicked loies ? " he asked.
" Oh ! and speakin' o' meat remind me
o' suffm' else what du fare to whoolly
"maze me. Why du I hae to pay yow
a shillin' a pound for beef when I can
git as good for tenpence at either o'
them shops in Fremley ? "
470
PUNCH, OR THE LONDON CHAKIVARI._
[JUNE 11, 1913.
CELEBRATED TRIALS.
IV. —REX v. ADAMSON.
THE defendant in this case was the Rev. Horculos
Adamson, described as Vicar of Little Pottleton, Bucks,
forty years of age, a married man with a family of ten
children, two of them being twins of tender years. He
was brought up on an indictment the main count of which
was that ho, being a British citizen of mature age and sound
mind, bad not in the past live years reported himself at the
National Institution for Nervous Breakdowns and had
never, as a matter of fact, absented himself from his ordinary
avocations during the statutory period of one month in
every year for the purpose of taking a rest-cure in ac-
cordance with the regulations thereunto made and provided
by the Nerve Commissioners in the exercise of the authority
delegated to them by the Act (GEOBGB V., 10, cap. 4) for
the Prevention of Undue Health, generally known as the
Ailments Act. The prosecution was conducted by Mr.
Moper, K.C., and Mr. Trimble. Prisoner was defended by
Mr. Soundy. The court was crowded with nerve-specialists,
nurses, attendants from private hospitals, psychological
experts and interesting invalids in various stages of in-
voluntary convalescence. A pathetic incident was provided
by the attendance in court of prisoner's aged mother, who
had intended to appeal for the prisoner on the ground that
he had suffered in early youth from a period of considerable
robustness, from the effects of which he had never quite
recovered. As it appeared, however, that she was in the
enjoyment of all her faculties, could read small print with-
out glasses and made a habit of walking two miles un-
attended before breakfast every morning, the Judge decided
that it was impossible to take her evidence.
Prisoner was brought into court in charge of two power-
ful nurses from the Central Rest-Cure. He preserved a
cheerful demeanour and appeared to be totally unconscious
of his serious position.
From Mr. Moper's opening speech it appeared that
Adamson, after a career of unbridled athleticism at Rugby
and Trinity College, Cambridge, where he is said to have
stroked his College boat and played Rugby Football for the
University, took his degree in the Theological Tripos. In
spite of the earnest intercession of his tutor and the Senior
Dean of the College he resolutely refused to submit to an
cegrotat, and was examined in the ancient manner by means
of papers set to him in the Senate House. After a period
spent as curate in an East-end parish, where he was said to
have gained an unfortunate reputation as a skilful boxer, he
was appointed to the benefice of Little Pottleton, his income
being £200 a year, together with an Easter offering of vary-
ing amount. Here he became a violent advocate of open
windows, walking tours, seaside camps for boys, athletic
meetings, hockey matches, and of the strenuous life generally.
Indeed, much as he (the learned Counsel) regretted it, it
would be proved in evidence that this man, who was in a
position to give an example and was looked up to with
respect by his parishioners, had never known what it was
to enjoy ill health.
Mr. Soundy. That is not strictly accurate, my Lord. I
protest against such attempts to excite prejudice. I have
evidence to show that the prisoner was at one time under
the influence of chicken-pox, and a year later acquired a
certain amount of mumps.
His Lordship. Chicken-pox and mumps can hardly be
called an answer to the charge. Being involuntary they
are at the most pleasing incidents.
Mr. Soundy. The prisoner obtained a severe attack of
measles after purposely exposing himself to infection from
his younger brother.
His Lordship. That might help you were it not for the
fact that measles are expressly excluded by the Act.
Mr. Moper, continuing, said lie did not wish to press
hardly on the prisoner. Ho was willing to give him such
credit as might lawfully accrue to him from his measles,
but he must point out that the gravamen of the charge
was really the abstention from a rest-cure, coupled with
the complete neglect of any nervous breakdown. The
State in its beneficent wisdom had made ample provision
for the creation and accommodation of invalids, and every
citizen ought to realise, as nearly all citizens did, that it was
necessary to be ill, and that a violent predisposition to
undiseased strength was an offence of the gravest description.
Witnesses were examined and bore out the learned
counsel's opening statements. They all spoke with con-
siderable esteem of the prisoner, but feared he must have
been misled.
Prisoner then went into the box. He asked how a man
in his position could afford time for such a thing as a break-
down. He had to preach, conduct services, attend to the
business of various clubs and institutions, visit the distressed,
play cricket when possible, and generally look after the
affairs of his parish.
His Lordship. We cannot go behind the Act. No excep-
tions are there allowed. Other vicars have submitted.
Prisoner. Possibly they have nerves. I never had any.
His Lordship. The more unfortunate you.
The jury eventually returned a verdict of guilty, but with-
out intent.
His Lordship saiJ the prisoner was evidently one of those
desperate characters who were r,pt of their own motion to
defy the law. A man in his position should have been
amongst the first to hurry into a nerve hospital. Possibly
the jury might have felt that this public exposure was a
sufficient punishment for such a man. He himself could
not take that view. The sentence of the Court was that the
prisoner be deprived of his benefice, be confined for ten years
in a bath-chair with a respirator over his mouth, and be
compelled to describe his symptoms three times a day to a
pathologist.
The New Philanthropy.
"Sunday afternoon the Terrace was crowded of people who came
out to breathe the fresh Desert air and to benefit the cinematograph."
Egyptian Morning News.
The Standard, describing the exhibition of motor-polo at
Ranelagh, says : —
" There were some exciting moments, notably when one of the cars
capsized and caught fire ; but on the whole the game was not a
success."
We are afraid that the growth of militancy is blunting
people's taste for simple exhibitions.
" Prices of Admission by invitation : Gentlemen 6d. each. Ladies
and Children free, if accompanied by parents. There will, however,
be a raffle for them, at 3d. a ticket." — The Daily Malta Chronicle.
Those who failed to draw a horse in the Calcutta Sweep
may still hope for a lady or a child.
" As a final hors d'oeuvre a horse falls in another race."
Evening Standard.
We think, in view of the usual order of courses, that the
writer should have said " savoury," even at the sacrifice
of so superb a jeu de mots.
" Pastor George \Vise lectures to-night at St. Domingo Pit. Eight
o'clock. Do not fail to miss this meeting."
Advt. in " Liverpool Evening Express.
We never dreamt of failure.
JUNK 11, 1913.]
PUNCH, OR THE LONDON CHARIVARI.
471
Counsel. "You HAVE GIVEN us A VERY GLOWING ACCOUNT OP THE DEPENDANT'S CLEVEBNESS. Now, WHAT DO YOU SAY ABOUT
THE CAPABILITIES OF THE PLAINTIFF?" Witness. "WELL, SlB, 'E ALWAYS SEEMED PRETTY 'EALTHY LIKE."
Counsel. "YEB, BUT CAN YOU TELL us SOMETHING ABOUT HIS INTELLIGENCE?"
Witness. "WELL, SIR, 'E RUN LIKE A BABBIT."
OUR BOOKING-OFFICE.
(By Mr. Punch's Staff of Learned Clerks.)
THERE is a growing fashion of mother-heroines ; and of
this I am personally rather glad, since I like to fancy
myself something of an expert in mothers. But they need
to be written about very well. Fortunately this is the
case with the latest example, Mrs. Morel, the csntral
figure of Sons and Lovers (DUCKWORTH). The title gives
you the whole matter of the tale. Will a man be more
earnest and devoted as son or as lover? Mrs. Morel's
three boys answered the question variously. Arthur, who
was good-looking but not much else, hardly matters.
William, the eldest, was somewhat quaint in his courtship ;
having become engaged to a young person who believed
herself his social superior, he used to come home and abuse
her roundly to his shocked parent. However he died,
leaving the whole interest of the book, and of Mrs. Morel,
to concentrate upon Paul, the youngest. If Paul was
unfortunate in his sweethearts, he was very heartily to be
congratulated upon his mother. In the first part of the
book — which I infinitely prefer to what comes later —
Mr. D. H. LAWRENCE has shown very movingly the affection
and comradeship between these two. Incidentally also he
has given us a picture of a collier's home that is either
drawn from personal experience or imagined with quite
amazing penetration. There are touches — the child in bed
watching the light swing across the ceiling as the miners
go by with their lamps, is one I recall at random — that
have the intimacy of memory. And throughout Mrs. Morel
herself is a real joy. Perhaps this is why I objected so
strongly to the painful realism of her end. I think indeed
that, if I had my way, the book should consist only of Part
One, and the other would never be missed ; there is value
and to spare without it.
The Adventures of a Newspaper Man (SMITH, ELDER)
have not, I am afraid, moved, entertained or informed me
to any great extent. Mr. FKANK DILNOT does not appear
to have led a life any more adventurous than my own ; if
anything, it is the other way on, for what to the average
man must have been such insignificant and frequent events
as not to be worth worrying about excite him to a frenzy
of turgid journalese. He plunges into cabs, hurls himself
through doors, and is pulsating and tense in the most
ordinary circumstances ; constantly he is engaged in writing
up the commonplaces of every-day experience in that peculiar
language employed by the blood-and-thunder novelist to
describe incidents of the turbulent and sinister sort. I
do not so much attack Mr. DILNOT and his colleagues as
defend the older school of newspaper men, whom he appears
to despise, and I, with great submission, admire. The
impudence upon which he insists in the present-day jour-
nalist is not necessarily the best substitute for the soundness
of his forerunners; and, though it is a useful and, I un-
grudgingly admit, a clever feat to get five minutes ahead of
472
PUNCH, OK THE LONDON CHARIVARI.
[JUNE 11, 1913.
tho other fellow with an item of news, the men who achieve
it must not rely on that alone and be wholly devoid of a
sense of humour, style and proportion if they are to claim
superiority in merits and power over the journalist of the
other type, of whose printed opinions the influence is still
felt. The book contains a resume of many recent cries of
the halfpenny press, a number of rather pointless anecdotes,
a personal observation of the Russian people not without
interest, and a rather ridiculous study of Lord NOBTHCLIFFE,
who deserves a more intelligent summing up than this:
Ruthless and merciless is he.
knows not why he sees them."
He sees things, and he
These prophetic novelists seem a vastly uncomfortable
set. Times without number they have smashed, deluged
and devastated our poor earth. The latest to join the doleful
company is Mr. J. D. BERESKOBD, whoso fancy, as depicted
in Goslings (HEINEMANN), is for a subtle form of pestilence
that practically wipes the male population off the face of
the globe. Most of
the women are spared,
with here and there
an fsolated example
of the sterner sex
— Mr. Gosling himself,
a resourceful engineer
named Thrale, who is
the hero of the book,
and a young butcher
who lived at High
Wycombe. Tho situa-
tion, you observe, is one
suggestive of comedy —
with perhaps a musical
accompaniment. Mr.
BEBESFOKD however
elects to treat it in all
seriousness. Gosling, I
am sorry to say, dis-
appears from his placid
suburban family, and
from the reader, some-
what early in tho time
of terror. You are left
to infer his subsequent
proceedings from the pungent character-sketch of him as he
was in the old pre-pestilence life. Thrale settles down as
joint-leader of a feminine community at Marlow. As for
the young butcher, the less said of him the better. An
absorbing and amusing tale, which I liked best in the mock
realism of the early chapters, where the coming of the
plague and the general disintegration of ordered society
are told in delightful fashion. Later I seemed to feel that
the magnitude of the situation he had created weighed upon
Mr. BEBESFOBD to the detriment of his art. The arrival of
a liner from America full of men could only be regarded as
an evasion, and a cowardly one at that. But its appear-
ance, and the race on bicycles of hero r.nd heroine to meet
it at Southampton, provide an excellent final thrill.
On page 493 the eponymous hero of Father Ralph (MAC-
MILLAN) "took up his clerical collar and looked at it
curiously. He smiled as he thought of how he had dreaded
laying it aside: and now there was only a sense of escape
from bondage, of freedom." I have noticed a good many
lines in Anglican neck-linen about which I believe I should
have felt like that if I had ever been compelled to put them
on; but Father Ralph of course was speaking with a
spiritual significance about the yoke of Rome ; for during
CANDIDATES
TYING CLASS.
the previous four hundred pages or thereabouts he had been
a member of tho secular priesthood of Ireland, and, allow-
ing tho usual discount for odium tlicologicwn, Mr. GERALD
O'DoNOVAN makes out an exceedingly plausible case for the
blackness of that particular body. Ignorant for the most
part and sordidly self-seeking, they are opposed, according
to this writer, to all the best interests of Erin, and are tho
real enemy of Home Rule, the best chance for that measure
lying apparently in the modernism which aims at dairy
co-operation, the revival of Gaelic, and a certain amount of
tolerance in religious thought. Father Ralph, a brilliant
youth destined from early boyhood for the Church, became
gradually disillusioned by the system of his theological
seminary and tho characters of his bishop and superior
priest, and finally revolted when the " lamentabili sane"
decree appeared to destroy all possibility of reform. Tho
author writes so well that personally I am sorry ho did not
treat me to a novel instead of a thesis in romantic form ;
but I have little doubt that his book will figure in tho
catalogues of most of
our circulatinglibraries.
In any case there is one
Index where it is quite
certain of securing a pro-
minent place. Father
Ralph, by the way, has
now sailed to the New
World, wearing a lounge
suit and a lay collar of
unspecified pattern. I
wish him every success.
At the very outset of
In the Grip of Destiny
(ALLEN) wo find a con-
vict in Siberia swearing
that "as surely as
Heaven's lightning has
blasted this pine-tree so
surely will I avenge
myself upon that fiend
in human shape whose
black treachery has
sent me here." If in-
clined to be melodra-
matic this man undoubtedly meant business, and so it
is a little disappointing to be switched off suddenly to
Ilfracombe, and for some time to lose sight of him. Not
that things were unexciting in Devonshire, for very soon
a remarkably fine game — of " hunt the pebble," if I may call
it so — was in full swing. This pebble is the key to the
story, and in the pursuit of it Mr. CHABLES STERBEY piles
sensation upon sensation, making it the foundation-stone
of the most bewildering plots and counterplots. Our old
friends the stupid local police are once again trotted out for
ridicule, but this time 1 found them a welcome relief from
the bloodthirsty ruffians who baffled them. And I am
also grateful for my introduction to the Polish Countess,
who was, without flattery, a superb fiend. When I ulti-
mately discovered that the Siberian convict was married to
this diabolical woman I ceased to wonder at the ferocity of
his oath. A love-interest is provided for those who want
it, but Mr. STEBEEY devotes more attention to his criminals
than to his philanderers, and it is only as an amazing
sensationalist that he can be recommended.
FOB THE OFFICE OP ClTY REMEMBBAXCEE ATTENDING A EtOT-
"THK FLAT
Crime also seems to need brightening.
MURDER TRIAL."
" Daily News " poster.
JIM: 18, 1913.]
PUNCH, OR THE LONDON CHARIVARI.
473
CHARIVARIA.
Ir is rumoured that Lord MURRAY'S
prolonged absence in South America is
duo to the best of reasons. He is
anxious to secure contracts for oil to
pour on troubled waters.
* *
It does not say much for the enter-
prise of our fashion journals that none
of them has, in view of the possibility
of a lady being appointed Poet Laureate,
published an illustrated article on the
most becoming mode of wearing the
bays. ... .;.
' *
Tlio poet PYE, we ai-e told in The
Observer, was the most conscientious of
the Laureates. He used to turn out
Birthday Odes with the precision of
clock-work, and these were read out to
KING GEORGE III. at his birthday
parties. His Majesty
ultimately became
insane. ::. .;.
With reference to the
charge of " Sweating
Sovereigns " which was
gone into at Preston
last week, we have
received several letters
from crowned heads
complaining of tho
miserable pittances
upon which they are
expected to live.
:;: :|:
At the recent show
of the Pekingese Club a
policeman stood guard
over one of the most
valuable exhibits — to
that a note of the following proposal had j
boon found: — "Interrupt Premier's!
golf." This gives one an idea of the
lengths to which these desperate
women are prepared to go.
•':- -':•
:'.:
Wo understand that when the bag of
flour was thrown at Mr. ASQUITH last
week the PREMIER at first took it to be
an argument against Free Food, the
subject upon which he was speaking at
the time. ... ,,.
It is stated that there are no militant
suffragettes in the Isle of Man. Manx
cats, as is well known, have no tails,
and the HOME SECRETARY is again
being urged to try tho effect of cutting
off tlie hair of his Suffragette prisoners.
•-:: ••':•
Some statistics just published show
that Bournemouth and Eastbourne are
was foretold to Mr. DOUGLAS some
time ago in a dream. Such cases of a
presentiment of evil arc by no moans
uncommon.
"THEY SAY THIS PUTTING IS DIFFICULT, BUT I CAX'l SEE YET WHERE THE
TROUBLE COMES IX."
the obvious
the places where spinsters are most
numerous. Few can have failed to
notice what a harassed look the male
annoyance of the little smug-faced dog
iu question, who feared that it might
lead the unthinking public to take ! inhabitants of those towns have worn
him for a desperate criminal or a mill- for some time past.
tant. ,: ,.,
Sir CHARLES WYNDHAM'S suggestion
that telephone - users should make a
point of writing a letter to the POST-
Lady TREE, discussing the revival of
fringes for women, said to an inter-
viewer last week, " Women with really
intellectual foreheads should not wear
MASTER-GENERAL detailing each cause them." Personally, we always wear
of complaint that has occurred during i ours. ... ...
the day has the hearty support of the
Et. Honble. SAMUEL, who looks for-
ward to a large and permanent increase
in the revenue from the sale of postage
stamps as a result of this proposal.
Seiior Dr. DON SALAS has arrived in
The Daily Mail headed its paragraph
describing Sir J. FOHBES-BOBERTSON'S
farewell — " Our only Hamlet," and
wound up with the statement, " The
audience sang, ' He 's a jolly good
fellow.' " We believe that this is the
London on a special mission from the | first time the melancholy Dane has
Argentine Government to thank KING been so described.
GEORGE for the visit of the British1 *...*
Fleet in 1910. No one seems to trust Mr. JAMES A. DOUGLAS, a spiritualist,
the Post Oflico nowadays. | produced last week at the Aldwych
:;:...:;: j Theatre what has been declared to be
[t transpired during the trial of the ; the worst play in London. According
Suffragette leaders at the Old Bailey ! to Liqht, the production of his play
* *
The suggestion that the .recent fire
at MUDIE'S may have boon due to
spontaneous combustion on the part of
certain " advanced " novels is endorsed
by a statement in The Evening News.
" The library proper," says our contem-
porary in its account of the conflagra-
tion, " suffered no damage."
Three hundred boys escaped without
mishap from a fire which destroyed St.
John's School, Leatherhead, last week.
The only regrettable feature of tho
incident is a denial of the statement
that it required the most strenuous
efforts on the part of the masters to pre-
vent the boys from dashing into the
burning building to save
their school-books.
A police order pub-
lished in a Danzig
newspaper warns those
concerned that all
thistles in fields and
gardens must ba up-
rooted by the end of
July. The order has
created some amuse-
ment locally, where it
is held that it is a
foolish bureaucrat who
quarrels with his food.
9
During a representa-
tion, last week, of the
Battle of Waterloo for
cinema purposes, in which 4,000 players
and 3,000 horses were taking part, only
one of the combatants was injured.
This recalls the famous battle between
the Sultan of MOROCCO'S troops and the
adherents of a pretender, in which the
only person killed was a civilian who
was engaged in selling sherbet to both
sides. ^^_______^^_
The Marconi Report.
" More whitewash ! " said the FAL-
CONER,
Doing the Party trick ;
" Throw it about in bucketfuls ;
Some of it 's bound to stick."
" Very poor art ! " the public cried;
" You 've laid it on too thick 1 "
Women in Parliament.
" Lord Savile (18) boat Mrs. S. Roberts. M.P.
(18) by 3 and 2."— " Tlie Daily Telegraph"
rcporilny the Parliamentary Golf Handicap.
"THE BISHOP OP WINCHESTER osr
THE STAGE." — The Timts.
Mr. GEOUGE GRAVES must look out.
474
PUNCH, OR THE LONDON CHARIVARI.
[JUNE 18, 1913.
A CABLE TO QUITO.
The CHAIRMAN OF THE MARCONI COMMITTEE to
Lord MURRAY OF ELIBASK.
MURRAY, you should be with us at this hour !
ASQUITH has need of you ; the Party hungers
For that large smile which is your native dower
To petrify this swarm of scandal-mongers.
Wo would not have you hurry, MURBAY,
But things at home are just as hot as curry.
We picture you out there the slave of toil
(Your polished head a target for the sheer suns)
Among the gushers, doing deals in oil,
Not for your own ends but for Messrs. PEARSON s ;
We know your motto, fixed as fate,
Was ever " Duty first ; let Pleasure wait ; "
Yet, could you read what even Liberals say
Of truths extracted like reluctant molars,
You would not linger longer, not a day,
But fling yourself across the estranging rollers,
Cutting the prior claims of Quito.
(Bis venit, I may add, qui vcnit cito).
For your appearance in our First Eeporfc
Occurs by proxy only ; but I 've reckoned
You'll be iii time (D.V.) to share the sport
And have your viva voce in our Second ;
Meanwhile, en route, our wireless stations
Shall flash you any further revelations.
Weather permitting, then, come pretty soon ;
Come o'er the foam as fast as you are able ;
For, though we much appreciate the boon
Of testimony kindly sent by cable,
The spoken word is always nicer ;
Yours (less in wrath than sorrow), ALBERT SPICER.
O. S.
CHEBCHEZ LA FEMME.
I 'M a burglar.
I say, I 'm a burglar. There is no catch in it. My
occupation, when I am at liberty to follow it, is burglariously
breaking and entering dwelling-houses with intent to commit
a felony therein.
I am the man of whom you are afraid by night. I also
am the man who is afraid of you by night. You are always
hearing me- moving about down stairs, when in fact I'm
elsewhere ; I am always hearing you moving about upstairs,
when in fact you are asleep. It is nervous work for both
of us, isn't it ?
Or rather, I used to be a burglar. It was in consequence
of a -remark addressed to me by a man named Hodgkinson
that I gave up the business. Do you know the Hodgkinsons
of 199, South Audley Street, W.? No? No more do I,
but nevertheless I thought I might while away an hour
or two at their house as well as anywhere else.
The servants having gone to bed when I arrived, I had
to unpack my bag myself. It is a whim of mine to do this
in the dark — a foolish whim, perhaps, as I always end
by dropping something and breaking something else. One
has to be a burglar to learn what a lot of glass there is in
the world ready to create a disturbance on the slightest
provocation.
" Who are you ? " called out Hodgkinson from above.
I thought it was no good answering that I was a burglar
He would not have sympathised, so I let the remark
pass.
" What are you doing down there ? " he continued.
Think as I would, I could not hit on an evasive answer;
jesides, my throat was curiously dry and did not lend itself
;o conversation. But this Hodgkinson was bent on
;onversing, so he went back to his room and explained to
lis wife how right everything was in this best of worlds.
His wife, however, was clearly of opinion that she had
heard something, and, as I proceeded with my work not
without trepidation, she was even more certain that she had
icard something else. No doubt she was right ; there was
jertainly plenty to hear. So back came Hodgkinson,
letermined to extract some information out of me.
I confess to being then a little nervous and almost upset
ipon realizing that here was Hodgkinson coming down-
stairs. For all I knew, he carried a revolver; and I had
icard dreadful accounts of the lengths to which house-
lolders will go in their dangerous business of householding.
I had an instinctive feeling that, pleasant place though
199, South Audley Street, W., might be, it was no place
for me. Even as I was seriously thinking of changing my
address, the hall was Hooded with a brilliant light. I hate
too much light, for it gives me a headache; so that
decided me, and I moved towards the door.
Meanwhile this Hodgkinson, if you will believe me,
heaved a sigh of intense relief. " Oh ! " he said, " it 's only
you, is it? "
Only!
Then he tried to be severe. " You have no business to
give us such a fright," he continued. " We thought you
were a Suffragette."
I retired once and for all from 199, South Audley Street,
W. and the profession in disgust.
THE CONSCIENTIOUS PEOGBAMME.
THE latest revue, just produced at the Collodeum, entitled
Hind the Step, differs from its predecessors in no way
except in the frankness of its programme, portions of which
we are, in the interest of fairness, pleased to quote :—
"MIND THE STEP."
A New and Original Revue,
in Four Acts.
First Scenario by.Digby Morrison.
Eevision of same by Arthur Raster.
Title by a luncheon party at Kimono's.
Humorous interlude in First Act by Chauncy Jones.
Joke in Second Act by Charles J. Masterman.
Joke in Third Act by J. Wilbraham Kank.
All other jokes by the Gotham Stunt Family.
Music conveyed from various places and arranged
by Leon Bolovitch.
Original lyric in Act II. written by Harry Bolder.
Other lyrics acquired.
Sensational spectacle in First and Third Acts
from America.
Ballet in Second and Fourth Acts from Paris.
Costumes by Willier from designs made in France,
Germany and Eussia.
Wigs from the usual place.
The revue produced for a few days by Ben Lomino; then
taken over by Argyll Laburnum ; and finally completed
by Arthur Raster.
Dances adapted by Charter Fish.
" The Four and Twenty Peaches " collected from various
American cities by Hiram Baskervil.
Their complexions by Laurie et Cie,
&c. &c. &c.
PUNCH, OK THE LONDON CHARIVARI.— JUNE 18, 1913.
THE MAKCONI OCTOPUS.
LIBERAL PARTY. " ANOTHER TENTACLE OR TWO AND I 'M DONE 1 '
JUNE 18, 1913.]
PUNCH, OR THE LONDON CIIARIVAIU.
477
THE BEDSIDE MANNER-LATEST.
Doctor (calling at hospital, ten minutes after the dinner-bell lias gone, to "dress " his patient in private- ward). " I SAY, THAT '& A.
FINE OAME AT LOKD'S. BY JOVE I I REMEMBER PLAYING IN A HOLIDAY MATCH AT HORSHAM. THEY HAD A COUPLE OP SUSSEX MB*
BOWLING FOB THEM, VlXE AND KlLLICK. I TOOK THE FIBST OVER FBOM KlLLICK. PlRST BALL, DEAD ON MIDDLE STUMP; SECOND
IIAI.L, DEAD ON MIDDLE STUMP; THIRD, DEAD ON MIDDLE STUMP; POUBTH, GLANCED IT TO LEG FOUB; FIFTH, CUT IT TO BOUNDABT
— FOUR; SIXTH, GLANCED IT TO LEG — FOUR! TWELVE IN FIRST OVER — NOT BAD, WHAT? ST. MARY'S MEN DIDN'T FLUFF A CATCH
THE WHOLE DAY AND WE WON BY TWO RUNS. HERE, NUBSE, WHEBE 'g MY OVERALL AND RUBBER GLOVES? LET'S OET TO WOBK,
FOR GOODNESS' SAKE."
BLEATINGS ABOUT BOOKMEN.!
THE new series of Classical Bio-
graphies issued by the firm of Balder!
and Dash opens suspiciously with a
brilliant monograph on HAROLD BEGBIE i
from the luminous pen of Sir OLIVER i
LODOE. The title-page is stern in its j
simplicity, only containing the words, J
"HAROLD BEGBIE, by OLIVER LODGE,"
with the affecting motto, Trumpeter
imns crat. The illustrations include a
wonderful X-ray photograph of Sir|
OLIVER LODGE'S brain and an interest-
ing appendix on " brow-drill," showing
how a dome-shaped bulbosity of the
forehead can be promoted by a course
of cranial gymnastics.
print. A reprint will shortly be issued
of Mr. Bracefield's whaling romance,
" In Quest of Blubber." The new
edition, which will be issued in limp
oilskin at 6s. net., will contain a
striking portrait of Mr. Bracefield in
the act of discharging a harpoon and
at the same time reciting his poem,
"The Unending Sea-Serpent."
! his clothing and his unfortunate fond-
ness for wearing tight top-boots. Mr.
Porterhouse is the happy possessor of
a pair of these top-boots and relates
the disastrous results of his resolve to
put them on. He succeeded, but it
took his entire household two hours
to pull them off.
No less than 13s. 4</., or twice a
solicitor's minimum fee, was asked the
other day for a copy of the original
edition of Mr. Main Bracefield's
" Bilgewater Ballads," which appeared
in the early nineties and is now out of
The Napoleonic era, which has so
profoundly influenced modern Europe,
has never had a more penetrating
exponent than Mr. Clemco Porterhouse.
His new work, Napoleon's Wardrobe,
gives us such a picture of the Corsican's
inner life as is not to be found in the
monumental works of LANFREY or
ROSE. In its dazzling pages, which
are enriched with a wealth of illustra-
tions of NAPOLEON'S boots, hats,
breeches, stockings, etc., the daring
theory is propounded that the policy
of the great conqueror was materially
affected by the unhygienic character of
Mr. John Christopher Bunson'u
new book has been delayed for a few
weeks owing to the difficulty which
the author found in devising an entirely
adequate title. His publishers, Messrs.
Taper and Tode, inform us that no
fewer than seventeen provisional titles
were successively tried before the
fastidious author was finally satisfied.
Amongst these were " The Peak of
Piety;" "The Eoad of Rectitude;"
" The Pearls of Peace ; " " The Glory of
Goodness ; " " The Joyous Guard ; "
" The Serene Stoker ; " " Magdalene
Musings;", "The Gantillations of a
Cantab ; " " The Pitch of Perfection."
478
PUNCH, OR THE LONDON CHARIVARI.
[JUNE 18, 1913.
MR. PUNCH IN THE PAST.
[After the custom of several of his con-
temporaries and in the manner of himself.]
IV.
[Reproduced from '• Punch" of 1086.]
" HAMMELINE," I said sadly, " it is
now twenty years since at the call of
duty "
" Booty," interjected Hamnieline
with all a woman's shamelessness.
"Twenty years," I harked back,
" since I came across and fought at
Senlac."
" I have always taken your word for
it," said Hammeline, " that you were
not still sea-sick on the day of the
battle."
" Being informed that I had pouched
a goodly demesne," I —
continued, ignoring her,
" you rashly packed up,
put the seneschal on
board wages, and fol-
lowed rne hitherward.
You have told me at
intervals ever since that !
your action was not pre- >
mature. Well, Hamme-
line, I now find that we |
should be doing better 1
with our three acres and j
a cow in dear old Nor- <
mandy. I understand
from this cartel," I said, j
handing it to her, " that
we are going to be taxed."
" Taxed ? " demanded
Hammeline. " What on
earth for? "
" Because of our land,"
I said bitterly — " ' The
land, the land on which
of the document. " His name is Eolfgar , Conquest, didn't they? And now al
du Nord. Don't you know anything theso people who've been saying the
against him? He's one of us,
course."
" Of course," I said. " But
afraid he must be since my time.
of land was theirs ever since will say it 's
ours now, to escape the tax. These
I in
We
can't square him — unless you, know any
details of his career, Henry," I con-
tinued hopefully, turning to our faithful
scrivener.
"I fear, my lord," said Henry, "that
Sir Eolfgar du Nord is in the main
line of descent from Sir Kay do Calais
— an excellent family and a blameless
youth."
"I wonder if lie's still unmarried,"
said Hammeline.
" What has that got to do with it ? "
I said irritably. "The point is that
this outrageous robbery of the fruits of
Tram-Conductor. " 'AvE I 'AD YOUR FABE, SIR?"
Mild Man. "En — NO; BUT I THOUGHT PERHAPS I DIDN'T COUNT.'
dear old days when 'the King
the land to the Normans.' "
gave
" On the simple understanding that
they should fight for him when required,"
said Hammeline indignantly.
" Of course," I said ; " but, since there
haven't been any wars to speak of, it
appears that another sort of quid pro
quo will be extracted from us."
"Oh, well, of course," said Hammeline
decidedly, " we simply shan't pay, and
f.V»*ai»a *o n %-i e\r\ft f\f •!*- "
we stand,' as we used to sing in the j conquest (by so-called taxation) can be
dear old davs wli«n 'Uio Tfinn m.vo no more avoided than Domesday."
So saying, I took her hand in mine,
and, standing together in the glow of
the westering sun, we looked far abroad
with eyes grown dim on the acres of
our goodly heritage, where our Saxon
serfs were busily ploughing our — that
fields belong to Aelfred the Saxon, anc
you mustn't think they don't, jusl
because we help him with his harvesl
now and then. You can spell his
name with a simple 'A,'" she continued
quickly, turning to Eolfgar's scrivener
" The diphthong is pure swank."
Eolfgar laughed good-humouredly
and bade the scrivener make a note
of it.
" The fact is," said I, seeing (if I may
so phrase it) how the land lay, " the
poppet knows as much about all tins
as I do. Shall I leave her to do the
honours, Sir Knight ? I have a knave
or two to chastise. See you at dinner.'
And with that I left
them to it.
I understood that even-
ing (Eolfgar had accepted
Hammeline's invitation
to stay the week-end with
us) that I was no longer
the landed proprietor
thought myself.
" All the same," said
Eolfgar, when we were
alone together, " I was
given to understand that
you'd done yourself
rather better over the
Conquest than this."
He paused inquiringly.
"It 's a bit awkward,"
I confessed, " and it
worries me; for I am
naturally concerned
about the future inter-
ests of my daughter. I
have no son."
Eolfgar flushed.
•Ah," he said
there 's an end of it.'
" An end of us," I said. "
you had better read the
Hammeline. An estate duty
I think
cartel,
man is
coming to assess us on Friday. He
calls himself a commissioner, so that
means that he will expect to dine with
the family."
Hammeline called the scrivener and
jot herself posted in the contents of
;he cartel.
" This is the man," she said at last,
pointing triumphantly to a twirly part
is, their- — ancestral soil.
"Ah, Hammeline," I said softly,
"we are growing old, and poverty
stalks towards us. We cannot afford
to feed so many mouths. I shall be
obliged to hang a few of the scullions."
When Eolfgar du Nord and I rode
forth to view the lands, Maude came
with us, by the special request of her
mother. And ever the minx rode at
the saddle-bow of Eolfgar and prattled
as she rode.
" You see," she said, " the difficulty
is that we really don't know which are
our lands, and
got so mixed
which aren't,
at the time
Things
of the
eagerly, " what you want is a young
strong hand to do the thing thoroughly
for you — to arrange the swearing of
the jury, and —
" Precisely," I agreed. " Shall we
leave it at that, then ? " I produced
my comfit case. " Do you take sugar
plums, or will you try a /for de Nizza ? "
" The nurse whose clothing was found in a
ditch at Weston, Bath, has left for Montreal
in a liner." — Daily Express.
We trust she was accommodated with
a private cabin.
"THE STEWARDS' STATEMENT.
The following is the official statement of
the disqualification of Craganour : — ' Having
bumped and bored tho second horse, they
disqualified Craganour and awarded tho race
to Aboyeur.' " — Times.
So it was the Stewards who were to
blame.
JUNE 18, 1913.]
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479
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Gentleman (returning after Ute interval). "I'D LIKE YOU TO KXOW, SIB, THAT YOU 'BE SITTING ON MY HAT! D' Y»
HEAB ME?" Gentleman with a soft Itat (interested in play). "ALL RIGHT, YOU CAN SIT ON MINE."
ONCE UPON A TIME.
WIRELESS.
ONCE upon a time there was a daisy
who conceived a fierce passion for
another daisy a few inches away. He
would look at this daisy hour after
hour with mute longing. It was im-
possible to tell his love, because she
was too far off, for daisies have
absurdly weak voices. They have eyes
of gold and the most dazzling linen,
but their voices are ridiculous.
One day by happy chance a bronze-
wing butterfly flitted into the meadow,
and the daisy saw it passing from one
to another of his companions, settling
for a few moments on each. Bronze-
wings are partial to daisies. He was
an ingenious and enterprising fellow,
this flower — something, in fact, of a
" card," as they say in the Five Fields
— and an idea suddenly came to him
which not only would enable his
Incest wish to be realised but might
be profitable, too.
It was an idea, however, that could
be carried out only with the assistance
of the bronze-wing, and he trembled
with anxiety and apprehension lest the
butterfly should pass him by.
At last, however, after half-a-dozen
false approaches which nearly reduced
the daisy to the condition of an ane-
mone, the bronze-wing settled right on
his head.
" Good afternoon," said the daisy.
" You 're just the person I wanted to
see."
" Good afternoon," said the bronze-
wing. " What can I do for you ? "
" Well," said the daisy, "the fact is
I have a message for a lady over there.
Would you take it ? "
" With pleasure," said the bronze-
wing ; and the daisy whispered a loving
message to him.
" Which one is it ? " he asked, when
ready to start.
" How can you ask ? Why, that beau-
tiful one just over there," said the daisy.
" They all look alike to me," said the
bronze-wing.
" Foolish myope," said the daisy.
" There 's only one really beautiful one."
" All right," said the bronze-wing ;
"but you mustn't call me names," and
off he flitted.
Presently he came back and whis-
pered the reply, which was so satis-
factory that the edge of the daisy's
dazzling white ruff turned pink.
" Now," said the bronze-wing, "what
about my payment? "
"Well," said the daisy, "my idea is
that you should devote yourself. wholly
to this meadow and the daisies in it.
There are enough of us to keep you
going. You won't have to travel and
get tired, and you '11 be safe because no
boys with butterfly nets " — the bronze-
wing shuddered — " have ever been seen
here. You will become our Mercury
and keep us all in communication. And
in return —
" Yes ? "said the bronze-wing eagerly.
" In return we will refuse the atten-
tions of other visitors; all our honoy
shall be for you. All our energies shall
go to providing you with the best."
" Done," said the bronze-wing.
" Better make a start at once," said
the card. " Here 's another message
for that lady ; " and he whispered
again ; and off the bronze-wing flitted.
He was soon back with the reply,
which turned the edges of the daisy's
ruff pinker than before.
" Now tell her this," said the daisy.
"But what about the rest of the
field ? " asked the bronze- wing.
" Never mind about anyone else,"
said the lover.
A Stonewaller.
" E. Boorer played a fine not out innings of
58 for Ballards against Glynde on Saturday,
and for the same team 14. H. Higham took
five weeks for 44." — Sussex County Herald.
480
PUNCH, OR THE LONDON CHARIVARI^
[JUNE 18, 1913.
MARVELS OF THE METROPOLIS.
THANKS to the courtesy of our con-
temporary we are enabled to print the
following selection from the correspond-
ence which will appear in the forth-
coming number of The Dictator : —
THE BIRD AND THE BALL.
SIR,— While playing golf lately on
the Hanger Hill course I had an ex-
traordinary experience which may per-
haps interest some of your readers.
As I was lofting my approach to the
second hole you may imagine my
astonishment when I saw a bird swoop
down, seize the ball in mid-air and
carry it off. The really extraordinary
point about the episode remains yet to
be told. The bird was a Nuthatch, and
the golf-ball was a Colonel.
I am, Sir, OFFLEY PHIBBS.
"Luneville," West Baling.
[We are delighted to print Mr.
Phibbs's well-authenticated anecdote.
What renders the feat of the bird so
remarkable is that a nuthatch is such
a small bird. But size is no criterion
of strength. The Hamals, or porters, at
Constantinople are often quite small
men, though one of them has been
known to carry a grand piano on his
back. — ED., Dictator.]
NORTH LONDON NOVELTIES.
SIR, — The variety of wild birds
frequenting the metropolitan area has
been illustrated by your Hampstead
correspondent. May I contribute my
own experiences, derived from my resi-
dence in Harringay? On April 1st, I
saw two red-shanked bandicoots settle
on my asparagus bed. On April 19th,
at 4.30 A.M., I distinctly heard the note
of the lesser pilliwink, though I failed
to see the bird itself. Finally, on May
2nd, I saw a flock of almond-crested
macaroons flying at a great height over
the Highbury Athenaeum.
Yours, SAPPHIRA MUNCHAUSEN.
Hotel Splendide, Mendax,
Corea, Crete.
[Miss (or is it Mrs. ?) Munchausen's
record is profoundly interesting. Per-
sonally, we had hitherto associated
macaroons exclusively with confec-
tionery, but journalists live and learn.
The bandicoot is described in The
Standard Dictionary as " a rat-like
perameloid marsupial of Australia " ;
in this case they presumably made their
way to Harringay from the docks.
How admirably expressive a name the
pilliwink is ! Assuredly the old bird-
namers were masters in the art of
onomatopoeia. — ED., Dictator.]
A TALKING OWL.
Sin, — The following story of the
intelligence of an owl, for which my
whole family are prepared to vouch,
will, 1 trust, find a corner in your
esteemed journal, of which 1 have been
a constant reader for the last eighty-
five years, having been born at Thames
Ditton in the year 1814. Some months
ago I trapped a fine young owl in an
elm tree which grew in my garden in
Pimlico, and gave it lessons in talking.
Owls will soon acquire an extensive
vocabulary if fed on macaroni and
dormice, and they never use bad lan-
guage. Indeed, one lesson was sufficient
to break my pupil of the bad habit of
saving " To who " instead of " To
t »
whom.
I am, Sir, Yours, etc.,
JONAH SWALLOW.
The Green House, Peckham Rye.
[It is always a pleasure to print one
of Mr. Swallow's letters, which abound
in the mellow wisdom of age combined
with the alert sympathy of perennial
youth. It is curious to learn on such
good authority of the fine moral of
owls. Can any of our readers explain
why parrots, on the other hand, are so
passionately addicted to ornamental
execration ? — ED., Dictator.]
A CAT AND BIRD FIGHT.
SIR, — While recently walking in the
Euston Eoad I was astonished to see,
perched on the summit of a piece of
monumental masonry, a full - grown
capercailzie defending itself in resolute
fashion against the attack of a large
Persian cat. As I had an important
engagement in the City I was un-
fortunately unable to witness the result
of the conflict, and on calling at the
monumental mason's house next day
could gain no information on the sub-
ject. Is it possible that I was suffering
from an optical illusion ?
I am, Sir, Yours, etc.,
AUGUSTUS TWIGG.
The Bungalow, Wapping.
[The capercailzie is seldom seen in
these isles except in the Highlands.
We cannot help thinking this was a
Siberian bird which had escaped from
cold storage. The animosity of the
Persian cat was probably due to racial
antipathy, inflamed by recent events at
Teheran. — ED., Dictator.]
The Toy Dog Craze.
" Miss Asquith appeared in a charming
gown of mauve moirf, the corsage composed
of mauve chiffon embroidered in mauve, green,
and pale pink, gracefully draped and caught
with a shaded purple puppy." — The StaiularS.
The Prime Minister Masquerades.
" Mr. Asquith wore a striking and beautiful
black gown with sphinx embroidery graduated
below the waist and terminating with hand-
some tassels." — Western Mail.
SELLING THE DUMMY.
I MET Christine accidentally at the
bottom of the Haymarket.
" You! " I said.
" From top to toe," she said. " What
a good guess ! "
" Yes," I said ; " and I have guessed
something else, too. You are coming
to tea with me."
" Ought I ? " said Christine.
"There is little doubt about it," I
said. " In fact, it is written in the
Book of Fate."
" Not in my pocket edition," said
Christine, drawing a little silver-backed
tablet from her muff and reading :
" Dressmaker, 4. Tea witli Charles,
4.45."
We were now opposite the Inglenook.
" Capital ! " I said. " Come in here.
Charles is sure to be here."
" I 'm sure he won't ; he is waiting
for me elsewhere."
" London is full of Charleses," I said.
" Did you say muffins, tea-cake, or
toast ? "
We were firmly seated now, and I
was tackling very strongly.
" Muffins and crumpets," said Chris-
tine, " then I can really forget Charles."
" I had already forgotten Charles," I
said. " He is now at Oxford Circus
eagerly scanning each Bayswater 'bus
as it comes in sight ; or," I added, " he
is keeping another appointment." It
was mean, but everything counts in
love. Besides, it didn't matter ; Chris-
tine was too busy to notice it.
It was at fchis point that I suddenly
remembered that when I met Christine
I had just paid away £2 7s. 3d. for
some shirts and other things. Had I
enough money to pay for the tea?
I felt furtively in my pocket. Sixpence
and three coppers !
" Come," I said, " let us leave this
place."
" You 've been looking at picture post-
cards," said Christine. " 1 'm certain
I saw almost those very words on one
yesterday. Why should we leave?
I 'm just getting into my game."
" I 've taken a dislike to the wall-
paper," I said evasively. " Besides,
my conscience is pricking me about
Charles."
Outwardly I was calm, inwardly all
was strife and turmoil.
"Christine," 1 said, "observe me
closely. Do I look like a man in need? "
" Poor man, help yourself to a
crumpet."
" Seriously," I said, " can you lend
me five bob ? I can't pay the Food
Tax."
" Abs. imposs. ! I left my purse at
home," said Christine. " I haven't a
sou."
JUNE 18, 1913.]
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481
The Elder (to loafer). " WEEL, MB. MCDONALD, WHAT CHURCH DO YE BELONO TXE?"
McDonald. " IT 's LIKE THIS, MB. MCPHEEBSON. I CANNA BICHTLY BE SAID TAB GANG TAB ONY EIBK, BCT IT'S THE AULD KIBK
I STAY AWA FBAE."
"To think," I said, "that I cannot
rely on you — you whom I have fed and
sheltered — from Charles."
" Charles," said Christine severely,
"would not have done this evil thing."
" Any way," I said, " they can't tear
the muffins from us. You have seen
to that."
Christine sighed.
" There are ways," I said, " dark and
devious ways, known only to a chosen
few, of extricating oneself from such
quandaries."
"You can't hurry out absent-mindedly
with the bill in your hand here," said
Christine. " You pay the waitress, not
at the desk."
" I must fall back on cards," I said,
taking no notice of her. " It is a pity
that all those in my case at the
moment are other people's. Ah ! " I
said, glancing over them, "here is one,
with the Athenaeum Club on the corner.
This should keep Scotland Yard at bay
till I can get back from my rooms witl*
the money. Farewell," I said. " If
this doesn't come off all right, you will
break it to my friends, won't you, and
perhaps you will even come to see me
on visiting-day ? "
She did not move.
" Leave me," I said, " to face this
alone. Such scenes are not for one
who has been delicately and expensively
nurtured. Are you sure you have
finished tea? "
Christine ignored my remark, though
it was meant kindly.
" I shall stand by you," she said.
" May I hold your hand," I asked,
" when the supreme moment arrives ?
I am just going to ask for the
Manageress."
" I shall stand — er— just near the
door," said Christine, " in — in case —
While Christine was standing by
the door, gazing into the street, I
waited the coming 'of the Manageress.
Happening to feel in the left-hand top
pocket of my waistcoat for my card-
case, to see if I had a better card to
play, I found something hard there.
A half-sovereign, by Jove! I got up
hurriedly to break the good news, and
found the Manageress standing before
me.
" Oh — ah ! " I said. " Yes — my friend
particularly wished me to — er — con-
gratulate you on your — your rnuffets
and crumpins. They 're perfect. Can
I have my bill, please '? . . . Don't
mention it. Good afternoon 1 "
When I rejoined Christine, she said,
" Tell me quickly, are you on ticket-of-
leave ? "
" My dear child," I said, " what do
you mean ? I paid the bill, of course.
I was only testing your courage."
" I shall have tea with Charles next
time," was all she said.
The Difference.
One side (according to Radical
members of the Committee) makes
party capital out of Marconi's; the
other side invests party capital in
Marconi's.
KEATS on Lord MURRAY OF ELIBANK
(prior to the despatcli of his cables) : —
" Silent, upon a peak in Darien."
"TRAGIC AFFAIR IN MANCHESTER.
LANCASHIRE FOLLOW ON."
" Manchester Evening News " placard.
That is the true spirit.
1 ' After lunch the batsmen were so helpless
that the remaining eight fell in forty-five
minutes for 18." — Westminster Gazette.
A clear case for abolishing the lunch
interval too — or making it strictly tee-
total.
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[JUNE 18, 1913.
-ft.
HINTS TO CLIMBERS: HOW TO ATTRACT NOTICE.
III. BE ORIGINAL IS YOUR CHOICE OP PETS AND GET THE FACT REPORTED IN THH TAPEE3.
REST FREE;
OB, THE DEAD-HEAD IN KENSINGTON GARDENS.
(Showing hoii' the poet who made complaint last week that
his solitude was disturbed by the tax-gatherer in
St. James's Park should hare chosen a neighbouring
pleasaunce for repose.)
LONG, long ago, before the shadows fell
So slant across the undulating lea,
Here to the hallowed precincts of this dell
Sacred to afternoon patisserie,
Try to recall, dear waiter, how there came
A youth all flushed with hope, with heart aflame,
And sat on this green chair and asked for tea.
Lonely he was, but all about him sat
Deep feeding revellers ; the pigeons swerved
Pompous as aldermen, with waists as fat,
After the dusty sparrows brazen-nerved
Who stole their breadcrumbs ; but amid the press
No straw-crowned Ariels in evening dress
Came to inquire if he was being served.
A whispering rose at last among the leaves ;
Less hotly glared the post-meridian sun ;
And Time, who solaces all wounds and weaves
His poppy over hearts with toil fordone,
Brought him unconsciousness ; at last he dozed,
A wan smile flickering o'er his lips half-closed
And murmuring to the table, " Tea for one."
And now what vast impertinence ! You dare
To wake this Eip van Winkle from his sleep !
Look how the silver shines amidst my hair;
In this cold bosom now no passions leap.
Remove the hardware. Take away the hofc
Buns of a boyhood's fancy long forgot.
Give those grass sandwiches to some poor sheep.
The place is silent now ; the guests are gone ;
The birds have staggered from the cake-strewn floor ;
I feel imperious dinner creeping on ;
To stuff myself with bread would be a bore ;
I shall not pay you, but some day, mayhap,
I shall come back to you and take a nap
After my teatime, Heinrich, not before.
I like repose untroubled. Yonder waif —
You know him with the ever tireless feet
Prowling for pennies ? Here a man is safe
From all his huckstering. When you next shall meet
Tell him, oh, Heinrich, the amusing tale
Of how I sat within the Garden's pale
For two full hours and paid not for my seat.
. EVOB.
" Less than three hours' cricket at Lord's yesterday served to give
the Navy a ten wickets' victory over the Army. The Army, however,
were only left 20 to get to win, which was done without loss."
The Scotsman.
So both won. The brightening of cricket still goes on.
PUNCH, OR THE LONDON CHARIVARI.— JUNK 18, 1913.
FOE THE SPOILS!
KING PETEK THE HEEMIT. " ONE MORE CRUSADE !— THIS TIME AGAINST OUR CHRISTIAN
ALLIES I",
[Happily the intervention of the TSAR has checked the bellicose zeal of the above Crusader.]
JUNK 18, 1913.]
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485
ESSENCE OF PARLIA-
MENT.
(EXTRACTED FROM TUB DIARY OB'
TOBY, M.I'.)
House of Commons, Mon-
day, June 9. — Resounding
cheer greeted PREMIER when
he rose to move Second
Beading of Home Rule Bill,
which thus entered upon
second lap of race that will
automatically terminate in
the third. Whilst storm of
cheering rose and fell PRINCE
AKTHUH, charged with mis-
sion of moving rejection of
measure, entered from behind
SPEAKER'S Chair. Now the
turn of Unionists to cheer.
Did their duty lustily; Minis-
terialists wound up to fresh
response.
Thus business merrily began
with inspiriting appearance
of hearts profoundly stirred.
But House of Commons, in
spite of frequent appearances
to the contrary, is, after all,
a business assembly. . It
recognises fact that under existing
statutes and circumstances this per-
formance of a second time of asking,
with the full formulae of Second
Reading, Committee and Third Read-
ing, is a mere ceremony. For all
practical purposes it might be clattered
through in an hour. Under pro-
visions of Parliament Act there is no
possibility of amending Bill in current
session. You may make suggestions if
you like and have nothing better to do
at home. But the Bill, as it was last
session carried by overwhelming major-
ities after prolonged debate, must needs
be presented next session in the same
textual form.
Then, and not till then, will crisis be
reached.
PREMIER naturally rose to
the occasion. Constitutionally
averse from word-spinning. No
use going back to burnish up
in rhetorical form old arguments
in favour of Home Rule. That
stage over and done with whilst
Bill still awaited decision of
Commons. Accordingly chiefly
confined speech, which barely
passed half-hour limit, to analy-
sis of situation as affected by
recent by - elections. Recalled
fact that of twenty-one taking
place since Home Rule Bill
was introduced the Government
have lost four seats and gained
one. Total vote cast for Minis-
terial Candidates was 121,269,
for Unionist Candidates 105,568.
PRINCE ARTHUB as Champion of Ulster.
i That, PREMIER diffidently submitted,
I did not indicate revulsion of feeling
' against the Bill.
As PRINCE ARTHUR noted, most
, important statement was declaration
; that demand of Opposition for another
; General Election before enactment of
Bill will not be conceded.
Business done. — Home Rule Bill up
again for Second Reading. PRINCE
ARTHUR in vigorous speech replied on
behalf of Ulster with emphatic " No."
Tuesday. — A lively night at last.
Fighting all round with the gloves off.
j CARSON opened debate in what JOHN
REDMOND described as " the most
violent speech he had made in the
House since Home Rule Bill was
" Not lacking in vigour."
(Sir E. CARSON.)
introduced." Certainly not
lacking in vigour. In re-
sponse to an nounced intention
of Government to carry the
Bill he openly, categorically,
declared in favour of armed
resistance. This so worked
upon feelings of CHARLIE
BERESFORD that, hitching up
trousers conveniently roomy
at the knee, he volunteered,
nay announced himself re-
solved, to be " the first man
to be shot down."
CARSON'S bitterest oppo-
nents recognise in him a
man who gives more than
lip-service to the cause he
haa espoused. His loyalty
to Ulster is marked in figures
written on the back of briefs
returned in order that one of
the ablest, most successful
counsel at the Bar may devote
his time, talents and energies
to what he honestly believes
to be the welfare of his
country. For this reason his
biting sarcasm, his thunder-
ing denunciation of Home
Rule and all concerned in its propaga-
tion were, with one deplorable exception,
listened to on the Ministerial Benches
with respectful forbearance.
Nevertheless they gave tone to debate
that followed, infusing it with hotly
contentious spirit that sharply con-
trasted with yesterday's decorous duel
between PKEMIEH and PRINCE ARTHUR.
DEVLIN in his element. Not enjoyed
so pleasant an evening for a long time.
Silver-tongued AUGUSTINE, not heard
of late save at Question time, wound up
debate in lively speech. House much
enjoyed hrief chapter of autobiography.
Protesting that religious bigotry is at
bottom of the trouble in Ulster, he
added, " I have had curious experiences
during my official life, first at
the Board of Education and
then in Ireland. I have been
brought into close personal
contact with Cardinals of the
Church of Rome and the Arch-
bishop of CANTERBURY, and,"
he concluded with pious fervour,
"I commend them all to God."
Big Ben had just tolled
half-past eleven when PRINCE
ARTHUR'S amendment for re-
jection of the Bill was put from
the Chair. For it there voted
270 against 368, representing
Ministerial majority of 98,
three less than carried same
stage of the Bill last year.
Second Reading was thereupon
agreed to without division and the
throng broke up, Ministerialists
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[JUNE 18, 1913.
enthusiastically cheering the PREMIE
as he passed out.
Jiusiness done, — Home Rule Bi
read a second time.
Friday.—" Lycidas is dead ! " No
ere his prime hut in its very fulness
which makes? the sudden end mor
tragic. On Monday, when House wa
crowded in anticipation of renewal o
long waged fight round Home Eule
for Ireland, news came that GEORGE
WYXDHAM lay dead in a Paris hotel
The Irish question was intimatelj
bound up with the threads of his
political life. A sudden turn fatall)
entangled them, arresting forward pro
gress that seemed to lead to loftiesl
plane of political ambition.
A cynical fate that news of his sudden
cutting off should have enforced prelude
of personal regret on part of PRIME
MINISTER and LEADER OF OPPOSITION
rising to confront each other across the
Table on the war-worn theme. It was
chivalrous attempt to solve this ques-
tion whilst he was still Chief Secretary
for Ireland that roused Ulster to storm
of resentment before which the descen-
dant of Lord EDWARD FITZGERALD fell,
not to rise again to his former position.
As PREMIER said, in him the House
loses an attractive personality. Hand-
some in appearance, courtly in manner,
his mind touched with the tender
light of imagination and poetry, he
brightened and adorned debate when-
ever he took part in it. This more
especially true of speeches before
his forced retirement from Ministerial
office. For a while he thereafter with-
drew into obscurity to nurse poignant
sorrow. Of late he had recovered
"Resolved to be ' the first man to be
sbot down." "
(Lord CHARLES BERESFORD.)
something of his former gaiety o
manner, and might, had life been
spared and his Party recaptured their
old predominance, found his fortunes
re-established. But
Comes the blind Fury with the abhorre<
shears
And slits the thin-spun life.
PRINCE ARTHUR, who in faltering
voice echoed the PREMIER'S lament
"Silver-tongued Augustine."
(Mr. BIRBELI/.)
spoke of his lost friend's "great literary
and imaginative powers, which had
never received their full expansion and
,heir full meed of praise, perhaps their
ull theatre in which to show them-
selves." GEORGE WYNDHAM, the public
are apt to forget, if indeed they ever
mew, was, in addition to being a
statesman, a poet and a prose writer of
distinction.
Who would not sing for Lycidas ? he knew
Himself to sing, and build the lofty rhyme.
In the general mourning there will
not be lacking kindly thought of the
jracious lady, his helpmate and wife
hrough twenty-four momentous years.
Business done. — In Committee of
Supply.
" Old-world Manor House, containing six
jed rooms ... five billiard rooms."
Advt. in " Tlie Times."
Slot enough for us. One billiard-room
o every bed-room, we say.
From an Examination Paper :
"The Renaissance was inaugurated by the
nvention of printing and of gunpowder which
ut an end to the Middle Ages."
' Ceci tuera cela," as VICTOR HUGO said
f printing in relation to architecture ;
ut gunpowder is, of course, still more
ffective.
A WEAPON.
" WHO was that ? " demanded my
wife as I returned to the luncheon
table after seeing my visitor off at the
garden gate.
" It was a railway man."
" It didn't look like a railway man.
It was much too splendid."
I glanced carelessly at a card which
I still held in my hand.
" He came from the head office,". I
remarked, trying not to lay any stress
upon the fact. But I ought to explain
that we live in a very quiet way and
this sort of thing does not often happen
to us. As I anticipated, my wife was
considerably impressed.
"Do you think he was a Super-
intendent or something? "
" Either that or a General Manager,"
said I.
" What did he want ? "
"It was purely a business matter,"
said I. " I don't suppose it will
interest you. The water at the station
cottages has been condemned and he
wished to consult me about a new
supply. They want to tap our pipe at
the top of the lane and take it from
there."
Cheek ! " said my wife, bridling.
(I think that is what they call it. My
wife often does it.)
" I don't know," said I mildly, "that
it need necessarily be classed as cheek.
We happen to have the only decent
supply in the parish and I don't
suppose he can get it anywhere else."
" So you mean to tell me," said my
wife with much deliberation, " that
ie waits till we have brought water-
down off the hill at enormous expense
and then calmly has the face to sug-
gest "
" I didn't tell him he could have it."
" Well, I should hope not."
" But I don't see why he shouldn't,"
[ added.
My wife suddenly launched into a
denunciation of the Great Scottish
Railway. " It "s just like them ! " she
said. "They never will do anything
'or themselves. They won't build
cottages or repair the old ones, and you
inow perfectly well that you have had
;rouble for years about their polluting
/he stream that goes through the
meadow, and the station is filthy and
not properly lighted, and they lost that
Dortmanteau of Uncle Robert's seven
years ago, and the train service is
abominable and getting worse."
"There's plenty of water to go
round," said I, "and of course they
will have to pay a reasonable price for
t.
Reasonable!" said my wife scorn-
ully. . " This isn't a case for anything
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PUNCH, OR THE LONDON CHARIVARI.
487
ALL THE MOST
OBVIOUS
FOB NESTIXO
BEIXG OCCUPIED.
A LATE N ESTER IIAS HAD TO FALL BACK
OK AN OLD-FASHIONED TREE. EXCITEMENT
IN THE NEWSPAPER WOBLD !
reasonable. Why, can't you see that
you have got them in your power at
last ? "
" How ? "
" They must have the water. Don't
you sea that you can squeeze them ? "
That gave me food for thought.
There was something arresting in the
idea of squeezing the Great Scottish
Railway Company. And, as I have
said, we live in a quiet way.
" What did you say to the man'? "
" I said I would consider it and let
him know."
" Well, write and tell him that if he
will stop the London express "
"I don't suppose that that is his
department, exactly."
" Nonsense. The whole thing must
hang together. Come into the other
room and work it out. People can't
expect water for nothing."
On looking back upon it now, I see
that my wife succeeded in over-riding
my better judgment that afternoon.
I am not by nature a blackmailer.
The following was the schedule of our
minimum demands : —
(1) An annual royalty of £6 17s. 9rf.
lo be paid— being a poor interest upon
my outlay in bringing the water from
the hill.
(2) The London express to be stopped
by signal on due notice being given.
(3) Full compensation for the loss of
Uncle Robert's portmanteau.
(4) Seven new lamps to be placed at
the end of the platform in the station
and duly maintained.
(5) The short cut from our house
along the line to be legalized.
" But we mustn't be too selfish about
it," said my wife at this point. " I
wonder if we should put in an eight-
hour day for the porters ? " We did
not include that, however, but de-
manded repairs for the station cottages.
There came a postcard in reply,
announcing the arrival of our esteemed
favour. And after that there was a
long pause. I wrote once asking if a
decision had been arrived at, but had no
reply. After five weeks we began to
compromise. I wrote and said that I
would not press for more than five
station lamps. Ten days later we
threw over the cottage repairs and the
short cut. There was still no reply,
and the strain was telling upon us.
Even my wife became more conciliatory.
" Uncle Robert's portmanteau will
have to go," she announced one
morning at breakfast.
" As a matter of fact," I pointed out,
" as long as we can get our royalty
it means that the Great Scottish is
paying for our water supply. Don't
you think —
" They must stop the London ex-
press," said my wife severely.
A week later, without saying any-
thing to my wife, I wrote and with-
drew our remaining stipulations except
Number One. The truth is that I had
seen in the distance something going
on at the station that I didn't like the
look of.
After another month we heard from
the General Manager at last. He
wrote to say that the new artesian well
was working satisfactorily, and under
the circumstances he need trouble me
no further in the matter.
" J. Shields, st Shields, b Killick . . . . 2"
Daily Chronicle.
SHIELDS (anxious to get back to tlie
pavilion}, loq. "If they can't get me
out any other way I must lend them a
hand myself."
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PUNCH, OR THE LONDON CHARIVARI.
[.JUNE 18, 1913.
THE CURE.
WHEN Richard and Henry came
back from Brittany last week I had, of
course, heaps of things to tell them.
I pictured to myself their happy up-
turned faces, their ready smiles, their
genial interest.
But I had forgotten the curse of the
Returned Traveller; I had forgotten
that the chief cause of nostalgia is the
passionate desire to inflict a tale _ of
petty happenings on long - suffering
friends at home; I had forgotten — I
have forgotten what I had forgotten.
They began with their adventures —
the crossing, that was pronounced by
the sailors to be the worst since the
winter of '79; the waiters, who had
answered halting French in flowing
English ; the price of English tobacco,
and, on the contrary, the price of
French wine; together with a tedious
resume of trifling dangers and difficulties
of transport.
When my interest visibly nagged,
they produced from their pockets tram
tickets from Dinard, French matches
from St. Malo, and lumps of mortar
from the walls of Dinan keep.
Next day they began to unpack the
picture postcards, and I left the house
in a hurry. I felt somehow that
Richard was going to describe them as
an interesting record of an enjoyable
trip.
I stayed away all the afternoon.
Late in the evening I returned with an
air of secrecy and pockets crowded with
mysteries.
Richard and Henry looked up from
a map of France.
" Where have you been ? " asked
Henry casually. I strode to the lire-
place, turned my back on it firmly and
began :
" I have been abroad (sensation) to
Shepherd's Bush (derision), and now
that you have quite finished the relation
of your interesting, your very interesting
adventures, I 'm sure you will be glad
to hear of mine."
I began with the adventures— the
curiously shaped train that had stopped
at every station ; the humorous re-
partee of the apple-barrow .man to the
chauffeur outside the terminus— a little
story which as I told it lost but little
through my having forgotten the
repartee itself; my difficulty in using
one ticket on two trams, although the
total distance covered did not exceed
half a statutory kilometre.
I produced the ticket and passed it
round, and then hurried on to other
trophies. One middling large lump of
brickwork from a wall adjacent to Worm-
wood Scrubbs Prison ; one receipted bill
from an Italian restaurant where I had
consumed a custard eclair and three
feet of the finest spaghetti ; one small
packet of Shepherd's Bush tobacco,
which I had brought back without
paying an excessive duty.
I then passed to my postcards.
They were, I am sorry to say, only
perfunctorily enthusiastic over two
really artistic photochromes of the
Cinema de Luxe and the Electric Palace.
These failed to grip them, even when I
translated the title of the former for their
benefit, and waxed exegetical over the
finer points of their early Georgian
construction.
But I had yet a trump.
"This," I said, "is the free library.
Its architecture speaks for itself. But
tiiis card has an interest over and
above the building."
"A biplane?" asked Richard sadly.
" If so, you 've bought the wrohg card.
It's not in this one."
" I spoke figuratively," I said.
" Actually, the interest is that rather
good-looking young man standing to
the left of the gate. No, it isn't me,
Henry. I said 'rather good-looking.'
Now" I must ask you to cast your
minds back to June, 1910. No doubt
you will remember seeing a poster of
Suburban Opinion: 'Shepherd's Bush
Reader Wins £102 IBs. M. in Muddles.'
Well, this is the Shepherd's Bush
reader. I bought the card from the
man himself; indeed, I had quite a
long talk with him. He set up in the
stationery line, and throws himself in
with all local photographs he has
taken."
They were now so dispirited that I
was able to unveil a map of the district
and spread it on the table without
evoking a protest. But when I took
out a box of pins with red, white and
blue china tops the worms turned. By
the space of several minutes they said
hard and unjust things to me ; and,
though there is peace once more, we
do not mention Shepherd's Busli now-
adays.
Neither, however, do we make refer-
ence to Brittany.
"Cosy SEWEHS WANTED!"
Mancliestcr Evening News.
Some people never seem satisfied with
the ordinary comforts of home-life.
The Chivalry of the Bar.
It is rumoured that Sir EDWABD
CAIISON, in the event of his being
charged with treasonable conspiracy in
the matter of Ulster, will invite Mr.
BIRRELL, K.C., and Mr. JOHN REDMOND,
of the Irish Bar, to conduct his defence,
and that these gentlemen will, by the
advice of the Editor of The Westminster
Gazette, accept the brief.
CALCULATED ARGUMENT.
["The youngest child of a family is hard to
convince. His is the accumulated experience
of his elders." — Recent Novel.}
SHE seemed . . . well, let mo put it
thus
(My Muse has ever tact in plenty) :
I feared her years were thirty plus,
W7hilo mine were barely fivo-and-
twenty.
And so, although my callow heart
Wont out to her in fond devotion,
I wondered if 'twere wise to start
The moving of the usual motion.
A horror filled my heart with gloom —
Lest she should reach the sere and
yellosv
While I was still in fairish bloom,
A reasonably youthful fellow.
Be still," I said, "0 tongue, refrain,
What time my subtle mind engages
In schemings that will ascertain
Approximately what her age is."
Thenceforward when she spoke to me
I only dealt in contradiction ;
In disputatious causerie
I struggled to convey conviction.
We argued bacon versus ham,
Pink against purple (this for blouses),
The motor-'bus against the tram,
Commodious flats and country houses.
Were she a Pethick, I would Pank
(Really my views were of the oddest);
I found a gentle charm in swank
Merely from knowing she was
modest ;
But, spite of all that I .could do,
My rhetoric with reason glowing,
I could not make her take my view
On any single subject going.
Then o'er my heart there swept a wild,
Wild wave of joy that strangely
moved it ;
She plainly was a youngest child,
My failure to convince her proved it.
I knew her brother (twenty-nine) ;
My hesitating love grew firmer ;
In pleading tones I breathed, "Be
mine."
There came no contradictory murmur.
One of the Old Breed.
' ' Since old Walter Blake died big bullocks
are rare down here." — The Tuam Herald.
" If a few hours before the pigeon dies a tiny
dose of vitamine bo given to it then the pigeon
quickly recovers." — Thf Heferee."
The trouble, of course, is to know
just when the pigeon is going to die.
Fast and Furious.
"The parishioners of A ysgarth have adopted
a scheme for the restoration of the Parish
Church bells, at a cost of £'200. The sum of
£80 has, so far, been subscribed towards the
fun." — Tlie Northern Kclio.
JUNE 18, 1913.]
PUNCH, OR TFIK LONDON CHAllIVAUI.
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THE RECANTER.
BRING me my gloves of dove-like line,
And, though my little fingers crack,
They shall remorselessly indue
The su&de ; bring out my brilliant black
Top-hat. My tie is featly tied ;
My piqu6 waistcoat \voos the breeze ;
My trousers, striped and darkly dyed,
Are creased and bag-less at the knees.
Collar and pin are right, and now
Waft me, ye nymphs, where,' unafraid,
Charles, my familiar, shall endow
With all his goods a tender maid.
My Charles, my Charles, and has it como
To this that, resolute but pale,
You stand, your cynic spirit dumb,
In ambush near the altar-rail ?
Oh, misoparthenist morose,
So deeply vowed to single bliss
You seemed to hold, nay hug, it close,
To think it should have come to this !
But Charles is in the church at play ;
He skips about and chats as though.
He had a wedding every day
And never found the process slow.
And as his inexpressive she
Comes sudden sailing up the aisle,
Observe our Charles ; he does not flee,
But dons his most possessive smile,
As who should say, " I am the one
Who bound this maiden for my own,
A deed of high emprise, and done
Through wit and manly worth alone."
The ring is on, a tidy fit ;
He hears unmoved the organ's peal,
While many stand when they should sit,
And many sit when they should kneel.
The signatory vestry-throng,
The bride in all her white array,
The house, the aunts that most belong
Thereto— so speed the hours away ;
And Charles, who thought of frocks as foes,
And vaunted mere celibacy,
Must get him gone ; but ere he goes
What is it he confides to me ?
He lifts his glass of wedding fizz
And says he is convinced, " bar chaff,
That he who isn't married is
But half a man, and hardly half ! " E. C. L.
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[JUNE 18, 1913.
ALB.
An Obitnanj.
ONLY an axolotl ! Don't the mere
words bring tears into your eyes?
Only an axolotl, I repeat, and if you
ask me what an axolotl is I lay my
hand on my heart and reply that I
don't quite know. It is like a gold-fish,
but its colour is not gold, and scientists
say it is not a fish— an obvious error,
because it lives in water and dies in the
air. If you ate it (but please don't) I
think it would taste like a sardine.
Only an axolotl, I say again (we
are getting on), but his name was Alb
and he was the pearl and prince of
axolotls. Lot me picture him as last I
saw him. He was, to the unapprecia-
tive eye, of plain if not ugly appearance.
The large flat nose (or rather head),
the two enormous ears (fins?), the
somewhat rotund, mud-coloured body,
did not perhaps make for conventional
loveliness. Yet his features, though
hardly regular enough for perfect beauty,
had about them an expressiveness, &
charm, an — I know not what. They
grew on one.
Alb had simple tastes. An occasional
worm, perhaps a crumb, sufficed him
for breakfast; an occasional crumb,
perhaps a worm, formed his modest
lunch. Tea he disdained, and supper
he did not get. His bowl was furnished
neatly but not luxuriously with sea-
weed, moss, stones and all the appur-
tenances of gold-fishery. He spent his
working day swimming round and round
the bowl, sternly and methodically, from
ten to four. I believe he never quite
realised that the bowl was round, but
always thought that if he kept on long
enough he would arrive somewhere.
If this is so, he was the most determined
character I know, and I think he should
be a lesson to us all.
But you will expect some anecdotes
of his sagacity. Living entirely in this
bowl he could not fetch his master's
paper or hold a savage burglar at bay,
or carry a collecting box for an inebriate
dogs' home. Yet he had intelligence
of the domestic kind. He had a perfect
passion for being read to. How often
have I seen Alb, his head protruding,
his fins cocked back, listening with a
rapt expression while his master read
some suitable extracts from Tlic
Spectator. Once I could almost have
sworn he laughed.
If you asked him what he would like
to do to LLOYD GEORGE he rushed wildly
about the bowl. But as he did just the
same to every question (you prodded
him with a stick to make him answer)
this throws little light on his politics.
He would have been a wobbly voter,
would Alb.
Then there was Axi! Picture to
yourselves a large, beautiful blonde
axolotl, perfectly built, svelte, graceful,
with the utmost of feminine charm.
Having done that, you will have Axi,
Alb's wife. She was worthy of him ;
they wore worthy of each other. Throw
a crumb to Alb and if Axi got there
first she ate it. Throw one to Axi and
it was the same — I mean it was vice
versa, mutatis mutandis. One evening
a strange axolotl was introduced to the
bowl, dark, beetle-browed, with a
sinister look. Next morning he was
found dead. There are dark pages in
the life of every axolotl.
But Alb is no more. I write these
few lines at the request of his owner,
an unworthy, a feeble appreciation
from one who knew him. When he
died there was not a dry eye in the
bowl. Nay, it overflowed. Nor was
that his only tribute. A very beautiful
Latin inscription was written for him.
"Poor Alb," I said, as I perused it,
"poor, poor Albl " It was a good bit
of writing, but it did not do justice to
Alb. Nothing could. Nothing will-
nothing — but pardon me, I grow
maudlin. I will desist. There was a
peroration ; but no matter. Alb needs
no peroration.
" CRICKET GAMES IN OLD COUNTRY.
Playing Alexford, the University of Kent
scored 480, all out, Wooley making the
magnificent score of 224 not out, while Felder
notched 52."— Daily Colonist (Victoria B.C.).
Thus the glad news journeys through
the Empire.
"At the Borough Police Court on Monday,
the Mayor, who presided, called attention to
the telephone at the police station. He said
that on Saturday night there was a great
disturbance close to his house, and at eleven
o'clock he rang up the police station, but
failed to get any response. He would like to
know where the teenehpsaowl d rworlow alok
aylak dyogkkgb telephone was? "
Carnarvon Herald.
What language ! Oh, Mr. Mayor.
"The weather had turned very cold, and
the fieldsmen wore their sweaters, as a strong
wind was blowing Charles Alderton Carter, of
1, Park View, right across the ground."
Bristol Evening News.
Brightening cricket still more.
" He was, I think, Keeper of H.M.S. Regalia
in the Tower of London for close on forty
years." — Letter in " Daily Graphic.
This must be a sister ship to the one at
the bottom of Bouverie Street.
" FORECAST TILL 11 A.M. TO-MORROW.
North Wind, mainly between West and
South." — Manclustcr Evening News.
What has the East done to be so
neglected ?
THE MEM-SAHIB.
ANY morning you may meet her
Where the sunlight gilds the strand
And the curlews rise to greet her
As she gallops o'er the sand,
Riding swift, as though a wager's
In the fore-front of her mind,
With a brace of breathless majors
Close behind.
Watch her dole the daily rations,
Watch her scan the butler's book,
Watch her foil the machinations
Of a swart and bearded cook ;
Prouder than a queen, sublimer
Than a goddess, see her stand
With a Hindustani Primer
In her hand !
When the swift and welcome gloaming
Shrouds the palm-trees and the huts,
And the bullocks, slowly homing,
Loom like ghosts across the ruts ;
When the plantain (or banana)
Rocks to rest the drowsy midge,
She'll be up at the gymkhana
Playing bridge.
And it seems a little funny
That not one among us all
Ever danced the " Hugging Bunny "
Or the glad " Crustacean Crawl "
Till she came out East and taught us
Every trick of pose and gait,
Occidentalized and brought us
Up to date.
And our bungalows were gloomy,
There were bats behind the doors,
And the rooms were far too roomy
With their bare and shameless floors,
Till she burst upon our quiet
With her china and her prints,
With the reminiscent riot
Of her chintz.
Would you learn the gladness of her,
Catch the charm before it pass ?
Ask the butterflies that hover
Emerald o'er the sun-burned grass ;
Ask the paddy-birds that settle
On the criinson-flow'ring boughs,
Or the frangipanni petal
In her blouse.
And I would not have you grudge her
Any pleasure she may wrest
From the wilderness, or judge her
By the standards of the West ;
She 's a " bold, designing creature "
To the folk who know her least,
But to us — the saving feature
Of the East. J. M. S.
Wait till the Reign stops.
" As reported elsewhere, the Urban Council
on Tuesday evening sent a congratulatory
telegram to his Majesty King Geergc IV., on
the occasion of his birthday."
Farnliam Herald.
JUNE 18,
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FORGOTTEN DEEDS OF VALOUR.
A DEPUTATION OP RESPECTABLE RESIDENTS OF CAPRE.E WAIT ON THE EMPEROR TlBERIOS TO POINT OUT THAT HIS MIDNIGHT
ORGIES GIVE THE ISLAND A BAD NAME AND DEPRECIATE THE VALUE OP PROPERTY THERE.
OUR BOOKING-OFFICE.
(By Mr. Punch's Staff of Learned Clerks.)
WHEN the Master of a College at Cambridge sits down
to write the story of one who held posts of great authority
in the University, intending readers may think themselves
justified in anticipating a work of academically dignified
dulness. In the case of " /.," a Memoir of John Willis
Clark (SMITH, ELDER), by A. E. SHIPLEY, Master of Christ's
College, they will, however, be agreeably disappointed.
Mr. SHIPLEY has carried out his task in exactly the right
spirit of affectionate and admiring levity. Being himself
the Head of a House lie does not disguise the painful fact
that " J." was consistently in favour of the abolition of
Heads of Houses, " though," he himself adds, " I never
could see that the poor dears do much harm." This book
is by no means a merely formal biography. It gives a
vivid and unconventional account of a very remarkable
man who was for many years the life and soul of Cam-
bridge, the adviser, the helper and the indefatigable friend
of many generations of dons and undergraduates. As our
public schools are supposed to produce character, so it may
In- said that our universities have earned much fame by
producing characters. "J." was one of these. Everything
lie undertook (and his activities were innumerable) he
did \vell in bis own uncompromising way. He wrote books
on books, on architecture, on archaeology ; bo arranged the
Museum of Zoology ; be was Registrar of the University ;
ho investigated libraries ; he was for years the tutelary
genius of the A.D.C. ; he was a teller of good stories
aii'.l a careful drinker of good claret; and he had bursts
of a Boythornian temper which, though terrific while
they lasted, endeared him the more, if that was possible,
to his friends. As I who write these lines remember him,
he was the embodiment of hospitality, good fellowship and
kindness. I thank the Master of Christ's for this pleasant
record of our common friend, and I recommend it warmly
to all Cambridge men.
When Mr. ALGERNON BLACKWOOD, some years ago, first
told me about the ghosts that he had seen I was quite sure
that he was telling me the truth — I was horribly impressed.
Then he began to tell me about fairies, and I enjoyed his
revelations but doubted his sincerity. Finally, in his new
book, A Prisoner in Fairyland, I discover no sincerity and
only a little enjoyment. I hope that he will not write
about fairies again. His prisoner on this occasion is a
hearty middle-aged sentimentalist — ponderously affectionate
by day, ponderously imaginative at night. This gentleman
flies after dark with the simple stolidity of a Slightly ; he
is accompanied by children whose sweetness and attempted
fun are painful to witness. "For the children," we are
told, " night meant play and mischief; for himself it meant
graver reverie." This " graver reverie " occupies over five
hundred pages, and I should be afraid to calculate the
numbers and numbers of descriptions of stars and moons
and night-skies that those pages contain. The truth is
that Mr. BLACKWOOD has nothing very new to tell us
about fairies ; his narrative is slow in its movement, and
its characters — as, for instance, Minks, the secretary — are
spoilt by a sentimentality worthy of DICKENS. He has been
too long "a prisoner in fairyland," and I believe that he
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[.JUNE 18, 1913.
•which it now opens.
is at heart more at home in the company of John Sikncelia laid in Shanghai— has developed cholera and that the
and his cats than in the innocent verbosities of the solid four must remain where they are for eight days. It is an
Mr. Roger* I feel that he lias here endeavoured to hammer | ingenious situation, reminiscent, however, of • a popular
out 1 8 theme when spontaneous invention was lacking, j American farce called Seven Days, hut the flaw in it is that
Fairies are elusive creatures, and in Jimbo Mr. BLAOKWOOD ; it can only lead either to a lot of murder or to incessant
approached them very closely; but it seems that Mr. \ talk. Our author has no germ of melodrama in him, and
Roaers's heavy tread has, on the present occasion, alarmed : it is speedily evident that there will be no murder. It is
them I sympathise with Mr BLACKWOOD, hut cannot just as speedily evident that there will be much talk. For
commend his Artificial substitute. a time, I confess, the discussions absorbed me, and then,
i beaten down by the volume of them, irritated by the
When the story opens upon the picture of a personable j vacillations of the heroine, and maddened by the mild
Noting man, in the garden of an old chateau, walking with j " After-you-my-dear-Alphonse " attitude of the sickeningly
an elderly but charming lady, and transfixed by the sudden reasonable husband, I thanked whatever gods may be that
appearance of a beautiful damsel (" No nymph, Monsieur. , the book contained only 296 pages, for otherwise my
It is my daughter, the little Helo'ise, whom you used to unconquerable soul could never have survived to the end.
know "), and when moreover it is called by the engaging , Middleground ought really to have been condensed and
title of '4 Summer Quadrille (HUTCHINSON), I protest that transformed into the last section of a long, quiet novel
the reader has every reason to expect nothing but the ! showing us the early developments of the situation with
happiest and most dainty
comedy. That indeed is
my only ground of com-
plaint against Mrs. HUGH
FKASEB and Mr. HUGH
FKASEE, that, having
started a tale of pleasant
artificiality about a gay
cavalier, a charming
maiden, a kindly abbe, a !
scheming servant, and in •
short all the usual cast
for a costume romance, I
they should suddenly |
have turned to what is
almost tragedy. I felt
also that the pleasantly j
prattling style, so well j
suited to what the story !
seemed about to be, was
hardly robust enough
when it came to omens
and shrieking sea-gulls
and a villain with his
face smashed. All these
things you get before the
FOR t-s T' GO is, LIDT?" Lady. " CERTAINLY NOT!"
Boy. "THEN TIKE US IN IN YER ARMS ? "
I never found Marion
Miller either very in-
teresting or very prob-
able, and so, when she
took advantage of her
fiance's approaching de-
parture for the Gold
Coast to exact a promise
from him that he would
make no use of drags
during his time there, and
i thus "establish her faith"
! in Christian Science, I
felt that I should be glad
to get away with James
to Africa, and allow
Mr. W. H. ADAMS, him-
self an old official of the
Gold Coast Colony, to
show me this young
member of TJte Dominant
Race (SMITH, ELDER) in
what I hoped would be
less incredible if more
finish. The villain in question was M. Le Orange — the j adventurous surroundings. I want at once to say that 1
personable young man to whom I had so taken in the opening enjoyed the trip tremendously, even though my credulity
chapter — and his behaviour towards the little IlAloise was by did get worried again once or twice by the combined
no means what I had hoped from his appearance. But in ' stupidity and good fortune of James. And then there was
the end, as you will see, he got his deservings; and perhaps, \Ambah, of Moorish blood and brought up from childhood
as I had never believed in any of the characters save as j among the natives of Anum, of which town and district
pleasantly-dressed figures in a tushery show, it need not! James — his life saved, after all, by quinine — became Corn-
have worried me. Still, I admit I prefer that in an affair of missioner; she was white-skinned and beautiful and
this fashion as little sawdust should be spilt as possible.
When four people find themselves shut up for eight days
in a quarantined house, it is perhaps unreasonable to expect
them to do anything very much except talk, and I ought,
no doubt, to have borne more patiently with the deluge of
conversation poured forth in these circumstances by the
characters in Middleground (MILLS AND BOON), the new
novel by the anonymous author of Mastering Flame. His
theme certainly lent itself to much conversation. The
position was as follows : Louis Pembroke was on the
point of eloping with Mrs. Comber. . Enter Mrs. Comber to
chat over their plans. Enter John Brent, former lover of
the lady, to announce that he knew all ; and on his heels
enter Mr. Comber, who also knew all, and wanted to know
what was going to be done about it. At this point the
discovery is made that the servant of the house — the scene
capable of Platonic affection, and, after a few lessons in
English verbs, I doubt whether English civilization would
have had anything more to teach her. Still, I have never
been on the Gold Coast, and Mr. ADAMS probably knows
better than I whether Ambali can be found there. I will
leave it to him. Meanwhile you must read his really
thrilling description of West African life and scenery to
discover how loath I was, at the end of six months or
so, to come back home with the now distinguished James
and see him wedded to an allopathic (and not too lovable)
bride.
"Mr. James Douglas, the well-known journalist, state* that ho is
not the author of ' The Duchess's Necklace,' the play at the Aldvryck
Theatre." — The Daily News and Leader.
We understand that Mr. JAMES A. DOUGLAS will retort
that neither is. he guilty of The Renascence of Wonder.
JINK 25, 1'JJJJ.j
PUNCH, OR THK LONDON CHARIVARI.
493
CHARIVARIA.
into tlio llieatrical world is to bo a j Conference held last week to tho serious
success lie will have to keep hi* eyes ! amount of malingering by women under
SOMI: call it tho Whitewash Report. I vrider open. How comes it that lie the Act. Indec-d it may lead to the
Perhaps a hetter name would be the allowed The, (.1 tided J't/l and
Won'twash Report? Perfect Cure to be produced by otl
The
hers'.'
Bv a curious coincidence the follow-
Sir JOHNSTON FofcBES - ROBEBTSOH
in" "appeared in a contsrnporary last has been persuaded to give another
w"c]< ; . farewell performance in London. It
"TO-DAY'S FASHION NOTK.
Tin1 white washing skirt is in great demand
this summer. ..."
* *
Rumour has it that Mr. FALCONER
is now taking steps with u, view to an '
was felt that to break with precedent
by giving only one final performance
would scarcely be in the best interests
of the profession. .„ ...
The " Old Six Bells" inn, Willesden,
illuminated address being presented to j has been condemned by the local
Mr. LLOYD GEORGE, Sir RUFUS ISAACS I authorities as unfit for habitation,
and Lord MURRAY, testifying to the The house was a famous haunt of JACK
Nation's appreciation of their invest- SIIEPPAKD and JONATHAN WILD, and
merits in Marconis. there is some talk of holding a mooting
Dr. AKKD, the Baptist
preacher who went from
Liverpool to New York, has
now explained why he has
renounced British nation-
ality. The polo match, it
Items, had nothing to do
with it. He says he has
become an American
nitizcn through disgust at
Eoyal rulers, lor the idea of ,
being anybody's subject was
intolerable to him. For our- j
selves wo would rather be a
subject than an object.
Meanwhile KING GEORGE
is, according to the latest
bulletin, doing as well as
could be expected.
" Seas don't divide — they
unite," was one of the
KAISER'S epigrams of which
he was reminded during his
Jubilee celebrations. But what about
the Bed Sea ? ., *
An awkward atTair is reported from
coining of a new word— " femalingar-
mg.
* *
MODERN JOURNALISM.
Editor of evening paper. ' ' YES ? YES ? ' '
Chief Sub. (very excited). "I'VE COT AN IMPORTANT STATEMENT HERE
FROM IvANOVITCH, THE RUSSIAN NOVELIST, ABOUT WHAT HE FEEDS ON
IN THK HOT WEATHER. FORTUNATELY THE TEMPERATURE TO-DAY IS
EXACTLY ONE DECREE HOTTKB THAN THE COBHESPONDIXG DAY IN 1813."
of readers of penny dreadfuls and
patrons of picture palaces with tho view
of raising a fund to preserve the build-
ing for tho nation as a memorial to
Hamburg. After General VON MACKEN- their heroes.
SEN had given to a new cruiser the
name Derfllngcr, he uttered the follow- Another literary coincidence which
ing words in an impressive voice: " I ' seems to have escaped general notice
commit thee, proud fabric of men's attracted our attention at a bookstall
hards, to thy element." The fabric, last week. Side by side were the
however, proved even prouder than was : placards of The Daily Nctrs and The.
expected. It refused to be dictated to, Daily Mail. They ran as follows : —
and remained on the stocks.
" It is more important," says Mr.
WILL CHOOKS, " to court the missus
when you 've married her than before."
Unfortunately in certain circles a good
deal of the post-nuptial courting that
is done appears to be police-courting.
* *
Two children were bitten by monkeys
at the Zoo last week. It is thought
that the monkeys, who often bite one
another, did not realise that those little
ones were not of their own species.
* . *
At Magberafelt (Londonderry) Petty
. Sessions last week, FELIX
1 MULHOLLAND was fined
twenty shillings for cursing
! the POVE, the poljce, the
Army, the Navy, the buckles
on Constable KELLY'S
" frock," and the Ancient
Order of Hibernians. It
sounds something of a
bargain. ... ...
The director of The
Gourmet has told an inter-
viewer that English people
do not think nearly enough
about eating. In City Cor-
poration circles this is con-
sidered a base slander.
" Certainly by far the best
novel I have written," says
a certain author of a book
of his which has just been
published. If this idea of
circulating the writer's
opinion of bis work should become a
custom, it will, we fancy, be found that
the book which is being offered to
the public is almost invariably his
masterpiece.
More Calumny in the Press.
" The quarterly meeting of the above asso-
ciation was held at tho Constitutional Club on
Tuesday evening, when an enervating address
was given to the members by Mr. David Stuart
With reference to the alleged diffi-
culty in obtaining mounts for the
forthcoming Eoyal Review of our
citizen soldiers, it is said that Lord
II. \i.n.\NK, from feelings of affection
for the force which he created, offered
at his own expense to provide the
Territorial cavalry with hobby horses.
DAILY NEWS
WHAT
THE TRAMS
HAVE DONE
FOR
LONDON
DAILY MAIL
THEY
SHOULDN'T
HAVE
DONE
IT
Women, it is frequently stated, can
beat men in most fields of activity if
they are only given a fair chance.
If Sir JOSEPH BEECHAM'S incursion Attention was drawn at an Insurance
(Tariff Reform League)."
Mercury and Courier.
"NOVEL EXPERIMENT IN A
DORSET VILLAGE.
CLEAN LIVING."
The Daily Erpress.
Is Dorset as bad as that ?
" Widow Lady Wants Situation as house-
keeper to gentleman or bachelor."
Adrt. in Daily Paper.
Lot us hope that, if he's a bachelor,
she will make him a real gentleman by
marrving him.
VOL. rxi.iv.
491
PUNCH, OR THE LONDON CHARIVARI.
[JUNE 25, 1913.
BLANCHE'S LETTERS.
DANCES AND DOGS.
Park Lane.
DEAREST DAPHNE, — Hostesses have
been up against a quite quite novel
difficulty this season — the scarcity oi
girls at parties ! Isn't that a deliciously
funny idea? It comes about through
some" of the oldest inhabitants not
allowing their girls to do the Chim-
panzee Cuddle and the Mexican Mix-up.
The Duchess of Dunstable is one of
these, and poor Francesca and Frederica
have had a perfectly rotten time in
consequence. They were both asked
last week to a kick-up at Beryl Clarges',
where things are generally made to
hum. The old duchess refused, and
arranged to take them to a ghastly
scientific soiree — you know the sort of
fearful function — tea and coffee and
lemonade, and information while you
wait ! Franky gave in meekly, as she
always does, but Freckles nursed rebel-
lious thoughts and planned deep plans.
Among o'.d Dunstable's other moss-
grown habits and customs, she keeps
up the childish punishment of sending
the girls to bed early if they ever cheek
her or answer her back. At dinner on
the night in question, Freckles was
particularly argumentative, and the
more her mother repressed her the
more she wouldn't be repressed. At
last she flatly contradicted her stately
parent. The latter got out the frown
she keeps specially for Freckles and
put it on. "You know what your
punishment is," she said after an
awful silence. "You will go straight
to your room on leaving the table."
In due time she dragged off Franky to
science and sighs, and, as soon as they
were off the premises, Freckles, instead
of going to her penitential couch, put
on her prettiest dance frock and went
in a taxi to Beryl's, where she enjoyed
herself hugely.
Unluckily, old Lady Humguffin, who 's
everybody's third cousin or first aunt
once removed, met the Duchess of
Dunstable next day, and said, " I looked
in at my great-niece, Beryl Clarges',
last night and found she 'd a party of
young people. What extraordinary
dances they do nowadays, to be sure !
I don't know when I 've laughed so
much ! Your Frederica seemed particu-
larly au fait at a dance called the
Chimpanzee something-or-other."
" My Frederica ! ! " gasped old Dun-
stable. " My Frederica was at home —
in bed ! "
"I daresay you do," rejoined the
Humguffin, who 's deafer than twenty
posts ; " but I think it 's hardly wise
for you to do such violent dances at
your age."
The engagement of Peggy Sandys,
the Bamsgates' younger girl, has come
as quite a great little surprise, except
to those behind the scenes. She carnc
out last year and made an instant
success. She 's one of those girls who
happen now and then (your Blanche
was one of them once upon a time),
who are proposed to by almost every-
one, and are quite tired of saying No.
She has the young girl's funny trick of
having ideals and being in earnest, and
has let it be understood that the men
of to-day don't come near her standard.
Her granny, Popsy, Lady B., tells
people that, at eighteen, she was
exactly like Peggy herself. But, in
spite of the fearful prospect thus
opened, the girl goes her conquering
way. I can best describe her by telling
you that half the women say, " I can't
imagine what people see in that girl ! "
and the other half say, "Pretty'? She
hasn't & feature in her face, my dear."
When those things are said on all sides,
you may know the lucky child has
quite quite got there ! Passe pour
cela.
At a boy-and-girl dance at the Middle-
shires' one night, Peggy was doing a
sit-out with Lolly ffollyott (Ninny's
brother). Their chat began by Lolly
proposing once more and being refused.
Then they went on to talk Pekingese
— they 're both ardent owners and
exhibitors of the little butterfly-dogs ;
and so they got to the Age We Live In,
and Peggy pronounced it an age abso-
lutely incapable of heroism.
" Why, look at you all," she said ;
"you men of to-day, compared with
the knights of old who died for their
lady-loves ! "
" Don't be rough on us," pleaded
Lolly. " The knights of old got their
chance at tournaments and things, and
there ain't any real tournaments any
longer. But, if the idea is that we "re
to die for you, you 've only got to ask
us to cross the road — that 's almost
certain death now."
But Peggy wouldn't listen. "The
age of heroism is dead," she persisted.
"Not one of you is capable of an
iieroic act."
Next week was the Dog Show at the
Floricultural Gardens. Peggy Sandys
carried off everything with her peky-
peky, Ming-Ming the 23rd. The little
champion was quite the centre of
attraction, sitting thoughtfully in a big
satin-lined jewel-ease, with mounted
police all round him and Life-guards
Beyond the police — in case of foul play.
Peggy, dressed in muslin and smiles,
was seated near by, and Lolly came up
";o congratulate her.
" Thanks awfully," said Peggy.
1 Yes, I 'm frightfully proud and happy
to-day. But why aren't you showing ?
You've some good ones, haven't you '? "
" Yes, I 've some good ones,"
answered Lolly, looking wistfully at
Ming-Ming the 23rd and his mounted
police und Life-guards; "but I ain't
showing any of 'em to-day. I say,
look here, I wish you'd come to tea fit
my place to-morrow and have a look at
'eui — I'd like your opinion." Peggy
said she 'd go, and, as she 's very
independent and quite a law unto her-
self, she did go.
"They're all nice little thingy-
things," said Lolly, as he showed her
his doglets, " but Confucius is the best."
Peggy darted forward to examine
Confucius ; then she gave a scream
(if she'd lived fifty years ago sho'd
have fainted), and turned upon Lolly.
" Why," she gasped, " he's got all the
points — and more than all."
"Yes, I know," said Lolly sadly.
" He 's got 'em all — and a bit over.
His eyes bulge a weeny bit more than
Ming-Ming's, as you see, and his brow
is a teeny bit more thoughtful ; arid
then he 's the extra toes."
" And yet you didn't show him ? "
cried Peggy. " Are you mad ? "
" No, Peggy, 1 ain't off my chump,"
said Lolly ; " I didn't show him —
because —
A light broke on 'Peggy. "I see;
you didn't show him because you didn't
want him to cut out my Ming-Ming."
" That 's about the size of it,"
assented Lolly. " It 's nothing to
make a dust about — I — I was glad to
do it — though it did want some doing."
" I take back all I said the other
night," cried the enthusiastic Ppgcy.
" The age of heroism is not dead ! No
knight of old ever performed a greater,
nobler action for his lady-love than you
did in keeping back this angel from the
show, so that he shouldn't cut out my
Ming-Ming."
And now Lolly and Peggy are
engaged. (There are always poisonous
persons who try to spoil a pretty little
romance, and these creatures say Peggy
only accepted Lolly to be part owner
of Confucius.)
Norty, who keeps me posted up in
Parliamentary matters, tells me a Bill
is coming before the House for the
abolition of coastguards and all coast
defences, and in their place large notice-
boards are to be erected warning foreign
warships that if they approach our
shores too closely they will he liable to
a penalty not exceeding forty shillings.
The money saved on coast defences
would be used to build free picture
palaces for the unemployed. Norty
hopes to put in one of his scathing
speeches when the Bill comes up.
Ever thine, BLANCHE.
PUNCH, OR THE LONDON CHARIVARI.— JUNE 25, 1913.
BLAMELESS TELEGRAPHY.
JOHN BUM,. " MY BOYS, YOU LEAVE THE COURT WITHOUT A STAIN— EXCEPT, PERHAPS,
FOR THE WHITEWASH."
49G
PUNCH, OR THE LONDON CHARIVARI.
[Jrr,Y 25, 1913.
ONCE UPON A T1MK.
LIMITATION'.
ONCE upon a time then- uas a trout
who lived in a stream much frequented
by anglers. But though lie was of
some maturity and had in his time
leaped at many flics and grown sturdy
on them, they had always boon living
creatures and not the guileful work of
man. Hence, although well informed
on most matters, of the hard facts of
fishing ho knew only what ho had
been told by such of his friends as
been hooked and had escaped, and fron
watching the ancient hooksmith of hi:
tribe at work in his surgery extract
ing barbs. For, just as children stant
at the smithy door watching the mak
ing of a horsa-sboe, so do the younge;
trout cluster round the hooksmith anc
observe him at his merciful task.
This trout was in his way a bit o
a dandy, and one of his foibles was to
be weighed and measured at regulai
intervals (as a careful man does at bis
Turkish bath), so that be might know
how things stood with him. Fitness
was, in fact, his fetish ; hence, perhaps
bis long immunity from such snares as
half Alnwick exists to dangle before the
eyei of undiscriminating and gluttonous
fish.
But to each of us, however wise 01
cautious, a day of peril comes soon 01
late. It happened that on the very
afternoon on which he had learned
that be was fourteen inches and
quarter long and turned the scale at
twenty-four ounces, the trout met with
a misadventure which not only was
bis first but likely to ba his last. For
;he fellow
bands but
an inch, and weighed
inder three pounds."
seeing a particularly appetising look-
ing fly on the surface of the water, and
being rather less carefully obsorvant
than usual, he took it at a gulp, and
straightway was conscious of a sharp
pain in his right cheek and of a steady
strain on the same part of his person,
pulling him upwards out of the stream.
Outraged and in agony, be dashed
backwards and forwards, kicked and
wriggled ; but all in vain ; and at last,
worn out and ashamed, he lay still and
allowed himself to be drawn quietly
from the water in a net insinuated
joneath him. In another moment he
ay on the bank beneath the admiring
and excited eyes of a man.
A pair of hands then seized him and
-he hook was extracted from his right
3heek with very little tenderness.
It was at this moment that the trout's
good fairy came to his aid, for the man
in his eager delight placed him where
the turf sloped. The trout saw the __.e^ „. .,,
friendly stream just below, gathered j Time, llf-sees/1
his strength for a last couple of despair-
ing struggles, and these starting him on
the downward grade, he had splashed
into the water again before the angler
realised his loss.
For a while the trout lay just where
ho sank, motionless, too exhausted to
swim away, listening languidly to what
was being said about him on the bank
by the disappointe.l angler to a friem
who had joined him At length, having
collected enough power, he swam awa\
to safety.
That evening, 3-011 may ho sure, the
trout had plenty to tell his companion
when, after their habit, they discusser
the day's events in a little crowd. There
were several absentees from the circle,
and two or three fish who were present
had swollen jaws where hooks had
caught and broken away; while one
actually had to move about and eat and
talk with a foot of line proceeding from
his mouth, attached to a hook which
none of the efforts of the profession had
been able to dislodge.
" But the thing that bothers me,'
said our trout, as lie finished the recital
of his adventures for the tenth time,
" is men's curious want of precision.
It is true they don't carry scales about
with them as we do, but they oughtn't
to make shots so wide of the mark. Not
with all their advantages, they oughtn't.
Look at their powers. Fishing rods and
tackle and false May flies are alone a
pretty good proof either that they have
too many brains or we too few ; but
then there are all the other things.
There's telegraphy and the telephone,
phonography and the cinema; there's
SHAKSPEAKE, photography, MICHAEL
ANGELO, and all the rest of it. Surely
with such a record men ought to be
able to do a little thing like guessing
pretty nearly accurately the weight and
length of a trumpery fish ! Yet, while
" was lying there in the water getting
jack my strength, I distinctly heard
who had had me in bis
had lost me, telling his
'riend that I was two feet four if I was
OGC. VEESE.
(Tn the manner of " The Westminster
Gazette.")
TO-NIGHT you will fare afar
Through the limpid aisles of space
To the amber shores where the spindrift
soars
In a mantle of elfin grace ;
And, though I may never sharo
In your swift translunar flight,
You will send me a hail o'er the star-
strewn gale
When your haven looms in sight.
And I with a limpet's clutch
To our love will ever cling —
Our love that grows with the buddin"
rose
And never outwears its spring.
And you, though your soul has flown
To glory, my Ilildegonde,
In a vesture of bliss will waft me a kiss
From the boundless back of beyond
Yes, you will asperge my brows
With the balm of Elysian dew,
Till the veil is drawn at the screech of
dawn
'Twixt the astral me and you —
The veil that I hope to rend
When I quit life's fevered foam
For the argent isles when our sundered
smiles
Shall merge in one monochrome.
not an ounce
" Prince Auguste Louis Alberic cVArenborg,
yho has been President of the Suez Canal
Company since 1896, is now in his seventy -
ixtli year of age, having been born in Sept-
•mber 1897. In the absence of other inform-
ation it may be assumed that his advancing
.go is one of the principal causes of the
President's retirement."
The Egyptian Gazette.
Try again. Other information may
put this right.
" Long jump (under 14), prize presented by
George Griffiths, Esq.— 1 Watson, '2 Geddes.
lleralJ and
Very nearly aviation.
Commercial Candour,
i.
'Intending Purchasers of Motor Cars are
requested to inspect and try the ' —
jefore deciding to buy another make. You can
valk comfortably beside one. when travelling
m top gear." — The Statesman (Calcutta).
ir.
"Furnished room, suitable for one or two
lentlemen, for June, July and August ; all
nconvcnierfces." — The Pittsburgh 7'rc.s-s.
A Gleam of Journalistic Modesty.
" The Times to-day publishes the full text
f the whole document. It is quite impossible
for any ordinary morning newspaper to publish
this in extenso, but below will be found a
summary." — Daily Mail.
" Ordinary " is unexpected.
" Mr. and Mrs. Charles Oloyno, formerlv of
Rhyl and now of flint, have just celt-lir.i !..•<!
their golden wedding."
Manchester Weekly Telegraph.
Can this mean that the happy couple
have been hardened by their matri-
monial experiences ?
"Tennis player would like to meet
player, not nc;-rss:irily first-class."
Jioiiriieinoiilh ]>tiihj F.ilio.
This is how we often feel.
Trop de Zele. •
' ' The Pastor will bo glad to know of sickness
in the homes of members of the Church."
\Yortliinij and District Jiajitiut Jlera-ld.
25, 1913.]
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497
Hostess. " OH, I HOPE YOUR DOG WON'T GO INTO THE KITCHEN ', THE FISH FOB BADV's DIXNKR IS OS THE TABLE."
Caller. "I HOPE NOT, INDEED. HE ISN'T ALLOWED TO HAVE FISH."
THE SACRIFICE OF PAUL.
PAUL, when the great Panjandrum I obey
Says to me sometimes, as we leave tho office,
"To-morrow morning I must be away,"
Think you I ask him where his game of golf is ?
Ah no ! I take his meaning ; London lies
Hot as Sahara, pitiless and arid ;
Of course he sorrows for some aunt's demise,
Of course some friend of his is being married.
Such strands of dostiny the wise gods weave
When the long summer hours begin to try meu :
Uncles pop off, and nephews have to grieve ;
Our boyhood's chums are yielded up to Hymen.
Ye3, one and all we have these private claims ;
I, too, about a fortnight from to-morrow,
Mean to attend some knitting-up of names —
A mirthful push, oh Paul, not one of sorrow.
Already I can hear the choir-boys sing,
I see the happy pair, the priest bald-headed ;
And why I want to warn you of the thing
Doubtless you *ve guessed : it 's you I 'm having
wedded.
hush ! site would not like to hear that oath.
I had soni3 thoughts at first of Frank or Walter;
But you are dearer to me, Paul, than both ;
I need the links, you need the nuptial altar.
As for the girl, of course your choice is free ;
My blessings on your heads, you two dear sillies I
Her name, though, should be kept quite shadowy
And non-committal. Let 's say Clara Willis.
A quiet marriage, Paul. I hate to boast
In cases such as this about the presents
And who were there; I ban The Morning Post;
A simple country rite with all the peasants
Strewing the road with hay and flowers of June
(The Squire has dowered you with a silver cruet) ;
It must be in the country, and at noon,
Because I want the whole day off to do it.
You will not, Paul ? Ah, stop, perpend again ;
I think you always loved me as a brother;
This is a little thing ; I must obtain
My two full rounds on some excuse or other.
I like you for the rdle. You gain belief.
I see you playing it with verve and unction,
And I shall love relating to the chief
The story of that blithe bucolic function.
But if you won't — ah well, I care not how.
Golf I must have — my brains are green with mildaw-
Don't be surprised if three weeks on from now
You find me in full mourning, having killed you.
EVOE.
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PUNCH, OR THE LONDON CHARIVARI.
[JUNE 25, 1913.
AT THE PLAY.
"THE FAUN."
ONE is familiar enough with the case
of the Arabian djinn or of the Egyptian
mummy revived and projected into
modern stage-society, there to find
many inventions and modes of speed)
and thought undreamed of in their
philosophy of the remote past. The
initial difficulty, for which a generous
allowance is always made by the
audienca, is to give a colouring of
probability to the resurgence of these
antiques. Mr. KNOBLAUCH makes little
attempt to account for the survival of
his faun in the Italy of to-day ; but
his appearance in England is explained
on the following grounds. He seems
to have been studying the works of
SHELLEY and, having acquired the
language, he comes over to England
to make the better acquaintance of a
country that produced a poet so con-
genial to a child of Nature.
His first experience does not promise
well, for the young gentleman from
whose geraniums he emerges has just
returned from dropping £70,000 at the
races, and obviously has little in com-
mon with the author of Hellas.
However, as soon as the faun has
doffed his unconventional skin-coat
and got a little accustomed to the
irritating coercion of twentieth-century
dress, he proceeds gaily enough to the
preaching of his gospel of Nature and
natural selection ; and the rest of the
play — apart from some negligible dis-
tractions— is a sort of paganized
version of The Passing of the Third
Floor Back.
There is an attractive freshness in
the idea ; but I venture to think that
Mr. KNOBLAUCH has made one or two
errors of judgment. It is true that the
anthropomorphic imagination of the
Greeks, seeking a symbol for certain
forces of Nature, gave to the faun a
human shape. (The Greeks, of course,
called him a satyr, but the faun of the
Romans, a variety of their Faunus, god
of farmers, came to be identified with
the Greek type. Pardon this pedan-
try). But, if more or less human in
shape, in attributes he was animal;
and only less bestial than some of the
semi-deities, say, of Egypt, because he
represented those instincts of the ani-
mal world which come closest to the
primitive instincts of humanity. If,
therefore, we attached to the senti-
ments of Mr. KNOBLAUCH'S faun the
only meaning that they could con-
ceivably have in a faun's mouth, the
topic all the time was animal instincts.
I am assuming, for the author's benefit,
that he intended his faun to illustrate
the more romantic aspects of love, but
he could hardly expect this conception
of the faun-nature to be accepted by
anyone who thought about the matter
at all, and certainly not by those
who reflected that such aspects were
barely recognised in ordinary life by the
ancients who created this type.
At the end, after arranging the best
part of the cast in couples on the lines
of natural selection, the faun is made
to say that ho represented the joy of
life in all its forms ; but it was clear
that he had really been insisting — not
without tact, I admit — on one form in
particular — the joy of animal attraction.
In a matter of detail, but a rather
large one, I think the author was at
fault in permitting his faun to play
BACK TO THE LAND.
Mr. MARTIN HABVEY (under cover) emanci-
pates himself from the bondage of civilisation.
the part of a racing tipster. How he
got the inside information which enabled
him to spot the winner for his patron
in every race that he touched I never
thoroughly understood. His unusually
nice sense of smell could hardly account
for this success; and I viewed with
scepticism the alleged activities of the
bluebottle which served as an inter-
mediary between him and the stables.
I do not, of course, cavil at this magic ;
my complaint is that, while in his
homilies he was denouncing the sin of
worldly greed, he should have given so
much practical encouragement to specu-
lations on the turf.
Another slight flaw was found in the
Suffragette element, which served as
a side issue. It was rather vieux jeu.
The author seemed to have written his
play several years ago, and not revised
it in the light of the latest develop-
ments of militancy.
I cannot say that Mr. MABTIN
HARVEY in his skins recalled very
closely any known representation of the
faun in antiquity. Mr. ERASER OUTRAM,
who piped and danced in Mr. MAURICE
HEWLETT'S Callisto, came much nearer
to the type. But as Prince Silcani (the
title assumed by the faun) Mr. HAIIVEY
suggested rather effectively the irk-
someness of human clothes to a creature
of the woods ; and many of his move-
ments and poises were in the right faun
manner. And it is something to his
credit that the air ho had of pure joy
in living, and making others live, lent
a note of innocence to what might
otherwise, without intention on the
author's part, have been unpleasantly
near to animalism.
Of the other actors, Mr. FRED
LEWIS bore with great good-nature the
reflections passed by the faun on his
rotundity. Mr. BASIL HALLAM was a
pleasant figure as young Lord Stonbury,
and went through the preparatory
stages of suicide — never a very eligible
subject for light handling — with suf-
ficient callousness. But, as no hero
ever kills himself in the First Act, we
allowed his courage a generous dis-
count.
Miss MADGE FABIAN, who played the
ultimate lady of his choice, gave an
excellent account of herself as a good
fellow with a fine disregard for senti-
ment; but I was very sorry for her
when she was required to confess the
latent instincts of sex by swooning in
the arms of the first male who kissed
her. It was the faun ; and, though he
assured her later that he had done it
vicariously on behalf of the man she
loved (who had not been consulted in
the matter), still it looked rather bad
at the time.
Both Miss MURIEL MARTIN HARVEY
and Mr. STAFFORD HILLIARD (as a
futurist) threatened at the start to be
amusing, but they too became victims
of the faun's incurable passion for
pairing people off, and degenerated into
common romantics.
Up to a point the play was fairly
intriguing, for you never quite knew
what the faun was going to do next.
But, when ones we were satisfied about
his design (pseudo-renaissance) and
examined the material of the fabric, we
found it rather unsubstantial. Colour
and a gay fantasy showed in some of
the decorations ; but there were surfaces
also of rather dull plaster. Still the
freshness of the scheme remains, and I
thank Mr. KNOBLAUCH for that. O. S.
"At 102 Buckenham was taken at the
wicket, and 10 runs later fell to a catch at silly
point." — Evening Standard.
Then BUCKENHAM had to go back to
the pavilion.
JLM; 23,
1'UNCir, OR THE LONDON CHAUIVAIM.
499
A MUCII-NKKDED REFORM.
LUMINOUS LKTTKUS.
THE revision of our Impr-rial nomen-
claturc suggested by Mr. HARCOCHT, in
his speech at I ho Corona Club on
Tuesday llio 17th, has elicited a IHIIH-
ber of ink-resting letters from various
notable and notorious publicists.
Professor Sir HUHKRT VON HKK-
KO.MKR, C.V.O., writes: Mr. UAKCOI-UT
modestly <l. vacated tlie substitution of
" Lulaland " for "The East African Pro-
tectorate." For my part I can seo no
objection to the change. I should
certainly have adopted it in bis place.
Captain CHAIU writes : As the re-
naming of portions of the Empire is
now being seriously discussed by the
SECII ETAH v OF STATE FOB TH E COLON IKS,
I beg to suggest that the Orange Free
State Province might very fittingly be
re-christened "Carsonia," to commemo-
rate the efforts of our great leader lj
free Ulster from the fetters of Home
Kule. I have, ii on the best of authority
that in the event of the Governmei.t
Bill passing into law it is proposed to
call Dublin " Devlin," an:l Belfast,
'• Patricksford."
The President of the Eeading Radical
Club -writes : The complete exoneration
of our gifted representative affoids our
fellow-townsfolk a splendid opportunity
of testifying their appreciation in a
concrete fashion. The derivation of
"Heading" from the word "red" is
well established by the best etymological
authorities on place names. What
more grateful way of linking town and
hero together could be devised than by
altering the name of tlie former to
"R-ufusviUo" ?
Mr. BKKNAKD SHAW writes : I can-
not see why the principle of shorter
mimes should be confined to places.
Take for example the case of Govern-
ment Departments. What could bo
more cumbrous than the <: Local
(iovc-mmont Board" when the "Burns
Board" expresses the same thing in
one-third the number of syllables':'
Similarly " Burnsville " is a better
hiT.auso a shorter name than Battersea,
and "Burnsland" is a great improve-
ment on that pseudo-classical mon-
strosity, Nova Scotia. So, again,
11 Sirauss Booth "is a better name than
" Handel Booth," not only because it
saves a syllable, but because Strauss
means an ostrich.
Mr. FALCONER, M.P., writes: No one
can study the question of Imperial
nomenclature without becoming pain-
fully c mscious of its uttsr inadequacy.
For example, we have the Solomon
Islands, but so far we have neither the
Samuel nor the Isaacs Islands. There
are two (ioorgias — but one is in Trans-
WAR INCIDENTS.
(Oxford Street zone.)
Over-zfaJomP.C. (suspicious of concealed Jammer). "Now THEN, NOSE OF THAT. Mov»
ON, THKRE! "
Perfectly Innocent Young Lady. "THEN PERHAPS YOU WILL KINDLY BLOW MY NOSE FOB
ME."
caucasia and the other in the United
States ; Lloyd's. Neck is a peninsula
on Long Island ; and Lloyd is a post-
village of Jefferson Co., Fla., on the
Seaboard Air Line. So, again, the Ural
Mountains are not in Scotland or in
Crete, but in Eussia ! And, lastly,
there is no Oil City in the British
Empire, though there are three in the
United States, including one " on the
Kickapoo River, 18 miles S.E. of
Sparta" — I quote from Lippincott's
dt<~ctlccr.
Mrs. CARRIE CHAPMAN CATT, the
famous American Suffragist, writes :
While this Government is in office
why not change the Scilly Islands to
the Isles of Man and the Isle of Wight
to the Isle of Whitewash ?
" At the top is a finely designed solid silver
ribbon with tho words, ."National Reserve
Challenge Shield." The subject i» the parting
of Hector and Andrew Macho, which sym-
bolises tho spirit of the National Reserve.
The figures of Hector and Andrew Macho are
raised from a silver base, and at the foot a
the motto ' For God, King and Country.' "
The Elgin Courant and Courier.
Tho Mache family was more remark-
able than is generally supposed. Not
only is there this Scotch hero, Andrew,
but Papier Macho did wonders in
France.
"This Attractive Residence, standing in
grounds of 4 acres, near village church and
post. . . . Garden would bo left if required."
Advt. in " Bystander."
Personally \ve always tak3 our own
garden with us when travelling.
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[.JUNE 25, 1913.
CELEBRATED TRIALS.
V.— REX v. SLATTERY.
Martha Slattory, described as a spinster of no occupation,
was brought up on an indictment charging her (1) with
having wilfully abstained from sotting fire to or otherwise
consuming or wiping out one of the statutory Golf Club
Pavilions built in pursuance of the provisions of the Act for
the Erection of Destructible Edifices ; (2) with being an un-
suspected person found at large without intention to burn.
Mrs. Knightley, K.C., and Miss Stoker appeared for the
Crown. The prisoner was undefended by counsel.
Mrs. Knightley, in opening the case for the Crown, said
the prisoner came of a good Irish family, but had for many
years been settled in London, where she lived in a small
way on an annuity of £150. She spent her time and a part
of her income in advocating the cause of homeless dogs and
in taking occasional charge of certain nephews and nieces
of tender years whose mother had suffered the loss of a leg
in a motor-bus accident. Though she had had a good
education, having indeed resided for three years at Girton
College, where she had secured first-class honours in the
Moral Science Tripos, she had never taken any part in the
movement for the enfranchisement of women by violence.
She had refused to belong to the Flames Club.
Prisoner. 1 was never asked. They put me up for
election without telling me and then pilled me.
Mrs. Justice Catmus. What is " pilling " ?
Mrs. Knightley. " Pilling," my Lady, is a process em-
ployed by certain clubs and similar associations for declining
the company of those whom they consider unworthy.
Her Ladyship. The word is not familiar to me.
Mrs. Knightley. That would be so, my Lady.
The Prisoner. It was like their impudence to pill me
when they knew that nothing would induce me to become
a member of their silly club.
Her Ladyship warned the prisoner that no good could
come of these interruptions, the only effect of which was
to damage her case. She (the learned Judge) was prepared
to give considerable latitude in view of the prisoner's not
having counsel to defend her, but there must be a limit to
indulgence, and that limit had now been reached.
Mrs. Knightley, continuing, said the prisoner had had
every chance. Many pavilions, country houses, and grand
stands had -been placed at her disposal, but she had refused
to touch any of them, and had accompanied her refusal
with contumelious expressions which had seriously offended
many of her fellow-women. Her Ladyship would remember
that before the passage of the Act there had been formed a
benevolent society composed of those who, in the words
of JUSTINIAN, " suffragia sive combustions sivs malleis
appetunt." This society still existed, though with a
diminished sphere of usefulness, and its Committee had on
more than one occasion remonstrated with the prisoner on
her inactivity and lack of loyalty to the fundamental
principles of the Cause. It had all been in vain. She
might remind the ladies of the jury that under the provi-
sions of the Act two thousand pavilions were built every
year, the cost being a first charge on the Consolidated
Fund. It was necessary that all these should be duly
burnt before the 31st of December of each year, and the
combustionists were selected by inspectresses appointed
under the Act.
Prisoner. You've got the vote. What do you want to
burn things for now ?
Mrs. Knightley. The Legislature recognised the high moral
value of such burnings and for that reason, as the preamble
stated, had decided to perpetuate them and make them part
of the normal life of the State.
Police Constable Muttonfist was called by the prosecution.
Ho deposed that when he originally arrested the prisoner
she came quietly.
Her Ladyship. Be careful, constable. Are you sure she
did not offer to slap your face?
The Witness. No, my lady.
Her Ladyship. Did she not strike you on the chest with
her fist ?
The Witness. No, nothing of the sort.
Hr.r Ladyship (to the prisoner). You have hoard the very
serious evidence given against you by the constable. Have
you any questions to ask him ?
Prisoner (to the witness). If I had slapped you, what
would you have done ?
The Witness. Lord bless you, I shouldn't have minded.
I should have took you just the same.
Her Ladyship. Restrain yourself, witness. Your tone of
levity is unbecoming.
The prisoner addressed the Court at groat length on her
own behalf. She said she quite realised the gravity of
breaking the law, but her principles compelled her, and
whatever the government might do to her she intended to
go on not burning pavilions to the end of her life.
After the Judge had summed up against the prisoner, the
jury immediately found her guilty, and she was sentenced
to a year's detention in the crater of Vesuvius.
OUR CANDID CRITIC
AT LAST SUNDAY'S CHUBCH PARADE.
THE fine weather encouraged a notable display of fashion
in the Park on Sunday. Seldom have we seen anything
more ridiculous than the figure cut by Lady Soutbford,
who should know by this time that purple doesn't suit her.
Mrs. Freischutz called for no particular comment, but her
lanky daughter, Baba, should remember her size in shoes
before affecting a tight hobble. Colonel Dandrongh was
hardly less humorous in a tight blue frock coat that would
have delighted the heart of GEORGE ROBEY. The Hon.
Mrs. Bargess evidently felt the heat, and, had her dress-
maker allowed her, would doubtless have patronised a chair.
Mrs. Dumbarton Scott was not in good voice, and probably
not more than half the people in the Park heard her inform
Captain Maddison (whose tie was an insult to the public)
that her husband had appendicitis. A ridiculous pug was
leading the Countess of Camperdown into all sorts of trouble,
and had it taken her right out of the Park it would have
shown intelligence as to what is not the correct costume
for a lady of fifty-five summers. Dear old Lady Titherinton
was gambolling among her many friends in a gown of crushed
strawberry, while Madame de Bouillon looked especially
foolish in a hat that might go far to upset the Entente.
There are some necks that make us thankful for the open
neck craze. Miss Ponter's is not one of these, and the two
Miss Croucher-Brownes should remember that, however
shapely theirs may be, Hyde Park at mid-day should not
be mistaken either for the Opera House or the Waters
of Trouville. Altogether an amusing pageant not without
its pathos.
A Boy of the Bulldog Breed.
" In the last two games on the Grange ground, A. S. Nicholson Las
come to the rescue of the home side. For four innings his average is
•2. lie has been twice not out." — Edinburgh Evening Despatch.
Another Higher Critic.
"An interesting and impressive sermon was delivered by the Eev.
W. L. Watkinson, D.D. His text was taken from the ir.'th chapter
of Corinthians, and the 32nd, 33rd, and 34th verses. He dealt -with
it in his own inimical way." — North Herts Mail.
JTOB 25, 1913.] _ PUNCH, OR THE LONDON CHARIVARI.
HISTORICAL TABLEAUX.
(A feature we miss at the Imperial Services Exhibition.)
THE LATEST CONFERENCE AT THE WAR OFFICE TO DISCUSS THE QUESTION OF OFFICERS* PAT.
AUTHORITIES FROM THE WAR OFFICE IN THE ACT OF REALIZING THAT AEROPLANES CAS FLY.
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rxi: 25, 1913.
HINTS TO CLIMBERS: HOW TO ATTRACT NOTICE.
FOLLOW NOTABLE PEOPLE ABOUT AT PUBLIC FUNCTIONS (ASCOT, FOE INSTANCE) AND, AS THEY AKRIVE WITHIN RANGE OF T1IF
SNAP-SHOOTER, ADROITLY CONTRIVE TO BE IN THE PICTURE, SO AS TO APPEAtt IN NEXT WEEK'S PHOTOGRAPHIC PAPERS UNDER THI!
HEADING, "THE DUKE AND DUCHESS OF DUMPSHIRE AXD FRIEKD ! "
A TEMPLE FLOWEE-SHOW.
NOT to go to tho Temple Gardens
on one of these summer evenings to
see the Temple Flower Show is to
miss a feature of the London season.
Even though you dross in your best
and fill your pockets with gold, you
will not find it easy to get inside trie
gardens ; the fuller your purse and the
more glorious your raiment, the greater
will be your difficulty in gaining
admission. The Benchers have in
effect ruled that unless you are some-
thing under five feet tall, with clothes
whoso glory has departed from them,
and with nothing in your pockets but
bits of string, cigarette pictures, portions
of knives and pencils, tin boxes, odd
buttons and treasures of that kind, you
must stay without. But you can see
through, and the whole show is visible
to anybody who does not mind keeping
his nose close against the railings.
Most of the flowers are wild. A
splendid crop of scarlet runners is on
view. One evening last week, I saw
one of them hit a lour perilously near
to a K.C.'s window, and he ran them
out as if a policeman wore behind him.
You will see climbers in great variety ;
it is one porter's work to keep them
from going up the bank after the
fuchsias and geraniums. I caught sight
of a very pretty little creeping Jenny
taking cover behind a big tree on her
way "home," while her pursuer sought
her 'in an altogether wrong direction;
and all this, remember, within sight
and sound of the L. C. C. trams.
" Kowsie, come 'ere, you norty girl,
"relse the gentleman '11 'ave you," called
a mother's help to her charge ; and
thus I learned that one of the most
fascinating exhibits was a rose. Ladies'
slippers were not so plentiful as might
have been expected, the reason being
that to run barefoot upon the grass is
the pleasantest way. But away from
the groups, in a corner by herself,
surrounded, no doubt, by fairies which
she alone could see, there was a little
pink columbine, or my eyes deceived me !
Most of thorn are wild flowers, as I
have said. There are a few of the
more delicate kind, a little sickly-look-
ing, wanting care; but tho more they
appear in this Temple show the wilder
they will become.
A little before seven o'clock is a good
time to walk from Fleet Street through
tho Temple to see the show; do not
make it much later for fear that bedding-
out time should come and cut you off
from your enjoyment of the flowers.
" A lady's gold watch, between Drostdy
Arch and Training College. I'inder will bo
rewarded by returning same to tho Penny
Mail office."
Grocott's Penny Sla'd (Gr.ihamstown).
Not sufficient reward for us.
THE EUNNER-UP;
on, THE EIGHT WAY TO TAKE IT.
SHK moved to music up the aisle ;
He tried to weep and had to smile.
He stooped and touched her bridal
train,
Yet in his heart he felt no pain.
He heard ber promise to obey
And knew 'twould be the other way,
And clasped his hands in silent prayer
For poor Augustus standing thero.
Her heavy father's heavier wiS
He bore as if he relished it,
And drinking deep of doubtful fizz
(At subsequent festivities)
Ho thought: "This courage in cefeat
May seem inhuman ; it is meet
That I should suffer for her sake
Some more or less authentic acha —
'Two slices, please, of wedding-cake 1 ' "
" Piano for sale ; would suit beginner ; also
handy D. B. Hammerless Gun."
ISclfast Evening Telegraph.
The latter for the beginner's audience.
"Nothing but Traiso. Our 4-coursa la.
dinner. Grotto Caf'j."
ilanchatcr Guardian,
A too unsubstantial meal.
1TXCH. OK THE LONDON CHARIVARI.— JI-.VK 25, I'H.'i.
ONE OF OUR CONQUERORS.
iiU 3Ir. Punch's respectful welcome to tho PRESIDENT OF THE FBESCH EEPUBLIC.]
JUNK 25, 1913.]
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ESSENCE OF PARLIAMENT.
(EXTRACTED KHOM THE DIARY OF TODY, 51. V.)
House of Commons, Monday, Jim*1 1 (>.
— The MKMISKK FOB SAHK, \vlioso sym-
pathies are as wide as his views are
impartial, is elate at new turn of
Opposition campaign. Never since
I'ailiamontary history was written has
a belated Opposition, weakened by
infernal dissension, had such stroke of
luck as beneficent Fortune cast in its
way in connection with Marconi busi-
ness. Their management of unexpected
opportunity was equal to its unexampled
:;ir;iiness. By skilful nursing, a cloud
no bigger than a man's hand grew to a
magnitude that bleakly overshadowed a
Ministry which, achieving the GERMAN
EMPEROR'S desire for his country, had
long kept its place in the sun.
But, as SAHK shrewdly points out,
" We can't go on for ever or even for rest
of session harping on one string. In
forthcoming debate the Marconi affair
will reach its climax. To persist in
trotting it out would have effect of
spoiling excellent game. The West
End draper having by dint of bold
advertisement done a fine thing in
Spring goods doesn't continue to exhibit
them through June and July. He has
a clearance sale, and with necessary
but slight alteration in text of adver-
tisement brings out his Summer goods.
Politicians not behind West End
drapers in business aptitude. Marconi
played out. Very well. Play in some-
thing else.
"And they've got it. It's oil —
A shaft from ARCHER-SHEE.
alleged fraudulent dealing in contracts
npply of oil for British Navy.
LATIMER remarked in quite
another connection, may be counted
upon to light a candle in England that
will burn up anything left of Ministry
after devastating result of what may bo
called Marconigrams."
During past ten days been rumbling
liic indicative of attack on Government
from this direction. To-night ARCHER-
Sm:i: makes determined reconnaissance.
Invites PJUME MINISTER to appoint
Committee to examine books of stock-
broker who took advantage of native
simplicity of Master of ELIBANK " with
view of ascertaining whether invest-
ments of Party Funds had been made
in shares of Mexican Eagle Oil Com-
pany." Gallant Major explained that
he was concerned by fact that this
Company " had had and was now
in contractual relations with His
MAJESTY'S Government."
PREMIER gave one of the short but
The HOME SECRETARY moves the
Second Reading.
circumstantial answers that don't
always turn away intelligent curiosity.
" There is," he said, " no foundation
for story of investment of Party funds.
There has not been," he added, " and
is not now any contract between the
Government and the Mexican Eagle
Oil Company."
In ordinary business assembly that
would seem to knock the bottom out
of newly projected enterprise.
" HERBERT H.," says SARK, "is much
simpler than he looks if he thinks he
has even temporarily checked the new
hunt."
Business done. — Second reading of
Welsh Church Disestablishment Bill
moved by HOME SECRETARY.
Tuesday. — " Mr. GLADSTONE ! "
House half-startled to hear again
echoing through the chamber name
familiar in it for more than a genera-
tion. It was the SPEAKER calling
upon Member for Kilmarnock to follow
PREMIER in debate on Second Reading
of Welsh Church Disestablishment
Bill.
In response there rose from bench at
A FRIEND OP COMPROMISE.
(Mr. W. G. GLADSTONE.)
his right hand a tall figure. It bore no
personal resemblance to the illustrious
statesman asleep in Westminster Abbey
these fifteen years. Nor was there
anything recognisable in the tone of
voice or manner of speech. The latter
unillumined by any spark of fire of
eloquence that glowed round the ora-
tions of his grandsire, especially when
there was a Church to be disestablished
and disendowed. The House, fairly
full, listened attentively to a modestly
planned, quietly phrased, well reasoned
speech, which obviously carried with it
the weight of sincerity and honest
conviction.
THE MINORITY REPORT.
(Lord ROBERT CECIL.)
Opponents of Bill had hoped much
from the prospect, at one time pro-
mising, of having a GLADSTONE on their
side. When it was introduced last
session Member for Kilmarnock caused
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PUNCH, OR THE LONDON CHAKIVARI.
[.JUNE 25, 1913.
surprise and mortification in Ministerial
camp by frank criticism. Ho regarded
tlio measure as too relentless in its de-
structive provisions. Something like a
Cave was then formed. If its inmates
were still active and would go the
length of voting against Second Read-
ing Ministerial majority would suffer
useful •set-back.
GLADSTONE speedily undeceived them.
The compromise lie and his friends sug-
gested last year had been rendered im-
possible.
"The attitude of those representing
the Church on the other side of the
House," he said, " has been one
of taking everything and giving
nothing. As friends of com-
promise we are bound to do what
we can against the Party most
opposed to compromise."
So the Cave crumbled in, and
the Moderates going into Division
Lobby with the Government
kept their majority up to ninety-
nine — " 99 in the shade " of the
Marconi muddle.
Business done. — Welsh Church
Disestablishment Bill read a
second time.
Thursday. — After two night/
debate House, by majority of 78,
having heard statements made
by ATTORNEY-GENERAL and
CHANCELLOR OF EXCHEQUER in
reference to purchase of shares
!n American Marconi ( Company,
' accepts their expressions of
regret that such purchases were
made and that they were not
mentioned in the debate on Octo-
ber 11 last, acquits them of acting
otherwise than in good faith, and
reprobates the charges of corrup-
tion brought against Ministers,
which have been proved to ba
wholly false."
Strategic move indicated by this
resolution started yesterday, when
BUCKMASTER, following LORD BOB, still
implacable in hostile criticism, moved
amendment to resolution submitted
by GEOBGE CAVE on behalf of Opposi-
tion. Exultant shout went up from
crowded Ministerial benches. It meant
deliverance from grave dilemma. Op-
position resolution cleverly couched in
form designed to net Ministerial bird.
As far as it went it probably broadly
represented general opinion. Whilst
regretting the Stock Exchange trans-
actions of ATTORNEY -GENERAL and
CHANCELLOR OP EXCHEQUER it la-
mented " lack of frankness in their
communications to the House."
Difficult for Liberals to plump a
negative against declaration thus mod-
erately set forth. But Parliamentary
strategy is a game at which two can
play. CAVE'S card, at first sight bound
to win the trick, was trumped by
UYLAND ADKINS'S with above result.
BONNER LAW'S good generalship in
selection of ground of attack followed
up by admirable choice of Captain to
lead it. GEORGK CAVE, a name not
familiar to readers of Parliamentary
reports, is one of most precious assets
of Opposition in the Commons. Certain
to obtain high office in next Unionist
Ministry whenever, by whomsoever,
formed. His speech justified his repu-
tation for lucid argument presented in
judicral form and manner.
acknowledgment of mistakes made, was
in more militant mood.
In opening sentence it seemed as
if he proposed to carry the war into
the enemy's country. " Confession of
desire to "examine the traditions of
the past with reference to the private
connection of Ministers of the Crown
with trading companies holding con-
tractual relations with the Govern-
ment" seemed naturally to prelude
citation of leading case set forth in
alleged,
THE AMENDE.
(Sir RKFUS ISAACS and Mr. LLOYD GEORGE.)
Excellent effect partly nullified by
HELMSLEY'S performance in seconding
motion. Whilst audience, thronged from
floor to topmost bench of Strangers'
Gallery, waited for the accused to offer
their defence, the virulent VISCOUNT,
with assistance of portentous bundles of
manuscript, stumbled along for three-
quarters of an hour saying nothing with
wearisome iteration of phrases.
ATTORNEY-GENERAL'S speech, when
at length he found opportunity to make
it, was set in a minor key. For
one who, as he said in an eloquent
passage, had for a period of eight
months daily lived among his fellow-
men ." conscious of the pointed fore-
finger" his manner was a little mild.
LLOYD GEORGE, following, whilst ,,„.,.„„
equally submissive and regretful in This sounds bad for Deptford.
Hansard, reporting debate on Address
in session of 1903. There it was
and not contradicted, that of
Government of the day thirty-
three Members, including eighteen
Cabinet Ministers, held between
them sixty-eight directorships.
On reflection the CHANCELLOR
sheared off, content to remain on
the defensive.
To-day manoeuvring for a place
fakes fresh turn. It was PRINCE
ARTHUR who, in emergency re-
asserting his natural place as
Leader of Opposition, showed
the way. In speech equal to
highest effort of former days he
suggested that a form of words
should be adopted permitting
unanimous acceptance. PHEMIEB
eagerly held out hand to seize
the olive branch extended across
the table. There were consulta- !
tions on Treasury Bench and in
his private room. New amend
mont finally drafted, but, since
it did not express regret of the
House at conduct of Ministers,
inculpated, BONNER LAW would
have none of it.
Accordingly, amid scone of in-
tense excitement, House divided ;
Resolution quoted above was
carried and will be entered on
Journals of House.
Business done. — Marconi Com-
mittee's.
A "Circla " Train.
"A special train carrying police and news-
paper reporters was rushed to the spot, and
approaching the robbers quietly in the long
grass, surrounded them."
Daily News and Leader.
"Referring to the purchase of American
shares by Ministers. T/ord Robert Cecil';, daft
report says :— —Yorkshire Post.
And a Tory paper too !
"GUARDS PETROL
ASCOT COURSE."
Ereniny Telegraph and Fast.
What is the Guards' grievance ?
' Since the opening in 1898 of the DeptfurJ
buthsand w.ishhouses it has not baen necessary
to purchase a fresh supply of towels."
Krening Neil's.
JUNE 25, 1913.]
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HARD TO PLEASE.
Local Busybody (as neto residents pass). " AWFUL PEOPLE, MY DEAR. THE MOTHER I so DREADFULLY LOUD, I'M QUITE SURE
SHE ISN'T A NICE SORT OP PERSON; AND AS FOB THE DAUGHTER "
Vicar's Wife. "WELL, SHE LOOKS A NICE QUIET LITTLE THING."
Busybody. "My DEAR, THAT'S JUET IT. I DETEST THOSE QUIET PEOPLE. STILL WATERS RUN DEEP, yon KNOW."
OUR BOOKING-OFFICE.
(By Mr. Punch's Staff of Learned Clerks.)
I SUPPOSE the Novel with a Purpose to be infinitely the
most difficult of any form of fiction to bring to a successful
issue. It is so hard to mould a piece of special pleading
into the shape of art. One remembers, for example, that
unhappy work, Danesbury House, a story in which character
and plot are alike submerged beneath a flood of alcohol.
Mrs. FRANCIS BLUNDELL has been more fortunate. Her
Story of Mary Dunne (MUBKAY) never makes the mistake
i of sacrificing probability to purpose ; and the result is
a tale all the more moving for its careful simplicity.
Much of what the writer wished to bring about, in the way
of punishment for the scoundrels whose victims are the
Mary Dunnes of real life, has already been done by recent
legislation ; but the work is by no means over. I have
spoken of the book as designedly simple ; its action is
confined almost entirely to three characters, Mary Dunne
herself, her peasant-lover Mat, and old Father Delaney, the
parish priest, whose simple credulity in obtaining for his
protf (]<'•<• a situation in England and handing over the girl to
a^ plausible stranger is the innocent cause of her tragedy.
Even Mrs. BLUNDELL has written no more poignant scenes
than that in which poor Father Delaney tries (and fails) to
tell the story of Mary's fate to her uncomprehending mother.
I felt when reading it an emotion of reverence for the writer
who has placed such gifts at the service of a noble cause ;
it is a contribution that can hardly fail of its effect.
Before I read Dr. FITCHETT'S story of Australia in the
making, The New World of the South (SMITH, ELDER),
I was, whether I knew it or not, at the mercy of any
enquiring child who cared to cross-examine me on the
subject. Had one of these dread searchers after truth
asked me how, why, or even when, wo managed to attach
a continent to our Empire, I should have resorted to a
subterfuge and referred him back to his school-boy stories
of the bush, advising him that in this instance the truth
was duller than fiction. As usual in such cases I should
have been hopelessly inaccurate ; for the story of Major
JOHNSTON alone, a man who crushed one insurrection in 1804
and carried out another on his own account in 1808, leaves
the average fictitious hero standing, and the tales the learned
author has to tell of the actual careers of the bushrangers
are quite as startling as anything that has been imagined of
them. I approached the work with some reluctance, as
being confessedly historical and matter of fact ; but in
supposing that I had something to contend with I reckoned
without Dr. FITCHETT. He has done all the contending, to
produce ultimately a book of the size and price of a novel
and also as easily read and digested. The dates and the
statistics are there, but are kept well in control. If it is
an Englishman's duty to his Empire to get to know it
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[JUNE 23, 1913.
thoroughly, and his duty to himself to do so in the most
comfortable way, here is" the opportunity to hegin or, as the
case may be, to finish.
Having myself a nice taste in short stories, I was espe-
cially glad to welcome so choice a collection of them as
this 'that Mr. FRANK HARRIS has made under the title of
Uupath'd Waters (LANE). The author has long been
known as among the very few English masters of this
medium, and you will not have read one of the present
series without becoming happily aware that his hand has
not lost its cunning. There is a fine variety of styles and
subjects, but in each the same sense of distinction. Pro-
bably only the reticence of its treatment saves the first,
"The Miracle of the Stigmata," from the risk of giving
offence ; granted the situation, it is bandied with exquisite
tact and delicacy. I have, however, a personal preference
for the stories in which Mr. HARRIS can give free play to
his somewhat caustic humour. Perhaps the best of these
is " An English Saint," in which the progress of a good-
looking fool, Gerald
Lawrence, from being a
nonentity at Harrow
and Lincoln (under the
mastership of Luke
Rattisori) to a position
of fame and emolument
in the Anglican Church,
is traced with an irony
none the less effective
for its restraint. In one
particular, it may be
noticed, Mr. HARRIS dis-
plays a startling lack of
this virtue. His employ-
ment of real names and
easily recognised per-
sonalities is almost im-
perial in its disregard for
convention. But, of
course, this only adds
to the fun. There are
plenty of good things in
the book, selected, as
the catalogues say, to suit all tastes ; I can only hope that | Horace Walpole's World
there may be many more from the same factory quacy in her treatment,
Family spectres may always look to mo for a cheery
welcome, and when I found that a brown dog was in the
habit of appearing to the Holts at disastrous crises in their
lives I settled down to an earnest perusal of Mr. HALLIWKLL
SUTCLIFFE'S The Strength of the Hills (STANLEY PAUL), for
which, on the whole, I think I may say the merits of the
story rewarded me. There are dull patches in the book,
but not so many as to cause a reader to regret having
allowed himself to make the trip to Yorkshire, personally
conducted by Mr. SUTCLIFFE, who by this time has estab-
lished as clear a title to the Haworth Moorland as the
Holts had to Eller Beck Mead. The Strength of the Hills is
the old, but always readable, story of the sport-loving son
who turns his back on sport and goes to work at an
uncongenial but profitable task in order to wipe off a debt
of honour bequeathed to him by his dead father. When
Squire Holt, having duly seen the brown dog, passed from
this world, his son Roger, though not knowing shalloons
from plainbacks, which, as I need scarcely tell you, is like
not knowing tummits from oats, built a mill on Eller Beck
Mead, and did so un-
commonly well out of
the shalloons that the
debt of honour was paid
off almost before he knew
where he was. And,
after all, for a young
man of Roger's militant
nature, there are worse
lives. At any moment
rioters may coino and be-
' siege your mill and have
to be dispersed with
guns. The description
, of the siege of Eller Beck
'• mill was too brief for
j my taste. It is one of
j the best tilings in the
book, and I should have
liked to linger over it.
Globe-trotter (from U.S.A., doing Europe). "SAT, WILLIE, WHAT'S THE
NAME OF THIS BLAMED COUNTRY?"
In one respect, at any rate, The Law-Bringers (HODDER
AND STOUGHTON) is not short measure, for it is nearly four
hundred pages in length, and has about fifty lines on a
page. Mr. G. B. LANCASTER is also lavish of hyphens ;
from curiosity I counted the crop on page 23 until I came
to " fine-tooth-combs " and did not know whether it ought
to be recorded as a single or as a brace. The book is
concerned with the lives of the Royal North-West Mounted
Police of Canada, and so plentiful are the dangers through
which the two heroes have to pass that it is greatly to the
author's credit to have preserved them to the end. Relief,
however, from the prevailing atmosphere of jeopardy is
provided in the contrast between the characters of Tempest
and Heriot; indeed, I cannot help thinking that Mr.
LANCASTER is most in his element as a psychologist.
Tempest, with his terrific love for Canada, is a most
admirable study, and attracted me more by the workings of
his mind than by his feats of physical endui'ance. Never-
theless, we arc given so many hairbreadth escapes that
readers who like their heroes to exercise themselves solely
between the frying-pan and the fire must not be alarmed
by my advertisement of Mr. LANCASTER'S analytical gifts.
I think that Miss
GREENWOOD, when she
surveyed her study of
BELL), suspected some inade-
for she has given her book
the alternative title of A Sketch of Whig Society under
George III. ; but even as a " sketch " her book is hardly
justified. She has written certain amusing and well-
informed essays on such subjects as "The Ministers of
George III.," "Society in France," "Horry's Duchesses,"
and then clamped them together between two handsome
blue covers. These essays, however, obstinately refuse to
catch either the master of Strawberry Hill or his world.
To anyone who knows nothing of this period very little
solid ground is here to be obtained, whilst for anyone who
knows a good deal there is no fresh discovery nor novel
interpretation. I fancy that Miss GREENWOOD has been
worried by the brilliance, the shining humour and vitality
of the famous Letters and has found so much that is
entertaining that she has been bewildered and has lost
the central theme that would have welded her sketches
together. Her pages are never dull, but they have not, at
the end, quite justified their existence. " HORRY " has,
I think, eluded her, and, smiling, has remained always
just outside her vision. A word of praise must be given to
the excellent illustrations. I like especially the frontispiece,
which shows us the subject of the book more truthfully and
with a finer gaiety than all Miss GREENWOOD'S pages.
Ji-xr: 25, 1913.]
PUNCH, OR THE LONDON CHARIVARI.
509
MARCONI ECHOES.
IT was Henley, and the luncheon-interval drew drowsily to a close.
On the flowery deck of a houseboat, side hy side — indeed they had paired for the day — sat two of our statesmen,
full of meat and drink, and in a state of content which had dulled the last lingering doubt as to whether the
Legislature would be able to carry on without them.
"I wish," said the Eadical, fanning himself with a copy of the anti-gambling Dally News, — "I wish I could get
someone to give me decent odds against New College for the Grand."
" My dear fellow," said the Tory, " nobody bets at Henley. It is one of the few purely sporting meetings left
to this nation of sportsmen. You must have been reading the Majority Eeport of the Marconi Committee. It's all for
gambling among politicians. In future any Minister has only got to say that he's been having a flutter on the
Stock Exchange and .he becomes entitled to a bucket of FALCONER'S best."
" I don't see why Ministers shouldn't gamble if they want to. What have their private affairs to do with their
public duties ? "
" Well, we pay some of them £5,000 a year not to."
" No, we don't. We pay them salaries for the work they do. You '11 tell me nest that a Minister mustn't
marry because marriage is notoriously a lottery."
"But you wouldn't have approved if HALDANE, say, when he was at the War Office, had married -the daughter
of an Army Contractor, would you ? "
" No; but then I couldn't have endured to see him marry anybody. To me, he is the perfect typo of celibacy —
a lesson to us all ! "
" But seriously — we '11 grant that your speculating friends in the Cabinet meant no harm, but mightn't they
hnvo been a little more frank about it all ? "
"But they trere frank. They admitted their mistake when they saw what a mess it had got them into. But
t the time — on October llth — they naturally wanted to avoid the very appearance of evil. Appearances, as you
kr.ow, are so deceptive."
" I noticed, by the way," said the Tory, " that, though these Members confessed a sort of regret for their errors,
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[JUNE 25, 1913.
it was given out that, if a majority of the House expressed itself as sharing that regret, they were prepared to resign.
How do you explain that ? "
" Oh, a very natural and pardonable vanity. They wouldn't care to have their own original views appropriated
by a lot of other people. Besides, when I cry Peccavi, I don't want you to answer, ' So you have ; I thoroughly agree
with you.' On the contrary, I expect you to say, ' Not at all, my dear fellow, not at all.' "
"Which is practically what the majority of the House did say. However, that chapter is closed as far as
Parliamentary verdicts go. But I will just add this parting thrust. When the rest of the scandal has blown
over, LLOYD GEORGE ought still to find his position rather embarrassing. I don't care whether he gambles in
American Marconis or Sumatra Eubber ; the point is that you can't preach from pulpits about the horrors of
unearned increment after you've been doing a deal in speculative stock yourself. Unless, of course, he wants to
illustrate his discourses with an awful example in his own person."
"But why," asked the Eadical, "should you insist on his practising what he preaches? Give me a man
of principles, I say, who knows how to lay down the law ; and anybody else can carry it out. I never confuse the
legislative with the executive function. I agree with BROWNING'S Ogniben, who had seen three-and-twenty leaders
of revolt. ' Ever judge of men,' he says, ' by their professions and not by their performance ; which is half the
world's work, interfere as the world needs must, with its accidents and circumstances; the profession was purely
the man's own.' No, I have no fears for LLOYD GEORGE'S future. Besides, he wasn't speculating at all ; he was
investing for keeps. He said so."
"If he meant it for a permanent investment," said the Tory, "he sold out rather soon— a couple of days or so
later, wasn't it ? But take him at his word and say that he intended this speculative stock to be a source of steady
income for himself and family — then, in that case, I find him a shade too guileless. A man who claims to be such
a child in business matters is far too beautifully innocent for a Chancellor of the Exchequer who has to conduct the
financial affairs of the nation. Hullo ! Who 's the ancient Pierrot in the punt ? "
The Eadical turned and saw a strange figure: obviously a sage, by his air of philosophical detachment
that contrasted curiously with the gay trappings of masquerade.
Conscious that he was the object of remark the Pierrot rose and addressed them.
"Pardon me, gentlemen," he said, "if I have involuntarily overheard your conversation. I will not intrude
upon your political differences, for in these matters I make a point of preserving a nice impartiality. But you were
comparing speculation with investment, and here I have strong views of my own. I am in a position to recommend
to you something which is at once a sound investment producing high interest and also a speculative venture
promising a sharp rise in value. Permit me — "
Thereupon Mr. Punch (for his identity now shone very luminously through his disguise) exhibited, amid
a murmur of applause from the surrounding pleasure-craft, his
Volume,
JUNE 25, 1913.] .
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PARTRIDGE, BEIISAI:I).
Ilaned Out
Blessings of Peace (The)
Five Keels to None
For the Spoils !
Futurist (The)
German Lloyd (The)
In Honour of Bravo Men Dead . .
Latest Scandal (The)
Majesty of the Law (The)
Not Lost but Left Behind . .
One of our Conquerors .
Peace Conies to Town .
Pegasus Appeals
Pleasure Deferred (A)
Al.I.EX, F. L.
Forced Cards ...................
Optimist (The) ...................
AllMlTACE, U. W.
Mountain Hare (The) ...........
Turncoat (The) .................
ATKEV, BERTRAM
Human Handicap (The) .....
BIRD, A. W.
Unexpected (The) ...............
I.IsMor, Miss N. D.
NaUire Knowledge. . .
BKEX, J. T.
London is so Bracing ...........
Mr. Punch's Academy Encourage
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More Academy Encouragements .
Roue Bowl (The) .................
BROWN, C. HILTON
Uarnlet .........................
BI-RXET, W. HODGSON
Arc we too Busy to Think ? ........
Family " Agreement " (A) ........
More Concessions ................
CHALMERS, P. R.
Chosen Saint (A) ..................
Cowslip Wine ....................
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Thames ......
Flighting .......................
I'd have a Dairy .................
If Flowers had Ghosts ...........
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CRESWELL, BULKEI.KY
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DEANI:, Canon A. 6.
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Point of It (The)
Pour hi Patrie
Rig-Time in the House
Ketuni of the Golden Age (The) .
Settled
" Swelling Visibly "
Tangled Skein (A)
Too Many Pips
Vowed to Silence
Wings of Victory (The)
RAVEX-HILL, L.
Another Conference of London . . .
Bayard of Bukharest (The)
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Cartoons.
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Blameless Telegraphy
" liunny Hug " (The)
By Favour of the Enemy
China T. Roosevelt
" Father to the Thought "
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Finishing Touch (The)
Good Boy of the East ( 1'lie) . .
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" Les BeAux Esprita — "
Marconi Octopus (The)
Marking Time
Ministerial Bank Hull-lay 1 )i . ;n
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Professional Jealousy
Road Blocked..
Koad Clear
Scholar- Poacher (The)
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" Time, Gentlemen, Please 1 "
Under his Master's Eye ....
Who 's Afraid 1
TOWN-SEND, F. H.
Swan Song (The)
Turkey in Wonderland
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Second Chest (The) 109
Silent Tear (The) 242
Triumph of Method (Tin1) 860
ECKERSLEY, AKTHl'R
Fashion Notes 302
How to Stimulate Play-going 854
More Dramatic Combines 409
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Temporary Companions 184
EDEN, Mrs.
Epistle to Thomas Black 388
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To my Daughter 459
ELI AS, FllANK
By Favour of the Militants 208
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GRAVES, C. L., AND LUCAS, E. V.
Occ. Verse 496
One More Chapter 178
Ordeals of the Opulent (The) 461
Our Personal Column . . 342
Oxford Intelligence 161
Paving Stones for — 1
Pickwick for Paris 377
Piffle about Penmen 321
Hag-Time among the Poets 178
lied Heads (The) 70
Rival for Caruso (A) 421
Sayings of the Week 239
Si Vieillesse Pouvaitl 277
Songshop (The) 10
Teddy and Edwin 90
Unsettlcr (The) 278
Versatility Champion (The) 358
What every Liberal should know . . 281
Will Power 393
Winter Sportsman (The) 25
Wonders will never cease 446
GORE, Jonx
Third-Single Combat 110
GREY, G. DUNCAN
On a Friend of My Wife's 190
HASLAM, RALPH
Fido 51
Rupert 80
HODGKIXSOS, T.
Before the Tourney -j • :>
Calculated Argument 488
Diagnosis (The) 300
Farewell to Poetry 317
Insoluble Problem (An) ,148
Man's Last Word (A) 107
Picture with a Message (A) 93
HOUSE, P. P.
Literary Notes 278
HCSKEN, J. F.
Unrest in the Cricket Field 418
HUGHES, C. E.
Hole Story (The) 303
INGE, CIIAS.
When War becomes Impossible. . , . 154
JEFFRIES, J. M. N.
Anglo-French Misunderstanding .. 420
512
PUNCH, OR THE LONDON CHARIVARI.
[JUNE 2~j, 1913.
Articles— continued.
JENKINS, ERNEST
Information
It'san 111 Wind --'4
1-atest from the Hivts 4-
Spring Sports 2S
Temple Flower Show (A) 00
Truth out at Last (The) 12
JOHNSTON, ALEC
Address (The) 20
Cure (The)' 48
KELLY, J. G.
Thoughts on looking iliton^li a
Christmas Account Book
KKXDALL, Captain
Food of Love (The) 39
Futility S9C
Morning After (The) 61
Revival (The) 187
Sutfering 11
Superior Dramatist (The) 449
To a Beauty Photographer 2117
KNOX, E. G. V.
Better Way (The) S37
Changeling (The) 222
Deferred Stock 219
Duel(The) 8S
Finance and Fashion 35£
Flutter on the Flat (A) 44
For the Sake of the Few 879
Forty Winks in Fleet Street 442
Hero of the Hour (The) 405
In the Teetii of Resistance 205
last Stand (The) 182
Merry Hind (The) 124
My Play 137
Non Beno Relieta 279
Ponsonby 810
Premature Progress 260
Pressed Critique (The) 249
Renegade (The) 28
Rest Free 482
Sacrifice of Paul (The) 497
Saved 162
Somewhere near Blenheim 301
S.P.l.K.S.A. (The) 174
Spectre(The) 167
Tactful Tenant (The) 101
To the Loaners of Light 7
Torture (The) 4t
Two Epicures : a Fantasy 199
Very Modern Traveller (The) 248
Vision (The) 462
LANG LEY, F. 0.
Cherchez la Femme 474
Detail (A) 201
Excess of Caution 338
Fair Play 400
LANGI.KV, F. 0.
Half nml Hall S3
Hors ile ComUat 42
Joyful Occasion (A) 1
Local Influence 5
I. uve in a Heat Wave 44
Motor-'Ilus Handicap 30(
Past and Present 19'
"Per Pro" 6
Pride and the Fall Ill
Professional Remover (The) 92
Itelurn (The) 30!
Safe Bind, Safe Kind 140
Vernal Kqiiiiiox (The)
LAWS, A. Uor.DON
Blackleg's Conversion (The) 58
Village Scandal 469
LUCAS, K. V.
Once upon a Time 24P, 251, 2S1, 208,
322, 841, 425, 447, iW, 47!', 4t'(!
LUCY, Sir HENIJY
Essence of Parliament weekly during
Session
LULHAM, HABEERTON
"All in a Garden Fair" 290
"Smart "Heart (The) 212
LEHMANN, R. C.
Brighter Cricket 254
Celebrated Trials 410, 430, 400, 470, 500
Dance (The) 89
Family Group (The) 112
Fresh Air 328
Greek Iambics 148
Lcs Affaires Sont Les Affaires 454
Little Bit of Blue (A) 208
Maholi Oalago 342
Moeso-Goths (The). 190
Monkey (The) 370
Mouse-Trap (The) 890
Party (The) 26
Question of Pronunciation (A) .... 130
Recanter (The) 489
Romance of a Bill of Costs (The) . 64
Sad Business (A) 274
Sofa-dog (The) 228
Soliloquy of a Leader 241
Visitor (The) 188
War (The) 294
TcKAY, HEItDEIlT
Long Memory (A) £38
lAKCHDAKK, Miss
Lang Tryst (A) 105
IARTIN, N. K.
Boys of the Day ' 898
Great Cup Tie (The) 108
Latest Cuckoo Lore 179
Year (The) 200
MILNE, A. A.
At the Play 1H, K!
(Jetting Married 314, 340, SCO, 38(
Insurance Act (An) 28i
'•Happy Island" (The) 288
Landscape Gardener (The) 221
Mr. Punch's Didactic Novels 41.
More Successful Lives 0 -4, 42
On the Bat's Back 391
Tragedy in Little (A) 240
William's Secret 300
Winter Sport 102, 110, 134, 160, ItO, 200
" Within the Law " 44(
Muir., WAKD
Hook (The) 23
OCII.VIE, W. H.
On receiving an advertisement of
Pheasants' Eggs 147
PAIN, Miss NANCY
Birthday Present (The) 110
PHILLIPS, 0. K.
Green Jealousy
Labour Settlement (A) 170
POPE, Miss JESSIE
Clue (The) 1 59
Domestic Problem Solved (The) .. 60
High Notes 122
Milo Ateasure (The) 79
Post-Impressionist Puff (The) 819
Queen of the Road (The) 466
Thrush's Song (The) 290
Woolcoinbe Wood again 250
JIGBY, REGINALD
Road to Knin (The) 140
Selling the Dummy 480
Shop 889
RISK, R. K.
To a Dachshund in Spring-time. ... 870
llTTENBEKO, MAX
Fallen Star (The) 4(!f>
Rose-Time 348
ioWAN, HlLL
Millions for the Million 450
Rorneo to Rag-time 286
EAMAN, OWEN
At the Play 15, 34, 72, 90, 120, l:,0, 210,
220, 330, 350, 408, 426, 498
Bachelor Chambers 834
Cable to Quito (A) 474
Conscience of Parliament (The). ... - 76
Great Twin Terrors (The) 88
How to save England on the cheap 154
'In Mentoriam (Captain Scott) 142
" London Look " (The) 214
Love and the Militants .' 96
Love in Absence 234
SEAMAN-, OWKJT.
Marconi Kchoes
Penance
Premier and the Bird (The). . . 2f
Sitting Bard (The) 45
Thoughts on Spring Trouserings . 291
To a very Ordinary Man 43.
To Richard, a Minor Poet :;:,
Two on the Adriatic 374
SiiAi'.n.ET, HUGO.
" O you Mortal Engines " 417
SMITH, BERTRAM
Adjustments 24$
Cricket Reform ] 21'
How to Look on
Neigh hours
On the Beauty of Larini; Two
Dentists 270
Origins
Speeding Up 407
Water Hight (Thn) )6i)
Weapon (A)
SYKES, A. A.
How to Celebrate St. George's Day 327
Insurance against Suffragettes 165
Our Booming Trade 82
Reflected Glory 119
SYMNS, J. M.
Chemist's Dream (The) 270
Mem-Sahib (The) 4M
TOMBS, J. S. M.
Art and Utility 159
Consummation ] oo
Dispassionate Conversation (A). 273
Fairy Tale (A) 057
Home Lies 220
In a City Restaurant 91
In my Album 108
March of Progress (The) 14
Object-Lesson (The) 307
Kunner-up (The) r,02
Yvonne 207
WHITE, E. P.
Memoir of a Celebrated Joke r,~,7
WHITE, R. F.
Another Pathetic Fallacy 14-2
Compensation at Last ::s-j
Consummation Ml
I Ast and Lost :;'.',
Not Cricket 354
Our Festal Anniversaries 326
Sportsman (The) 218
Stronger Links (The) 288
Taking the Plunge '. 446
W0DEHOUSE, P. G.
Charivaria 115, 133, 103, 173, 213, 233, 235
Pictures and Sketches.
ALLINSON, G. W 87
ARMOUR, G. D. . . 17, 35, 73, 93, 113, 131, 151,
197, 229, 249, 271, 289, 309, 327, 349, 369,
391, 427, 407, 481
ARTHUR, EDWIN 138
BAUMER, LEWIS 9, 46, 83, 103, 123, 177, 221,
261, 282, 297, 317, 338, 357, 405, 429, 442,
4G2, 482, 502
BAYNES, PHILIP .... 100, 147, 167, 178, 387
BELCHER, GEOBGE . . 281, 321, 341, 409, 447
BIRD, W. . .109, 198, 233, 253, 278, 298, 332,
372, 386, 413, 431, 473, 487
BLAIKLEY, ERNEST 478
CHENEY, LEO 437
COBB, Miss KUTH 378
FKASER, P 158, 398, 452, 492
GRAVE, CHARLES. .81, 165, 206, 213, 248, 293,
353, 392, 418, 449, 453, 498
HARRISON, CHARLES 54, 150, 311, 411
HART, FRANK 101
HASELDEN, W. K. 84, 72, 90, 120, 121, 150,
210, 226, 268, 288, 330, 350, 408, 426, 448, 498
HORNE, A. E 159, 179, 318
JENNIS, G. C 141, 241, 479
KING, GUNNING 43, 71, 129, 379
LEWIS, F. G 258, 273, 438
MACPHERSON, D 13
MACWILSON, J 393
MILLS, A. WALLIS 5, 33, 51, 64, 89, 104, 121,
149, 161, 189, 199, 231, 239, 267, 301, 329,
351, 361, 389, 397, 421, 439, 489
MORROW, GEORGF. .. 18, 36, 56, 74, 94, 114,
132, 152, 172, 192, 212, 232, 252, 269, 279,
MORROW, GEORGE . . 292, 305, 300, 312, 319,
325, 326, 345, 346, 352, 358, 365, 366, 381,
385, 401, 412, 417, 432, 445, 446, 465, 466,
472, 485, 486, 491, 505, 506, 508
NORRIS, ARTHUR . . 14, 19, 153, 166, 186, 247,
459
PARTRIDGE, BERNARD 1
PEARS, CHARLES 57, 227, 407, 461
PRANCE, BERTRAM 218
RAVEN-HILL, L. 15, 16, 66, 84, 124, 142, 181,
202, 242, 262, 272, 302, 331, 342, 382, 402,
425, 510
REYNOLDS, FRANK . . 10, 23, 91, 99, 115, 207,
219, 277, 299, 339, 377, 419
ROUNTREE, HARRY 251, 259
SHEPARD, E. H. .. 15, 27, 111, 119, 139, 182,
205, 217, 257, 371, 451, 458, 501
SHEPPERSON, C. A. 28, 61, 162, 185, 222, 237,
322, 337, 362, 42-2, 497
SHORE, E. W 193
SIMMONS, GRAHAM 75, 333
SMITH, A. T 25, 41, 63, 79, 169, 187, 287,
313, 367, 433, 471
STAMPA, G. L. . .55, 05, 80, 95, 171, 191, 211,
238, 291, 307, 347, 359, 399
STYCHE, FRANK 133
THORPE, J. H 45, 469
TOWNSF.ND, F. H. 7, 31, 32, 49, 50, 69, 70,
87, 88, 107, 108, 127, 128, 137, 145, 146,
157, 173, 201, 225, 245, 265, 266, 285, 286,
441, 457, 477, 499
WATTS, ARTHUR 209, 373
WHITE, M. H 400
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ITXCIF, OR THK LONDON CHAKIVABI.
COSMETICS: A QUESTION OF TASTE.
HE read his Daily Mail, as I and you,
And scanned the question of the moot cosmetic;
lie lent a patient ear to every view,
The ethic, the eugenic, the aesthetic ;
The revelations shocked him, for, in truth,
He was a prim variety of youth.
The solemn jeremiads of " M.D."
And " Anxious Mother " had his approbation ;
The sage that kept his anonymity
Beneath the veil of " Nature for the Nation"
Our hero liked. He frankly could not hic^e
His scorn of those that took the other side.
His sense of rectitude could never brook
The shameless pleas of unrepentant ladies ;
To him, they had a Babylonish look ;
He saw the cloven hoof, and thought of Hades ;
Yet the conclusion forced upon his wit
Was this, that eveiy woman 's doing it.
" But no," he cried, " t:co rosy cheeks at least
Down to the paint-pot's lure have never knuckled !
TiL'o ruby lips their charm have ne'er increased
With specious art ! " His love o'erheard, and chuckled.
She winked a roguish eye, albeit chaste,
And said, " Dear boy ! Ho has no sense of taste ! "
'UNCH, OR THE LONDON CHARIVARI.
[JULY 2, 1913.
THE LIBERAL CLUB NEXT DOOR.
" There was a sound of revelry by night."
[If these lines eont.iiu an unjust reflection
on his neighbours the poet in\ it.es some better
explanation of the noises proceeding from
their kitchen in the small hours of the
morning.]
I HAVE a flat, a pleasant ilat,
Whose windows look with eyes serene
Across a flowery garden at
The storied Thames ; and, in between,
The Council's trams in steady flight
Humble all day and half the night.
Not these annoy me ; I ignore
The dissipated hours they keep ;
Indeed, their rather soothing roar
Might rock a happier frame to sleep,
Like to the surf of thundering seas
That pound upon the Hebrides.
But on the other side my bed
Stands where a ruder clamour gains
Access to my recumbent head
And works like madness on my brains,
Coming from kitchens which supply
A Liberal Caravanserai.
Fresh from the Lobby's midnight hum
(Leaving the Welsh Church disen-
dowed)
I picture how these revellers come
And give their orders very loud —
Welsh Earebit, and a lager beer,
And other strange nocturnal cheer.
And still they feast till nearly morn ;
From hour to hour, from chime to
chime,
The chef grows wearier, more forlorn,
With toasting cheeses all the time ;
And I must toss about and tear
The remnants of my Tory hair.
This happens when the Party's health
Is but piano (thanks to GEORGE) ;
But what, I ask, will be the wealth
Of Cymric suppers they will gorge
When these Marconi scandals wane-
And LLOYD becomes himself again ?
Mt an while I seek the PREMIER'S ear.
Sometimes I think he seems to lack
A proper knowledge, full and clear,
Of what goes on behind his back ;
So, for his sake — as well as mine —
I take this frank and open line.
0. S.
"Lost on 31st May, between Elie am
Kilconquhar, smooth-haired Pox Terrier
Collar round nook." — East of Fife Record.
And tail at latter end of body.
" During lunch time Bird took four for 54.'
Edinburgh Evening Dispatch.
And yet we grudge these strenuous
athletes their tea interval.
Suggested name for a certain "rare
and refreshing fruit " — the Medlar.
THE COMPROMISE FINE.
i.
'. Fordham, Supervisor of Customs
and Excise, to Murdoch McGavin,
3 Pointings Avenue, Glasgow, N. W.
3rd April, 191-.
I am directed by the Commissioners
of Customs and Excise to acquaint you
ihat they have ordered legal proceedings
;o be instituted against you for KEEPING
^ DOG WITHOUT A LICENCE. They have
jowever authorised me to state that, if
you do not disclaim liability, they are
prepared, having regard to all the cir-
iumstances, and in virtue of the powers
given them by Sect. 35 (1) of the Inland
Revenue Regulation Act, 1890, to stay-
proceedings provided you pay forthwith
ihe sum of FIVE SHILLINGS. I shall
therefore refrain from taking further
steps for ten days from the date of this
etter so as to give you the opportunity
of paying the above amount. If you
avail yourself of that alternative, the
amount should be paid or remitted to
ME within the time named.
ii.
Murdoch McGavin to R. Fordham.
1th April, 191-.
I have your favour of 3rd inst. in-
dicting me for keeping a dog without a
licence, and suggesting that I should
pay .a fine of 5s. to stay further pro-
ceedings. It is true that I overlooked
this matter till 17th March, when you
sent me an official inquiry. I then
took out a licence and intimated the
fact to you. I can only assume that
the charge you make refers to the period
between 2nd Jan. and 17th March.
But as the alleged offence must be
purely a technical one I am at a loss
to understand why you should threaten
me with legal proceedings. It is
perhaps not , a. wholly irrelevant fact
that my dog died on 27th- March, and
that I shall therefore be guilty of keeping
a licence without a dog for fully three-
quarters of the current year. If you
think it necessary torgo any further in
this matter, I shall . be glad to be
favoured with your observations or
these facts.
P.S. — If I am entitled to a rebate for
the unexpired period of my licence
perhaps you will be so kind as to refer
me to the proper form.
in.
R. Fordham to Murdoch McGavin.
10th April, 191-.
In reply to your letter of 7th April, '.
may say that there appears to be n
doubt that an offence was committed
That being so, the Board are acting
leniently in giving you the option o
paying the Compromise Fine.
IV.
Murdoch McGavin to R. Fordham.
llth April, 191-.
I have to thank you for your letter of
esterday, and note that you are now
n some doubt whether an offence has
n committed. You say " there
ippears to be no doubt," which shows
hat there is room for considerable
[ubiety. In these circumstances I am
sorry I cannot agree with you in your
pinion that the Board is treating me
eniently. In my opinion the Board is
hreatening purely vexatious pro-
ceedings against a regular taxpayer,
ind the suggestion of a Compromise
?ine seems to come perilously near
:ompounding an alleged felony. You
lave omitted to refer me to the proper
orm of application for rebate on the
jnexpired period of dog licence, and I
shall be obliged if you will kindly do
;his within ten days of the date hereof.
\ly wife wishes me to add that she
considers it heartless on the part of
your Board to write as you have ione
so soon after the death of poor Ponto.
v.
R. Fordham to Murdoch McGavin.
13th April, 191-.
I have to refer you to my letter of
LOth April, advising you that, in the
opinion of the Board, an offence has
en committed. The period allowed
'or payment of the Compromise Fine
:ias now expired, but the Board will
accept the tine if sent .within five days
'rorn the date hereof.
VI.
Murdoch McGavin to R. Fordham.
16th April, 191-.
I have your letter of 13th April and
note contents. I must remind you
that you have neglected, in spite of two
inquiries, to refer me to the proper
form of application for rebate on unex-
pired period of dog licence. This is not
in keeping with the usual courtesy of
your Department. If I am entitled to
repayment there would be a small
balance in my favour, even if the
Compromise Fine were legally exigible,
as I am advised that it is not. I make
out that the difference between three-
fourths of 7s. 6(7. and 5s. amounts to l^d.
This is, of course, without prejudice, and
is not to be founded upon by your Board
as an admission by me of the technical
offence you allege. I shall he glad to
hear from you at your convenience.
VII.
R. Fordham to Murdoch McGavin.
nth April, 191-.
In reply to your inquiry of yesterday
I have to state that no rebate can bo
allowed in respect of any dog-licenc
PUNCH, OR THE LONDON CHARIVARI.— JULY 2, 1913.
LANSDOWNE ENTERS THE LISTS.
JULY 2, 1913.]
PUNCH, OR THE LONDON CHARIVARI.
"NOW ItEIlE, SlB, FOB EIGHTEEN-AND-SIX \VE HAVE AN INFALLIBLE "
"No, THANKS; NONE OP YOITB IIAIR-BESTOBEBS." "THEN YOUB BALDNESS BE on TOUB OWN HEAD, Sm."
licence permits you to keep one dog
at iiny time during its currency. You
h:i\r the recourse of getting another
flog.
VIII.
Ifttnloch McGavin to 7?. FordJiam.
'22nd April, 191-.
I have to thank you for your reply
to my inquiry, and am surprised to
li'uru that no rebate is allowed in re-
spect of an unexpired dog licence. I
do not quite understand your reference
to the currency of the dog. I should
have, thought that the currency of the
dog ceased with its death. On this
point my wife wishes me to say that
*1 10 would never think of replacing
poor 1'onto within a year of his demise,
:ind si 10 is surprised that anyone should
such a reproach to his memory.
IX.
. Fordham to Murdoch McGavin.
'23rd April, 191-.
I receive remittance of FIVE
SHILLINGS by return of post I shall
understand that you disclaim liabil-
ity, in which case proceedings will be
instituted forthwith.
x.
Murdoch McGavin to B. FordJiam.
6th May, 191-.
The summons with which you threat-
ened me on 23rd April, and which
should have been delivered about 26th,
has never arrived. As a regular tax-
.payer I musfc protest against your
dilatory way of conducting the business
of your Department.
XI.
The Same to the Same.
15th May, 191-.
I am still awaiting the summons
which you promised me would be
delivered immediately after your letter
of 23rd April. As I am most anxious
to have a public opportunity of clearing
my character of the. unfounded slander
which you have laid upon it, I must
insist upon receiving the summons
within ten days of tho date hereof. In
the event of your failure to comply
with this request, I shall be forced to
send a copy of this correspondence to
Sir Francis Tribble, Somerset House,
and also to The Times.
XII.
The Same to the Same.
26th May, 191-.
The ten days' grace mentioned in
my letter of 15th May having now
elapsed, I must request you to forward
a summons by return of post. If yon
fail to do so, I shall follow the course
indicated in my letter, and thereafter
institute legal proceedings for defama-
tion of character.
XIII.
B. FordJiam to Murdoch McGavin.
27th May, 191-.
The Board instruct me to acquaint
you that, in the special circumstances
of your case, they do not propose to
take any further action. I have to add
that no reflection on your character
lias been intended or could be implied.
XIV.
Murdoch McGavin to B. Fordham.
29th May, 191-.
I accept your apology and, in the
special circumstances of your case, have
instructed my lawyers to stay proceed-
ings. Kind regards to your Board.
PUNCH, OR THE LONDON CHARIVARI.
[JULY 2, 1913.
GUN-RUNNING.
THE children of the Opposition
Member were congregated on the lawn
preparatory to acting their original,
topical, pastoral play, entitled The
Gun-Runners. Harold, aged 11 and a
born commander of men, gave his final
instructions.
"Now, you're Sir Edward Carson,
Reggie. And, Winnie, you 're Mr. Red-
mond. When
If I'm Mr.
playing,
I 'm not
Actresses
m Mr. Redmond
pouted Winnie,
are like that sometimes.
" Oh 1 all right, then. Reggie '11 have
to be Redmond."
" Not me," said Reggie decidedly.
" I 'm Carson, and don't you forget it."
Stern martinet as he was, there
were occasions which rendered Harold
susceptible to the
noblest impulses of self-
sacrifice.
" Very well, then. If
you 're such a couple of
kids, I'll be Redmond,"
he said. " Win, you can
be Keir Hardie."
" Why, what 's he got
to do with it ? "
"Nothing that I
know of."
" Well, why's he in
it?"
" Look here, if you 're
going to be so beastly
inquisitive, I won't let
you play at all. Who
do you want to be, any-
way ? "
" Lord Roberts," said
Winnie.
" I don't see what —
Oh 1 well, I daresay we can work
him in somehow. Now you see the
summer-house in the corner? Well,
contraband articles. Pointing with
incriminating finger at the suspicious
object the Home-Ruler cried, " What
have you in that box, Sir Edward? "
"Rifles," replied Sir Edward, with
commendable promptitude.
" Silly little as3. You don't say
' Rifles ' ; you say ' Bananas ' or ' Pianos.'
Anything but ' Rifles ' 1 "
Then he repeated in the imperious
voice that suited him so well, " What
is in that box, Sir Edward ? "
" Croquet mallets. You know they
are ! "
" I think not, Sir Edward. Kindly
let me see inside that case."
" Shan't," replied the learned gentle-
man stoutly.
" No, don't let him," agreed Lord
Roberts, with warmth.
" I would remind you, Sir Edward,
PLAYWRIGHTS IN SEARCH OP NOVELTIES GO TO CHINA (SEE THE YELLOW
JACKET). THEY MIGHT GO ALSO TO THE SOUTH SEA ISLAND OP ALMINTO, WHERE
A DRAMATIC CRITIC IS ALWAYS ON THE STAGE. IT IS SAID THAT THE HISTRIONIC
ART OP ALMINTO is REMARKABLE CHIEFLY ron ITS RESTRAINT.
that's Italy, where the rifles come from.
This is England in the middle of the
lawn, and that's Ulster by the rockery.
You two have got to get the rifles past
me and land them in Ulster. See ? "
" Oh ! that 's easy," said Reggie.
" Is it ? " replied Mr. Redmond,
grimly. "Are you ready? Come on,
then." At which
Roberts and Sir
raced madly in the
command Lord
Edward Carson
direction of Italy
and began to stagger heavily back
across the Continent under the weight
of a long wooden box. Vainly they
tried to circumvent Mr. Redmond,
sometimes making remarkable circuits
via Norway and occasionally dodging
" Out of Prance into Spain,
Over the hills and back again."
At last they found themselves up
against it on English soil. Mr. Red-
nond had actually laid hands upon the
that the laws of this country expressly
forbid—"
What promised to be an excellent
sentence, spoken with admirable re-,
straint, was here brought to an abrupt
termination. Paterfamilias had made
a leisurely but at the same time
dramatic appearance at the drawing-
room French windows.
It was a mean advantage, but for
the sake of the cause Sir Edward
felt justified in using the vilest strategy
to gain his end. "Look! There's
Father ! " he shouted, thereby causing
Mr. Redmond to turn quickly and for
one brief second to forsake his respon-
sibilities. The second was enough for
Sir Edward and Lord Roberts. Simul-
taneously they grabbed the case of rifles.
"Come on, Bobsl" shouted Sir
Edward. " Ulster for ever 1 " And
with a superhuman effort they made
all speed for Ireland. The Grand Coup
was so sudden and so effective that,
with their pursuer still yards behind,
they succeeded easily in dumping their
cargo on Ulster territory.
" Well, now that we 've got here,
what are we going to do with Red-
mond ? " asked Lord Roberts.
" Tie him up and brain him," replied
the other bloodthirsty conqueror.
Meekly, with a smile that tried to
look sad upon his proud young features,
Mr. Redmond submitted to the tying-up
process. That done, his captors pro-
ceeded to burst open the case and
extract a hefty croquet-mallet. Sir
Edward, raising this on high, cast a
questioning glance at Lord Roberts.
The latter, with memories of a certain
lavish cinema display, slowly turned her
right wrist until the thumb pointed mer-
cilessly downwards. And then, just
as the murderous implement was about
to fall, a clarion voice caused a sudden
stay of execution.
" Stop ! " cried the
| Father of the players.
' " I Ve been watching
you all the time. You're
doing it entirely wrong.
In the first place, why
drag in Lord Roberts ?
Then you should really
remember your geo-
graphy, Harold. You
seem to have made no
allowances for the
North Sea and the Irish
Channel. And in this
connection the ex-
cellence of your main
idea is distressingly
marred by the reflection
that these rifles would
never travel by land
at all. They would
be shipped direct from
Italy, to avoid the risk of confisca-
tion attendant upon the transport of
any such consignment across Europe
and England. Then to turn from the
practical to the moral side. You two
victorious invaders — are you going to
forget that you are Britons? Would
you inflict the death penalty upon Mr.
Redmond without so mucli as a trial ? "
A look of uncertainty passed between
Sir Edward and Lord Roberts. For
a space the fate of Mr. Redmond hung
in the balance, until that gentleman
himself turned the scale by remarking
none too politely, " Look here, Father!
If you think you know more about
this business than we do, you 'd better
come and play Redmond yourself. I 'm
sick of the part, anyway. Ah ! you
don't fancy it either. Then please
allow us to continue." And, expanding
his chest as fully as the cruel bonds
would allow, he looked steadily into
the eyes of his arch-enemy, and said,
" Strike, Carson ! Erin go bragh ! "
2, inn.]
rrxrir, ou TIIK LONDON- (UIAUIVAIM.
THE CORRECT ATMOSPHERE.
'•Jtrsi IN TIME. WE "BE OFF TO SEE MY KEW ALPINE BOEDER AT THE TOP OF THE GAP.DEN.
Al.EC, AND JODEL WHEN YOU 'BE BEADY."
HITCH ACSTIE ox BEHIND YOU,
THE MARVEL OF IT.
(A Rhapsody of Subterranean Travel.)
OH, not the seed of fire I praise
In busy circuit running round,
Whenas by labyrinthine ways
Each morning on the Underground
I journey — not the infernal skill and not the force profound ;
Not all the system vast and strange
Which shoots us Citywards like peas,
The " bullet " of impetuous range,
The lift, the oceanic breeze ;
Let mightier bards than I hold forth on such dashed things
as these.
To simpler phantasies I soar,
A homely and bucolic theme :
As through the tunnelled night we roar
Of flowery pasture-lands I dream
And the red steers of Hereford knee-deep in some cool stream.
The maze of this mechanic mole
Affects me not at all. I spy
The stern-faced ruminants who roll
On meadow margents of the Wye ;
Theirs is the praise I sing. No other help but theirs is nigh.
For one of these it was, I think,
A stalwart beast of splendid thews,
That passed to death from that low brink
Well loved, and amaranthine chews
Of the lush grasses, and the wild flowers wet with pearled
de\vs,
And gave a portion of his strong,
Ilis undefeated epidorm
To make me my familiar thong,
Whereunto like a dangled worm
Pendent from first to last — yet still in that strong succour
firm—
Always I cling. Nor I alone ;
The other day a stoutish chap
Shared in my labour and my moan,
Co-dancer on the selfsame strap ;
Yet still the tough trape/e availed ; wo plumped on no
. one's lap.
Small wonder then that I should think
Fondly on this, and pay no heed
To larger glories of the " link,"
Its might, its magic and its speed,
But boom the hide of England's ox, still staunch at
England's need! EVOE.
"Dalkey's Island, n few hundred miles from the mainland, is an
ideal spot for picnics." — Add. in " Daily Mail."
Herbert (to his u-ife, who is undoing the hamper): "No,
dear, I will not go back for the mustard. The corkscrew
last week was different. It was much calmer then."
" According to the calendar Saturday was the longest day in the
year, the sun rising at 3.26 a.m. and setting at 8.37 p.m. For a
day or two there will be no apparent difference in the length of the
days, but of course the change will become more marked with tho
progress of time." — Belfast News Letter.
, Indeed, as wo get near to Christmas it should be quite
noticeable.
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PUNCH, OK THE LONDON CHARIVARI.
[JULY 2, 1913.
LORDS TEMPORAL.
WE have eight clocks, called after
the kind psople who gave them to
us. Let me introduce you : William,
Ivlward, Muriel, Enid, Alphonse, Percy,
Henrietta and John— a large family.
" But how convenient," said Celia.
" Exactly one for each room."
"Or two in each corner of the
drawing-room. I don't suggest it; I
just throw out the idea."
" Which is rejected. How shall we
arrange which goes into which room?
Let 's pick up. I take William for the
drawing-room ; you take John for your
work-room ; I take —
"Not John," I said gently. John
ig John overdoes it a trifle.
There is too much of John; and he
exposes his inside — which is not quite
nice.
" Well, whichever you like. Come
on, let's begin. William."
As it happened, I particularly wanted
William. He has an absolutely noise-
less tick, such as is suitable to a room
in which work is to be done. I
explained this to Celia.
" What you want for the drawing-
room," I went on, " is a clock which
ticks ostentatiously, so that your
visitors may be reminded of the flight
of time. Edward is a very loud
breather. No guest could fail to notice
Edward."
" William," said Celia firmly.
"William has a very delicate in-
terior," I pleaded. " You could never
attend to him properly. I have been
thinking of William ever since we had
him, and I feel that I understand his
case."
"Very well," said Celia, with sud-
den generosity ; " Edward. You have
William ; I have Alphonse for the
dining - room ; you have John for
your bedroom ; I have Enid for mine ;
you —
" Not John," I said gently. To be
frank, John is improper.
" Well, Percy, then."
" Yes, Percy. He is young and fair.
He shall sit on the chest-of-drawers and
sing to my sock-suspenders."
" Then Henrietta had better go in
the spare-room, and Muriel in Jane's."
" Muriel is much too good for Jane,"
I protested. " Besides, a servant wants
an alarm clock to get her up in the
morning."
" You forget that Muriel cuckoos.
At six o'clock she will cuckoo exactly
six times, and at the sixth ' oo ' Jane
brisks out of bed."
I still felt a little doubtful, because
the early morning is a bad time for
counting cuckoos, and I didn't see why
Jane shouldn't brisk out at the seventh
oo " by mistake one day. However,
Jane is in Celia's department, and if
Celia was satisfied I was. Besides, the
only other place for Muriel was the
bathroom ; and there is something
about a cuckoo-clock in a bathroom
which — well, one wants to be educated
up to it.
"And that," said Celia gladly, "leaves
the kitchen for John." John, as I think
I have said, displays his inside in a
lamentable way. There is too much of
John.
"If Jane doesn't mind," I added.
" She may have been strictly brought
up."
" She '11 love him. John lacks reserve,
but he is a good time-keeper."
And so our eight friends were settled.
But, alas, not for long. Our discussion
had taken place on the eve of Jane's
arrival ; and when she turned up next
day she brought with her, to our horror,
a clock of her own — called, I think,
Mother. At any rate, she was fond of
it and refused to throw it away.
" And it 's got an alarm, so it goes
in her bedroom," said Celia, " and
Muriel goes into the kitchen. Jane
comes from the country, and the cuckoo
reminds her of home. That still leaves
John eating his head off."
" And, moreover, showing people what
happens to it," I addedseverely. (I think
I have already mentioned John's foible.)
" Well, there 's only one thing for
it; he must go under the spare-room
bed."
I tried to imagine John under the
spare-room bed.
" Suppose," I said, " we had a nervous
visitor . . . and she looked under the
bed before getting into it ... and saw
John ... It is a terrible thought,
Celia."
However, that is where he is. It is
a lonely life for him, but we shall wind
him up every week, and he will think
that he is being of service to us. In-
deed, he probably imagines that our
guests prefer to sleep under the bed.
Now, with John at last arranged for,
our family should have been happy ;
but three days ago I discovered that it
was William who was going to be the
real trouble. To think of William, the
pride of the flock, betraying us !
As you may remember, William lives
with me. He presides over the room
we call "the library" to visitors and
" the master's room " to Jane. He
smiles at me when I work. Ordinarily,
when I want to know the time, I look
at my watch ; but the other morning I
happened to glance at William. He
said " twenty minutes past seven." As
I am never at work as early as that,
and as my watch said eleven-thirty,
I guessed at once that William had
.topped. In the evening — having by
.hat time found the key — I went to
wind him up. To my surprise he snid
" six-twenty-five." I put my ear to
Iris chest and heard his gentle breath-
ing. He was alive and going well.
With a murmured apology I set him
to the right time .... and by the
morning he was three-quarters of an
hour fast.
Unlike John, William is reticent to a
degree. With great difficulty I found
my way to his insides, and then found
that he had practically none to speak
of at all. Certainly he had no regulator.
" What shall we do ?" I asked Celia.
" Leave him. And then, when you
bring your guests in for a smoke, you
can say, ' Oh, don't go yet ; this clock
is five hours and twenty-three minutes
fast.' "
" Or six hours and thirty-seven min-
utes slow. I wonder which would
sound better. Anyhow, he is much too
beautiful to go under a bed."
So we are leaving him. And when
I am in the mood for beauty I look at
William's mahogany sides and am
soothed into slumber again . . . and
when I want to adjust my watch
(which always loses a little), I creep
under the spare-room bed and consult
John. John alone of all our family
keeps the correct time, and it is a pity
that he alone must live in retirement.
A. A. M.
ONCE UPON A TIME.
UPS AND DOWNS.
ONCE upon a time towards the end
of June the birds gathered together to
compare notes as to the nesting season.
It is a regular habit — a kind of stock-
taking.
" And what has been your luck ? "
the owl asked the plover.
" Half - and - half," said the plover.
"My first clutch of eggs — beauties
they were, too — were found by a farm
boy, and within a couple of days t'--.8y
were in the oesophagus of a pretty
actress at thQ Savoy, at one - and - six
a-piece ; but I need hardly say," added
the plover with a wink, "that it was
not the little lady herself who paid for
them.
" So I laid again," the plover con-
tinued, " and this time we pulled
through; and this very morning I've
been giving my family a lesson in
taking cover. The difficulty is to make
them keep their silly little beaks shut
when they 're in danger : they will cheep
so, and that, of course, gives the show
away. Still, chicks will be chicks, you
know."
"Yes, indeed," replied the owl;
"but years will put that right only
JULY 2, 1913.]
PUNCH, OR THE LONDON CHARIVARI.
HINTS TO CLIMBERS: HOW TO ATTRACT NOTICE.
V. DlNE AT SMAUT RESTAURANTS AND FORGET ALL YOU EVER LEARNT OP TABLE MANNERS.
too successfully ; " and both birds
sighed.
" Yes," said the nightingale to the
woodpecker, " I managed capitally. I
had a wonderful season. Every night
people came to hear me sing ; CARUSO
and MELBA couldn't have more devoted
audiences. We brought up a healthy
family, too, with strong musical ten-
dencies. In fact, it wasn't till yesterday
that anything went wrong; and that
wasn't exactly a calamity, although it
hurt me quite a little bit."
" Tell me," said the woodpecker.
" With pleasure," said the night-
ingale. " It was like this : I was in
the hedge just as that nico lady at the
Grange came along with her little girl,
and tho little girl saw me and, as
children always do — you 've all heard
them time and again — asked the
mother what that pretty brown bird
was called. Now this, you must under-
stand, is the lady who has been leaning
out of her window every night all
through June just to hear me sing;
but what do you think she said to the
little girl in reply ? • That brown bird,
darling ? That 's only a sparrow.' "
"You've been as immoral as usual,
I suppose?" said the thrush to tho
cuckoo.
" Quite," said the cuckoo, " if by
immorality you mean taking furnished
lodgings for my family instead of going
in for building and small ownership,
like you."
" That 's not wholly what I meant,"
said the thrush. " There 's such a thing
as taking furnished apartments and
paying for them, and such a thing as
depositing your family there and never
showing up again."
" Still," said the cuckoo, " it 's a very
small family— only one. Smaller even
than a French family."
"I wish, all the same," said the
thrush, " you 'd tell me why you are so
averse from building."
" I don't exactly know," said the
cuckoo, "but I think it's fastidiousness.
I never can find a site to suit me.
Either there 's no view, or the water 's
bad, or I dislike the neighbours ; try
as I will, I never can settle. So there
you are 1 "
" And who, may I ask," said the
thrush, " has had the honour of foster-
mothering your illustrious offspring
this season ? "
" Tho nuthatch," said the cuckoo ;
" and she wasn't half disagreeable about
it either. While as for her own children,
j the little pigs, they couldn't have taken
it with less philosophy. Grumbled
day and night. My poor boy was jolly
glad when he was fledged, I can tell
you."
" What are you going to do with
him ? " the thrush asked.
" I haven't made up my mind," said
the cuckoo. " What do you advise ? "
" Apprentice him to a builder," said
the thrush as he f!ew away.
Final.
" Mrs. A. P. Payne, General Hospital, will
not be at home to-day, owing to her absence
from home."— Brisbane Courier.
"THE MINISTER'S WIFE.
By One of Them."
From list of contents of " Life and Work."
A Mormon minister, we trust.
' ' Tho bridal pair motored to the station
en route for Hubertusstoch, where the honey-
moon will bo spent, cheered by enormous
crowds." — Cape Times.
Not our idea of a honeymoon.
"Stevens, who is only twelve years old,
has now played four 3-figure innings three
of which were centuries, for his school."
Hampstead Advertiser.
Possibly the remaining effort consisted
of three singles.
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PUNCH, OR THE LONDON CHARIVARI.
[JULY 2, 1913.
CHARIVARIA.
As a result of the slowness of the
Government in appointing a Poet;
Laureate, we are still without an
oilicial Marconi poem resording ade-
quately the famous victory of the
Government. ... ...
" Lord Mi'iiiiAY must he very thick-
skinned," remarked a Tory the other
day. As a matter of fact we helieve he
now lias an oil skin.
The improvement of the road exits
from London was foreshadowed by Mr.
LLOYD GEORGE at the first sitting of
the International Eoad Congress. It
is hoped that this may make the
Government less nervous about going
to the Country.
tendency lias been of late to get a
better class of prisoner there.
"Hen" parties, Tlu F.ri'nni.j Xi-irs
tells us, were a feature of Ascot Sunday
on the river this year. Fortunately
there seems to have been no accident
attributable to these boats with no cox.
Mr. HARRY LAUDKK preached last
I week at the Castle Green Congrega-
tional Chapel, Bristol. He appears to
have been the greatest success, and we
can picture the sacred edifice ringing
again and again with merry laughter.
In his speech at the annual dinner
of the Associated Booksellers, Mr. HALL
CAINE, in referring to the sevenpsnny
reprints, pointed out that our publishers
NICHOLSON once wrote a novel entitled
The Port oj Missing Men.
No, my child, the Omnibus Box at
the Opera House is not the placu where
the conductor sits.
•'.'• *
The art of repartee in this country
has received a blow from which it will
take it some time to recover. A fire at
Swansea Yale Spelter Works last week
destroyed 4,000 retorts. .
Professor KROMKCJKR, of Brolau,
predicts that three thousand years
hence all males of the human species
will be bald-headed. It is a long time
since the brush and comb trades have
been so depressed.
A Berlin paper has
started a prize symposium
on the question, " Who is
the most stupid man in
Berlin?" Such is the
respect for the bureaucracy
there that all the local
officials, we understand,
are hors coiicours.
It was perhaps a little
bit tactless on the part of
the gentleman who drew
up the menu for' the
Admiralty dinner to the
French officers that it
should have included
" Creme Germiny."
The Norddeutsche AU-ije-
mcinc Zeitung says that
congratulations on the —
occasion of the EMPEROR'S Jubilee from
foreign Sovereigns and Heads of states
were so numerous that it has been
decided not to publish them or the
replies. It is hoped that this will put
a stop to the nuisance.
Mr. JOHN WILLIAM GRIFFITH, of
Shepton Mallet, who celebrated his
ninetieth birthday last week, has
spent seventy-three yeais among the
heeses. He gives them the highest
character for quietness and general
jehaviour.
1- -I-
The BRAZILIAN PRESIDENT has sanc-
tioned a decree establishing Greenwich
time in Brazil. Over here we still
reckon by rag-time.
The conditions prevailing at the
famous Sing-Sing prison in New York
are declared to ba most inhumane, and
are to be the subject of enquiry. The
matter is an important one, as the
A New Disease.
'• Mrs. stated that L,T
son was a good boy. ... A
littlj while ago he had tuber-
culosis of the not only of tlie
bishop and his clergy but also
lung. ' ' — Eastbourne Gazette.
Fortunately " Tuberculosis
of the bishop" is very un-
usual in this country.
"ANYTHING IN THE FAXCY-TIE LINE, SlR ?
The following genuine
letter reaches us from an
Irish correspondent : — •
"To Mr. — —
Sir, — I should have sent on
the interest to you on the
money and am I told that you
are dead, and if so please tell
me who I am to send it on
two but I hope it not true. I
bs very sorry, and very much
oblige.
Yours sincerely, ."
were now giving the public " the
masterpieces of literature at the price
of a glass of brandy." One of the
inevitable drawbacks of success is that
one is charged sovenpence for a glass
of brandy. £ ...
" Why not cow-catchers for race-
horses ? " suggests a correspondent
with the view of minimising the danger
of such incidents as took place at Epsom
and Ascot. ... ...
The demand for Life Guards for
Motor Omnibuses continues to be
pressed. The War Office, however,
is not prepared to risk the lives of
these valuable soldiers in such service.
The appointment of Mr. MEREDITH
NICHOLSON to the post of American
Minister to Portugal seems an appro-
priate one. Mysterious disappearances
of political opponents of the present
regime are reported from Lisbon. Mr.
<:Q.ieen Victoria
.
gave birth to a son this morning."
Irish Independent.
Won't Dr. SALEEHY be pleased !
."Can a gentleman recommend a \\vll-
mannered boy, strong, good appeamncv, as
Boy-Footman? Age 1C ; height 0 ft. 7. Town
and country." — Church Times.
We know plenty of suitable boys but
they are all relatively dwarfs.
'•Notice is hereby given, that Life Policy
No. 15007, issued by the Empire of India Life
Assurance Company, Limited, on my life, lias
been totally destroyed by worms and due
notice has been given to the Company.
JOOGASOMER AlHIiTAHUV."
The Statesman (Calcutta).
Alas, JOGGASOMEK'S own turn is coming.
The Language of Convention.
(ScKXE — Drurii Lane Theatre, (litrinj enig-
matical manivurrcs of so-called T: •:;::•;
Ballet.)
" Qui va Id ? " says he.
"Jeux," says I, not knowing tho
language, but pretending to.
JULY 2, 1913.]
PUNCH, OR THE LONDON CHARIVARI.
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Mr PUNCHS
H
OLIDAY
PAGES
FROM A BAILWAY-CABBIAGB WINDOW.
WE leave the draggled skirts of town
And pass to meadows, woods and rills,
Gladdened by Nature's spotless gown
And Gallop's " Get-There " Liver nils.
Anon we rest our jaded eyes
On browsing kine and woolly flocks
Grouped in a grassy Paradise
That 's labelled Bloke's Extract of Ox.
See yonder gently-rising knoll
With daisy-ribbons interlaced ;
What message does it bring the soul ?
Polish your Soots with Blinko Paste.
A sleeping church, a smiling farm,
An unsophisticated inn,
A crumbling tower, whose ivied charm
Betires before Jnventus Gin ;
A vision of a jewelled dell,
Where Mora lends her habitat
To blazon forth the magic spell
Of Antitum, the Foe of Fat ;
And then the windy heights that slope
Down to the dancing sea ; and there
We read the crowning words of hope —
Brinol will Banish Mal-de-Mcr.
MODERN FAIRIES.
" THE Fairy Glen " I drew anear ;
I 'd seldom seen a spot more pleasing
To wearied eye and harassed ear,
Fresh from the town's incessant teasing;
And, seated by the rippling rill,
Watching its eddies' odd vagaries,
I wondered was the valley still
The chosen whereabouts of fairies.
They '11 come (I thought) to dance and siiig ;
Kelpie and gnome and elf and brownie
Will form again the fairy ring
Here where the sward is soft and downy,
Or haply recommence the feast
(Such was my summer-day delusion)
That I feel sure has lately ceased
Owing to my profane intrusion.
I see their traces all around ;
With fairy signs the banks bedecked aro;
The feast's remains adorn the ground,
Ambrosial crumbs and drops of nectar ;
"Tis plain enough the fairy brood
(Witness the way the grass is mottled)
Use paper-bags to hold their food
And much prefer their nectar bottled.
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PUNCH, OR THE LONDON CHARIVARI.
[JULY 2, 1913.
ADVERTISING THE ENEMY.
PAINFUL POSITION o» M.P. RETURNING TO HIS HOTEL ru THB ONLY CLOTHES LEFT HIM AFTEB A QUIET BATHE BEHIND THE BOCKS.
•- •£
Gorgeous Individual (visitor at sea-side, running across resident friend). " THANKS FOB xoua KOTE, OLD CHAP. I 'LL BE
GHTBD TO DINE WITH TOO TO-NIGHT." Friend. "THAT'S GOOD. BY THE WAY, I THINK I SAID, ' COME AS TOO ABE J
BMIJGHTBD
BDT DO YOU MIND DBESSINOl WE "BE SUCH PLAIN SIMPLE PEOPLE."
JULY 2, 1913.J
PUNCH, OR THE LONDON CHARIVARI.
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Gentleman (who IMS just climbed the lull). "NEVER WAS A TRUER WORD SPOKEN THAN THAT.'
Old Lady. "DOES YOUR HORSE EVER SHY AT MOTORS?"
Cabby. "LoR1 BLESS YEH, NO, LADY; "E DIDN'T EVEN SHY WHEN RAILWAY TRAINS FUST COME IN.
PUNCH, OK THE LONDON CHARIVARI^ _JJ*™ ^
THE FINER POINTS.
Tkt Authority. "AS I EXPLAINED TO 'iM AT THE TIME, A>CELLULOID COLLAB IN LODGINGS. WELL AND GOOD; BUT IN A BOABDIHO
ESTABLISHMENT, SUCH AS SEA VlEW, A THOUSAND TIMES NO 1 " ^_
A REARGUARD ACTION.
Ingoing Batsman (wlio lias been commandeered at tlie last moment). " En— HAVEN'T YOU AKOTUEK PAIR OF GUAEDS? MY LEGS ABB
QUITE EXPOSED AT THE BACK."
JULY 2, 1913.]
PUNCH, OR THE LONDON CHARIVARI.
Irate Major. "\VHY DON'T YOU COME AMD HELP ME OUT INSTEAD or STANDING THEBE CHINNING LIKE A TYPHOID IDIOT?"
Scout. "I THOUGHT PEHHAP8 1'OU WAS TAKING COVEB, SlB ? "
Owner. " YOU'LL BE A NEW MAN AFTER THIS, MY BOY."
Fteble Voice. "WELL, THEBE ISN'T MCCH OP THE OLD ONE LEFT."
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PUNCH, OR THE LONDON CHARIVARI.
[JULY 2, 1913.
Harold (after a morning's gardening). " I WON'T WASH MY HANDS FOB DINNER, NORSE, THEN I SHALL ua HEAbV FOB GARDENING*
AGAIN DIRECTLY AFTERWARDS."
She (lecturing him on self-denial). " FOR INSTANCE, WHY DIDN'T YOU PUT A PENNY IN THE MISSIONARY-BOX THAT GIRL IS
HANDING ROUND, INSTEAD OF SPENDING IT ON CIGARS?"
[Horror of superfine person whose cigars never cost him less than one-and-sixpence.]
JULY 2, 1913.]
PUNCH, OR THE LONDON CIIARIVAIU.
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OUR GARDEN SUBURB-ITS DARK SIDE.
Jones (unwarrantably suspecting anotlur unneighbourly action). "ANNIE, JUST BUN NEXT DOOR AND TELL MB. SIJIPKINS I AM
PERFECTLY CAPABLE OP WATERING MY OWN LAWN, AND I SHALL BE MUCH OBLIGED IP HE WILL HATE THE DECENCY TO KEEP HIS
HCSK PLAYING WITHIN HIS OWN BOUNDARIES."
OUR GARDEN SUBURB-ITS BRIGHT SIDE.
Mr. and Mrs. HOGARTH-JENKINS, 89, Buskin Close, AND Mr. and Mrs. DEBWENT-POTTS, 90, Buskin Close.
LAWN TENNIS. AT HOME— July 3rd, 2.30 to 6. R.S.V.P. to either address.
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PUNCH, OR THE LONDON CHABIVAKI.
[JULY 2, 1913.
HOW TO HAVE A THOROUGH CHANGE;
\VHICH, IN THE OPINION' OF EXPERTS, IS THE ESSENCE OF A HOLIDAY.
THUS, A SOCIETY WOMAN MIGHT GO AS PAYING GUEST TO
A COUNTRY VICABAGE.
A YOUNG LADY OF AMOROUS TENDENCIES COULD NOT DO
BETTER THAN TAKE ROOMS IN A REMOTE VILLAGE.
+ Youngest male inhabitant.
A GOURMET SHOULD TAKE LODGINGS OVER A TRIPE SHOP
AND PEED DOWNSTAIRS.
A MEMBER OP THE BACHELORS' CLUB SHOULD GO BEAN-
FEASTING: TO EPPING.
PUNCH, OK THE LO.NDOS CHAIUVARI, JULY 2, 1918.
THE LIBERAL PLiA!
JKE-PARTY AT SEA.
Jur.Y 2, 1913.]
PUNCH, OR THE LONDON CHARIVARI.
HOW TO HAVE A THOROUGH CHANGE.
[Continued.]
THE FOOTLIGHT FAVOURITE SHOULD TRY THB EFFECT OF
ABSOLUTE LONELINESS, SAY, SOMEWHERE IN THE ORKNEYS.
THB SPORTING MAN MIGHT SAMPLE THE PLEASUMS Of A
MONTH AT A HEALTH RESORT.
THE SCOTCH KI.DF.B SHOULD co INTO RETREAT AT TROUVILI.B
OR OSTEND, ,...,.-.
WHILE THF. " MILITANT " UIOHT CAMP our m THB WIDDU o»
DARTMOOR OB ANY OTHEB NON-INFLAMMABIJI LOOAUTY.
PUNCH, OK THE LONDON CHARIVARI.
[JULY 2, 1913.
OUR SCHOOL TREAT-BLIND MAN'S BUFF.
Little Willie (triumphantly, having captured cow). " TEACHER I "
~^^^>~ "''""^^'-S^v'^v^^^ft-'
-ZZ^—"^** ' "" "*^\ J^v*«*---->-,'+&* ^^?;fj$%ji%: 'ttjJiji&^i .
-•S&ric
Tripper (after a long straight drive by golfer). " WHAT 's 'B DO NOW, 'EBBEBT ? "
Herbert. "WALKS APTEB IT AND 'ITS IT AGAIN."
Tripper. "Do 'E? LOB' LUMME, THEN I SHOULD TAKE JOLLY GOOD CABE NOT TO 'IT IT TOO run.
JULY 2, 1913.]
PUNCH, OR THE LONDON CHARIVARI.
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TO BRIGHTEN COUNTRY GARDEN PARTIES.
OUK TWO CRACK LAWN-TESNIS PLAYERS MIOHT GIVE CS A
KNOCKABOUT EXHIBITION.
OUB YOCNQ STOCK EXCHANGE RESIDENT MIGHT TELL, A
FEW OF THE LATEST STORIES FROM THE HOUSE.
DlVING FOR GOLDFISH MIGHT PROVE A DISTRACTION,
AND NO MALE GUEST SHOULD BE ALLOWED A DRINK UNTIL HE
BAS LASSOED THE BUTLEB OB A FOOTMAN.
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PUNCH, OR THE LONDON CHARIVARI.
[Ji:i.Y 2, 1913.
•O \J 5 T
H A R - wo
[c A P O I E.~{
COST
SOME PEOPLE WHO HAVE BEEN NEGLECTED BY THE FASHION-PLATE ARTIST.
JULY 2, 1913.]
rr\(JH, Oil THE LONDON CHARIVARI.
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MIXED
BATHilNC
"LET'S GO AND 'AVE A SWIM, LIZA.'' "GABS, SILLY! 'Ow 'D THEX KNOW I WAS WITH A SOLJEU IF WE DID?"
Tourist (landing on small island in Hebrides — to old resident). " WHO LIVES HEBE, MT FRIEND? "
" OH, JUST ME AND THE WIFE AND MY BRITHEB-IN-LAW."
"AND WHAT SOBT OF PLACE IS IT?" "OH, AN AWFU* PLACE FOB SCANDAL."
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PUNCH, OK THE LONDON CHARIVARI.
[JULY 2, 1913.
MR. PUNCH'S SEASIDE
NOVELETTE.
[May be read on the pier.]
No. XCVIII.— A SIMPLE ENGLISH
GIRL.
CHAPTER I. — PRIMROSE FARM.
PRIMROSE Farm stood slumbering in
the sunlight of an early summer morn.
Save for the gentle breeze which played
in the tops of the two tall elms all
Nature seemed at rest. Chanticleer
had ceased his song; the pigs were
asleep ; in the barn the cow lay think-
ing. A deep peace brooded over the
rural scene, the peace of centuries.
Terrible to think that in a few short
hours . . . but perhaps it won't. The
truth is I have not quite decided
whether to have the murder in this
story or in No. XCIX. — The Severed
Thumb. We shall see.
As her alarum clock (a birthday
present) struck five, Gwendolen French
sprang out of bed and plunged her face
into the clump of nettles which grew
outside her lattice window. For some
minutes she stood there, breathing in
the incense of the day ; then dressing
quickly she went down into the great
oak-beamed kitchen to prepare break-
fast for her father and the pigs. As
she went about her simple duties she
sang softly to herself, a song of love
and knightly deeds. Little did she
think that a lover, even at that moment,
stood outside her door.
" Heigh-ho!" sighed Gwendolen, and
she poured the bran-mash into a bowl
and took it up to her father's room.
For eighteen years Gwendolen French
had been the daughter of John French
of Primrose Farm. Endowed by Nature
with a beauty that is seldom seen out-
side a novelette, she was yet as modest
and as good a girl as was to be found
in the county. Many a fine lady would
have given all her Parisian diamonds
for the peach-like complexion which
bloomed on the fair face of Gwendolen.
But the gifts of Nature are not to be
bought and sold.
There was a sudden knock at tho
door.
" Come in," cried Gwendolen in sur-
prise. Unless it was the cow, it was
an entirely unexpected visitor.
A tall and handsome young man
entered, striking his head violently
against a beam as lie stepped into
the low-ceilinged kitchen.
" Good morning," he said, repressing
the remark which came more readily
to his lips. " Pray forgive this intrusion.
The fact is I have lost my way, and I
wondered whether you would be kind
enough to inform me as to my where-
abouts."
Recognizing from his conversation
that she was being addressed by a
gentleman, Gwendolen curtsied.
"This is Primrose Farm, Sir," she
said.
" I fear," he replied with a smile, " it
has been my misfortune never to have
heard so charming a name before. I am
Lord Beltravers, of Beltravers Castle,
Beltravers. Having returned last night
from India I came out for an early
stroll this morning, and I fear that I
have wandered out of my direction."
" Why," cried Gwendolen, " your
lordship is miles from Beltravers Castle.
How tired and hungry you must be."
She removed a lettuce from the kitchen-
chair, dusted it, and offered it to him.
[Dusted the chair, of course, and offered
it to him. — ED.] " Let me get you
some milk." Picking up a pail she
went out to inspect the cow.
" Gad," said Lord Beltravers as
soon as he was alone. He paced
rapidly up and down the tiled kitchen.
" Deuce take it," he added recklessly,
" she 's a lovely girl." The Beltra verses
were noted in two continents for their
hard swearing.
" Here you are, Sir," said Gwendolen,
returning with the precious liquid.
Lord Beltravers seized the pail and
drained it at a draught.
"Heavens, but that was good!" he
said. " What was it ? "
" Milk," said Gwendolen.
*?.
" Milk, I must remember. And now
may I trespass on your hospitality
still further by trespassing on your
assistance so far as to solicit your help
in putting me far enough on my path
to discover my way back to Beltravers
Castle?" (When he was alone he
said that sentence again to himself,
and wondered what had happened
to it.)
" I will show you," she said simply.
They passed out into the sunlit
orchard. In an apple-tree a thrush
was singing ; the gooseberries were
over-ripe; beet-roots were flowering
everywhere.
" You are very beautiful," he said.
" Yes," said Gwendolen.
"I must see you again. Listen!
To-night, my mother, Lady Beltravers,
is giving a ball. Do you dance ? "
" Alas, not the Tango," she said sadly.
"The Beltraverses do not tang," ho
announced with simple dignity. " You
valse ? Good. Then will you come ? '
" Thank you, my lord. Oh, I should
love to!"
" That is excellent. And now I must
bid you good-bye. But first, will you
not tell me your name? "
" Gwendolen French, my lord."
" Ah ! One ' f ' or two ? "
" Three," said Gwendolen simply.
JULY 2, 1913.]
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CHAPTER II.— BELTBAVEES CASTLE.
Beltravcrs Casllo was a blaze of
lights. At the head of tho old oak
staircase (a magnificent example of the
Selfridgo period) tho Lady Bollravers
stood receiving her guests. Magnifi-
cently gowned in one of Sweeting's
latest creations and wearing round her
neck tho famous Belt ravers seed-pearls,
she looked the picture of stately magnifi-
cence. As each guest was announced
by a bevy of footmen, she extended her
perfectly-gloved hand and spoke a few
words of kindly welcome.
" Good evening, Duchess ; so good of
you to look in. Ah, Earl, charmed to
meet you ; you "11 find some sandwiches
in the billiard-room. Beltravers, show
the Earl some sandwiches. How-do-
you-do, Professor ? Delighted you could
come. Won't you take off your
goloshes ? "
All the county was there.
Lord Hobble was there wearing a
magnificent stud; Erasmus Belt, the
famous author, whose novel ' Bitteu :
A Bomance " went into two editions :
Sir Scptirous Root, the inventor of cue
fire-proof spat . Captain the Honourable
Alfred Nibbs the popular breeder of
blood-tortoises — the whole -world and
his wife were present. And towering
above them all stood Lord Beltravers
of Beltravers Castle, Beltravers.
Lord Beltravers stood aloof in a
corner of the great ball-room. Above
his head was the proud coat-of-unns
of the Beltraverses — a headless sardine
on a field of tomato. As each new
arrival entered Lord Beltravers scanned
his or her countenance eagerly, and
then turned away with a snarl of dis-
appointment. Would his little country
maid never come ?
She came at last. Attired in a frock
which had obviously been created in
Little Popley, she looked the picture
of girlish innocence as she stood for
a moment hesitating in the doorway.
Then her eyes brightened as Lord
Beltravers came towards her with long
swinging strides.
" You 're here 1 " he exclaimed. " How
good of you to come. I have thought
about you ever since this morning.
There is a valse beginning. "Will you
valse it with me?"
" Thank you," said Gwendolen shyly.
Lord Beltravers, who valsed divinely,
put his arm round her waist and led
her into the circle of dancers.
CHAPTKK III.— AFKIANCED.
Tho ball was at its height. Gwen-
dolen, who had been in to supper eight
times, placed her hand timidly on the
arm of Lord Beltravers, who had just
begged a polka of her.
" Lot us sit this out," bbo said.
"Not hero — in the garden."
" Yes," said Lord Beltravers gravely.
" Let us go. I have something to say
to you."
Offering her his arm he led her down
the great terrace which ran along tho
back of tho house.
" How wonderful to have your an-
cestors always around you like this 1 "
cooed Gwendolen, as she gazed with
reverence at the two statues which
fronted them.
"Venus," said Lord Beltravers shortly,
"and Samson."
He led her down the steps and into
the ornamental garden, and there they
sat down.
" Miss French," said Lord Beltravers,
"or, if I may call you by that sweet
name, Gwendolen, I have brought you
here for the purpose of making an offer
to you. Perhaps it would have been
more in accordance with etiquette had
1 approached your mother first."
" Mother is dead, "said the girl simply.
" I am sorry," said Lord Beltravers,
bending his head in courtly sympathy.
" In that case I should have asked your
father to hear my suit."
" Father is deaf," she replied. " He
couldn't have heard it."
"Tut, tut," said Lord Beltravers
impatiently ; " I beg your pardon,"
lie added at once, " I should have con-
trolled myself. That being so," he
went on, " I have the honour to make
to you, Miss French, an offer of
marriage. May I hope ? "
Gwendolen put her hand suddenly
to her heart. The shock was too much
for her fresh young innocence. She was
not really engaged to Giles Earwaker,
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[JULY 2, 1913.
though he too was hoping; and the
only three times that Thomas Eitson
had kissed her she had threatened to
box his ears.
" Lord Beltrnvers," she began —
" Call me Beltravers," he begged.
" Beltravers, I love you. I give you
a simple maiden's heart."
" My darling ! " he cried, clasping her
thumb impulsively. "Then we are
affianced."
He slipped a ring off his finger and
fitted it affectionately on two of hers.
"Wear this," he said gravely. "It
was my mother's. She was a de Din-
digul. See, this is their crest — a roeless
herring over the motto Dans I'huile."
Observing that she looked puzzled he
translated the noble French words to
her. " And now let us go in. Another
dance is beginning. May I beg for the
honour?"
"Beltravers," shewhispered lovingly.
CHAPTER IV. — EXPOSURE.
The next dance was at its height.
In a dream of happiness Gwendolen re-
volved with closed eyes round Lord Bel-
travers of Beltravers Castle, Beltravers.
Suddenly above the music rose a
voice, commanding, threatening.
" Stop ! " cried the Lady Beltravers.
As if by magic the band ceased and
all the dancers were still.
"There is an intruder here," said
Lady Beltravers in a cold voice. " A
milkmaid, a common farmer's daughter.
Gwendolen French, leave my house
this instant ! "
Dazed, hardly knowing what she did,
Gwendolen moved forward. In an
instant Lord Beltravers was after her.
" No, mother," he said, with the
utmost dignity. " Not a common milk-
maid, but the future Lady Beltravers."
An indescribable thrill of emotion ran
through the crowded ball-room. Lord
Hobble's stud fell out ; and Lady Susan
Golightly hurried across the room and
fainted in the arms of Sir James Batt.
" What ! " cried the Lady Bel-
travers. " My son, the last of the
Beltraverses, the Beltraverses who came
over with Julius W'ernher (I should say
Caesar), marry a milkmaid ? "
"No, mother. He is marrying what
any man would be proud to marry — a
simple English girl."
There was a cheer, instantly sup-
pressed, from a Socialist in the band.
For just a moment words failed the
Lady Beltravers. Then she sank into
a chair, and waved her guests away.
" The ball is over," she said slowly.
"Leave me. My son and I must be
alone."
One by one, with murmured thanks
for a delightful evening, the guests
trooped out. Soon mother and son
were alone. Lord Beltravers, gazing
out of the window, saw the 'collist
laboriously dragging his 'cello across
the park.
CHAPTER V. — THE END.
[And now, dear readers, I am in a
difficulty. How shall the story go on ?
The editor of Mr. Punch's Seaside
Library asks quite frankly for a
murder. His idea was that the
Lady Beltravers should be found dead
in the park next morning and that
Gwendolen should be arrested. This
seems to me both crude and vulgar.
Besides I want a murder for No. XCIX.
of the series— The Severed Thumb.
No, I think I know a better way out.]
Old John French sat beneath a
spreading pear-tree and waited. Early
that morning a mysterious note had
been brought to him, asking for an
interview on a matter of the utmost im-
portance. This was the trysting-place.
" I have come, ' ' said a voice behind him,
" to ask you to beg your daughter —
"I HAVE COME," cried the Lady
Beltravers, " TO ASK YOU —
"I HAVE COME," shouted her
ladyship, " TO—
John French wheeled round in amaze-
ment. With a cry the Lady Beltravers
hrank back.
" Eustace," she gasped — " Eustace,
Earl of Turbot ! "
"Eliza!"
" What are you doing here ? I camo
to see John French."
"What?"
She repeated her remark loudly
several times.
" I am John French," he said at last.
" When you refused me and married
Beltravers I suddenly felt tired ol
Society ; and I changed my name and
settled down here as a simple farmer.
My daughter helps me on the farm."
" Then your daughter is —
" Lady Gwendolen Hake."
A beautiful double wedding was
solemnized at Beltravers in October,
the Earl of Turbot leading Eliza, Lady
Beltravers to the altar, while Lord
Beltravers was joined in matrimony to
the beautiful Lady Gwendolen Hake.
There were many presents on both
sides, which partook equally of the
beautiful and the costly.
Lady Gwendolen Beltravers is now
the most popular hostess in the county;
but to her husband she always seems
the simple English milkmaid that ho
first thought her. Ah 1 A. A. M.
"The Bishop remained motionless and
impassive. ... A woman rushed wildly to
the front of the platform and endeavoured
to agree with the vicar, whom she hit on tlio
back with an umbrella."
The Englishman (Calcutta).
Agreement off.
rrxnr. nu TIII: LONDON CJIAIUVAKI.— JULY 2.
PAINTING THE LILY.
JULY 2, 1913.]
PUNCH, OR THE LONDON CHARIVARI.
33
ESSENCE OF PARLIAMENT.
(EXTRACTED i ROM TIIK DIABV OP Tony, M.V.)
JFtni:;i- «f Commons, Momln;/, June 23.
— CHANCELLOR OF EXCHEQUER, rising
at Question time to reply to inquiry
from FnKi) HALL (still of Duhvich)
about equitable readjustment of local
ami imperial finance, startled by out-
burst of cheering. It sprang spon-
taneously from Minis-
terial benches and we 3
vociferously echoed by
Irish Members opposite.
In exceptional gusbes
of wifely attachment
Mrs. Micawber was ac-
customed to assure her
husband that she would
"never desert him."
Not, as Mr. Micawber
once tartly observed, that
there had been any sug-
gestion of abrupt parting.
It was merely casual
assurance of her faith,
affection and attachment.
In this sense the un-
expected demonstration
was construed. In spite
of anything that may
have happened in the
way of private invest-
ments, in scorn of insinu-
ations made in certain
quarters, Liberals are
not going to desert LLOYD
GEORGE.
Little incident prelude to brisk de-
bate on procedure as applied to Bills
engineered in connection with operation
of Parliament Act. PREMIER moved
Resolution intermitting Coinmitt>3 and
Report Stage in respect of Home Eule
Bill, Welsh Church Disestablishment
Bill and Bill designed to encourage
Temperance in Scotland.
In able speech that crowns Parlia-
mentary reputation slowly but steadily
growing, SON AUSTEN went to root
of the matter. By way of mollifying
Opposition the Resolution gave one day
to consideration of Irish Finance and
three hours for financial Resolution of
the Welsh Church Bill.
" Is not the right honourable gentle-
man over-generous ? " AUSTEN CHAMBER-
LAIN asked. " Why give any time at
all ? What is the use of it ? "
That is a question submitted the
other day by the MEMBER FOR SARK.
The course of procedure with these
Bills is an inevitable sequence to the
passing last, year of the Parliament Act.
That allotted to measures approved by
majority of the Commons and thrown
out by the Lords a course of three
sessions before they reach the Statute
Book. But, in order to profit by
provisions of the Act, a Bill passed for
the third time by the Commons and sent
on to the Lords must be identical word
for word, comma for comma, with the
one carried in first session.
Then what is the use of discussing
it over again in the second session ?
Though Members speak with the
tongues of men and angels, they can-
not alter a line. If they did, the whole
" She would ' never desert him.' "
(Mr. LLOYD GEORGE as Mr. Micawber.)
fabric would break down ; would have
to be finally abandoned or rebuilt from
the foundations. It is in the next, the
third, session that businsss may be done.
If to the sensitive mind need be for
formally going through stages of such
Bills in second session, the measures
now in hand might be driven three
abreast, a stage a sitting, the journey
to be completed in four days. This
would be equally efficacious and would
practically leave four sittings for pro-
gress with other business.
" SON ACSTEN goes to the root of the matter."
That was SABK'S idea. Pleased to find
support from the eminent Parlipmen-
tarian who puts the question in briefest
form " Why [in the second session]
give any time at all? What is the use
of it ? "
Businessdone. — Ministerial Procedure
Resolution carried by 294 against 202.
Tuesday. — Whilst the Lords have
with fraternal zeal been considering
case of Ancient Monu-
ments, the Commons not
only did exceptionally
good day's work but
finished it before half-
past seven. This largely
due to circumstance that
Bill amending Insurance
Act was brought in under
Ten Minutes' Rule. Ex-
position of provisions of
Bill limited to that period
of time, and only one
supplementary speech
permitted. The privilege
was not exercised by
Opposition, and, within
quarter-of-an-hour after
his rising, CHANCELLOR
OF EXCHEQUER, amid
loud cheers from Minis-
terialists, retreated to
Bar, faced right-about,
and marched up to the
mil f
T,able- bringing his
sheaves with him in
form of folded sheet of
foolscap purporting to
be a copy of the Bill.
(As matter of fact it was a blank
sheet of paper known as " a dummy."
Thus doth the stately Mother of Parlia-
ments upon occasion palter with the
truth.)
House straightway went into Com-
mittee to consider financial proposals
of Home Rule Bill. Here was more
scope for conversation. The whole of
remainder of sitting, a minimum of
seven hours, might have been occupied
more or less usefully in discussion.
Yesterday, when PREMIER moved Reso-
lution strictly limiting time for debate,
angry speakers from Opposition Benches
denounced him for "throttling" them,
and loudly lamented " the degradation
of Parliament." And behold ! with
seven hours at their disposal exactly
one-half the time was found to suffice.
While it lasted, conversation became
occasionally lively. TIM HEALY — who
has attacked the Bill from the first, not
because he loves Home Rule the less
but because he hates JOHN REDMOND
the more — had a final fling. Protested
he had no confidence in calculations of
Treasury Clerks, upon which financial
scheme of Bill was based.
" It is," ho said, " the same at the
PUNCH, on TIIK LONDON
[.TIT.V 2, 1913.
, Treasury as with other departments of | a particular liour when ])ill or potion is
I the Irish Government. J (' a Coercion to he administered, so lie decrees count
Bill is v, anted, up goes tho record of
murders and outrages. Jf the Govern-
! inont are on smother tack, backing a
Home: Rule Hill, down go the numbers.
The tiling works like a concert ina."
Tho INFANT SUIIT.L, \vho knows
moil) aboi.t iinanee than the semi-
episcopal duties of St. AUGUSTINE
BIUHELL permit him to acquire, blandly
dest -ribed tho Irish policy of the Oppo-
sition as "a combination of kicks and
ha'pence." Whereto COUSIN HUGH,
perhaps irrelevantly, retorted, "In deal-
ing with the financial problem between
England and Ireland tho Government
are combining a little robbery with a
little starvation."
This sounds quarrelsome. Only their
fun. At twenty-three minutes past seven
Eesolution moved by CHIEF SKCKETAHT
agreed to without division.
Business done. — Insurance Act
Amendment Bill introduced. Money
proposals of Home Kulc Bill agreed to.
Friday. — Motion made from Treasury '
Bench for appointment of Committee
to consider Parliamentary procedure.
The pertinacious PIHIE, not waiting for
its report, introduces new form. House,
being in Committeeon Scotch Estimates,
was as usual almost empty. Denizens
of other parts of still United Kingdom
have so high an opinion of business
capacity of Scotchmen that they in-
stinctively leave them to manage their
own business. The pugnacious PIRIE,
though not unconscious of the compli-
ment, resented its result. If English,
Welsh and Irish Members within call
in case of snap division would not sit
out the debate they should at least be
disturbed in their idle pursuits in tea-
room or on terrace. Accordingly at
half-past four, the very moment when
strawberries, cream and buttered buns
are in most urgent request, ho moved
a count.
Members crowded in, "made a
House," and straightway rushed off,
hoping to find remains of their inter-
rupted meal intact from alien hands.
" Very well," said the implacable
PIEIE. " At a quarter to six, I will do
at quarter-to-six.
CAMPBELL
fascinated liv
of North Ayrshire so
idea that he attempted
to adapt it. But it is not everyone who
can wield the spear of Achilles. At a
quarter-past nine CAMPHELL moved
a count. DEPUTY - CHAIRMAN declined
to put motion.
"What!" gasped I be gallant Captain,
"didn't you inform 1113 that at a
quarter - past nine you 'd allow
count ? "
"I informed the honourable Member
that a count might not be called until
it again."
And he
was as good as his word.
At the hour named the tintinnabulation
of tho bell announced another count,
which was followed by same sudden
rush and swift retreat.
Here is a new Parliamentary pro-
cedure that promises pleasing excite-
ment and useful exercise on sultry
evenings. Attempt to count out the
I House common enough. Where the
punctilious PIEIE creates a diversion isin
respect of naming the precise moment
" Xho INFANT SAMUEL."
a quarter-past nine," loftily replied the
DEPUTY-CHAIRMAN. " I gave no indi-
cation as to what view I should take if
my attention were then called to the
absence of a quorum."
Business done. — Committee appointed
to consider procedure.
PASTIMES FOR M.P.'S.
THE recent Parliamentary Pigeon-
Flying Match proved such an enormous
popular success and was, we may add,
so eagerly supported by the illustrated
Press that it seems quite certain that
our legislators will not be content to
stop there. Our representative in the
Lobby last week met with only one
opinion on tho subject, namely, that it
was a thousand pities that this sort of
thing had not been thought of sooner,
the more so as, in the opinion of many
experts, the precincts of Westminster
are curiously well-adapted to some of
our national sports and pastimes.
The promoters of the Rabbit-Coursing
Meet, which was to have been held
(in the event of an Autumn Session)
on the Terrace, have met with some
opposition, and it is feared that the
project will have to be abandoned. An
when he will move. As a doctor fixes 1 alternative plan, however, is receiving
influential support. It is proposed to
get through a short Bill legalizing the
Embankment as tho s-cene of thi
contest and closing it to all other traffic
during its continuance. It is thought
that even in the present coiige.-te<
state of public business such a Bill
powerfully backed as it will bo and ol
an entirely non-contentious nature,
should have no difficulty in reaching
the Statute Book.
Meanwhile the Whips are being
consulted on the feasibility of intro-
ducing a new system of Pairs, by which
a whole team of contending members
of the Government and the Opposition
might be paired en bloc, in tho event of
an important division threatening to
occur during a game of Rounders in
Parliament Square.
It is said that the movement in
favour of Ratting parties, with a terrier
and hockey sticks, along tho waterside,
is by no means smiled upon by the
Government, and it is even asserted
that members of the Coalition have had
to sign an agreement not to join any
party for this sport unless it shall
embrace members of the Opposition in
a proportion of two to one, as a safe-
guard against " Snaps." On the other
hand the Cabinet is doing all it can to
foster the new interest that has been
aroused in the old round game of
throwing cards into a hat — with, of
course, Order papers substituted as the
regulation missile. This game may \>s
enjoyed, with a little ordinary circum-
spection, in the Chamber itself, and is
an admirable means of keeping one's
supporters on tho spot.
There are still some old-fashioned
prejudices to be overcome. Hunt-the-
slipper has been forbidden in the Smok-
ing Room. But tho new movement has
been enthusiastically received by tho
Press photographers and it should do
much as time goes on to brighten the
lives of our members and relieve the
tedium of debate.
The World's Builders.
The militants have erected ininitancy into
a princle." — Glasgow Jleral/!.
Not so easy as it sounds.
Very Long Putts.
11 Time after time long putts either slopped
about an inch short of the tee or turned aside
at the last minute." — Yorkshire J'ost.
Sickening, after being dead straight for
tho first five minutes.
'Will Ray maintained his straiphtness in
the long game. On the answer to that ques-
tion perhaps depends the result."
]>aibj Mirror.
But can a statement about EDWARD
RAY'S brother WILLIAM (if lie has one)
be called a question ?
JULY 2, 1913.]
PUNCH, OR THE LONDON CHARIVARI.
35
TOPIARY FEVER.
IllS«< — FlBST SYMPTOMS.
A DREAM-DINNER.
No silk pavilions raised of Eastern fable
For me, nor ottomans and awkward poses ;
Dark oak upon the walls, upon the table
White napery, old silver, and red roses—
These o'er a garden where dream-borders shine
I build of dreams, and Stella comes to dine.
I do not set the cresset's sparks a-flitting
Down an Arabian dusk on hot winds roaming ;
Softest electrics in an old French fitting
I blend for her with June's wide-windowed
gloaming,
Wherein I hang the yellow moon, because
A friend to lovers moonlight ever was.
Slaves do not hand us, of Aladdin's uses,
The snow-cooled sherbets of date-palmed
Damascus ;
We do not squeeze the pink pomegranate's juices,
But, when a shadow-butler bends to ask us,
We plump for Chateau Rothschild '78
(Stella 's particular about the date).
No roasted kid for us, no fatted suckling,
Whereof a Sultan eats in silken splendour ;
We like clear soup, Scotch salmon, and a duckling,
And heaped red strawberries whose legions render
Enough for half-a-dozen helps at least
When Stella shares with me a moonshine feast.
No conch shall blare, nor any nautch-girl's cymbal
Sully the flow of pleasant conversation ;
My Stella — bless her ! — has a wit that 's nimble;
Her tongue makes music for my admiration ;
And, should some sudden silence drop the veil,
Outside my nightingales take up the tale.
Mocha comes last — black-magic, hot and fragrant,
Ambrosial on the summer evening falling';
We drink it on a terrace where the vagrant
Blue smoke-wreaths curl up and the owls are
calling ;
And what 's to pay ? But nothing. You will find,
That he who dines in dreams leaves naught behind,
Saving, mayhap, a little peace of mind !
A "Clerical" Error.
" The Rev. Preb. H. G. Hellier urged that the demonstration
should be not only non-political, but everything should be done to
make it irreligious." — Wells Journal.
' The special consignments at
's, Widmoro Road, Bromley,
this week are salmon, live lobsters, whitebait, trout, Marche Heroiquo
Andantino in D flat, and . . . "—Bromley District Times.
Here the list breaks off; and we hasten to send in our
order for a brace of Marches Heroiques and one whitebait.
" ' Marcus stoned in the Garden,' 92 guineas." — Western Mail.
Wo prefer the more stirring picture, "The Hon. John
collaring the Cheat."
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PUNCH, OR THE LONDON CHARIVARI.
[JULY 2, 1913.
DICKENS.
(Possibly by tlie author of tlic article on Balzac in a
recent number of " The Times Literary Supplement. )
THIS study, if indeed we may so term it, study being of
the mind impalpable, whereas something solid may not
unreasonably bo expected to come of an addition of pages
to the number of not fewer than four hundred and fifteen
(and in this we do not, such being tlu custom, reckon
either preface or index), has, since it was not unknown that
Mr. Hickson was deeply engaged upon the work been for
a long time in the so blandly nebulous region of expecta-
tion, and is now at last, its sails bellying with a favourable
wind, come into harbour
It may be well, as wo set ourselves to tread its decks
and, with whatever of inspecting power we may possess, to
explore and classify the so carefully packed and labelled
cargo, to consider for not more than a moment and to
explain clearly what the good ship "Hickson"— and for the
word "good " we make no apology — is not rather than is, this
method being not so much to aim a spear outside the target
or around or above or beluw it, but to the very heart and
centre of it, where you and we and they, too, may see it
quiver. We may leave out, as being superfluous, the mere
beginning and what next follows thereon as an immediate
consequence, largely conditioned though it be, we make
no doubt, by the reader's mind in grappling with the so
insistent problem of enumeration.
Thirdly, then, Mr. Hickson— and if we name him again
it is plainly with the respect duo to one whose intellect,
not, indeed, merged into, but plainly attracted by, the fiction
(we underline that word) of DICKENS, has shown us
mellifluously, none the less, the old stage-directions and
tulti qitanti of his subject — is not a tramp steamer
ploughing the ocean by an unfixed route ever at the mercy
of winds and waves and such other influences as an un-
charted sea may bring to bear, but a stately vessel, showing
by the mere magic of her predestined voyaging how closely
and how reasonably, seamanship as a science being
granted, a man with his limits of outlook may triumph
over what, for want of a better word, we may tentatively
term the elements.
Of the characters of DICKENS it must be said, and of this
Mr. Hickson to his credit is more than dimly aware, that
they move in orbits of their own and are subject, not to
such accidents as may properly be predicted of these orbits,
but to other quite extraordinary accidents having only this
in common with the ordinary accidents of human nature
that they happen and must necessarily be accepted as
having happened ; but of this the great reading public has
scarce other-thai! the vaguest notion and cannot know that
they couldn't and didn't happen, but could and .would be
and were described in such far better language than if they
had been what, in truth, they were never intended to be
and actually were not. Caught and imprisoned, now
thrust -backward to a pillar, now forward with a quite
different poignancy to something imagined that might,
where all else was so remorselessly changeable, pass for
a post, are there yet not intervals, are there not spaces in
which it is still vaguely understood that Pecksniff was, in-
deed, a spirit not of compromise but of limitless mockery
transcendentally embodied for aversion and laughter? For
this Mr. Hickson, while not too precisely convicted of .
[Here the TU'o. abruptly ends.]
A Bargain.
" 18-carat 3 stone diamond and ruby ring, large size, cost £1 10s.
sell i3 15s." — Evening News.
RHYME OF THE EVASIVE REVIEWER.
WHEN a novel that might disgust a Dago
Falls to my lot for a full review,
Or a sex-romance by a shrill virago
With a hero-cad and a heroine-shrew,
I 'm far too gentle to crab or slate them
Or lay them out in the Bludyer style ;
So I make it my aim to understate them
With the aid of euphemistic guile.
Though the plot and the dialogue are amazing
Enough to startle a Tosk or a Gheg,
And the hero's language is equal to raising
A crop of hair on a hard-boiled egg,
I don't enlarge upon these shortcomings,
But I ladle the eulogy slab and thick
On the author's "freedom from hawings and
hiunmings,"
His " faithful portraits done from the quick."
When the heroine jilts a dean for a tailor —
A Polish Jew with a terrible beak —
Or talks in a style that would shock a whaler
And raise a blush on a scavenger's cheek,
It were simply a verbal desecration
To call her a nasty little minx,
So I dwell on the fun of the situation
As the finest sport and the highest of jink<j
When a prosperous versatile impostor
In a number of rdles essays to shine,
I lend my pen the illusion to foster
That here is an artist who 's all divino ;
He may be only the minnows' Triton,
But I find that it generally pays
To lavish upon a bastard Crichton
The pap of an undiluted praise.
When a half-baked suitor for musical laurels
Composes a sloppy amorphous thing —
To a book of .pseudo-exotic morals—
That is hard to play and ugly -to sing,
Though the creature's Himalayan labours
Have only produced a melodic mouse,
With patriot pen I exhort my neighbours
To hail the fraud as a super-STBAUSH.
When an underbred intellectual greaser
Has perpetrated a putrid play,
From which, in the days of a decadent Ca-sar,
The dregs of Rome would have kept away ;
Though it 's fit to turn a black man livid
I speak of its art in an awestruck tone
As "honest," and "brave" and "patiently vivid,
And leave its dustbins and drains alone.
So over the gamut of gross evasion,
Day in, day out, I cheerfully range,
And use my gift of oily persuasion
To prove that the vile is only the strange ;
For why should I strive to lift my brothers
Out of the clutch of their native mire?
Unsalaried tasks I leave to others ;
No man can deny that I earn my hire.
Doing it thoroughly.
" In China not so many years ago a large river overflowed its banks
and five millions of people losjt. their lives by drowning, and afterwards
by starvation." — Navy League Quarterly.
JUI.Y 2, 1913.]
IMXrir, OR THE LONDON CHARIVARI.
37
Militant. "Now, ISN'T THAT PROVOKING? HEBE'S A LOVELY DIG HOUSE TO LET ASD I'VE FORGOTTEX MY MATCHES \ I"
THE HAND OF FATE.
PEOPLE have called me inconsistent;
some peopls have gone so far as to say
I am hopelessly inconsistent; but then,
some people. . . .
As a matter of fact and entirely with-
out prejudice, I have the artistic tem-
perament. It is only on this ground
that I can account for the fact that I
should lovo Olivia and Daphne at one
and the same time, or concurrently, as
we of the higher branch put it.
Olivia is very fair ; I mean, of course,
fair of feature.
Daphne is dark and, from an allit-
ciativj point of view, I feel sure that
nothing could he neater. Daphne is
dark.
When I add that Olivia is tall and
cumbersome, whereas Daphne is petite,
you will readily deduce that the two
girls are distinguishable one from the
other.
Ami yet I loved them equally well.
In the absence of Olivia, Daphne
occupied the whole of my heart ; con-
versely, in the absence of Daphne,
)hvia more than filled the vacancy.
It was a strange situation, even to
one accustomed, as I am, to the vicissi-
tudes of life.
Up to a few days ago, fortune had
never decreed that the two girls should
meet in the presence of my heart, and
therefore I had never been abb to dis-
cover which of the two was to be the
lucky one. After an encounter with
Olivia, the odds rose a shade in her
favour; a subsequent meeting with
Daphne and the betting turned right
round. The batting turned right round.
It was a strange situation. What-
ever people may have said of me (see
above), I am not lacking in courage.
I decided that a joint meeting should
be arranged, accepting with quiet calm
the danger of the situation. I refer, of
course, to the possibility of my heart
being torn in doubt ; in two, parhaps.
With consummate guile, I wandered
into the town on the day when the
largest local milliner was holding a sale.
In the most natural manner, and per-
fect snow-white spats, I strolled up and
down the High Street just outside the
milliner's. My scheming was imme-
diately successful. Before five minutes
had elapsed Olivia was on the scene.
" Hello ! " she said, and my heart
leapt.
" Hello ! " I replied with perfect calm.
"Shopping?"
Olivia nodded. " *M."
I was just about to say something
witty, when Daphne emerged from the
shop. My handkerchief pocket quivered
in a most alarming manner.
"Hello!" said Olivia.
" Hello ! " said Daphne.
" Are you there ? " I suggested.
They both laughed. Honours, so far,
were even.
" Shopping ? " I enquired.
Daphne nodded. " "M."
In the short silence that followed
my excitement was tremendous. I was
just on the point of saying something
clever when Daphne interrupted.
" Well," she said, " aren't you
going to congratulate us?" I looked at
her blankly.
" Us ! " I exclaimed. " But you can't
both, you know. I mean, there can
only bo one of you, and, as yet, I don't
know which." I was getting a little
confused.
" My dear man, what do you mean?"
said Olivia. " Of course wo can both,
you know."
She patted Daphne's arm. " The
future Mrs. Banton," she announced.
Daphne nodded to Olivia. " The
future Mrs. Merrilies," she exclaimed.
And then I understood. Fortune
had shirked the task, and dealt with
them equally. There was to be no
lucky one.
"£1,000,000 WILL SUIT TO-DAY."
Daily Mail.
Or, at a pinch, would suit to-morrow, j
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PUNCH, OK THE LONDON CHARIVARI.
[JULY 2, 1913.
AT THE PLAY.
" BORIS GODOUKOV."
THOSK who imagine from long and
bitter experience of Grand Opera that
singers cannot he expected to act,
should at once correct this error by a
visit to the Russian Company at Drury
Lane Theatre. Certainly M. CHALIA-
PINE'S great performance is proof enough
that the possession of a voice is no neces-
sary bar to the highest dramatic gifts.
And a rare delight it was, after the cos-
mopolitan medleys of Covent Garden,
to hear a chorus singing their national
tongue in a national drama and wearing
their national dress as to the manner
born. May Heaven — if not Society —
reward Sir JOSEPH BEECHAM !
MOUSSOUGSKY'S work calls itself a
Music Drama, and this means, of course,
that the dramatic element always had
its chance. The action, in fact, was
not there to illustrate the orchestra, but
the orchestra was there to interpret
the action. Yet the music in this play
of forty years ago still retains a certain
dominance over the drama, and a true
compromise between the two arts, as
shown, for instance, in Puccini's La
Tosca, is still only foreshadowed. For
though the action is seldom delayed
for the sake of the orchestra (the few
superfluous moments that Boris wastes
over his dying are as nothing compared
with the interminable prolixity of
Tristan's decease), no sort of attempt is
made to give logical continuity to the
plot. The designs, for instance, of the
pretender Grigori are of the haziest.
He starts from nowhere in particular
and disappears into the inane. And the
various disjointed scenes, or " tableaux,"
are obviously selected without regard
to their part in the sequence of the
scheme, but largely for the musical
opportunities which they offer — here a
choral effect, there a casual folk-song or
a lament for a lost lover that nobody
has heard of.
It was impossible therefore to be
very greatly intrigued about the issue,
and this made it the more remarkable
that the dramatic intelligence of the
actors should have cast so strong a
spell over us. M. CHALIAPINE, alike
in his attitude of composed dignity
and in his moments of hallucination
induced by the madness of remorse, was
a splendid and noble figure. Next to
him I most admired the charm of
Mme. E. PETRENKO as the Tsarevitch's
Nurse. She did not reappear with the
others to take our plaudits, and I was
greatly tempted to shout " Nurse !
Nurse 1 " But the hour was getting
late and I feared that my neighbours
might suspect that it was my bed-
time. Excellent singing was done, too,
by M. ANDUEEW as an old monk, and
indeed by everyone, though I found
M. DAMAEW (as Grigori) too nasal.
The music, naturally a little barbaric
in its louder colouring, was very poig-
nant in the simplicity of its tenderer
passages. At times it seemed curiously
to anticipate the flowing quality of
Madama Butterfly.
Miss EOSA NEWMARCH'S libretto was
much better than most operatic trans-
lations, and for the one-and-sixpcnce
you paid for it they threw you in an
astonishingly generous assortment of
misprints. One of the best that caught
my eye occurs in the duck-and-drake
song of the bonny widow : — •
" Sweetheart mine for whom I wait,
Come console me
Quick, your bony widow woo."
o. s.
THE DEADLY VIRTUE.
" You will go shopping with me to-
morrow, won't you? " said Betty, lifting
her head from his shoulder so that she
might look at him.
Percival started. It occurred to him
that Betty had fouled. He knew that
she knew that he hated shopping. To
visit shops in Eegent Street with Betty
was to feel that he was a cypher —
something which Betty took along to
hang her parcels on, and as a foil to
her own stately appearance.
But Percival was bland and good-
tempered — he was probably one of the
best-tempered men who have ever lived.
" Er — well," he said, " I "d just been
thinking that — that we hadn't done
any shopping for a long time. I '11 be
delighted."
Then Betty made a terrible blunder.
She took Percival's face between her
hands and said, " I knew you 'd say
that. You 're the best-tempered man
in the world. There never was a saint
with such a good temper."
Now to be called good-tempered is to
be accused by implication of a lack of
all other qualities worthy of remark.
It is to be dubbed negligible, and Per-
cival did not like this.
"No," he said, "no — I'm not like
that. I 'm not good-tempered."
Daintily Betty laid fingers upon his
lips.
"Don't contradict me, dear," she
returned. " Of course you 're good-
tempered. It 's the thing I like about
you best."
" I 'm not," he told her, still smiling,
but with a suggestion of pain in his
voice. " I can't allow you to call me
that. Please withdraw the observation."
"I won't," said Betty. " I 've said
that you have the sweetest nature any
man ever had, and it 's true."
Percival regarded her gravely .-
"Betty/' he said, "you are dis-
appointing me. You call me good-
tempered while all the time I know
that I am not. I am cross-grained.
At the least thing I am ready to do
violence and to say terrible words. I
am the plaything of my passions. If I
have seemed suave and courteous, forget
it. It was only a mask. And now you
know the sort of man I am."
She did not. She still assumed that
ho was starting some new sort of par-
lour game. So she stuck to her point.
" I know 1 'm right," she said. " But,
anyhow, don't let 's quarrel over it."
" I have no desire to quarrel," he
frowned ; " but I object to being called
names. I am not good-tempered. You
hear? 1 am the worst-tempered man
in London. I am like an east wind ; I
am like a tornado ; I am an unbearable
man."
With a laugh, the first symptom of
mild hysteria, Betty moaned —
" You are not ! You are not ! You
are good - tempered — sweet - tempered.
It 's just because you are so sweet-
tempered that you won't admit it."
That touched Percival on the raw.
" Be quiet ! " he cried out on a note
of fury ; " I won't stand it ! Me good-
tempered. I, I mean. You don't
know me ! Don't argue ! 1 say you
don't know me."
Betty was in tears now. " You are
good-tempered," she sobbed. " Goo-
good-tempered. You cou-couldn't do
an unkind thing — or s-say a harsh
word."
Percival's face grew red, his eyes
fierce. Madly he seized an encyclo-
paedia from the table and crashed it
into the grate. The rattle of the fire-
irons roused him to an access of wrath.
"This is too much!" he shouted,
stretching a hand out for another hook.
" I tell you I am not gooJ-tempered.
I give you one last chanco before we
part for ever. Am I good-tempered?"
She bowed her head.
Percival stalked up to her and glared
into her eyes.
"You persist?" ho demanded
throatily.
Again she bowed her head. With
her right hand she fumbled at the third
finger of her left. Shakily she held out
the engagement ring.
"Yes," she told him; "and please
go. I hear mother coming down.
I don't want her to see you in this
state."
" I don't want to see her in any
state/' he barked. "Good-bye! Iain
a bad-tempered man ! " .
In a moment he was outside in the
road. A little innocent dog came
trotting up to him. He kicked it aside
and strode on into the gloom.
JULY 2, 1913.]
PUNCH, OR THE LONDON CIIARIVA III.
Excited Old Lady (as express thunders through station). "OH, PORTER, DOESN'T THAT TRAIN STOP HERE?"
Patient Porter. " No, LIDY ; IT DON'T EVEN HESITATE."
OUR BOOKING-OFFICE.
(By Mr. Punch's Staff of Learned Clerks.)
Eager Eochford was the missing heir, or the claimant,
or something just as romantic, to the estate and title of
Westwood. Eosalind Wynnstay was the attractive niece
of the American millionaire who had rented the former.
So now you see what Eosalind in Arden (DENT) is about.
Anyhow, you see the end, for with protagonists so situated
it would be as much as a circulating library subscription is
worth not to leave them embracing on the last page. Mr.
. MARRIOTT WATSON seems to have been not only
sensible of this, but (I fancy) somewhat hard put to it to
provide them with six shillings-worth of obstacle to the
inevitable. Indeed, having practically finished his tale
when the lovers told their love several chapters before it
should be commercially due, he was obliged to invent a
number of quite tiresome persons, who (like the works of a
watch) have nothing to do with the case, in order that they
might chatter through a sufficiency of pages. All this is
only to say that I found Eosalind in Arden a dainty and
ttractive, if nob strikingly original, short story, spoilt by
expansion into a novel. Also the process seems to have
been hurried. As witness this:— "At the registered hour
[Roger] was at Charing Cross to catch the boat train to
Dover. He paid no heed to his man, but recalled him
hen ho readied the Gare St. Lazare." If the author had
paid a little more heed to his proofs this would never have
happened.
The first few strains of The Common Chord (MARTIN
SEE) made my heart sink. For I found that PHYLLIS
•SOTTOMK had apparently arranged for me to meet one after
girl living a Bohemian life alone in a studio, and a hand-
some young man, stupid but staunch, who loved her in
vain. I felt these were all people I knew well enough to
wish to avoid ; which only shows once more the danger of
judging by appearances. It was the fast friendship between
Jean Ucelle, the French musician, and Jimmy Armstrong,
the sturdy Briton, which first showed me that Jean at
least must be unusual, and I soon began to realise that for
all his Gallic charm he had enough Saxon grit (for after all
he had an English mother) to gratify my insular prejudice.
Oh, and another thing. Jimmy, who might so well have
been handicapped in his rivalry for the love of Judith S.
Calvert by the possession of riches or noble birth, laboured
under no such unromantic disabilities, and in fact, on the
score of prospects, Jean was always giving away a pound or
two of weight ; so that Judith, who was quite nice enough
for either of them, had a fair choice. Still, she naturally
enough chose Jean, though there were nearly some serious
complications over the artistic allurements of Sonia, the
great Eussian dancer (need she have danced the swan
dance ? Are there not swallows and humming birds ?), for
whom Jean wrote the music which " caused him to arrive."
In the end no one suffered much except Jimmy, and I am
afraid he was always cut out for silent self-sacrifice, so that
I did not greatly mind. Altogether, if PHYLLIS BOTTOME
has used some familiar harmonies in building up her novel,
she has managed to arrange them with unexpected freshness,
and The Common Chord should on no account be lost.
Perhaps Mr. WINSTON CHURCHILL, author of the admir-
able Coniston and no tyro, therefore, in the novelist's art,
has, in The Inside of the Cup (MACMILLAN), let his sinceri-
• 1 » 1 * TTT II '
apparently arranged for me to meet one after ties run away with him. He crowds his stage with so many
'inposcr-piamst with nerves, a beautiful young folk that it is almost impossible to keep accurate count of
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2, 1913.
[hem, to say nothing of getting comfortably acquainted.
His tliemo is the old theme of the generous and impatient
modernists of every age. Why preach (and finance) Christi-
anity and conduct lives and accept principles altogether
opposed to it ? Why polish so assiduously the outside of
the cup ? His hero, John Iloddcr, is a sterling parson in an
important Middle- West American city ; his villains, Eldon
Parr, millionaire, manipulator and pillar of the Church,
with the satellites who stand in with the big man in the
same deals and worship in the same tabernacle. His heroine
is Kldon Parr's daughter Alison, a lovable character, admir-
ably drawn. The contending forces range themselves for the
contest — the big battalions of the dollars and the orthodoxies
on tlie one side, the modern ideas and the deep sincerities
on the other —with a precise definition which it. is the
weakness of real life not to allow. If the eagerness of
the author's convictions shatters the respectable quality of
detachment, his book will be none the less welcome to
those who are sincerely interestsd in the always recurring
experiments with new
wine and old bottles.
And certainly here is a
tract which is neither
dull nor shallow.
on a young Englishwoman, married to a shrewd but stodgy
solicitor, when she comes suddenly in contact with a rather-
fine and lawless dweller-in the " foothills " of the Far West.
These two last are the Wilderness Lovers, and I found their
goings-on rather. mawkish and Mr. PUNSHON'S reasonings
thereon a trifle dull beside the breezy go-ahead movements
of the financier. Still, there are the two things, and vou
can make your choice which you will skip. There is very
good stuff in the book either way.
" Give a dog a bad
name and hang him " is,
for a proverb, an un-
usually acute estimate of
the way of the world.
But I think it rather
loses its point when it
is the- sad, bad, mad dog
who christens himself a
wrong 'un. In Barry
and a Sinner (SMITH,
ELDER) the sinner who
tells the story of his re-
lations with the friend
who picks him out of
thegutterisnot nearlyso
black as he paints h imself .
He was too much inclined
to look upon the wine
when it is red, and he got
six months for abstracting from the office petty-cash box the
wherewithal to back a horse which didn't win. But beyond
that the mud which he keeps flinging at himself doesn't
stick. That, of course, is the obvious design of the author,
Mr. JOHN BAKNETT. He means you to think him the fine
fellow that he really is. But this left-handed way of
drawing a hero, or rather of making the hero paint his own
picture, using the darkest possible colours for the shadows,
gives an irritating air of artificiality to the greater part of
the story. There is a delightful love scene at the end,
and nothing in the sinner's life becomes him half so well
as the manner of his leaving it as described in his own
words. But Mr. BARNETT sacrifices too much in order to
get his dramatic climax.
The Wilderness Lovers (HODDEU AND STOUGHTON) makes
two entirely distinct appeals to the reader, though Mr.
E. E. PUNSHON has done his best — and a very good best — .
to weave them into one story. First there are the doings
of an American millionaire who talks delightful Yankee and
is blissfully convinced that the angels are blind to the
misery his operations may cause so long as he endows a
church or builds a Sunday School with part of the profits.
Then there is a psychological study of the effect produced
I found something stimulatingly colonial about Lu of the
Ranges (HEINEMANN). There is a fine quality of youth and
vigour in Miss ELEANOR MORDAUNT'S writing that invests
with fresh interest the not very new story she tells. Lu
herself is as vital a heroine as you need wish. We first
meet her, the starving child-mother of two little brothers
on the Main Ranges, the three of them having been
abandoned by their parents. Then comes along Julian Ordc,
wanderer, cynic, sentimentalist and incurable egoist (a figure
touched in with admir-
able success), who from
the natural kindness that
is in him rescues the little
family from starvation,
puts Lu — much to her
disgust — on a farm, and
j finally, after a period of
! separation, drifts back to
j her with results that
were inevitable. There
follow some chapters
dealing with a hospital
that are as crudely (and
superfluously) horrible
as anything that I re-
member in recent fiction.
What upheld me through
them was the certainty
that no heroine with the
gift for dancing dis-
played h}' Lu as a child
of nature in the moun-
tains would ever be
allowed to end without
becoming a popular idol
of the stage. Which of course is what happens; leading
up to the final scene, grimly moving, in which she again
meets Orcle, and, dying, he commands her to dance again
for him as she did under the trees in their youth. There
is a plenty of other incidents ; at some of them one might
perhaps sneer as melodramatic, but the whole effect is
undeniably robust. For this and for the character of Orde
I hail the book as one that promises well for Australian
literature.
STUDIES IN CRIMINOLOGY.
THE CONFIDENCE TRICK WITH A LAY FIGURE.
The plight of Colonel SEELY'S Territorial Cavalry, who
are not to bo allowed to march past at tho Royal Review,
finds a touching echo in the state of things at Carlsbad,
as set forth with considerable pathos in the local
Herald :—
' ' Some of our old cure-guests who use to come here regularly year
after year, will surely remind themselves of those donkey cavalcades,
which formerly walked through the whole town and how great tha
pleasure always was for the strangers to take a ride on those donkeys.
They used to be quite a splendid specimen of donkeys and they
belonged to the town stud. These times seem to be finally over now.
Those donkey-cavalcades have totally disappeared. As far'as they are
still alive, the bearers of this beautiful donkey period are to bo found
in tho town stable for donkeys. There are very few who live still
and it won't be long till also the last of their race" will ba dead."
JULY 9, 1913.]
PUNCH, OR TJLK LONDON CHARIVARI.
SAYS
CHARIVARIA.
Mr. BARRY PAIN, in Mrs.
Murphy. "There's illnesses as is ill-
nesses, and there 's illnesses as ain't.
And it 's only them with time and
money to spare as can afford the ill-
nesses as ain't." It seems almost in-
credible, but Mr. BARRY PAIN has evi-
dently not heard of the Insurance Act.
"Dr. J. Sinclair," it is announced,
" has been appointed chief medical
officer to the Post Office." The work
involved must be peculiarly arduous,
for, since it took over the telephones,
the Post Office suffers from
more complaints than any other
public department.
*
With reference to the gentle-
man who recently hoaxed the
London Hospital in the matter
of a big donation to its funds,
we understand that the medical
staff trust that, if he should ever
have to undergo an operation,
he will place himself in their
hands.
* *
*
Negotiations are reported to
be in progress for the purchase
by the British Government of an
Unger airship. Meanwhile, is
anything being done to provide
us with guns capable of hitting
aircraft? We need not only
lingers, but also Unger-Strikers.
* , *
A swarm of bees occupied a
post - office letter - box at Sal-
combe, Devon, one day last
week. A Suffragette is sus-
pected of having brought them
there in her bonnet.
* *
Croydon, which is seeking to
extend its boundaries, is in some
fear lest the borough shall be
annexed by London. This would be
strenuously resisted by Croydon, and,
' as it is thought that London would
probably object to being annexed by
Croydon, it is possible that a delicate
situation may arise before long.
An elephant, we read, figured among
the presents at an Eastbourne wedding.
We suspect it was a white one.
The Vicar of Sittingbourne, Kent,
we learn from The Express, has started
a "Bargemen's Brotherhood," which
already numbers fifty-seven members,
who pledge themselves " always to
attend a place of worship once on the
Sunday when on shore, and to endeavour
not to swear." The word in italics (ours)
would seem to point to a compromise
* *
having been arrived at in the negotia-
tions between the reverend gontlcnmii
and the bargees. % ...
It is announced that, in spite of the
considerable expense involved, the cross
on the dome of St. Paul's is to be re-
gilded. To the credit of the authorities
an ofl'er by an American commercial man
to bear the cost in return for advertising
rights is said to have been refused.
A costermonger's donkey was killed
by a motor omnibus in the Strand last
week. It must have been an unequal poster depicting Mile. POLAIRE.
his,' Heidelberg Hood, Clifton Hill."
This must have boon much more satis-
factory than keeping back the news
from Miss Howgato until the wedding
day.
combat from the beginning.
The fact that a huge signboard,
advertising " Come Over Hero " at the
London Opera House, fell and was
wrecked the other day, reminds us that,
when France's champion prize-fighter
appeared in the Revue, a strip of paper
announcing " Engagement of Georges
Carpentier" was pasted across the
So
I far, no damages have been claimed for
breach. .,. .„ t
In an age when tindor-dressing
j is all too common, it is grati-
|. fying'to read that .the monks at
I the monastery of St. Michael at
! Maikop, in the Caucasus, have
i gone oh strike in consequence of
| ah order issued by their Father
Superior prohibiting them from
wearing trousers.
.i *_p_*
Last year's floods in Norfolk
have resulted in deposits of mud
ia the Broads. Norfolk people,
however, are not easily dis-
couraged, and \ve may expect
shortly to see some such
advertisement as this : —
"WHY GO TO THE CONTINENT
WHEN YOU CAS GET
EXCELLENT MUD BATHS
IN YOUR OWN Cousmv ? "
Beading that the Lowestoft
drifter. Lord Wenlock, realised
£337 for one night's work, her
catch being 150 crans, a well-
to-do Gotham man asked his
fishmonger to obtain a cran for
him, as he had never tasted one.
£ :;: .
Sir EGBERT ROGERS has taken
We are not allowed to comment on a exception to the toast-master's having
case which, at the time of going to ! announced Sir SAMUEL EVANS as " The
Kind-hearted Gentleman (who has brought a pirement artiit
to see the Academy). "THERE ABE HUNDREDS OP BEAUTIFUL
PICTURES HEBE, PAINTED BY HUNDREDS OF ARTISTS."
Pavement Ai
OWN WORK? "
press, is still sub judicc, but we hope
we shall not get into trouble for draw-
ing attention to the following head-
lines which appeared in The Daily Mail
last week : —
"LADY SACKVILLE
ON THE SCOTTS.
MR. WALTER SCOTT
ON HIS KNEES."
:;: -;:
If The Sydney Herald publishes many
paragraphs like the following we are
sorry we do not see it more often : —
" Mr. Herbert Moss has returned to
Sydney. His engagement (under ro-
mantic circumstances) has just been
President of the Divorce Court " at tha
Guildhall Luncheon to the French
President. " Sammy " would certainly
have sounded more genial.
*,*
We are authorised to deny as a silly
canard the report that Mr. LLOYD
GEORGE will shortly appear in a Revue
at the National Liberal Club, entitled
" Halo Ragtime."
" The Brass Band arc entering for the Band
Competition at the coming Feis in Mullingar.
They are, however; severely handicapped for
want o£ instruments."
Westmeath Independent.
No Brass Band of spirit would let a
announced to Miss Howgate, of 'Glen I little thing like that worry it.
VOL. CXLV.
42
PUNCH, OR THE LONDON CHARIVARI.
[JULY 9, 1913.
BETTER THAN A PLAY.
[Lines addressed to a waiter at a restaurant where they offer
facilities for theatre-dinners.]
NAT, rush mo not, Antonio; let me savour
This C9ffee a la Turquc at my slow ease,
And lap this blend of Benedictine flavour
Distilled by holy friars on their knees ;
Bring me a brand of Cuba, green and balmy,
"With gilded cummerbund and long and fat ;
I have no play to see to-night, mon ami,
I thank my gods for that.
This hour to inward peace is dedicated ;
To-night I will escape that captious mood
Which comes of healthy appetite unsated
Or else the bitter pangs of bolted food.
Lingering meals, with choice cigars for sequel,
Suit my digestive system better far ;
I have seen many plays, but few to equal
A really good cigar.
And then compare the charges ! For a scanty
Stall I must put my demi-guinea down,
"Whereas this full and generous " Elegante "
Costs me the paltry sum of half-a-crown ;
And, as I smoke it, I may hold a quiet
Duologue with myself, of fancy wrought,
"Where no intruding mummers, making riot,
Distract my train of thought.
It is, I own, an honourable calling,
That of the histrion ; I respect his art ;
The grind, I always think, must be appalling
Of getting such a lot of words by heart ;
I would not seem, for worlds, to cast suspicion
Upon his shining claims ; I but protest
He cannot stand the strain of competition
With one of Cuba's best.
But when the ferment of my peptic juices
Begins, my good Antonio, to abate,
Letting my brain, now blind to Thespian uses,
Enter upon a more receptive state,
Lest you should deem that I have touched too lightly
On sacred matters, I will move along '
To where they give two exhibitions nightly,
And hear a comic song. O. S.
ONCE "UPON A TIME.
CIVILIZATION.
ONCE upon a time there was a man who was tired ol
hurry and fret and competition and politics and fashion
and modernity. Above all he was tired of newspapers.
" I will," he said, " betake me to the wilderness for a
while and get back a little peace and simplicity."
But the first thing that he saw on reaching the wilder-
ness was the office of The Wilderness Gazette.
From a circular : —
"Briefly, Pellidol is diacetylamidoazo toluol."
If the writer is really aiming at brevity, he must try again
"Only one of the officers is now living who took part in the
' Charge of the Light Brigade ' at Balaclava ; but there are probably
still 1,500 of the privates on earth who took part in that grea*
historical event."— Greenwood (B.C.) Lcdyc.
All that was left of them — left of six hundred.
THE CREATIVE GIFT.
[" A character will every now and then seem to take the bit between
his teeth and say and do things for which his creator feels himself
ardly responsible." — WILLIAM ARCHER.'}
THE budding dramatist looked again at the passage in
;he Playwright's Manual. Yes, there it was in cold print.
" Once your characters are clearly in your mind," he
•ead, " you can let them work out their own salvation.
They, not you, will construct the play. The late Clyde
Jitcli used to insist that his characters often surpi
lim by their actions."
The budding dramatist breathed hard. This was a new
gospel to him; he had been on the wrong track from Uio
start. Clearly the proper course was to individualize the
characters mentally, to decide on the opening scene, and
,hen to sit back in a receptive mood and record the actions
of the children of his party. At last he could begin on
To-Morrow, his great dramatization of Laziness ; for ah f
;he character of Lv.cius Doolittlo was clearly in his head.
How, then, should the play open ? Once this was decided,
could liberate Lucius and let him go his own way.
At exactly eight o'clock the next morning a splendid idea
'or the beginning of Act I. presented itself. Scene : Morning
in Lucius Doolittle's bachelor apartments. An alarm c
heard ringing without. Lucius in his pyjamas emerges /
Ms bedroom door, and lighting a cigarette (character touch)
strolls listlessly toicard the bath. A great beginning : true
io every-day life and yet unusual. Not a soul in the
audience but would be startled into attention by the
insistent tinkle of the alarm. What psychology ! And
later, perhaps, the audience could actually hear Lucius' s
oath running. Uncompromising realism !
Such was the budding dramatist's fever of excitement
that lie could hardly wait to scramble into his clothes and to
pounce upon his bacon and eggs before beginning the work
af a lifetime. At last all was ready — his pen chosen, his
paper ranged before him. Trembling with excitement he
proceeded to focus his inner eye upon Lucius Doolittle,
who was to choose his own path through the piece
unhindered. Cautiously he wrote as follows : " lime-
early morning. Doolittle's apartments are in disorder.
Glasses and a half-emptied bottle stand on the centre-table;
beside them lies a pack of cards. There is nobody in the
room ; Doolittle is obviously not yet up."
The dramatist paused, and with a little gasp of excite-
ment set down these words: —
" An alarm clock is heard ringing without."
He waited, eyes shut.
" Now, Lucius, go it," he murmured.
Somehow in his inner consciousness he could feel
Doolittle stirring, waking. What was the character saying ?
Wait — here it was ! Slowly the dramatist's hand traced
the words as if fiom dictation : —
Voice of Doolittle (within), "Bl the clock; I'm going
to sleep again." [Long pause.
CUHTAIN.
The dramatist looked at the finished work doubtfully,
critically.
" It 's a short Act," he muttered, " but I like the method.
It certainly shows up the man Doolittle."
" Stuff the shoes with paper, then dip a rag in turpentine and rub
the suede. Continue rubbing, turning the rag when soiled, till
shoes look quite clean. Then hang in a current of air to remove
the smell of the turpentine." — North Star.
If on descending from this breezy position you find that the
odour still remains, have a hot bath and change all your
clothes.
PUNCH, OR Til!'! LONDON CHAM VARL— JULY 9, 1913.
THEIR ANNUAL TREAT.
IUISH AND WELSH BILLS (to Chuckcr-out). "WELL, HEBE WE ARE AGAIN!"
JULY H,
PUNCH, OR THH LONDON rilAUIVAIM.
Club Hall-porter. "Gooo KIOIIT, Sm ; AXD KO STEP AT TUB uooii.
ANOTHER INJUSTICE.
BEING -in the thick of a temporary
embarrassment, and having, as it
seemed, run upon the rocks at the
precise moment that all my friends
;uid relations had performed a similar
Icat, there was nothing for it but to
seek professional aid.
On asking the advice of one to
whom all such mysteries are an open
hook, I was directed to an upper room
in Jermyn Street.
The second floor, he had told me;
hut when I reached it and found no
name on the door but plain
AARON BREITSTEIN
I felt convinced there had been some
mistake. For only that morning had I
not been reading about Lord NEWTON'S
Moneylenders Bill, the point of which
is that no moneylender at the present
time would dream of having anything
hut a Christian — or, if possible, a
Scotch — name.
I was therefore boating a retreat,
when the door opened and I was asked
if I was looking for anything. To the
blond, muscular, snub-nosed and very
obvious Anglo-Saxon gentleman who
put the question I replied that I was
in search of one whose privilege and
pleasure it was to assist his fellows in
times of financial stress.
" Come in," he said ; " that 's what
I 'm jolly well here for."
I held my swimming head.
" But," I said, " how can you be a
moneylender when your name is Aaron
Breitstein ? It 's impossible. If your
name was Aaron Breitstein you would
have to change it in order to succeed
in such a business. You would call
yourself Graham or Moffatt or Bunty
or Archer or Eosslyn or Harmsworth
or Pearson. I know ; I have been
reading the aliases in the daily press
only this morning."
" My real name is not Aaron Breit-
stein," he said. " That 's only my
business name."
" What is your real name ? " I asked.
" John George Albion," he said.
" But if that 's your real name," I
replied, " you must be English, and
indeed you look it ; and how can an
Englishman be a moneylender ? It 's
not done."
" I 'm merely an innovator," he said.
" I want to be in the van. Seeing this
change coming I decided to be the first
I moneylender with a frankly Semitic
name, and so I opened this office right
away in order to get a start of all the
' Scotchmen ' when they have to revert
to their true style."
" But your triumph cannot last long,"
I reminded him ; " for you '11 have to
change back too."
" I don't think so," he said. " 1 don't
expect to be worried very much. Only
the suspected are under suspicion, you
know."
"True," I said.
" Meanwhile," he continued, " how
much do you want ? "
I told him.
" Your name and address ? " he added,
looking me full in the face.
I smiled as I gave them, and he
smiled as he wrote them down.
"Ah!" ho said, "Lord NEWTON is
very solicitous for the health of tlii
public, but what about the piiW'c's
friends in need? What about monfy-
borrowers' aliases ? That 's where >rt
suffer, and no peer will ever do any-
thing to protect us."
46
PUNCH, OK THE LONDON CHARIVARI.
[JULY 9, 1913.
A CHEAP DIVERSION.
"LET'S GO TO THE MUSIC-HALL?" "NAY/."
"LET'S GO TO THE SINNEMER, THEN?" "NAW."
"WELL, COME ON, LET'S GO AND SEE MY PANEL DOCTOR? " "RiGHT-o.1
RURAL REVELRY.
(Vide Local Press passim.)
ON Friday last the annual outing of
the Titteringham Literary Society was
held in perfect weather, to the complete
satisfaction of all who were privileged
to participate therein. Hitherto the
members have fared forth on their
annual expeditions in horse - drawn
vehicles, usually of the waggonette
type, but on this occasion a new de-
parture was made, and the Society
availed themselves of the new and
commodious motor-brake recently ac-
quired by Messrs. Docking and Posh.
Mr. Jno. Posh, Junr., was at the wheel,
and his tactful execution of his chauf-
ferial functions elicited the warmest
encomiums, the list of casualties being
confined to one hedgehog, for which no
claim was preferred.
An excellent start was effected at
10.30 A.M. from the " Hammer and
Tongs Inn," and in less than an hour
the splendidly upholstered vehicle,
gliding swiftly over the well-appointed
road, drew up at the entrance to New-
bottle Abbey. A special feature of these
excursions is the excellent practice of
allotting each place visited to a member
with special antiquarian knowledge.
On this occasion it fell to the lot of
our esteemed fellow-citizen, Mr. Ezra
Tipple, to discourse on the beauties of
Nevvbottle Abbey ; and right eloquently
did he avail himself of his opportunities.
Mr. Tipple gave a short and masterly
sketch of the original Roman camp of
Novo-Bottilium, on the site of which the
Abbey was subsequently built by Goswy,
King of Northumbria. Later on, when
KING JOHN was on his disastrous march
to the Wash, he was entertained with
lavish hospitality by the Abbot, and in
return for a magnificent dish of carp,
which were served up to the royal
epicure, the Abbey received the right
to adopt the somewhat pagan motto of
Carpe diem. Proceeding thence to
Stuttingford the party partook of an
excellent luncheon at the " Gray Goose
Hotel," where mine host (Mr. Jonah
Bulpitt) literally surpassed himself in
the amplitude of the menu provided.
Before leaving Stuttingford on the
return journey, the Society spent a
delightful hour in the Free Library,
where Mr. Widgery Bamber, the
librarian, did the honours of the in-
stitution, and Mr. Theophilus Moult
delivered an interesting address on the
principal branches of local manufacture,
viz., cotton, linen, canvas for sails,
sacking, candlewicks, hats, axes, adzes,
spades, hoes, and sickles. The chief
articles of export, in addition to some
of the above, are wool, grain, butter,
bath-chairs, gunpowder, golf-balls, pig-
iron, crinolines (for Central Africa),
swoggles and bobbins. On the motion
of Mr. Hatherley Goole a vote of thanks
was passed to Mr. Moult for his lucid
and illuminating address.
Having partaken of lunch at Stutting-
ford the party were delighted to find
tea provided for them on reaching
Tittenhanger at 4.45 P.M., Messrs.
Pottle and Sons, the well-known
caterers of Wigborough, having pur-
veyed the repast, which included
shrimps and cherries as hors d'aiuurc.
When repletion had supervened the
party migrated to the monastery, where
the .Rev. John Bluck, whose services as
cicerone were greatly appreciated, gave
a vivid account of this great but now
derelict foundation. In the days of
HENBY VII. the staff included an
arch-mandible, seventeen wapentakers,
twenty halberdiers, several seneschals,
and a deputy swan-marker. The soil
is chiefly clay and the land is in many
parts swampy, but remarkably fine
lobsters are bred in the river ; the air is
salubrious and the surrounding scenery
of pleasing character. Several human
bones were dug up in the immediate
neighbourhood of the gatehouse, which
is a fine specimen of mid-Victorian
flamboyant style, with machicolated
transoms and garbled triforiurn.
On an excursion of this sort not much
JULY 9, 1913.]
•PUNCH, OR THE LONDON CHARtVAUf.
47
*
(' -7' .XV^-^
THE SEARCH FOR OLYMPIC TALENT.
AN ENTHUSIAST (\VIIO HAS THE FUTURE OP BRITAIN VERY MUCH AT HEART) TIMING A WEU3HKR OVER THE 200 MKIUES.
time is available for the collector, but
while the Stuttlebury woods were
being explored specimens were obtained
of the lesser pimpernel, the striped or
deadly pipsqueak, stuntwort, talking
nettle, and friable rock-bane, also
•known- as the vegetable lamprey. Mr.
Josiah Povey also brought back with
him two horseshoes, three gutty golf-
balls, probably dating from the early
'nineties, a disused sprocket-wheel, and
a pair of Argosy braces.
A halt was made on the return
journey at the parish church of Great
Snoring,- which the Rev. John Bluck
described as one of the stateliest monu-
ments of the Decorated Soporific school
of art. Within a mile of home the
complete success of the excursion was
very nearly impaired by a serious acci-
dent. Mr. Timothy Wanlip, junr., who
had partaken heartily of shrimps, was
suddenly seized with what Mr. LLOYD
GEOROE elegantly calls "cross-Channel"
symptoms, and fell from the box-seat.
Fortunately the brake had been fitted
only the day before by Messrs. Brackley
and Jeeves with a cowscraper, which
most efficiently prevented Mr. Wanlip,
junr., from being crushed tinder the
wheels. Restoratives were promptly
administered by our good friend Mr.
Hugo Trotter, "L.P.S., and the liotne-
wanl journey was completed without
any further contretemps.
THE DAVID-AND-JONATHAN
BRIGADE.
" THE affectionate relations between
Mr. CHURCHILL and Mr. LLOYD
GEORGE," says The Star, " was (sic)
noted in various little ways at the
National Liberal Club outside the
speeches. As they left the room Mr.
CHURCHILL was assuring Mr. GEORGE,
'You're the man for us,' and patting
him on the back."
The almost doglike devotion that
Mr. ASQUITH displays at all times
towards Mr. JOHN REDMOND received
a charming illustration during the
division on the Third Reading of the
Ministerial Investments Bill. As they
returned from the Lobby the PREMIER
was holding on to the Irish Leader's
hand and, looking wistfully up into his
eyes, was heard to remark, " Where
should wo be without you ? "
Sir MAURICE LEVY and Mr. RAMSAY
MACDONALD, it is well known, are bosom
friends and enjoy each other's confi-
dence in a remarkable degree. The
depth of the feeling existing between
them was made apparent to passers-by
the other day when, standing outside
the Leicester Lounge, the Radical
plutocrat placed his arm round his
colleague's neck and murmured in his
ear, " RAMSAY, you 're the limit ! "
Mr. LEWIS HABCOUHT and Mr. JOHN
BURNS are, of course, inseparable. Only
the other day, as the-y strolled together
across Palace Yard, the COLONIAL SEC-
RETARY was observed to punch his ccm-
rade in the ribs and shout admiringly,
" Ho, you are a one ! "
THE STORY BOOK.
["It is announced in an American news-
paper that a lion's egg, laid at Shuqualak,
Mississippi, had the words ' Watch and pray'
plainly visible and somewhat raised abo\e the
surface of the shell. Tho ' W ' and : 1* ' were
in capital letters."]
A VOLUME most delightful
I 'm happy to possess,
Of pasted cuttings quite full
Collected from the Press ;
For years I 've kept it going,
Preserving thus intact
The fictions, glib and flowing,
Retailed to us as fact.
The range of choice is ample,
But one I chiefly love —
The staggering example
That 's reproduced above ;
I 've sought in each direction,
But none with this can vie,
The gem of my collection,
The Very Biggest Lie.
Letter from a parent to a Bridlington
schoolmistress : —
"Dear Miss , — Dorothy's al>sen«o was
required at home yesterday afternoon. — J.F."
48
PUNCH, OR THE LONDON CHARIVARI.
[JULY 9, 1913.
LOT 176.
" Do you happen to want," I said to
Henry, " an opera hat that doesn't op ?
At least it only works on one side."
" No," said Henry.
" To anyone who buys my opera hat
for a large sum I am giving away four
square yards of linoleum, a revolving
bookcase, two curtain rods, a pair of
spring-grip dumb-bells and an extremely
patent mouse-trap."
" No," said Henry again.
" The mouse-trap," I pleaded, " is
unused. That is to say, no mouse has
used it yet. My mouse-trap has never
been blooded."
" I don't want it myself," said Henry,
" but I know a man who does."
" Henry, you know everybody. For
Heaven's sake introduce me to your
friend. Why does he particularly want
a mouse-trap ? "
" He doesn't. He wants anything
that's old. Old clothes, old carpets,
anything that 's old he '11 buy."
He seemed to be exactly the man I
wanted.
" Introduce me to your fellow club-
man," I said firmly.
That evening I wrote to Henry's
friend, Mr. Bennett. "Dear Sir," I
wrote, " if you would call upon me to-
morrow I should like to show you some
really old things, all genuine antiques.
In particular I would call your atten-
tion to an old opera hat of exquisite
workmanship and a mouse-trap of
chaste and handsome design. I have
also a few yards of Queen Anne lino-
leum of a circular pattern which I
think will please you. My James the
First spring-grip dumb-bells and Louis
Quatorze curtain-rods are well known
to connoisseurs. A genuine old cork
bedroom suite, comprising one bath-
mat, will also be included in the sale.
Yours faithfully."
On second thoughts I tore the letter
up and sent Mr. Bennett a postcard
asking him to favour the undersigned
with a call at 10.30 prompt. And at
10.30 prompt he came.
I had expected to see a bearded
patriarch with a hooked nose and
three hats on his head, but Mr. Bennett
turned out to be a very spruce gentle-
man, wearing (I was sorry to see) much
better clothes than the opera hat 1
proposed to sell him. He became
businesslike at once.
" Just tell me what you want to
sell," he said, whipping out a pocket-
book, " and I '11 make a note of it.
take anything."
I looked round my spacious apartment
and wondered what to begin with.
" The revolving bookcase," I an-
nounced.
" I 'rn afraid there 's very little sale
[or revolving bookcases now," he said,
as he made a note of it.
" As a matter of fact," I pointed out,
" this one doesn't revolve. It got stuck
some years ago."
He didn't seem to think that this
would increase the rush, but he made
a note of it.
" Then the writing-desk."
"The what?"
"The Georgian bureau. A copy of
an old twentieth-century escritoire."
" Walnut? " he said, tapping it.
" Possibly. The value of this
eorgian writing-desk, however, lies
not in the wood but in the literary
associations."
"Ah! My customers don't bother
much about that, but still — whose was
it?"
" Mine," I said with dignity, placing
my hand in the breast pocket of my
coat. " I have written many charming
things at that desk. My ' Ode to a
Bell-push,' my 'Thoughts on Asia,'
my- — •"
" Anything else in this room ? " said
Mr. Bennett. " Carpet, curtains —
" Nothing else," I said coldly.
We went into the bedroom and,
gazing on the linoleum, my enthusiasm
returned to me.
" The linoleum," I said with a wave
of the hand.
"Very much worn," said Mr. Bennett.
I called his attention to the piece
under the bed.
" Not under there," I said. "I never
walk on that piece. It 's as good as
new."
He made a note. " What else ? " he
said.
I showed him round the collection.
He saw the Louis Quatorze curtain-
rods, the cork bedroom suite, the
Caesarian nail-brush (quite bald), the
antique shaving-mirror with genuine
crack — he saw it all. And then we
went back into the other rooms and
found some more things for him.
" Yes," he said, consulting his note-
book. " And now how would you like
me to buy these ? "
" At a large price," I said. " If you
have brought your cheque-book I '11
lend you a pen."
" You want me to make you an
offer? Otherwise I should sell them
by auction for you, deducting ten pei
cent, commission."
" Not by auction," I said impulsively
" I couldn't bear to know how much
or rather how little, my Georgian
bureau fetched. It was there, as 1
think I told you, that I wrote my
' Guide to the Bound Pond.' Give me
an inclusive price for the lot, and never
never let mo know the details."
He named an inclusive price. It was
something under a hundred-and-fifty
iounds. I shouldn't have minded that
f it had only been a little over ten
sounds. But it wasn't.
" Eight," I agreed. " And, oh, I was
nearly forgetting. There 's an old
opera hat of exquisite workmanship,
which —
" All, now, clothes had much better be
sold by auction. Make a pile of all you
don't want and I '11 send round a sack
or them. I have an auction sale every
Wednesday."
" Very well. Send round to-morrow.
And you might — er — also send round
a — er— cheque for — quite so. Well,
.hen, good morning."
When he had gone I went into my
jedroom and made a pile of my opera-
lat. It didn't look very impressive —
hardly worth having a sack specially
sent round for it. To keep it company
[ collected an assortment of clothes.
ft pained me to break up my wardrobe
n this way, but I wanted the bidding
ror my opera-hat to be brisk, and a
lew preliminary suits would warm the
public up. Altogether it was a goodly
pile when it was done. The opera-hat
perched on the top, half of it only at
work.
# * * # #
To-day I received from Mr. Bennett
a cheque, a catalogue and an account.
The catalogue was marked " Lots 172-
179." Somehow I felt that my opera
hat would be Lot 176. I turned to it
in the account.
" Lot 176— Six shillings."
" It did well," I said. " Perhaps in
my heart of hearts I hoped for seven
and sixpence, but six shillings — yes, it
was a good hat."
And then I turned to the catalogue.
"Lot 1 76 — Frock coat and vest, dress
coat and vest, ditto, pair of trousers
and opera hat."
"And opera hat." Well, well. At
least it had the position of honour at
the end. My opera hat was starred.
A. A. M.
Also Ban.
"Mr. and Mrs. Lloyd George were present
at a performance of ' La Boheme,' given at
Covent Garden on Monday night, when Melba
and Caruso were never heard to such good
advantage. Tho King and Queen wcro also
present." — Carnarvon Herald.
" 'Cynic,' 'iconoclast,' 'wanton' — all these
terms, and many more, have been applied to
Bernard Shaw from the time when his Widows'
Houses was produced down to the present."
The Sunday Times (Sydney).
But you ought to have heard the things
they said when his Widowers' Houses
was produced.
JCI.Y 9, 1913.]
PUNCH, OR THE LONDON CHARIVARI.
49
THE MARCONI
INFLUENCE.
I TJTTEBLY FAIL TO UNDERSTAND WHAT CAN HAVE
Inspecting Officer (to captain who IMS been captured with his entire company).
INDUCED YOU TO EXPOSE YOUR COMPANY INSTEAD OF TAKING COVER."
Captain Feddup. "WELL, Sin, I MAY HAVE ACTED THOUGHTLESSLY, I MAY HAVE ACTED CAEELESSLY, MISTAKENLY; BUT I HAVE
ACTED INNOCENTLY, HONESTLY, AND, AS YOU SEE, OPENLY."
A HIGHLAND SOLITUDE;
OB, SACRIFICED TO MAKE A SPORTSMAN'S
HOLIDAY.
(Being a poignant illustration of the
darker aspects of life on a sporting
estate.)
IT was generally understood in the
hotel that Mr. Ezekiel Thornton, of
Salford, was studying social conditions
from a Eaclical point of view. Certainly '
he took no interest whatever in the
fishing, and as the rest of us, for the time
being, took no interest whatever in any-
thing else our intimacy with him did not
ripen as it might have done. He seemed
to spend most of his time poking about
making deplorable discoveries, but he
was always most ready to talk when he
could find a victim. I came upon him
one sunny morning leaning against the
railing and gazing out across the loch.
" You know, I do feel for these High-
land shepherds," ho began. " Theirs
is a bleak, hard life." And he sighed.
I gave him no encouragement, but lie
went on.
The population is leaving the
country; and can you wonder at it?
There " — with a fine wave of his arm —
" where there might be and ought to
be a flourishing community tilling the
heather, the place is a mere solitude
given over to grouse and deer. Do you
see that little white cottage over there?
Near the head of the lake ? One of the
gillies was telling me to-day that the
shepherd's wife that lives there has
broken down completely — mental de-
pression — nervous collapse. Surely
that ought not to be."
" Certainly not," said I.
Mr. Ezekiel Thornton took a long
breath, and I knew that I was in for it.
" Twenty years ago her husband
took her over there as a bride, a
strong, healthy, buxom young woman
of twenty-three. And now it lias come
to this ! "
" But what went wrong ? "
" Sheer loneliness," he replied mourn-
fully. " She had no neighbours. There
is no road, not even a track to the
cottage. Week after week she never
saw the face of a stranger. There she
sat day after day, her husband away
on the hill, cut off from her fellows,
looking out across I he steel-grey loch."
There was a short pause, and then
he began to pile it on. "There she
sat, I say, listless, forgotten by the
busy world, forced back upon her own
brooding solitude year after year. And
now has come the inevitable collapse."
"And has she no children? I asked.
" Thirteen." He shook his head
sadly. " Thirteen mouths to fill."
Journalistic Modesty.
"WASTE PAPER WANTED.
A PROBLEM SOLVED BY ' THE DAILY
CHRONICLE.' "—The Daily Chronicle.
" He believed the whole financial difficulty
could be overcome through fostering free will
offerings, and he held very strongly to the
opinion that tho whole difficulty could be
overcome through fostering freewill offerings,'
and he held very strongly to the opinion that
the whole difficulty could be overcome through
the good old orthodox method — the church
offertory." — Daily News and Leader.
He held on too long.
"WANTED TO BUY. — Handcuffs and Fakes
of every description. Must be cheap or use-
less."— The Magical World.
Cheap, for choice, please.
The Lightning Impersonator.
"Then there was more applause and more
recalls, and at last (copying Madame Patti) he
appeared on the platform with his hat, his,
cane, and his gloves."
Daily News and Leader.
HINTS TO CLIMBERS: HOW TO ATTRACT NOTICE.
VI. ACQUIRE A FEW ORIGINAL EXPLETIVES AND LET THEM LOOSK ON APPBOPBIATE OCCASIONS.
THE M.P.'S GARDEN OF VERSES.
(After ROBERT Lovis STEVENSON.)
: i.
THE WHOLE DUTY OP MEMBERS.
M.P.'s should to their chiefs be true
And vote as they are told to do ;
Be gentlemanly in debate
Or try to be, at any rate.
* r.
H.
A THOUGHT.
It 's really very nice to think
That in the House there 's meat and
drink,
With no necessity to speak
And all the time £8 a week I
in.
THE DAILY BOUND.
In winter sitting late at night
I hate the artificial light ;
In summer it is rather hard
To leave the sun in Palace Yard.
I have to go inside the place,
And hang about all day in case
The Tories spring a snap division
And then object to its rescission.
Now does it not seem hard to you.
When there are nicer things to do,
That I should have to spend my day
In such a tiresome sort of way?
IV.
Two OF A KIND.
I love the 'man who pairs with me
And gives me whole days off ;
On politics we disagree k
But both are keen on golf.
It 's nicer far at Walton Heath
Than voting like machines,
For here there 's lovely turf beneath
Our feet and perfect greens I
All worries we have left behind ;
We are as free as air ;
, It would be difficult to find
A more contented pair.
v.
THE ROAD TO SUCCESS.
I do as I ani told each day
And in the end it 's bound to pay,
For if I don't make any slips
I '11 win the favour of the Whips.
A Member who, though not much
worth,
Can't some day get a decent berth,
He is a bad M.P., I "m sure,
Or else his brains are very poor.
VI.
A PitETTY THOUGHT.
The House is so full of delightful M.P.'s
I 'm sure we should all be as happy as
bees.
VII.
GOOD AND BAD MEMBERS.
Members ! once you 've been elected,
Always vote as you 're expected,
Not the way your heart inclines,
But on strictest Party lines.
Let it be your only hobby
To perambulate the Lobby ;
Very seldom even try
To attract the SPEAKER'S eye.
Ready at a moment's notice
In your place, whate'er the vote is —
That was. how— and still is yet —
Members reached the Cabinet.
But the lazy and unruly
And the sort who speak unduly,
Let them put aside the notion
They will ever get promotion.
Faithless and unwilling henchmen
Never will become front-bench-men,
And they cannot well complain
If Private Members they remain.
"Two reservoirs at Bradford have been
poisoned by dye.
"The action is attributed to Suffragettes,
and the supply has been cut off."
South African Ncics.
In England the supply of them con-
tinues.
.PUNCH, OR THE LONDON CHARIVARI.— JULY 9, 1913.
THE LOOKER-ON.
TBXKE? (to the Balkan" Allies"). «TX PAINS ME. GENTLEMEN, TO THINK THAT YOU, WHO
BEEN ANIMATED FROM THE FIRST BY PURE CHRISTIAN ZEAL ON BEHALF OF
RESSED NATIONALITIES, SHOULD FALL OUT OVER THE SWAG. IF THE MEDIATION
A MUTUAL FRIEND WOULD PROVE ACCEPTABLE, PRAY COMMAND MY SERVICES."
JULY 9, 1913.]
PUNCH, OR THE LONDON CHARIVARI.
53
ESSENCE OF PARLIAMENT.
(EXTRACTED I-'ROM THE DlARY OF TOBY, M.P.)
House of Lords, June 30. — Lord
NEWTON not only makes excellent jokes;
he passes good Bills. Already tliis
Session, whilst others talk and wrangle,
ho has carried through a useful measure
dealing with the evils of hotting,
day moves second reading of tho
Moneylenders Bill. Not the
kind that Josiah or Abraham
would voluntarily endorse, even
with the prospect of something
more than the maximum of 5
per cent, interest which figures
modestly in their circulars. And
yet its provisions are so simple,
and the obvious marvel is they
were not earlier enforced.
All that Lord NEWTON asks is
that moneylenders shall describe
themselves as such ; that in
addition to their assumed names
they shall give their own ; and
that their circulars shall be sent
only to such hapless students of
this type of literature as shall in-
dicate desire to have it supplied.
A flutter audible on certain
benches when, as result of in-
quiry, NEWTON told how these
To-
ago by my lamented friend LABDY,
I used to put the circulars in an
unstamped envelope and re-address
them to tho sender, Moses or Aaron as
the case might be. Pictured to myself
their benevolent smile when, having
paid twopence for the missive expectant
of prey, they found their own circular.
" Am told this artless expedient is
CREWE 8, LANSDOWNE
i^MS FBOM/'OO T« J^ioOCO
THE MASKED MONEY-LENDERS.
" Moses and Aaron trading as CKEWE and LAHSDOWSE."
honest traders, solicitous to add appear-
ance of respectability to shady busi-
ness, borrow names of noble
and flaunt them in place of
lords
their
own, invariably suggestive of Semitic
origin. For example, there are among
the tribe a BUBTON, a STEWART (no
kinsman of LONDONDERRY or GALLO-
WAY), a FORTESCUE and — here NEWTON,
counterchecked by hereditary wariness.
Orders have been given in all money-
lenders' offices not to take in unstamped
letters. What puzzles me is how these
fellows come to know of my straitened
circumstances, a condition of life the
privacy of which I jealously guard. As
they say at the War Office, the Admiralty
or elsewhere, when an embarrassing
smitten with genuine emotion, shud- document gets into the papers, there 's
dered— a CURZON. This indignity to an ' a leakage somewhere."
historic assembly, which has not even a
preamble to recommend it, will be made
impossible by passing of the Bill.
"For example," NEWTON said,
glancing lightly from Ministerial Bench
to Front Bench opposite, from SECRE-
TARY OP STATE FOR INDIA to LEADER
OP OPPOSITION who confronted him,
" Moses and Aaron trading as CHEWE
and LANSDOWNE will be obliged to dis-
close their identity."
Prospect of deliverance from the pest
of moneylenders' circulars evidently
touched a chord of sympathy. The
MEMBER FOR SARK, who watched debate
from Commons' pen, bore personal
testimony to prevalence of tho plague.
"Barely a morning passes without
the post bringing me one or more of
these circulars," he said. " Any day I
might, on ridiculously low terms, find
myself in possession of sums varying
from £100 to £20,000. No questions i
asked ; no disclosure made. Just your '
note of hand, and there 's your money.
Following a hint dropped some years
THE 6TAIBS THAT BESN BUILT.
(Mr. WEDGWOOD BENN.)
Business done. — Second Reading of
Moneylenders Bill passed without
division. Chorus of approval promises
swift and certain progress to Statute
Book.
House of Commons, 8.30 A.M., Thurs-
day.— After sitting that ran nearly the
full round of the clock House sleepily
adjourned. In other days, before Irish
Members found salvation, it was
a familiar incident in week's
work to go home with the milk
in the morning. Of late an
all-night sitting is so unusual
as to create some talk. Suggests
inquiry about reasonableness of
charging overtime. Labour
Members testify that when that
overloaded Titan, the British
workman, is required to stay on
after completion of a full day's
work he is paid per hour at
increased rate. Why should
there be one law for the dock-
worker and another for the
wage-earner at Westminster ?
Talk of organising strikes if
demands on this score be ignored
by CHANCELLOR OF EXCHEQUER.
Late sitting occasioned by
resolute opposition displayed
against Plural Voting Bill in
Committee. Earlier in afternoon there
was outbreak disclosing afresh electricity
in an atmosphere which through long
hours is dolefully depressing. Marconi
episode petered out and ARCHER-SHEE
not quite ready with his oil -can.
Accordingly, by way of filling up time,
WOLMEH, devoured with anxiety for
political purity, brings in Bill extend-
ing scope of Corrupt Practices Act.
Based upon incident occurring at
recent by-election at Leicester. Some
misunderstanding about communica-
tion to working-men voters as to view
taken by Labour leaders in the Com-
mons of interposition of third candidate.
WOLMEH with frankness of comparative
youth had already indicated his view of
transaction.
" A forged telegram," he remarked,
when MAURICE LEVY, who transmitted
the message, escorted the new Member
for Leicester to the Table to take the
oath.
" A vulgar and insulting remark,"
LEVY described it.
WOLMER, shocked at this language,
appealed to SPEAKER for protection.
Got more than he expected in shape of
stern reminder that his own disorderly
conduct had put him out of court.
Few minutes later the SPEAKER again
shortened unseemly episode by stopping
LEVY, who was on the point of what
would have been deplorable final retort
to the noble Lord who talked about
forgery.
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PUNCH/OH TI IK LONDON CTIAIUVAIU.
[JULY 9, 1913'.
1
"THE FIVE MEMBERS.
Mr. MASTERMAIT, Colonel £OCKWOOD, Mr. BONAB LAW, Mr. HABCOUKT and Mr. '\YILLIE EEDMOSD figuring as models for the picture
that is to decorate the centre panel of the new staircase to the Terrace.
Business done. — Wrestled round
Plural Voting Bill the long night
through.
Friday. — The week has seen some-
thing more than irresistible progress
of Home Eule Bill, Welsh Church Dis-
establishment Bill, and Plural Voting
Bill towards Statute Book. Has wit-
nessed opening of new staircase leading
from dining-room lobby to Terrace.
Tendency of Parliamentary mind dis-
tinctly running in direction of stair-
cases leading anywhither so that tfhey
lead away from the workshop where our
£400 a year is so arduously earned.
A few years ago now staircase was
built regardless of expense for use of
ladies going to tea on the Terrace or
dinner in the Harcourt Room. Extrava-
gance was the outcome of protest by
clique of misanthropes who complained
that, when they left enclosure on Ter-
race reserved "For Members only"
and tried to run upstairs in response" to
sound of division bell, their progress
was impeded by what they called
" women " tripping downstairs, usually
occupying the whole of centre-way.
New staircase primarily for: service
of Members ; they are indebted to the
energy of WEDGWOOD BENN, repre-
sentative in Commons of Board of
Works. A First Commissioner (in this
case his deputy) is naturally desirous of
leaving his mark — to be more precise,
his signature — indelibly written on
walls of historic edifice. Thus LOULU
built a spacious banquet hall and
Members call it the "Harcourt Boom."
The new descent to the Terrace will be
known as the Benmaehree Staircase,
a name which happily blends the
patronymic of the Minister with a com-
pliment to the Irish alliance with the
Ministry of the day.
As BENN told a deeply interested
House, it is intended to decorate the
centre panel of the staircase with a
picture designed by SEYMOUR LUCAS
representing "The Flight of the Five
Members." Promise of much competi-
tion for places on the panel. As yet
no decision arrived at as to identity of
sitters for what is likely to be a stirring
picture of Members bolting downstairs.
All that has yet been settled is that, in
accordance with rule governing nom-
ination of Select Committees, two shall
be selected from the Ministerial side,
two from the Opposition Benches, with
one Irish Member.
Business done. — Plural Voting Bill
through Committee.
The Surprise.
From a Ceylon circular : —
"Printed Carpets on Japanese grass, looks
like carpets."
Rotten if they had looked like banana
skins.
1 Wanted — Baby's cot ; also rabbits."
Advt. in " Victoria Colonist.'
We prefer the ordinary hutch.
THE PUSHER.
JAMES may say what he likes, but it
was not my intention to hit the girl in
the rhododendron-coloured jersey. I
hate these losing hazards off the red.
And the same applies to the young man
with the artificially-preserved eye who
was helping her to study the line of
her putt ; the wanton destruction ol
plate-glass is wholly ubhorrent to mj
retiring disposition. But, just as the
bee or the butterfly is lured by UK
brightness of certain flowers, just as
the moth flutters round the evening
lamp and the bird dashes itself against
the lighthouse window, well— he was
a pale-faced handsome-looking fellow,
my ball, with a black rolling eye, and
naturally enough the society of two
commonplace men was a bit dull for
him.
It was at the fourth tee that the
trouble began. I had waggled about
a long time before letting fly, and
probably he hypnotised me, so that
I caught him a most tremendous crack
across the left flank with the toe of my
club. Fortunately there is no silly
point at golf, or lie would have got it
in the neck; but Pink Coat and her
cavalier who were then standing on the
seventh green only escaped his im-
portunity by a magnificent piece ot
ducking. It was done in perfect time
and looked very pretty. As I walkei
slowly away from James to round ii]
the renegade I took off my cap am
JULY 9, 1913.]
PUNCH, OR THE LONDON CHARIVARI.
55
First American Lady Polo Player. "DON'T LIKE HIM 10 PLAY AGAINST? WHY?"
Second American Lady Polo Player. " WELL, HE ALWAYS PLAYS AS IP I WAS OXLY A WOMAN."
spoko to them. " No holding him
to-day, I am afraid," I murmured
apologetically ; " the drought seems to
be in his blood."
The girl stared and the young man
put up the forcing-frame which had
fallen from his eye during the recent
manoeuvres and positively looked nib-
licks at me.
" Oughtn't to allow them on the links
at all," I heard him say, as I tried to
bolt the wanderer from the burrow
where he had gone to earth.
He was quite steady after that,
until the eleventh hole, where, taking
advantage of the fact that I used a
cleek for my second, he tried to make
up to them again. I shouted " Fore ! "
and watched him. He travelled with
a low curly gait about ankle high, the
sort of shot that leaves cover-point
guessing every time. Ehododendron
and Glass-house were taking the flag
out of the fifteenth hole, and they cut
him by a brisk leap into the air. I
could scarcely refrain from shouting
"Encore ! " as I hurried across to whip
him in. I managed, however, to make
another apology, and there was another
frost.
" Disgusting," said the young man as
he replaced his stopper, and they both
deliberately turned their backs on me.
" I don't think I like those people,"
I said to James as I rejoined him ;
" they seem rather reserved."
" I know the man a little," said James,
and as luck would have it he was the
only occupant of the male compartment
of the club-house when we came in to
tea.
" Hullo, I 'm afraid my partner-
nearly damaged you this afternoon,"
said James ; " he 's very sorry about it."
Then I made my third apology, and
the chap looked at me through his
glass as if I had been a green-fly.
This was unbearable. Hang it all, the
grievance was more mine than his. It
was obviously the gay, worldly appear-
ance of himself and his partner that had
tempted my ball away from its proper
courses.
I determined to be affable.
"Are you going to play another
round?" I asked him.
" No," he replied coldly ; " I am going
home. There 's no safe place on these
links."
Very sadly indeed I ate an enormous
tea, and, whether it was the effect of
jthe second piece of cake or nob I do
not know, but my first drive after-
wards had a huge slice upon it.
Almost at once it was obvious that
my ball would drop, not on the course,
but out of bounds in the road that runs
outside. A second later, as it hovered
in the air, it was clear that it was
extremely likely to hit a large open
motor-car coming from the club-house.
As a matter of fact it timed its descent
with extraordinary precision. I have
seldom seen two motorists look so
frightened. Simultaneously they leapt
into the air and flung themselves back
against the cushions. One of them, I
noticed, had a monocle in his eye.
His companion wore a fur coat, but
she had a kind of pink woollen garment
on her lap, and the adventurer fell
exactly between them.
I did not pursue them to reclaim
my property. Legally speaking, they
had no right to appropriate the ball ;
yet, morally, I felt that they had
earned it.
for no
"Hampshire, 532. Oxford 1
wickets." — Dundee Courier.
This is headed "GooD WORK BY OX-
FORD," and we must congratulate them
on their plucky run.
56
PUNCH, OR THE LONDON CIIARIVAEL_
[JULY 9, 1913.
TRY OUR MIXTURE.
SCEXE— A 7lKsr.4rflM.vr.
[Both the Old and ilia Young Man
should look the picture of radiant
health, the Waiter should be very
ijcnial, the Doctors pompous and
well-mean ing, and the Voices should
be extremely agitated.
Old Man. I am glad to see you are
taking Bingo's Life Preserver. .
Young Man. Yes, I always take it, and
so do all my family. It is splendid stuff.
Old Man. And so cheap, too. Only
one-and-nine tho small bottle, and
inferior makes cost two-and-nino or
oven three-and-two.
Young Man (sternly). I avoid all
substitutes. Bingo's is the only true
and original life preserver. (Very im-
pressively) It saved the life of my aunt
at Cromer.
Old Man. How delightful.
Young Man. And my great-uncle,
who is ninety-eight, ascribes his robust
health entirely to Bingo.
Old Man (con amore). I am not at
all surprised.
Youny Man: My grandfather lived to
be one-hundred-and-eloven witlVthe aid
of the large bottle of Bingo, and then
lie was only killed by a motor-'bus.
Old Man. Good.
Young Man. My liver, etc., etc.
Old Man (an hour later). You may
vrell say that.
Young Man. It is splendid stuff.
Old Man (after a pause). It is splen —
I mean it is really good. (A reverent
silence for a minute.) But tell me,
Abraham, how does your love affair
progress ?
Young Man (assuming a lugubrious
expression and heaving a profound sigh).
Alas ! alas !
Old Man. Oh dear, does she refuse you?
Young Man. Eefuse me? Aurelia?
No, she loves me to distraction ; she
would go through fire and water for me ;
but her father will not hear of an en-
gagement. Ho says I have no money.
Old Man. What an impasse !
Young Man. Aurelia lias enough for
two, but she will not marry without
her father's consent.
Old Man. Why not ?
Young Man. She would lose her
money if she did. I don't know what
we shall do. Alas! (Weeps bitterly.)
Old Man. All this is very pathetic.
It affects me strangely. It is quite like
a play. (Restaurant band starts play-
ing " Bitchy Koo.") Ah, there is some
slow music. I think I will now weep.
(Docs so.) [Enter Waiter.
Waiter. Another bottle, Sir? (Per-
ceives their situation.) Dear, dear, don't
take on so, gentlemen. Be British.
Old Man. Ow, ow, ow.
Waiter. Come, come, Sir, every cloud
has a silver lining.
Old Man (rousing himself). That's
true. 1 never thought of that.
[A woman's shriek now rends the air,
which is also filled with confused
cries and shouts. Several people
rush in to the Restaurant in a vary
excited condition. Then an elderly
gentleman in a state of collapse is
carried in. His daughter (much
affected) is by his side.
First Voice. QuickC quick, a chair.
Second Voice. No, a sofa.
First Voice. Water, water.
Second Voice. Waiter, waiter.
First Voice. Fetch a doctor.
Third and Fourth Voices. Help, help !
Oh lor ! Oh lor !
Young Man. Goodness gracious, it is
Aurelia. (Bushes up to her.)
Aurelia. Oh, Abraham, help. My
poor father has been taken ill ; he is
dying. What shall we do ?
" Young Man. Send for a doctor.
[Enter three Doctors, each with a silk
hat, a stethoscope, and a thing that
looks like a stiletto. They punch
the elderly gentleman about the ribs.
First Doctor (after hurried examina-
tion). I can do nothing. He has only
an hour to live. Science is of no avail.
My remedies are worthless. I am sorry.
[Pockets fee and exit.
Young Man. Aurelia, bear up. This
one may be wrong. He is not on the
panel.
Second Doctor (shaking his head). He
cannot live a day. [Exit.
Old Man. This one is very terse. The
whole thing is strangely dramatic.
Third Doctor (after usual prelimin-
aries). No, my colleagues are right this
time. It is quite hopeless, though I
give him a week. It is most interest-
ing. I can do nothing. I will call
again. [Exit.
Aurelia. Oh! what shall I do ?
Young Man (tearing his hair dis-
tractedly). I am completely nonplussed.
Old Man. Abraham, have you for-
gotten Bingo's Life Preserver?
Young Man. Ah, my Bingo. (Pulls
out his bottle and gives it to Aurelia's
Father, who at once sJiows some signs
of life. Slowly he returns to conscious-
ness ; at last he rises, looks round him
and begins to dance about.)
Aurelia's Father. I feel very fit.
I would like a game of squash rackets.
Aurelia (shocked). Father.
Aurelia's Father (surprised). Why, it
isn't Sunday. Oh I I remember now.
I was ill. What was the matter ?
Old Man. Ill, Sir! You were at death's
door. You were saved by this gallant
young fellow.
Young Man (modestly). It wasn't me.
I only did what every Englishman
worthy of the name would have done.
It was Bingo who saved you.
Aurelia's Father (in a tone of dis-
pleasurc). Abraham, do I see you here?
Young Man (nervously). I was hero
first.
Aurelia's Father. I suppose you were.
I was brought in here, of course, when
1 was taken ill. And who is this Bingo
who saved mo ?
Young Man. Bingo's Life Preserver,
which I gave you in the nick of time.
Aurelia's Father (with emotion). Ah,
how it comes back to me. My old
father always told me to take it. The
last, indeed the only, tiling lie ever
gave me was a bottle of Bingo. But
I neglected his warnings. I went my
own way, reckless, careless, Bingoless.
(Very firmly) I will bo wiser now.
Morning and night I will take my Bingo.
Aurelia. And you will consent to our
engagement ?
Aurelia's Father. Well, I suppose
I must. (Grumpily) Abe, you can take
my daughter.
All. Hip! hip! hoorah !
Old Man (to the audience). This is all
due to Bingo.
Abraham and Aurelia embrace ; the
Waiter brings out drinks for all,
and the Old Man walks off with
Aurelia's Father. As the curtain
falls he is heard saying —
Yes, but the large bottle at two-and-
seven comes cheaper in the long run.
CURTAIN.
PUT TO THE PROOF.
LATELY I gave the camera-man
One last conclusive show :
He was to trace my final face
For after-men to know.
The deed was done ; I looked — and got
A really nasty blow.
Plump and high-browed I knew I was,
But not half-bald and fat.
Those lines ! That nose 1 Could they
be those
I wear beneath my hat?
And, horrified, " Kind heavens ! " I
cried,
" It can't have come to that ! "
Back went they ; but next day arrived
Still deadlier printed lies ;
A blasting sight I By day and night
Their memory never dies.
That Clapham Junction of a brow I
Those bagged and bleary eyes !
And with them came a note that made
Still worse his wanton act :
The earlier lot had given me what,
Said he, my features lacked,
Till Art "re-touched." These latest
showed
The Unmitigated Fact.
JULY 9, 1913.]
PUNCH, Oil THE LONDON CIIARIVAUI.
57
HINTS TO FOREIGNERS WHO PRODUCE CINEMA FILMS FOR THE
ENGLISH MARKET.
An ENGLISH NOBLEMAN AS A RULE DDKS NOT ACT IN THB
ABOVE MANNED DURING A MISUNDERSTANDING WITH A LAD*
WHO HAS ENGAGED HIS AFFECTIONS.
ENGLISH SPORTSMEN AND SPORTSWOMEN ARE SELDOM
DECOEATIVE AS XHIS.
NVura THE EARL OP WESSEX MEETS AN F.X-OFFICEB OP
HT8 KEOIMEKT IN THE DESERT THEY ARE UNLIKELY TO BEHATB
LIKE THIS.
EN THE NOTICE PRECEDING THE PICTURE DEFIHITKI.T
STATES THAT THB ACTION TAKES PLACB IN PlCCADIIiY IBM
ABOVE DOESN'T LOOK EIGHT SOMEHOW.
PUNCH, OR THE LONDON CHARIVARI.
[JULY 9, 1913.
CAMPER'S LUCK.
, yes, of course one is " roughing
it," as they say. That is all right.
You don't expect a vagrant's life to bo
a bed of roses. But I am not com-
plaining of the rules of the game.
Being no mean sportsman, I am always
prepared to rough it in a spacious,
weatherproof, well-ventilated and
luxm'iously appointed caravan, with a
first-class stove, comfortable chairs and
a thundering good bed. The trouble
lies not in the inherent privations of
existence on tour — far from it. The
trouble lies in the ups and downs, the
undulations — if you take me — in the
run of luck. Even so, it would be all
right if one thing did not lead to
another. But it does.
They go in cycles, generally of about
twenty-four hours. If a day means to
be good it is not at all easy to spoil it.
And if it means to be bad you can't
cure it. It is simply the steady pre-
ponderance of good days over bad that
makes caravanning the finest holiday
in the world. But " when they are
bad " (like the little girl in the poem)
" they are horrid."
You can nearly always tell them as
soon as you get up. The rubber bath
acts as a sort of rough index for the
day. If it behaves well you are pretty
sure to be all right. But if it begins
by flopping over when you are filling
it, and flooding the corner where you
keep the boots, and ends by turning
on you viciously as you are emptying
it out of a high window, you are in
for it. You must go forward in faith,
with no immediate hope, and with your
eye fixed bravely on the morrow. In
the meantime you may expect a bad
egg for breakfast, a heavy downpour
of rain while you are packing up, a
broken trace when you stick in the
gate, a mistake in the map, which
lands you into impossible country, a
lame horse. You will find you have
forgotten the corkscrew and left behind
your only pipe; the shops in the
village that you were counting on are
closed for the weekly half-holiday ; your
letters have been sent to the wrong
place. You endure endless delays in
finding camping ground, because the
farmer has recently made the farm over
to his brother-in-law (just now at the
station with the milk), who has sub-let
the only possible field to the butcher,
who is at a market four miles off, and
(when he is found) can't move the
cattle unless he has permission to put
ihern into the meadow that belongs to
;he aged schoolmaster, who is in bed
with a sharp attack of pneumonia and
:an't be consulted. That is the sort of
way it works.
And, as I have said, one thing leads
to another.
It is late at night and everything is
at last in order. It occurs to you, just
before turning in, that you will clean
the fish for breakfast. That will not
take five minutes. You go into the
kitchen, get a bowl, a sharp knife and
the bucket. In pouring the water into
the bowl you slip and ilood the floor.
You mop it up, and then you must
wash your hands. You get a basin,
fetch the soap from the bedroom and
pour out more water. You wash your
hands. Very well, you return to the
fish. The candle has almost burned
out. You go and grope for another in
the locker, and have the misfortune to
get your hand into the blacking. You
light the candle, wash your hands and
return to your fish. But by degrees
you are getting deeper in. The candle
topples over. You had jammed it on
the top of the hot stump and it has
gone weak in the knees. You make a
grab at it. You are too late to save it,
but you knock something off the table
and can hear it dripping quietly in the
dark. You plunge fishy hands into
your pockets, but find you have no
matches. You have to go for them to
the bedroom, stepping on the lard en
route. You find that the dripping sound
was methylated spirit and it has con-
taminated the frying-pan. Very well.
You" fix your candle. Everything is
getting pretty fishy by this time, so
you wash your hands. You return to
your fish. Then you try to wash the
frying-pan with cold water, and fail.
You must boil water, and you have no
water left. You light a lantern and go
for water to the spring (600 yards).
You propose to ignite the stove. It is
empty. The oil is beneath the van,
and it is now raining hard. You bring
the oil and upset the milk which some
fool had left on the step. You light
the stove; boil the water; wash the
pan ; wash the floor ; chuck away the
lard ; wash your hands ; put out the
stove ; take back the oil and put the
fish in the frying-pan. It is now two
hours since you began and your net
loss is one quart of milk, a pint of
methylated spirit and a chunk of lard.
You see what I mean when I say that
one thing leads to another.
But then, if the morrow is a good day,
it will inaugurate a new cycle. The
fish will not, after all, taste of methy-
lated spirit. You will find enough
milk in the blue jug. As you empty
the bath out of the window, it will quite
gratuitously put out a rising confla-
gration where some one had set fire to
the old newspapers, and might have set
fire to the van. At breakfast, if you
happen to drop a plate off the table, it
will not break but it will kill a wasp.'
As the day goes on itinerant butchers
and bakers will minister to you in the
nick of time. A preternaturally intelli-
gent postman will pursue you on a
bicycle with the lost letters. By taking
a wrong turning you are brought to the
most perfect camp of the tour in a
sheltered meadow by a winding stream.
One of the lamps of the stove goes out,
while you are not watching it, and
thereby saves the sirloin from being
grossly overdone.
And late at night a sudden heavy
shower extinguishes the gramophone of
the party camped over the hedge.
FAUVETTE.
(A Toy Dog.)
FAUVETTE a dainty lady is ;
Her life is hedged with luxuries,
Her room with richest tapestries.
Her garb is very fair to view ;
She has a silken coat of blue,
And one of roseate satin, too.
In this attire her days are spent
Upon a couch of pleasing scent
'Twixt sleep and taking nutriment,
For which she has a silver dish
Served with the rarer kinds of fish,
Or breast of game, if she should wish.
She comes of high and ancient line ;
Her birth, her breeding, are so fine
That she has won of medals, nine.
Such worth demands the greatest care;
Tho' sometimes, when the day is fair,
She will go forth to breathe the air.
Not doomed to walk, as others are,
She takes a drive, not fast or far,
Well guarded in a costly car.
For this she has a coat of fur
And goggles light as gossamer,
Lest wind or dust should ravish her.
And she, from this high post, looks down
Coldly, bet\veen a sneer and frown,
On the low mongrels of the town,
Who see her on her owner's lap,
And, stung by her derisive yap,
Would give the world to have one snap.
It may be, if some boarhound ate
The frail and shivering Fauvette,
Her mistress would be much upset.
For me, at an event so tristo,
I should not worry in the least,
I do so hate the little beast.
A wit has applied the term " Lime-
wash" to Mr. LLOYD GEORGE'S style
at the National Liberal Club Luncheon.
Conversely, the name of the CHAN-
CELLOB'S new private secretary is
Mr. WHITEHOUSE.
JULY 9, 1913.]
PUNCH, OR THE LONDON CHARIVARI.
Policeman (on point duty, to inquisitive stranger). " I WISH YOU WOULDN'T WOBBY MB WHEN YOU SEE I 'M BUSY. JUST LOOK
WHAT YOU "VE DOSE I "
OUR BOOKING-OFFICE.
(By Mr. Punch's Staff of Learned Clerks.)
MR. OLIVER ONIONS is the latest expositor of the art of
•what might be called the concurrent sequel. I remember
that, when he published the further history of Jim Jeffries
under the title of The Debit Account, I complained that
only those with some previous knowledge of his past could
make out what it was all about. In the present volume,
The Story of Louie (SECKEB), he has been so far from
repeating this mistake that Louie's story is entirely and
absorbingly complete in itself; and only when about two-
thirds of the way through did I suddenly find myself in'
familiar company. This many-sided consideration of one
history is a fascinating development of fiction, which may
however be overdone. Certainly the previous books had
given me no idea that there was so much in Louie. I am
inclined indeed to call her the most attractive figure in all
Mr. ONIONS' rather sombre company. Child of a runaway
match between an artist's model (who was also a pugilist)
and a lady of quality, Louie is throughout the true daughter
of such parents. She is a fighter, but she fights clean.
Her upbringing by a mother who is ashamed of her; her
attempt to earn independence at a gardening academy ; the
episode of her early love and its consequences — all these
are so vividly told that, long before she met Jim Jeffries at
the Business College, Louie had become for me absolutely
human and real; so much so that the tragedy wherein,
according to the previous books, she had played but a sub-
ordinate part I now regarded exclusively as it concerned
her. On which, since it was presumably just what Mr.
ONIONS intended, I make him my felicitations, coupling
with them a gentle hope that he will now leave this some-
what depressing affair and tell us about another.
One of the chief attractions of that pleasant writer, Mr.
ABCHIBALD MABSHALL, is the natural and unvexed fluency
of style by which he communicates to the reader something
of his own atmosphere of ease and confidence. It may be
that in The Honour of the Clintons (STANLEY PAUL) the
narrative is at times a little too unstudied; that a little
more selection of detail might have strengthened it ;
that the dialogue, always extraordinarily probable, might
with advantage have indulged our imaginations more freely ;
but these are the defects of a sound virtue. The plot of Mr.
MARSHALL'S clever story is concerned with a theft committed
by a lady at a country-house party. A hint of her guilt is
dropped rather early in the tale, but this matters less because
the theft and its exposure, though no doubt they provided the
author with his original motive for making the book, interest
us chiefly for their effect on the character of someone who
had no sort of hand in the crime. Pompous, dictatorial,
thoroughly satisfied with himself and the Providence that
has made him what he is, the Head of the House of Clinton
is suddenly asked to face this blow that falls upon his
family's honour, and in the test discovers an unsuspected
GO
PUNCH, OR THE LONDON CHARIVARI.
[JULY 9, 1913.
nobility. All the delicate phases of the struggle between con-
science and the instinct of self-preservation are analysed by
the author with the very nicest judgment. Mr. MAUSHALL'S
familiarity with the externals of this type lias long been
recognised, but hero ho is not content with just a true
picture of life in a setting well-observed ; ho has attempted
a difficult problem in psychology, and brought a very sure
hand to his task. He has many admirers, and this new-
book promises to add much to the stature, and even more
to the quality, of his reputation.
Let those who are fatigued by the novel of problem and
of purpose turn to How Many Miles to Babylon 1 (CONSTABLE)
and seek refreshment. One is naturally chary of super-
latives when writing of a new novelist, but I can honestly
say that no " first book " has for many years impressed me
more than Miss IBWIN'S. Mab, the heroine, is taken
through her childhood and school-days (which are most
vividly described) until she returns to her relations, who
did not understand her,
and with whom she had
little or no sympathy ;
and during this part of
the story she is drawn
with an insight that is
almost uncanny in its
perfection. Apart from
the fact that M ss
IRWIN evidently ima-
gines that the Rugby
and Marlborough
cricket match is occa-
sionally played at Marl-
borough, I can find
nothing that is not pre-
cisely and exactly right.
Later on, after Mab's
marriage, I think that
the author's grasp over
the story is a little less
sure. Her account of
Mab's flight from her
husband is too metic-
ulous in its detail. It
is impossible to cavil at
the flight itself, but one may well regret the attempt to
make so much of what is rather attenuated material. For
the rest, however, I am not only a captive to the curiously
delightful atmosphere of the book, but also an enthusiastic
admirer of the skill with which a most difficult character
lias been handled.
I had always supposed that any fool could make money
n the late rubber boom. But apparently I was wrong.
This certainly was not the experience of Sir Derrck llyder-
dale. But then he was the hero of The Lost Destiny
STANLEY PAUL), and in many respects an exceptional man.
Tilings happened to him as tliey do not happen to ordinary
lersons. For example, he had a visitation in a railway
carnage from an invisible voice (something like the gnat
ind Alice) which warned him concerning his future. A
ittle later on a bold bad financier — possibly in active league
with the Evil One, but of this I am not certain — gave him
wo hundred pounds to gamble with in return for half his
•vinnirgs during four years. So Byderdale took the money,
ind abandoned his alternative career as an Empire-builder
or that of a plunger. It was here that I detected the root
dea that alone saves Mr. C. VILLIEKS STUAKT'S story from
itter sensationalism and futility. The conception of a man
Mother. " COME ALONG, GREGORY, AN'
TER MIGHT BE LIKE IT SOME DAY."
on the downward path, haunted by what he might have
been, is in itself excellent. Unfortunately the author has
by no means done it justice in treatment. His characters
are like nothing on earth. I thought the Jow financier was
unreal enough, when, just for melodrama, he made an
appointment with the now ruined liychrdalc at midnight,
and dared his victim to murder him. Which the latter
promptly did, with sufficient ingenuity, by means of a
poisoned syphon. And then the Home Secretary — but no,
you must really find out for yourself how he camo in an
easy winner in the race for incredibility. I have said just
enough not to spoil the story for those who like this sort of
tiling, and to avert the danger of deadly boredom from those
who don't.
I have a shrewd suspicion that of the twonty-and-three
stories that go to make up the volume Through the Window
(MILLS AND BOON) the twenty were got together mainly
in order to provide the remaining three with an excuse for
existence. I only hope
that they were hunted
up from the limbo of a
bottom drawer and that
time and effort were
not spent upon writing
them for the purpose.
I am far from saying
that they are bad ;
many of them were
worth the telling, and
one, "The Five Pound
Note," so much so that
it has already, I am
afraid, been many times
told. But if they are
capable they are no
more, and certainly
they are not up to Miss
MARY E. MANN'S form,
as anybody could see
for himself who had no
previous experience of
what Miss MANN'S
form might be. Each
story has its point, but
in none is the point fairly developed ; the reader is informed
that such and such a thing happened but is not given to
understand why. There are, besides, two pervading faults.
In the first place the politics are bigoted. Many will agree
that Miss MANN'S opponents are a misguided party, hut
even they aro not to bo dismissed in such an offhand
manner. In the second place the few serious attempts at
characterization achieve little more than an unhappy class
distinction, feminine merits being confined to the upper
ten and masculine virtues to members of the Senior
Service. The three that remain are " The Setting Sun,"
an elegy ; " Beetles," a gruesome but delightful incident,
and " Medlars," an incomparable jest. There is that about
the two last named that leads mo to suspect that the author,
if she would subject herself to a process of ruthless self-
criticism and elimination, could produce a book of short
stories not unworthy of that great model, MAUPASSANT.
" It was decided that the members should endeavour to raise a
fund for a marble font by asking parents who had had their children
baptised in the Cathedral to donate at least one shilling per child
towards the same. At the April meeting, Mrs. Z headed the list
with £5."- — Graf ton Diocesan Neirs.
We are glad to see that the large family is getting
popular again.
DON'T BEGIN IMITATING THEM GOLFERS ;
JULY 16, 1913.]
PUNCH, OR THE LONDON CHARIVARI.
61
CHARIVARIA.
MR. KEIR HARDIE, in a speech at
Plaistow, explained why ho never goes
to Buckingham Palace. "I never ac-
cept favours which I cannot return,"
ho said. " I cannot ask the KINO to
my backyard, so I keep away from his."
His MAIKSTY is said to be greatly re-
lieved by the explanation.
* *
The marriage between the Balkan
Allies being at an end, the Powers have
decided to keep the ring.
* *
A lady — Dr. MARIE C. STOPES — has
been appointed Lecturer on Fossils at
London University, and there is an ugly
rumour on foot to the effect that the
subject of her first paper will be Man.
* *
The elephant which Lord HABDINOE
was riding at the time of the bomb
outrage at Delhi, has, in consideration
of his steadiness on that occasion, been
made a State pensioner. We under-
stand, since the news has leaked out,
that he has been pestered with unwel-
come attentions on the part of fortune-
hunters, and, with the view of putting
an end to the nuisance, he would like
it to be known in the elephant world
that it is not his intention to marry.
* , •:••
One of the witnesses in a recent sen-
sational will-suit is said to have refused
fabulous sums offered to him by the
managers of several Eevues as an
inducement to him merely to toddle
once round the stage on his knees.
* *
By the way, so many smart people
were prevented by lack of accommoda-
tion from attending the trial referred
to that it has bean suggested that the
High Court authorities should be
authorised in future, on the occasion of
a cause c&Ubre such as this, to hire a
theatre for its run. The cost could be
recouped by charging for all seats except
those in the gallery, the surplus to go
to the Trustee in Bankruptcy of the
•litigant who loses.
•jf *
Owing to the advance in the price of
raw materials our soap is to cost us
more, and the day may not be far
distant when it will b3 cheaper to use
india-rubber. „. .,.
Meanwhile it is said that quite a
mimlier of little boys, whose parents
are alarmed at the prospect of an
increase in the price of yet another
necessity, have gamely offered to wash
only once a week.
* *
However, as a Member of the Govern-
ment is reported to have said, even if
SECKETABIES OP SEASIDE AMUSEMENTS COMMITTEES SHOULD BEAU ix MIND, WHEN GETTIHO
UP THEIB ANNUAL BF.GATTA, THAT, WHILE THE ABBANGED ITEMS MAY BE ENTEBTAISIKO, IT 18
THE LITTLE IMPBOMPTU FEATURES THAT THE PUBLIC BEALLY LOVES.
the price of soap goes up, white-wash,
thank Heaven, is cheap enough.
* *
A few weeks ago we stated in this
column that the " Old Six Bells " inn,
Willesden, had " been condemned by
the local authorities as unfit for habita-
tion." We are now informed by the
agents of the owner that this statement
is " quite inaccurate and calculated
to seriously damage both the value of
the property and also the business at
present being carried on by the tenant,
viz : that of a Coffee and Dining Rooms."
We hasten to express our regrets, and
wo trust that if any readers of Punch
have been in the habit of using the
place as "a Coffee and Dining Eooms •"
or have chorished the intention of
bidding for it when (if ever) it comes
into the market, they will not have
been put off by our erroneous state-
Iment. Long may the old inn remain
as sound as a bell — as six bells t
:;: :|:
The fact that Tagg's Island is being
advertised as " The Riviera of London"
is, we hear, hotly resented by certain
South London watering - places, and
steps are to be taken at once to diaw
public attention to the claims of Ber-
mondsey and Rothorhithe.
*_*
The recent fire at the Welcome Club,
Earl's Court Exhibition, fortunately did
but little damage, but the Committee
realise now that it is possible for a
welcome to be too warm.
*#*
The Epping Guardians have decided
to purchase a tif teen-shilling wig for a
pauper inmate of the workhouee, but
any lady pauper asking for a trans-
formation will bo discouraged.
62
PUNCH, OR THE LONDON CHARIVARI.
[JULY 16, 191.3.
LEAVES FROM THE BEERBOHM TREE
OF KNOWLEDGE.
rfn fricmllv imitation of the first chapter—entitled " Our Betters "
—of Sir IlKiuiF.HT TIIKE'S recently published Thoughts and Aftet
,ts.]
\Vn\T is a gentleman? I once assisted at a banquet
which was {'raced by the presence of a number of actor-
managers. A humorist, called upon for a speech, addressed
the company as "Knights and Gentlemen!' The dis-
tinction is only superficial, for they have much in common.
A gentleman is one who does not care a coat-tail button
whether he is a gentleman or not ; and a knight is one who
is so little concerned about his title that he would just as
soon he a baronet.
Sweet are the uses of the University and the 1 ublic
School if your sole object is
" to merge in form and gloss
The picturesque of man and man."
But I havd never found that SHAKSPEAKB, who was neither
at Oxford (like BENSON) nor Cambridge (like ADRIAN Ross)
was the worse for that defect. The triumphs of the author
of "Endymion" were not won on the playing-fields of
Eton, and ROBERT BURNS could never have learned to write
"For a' that" at Harrow.
My own ideal type is the peasant. I have often come
away a better man from holding converse with a yokel.
He is nearest to Nature. For one who has given his life to
Art such intercourse is a fine corrective.
I have spoken slightingly of University education. I
will do so again. My brother MAX has often complained
bitterly to me of the damage done to his genius by his six
years' residence (if I have got the period right) at Oxford.
Had it not been for the disabilities which he acquired at
that seat of learning so-called, he thinks, poor boy, that he
might have rivalled me as an actor. There is BOURCHIER,
of course. But it is riot given to everyone to pass through
the University and still keep, as he kept, the divine spark
unquenched. . '
There are many kinds of snobbery. One might indeed
devote an entire book to the subject of snobs. It would
have made a good theme for THACKERAY.
To recur to the question of University education. You
will seldom find a sailor who has taken the degree of Master
of Arts at one of the Universities. Yet no class of men is
more keenly intelligent about splicing a rope or boxing a
binnacle. And why ? Because they are constantly in touch
with the elements. On the other hand I have never known
a man to escape sea-sickness through wearing a University
ribbon on his hat. I think, without conceit, that I have
proved my point this time.
Self-respect is the very tap-root of the oak of indepen-
dence. - But it must be watered with humour and manured
with modesty. Only the greatest — and therefore the most
modest — actors can afford to dispense with the limelight.
The curse of dramatic art is the publicity which it entails.
If I had my way the names of the cast should not be
given on the programme, and every actor should disguise
his own identity; so that at the fall of the curtain the stalls
would ask one another, " Which was THEE '? "
The Spirit of the Age is undergoing a sea-change. Put
your ear to the shell upon the shore and you will hear the
rumble of the on-coming armies of Liberty and Equality,
as they burst through the barbed wires of convention and
sweep away the landmarks of vested interests. That is
what I mean when I speak of a sea-change.
Too long have we been licking the boots of " Our Betters."
But there is a cloud to every silver lining ; and, when
everybody is as good as everybody else, we must be prepared
to sacrifice the privilege of patronising " Our Worses." We
shall all be on the same rung of the ladder — probably the
bottom one.
Those who have never suffered from the disease of self-
consciousness will be left unaffected by the sea-change to
which I have referred. This applies peculiarly to the lead-
ing exponents of the drama. For the purposes of creative
Art we may have imitated " Our Betters," but we have never
recognised them as such. A Duke or a Marquess- -they
are all one to us.
To strain after originality is to confess oneself a Philis-
tine. The note of genius is inevitability. How was it that
the late GEORGK WASHINGTON spoke the truth so ably ? Not
because he was trying to distinguish himself ..from his
fellows, but because lie couldn't help it. I knew a Hamlet
who wanted to be original about his dying. For weeks he
fell dead without distinction, and then, one night, at the
supreme moment, he slipped up on a banana-skin thrown
from the gallery — and brought down the house. One
touch of Nature often has this effect.
It was SHAKSPEARE who said, "To thine own self bo
true." SHAKSPEARE could say almost anything better
than almost anybody else. Yet there have been other
great writers whom 1 could mention if I gave thought to
it. Meanwhile, MOSES, SOPHOCLES, DANTE, CERVANTES
and GOETHE are names that occur to me.
Two of the greatest developments of our era are Eugenics
and Boy Scouts. I remember once hearing of a congenital
idiot who accidentally severed an artery and, in the absence
of First Aid, bled to death. < It was for lack of a Boy
Scout that he died ; and it was for lack of Eugenics that he
was ever horn.
The minority of to-day becomes tho majority of to-morrow ;
and it is no less true that the majority of to-day becomes
the minority of to-morrow. Life is full of these strange
paradoxes — if that is the word I mean. The rain falls equally
on the just and the unjust, but chiefly on the just, because
the unjust takes the just's umbrella. The only safe course
for the just is to shelter under the spreading chestnut Tree.
•• .0. S. .
PETER PIGEON.
THE pigeons dwell in Pimlico ; they mingle in the street;
They nutter at Victoria around the horses' feet ;
They fly to meet the royal trains with many a loyal phrase
And strut to greet their sovereign on strips of scarlet baize ;
But Peter, Peter Pigeon, is in his cradle days.
The pigeons build in Bloomsbury ; they rear their classic
homes
Where pedants clamber sable steps to search forgotten
tomes ;
They haunt Ionic capitals with learned lullabies
And each laments in anapaests and in iambics cries ;
But Peter, Peter Pigeon, how sleepily he sighs.
The pigeons walk the Guildhall, they dress in civic taste
With amplitude of mayoral chain and aldermanic waist;
They bow their grey emphatic heads, their top-knots rise
and fall
While clustering in the courtyard at their mid-day
dinner-call ;
But Peter, Peter Pigeon, he nods beneath my shawl.
The pigeons brood in Battersea ; while yet the dawn is dark
Their reedy aubade ripples in the plane-trees round the
park ;
They light upon your balcony, a brave and comely band,
Till night decoys their coral feet, their voices low and bland;
But Peter, Peter Pigeon, his feet are in my hand.
PUNCH, OK TllJi LONDON CII AKIVARL— JULY J6, 1913.
BAULKED !
LORD MURRAY OF ELIBANK. " • MAECONI ENQUIRY CLOSED!' THIS IS INDEED A BITTER
DISAPPOINTMENT."
Jur.r 16, 1913.]
1TNTCII, OR TJIE LONDON CHARIVARI.
C5
" I 'M SORRY TO TROUBLE YOU, MADAM, BUI YOU ABE DIRECTLY OX THE LINE OP OUR DRIVE. WlLL YOU KINDLY MOVE ONE WAT
OR THE OTHER ? '
"CERTAINLY NOT. I HEARD YOU SHOUT VERT RUDELY, BUT I 'VK NO IKTEXTIOX OP MOVINO. I SHOULD HAVE THOUGHT THAT
A GENTLEMAN, WHEN HE SAW ME HERE, WOULD PLAY THE OTHEB WAY."
CREATING AN 1MPBESSION.
THE summer swank - by - the - sea
season is upon us again, and Brixton,
Bow, Battersea and Bromley are
busy.
You that have yachting caps to wear
prepare to wear them — shortly. A well-
found cap of this sort, a bins coat with
brass buttons, white flannel trousers, a
pair of white shoes, and the thing is
done— you are a yachting man. But
why make the mistake of buying or
hiring a yacht? There is an easier
and a cheaper way.
It is Saturday — a fine day — and you
have arrived at Weymouth, or maybe
it is Scarborough. Begin well by culti-
vating an air of aloofness, of detach-
ment from the common herd.
There are yachts in the harbour.
One of them, if not yours, shall be as
yours in the eyes of the girl whom you
wish to impress. Don't overdo the
tiling. Create an impression that you
are the owner, or at least a guest of
the owner, of one of those yachts, and
tho worst is over.
\Yilh as showy a weed as threepence
will run to, make your way to the
quay and stroll about in a dignified
manner till your Dulcinea appears with
the latest holiday thriller under her
arm and the newest Bon Marche turban
hiding her pretty curls.
Now is the supreme moment. Sum-
moning your courage from its abiding
place you should put one hand to your
mouth, holding the cigar delicately with
the other, and sing out, "Nymph,
ahoy!" or "Lticy, ahoy!" as your fancy
| dictates, having first made sure that no
yacht so named is within hearing.
It is unlikely that Dulcinea is versed
in the nuances of a nautical hail, but it
is well not to call out twice unless you
are fairly certain of yourself. There
being no response from tho vasty deep,
it is as well at this juncture to pause,
turn on your heel with a smothered
exclamation of annoyance, and retreat
to your bed-sitting-room in the little
street behind the harbour for a while to
allow the idea to sink in.
Dulcinea has a receptive mind, and
when next you meet she will probably
respond to any suitable conversational
opening.
Commercial Candour.
" Engraved free while you wait at our stores
a few days only."
Advt. in " Lethbridge Morning News."
Sorry, but we cannot wait. We have an
j engagement the day after to-morrow.
THE MENU.
I HAVE a garden where there grows
The white, the pink, the crimson rose ;
Carnations blent of every hue
Are there, and dandelions, too ;
Some parsley, mint and thyme and cress
Are also grown at this address.
The place abuts upon a way
Untrodden save on market day,
And then frequented mostly by
Unhappy sheep en route to die.
These pass my gate and, passing, bleat,
And what return are butcher's meat.
But there were lambs on Wednesday last
Who called upon me as they passed
(Not by my invitation, but
Because the wicket wasn't shut)
And took a meal at my expense.
Was ever such impertinence ?
I put that meal in evidence : —
They did not eat, as you 'd suppose,
The white, the pink, the crimson rose.
Carnations blent of every hue
Were not the end they had in view ;
Nor were the parsley, thyme or cress
Or lion in its dandiness.
They ate with neither pause nor stint
Their pet aversion — namely, mint.
Laid waste the bed and left it bare,
And, sauceless lamb being dismal fare,
I must admit they had me there.
66
PUNCH, OR THE LONDON CHARIVARI.
[.JULY 1C, 1913.
Dorothy. "Do you WAST ANY PUDDING?"
Leslie (naughty, and sent into the luill to finish his dinner}.
SERVING THERE '& NO ANSWER."
' TELL THE PERSON WHO 's
CHANCE, THE FRIEND.
HE got in at Southampton West — a
retired Army man, I should guess, florid
and with a bristling sandy moustache.
All too soon he caught my eye. This
orb was not out for capture at the
moment ; it merely rose inadvertently
from my book while I turned a page
and rested a fraction of a second too
long on the newcomer's countenance.
But it was enough. It was all he
needed, and in a moment he was off.
" With this wet wicket," he said,
" Oxford ought to win."
I said in reply as little as I could
and resumed my reading.
" That fellow, MELLE," he went on.
He '11 do the trick. Very artful, those
Colonials. Remember LE GOUTEUR? "
I had to confess to a recollection of
LE COUTEUB.
" RHODES scholar, you know. South
African, I believe, or was it New Zea-
land?"
I had no suggestion to offer, although
I knew that LE COUTEUB was neither,
but an Australian.
" Well, anyway," he pursued, " he
was that kind of bowler, too. If
Oxford wins the toss they ought to put
Cambridge in after all this rain. I did
that once at Cheltenham, I remember,
and the other side thought I was mad.
But we beat them."
I made such a determined dive at
my book that for a while he was mute.
Then he relented.
"Funny thing," he said, "but I'm
sure to see old TOM HOBSON at Lord's
to-day. I see him every Varsity match.
I once scored off TOM — he's a ground
bowler, you know. We were on tour,
and I bet him half-a-sovereign I "d
reach my hundred wickets before he
did. We got to ninety-eight all, anc
then I took him off and put myself on
and made up the hundred. You shoulc
have seen TOM'S face ! He said il
wasn't fair, but I told him I wasn't
going to let him win if I could help it ;
lot likely. We have a laugh over it
every year. Are you a cricketer ? "
I said I had dabbled in the game.
" Nothing like it," he said. " It 's
ihe best game. I wish I wasn't too
old. Lawn tennis and golf for me
now ; but just at the present moment
neither. The fact is I 've crocked my-
self up."
I had to ask how.
" Broke a muscle in my leg," he said.
Just as I was serving. Most ex-
;raordinary sensation. Exactly as if
some one had thrown a stone and hit
me in the calf. As a matter of fact, I
ooked round to see who had done it.
I 'm going up to town now to see one
of those Swedish masseur fellows ; but
not till they draw stumps at Lord's, of
course."
The train stopping at Winchester
gave me the opportunity to buy a
paper and change my seat. Another
man getting in took mine, and I won-
dered how soon the chatterbox would
do it on him. He merely waited for
the train to start and then began.
" Not a very promising day for the
Varsity match ?" he said.
The other agreed.
" You going? " he asked.
The other admitted that he was.
I then succeeded in getting into the
power of my hook again and happily
lost some of the connecting links, the
next thing I caught being these words :
But as a matter of fact I can't play
anything just now. I 've gone and
crocked myself up. Broken a muscle
in my calf. Have you ever done that ?
The newcomer had not and hoped
he never would.
" Well, you never know," he was
assured. " Lots of men have done it
this year. It is the most extraordinary
thing. Exactly as if some one had
thrown a stone hard and hit you. In
fact, I looked round to see who it was."
At Basingstoke the newcomer changed
his compartment and another traveller
entered and took the fatal seat, and lie
too was put through it.
But now an unprecedented thing hap-
pened, which I ask no one to believe,
but which none the less is true. The
conversation had followed its usual
course — the weather, the wet wicket,
the Colonial bowler, the Cheltenham
triumph, the low subterfuge on TOM —
all as though I had not already heard
it twice; and I sat and marvelled at
such a want of delicacy of feeling, such
amazing hardihood and metallic insen-
sitiveness ; because I am one of those
foolish creatures who are miserable for
an hour if they catch themselves tellinfg
the same thing twice to the same
person, even after an interval of weeks.
JOXY 16, 1913.]
PUNCH, OR THE LONDON CHARIVARI.
G7
THE SEARCH FOR OLYMPIC TALENT.
A PATRIOTIC FABMEB Tt'BNS A FIERCE BULL INTO A FIELD IK OBDEB TO TEST THE HUBDLIXQ POSSIBILITIES OF HIS FAKM-HANDB.
The talker of the L. & S. W. B.
•was, however, not like that, and on he
went undismayed until he reached the
broken muscle. It was then that the
unexpected occurred, for no sooner did
the newcomer learn of the calamity than
he chipped in.
" Yes, I know what that is," he said.
" I 've done it too. Most extraordinary
sensation — exactly as if you 'd been hit
in the calf by a stone ! "
My talker, who had been all fussy
animation till then, suddenly petrified.
His mouth was open but no words
emerged. He scrutinised his vis-d-vis
with a cold and glassy gaze. Some-
how he seemed to scent a " plant " or
conspiracy, although knowingthat there
could not be one, for collusion had
been impossible. He even glanced
suspiciously at me, as I could feel.
" Yes," repeated the other, all un-
conscious of his Promethean theft;
" it 's the rummest feeling. Just here "
— ho touched his calf. " Exactly, as
I say, as if someone had thrown a stone
at you."
Tlio conversationalist feebly ac-
quiesced and turned to his paper. The
other man turned to his paper, and we
had silence all the way to Vauxhall.
I swear this is a true story.
The worst of it is that it was pure
chance and could not be adopted as a
.strategic move with bores.
THE SEASON.
(To a Debutante.)
A FEW short weeks wherein to dine,
To dance, to flirt, to laugh, to shine
Like- some new star;
To wear gay gowns and strange-dressed
hair
And hats that make the people stare
Or say we are
Original, as it may be —
Yes, that, my dear, for you and me
The Season means ;
But for the girls who shape our frocks,
Our headgear (and, maybe, our locks) —
Some in their teens
Perhaps, as we — the Season holds
Quite other things. Tucks, hems and
folds,
Gauze, silk and lace
They wield for us with close-eyed care,
White-faced and worn, so we be fair
And take our " place " ;
The weeks drag slow for such as these
Whose backs are bent that we may
please.
For us to stitch,
Their fingers fly or else their wheels ;
Their very dreams build cotton-reels 1
Time's Hurry- Witch
Pursues them with her beating-broom
And cares not for their fading bloom.
Toil, toil, my dear,
The Season spells for poorer maids,
While wo, in Fashion's jocund glades,
Have but one fear —
Lest, as we flit from flower to flower,
Our honey will at last turn sour I
So, should we not
Remember, now we both are "out,"
When wo (for trifles) pine and pout,
Or moan our lot,
That there are maidens still more sad
Who, were they bidden, would be glad
Within our shoes
To step, to flirt, to dance, to dine,
Willing, as we, like stars to shine,
To pick and choose
How they each rosy day shall spend
And dream that rose-days never end ?
Another Impending Apology.
" A lord-lieutenant is not always chosen be-
cause of his good looks. Tho Earl of Craven,
the new Lord-Lieutenant of Yorkshire, is an
exception." — Daily Sketch.
From an hotel advt. in Daily News : —
"Bedroom, Breakfast, Bath, Light Attend-
ance— 5/6."
The " light attendance " is not a feature
of this hotel only.
" The enterprising proprietor of the Queen's
Hotel, fashioned after the good old English
stylo as regards cleanliness and home com-
forts, has undergone notable alterations
internally." — Tientsin Sunday Journal.
We shall call upon him when he is
convalescent.
68
PUNCH, OR THE LONDON CHARIVARI.
[JULY 16, 1913.
THE BIRTHDAY PRESENT.
" IT 's my birthday to-morrow," said
Mrs. Jeremy, as she turned the pages
of her engagement book.
" Bless us, so it is," said Jeremy.
" You 're thirty-nine or twenty-seven
or something. I must go and examine
the wine-cellar. I believe there 's one
bottle left in the Apollinaris bin. 1C 's
the only stuff in the house that fi/zes."
" Jeremy ! I 'm only twenty-six."
" You don't look it, darling; 1 mean
you do look it, dear. What I mean-
well, never mind that. Let 's talk
about birthday presents. Think of
something absolutely tremendous for
me to give you."
" A rope of pearls."
" I didn't mean that sort of tremen-
dousness," said Jeremy quickly. " Any-
one could give you a rope of pearls ;
it 'a simply a question of overdrawing
enough from the bank. I meant some-
thing difficult that would really prove
my love for you — like LLOYD GEORGE'S
ear or the KAISER'S cigar - holder.
Something where I could kill some-
body for you first. I am in a very
devoted mood this morning."
"Are you really?" smiled Mrs.
Jeremy. " Because "
"I am. So is Baby, unfortunately.
She will probably want to give you
something horribly expensive. Between
ourselves, dear, I shall be glad when
Baby is old enough to buy her own
presents for her mother. 'Last Christ-
mas her idea of a complete edition of
MEREDITH and a pair of silver-backed
brushes nearly rained me."
" You won't be ruined this time,
Jeremy. I don't want you to give me
anything ; I want you to show that
devotion of yours by doing something
for me."
"Anything," said Jeremy grandly.
"Shall I swim the Channel? I was
practising my new trudgeon stroke in
the bath this morning." He got up
from his chair and prepared to give an
exhibition of it.
" No, nothing like that." Mrs.
Jeremy hesitated, looked anxiously at
him and then went boldly at it. " I
want you to go in for that physical
culture that everyone 's talking about."
" Who 's everyone ? Cook hasn't
said a word to me on the subject ;
neither has Baby ; neither has —
" Mrs. Hodgkin was talking to me
about it yesterday. She was saying
how thin you were looking."
" The scandal that goes on in these
villages," sighed Jeremy. " And the
Vicar's wife too. Dear, all this is
weeks and weeks old ; I suppose it has
only just reached the Vicarage. Do
let us be up-to-date. Physical culture
has been quite dAmode since last Thurs-
day."
" Well, I never saw anything in the
paper
" Knowing what wives are I hid
it from you. Let us now, my dear
wife, talk of something else."
" Jeremy ! Not for my birthday
present?" said his wife in a reproach-
ful voice. " The Vicar does them every
morning," she added casually.
" Poor beggar ! But it 's what Vicars
are for." Jeremy chuckled to himself.
" I should love to see him," he said.
" 1 suppose it 's private, though. Per-
haps if I said ' Press '-
"You are thin, you know."
" My dear, the proper way to get fat
is not to take violent exercise, but to lie
in a hammock all day and drink milk.
Besides, do you want a fat husband?
Does Baby want a fat father? You
wouldn't like, at your next garden
party, to have everybody asking you in
a whisper, ' Who is the enormously
stout gentleman ? ' If Nature made me
thin — or, to be more accurate, slender
and of a pleasing litheness— let us
believe that she knew best."
" It isn't only thinness ; these exer-
cises keep you young and well and
active in mind."
"Like the Vicar?"
" He 's only just begun," said his
wife hastily.
"Let's wait a bit and watch him,"
suggested Jeremy. " If his sermons
really get better, then I '11 think about
it seriously. I make you a present of
his baldness ; I shan't ask for any
improvement there."
Mrs. Jeremy went over to her hus-
band and patted the top of his head.
" ' In a very devoted mood this morn-
ing,' " she quoted.
Jeremy looked unhappy.
"What pains me most about this,"
he said, " is the revelation of your short-
comings as a wife. You ought to think
me the picture of manly beauty. Baby
does. She thinks that, next to the
postman, I am one of the "
" So you are, dear."
" Well, why not leave it ? Really,
I can't waste my time fattening refined
gold and stoutening the lily. I am a
busy man. I walk up and down the
pergola, I keep a dog, I paint little
water-colours, I am treasurer of the
cricket club; my life is full of activities."
" This only takes a quarter of an
hour before your bath, Jeremy."
"I am shaving then; I should cut
myself and get all the soap in my eyes.
It would be most dangerous. When
you were a widow, and Baby and the
pony were orphans, you and Mrs.
Hodgkin would be sorry. But it would
be too late. The Vicar, tearing him-
ON A SMALL NUT.
(Seen at Baling.}
HE stood apart on the kerbstone's angle,
Where four crossways divide ;
Mid the blare of the 'bus and the tram-
ways' jangle
He leaned on his stick and sighed ;
Fourteen summers and winters—
quite,
His coat too long and his boots
too tight,
But he shone in button and flower and
bangle
Like the dogstar down the night.
I saw him stand there, passionless,
steady,
While the universe went round;
And, as sipping a vintage young and
heady,
He looked upon life and frowned.
And I felt like a truant child at play,
And I raised my hat as I went my.
way
If not to the Nut that he is already,
To the Nut he will be some day.
self away from Position 5 to conduct
the funeral service —
" Jeremy, don't ! "
" Ah, woman, now I move you. You
are beginning to see what you were in
danger of doing. Death I laugh at;
but a fafc death — the death of a stout
man who has swallowed the shaving-
brush through taking too deep a breath
before beginning Exercise 3, that is
more than I can bear."
" Jeremy ! "
" When I said I wanted to kill some-
one for you, I didn't think you would
suggest myself, least of all that you
wanted me fattened up like a Christinas
turkey first. To go down to posterity
as the large-bodied gentleman who in- !
haled the badger's hair ; to be billed in I
the London press in the words, ' Curious
Fatal Accident to Adipose Treasurer ' —
to do this simply by way of celebrating
your twenty-sixth birthday, when we
actually have a bottle of Apollinaris
left in the Apollinaris bin — darling, you
cannot have been thinking."
His wife patted his head again
gently. " Oh, Jeremy, you hopeless
person," she sighed. " Give me a new
sunshade. I want one badly."
" No," said Jeremy, "Baby shall give
you that. For myself I am still feeling
that I should like to kill somebody for
you. LLOYD GEORGE? No. F. E.
SMITH? N-no. . . ." He rubbed his
head thoughtfully. " Who invented
those exercises ? " he asked suddenly.
" A German, I think."
"Then," said Jeremy, buttoning up
his coat, " I shall go and kill him."
A. A. M.
JULY 16, 1913.]
PUNCH, OR THE LONDON CHARIVARI.
69
OUR VILLAGE MATCH.
Batsman. "WHY CAN'T YEB CALL WHEN YOU 'RE COMING?"
Second Batsman. " 'CAUSE I DON'T WANT TO PUT THE FIELDER ON HIS GUARD.'
THE WORST POLICY.
A FEW months ago there appeared
in Punch some examples of truthful
advertisements issued hy a firm of
House Agents. The idea appears to
be spreading. We have before us the
following remarkable announcement of
a Tourist Company : —
A WEEK IN DELIGHTFUL EAUVILLB
for
£5 5s. Od.
(and certain additions which will he
apparent to those who read further).
SELECT PARTIES
(as select as can be expected in view of
the fact that nobody who pays tho fees
is refused) will leave London every
Saturday evening until further notice
and return to London on the following
Friday morning.
(The advertised " week " therefore in-
cludes the days of departure and return.)
Charge (payable strictly in advance) —
£5 5s. Od.
(This, however, moans 3rd Class travel
throughout. For 2nd Class the ad-
ditional charge is £1; and for First
Class £2 5s. Od.)
Accommodation is provided in a
boarding - house in Eauvillo (only
moderately good), and includes room
(containing two, three or even four
beds), light (which is cut off at 11 o'clock
each night), attendance (for which the
tourist is expected to give lavish tips),
breakfast (coffee and rolls), and evening
dinner (at which the only liquid pro-
vided free is water, which we strongly
advise our clients not to touch) each day.
Extra charge for superior
accommodation —
10s. 6d.
For first-class hotel accommodation —
£2 2s. Od.
If a separate bedroom is required the
additional charge is 12.s. Gd.
(It will be noted that the tourist is
expected to obtain any refreshments ho
may require between breakfast — which
is, of course, quite unsatisfying to the
average Englishman — and evening
dinner. Similarly he must make the
best arrangements he can for feeding
himself on both journeys.)
The feature of this Tour is the
admirable series of
EXCURSIONS.
These are arranged to give our clients
an opportunity of visiting -what we
consider the principal points of interest
in the district and at the same time to
secure an adequate profit for ourselves.
Charge for the series of Four
Excursions : —
If booked in London... £3 10s. Od.
If booked in Eauville. . £3 15s. Od.
Charge for any Single Excursion : —
If booked in London ... £1 Os. Od.
If booked in Eauville ... £1 2s. Od.
(The Excursions are personally con-
ducted, and gratuities to the conductor
are heartily encouraged.)
The Tourist must expect a number of
further incidental expenses, but these
unfortunately will not benefit us. If,
however, wo can devise any further
nuans of extracting money from him,
we shall not hesitate to apply them.
Recreations of Great Men.
"•Ho also took great interest in pushing
electric tramways in Bradford."
Bradford Daily Aryus.
" At the request of Dr. Maivson, Mr. E. B.
Waite, curator of the Christchurch Museum,
has consented to prepare the report oil the
collection of fishes made by the Australasian
Antarctic Expedition. Mr. Waite has in hand
already the fishes which he collected at the
Macquarie and Auckland Islands when he
went to the Southern Ocean in Dr. Mawson's
exploring vessel, the Aurora, last year."
Christehurch Press.
We are prepared to congratulate Mr.
WAITE, to take off our hats to him —
but we will not shake him by tho hand.
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PUNCH, OR THE LONDON CHARIVARI.
[JULY 1G, 1913.
THE SUSPECTED SEX.
Girl (suddenly noticing policeman}. "I FAHND IT LIKE THAT. I NEVER DONE IT, MISTER; STRAIGHT I NEVER!"
JEUX D'ESPRIT AT DRURY LANE.
(.1 tribute to the art of the Russian
premier danseur and the two ladies
who accompany him in a now famous
pas de trois.)
NIJINSKY, there are certain souls
More blind to beauty than a hen is,
Who, jarred not by the caracoles
In all your other ballet roles,
Take umbrage at your " Tennis."
They do not like your leaps and flings ;
Some trifling disappointment rankles
When, bouncing lightly from the wings,
You flaunt those tasteful trouserings
Tied tightly round the ankles.
They grumble at the ladies' skirts,
The Post-Impressionistic setting ;
They muse on Wimbledon ; it hurts
To see you waste your time on flirts
And otiose curvetting.
But I, I have the hidden key
To that coy dance, where others lack
it;
I comprehend the mystery;
The large ball does not bother me,
Nor yet the blood-hued racquet.
You have the core, the inner truth
(All errors in the husk it pardons)
Of tennis, not the game sans ruth,
But tennis, well-beloved of youth
In old-world English gardens.
With two fair maidens at your call
Amid parterres of bright geraniums,
Grown tired of hunting for the ball
You yield a captive to their thrall
And kiss them on the craniums.
But this to me most clearly shone,
Fantastic sprite from Eastern Europe,
That only three of you were on ;
And where, I ask, was James or- John
Who helped to make the four up ?
A shadowy motive seemed to go
Through all those steps and still en-
liven :
"Shall we pursue the ball ? Not so ;
It was not we who whacked it. No ;
The criminal was Ivan."
But where was Ivan ? Fancy sped :
Through all the dance's twisting
mazes
I nursed his picture in my head,
Couched lowly in the strawberry bed
Stuffing himself like blazes.
This is the triumph of all art,
Especially its latest model —
Symbolic images to start
Of things unseen, of worlds apart.
*****
The press critiques were twaddle.
EVOE.
" Apart from the honour of the thing there
is little material profit awaiting Mr. Alfred
Austin's successor, the salary attached to the
post being only a paltry £70 a year, with an
allowance of £-21 in lieu of the traditional sack
of butt." — Liverpool Courier.
Everybody is talking about Butt — the
new breakfast food. Small sack 5/-,
larger sack 7/6.
" On opening a double dark slide of book-
form the loose plate will have its back towards
the plate which is fastened in, and tho lo.?a
plate will ba the one in the lower (odd)
number of the slide." — Photography.
One of the things we wanted to know.
"At the conclusion of the lecture, Mr. Peter
Warren, in the name of the subscribers,
handed over to the energetic secretary, Mr. S.
Wood, a handsome oak dresser."
Cullompton Deanery Parish Mayazint,
It is Mr. PETER WARKEN who strikes
us as the really energetic man.
PUNCH. OB THE LONDON CHABIVARI.— JULY 16. 1913.
A WAY THEY HAVE IN THE BALKANS.
GREECE. "NOW HOW DO WE DIVIDE THESE BULGARIAN SPOILS— SUPPOSING WE
GET 'EM?"
SERVIA. "WHY, MY DEAR FELLOW, AREN'T YOU AND I ALLIES? OF COURSE WE
FIGHT EACH OTHER FOR 'EM."
JULY 16, 19] 3.]
PUNCH, OR THE LONDON CHARIVARI.
73
ESSENCE OF PARLIAMENT.
(EXTRACTED FROM THE DlABY OF TOBY, M.P.)
II. use of Commons, Monday, July 1.
— " The Angel of Death is abroad in
tho land." Onco again the PREMIER
stood at tho Table in presence of a
crowded, hushed assembly, beads
reverently uncovered as if in the actual
ico of Death. It was only a few
weeks ago that lament was raised
for G EON; '•>'• WYNDIIAM. To-day it is
tho sudden cutting-off of ALFRED
j that makes the House of
Commons a house of mourning.
Points of resemblance make more
striking the close se-
quence of their deaths.
Both men were, in the
prime of life; both when
last seen at Westmin-
ster were apparently in
full enjoyment of health
and strength ; both,
having by sheer capa-
city won their way to
high place in tho ranks
of their Party, seemed
to have before them a
long career of useful
work ; upon both with
awful suddenness came
the end.
There was one notable
absentee from Front
Opposition Bench. It
seemed natural, indeed
imperative, that, as
happened in the case
of GEORGE WYNDHAM,
PKINOE ARTHUR should
add his wreath of
" myrtles brown with
ivy never sere " to the
garland laid by the
I'IUME MINISTER on the
bier of his lost friend. Shrinking from
that ordeal he did not even trust him-
o be present. It was left to the
titular LEADER OF THK OPPOSITION to
voice the grief of ALFRED LYTTELTON'S
personal colleagues on the Front Bench
and the sorrow of tho Party he graced
and strengthened by his comradeship.
Not least arduous among the duties
pertaining to office of Party Leader
is that of from time to time paying a
tribute to the memory of a great man
dead. On an historic occasion DISRAELI,
called to fill the part, was so prostrated
by emotion that he inadvertently appro-
priated a purple patch from a funeral
oration by a French statesman, incor-
porating it in what was presented to
the House of Commons as his personal
lamentation. Mr. GLADSTONE was a
master of the art ; so in differing styles
was CAMPBELL-BANNERMAN and is
PRINCE ARTHUR. SARK, who has
listened to a long succession of funeral
speeches delivered from either side of
the Table, testifies that for genuine
feeling, simplicity of construction and
exquisiteness of phrasing few have
equalled, none surpassed, tnePBBlOBB'a
brief speech, uttered with faltering
voice under strain of emotion that more
than once threatened breakdown.
As he said, ALFRED LYTTELTON " has
left behind him no resentment and no
enmity, nothing but a gracious memory
of a manly and winning personality, the
memory of one who served with un-
stinted measure of devotion his genera-
that, in spite of angry difference on a
particular question, there exists between
Nationalist and Ulsterman a common
sympathy, a sentiment of brotherhood
jealous for each other's welfare.
Came up accidentally, as such things
frequently do. PKEMIKH having in
reply to question stated intention of
making new appointment to Laureate-
ship, JOYCE rose from Nationalist Camp
with supplementary question.
" When this matter comes to be
enquired into," ho said, "will consi-
deration bo given to the undoubted
poetic ability of tho hon. Member
tion and his country." That a sentiment | for Nor h Armagh ? "
House taken by sur-
prise. Always found
interesting peisonality
in MOORE, K.C. His
interjection ary contri-
butions to debate rarely
fail in leading to tem-
porary tumult. Only the
other week they led to
his own suspension from
service of the House.
As far as may be judged
from material supplied
by him to brief bio-
graphical notices ap-
pearing in customary
channels of information,
if modesty permits him
to claim special distinc-
tion over his fellow
Members in any parti-
cular, it is based on the
fact that he " stands
6 feet 4£ inches in his
boots." To have dis-
closure made that in
his own country he, in
common with another
Messrs. WEDGWOOD and OUTHWAITB v. COLONIAL SECRETARY.
in which Members on both
shared. For the PREMIER, beyond the
common grief at the passing of one
" who of all men of this generation
came nearest to the ideal of manhood,"
there was the breaking of the link of
thirty-three years' affectionate friend-
MOORE of earlier date,
is recognised as a poet,
sides was agreeable surprise.
PREMIER took keenest interest in it.
"Perhaps the hon. gentleman," he
ship.
Happy
in a pure and healthy life
ALFRED LYTTELTON was honoured in
his death by rare eulogy spoken before
a responsive audience gathered on the
historic stage it was long time his
pleasure and his pride to tread.
Business done. — Home Eule Bill
read a third time by majority of 109 in
House of 595 Members.
Thursday. — One of those little inci-
dents that go straight to susceptible
heart of House just happened. Personal,
perhaps trivial, in its range, to the
seeing eye it touches depth of grave
political situation. Seems to show
said, addressing JOYCE, " will furnish
me with a copy of the poems alluded
to."
Incident temporarily distracted in-
terest from Plural Voting Bill. Useful
suggestion made from above Gangway
that specimens of the new MOORE
Melodies shall be circulated with the
Votes.
Business done. — Plural Voting Bill
discussed on Report Stage.
Friday.- — Talk in tone of surprise
about the SPEAKER permitting WEDG-
WOOD and OUTHWAITE wantonly to
waste twenty minutes of precious time,
first by challenging division on formal
Resolution moved from Treasury Bench,
then by actually forcing one on pro-
posal to suspend eleven o'clock rule.
Performance was by way of tit-for-tat
PUNCH, OR THE LONDON CHARIVARI.
[JULY 16, 1913.
with COLONIAL SECRETARY, who de
clined to gratify these eminent states
men by repudiating action of Sout
African Government in repelling fierc
riot in the streets of Johannesburg.
Among the Standing Orders is on
specially designed to meet case o
divisions thus frivolously demanded
It directs that after the lapse of tw
minutes the SPEAKER or CHAIRMAN,
may take the votes of the House o
Committee by calling successively on
the Members who support, and on th
Members who challenge, his decision
to rise in their places. Thereupon he
may declare the determination of the
House or Committee without a division
It was evident that the patriots
THE BABD OP ABMAGH.
(Mr. W. MOOBE, K.C.)
below the Gangway had very small
support for their pettish revolt. Indeed
doubtful whether if a division were
called they would have a single Mem-
ber to " tell." The event proved that
they had seven. Had Standing Order
140 been invoked the undignified per-
formance would have been over in
appropriate manner within space of
three minutes.
" Why," Members asked each other,
"did the SPEAKER, invariably master
of a turn in the situation however
sudden and embarrassing, ignore the
weapon lying to hand ? "
As may be expected there was
sufficient reason. Standing Order in
question requires that the minority
Members rising in obedience to
challenge from the Chair must have
their names taken down and printed in
the division list. As it turned out
they, in common with a family known
to WORDSWORTH, were seven. They
might have been, as has happened on
former occasions, thirty-seven or even
more. In such case, so far from then
being saving of time, there would hav<
been loss, together with infliction o
undignified labour on the Clerk of the
House. Profiting by past experience
the SPEAKER took no risks.
Moral obvious. Either let the Stand
ing Order be abolished or amended by
deletion of the provision that the names
of the frivolous persons must be taken
down. It serves no other purpose
than that of ministering to the vanity
and pursuit of self-advertisement that
actuate most of these exhibitions.
Business done. — Report of Plural
Voting Bill agreed to.
LYRA HYPOCHONDRIACA.
(A Chronicle of Cures, with Biography
of a Survivor.)
IN the distant days, when he first began
To ponder the state of his inner man,
He thought he had found in drugs and
pills
A remedy for all human ills.
He drank dry sherry — 'twas called
Montilla—
And dosed himself with sarsaparilla.
But that was only a passing phase,
And he shortly took to other ways.
For then was the time when the
medicos
Were running a boom in cheap Bor-
deaux—
A. cool but terribly acid drink
With a bouquet akin to that of red ink.
The next of his hygienic lures
Was the ancient craze for water cures,
And as long as ever the temperance
tide rose
He spent his summers at various hydros.
3ut, in spite of the eulogy of PINDAR,
When the human throat is as dry as
tinder,
The blameless liquid that flows from
the pump
.8 apt to give one the double hump.
So, when his doctorprescribed Glenlivet,
rle found himself as right as a trivet,
And hoped to reach life's final coda
Accompanied by whisky and soda.
3ut here, it seems, he reckoned without
Regard for man's fell enemy, gout ;
And, after a spell of dire disquiet,
Again was forced to remodel his diet.
3e had to abandon all " prime cuts,"
3e took to cutlets, but made of nuts ;
And, like a little child in bibs,
Drank nothing stronger than cocoa nibs.
Tor three long years he underwent
?his vegetarian punishment,
Then found (with SALISBURY) relief
n boiling water and half-cooked beef.
Jext FLETCHER told him how to chaw
Cach mouthful by a rigorous law;,
Until his single occupation
Throughout the day was mastication.
But since he could not quite afford
To throw all duties overboard,
And could not help himself, like SMILES,
Ho took the counsel of EUSTACE MILES^
And lived for nearly half a year
On plasmon and on ginger-beer.
Then, feeling for fresh adventure ripe,
He tried the barefoot cure of KNEIPP,
And dabbled in the morning dew
With others neither fit nor few.
Then for a while he placed reliance
In Mrs. EDDY'S Christian Science,
Combined with lactobacilline
And copious draughts of paraffin.
But all these fads he has forsworn
And now professes himself re-born
And full of beans as the maddest Mullah
By dint of massage of the medulla.
In short, he 's a full-blown osteopath,
But — tell it not in the streets of Gath—
Whenever a new cure comes along,
Whether it's gentle or whether it's
strong,
Such is the faith that fires and fills him,
He'll give it a trial although it kills
him.
Royal Metamorphosis.
"Tho King, changing into a four-horsed
:arriage, drove through the Cattle section."
A characteristic example of kingly tact.
" Silk Scarves. Usual price 5s. Sale price
4s. Hid."— Advt. in "North Star."
We cannot accept this sacrifice.
1 Little Lucy, on her way home from school
along one of the main thoroughfares of 8al-
'ord, saw a lurry horse slip and inako the
isual convulsive effort to recover. It kept its
:eet with difficulty. ' Oh, mother,' said Lucy,
narrating the incident when she got home, 'it
was so frightened that the electricity came out
at its fcet.' " — Manchester Guardian.
" A little boy coming out of the Gladstone-
•oad School in Cardiff this week saw a lorry
horse slip and make the usual convulsive
effort to recover. It kept its feet with diffi-
culty. When, the youngster reached home he
narrated the incident to his mother, and
said, ' The horse was so frightened that the
jlectricity came out at its feet.' "
'South Wales Daily News" (two days later).
This reminds us of a humorous remark
naade by our own little Ernest. He
was coming out of Battersea Park last
Tuesday, when he saw a lurry (or lorry)
lorse slip and make the usual con-
vulsive What? It happened to
,-our little Emily at Nottingham on
Monday? Extraordinary coincidence!
Hull has been protesting against a
proposed flight by an airman on a
Sunday. We should have thought it
vould have welcomed anything which
rvould make people look heavenwards.
JULY 16, 1913.]
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75
Lady. "Now, WOULD ONE OF YOU LIKE TO SAY GRACE?" (Pause of misunderstanding.) "WELL, WHAT DOES YOUR FATHSU
BAY JUST BEFORE YOU BEGIN TO EAT?" Little Girl. "OH, 'E SEZ8, ' NAH THEN, GET ON WIV III'"
A MAN WITHOUT IDEAS.
BECAUSE I chanced to look up at the
exact instant of time when the illusion
was perfect, I could have sworn — for a
second or so — that the car, like some
swift grey beast, had sprung upon him
from behind with a low roar, gulped
him down whole and vanished, leaving
only a billow of swirling dust to mark
the spot where she had made him her
prey. It was all illusion, of course, for
a moment later he sat up in the middle
of the road and peered about him,
blinking. A stammering crescendo yell
from the car's exhaust horn came back
to us through the drowsy dusty air, with
a curious effect of mockery — already
she was far off — and the tramp rose,
rather alertly for a tramp. He limped
over to my railings and, with one hand
clutching a post, stared down the road.
He gulped — a long, slow rise, decline
and fall of the " Adam's apple " that
was almost unnerving. He was collar-
less and slightly scrag-necked, so that
I got the full benefit of it.
"A narrow squeak," I said.
He did not answer immediately. He
merely gulped once more, and, breath-
ing heavily, continued to survey the
slowly settling dust that the car had
raised.
Then quite suddenly he turned to me.
" A fine car, that, Sir — magnificent.
One of the best I 've ever been knocked
down by," he remarked.
I had expected wrath, sorrow, lan-
guage— anything, in fact, but praise of
the car, and I think I showed my
surprise, for he smiled a faint, dusty
smile.
" It is my fatal habit of walking in
the middle of the road," he explained
rather shyly. " Thinking ... I find
I cannot think freely if I keep close in
to the hedge. Of course I have never
been actually struck by a car — but the
rush and clamour of their close passing
sometimes slightly confuse me and I
stumble — as you saw. I was wrapt in
thought. Nevertheless, I know —
" Nuthin'," said an angry and con-
temptuous voice. " He don't know
nuthin'. He's always being rode over
— and he don't know nuthin'."
The first drifter — a tall ish person —
shrank into himself like a snail's horn
and quite suddenly an air of extra-
ordinary insignificance pervaded him.
" He don't know nuthin'," repeated
the voice, and I looked round to
encounter the blue-eyed stare of another
drifter — a small man in ancient tweeds,
very sunburnt, with a lemon -coloured
beard and a repaired nose. Manifestly
angry and scornful.
" We parts company here," he said
decidedly. " But before we parts I 'm
going to tell the truth about you.
Before your face . . . I 've had enough
of it."
He turned to me abruptly ; the first
drifter resembled a captured apple-
stealer.
" He calls himself a philosopher . . .
and that 's the cause of everything.
He don't do anything — except keep on
philosophying. He ain't got an idea
in his 'ead. The rows we've had ! "
The little drifter made a gesture of
despair.
" And yet I like the man — I don't
deny it " — he ran his eye over the
philosopher rather as though the latter
were a horse for sale or a piece of
furniture — "but he's too much respon-
sibility. He keeps on with this philo-
sophying all the time and he ain't
practical. And it comes 'ard on me
. . . Mister, he ain't got what a
practical man would call an idea in the
i 'ole of 'is 'ead. He 's like a child.
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PUNCH, OK THE LONDON CHARIVARI.
[JULY 1G, 1913.
Helpless. Walks in the middle of the
road and that. You seen for yourself.
I don't hardly like walking with him.
It makes folk stare and wonder. 1 f
he'd only try to learn to get ideas into
his 'ead. . . ."
The little drifter suddenly opened
the tattered rush fish-basket he carried,
disclosing a tightly packed mass of
withered, yellowish vegetable matter,
which he described as salad. His
comrade, the man without ideas, stood
limply by, listening with an extra-
ordinary appearance of guilt.
"I had to think out the idea of
having some salad yesterday," said the
small drifter with a" sort of bitter pride,
" and I left it to him to get it in a
likely-lookir g road of houses in Brock en-
hurst, while I worked another road for
a bit of something to go with it. I
waited for him just outside the village
about two hours afterwards with a
knuckle of ham, four fairish crusts, a
heel of cold pudding, and a hand-out
of bread-and-cheese. Presently here
he comes moonin' along the middle of
the road, muttering to hisself. He
stops at me and ' I 've got it,' he says.
' Well done,' I says, thinking of salad.
' Yes,' he says, ' what England wants
is a national wheat belt extending from
one end of the country to the other,
where she can grow her own wheat in
case of war,' he says."
" At the expense of the State, with-
out regard to the price of wheat,
imported or otherwise," put in the first
drifter mildly. " You mustn't forget
the State subsidy."
The little drifter turned to me with
a gesture of infinite despair.
" There, Mister," he exclaimed, " now
you can see for yourself. He thinks
about wheat belts for England when
he ought to be berrying a bit of
salad. . . . Why, even when an old
party back by Eufus's Stone took a
fancy to him he couldn't do no good.
It was a mild-looking, peaceful old
party and they got talking together.
I watched 'em, and estimated the old
party would be worth a good shilling
to us, and perhaps more, if this philoso-
pher only used his 'ead and got an idea
to put up on the old party. I edged
up to 'em a bit, and I heard the old
party saying something about he
wished all the world was as peaceful
as the New Forest. But where me or
you would have agreed with him, Sir,
this ridiculous man answers the old
party very cold. ' I 've thought it out,'
he says, ' and I consider that the world
will never be at peace until England
has captured all the navies and made
'em all her own, and supports one
great navy at the expense of all the
other countries that used to have
' navies — tax 'em in proportion,' he says;
and the peaceful old party snorted and
went away without a woid or a
shilling! "
The tall drifter looked ashamedly at
his feet.
" He ain't got an idea in his 'ole
body, Sir," insisted the other excitedly,
"and yet I like the man. But we
parts company to-day. It would ruin
me to travel with him any longer."
" I wouldn't mind so much his not
having no ideas in his 'ead," continued
the small drifter, "but ho ain't reliable.
He spoils chances of odd money that
a baby wouldn't spoil. And yet he 's
lucky — he gets plenty of chances.
More than me — but he don't uss 'em.
Up on the downs near Winchester a
gentleman, land -measuring or some-
thing, asked him to keep his eye on a spot
on top of the downs and signal to him
when the gentlemen reached the place.
Well, the gentleman climbed up the
downs about a mile and turned round
and waited to be signalled to. But he
never signalled a signal — he was staring
at the clouds in the sky, and he told
me afterwards that he was thinking of
a plan for rejecting —
" Projecting, " corrected the tall
drifter.
" — advertisements on to the clouds
by means of skinometergi aphs —
"Searchlights, not cinematographs,"
protested the philosopher feebly.
" All the same," snapped the small
drifter. " Craziness."
He half wheeled to the road, hesi-
tated, glanced at the tall drifter with
a curious look that was half affection,
half contempt. " Comin' ? " he said ;
" I '11 give you one more chance — and
only one. And don't forget it ! "
"Yes, John," said the man without
ideas, and, with a shy nod in my
direction, followed his partner down
the road.
I watched them for a few moments.
Before they were out of sight the
philosopher, with his head bowed in
thought, had edged out into the exact
middle of the road again. . . .
He was a curious character, and I
believe it is quite possible that, some
day, he may even light upon a notion
that will make millionaires of them
both — provided that a motor does not
get him first. But I am quite, quite
certain he will never convince his
little partner that he has ever had an
idea in his life.
"BEAUTIFYING COUNSEL."
Headline in " Evening News."
But alas for the hopes of our K.C.'s
the advice which followed was meant
j exclusively for the housewife.
THE ROSERY.
" 'Tis roses, roses all the way "
A-climbing to the leads,
Or blooming lowlier mid the clay
Of half-a-score of beds ;
Standard and dwarf, they rise to view
For all the world to gorge
Upon a feast of scent and hue —
The handiwork of George.
He used to be a restful type,
A youth of cultured brow,
Who liked his after-breakfast pipe,
His morning screed, but now
He leaves the hurried meal to seize
A syringe and a pail,
To wage a war on aphides,
On anthracnose or scale.
He kens the name of every rose,
The lingo of his craft,
The latest thing in hoe or hose,
The proper time to graft ;
And when the morn is young and
fresh
He rises with the thrush
To water Madame Pauvert (flesh)
Or Mrs. Sandford (blush).
There was a day when he and I
Were seldom seen apart,
But time has rent the ancient tia
And others claim his heart,
While I can never really feel
I like his present set,
His Ulrich Brunner, Marechal Niel,
And Marie Henriette.
I deprecate this garden zest,
My heart profusely bleeds
For one who bids the weary guest
Assist him with the weeds,
Who after dinner sits and dreams ;
Of cankers and their cures,
Or talks for hours on cheerless themes
Like chemical manures.
What though the blooms he loves to
raise
Bewitch the folk who call ?
What though admiring neighbours
gaze
Across his garden wall ?
To me this rosery shall bring
Profound regrets, shall be
Anathema — the cursed thing
That came 'twixt George and me.
J.M. S.
From a Birmingham evening paper:
'"In the time of Henry Till, and Queen
Elizabeth, green goose berry pio was at the
height of its popularity ; and long before their
time, in 1276, it was growing in Edward I.'s
garden at Westminster."
Life, in fact, was very easy for ED-
WAHD I.'s cook, even when, in the
orchards, a blight had fallen on the
apple-dumplings, and the steak-and-
kidney-pudding tree had wilted.
JL-I.Y 16, 1913.]
PUNCH, OR THE LONDON CHARIVARI,
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D1NNEI
"I SHOULDN'T MIND, MESSLF, IF THEY CLOSED THE PUBS A COUPLE o' nouns SOONER. WOT I SEZ is, IP A MAN AIN'T FULL BT
'AI.F-PAST TEN, 'u AIN'T TRYING."
THE CKITIC IN THE CEADLE.
DEAR MB. PUNCH, — I write to you
for sympathy and, if possible, advice.
An unfortunate spirit of discord is
stirring the hitherto unruffled atmo-
sphere of my homo, The Nest, Trafalgar
-lioad, Shriinpville-on-the-Solent. In a
word, I am beginning to find myself
opposed at almost every point by my
eldest (indeed, I may add, my only)
son, aged four months. Thus I am a
staunch upholder of compulsory vacci-
nation and a staunch enemy of all
daylight-saving schemes, and on both
these vital questions, among many
others, he is in complete disagreement
with me.
It isn't that he says much, if you
understand me. To be accurate, he
communicates with us principally by
means of (1) a smile, (2) a sound not
unlike escaping soda-water, and (3) a
curious trick of waving his legs in the
air. This is where he gains his advan-
tage. It is impossible to argue witli
him on his own ground, sinca I cannot
reproduce his syphon imitation and,
possibly owing to an attack of sciatica
some years ago, I have lost the faculty
of conversing with my legs.
The worst of it is, he appears to
be undermining my influence over his
mother. I will quote a single instance.
Last Saturday evening after tea my
wife and I were sitting in the drawing-
room, while our son reclined in an
extremely unconventional attitude on
a sofa-cushion. I was explaining to
my wife how by really unexampled bad
luck I had been defeated in a match
that afternoon by a golfer with a handi-
cap of sixteen (my own handicap is
nominally twelve, though I frequently
play down to nine or even less).
Suddenly I became aware that my
son's face wore a distinctly sceptical
smile. I regarded him sternly.
" Do you mean to suggest," I asked,
with a touch of hauteur, " that under
ordinary circumstances Jones is capable
of beating me ? "
" Ssszzz," he replied cynically.
" It is false," I retorted.
He smiled and rapidly cut a perfect
eight in the air with his right leg.
"Baby grows more intelligent every
day," said his mother, a woman, mark
you, who a year ago would have
listened to my tale with a sympathy
so deep that I should probably have
acquiesced in her ordering a new hat
from Bond Street by the evening post.
I got up and left the room.
The truth is, Mr. Punch, I cannot
help feeling that my position in this
house is not what it was. Have you
any hints that might conduce to a
restoration of the status quo ?
Yours brokenly,
A NOSE OUT OF JOINT.
" AMONG THE CAVES AND POT HOLES.
INTERESTINU VISIT TO CLAPHAM.
(Bi- ' ONE OP THEM.') "
West Yorks Pioneer.
Oh to he a pot-hole, now that July 's
here.
Ill-timed Hospitality.
"Half-way up the straight the field was
well lunched." — The Egyptian Gazette.
"His other remedy seems, to our minds,
worse httunnhe disease. . It is phonetic
spelling ! ' '• — Hearth and Home.
It doesn't look like it.
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PUNCH, OK THE LONDON CHARIVARI.
[.JULY 16, 1913.
THE HICCUP.
WK met in a crowd, in fact at Henley Eegatta. He
lokcxl quite an old man, though 1 suppose he must have
been my contemporary— but even of this I am not quite
sure. He was trying to run with a race, had rushed
violently into me, and had panted a request for pardon.
Then a recognising look came over his furrowed face and
ho did what all the recognisers do : " My dear old chap," he
said, "fancy meeting you here! Now I bet you don t
remember me."
I kept to the rules of the game, put on a look o. _ bright
intelligence and said I remembered his face perfect'y, but
that for the moment his name had escaped me.
"Ah well," he said, "it's a good many years since we
met. Old tetnpus does keep at it, you know; he doesn't
spare any of us, does he? Though, for the matter of that,
you 've kept your fig— (hie) wonderfully. Bother this
hiccup. I get it at the most inconvenient times. Just like
a motor-car on a bad road. It 's indiges — (hie), you know,
an awful nuisance. Now I '11 remind you of something that
once happened to (hie) and me, and then I '11 lay a thousand
you '11 remember my name.
" It was in eighty — (hie) — no, it wasn't ; it was in
eighty — (hic-hic). That was the year in which I shaved off
my (hie), and I can fix it by that. You 'd just begun (hie)
in the (hic-hic) and I was thinking of doing the same. It
was very hot weather and I remember you always wore a
white (hie) and patent leather (hie). It was the fashion
then. We weren't so careless about our dress as they are
nowadays. Why, I actually saw a man walking along
(hic-hic) yesterday in a (hie) and a (hie), and nobody
seemed a bit surprised about it. Well, one morning I met
you in the (hic-hic) and asked you if you were going to
(hie) this year. You said, yes, you were, and would I join
the party. There was just one place left in the (hie) and
if I could manage to come you knew Mrs. (Jiic) would be
delighted. I said I didn't really know her, but you said
it didn't matter; you'd introduce me properly and look
after me, and it was sure to be all right. Just at that (hie)
young what 's-his-name — dear me, now there 's a name I 've
forgotten, but you '11 remember him, a short stout man with
a regular (hie) and a (hic-hic) "
"Belmore," I suggested.
" No, I don't know Belmore. You couldn't mistake the
man, once you 'd seen him. He had a (hie) in the middle
of his (hic-hic) and twisted his (hie) frightfully when he
spoke. Anyhow, he came up and asked you if you had
room for him in your (hie) party. This was a facer, because
he was about as unpop — (hie) a man as you could find in
the whole of (hie). You began to say something about not
being quite certain as to going this year, as the health of
your (hie) was giving the family a good deal of anxiety, but
you 'd let him know later on. However, he wasn't going
to be put off in that way and he started worrying you.
I thought it was time to help you, so I put in my oar and
said, ' My dear ' (hie) — I wasn't bothered with these infernal
hiccups then — ' my dear chap,' I said, ' can't you see that
the whole thing's off this year? If (hie) can't undertake
it nobody else can. We '11 hope for better (hie) next year.'
Before he could say anything there was a frightful clatter
which made us all jump, and a (hie) with his (hic-hic)
dangling on the ground came dashing along right on top of
us. You and I got out of the way just in time, but old
thingummy wasn't so lucky. It took him right plumb in
the (Itic), and before you could say (hic-hic) he was sprawl-
ing on his (hie) and shouting for help. He wasn't much
hurt — just a few (hie) and a deepish (hie) on his (hie), but
it settled his chances of going to (hie) that year. It was a
great blessing for us, for he'd have ruined any party with
his (hie) and his (hie). That's the story, and now I'll
guarantee you remember me."
But at this moment another race came past, and ho was
swept away in a mob of running enthusiasts. When I last
heard him he was shouting at the top of his voice, " Oh,
well rowed (hie); you're gaining. Keep it (hie) and get
(Itic) of it."
If these lines should meet his eye, will he communicate
his name to me, c/o the Editor? I am tho tall, handsome,
dignified man, with the blonde beard, to whom he talked
for some minutes outside the (Itic) enclosure on the tow-
path side.
OUR REVIEW OF REVUES.
To the many and terrific attractions of "HiGin
THERE!" the dazzlingly successful revue at the National
Classical Theatre, is about to be added for one week only
no less a personage than ABDUL HAMID, ex-Sultan of
Turkey, who has been induced to leave his retirement for
one week for this novel engagement. The famous ci-devant
autocrat will recite in Turkish some of Mr. WILLIAM
WATSON'S choicest poetry, in a gorgeous Oriental sccna
entitled " The Seraglio of Dubec."
Although the Escurial is still filled to overflowing every
night by the noble and stimulating revue entitled " THIS
SIDE UP," the indefatigable Messrs. Bonjour and Eemercie
are continually endeavouring to paint their lily. For next
week they promise us an interlude by Etienne Soleil, the
champion French polisher, for whom a special setting has
bean prepared by one of their numerous brilliant and witty
tame authors.
It is not, after all, true that KING ALFONSO will appear
at the Monodrome during next week in a scene written for
him in the fabulously successful revue, "Tnis WAY OUT;"
but the ever alert management have obtained instead the
services of La Goulue, the ancient French dancer, now a
dontyteuse famous in all the foires of France for her
"Measures terribles."
The striking and gratifying success of the French revue
in London has decided the management to follow it with
the vivacious and brilliant piece from the Moulin d'Or
which took all Paris by storm last year. The title of the
forthcoming revue is " MONSIEUK KT MADAME " (" Mr.
and Mrs.").
Last Monday the all-conquering Gramodrome revue,
" OH ! OH ! HUGTIME ! " for which the " Revue King "
wrote his most brilliant libretto, not a word of which, we
understand, has ever been departed from (surely a great
triumph in an entertainment of this kind !), entered upon
its extra special edition. Among the most fascinating of
its "stop press" novelties is a burlesque of the Oxford and
Cambridge cricket match, with rag-time songs between the
overs, while Mr. Beerbohm Vienna, from Jamaica, gives an
exhibition of how the Mango should really be eaten.
The cast of a magnificent and superb revue at the Solace,
entitled, " RETURNED EMPTY," is to be still further strength-
ened in a novel way by the addition of three troupes of rag-
time singers from America, each from a different Southern
state, whose speciality it is to sing all together, each of the
three troupes executing a different song. The effect is said
to be very startling, combining as it does the delights of
music with the excitement of a battle or race.
JULY 16, 3913.]
PUNCH, OR T1LK LONDON CHARIVARI.
Retired Haberdasher (late of London') . "Now THEN, 'ENBY, I'M GDIS' TO HAVE A LABGE PAKTY 'EBB NEXT WEEK, AND I SHALL
EXPECT AN UNLIMITED QUANTITY OP MILK, CBEAJI AND BUTTER. AFTER THAT THE COWS CAN 'AVB A BEST TILL MB AN* MBS. P.
RETURNS FROM THE CONTENONG."
OUR BOOKING-OFFICE.
(By Mr. Punch's Staff of Learned Clerks.)
MR. JACK LONDON is, I think, the most exhausting writer
I know. Lest this should bo taken for other than the
genuine tribute I intend it to be, I had better hasten to
explain. What I mean is that he can bring physical hard-
ships and fatigue so convincingly before the reader that, for
my own part, I rise from some chapters of his writing
feeling as if I ached in every limb. I had this sensation
stronger than ever just now, after reading Smoke Bellew
(MILLS AND BOON). Here Mr. LONDON is back in that
Klondyke country that he has made specially his own, and
has already mined with such excellent results. Smoke
Bellew however has this to distinguish him from other
heroes of the district, that you make his acquaintance
while he is still a genuine chechaquo (I put in that word
because it sounds jolly and I have just learnt it— the mean-
ing is tenderfcot, or amateur, or what you will) and watch
the process of his gradual hardening. This is where the
aches come in. I defy anybody to read of Smoke's journey
to the Yukon, a chapter that deserves to be called an epic
of fatigue, without sharing the sensations of its hero. It
would, 1 am sure, give an appetite to the most dyspeptic.
Arrival, Smoke and his partner Shorty have of course
adventures in plenty, culminating in a breathless race with
dog-teams, that leaves them with half of a million-dollar
claim and the hero with a prospect of matrimonial bliss.
Myself I didn't caro over-much for his prospective bride;
and I doubt if Mr. LONDON did either. I found it hard to
forgive her the trick by which — in the early stages of their
acquaintance — she had deprived Smoke and Sfwrly of the
results of their night march to Squaw Creek. But you do
not go to Mr. LONDON for wedding-bells. You go to him
for tales of endurance and for sheer breath-taking adven-
ture, and here there is no living writer that I know of to
equal him. He has them all beat.
I believe that Mrs. COXON, whose new novel, April
Panhasard (LANE), has just held my attention, would have
found everything simpler had she not been determined to
enforce sprightliness in her characters. April Panhasard
herself is clearly a very nice agreeable woman, but she is
compelled to wriggle into wit every time that she opens her
mouth ; and this compulsion, together with the fact that
" her hair in the shadowy light gleamed like a saint's aura,
burnished, mystical," prevents her from showing the natural
simple side of her character. She goes into retirement
whilst her divorce case is proceeding, tells her neighbours
(all of them, by the way, as sprightly as herself) that she is
a widow, goes about with a young man, loves an American,
and of course starts the sprightly tongues wagging. Then
Mrs. COXON obviously felt that this little plot was neither
long enough nor strong enough for three hundred pages, so
she brought in some characters out of an earlier novel of
hers, with a child who is prettily loquacious until he is
suddenly killed in the hunting-field. The child's death is
well written and shows one that Mrs. COXON would write
a fine novel could she but allow her people to speak
and act for themselves and could she avoid such sentences
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rr.Nou, OR THE LONDON CHARIVARI.
[JULY 16, 1913.
as "A faint thrill of fear raced through her veins," or "A
little sob escaped her, wrung from her full heart." I like
her conception of her characters, but they aro not given
any very interesting things to do and their emotions are
far too crudely stated. .
Much is expected from a son of the man who wroto The
Life of Lord Macaulay. The reader need not fear disap-
pointment in taking up The Life of John Bright (CONSTABLE),
by GEORGE MACAULAY TKEVELYAN. His literary skill is
shown in connection with various episodes, notably in the
admirably condensed but vivid narrative of the Corn Law
League Campaign, culminating in the surrender of PEEL
and the establishment of originally obscure men like BRIGHT
and COBDEN in the foremost rank of statesmanship, their
aid courted by both camps. Disclosure is made of a
remarkable overture by DISRAELI when defeat of his Budget
of 1852 appeared imminent. Late on a December evening
he sent a note to
BRIGHT at the Reform
Club, asking him to
call at Grosvenor Gate.
The summons was
obeyed. Straightway
DISRAELI propounded
a scheme whereby
BRIGHT, COBDEN and
MILNER GIBSON, ex-
tremest Radicals of the
day, were to enter the
Tory Cabinet. BRIGHT'S
scornful rejection of the
proposal did not pre-
vent its repetition
when, a few years later,
DISRAELI found himself
in another fix.
Such flattering atten-
tion had the effect of
increasing natural ten-
dency on BHIGHT'S part
to have a good conceit
of himself. During the
last twenty years of his
life this assumed some-
thing of a tone of
arrogance. An example is supplied in a remark he
made comparing his style of oratory with another's.
" When I speak," he said, " I strike across from headland
to headland. Mr. GLADSTONE follows the coast line, and
when he comes to a navigable river he is unable to resist
the temptation of tracing it to its source." There is truth
and force in this. But it is the sort of thing that had been
better said by somebody else.
Among other diversions, the author tells a capital story
about BRIGHT'S famous citation of the cave of Adullam. A
French historian quoting it explained to his countrymen
that it was an " allusion A un passage de la bible. Adullam
avail voulii tuer David." In a more familiar reference, Mr.
THKVELYAN is not so successful. Writing of Lord JOHN
MANNERS' couplet about "our old nobility," he describes it as
" a Frankenstein that was to pursue its author through life."
Alas, poor Frankenstein, ever condemned to be thus mis-
taken for his own petard after being hoist with it. Mr.
THEVELYAN'S admirable work, invaluable to the student
of modern history, is illustrated by various cartoons
reproduced from Punch, who, amongst other services to
mankind, immortalized an eyeglass JOHN BRIGHT never
wore.
"For heaven's sake, what is the matter? Let's hear it
and have done with it ! " This is what I came near to
crying aloud many times during the early chapters of
James Ilurd (HEINEMANN). But when I knew the horror
of course it was by no moans dono with. For deliberate
and unshrinking analysis of a hateful situation, commend
me to Mr. E. O. PEOWSE. Of the great cleverness of his
book there can bo no question ; considered as an entertain-
ment, I would rather go to the dentist's than endure it
again. It is impossible to give an idea of it without reveal-
ing the plot ; but this matters less since it is the treatment
for which it should be read by all who value artistry more
than good spirits. Well, then, James Ilurd and his wife
Evelyn had one child, a boy of seven years, who, as the
result of an accident, had become maimed incurably both in
body and mind. And the parents, having for his sake left
the town, where they both enjoyed full and vigorous lives,
for the depths of the country, had nothing to do but brood
and develop suspicions
and estrangements and
hatreds. So at last one
day the father took the
boy for a walk to the
cliff-edge — and came
back alone. You could
hardly call it a pleasant
story, could you? It
is told by a third per-
son, an old friend of the
unhappy parents, who
is staying with them;
and this particular
method adds a quality
of detached and almost
imemotional dry ness to
the tragedy that makes
it far more horrible.
It is indeed a fine piece
of literary work, power-
ful, subtle, and sinister.
But I should ba very
careful as to the per-
sons to whom I recom-
mended it.
FORGOTTEN DEEDS OF VALOUR.
BALBUS, WHO HAS RENTED THE FISHING ON THE RUBICON,
BUT FIRMLY INSISTS ON JULIUS C^ESAB CROSSING IT LOWEB DOWN SO AS NOT TO
DISTURB THE BEST POOL IN THE RIVER.
Mr. GOAD has chosen
a strange subject for the novel-form in The Kingdom
(HEINEMANN) — nothing less than the struggle for peace
and truth and perfect charity in the soul of a modern (and
something of a modernist) friar, Padre Bernardo. Those
who recognise this travail of a soul to be a legitimate and
vitally tragic theme will here welcome a treatment of it
which is marked by much sympathy and a quite exceptional
detachment. The devil's advocate has the fullest licence
notwithstanding that the author stands for the Catholic
point of view and for his saintly, sore-tried hero who finally
enters into his kingdom of self-conquest and peace. The
littlenesses, bigotries and misunderstandings of conventual
life are in particular suggested with a keen but not un-
charitable emphasis, and it would seem that so detailed an
impression could only be the work of ons who had actually
passed through the routine and struggle of the life. The
secondary theme, the marriage of Orlando the singer,
Bernardo's friend, and Vittoria, his cousin, is well handled
so as to bring out the deep human sympathies of the friar.
Old Father Fidelis, a modern ST. FRANCIS, living apart and
silent and on the best of terms with toad and lizard and
stoat and every sort of little woodland brother and sister,
looks very much like a portrait and is good to meet.
JULY 23. 1913.]
PUNCH, OH TIIK LONDON CflAHIVAUf.
81
CHARIVARIA.
ROI'MANIA'S motto upon advancing
into Bulgaria :— " J'y suis, j'y rente, "-
a. fi-i'n translation of which is, "I am
hcio, I Roumania."
>:- *
Is it quite fair to describe the
ambulance which has boon devised by
Mr. S. F. CODY as our first air-hospital?
Mr. LLOYD GEORGE'S Sanatoria were
in the air for a very long time.
:;• :|:
A propos, the report that a million
pound hotel is to be erected
on the site of St. George's
lln^pital has led to a curious
misunderstanding among in-
sured persons. They imagine
that this new structure will
be one of those sanatoria
which the CHANCELLOR as-
sured them a little while ago
would be " sort of first-class
hotels." ... ^
Meanwhile it is said that
it is the intention of those
intarested in this hotel scheme
also to buy up Buckingham
Palace with a view to its
being used as a cottage-
anncxe for simple-lifers.
* :|: . . . . '
It has been proposed, in
consequence of the Suffragist
outrages in the House of
('•.minions, that the Gallery
shall be close J. The idea,
however, does not commend
itself to certain of the Mem-
b e r s , who must have
something to play up to.
It is much more likely that
members of the Public, before
being admitted, will have to
submit to being searched.
Mr. LAWRENCE H o r s M A N
hinted at this possibility the
other day when he said, " In the war
private address, tho address of their
prison. $ *
existence of the requisite agreement,
and stigmatises his opponents as "the
hyenas of grand opera." The Com-
Yoluntary contributions towards the pany, wo understand, retorts that that
to gird the loins,
necessary to strip."
Now that the Plural Voting Bill' Surprisingly low prices for old mas-
8 bound to become law, many Unionists ters were realised at the sale of the
are concentrating their attention on the late Duke of SUTHERLAND'S pictures at
problem of how to abolish the Singular CHRISTIE'S, and, though no living artist
Voting which returned the Liberals to | was in this case affected by the slump,
a meeting of painters of old masters
power.
Plural Residence, which will still
be permitted after the abolition of
equipment of our Defence Forces con- ] hyena laughs longest who laughs last,
tinuo to come in. Tho lack of mounts
for our Territorials scums to have struck ! According to Mr. CHARLES B. COCH-
the popular imagination, and it is said RAN the Church of St. Bartholomew
that during the past week tho War i tho Great was founded by a Jester.
Oflico has received from various parts | Here, surely, is another pulpit for the
of the Empire offers of an elephant, three Rev. HARRY LAUDER.
donkeys, a couple of trained ostriches,
an old-fashioned high bicycle, a run- ' Mr. HENRY ARTHUR JONES is gener-
about, and a zebra. i ous. He has now made it possible for
all of us to obtain his " 1 )ivine
Gift " — on paying for it.
:':• *
" Bombardier WELLS and
PAT O'KEEFK have signed
articles to box twenty rounds
at the Ring on August Bank
Holiday." This, we under-
stand, is not WAGN-BB'S
" Ring," in spite of tho pre-
cedent of the Revues.
'•'•...*
Our Field Sports day by day,
as pictured in The Liverpool
Echo : —
"FIELD SPORT EDITION.
AT BlSLEy.
HOOTING FOR THE EMPIRE TROPHY."
The German cruiser Sleltin
came into collision last' weak
with the American yacht
Cassandra. While the latter
lost her jib-boom, the Stettin
was holed above the water-
line, and the yacht claims tha
victory.
* *
By the way, the first prize
in our International Story
Competition goes, this week,
to the following contribution
from New York : —
"Mr. George Ensor, of Pied-
mont, West Virginia, while fishing
near Mountaindale, was attacked
by more than a dozen snakes measuring from
four to six feet in length. Before ho could
beat them off they entwined themselves about
him, binding his arms, hands, and feet.
" Mr. Ensor, after vainly endeavouring to
loose his arms and legs, had tho presence of
mind to roll over to a fire ho had built to cook
his meal. His clothes caught fire, and the
snakes, scorched and sizzling, untwined them-
selves from his body.
"He then threw himself into tho stream,
extinguishing his burning clothes."
# *
*
It looks rather as if it is not only
our Territorials who find a difficulty in
obtaining mounts. In an account of a
Tlie Landlady (to applicant for apartments with sea-vietc).
NOW! WHAT DO YOU THINK OF THAT FOB A SEA-VIEW?"
THKUK,
The Australian Labour Party is now
against evil it is not always sufficient i agitating for a six-hours' day. We are
Sometimes it is I not yet informed how many minutes
there are to be in each hour.
is to be held to consider the situation.
The Metropolitan Opera Company
Plural Voting, is being encouraged of New York is bringing an action recent royal function The Liverpool
by the Cat-and-Mouse Act, and it is against Mr. HAMMERSTEIN, with the
>~ed that some of our leading
Saffragettes should print on their
visiting-cards, in addition to their
object of restraining him from produc-
ing grand opera in that city before
Echo says : — " After formal presenta-
tions had been made their Majesties
left the station accompanied by an
19zO. Mr. HAMMEBSTEIN denies the 'escort of Life Guards in open carriages.'
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PUNCH, OR THE LONDON CHARIVARI.
[JULY 13, 1913.
MORE LEAVES FROM THE BEERBOHM TREE
OF KNOWLEDGE.
[In friendly imitation of Sir HKKBKKT TREE'S recently-published
Th"tnjhts and Aftcr-tliauyliti.]
EVERY true craftsman should take joy and pride in his
handiwork apart from the incident of wages. And here we
may learn a lesson even from " Our Betters." There exist
men and women of the loftiest birth who are so enamoured
of stage-craft that they will actually pay large sums to be
allowed to play the part of .walking gentleman and walking
lady. The words of the late ROBERT Louis STEVENSON are
their cry : " Give us the guerdon of going on ! '
To get what they want is the peculiar faculty of the
English race. I once met an Englishman who had made
a successful tour through the Fatherland with the most
limited knowledge of the vernacular. He knew only one
word of German, and that was English. It was " Beer."
Yet his needs were always satisfied.
When power passes from the hands of " Our Betters "
into those of the People— a risky translation, yet many such
have reached us from the original French — I shall look for
the reign of Universal Peace. I have an instinctive horror
of war. Apart from bloodshed — almost always a marked
concomitant of sanguinary disputes— war is the enemy of
Art, and distracts attention from the theatres.
I have in my time played the part of great and bloody
captains like Macbeth, but my heart was never in the work ;
nor were my legs either. I would always sooner play
BEETHOVEN. BEETHOVEN created ; Macbeth destroyed.
Surely there is a difference here.
The modern critic rails at the star-system. Yet it is one
of those eternal arrangements which have a heavenly origin.
You have only to look at the firmament on a fine night and
you will see stars.
How often, as an actor-manager, have I envied mediocrity !
So gentle is the treatment it gets from the critics.
The actor is independent of recognised laws — the laws
that govern blank verse, for instance. He needs no educa-
tion and often gets none. He requires no tools or acces-
sories. The painter has his palette, the sculptor his chisel,
the poet his blotting-pad, the musician his loud pedal ; but
the actor has just himself.
AFTER-THOUGHT. .
I had forgotten that the actor from time to time makes use
of certain aids, such as grease and pigments and wigs and
costumes. Also of words, generally ivritten by somebody else.
How stupid 'of me! What would the greatest Hamlet be
without SBJ.KSPEARE ?
The latest hand-maiden of the drama is the gramophone.
It helps to correct the evanescence of the actor's triumphs,
permitting posterity to appreciate what might otherwise
appear incredible in the reports of the time. I myself have,
by request, done two gramophone records for the British
Museum — in the respective voices of Hamlet and Falstaff,
In a spasm of humour I once said that I was so nervous
that I spoke the speech of Hamlet in the voice of Falstaff,
and that of Falstaff 'in the voice of Hamlet. This statement
(fictional, of course, as humour so often is) was received
with scepticism by a critic who suggested that I had spoken
them both in the voice of BEERBOHM TREE. Even a
critic/ it will be recognised, may be something of a humorist.
The absence of a " fourth wall " on the stage is no doubt
desirable for the sake of unbroken communication between
the actors and the audience ; but it is destructive to that
complete illusion which is the end of all art, seeing that
very few actual rooms are constructed without this feature.
In my more creative moments I have thought of introducing
it at His Majesty's, and here I am happy, for once, in
enjoying the support of some of my most malevolent critics.
I have been accused, by a nameless writer, of overwhelm-
ing SHAKSPEARE under an avalanche of irrelevant scenery.
My final answer to these criticisms is that my revivals have
paid. The ultimate test of all Art (and when 1 talk of Art
I exclude painting, sculpture, poetry, music, architecture,
&c., except as they are ancillary to the drama) is the
approval of the paying public.
In the setting of a play there must either be frank con-
vention or an attempt at complete illusion. If you cannot
reproduce the atmosphere of ancient Elsinore in the grave-
digger's scene, hotter have no scene at all. A view of the
Euston Eoad with its monumental masonry would he an
intolerable compromise.
Those who contend that we should mount SHAKSPEAHE'S
plays in the simple manner of the Elizabethan age would,
if they were consistent, demand that his female characters
should be taken by males. Yet I have never heard it
seriously suggested that Juliet should he played by Mr.
BOUHCHIER, or Cleopatra by me.
The effect of illusion can be produced by a combined
effort of imagination on the part of actor and audience.
Thus, if the actor imagines himself to be fat he appears fat.
It is true that when playing Falstaff I have used material
devices to produce the semblance of bulginess, but I could
have done it just as well out of my own imagination, only
I did not want to put too much strain on that of my
collaborators in the pit.
The absolute aim of all Art (a term that excludes painting,
sculpture, poetry, music, architecture, &c., except as they
are ancillary to the drama) is illusion. It is not easy to
be yourself (the secret of all strength), and at the same time
to be somebody else (the aim of all Art). But it must be
done somehow, and the true artist — by which I mean the
true actor — will, while retaining his own identity intact for
future use, so far merge it, for the time, in that of his
character that, after creating' the illusion that he is a
corpse, it would be unthinkable that he should arise and
appear before the curtain to take the applause of the
groundlings. He would much rather that the audience
should go home under the impression that he is still dead.
And, after all, what is the applause of men to the true
artist? Dead to the world — for his illusory simulation of
death will have deceived everybody but himself — the pul-
sations of his own heart, beating high with the sense of
achievement, will be all the applause that he needs.
AFTER-THOUGHT.
If in the foregoing remarks I have now and then by in-
advertence given vent to a vital truth, I take no credit. I am
but a TREE on ivhich a little bird has sat and sung. A nd
these were the words that it sang : —
"Be yourself 1 "
" Really ? " I asked.
"Yes," said the little bird; "be yourself. You cannot
better that ! " O. S.
The People's Laureate.
(Without prejudice to Dr. Bridges.)
Though KIPLING long had been his country's pride,
Uncrowned, except with glory,
ASQUITH ignored the People's Voice, and cried —
" ' But that 's another ' Tory."
In a recent article giving hints on the furnishing of a
country cottage, The Westminster Gazette recommended
that every room should contain " one suggestive picture."
Can this be the effect of the Russian Ballet on our once
incorruptible contemporary ?
PUNCH, OR THE LONDON CHARIVARI.-JuLY 23, 1913.
A PLEASURE DEFERRED.
DAME CURZON. " COME ALONG, MY LITTLE MAN, AND HAVE A NICE JOY-RIDE!"
MASTER ASQUITH. "THANK YOU VERY MUCH, BUT I'M NOT TAKING ANY VIOLENT
EXERCISE THIS SEASON; I THOUGHT OE WAITING TILL 1915."
JULY 23, 1913.]
JTNCir, Oil TIIK LONDON CHAIUVAIM.
85
Lynx-eyed Hubert (appearing, as usual, from nowliere).
THAT YOU HAVE A SMUT ON YOUR NOSE." '
EXCUSE ME, SIB, BUT I THIHK rr MY DUTY AS A SCOUT TO ISFOBM YOU
THE BREAKING OF HENRY BOND.
Inspired by the receipt of a communication beginning :
THE JURIES ACT, 1870.
THE TOWN CLERK OP THIS BOROUGH is required by Law to
make out a true List in the following form : —
Christian anil Surname
at full length.
Title, Quality, Calling or
Business.
Nature of
Qualification.
Adams, John
Alley, James
Gentleman.
Merchant (state nature
of Merchandise)
B-inker
Freehold.
Copyhold.
Boyd, George
Poor Rate.
House Duty.
THERE is joy to-day at the " Crown and Anchor,"
Where the fat pint mugs they Jill,
But a bitter strife and a bitter rancour
At the leasehold house on the hill —
At the leasehold house of the lordly banker
Who bent the burg to his mill.
Gay are the peacocks that strut in his pleasaunces,
Bright are the lilies that float on his pond,
Very imposing and portly his presence is
(All save his hair, of which only a frond
Still stays on the bald pate, dabbled with essences),
Curved is the boko of Bond.
Proud of his place and its hireling beauty,
Thinking ho walked with the world's elite,
He mocked Charles Cole and his dull House Duty,
Driving around with the morning's meat :
He spurned poor Boyd and his business fruity ;
How oft in our humble street
At the sound of his cushioned motor's sally
The reverent suburb has bared its head !
Ay, even the merchant prince, James Alley,
And Adams (John) — who is quite well-bred —
From the freehold" Court " and the copy hold" Chalet '
Have curtsied and been cut dead.
But the English law respects not mammon ;
" I serve the Law," said the grave Town Clerk ;
" 1 will write me a list there shall be no sham on,
A steel-true list ; and for all his park .
I shall label Bond like the vendor of gammon
With a crude commercial mark.
A gentleman ! Faugh ! his pride is rotten,
He lifts in the air his upstart crown,
But the glory of gold is of dust begotten,
A barren breed and of no renown ;
Is coin any better than beef or cotton ?
A banker shall Bond go down.
His fathers carried no blood-stained banners,
The knightly plume they have never worn;
He wants the repose of Norman manners ;
I brand him here with the brand of scorn;
His sires very likely were caitiff tanners,
While John is a gentleman bom."
I read thus far and I knew the canker
That grieved our burg had been cut away ;
The bubble had burst of Bond the banker —
I wrote to the Clerk and said, " Hurray 1
You have scored off Henry, the horrible swanker,
Good luck to you, Sir. Good day ! " EVOB.
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PUNCH, OR THE LONDON CHARIVARI.
[JULY 23, 1913.
Old Lady (offering policeman a tract). "I OFTEN THINK you POOR POLICEMEN RUN SUCH
A RISK OP BECOMING BAD, BEING SO CONSTANTLY MIXED UP WITH CRIME."
Policeman. "You NEEDN'T FEAR, MUM. IT'S THE CRIMINALS WOT BUNS THE RISK o'
BECOMIN' SAINTS, BEIN' MIXED UP WITH rat"
THE LONG-FELT WANT.
HE was sitting next to me at Lord's,
and I admired him for never point-
ing to EHODES and saying, "There's
HOBBS," as most of the other persons
round me were doing. Nor did he
attempt any conversation until the tea
interval, when, after expressing his
grief that a good game should be thus
frivolously interrupted, he turned to
diverse topics.
After a while he told me what he was.
" I am an inventor," he said.
" And a very interesting profession,"
I replied.
"None more so," he said, "even
when one is just an ordinary inventor ;
but when one is sociologically imagina-
tive— ah ! "
" How does one invent ? " I asked
him. "That's what always bothers
me. Do you sit down under a clear sky
and produce your patents, or ? "
" That 's what the ordinary inventor
does," he said. " There 's no knowing
when the idea may come to him. At
breakfast, in the train, in the middle of
the night, even while talking to some-
body. But the sociologically imagina-
tive inventor has to prepare the way.
He has first to ask himself what is
wanted, and then get to work to supply
that want. The cinema came that
way, for example. The inventor of
my type got up one morning with a
blank mind and said to himself, ' What
human nature now needs is that thou-
sands of electric palaces should spring
up all over the world, in which ani-
mated photographic representations of
sentiment and melodrama may beguile
the tedium of life;' and straightway he
invented the cinema. That is the best
kind of inventing. But, to give you
an example of the other kind, asbestos
grates were an accident pure and simple.
An inventor chanced to walk through
some catacombs and noticed a great
heap of skulls, and this instantly gave
him the idea of asbestos fuel. You
see the difference? The accidental in-
ventors may be useful enough, but
very little credit is due to them, whereas
the sociologically imaginative inventors
are conscious benefactors, and should
have pensions and statues."
" And what are you at work on just
now ? " I asked him.
" Just now," he replied, " and in fact
for months past, my mind is occupied
with a problem, the solution of which
will come as a trumpet call all over
England, and perhaps even more over
Scotland. Many are the householders
who will rise and bless me."
"Well? "I said.
" Well," he continued, " you have,
I suppose, often stayed in country
houses where, the people still having
some remnants of old - fashionedness
left, the billiard - room is locked on
Sundays?"
" I have," I replied.
" And you have noticed," he went on,
" that your host or hostess has always
apologised for this state of things
in much the same words. ' It is not
they who object, of course ; you will
acquit them of being so small-minded
as that ; but one must consider the
servants.' You have heard that ? "
" Often," I replied.
" As to how it would affect the ser-
vants," he proceeded, " we need not
pause to consider. That is a side issue.
The point is that it might. But
suppose the servants did not know;
suppose that some one could invent
a means by which billiards could be
played on Sunday in secret, then no
one would mind and many dull hours
could be turned to cheerfulness. Do
you see ? "
" Certainly I do," I said. " But how? "
" There," said he, " is where I come
in — the sociologically imaginative in-
ventor. What is wanted is a silencer
for billiard balls. It is that deadly
click, click that gives the show away
and cuts into the very heart of the day
of rest. Now if the ivory — or even
bonzoline — could be muted, all would
JULY 23, 1913.]
PUNCH, OR THK LONDON CIIARIVA1U.
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THE SEARCH FOR OLYMPIC TALENT.
AN EX-SWIMMING CHAMPION, ACCOMPANIED BT A FRIEND FOB TIMING, DISGUISES HIK8ELF AS A SHARK AT A POPULAR SEASIDE BESORT.
be well. The mere fact that voices are
heard proceeding from the billiard-
room is nothing ; you may sit and talk
in any room on Sunday without doing
tho servants moral harm ; it is ' the
click, click that is fatal. My life-work
then is to invent a means by which the
balls shivll touch in a silence as of the
tomb. And," he added, "I shall do
it. The word failure is not in rny
dictionary."
Intrepid fellow, I pray that he may.
"It was a similar fato which compelled
Oliver Goldsmith to reel out Eoman histories
and ' Animated Natives ' when he might have
given us more masterpieces such as ' The Vicar
of Wakefiold ' and ' Tho Deserted Village.' '.'
Birmingham Daily I'ust.
Or when he might have been tucking
in animated " natives."
"It is hard to believe that Sir Frederick
Young, the Grand Old Man of the Royal
Colonial Institute, was 97 on the longest day.
Ho was erect, hale and hearty, and would
easily pass for 5." — London Life.
How annoyed ho must be when strange
motUerg pat him on the head and talk
baby language to him.
" A novelty also will he provided on Monday
:iii>ming by the arrival, direct from their
nativity, of the two braves ' Setting Sun ' and
• Burning Bull.' " — Wotsm Morning News.
So young and yet so brave.
THE BATH.
HANG garlands on the bathroom door ;
Let all the passages be spruce ;
For, lo, the victim comes once more,
And, ah, he struggles like the deuce !
Bring soaps of many scented sorts ;
Let girls in pinafores attend,
With John,. their brother, in his shorts,
To wash their dusky little friend,
Their little friend, the dusky dog,
Short -legged and very obstinate,
Faced like a much-offended frog.
And fighting hard against "his fate.
No Briton he ! From palace-born
Chinese patricians he descends;
He keeps their high ancestral scorn ;
His spirit breaks, but never bends.
Our water-ways he fain would 'scape ;
He hates the customary bath
That thins his tail and spoils his shape,
And turns him to a fur-clad lath ;
And, seeing that the Pekinese
Have lustrous eyes that bulge like buds,
He fain would save such eyes as these,
Theirowner's prido, from British suds.
Vain are his protests — in he goes.
His young barbarians crowd around ;
They soap his paws, they soap his nose;
They soap wherever fur is found.
And soon, still laughing, they extract
His limpness from the darkling tide;
They make the towel's roughness act
On back and head and dripping side.
They shout and rub and rub and shout —
He deprecates their odious glee —
Until at last they turn him out,
A damp gigantic bumble-bee.
Released, he barks and rolls, and speeds
From lawn to lawn, from path to path,
And in one glorious minute needs
More soapsuds and another bath.
E. C. L.
Not Very Far North
" Mr. Steflansson, on board the Karluk,
is reported to have reached Rome on his way
to tho Far North." — Times.
We shall be glad to welcome the
intrepid explorer at Cricklevvood when
tho ice breaks up.
" Tho Hill Club held their first Progressive
Bridge Drivel on Thursday."
South Pacific Mail.
We can imagine it.
"Will any kind reader of THE TABLE tell
NF.LLTOM how to put water-lilies on a menu
in French? " — The Table.
Don't think to deceive your guests in
this way, NELLTOM. At the first mouth-
ful they will know it 's water-lilies.
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PUNCH, OR THE LONDON CHARIVARI.
[JULY 23, 1913.
THE POINT OF VIEW.
" CELIA," I said sternly, looking up
from my paper, " I have something to
say to you, child. Cease your trilling
for a moment ; refrain for the nonce
from writing absurd messages on the
back of my collar, which can only be
read by others."
"They'll tell you about it," said
Celia, writing busily. " It 's nothing
very private."
" Eeally, I can't think why your
nurse allows you a pencil. Do you
know that this collar was quite clean
when I started wearing it, and that
there 's nearly half the month to go ? "
" I am rich," said Celia. " I will buy
you a third collar."
This gave me the opening I sought.
I put down the paper and turned
gravely to her.
" Don't buy clothes for me, woman,"
I said bitterly ; " buy them for your-
self. Heaven knows you need them."
" I knew Heaven knew, but I didn't
know you did," replied Celia gladly.
" Hooray ! Now I shan't feel so extra-
vagant. Two dinner frocks, a hat,
a "
" Celia, you misunderstand me.
Listen." I cleared my throat once or
twice. " What I am about to read to
you is from The Times — our first
paper."
"Thank you. Our first husband,"
she added with a wave of the hand.
I began to read : —
" ' There is an orgy of undressing
going on,' " I read, " ' and it shows
no signs of abating.' This refers to
women's clothes," I explained — " ' an
orgy of undressing.' "
" Oh, the shame of it ! " said Celia in
a shocked voice.
" ' Five years ago women still wore
skirts and bodices which covered them,
stockings thick enough not to show the
colour of their skins, and sufficient — er
— stays- and petticoats to conceal the
details of their persons.' "
"Oh, tie, fie! Oh, la, Sir! How
vastly improper, I declare," twittered
Celia, and she swooned along the sofa.
" ' Nowadays, women wear almost
nothing under their gowns. Petti-
coats ' "
"Is this Russia? "
"'Petticoats went some time back
and were replaced by tights —
" Where are the police? "
" ' Or not replaced at all. The stock-
ings are of such diaphanous silk as to
embarrass the beholder, and they are
not covered by any but court shoes.' "
" Not even by waders ? " cried Celia.
" Oh, say at least that they wear
waders ! "
I put down the paper.
"Celia," I said, " this is very
distressing. There is a further passage
about the muscles of tho legs, or rather
limbs, being visible ' halfway to the
knee ' which I cannot bring myself to
read. What have you got to say ?
Any defence you care to make will bo
given my most careful consideration."
" Who is the writer ? "
" It doesn't cay. Just a woman."
" Does she say what she wears when
she goes on to the top of a 'bus ? "
" My dear Celia, you don't think
that anybody connected with The Times
knows anything about the top of a
'bus ? How vulgar you are ! "
" I only just wondered. Bonald, are
you very much embarrassed when you
behold a diaphanous stocking halfway
to the kneo ? Do you go about all day
being embarrassed ? Are you just one
big blush ? "
" I — er — of course. This orgy of un-
dressing— er — pains me. And why do
you do it? Simply because other
women do it. Because," I became
sarcastic — " because it 's the fashion ! "
" Men are just as bad."
" Oh, no, they 're not. You don't
find men doing things just because
some absurd person in Paris tells them
to."
Celia looked at me thoughtfully.
" Supposing," she said, " it was the
fashion to wear your tie all sideways,
do you mean to say you wouldn't do
it?"
" Of course not."
" Then why are you doing it now ? "
Hastily and with as much dignity as
possible I straightened my tie.
" Talking about orgies of undressing,"
Celia went on, " the bottom button of
your waistcoat 's undone."
" It always is," I said, smiling gently
at her ignorance.
"Oh, horror ! "
" It 's just a custom. One always —
you see if you — the point is — well, it 's
just a custom."
"It embarrasses me very much,"
sakl Celia, veiling her eyes with her
handkerchief. " And why do you al-
ways turn up the ends of your trousers ?
Is that quite nice ? "
" But surely — I mean, why —
"It's — it's most suggestive. Any-
body can see your diaphanous silk
ankles. And, what is much worse, I
believe they could guess the colour of
your skin underneath. ' Good Heavens,'
they '11 say to each other, ' and I quite
thought he was a little black boy.' "
" This is mere levity."
" Why do men wear much lower
collars than they used to? Is it so
that women can see the muscles at the
back of their necks at work? Oh,
horror piled on horror ! "
She picked up the paper and began
to read the article for herself.
" That 's right," I agreed. " Ponder
over it alone."
I walked over to the glass and had
another go at straightening my tie.
"Ronald," said Celia suddenly, "are
you a Liberal or a Conservative ? I
always forget."
"We are Liberals," I said. "That
is to say, I am a Liberal, and you
naturally desire to drop any silly Con-
servative ideas you may have had
before marriage and become a Liberal
too."
" Are you a supporter of the Govern-
ment? "
" As long as ASQUITH behaves him-
self we support the Government. Why
do you ask ? "
" Oh, nothing. Only this article
rather hints that woman's passion for
undress has a good deal to do with
politics. The writer wonders how much
our almost bare feet and quite bare
arms and neck owe to Mr. ASQUITH'S
indifference to stable government.' So
you see it 's really your fault that I am
so entirely improper. Yours and — er—
Mr. BIBBBLL'S. Is it Mr. BIKHELL, by
the way ? I always forget. I mean
the man at the Irish Office who won't
let me wear top boots when I 'm
paying a call."
" BIRBELL," I said absently. I took
the paper from her and slowly finished
the article.
"Well!" I said. "Well, of all
the — How perfectly — Really,
The Times ought to know better. I 've
never read anything so ridiculous."
" It is rather a stupid article," said
Celia indifferently.
"Stupid?" I said. "It's perfectly
absurd." A. A. M.
" The Yarmouth steam drifter Cicero landed
a small bottle-nosed sharp at Scarborough
yesterday. It had been caught in the herring
nets fourteen miles off the port."
Glasgow Evening Times.
Bottle-nosed sharps should stick closer
to the race meetings, and then they
wouldn't get into trouble.
" Invalid lady requires as lodger good-sized
sunny, airy bedroom."
Hautpslcad Advertiser.
Quiet, domesticated apartment pre-
ferred, used to children.
"BEAUTY AT THE BUTTS.
A LADY SHOT AT BISLEY."
Glasgow News.
We are very sorry to hear of this
contretemps. But people should never
frequent the environs of the target while
firing is in progress. It lays them
open, in the event of an accident, to a
charge of contributory negligence.
JULY 23, 1913.]
PUNCH, OR THE LONDON CHARIVARI.
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WORD PICTURES.
I HAVE had to give up reading Cricket
reports. It is no good. " At 1 1.30 the
two over-night not-outs — (6) and (13)
respectively — faced the howling of
,'..." You knowl I can't say why
it is, but it doesn't grip me any more.
It leaves mo cold. But, after all, I am
conscious of no gap in my intellectual
life. For 1 have found a splendid sub-
stitute.
I wish it to be understood that I
know nothing, literally nothing, about
the game of Base Ball. I have never
seen it, discussed it or heard it described.
My mind is entirely free from the
slightest vestige of information. And
thus the reading of accounts of Base
Hall matches becomes for me an exer-
cise of the purest romance. It calls up
before me vague compelling pictures,
opens up for me delightful avenues of
conjecture. And by now I am wholly
engrossed in this pursuit. I must
nako it quite clear that I get my
reports only from the best and most
reputable of Transatlantic magazines,
where the question is soberly discussed
ind the writing might almost be classed
as literature. But it stirs me all the
same. Who would not care to know
ihat " a teasing fly was sent perhaps
seventy feet back of the bag " ? Per-
mps a certain element of slang does
creep in at times. At least I have
ivondered if it is considered quite
elegant to speak of " the batter pushing
down a sacrifice bunt." But I love to
try to imagine him doing it. Then it
is so refreshing to talk about "an
inning " — so unhackneyed. And there
is another most refreshing thing to one
whose perceptions have become jaded
by our ceaseless centuries. To make
a run is such a tremendous event ! In
one match that I read of recently, this
never occurred till " the second half of
the sixth."
The beauty of it is that one can have
such an enormous amount of pure
entertainment with so small a measure
of enlightenment. There is no danger
as yet that I shall come to understand
the process of the game and thus lose
the keen edge of my enjoyment. All
that I have been able to glean after
weeks of delighted study is what I
may call a faint flavour of Rounders
But I somehow have a notion that to
"rearrange your pitching assign-
ments " may be equivalent to changing
the bowling. But how in the work
do you " push a run over the plate" '.'
It is very commonly done. On the
other hand I have only read of one
"pitcher" so far capable of "trotting
out his reverse hook."
It is a magnificent game. There is
"DON'T YOU THINK YOU *D LIKE SOME OP THIS NICE BREAD-AND-BUTTER BEFORE YOU
START ON CAKES?" " No 1 " " TUT-TUT ! NoWHAT?" "NoFEARl"
nothing quite like it. It is so full of
picturesque and sudden touches. I read
of a ball not long ago that "struck that
section of the fence which means a new
suit to the batsman." How feeble in
comparison is our Hat-trick ! And
then there is the " Pennant." That is
always cropping up. I imagine it to
be some special reward of valour.
I am getting so enthusiastic about it
all that I sometimes wonder if I have
become a "Fan." If so I must be a
" Paper Fan," I think, though I have
already made up my mind that if ever
I am present at a game I shall take a
seat " back of the catcher." Take my
word for it, that is the place. From
no other point can one "criticise the
curves." I am convinced that if any
"Freak Plays" occur I shall get
absolutely "roiled up." That, I am
told, is what happens to the crowd.
But just think of it ! Compare it 1
". . . At 11.30 the over-night
not outs — 6 and 13 respectively— faced
the bowling of —
"Captain Charles Charlcton performed the
extraordinary feat of navigating his vessel a
distance of 15,000 miles to Quoenstown with-
out the aid of a single officer. The voyage
occupied 108 days. Charleton . . . slept on
the poop of the ship on a cabin chair during
most of the 108 days."— F in-mcial Times.
One of those tame ships that practically
navigate themselves.
"Drama, the most recent capture by the
Greek army from the Bulgarians, is a Turkish
town."— Manchester Guardian.
It should be much more thrilling as a
Greek Drama.
Nasty Accident to Russian Girl.
" A Russian girl was struck by the uncerc-1
monious waving of the hand which accom-'
panics a parting." — Daily Hail.
90
PUNCH, OR THE LONDON CHARIVARI.
PULY 23, 1913.
'DRESS AND UNDRESS."
Pint Guest, "THAT MRS. ASTEBISK'S A PBETTY WOMAN, AND SHE AIN'T BADLY GOT UP; BUT SHE LOOKS ALL WRONG SOMEHOW."
Second Guest. "Or COURSE SHE DOES. THE RIDICULOUS WOMAN PERSISTS IN WEARING HER BACKBONE, AND BACKBONES ABE
QUITE OONE OUT."
THE BUGBEAR.
IT was a buff card, covered with
sinister and menacing prohibitions and
commands, and entitled "In the matter
of Steggle (Jane), No. 9,773,143."
He was a man of downright charac-
ter, actuated by strong likes and dis-
likes. At the moment his strong likes
were in abeyance; for his charwoman,
call her Steggle (Jane) or No. 9,773,143
as you please, he felt neither one way
nor the other. As for the buff card",
in " the week commencing Monday,
14 April, 1913," it left him cold ; in " the
week commencing Monday, 21 April,
1913," it bored him stiff, and in " the
week commencing Monday, 28 April,
1913," it brought his worst side upper-
most, and caused him to offer his soul
to the devil, that he might be quit of
all further Mondays. But the ten more
of these named on the card relentlessly
ensued, and upon cash of them yet
another week "commenced." As he
dealt with them one by one his temper
grew worse, and by the time he got to
the last of them, " the week commencing
Monday, 7 July," all the blood in his
-system had mounted to his head.
Having then fixed the last stamp in its
place with a terrible thump, he sought
for an opportunity of making his feel-
ings known.
There was a space at the bottom of
the buff card, about the only space left
on it, and it was specially Reserved for
the use of Society or Insurance Commis-
sioners. Let him touch it if he dare !
My word, if he had the impertinence to
write in it, there would be the dickens
and all to pay 1
He took a pen with a big broad nib,
and dipped it into the blue-black ink.
On second thoughts he took a pen with
a fine nib and dipped it into the red
ink. Then, in his smallest hand, he
wrote in the place most exclusively re-
served for the use of the Elect : —
" If you suppose that I am going to
waste the best part of my life and
fortune over your vile cards, and not
write where I like, you misconceive the
situation. Damme, I 've paid for it
and I 'm going to write on it. Fine
me, and I shan't pay ; put me in quod,
and I shan't care. Give me five years'
penal servitude, and I'll laugh at you.
I know you well enough not to believe
that you 11 keep me there and lose my
threepence a week for five years."
You might gather from this that he
was a man who disliked parting with
his .money, loathed the necessity for
regular habits, had strong political
prejudices. On the contrary, he was
generous, methodical, impartial and
fair-minded to a degree. But there
was one thing he could not stand, and
that was the word "commence."
" A Router's telegram from the Hague states
that the Queen has entrusted Dr. Bos with
the formation of a cabinet."
Pall Mall Gazette.
And our only authority on foreign
affairs heads this "NEW BELGIAN
CABINET." We shall look for an
editorial note on the subject — possibly
in the form of a dozen front-page
articles.
PUNCH, OR THE LONDON CHARIVARI.— JULY 23, 1913.
A BEOKEN LULLABY.
EUKOPA. "OH HUSH THEE, MY BABY!"
THE INFANT ALBANIA. " HOW CAN I HUSH ME WITH ALL THIS INFERNAL NOISE GOING ON?"
EUROPA. "WELL, YOU MUST DO AS I DO, AND PRETEND YOU DON'T HEAR IT."
; hist week's meeting the Ambassadors were still chiefly occupied with Albania. Tho question of the attitude of the Powers
rds the present Balkan crisis was not discussed.]
JULY 23, 1913.]
PUNCH, OR THE LONDON CHARIVARI.
93
ESSENCE OF PARLIAMENT.
(KxnucTKD FROM TUB PIAIIY OF TODY, M.P.)
THE CALL TO WESTMINSTER. To Amis ! NOBLESSE OBLIGE !
Home of Commons, Monday, July 14.
— Self-appointed task of undermining
Constitution assumed by reckless
Government makes further progress.
To-day sees beginning of end of that
prop of an ancient Empire — the Plural
Voter. Bill decreeing his abolition
completes the quartette of revolutionary
measures going on to the Lords. Would
imagine that in such circumstances
House would be crowded, seething with
excitement. On the contrary, benches
more than half empty. PRETYMAN,
Captain PBETYMAN supports the "prop of
an ancient Empire."
rising to move rejection of Bill, was
not encouraged by a cheer. Behind
him as he stood at the Table sat
dejected figures of BONNEB LAW and
ROBERT FINLAY, sole occupants of
Front Opposition Bench. The House
had come to bury the Plural Voter,
not to praise him. With unconscious
dramatic instinct it assumed attitude
and expression suitable to melancholy
circumstance.
Though this was the underlying fact
there is no doubt that Mr. STANIEB
contributed to prevalent depression.
At Question time he had not fewer
than six queries on the Paper dealing
with subject of swine fever. His inter-
rogations formed a series of chapters
succinctly chronicling condition of pigs
in Holland. They seem to have a
weary time in the Netherlands. It
will be remembered that in the educa-
tional schedule at Dotheboys Hall there
was regular recurrence of what was
tknown in the establishment as " Brim-
"stone morning." On such occasions
the boys, mustered in the school-
room, had administered to them in
due order large spoonfuls of brimstone
and treacle.
As Mrs. Squeers explained to Nicholas
Nickkby, " If they hadn't something or
other in the way of medicine they 'd
always be ailing."
Same principle adopted in Holland
in case of pigs. Should any one of
them display symptoms of swine fever,
not only he but every pig in the parish
is dosed. No use any one of them
observing in guttural Dutch, "I'm
feeling particularly well this morning ;
never felt fitter in my life ! " There,
ready at hand, is the equivalent of the
spoon and the bucket of brimstone and
treacle. He is straightway dosed.
To vary CANNING'S commentary : —
In' matters of med'cine the fault of the Dutch
Is, not asking too little, but giving too much.
STANIER'S six questions made this
Mr. HOQGE makes a calculation.
PUNCH, OR THE LONDON CHARIVARI.
[JULY 23, 1913.
clear. Mr. HOGOB naturally listened I custom in the Commons, striking feature
with'exceptional attention. 'On other in the historic gathering was its im-
less directly personal topics himself I porturbability. Cheers were infrequent
a champion supplementary-questioner, and decorously subdued. Laughter was
he regarded with envy opportunity of rare. Of excitement there was no trace.
Member for Newport. If, "arising Even when division was called, there
out of that answer," STANIEB put only was no rush towards the Lobby doors,
two Supplementary Questions for each No peer demeaned his order by quicken-
enquiry on the printed paper, there ing his step. With assurance of Civil
would be eighteen.
This was counting without
the MINISTER FOR AGRICULTURE,
to whom the catechism was
addressed.
" With the hon. gentleman's
permission," said EUNCIMAN,
when STANIER resumed his seat
after putting his first question,
in answering Number 36 I
will also answer Numbers 37,
38, 39, 40 and 41."
He did so in briefest non-
committal Ministerial fashion.
It is this kind of thing that
lours the minds of private
Members, making them some-
times doubt whether, subjected
to such treatment, parliamen-
The Member for Newport introduces the MINISTER
AGKICULTUBE to the Dutch Pig.
iary life is worth living on £400 a year.
Business done. — Plural Voting Bill
read a third time by 293 votes against
222.
House of Lords, Tuesday. — Second
night of debate on Home Eule Bill,
[louse presents spectacle seen only two
or three times in life of a Parliament.
3n approach of division every seat was
illed. Had Lord CKEWE turned his
lead to regard benches behind him, on
•rdinary occasion morethan half-empty,
e would have beheld a rare refreshing
ight. Beneath the serried mass not a
trip of red leather cushion
howed. Seemed as if old times
lad come again, and that Liberal
"arty had re-established con-
dition of equality in numbers
with the adversary.
What actually happened was
that, every castled cranny of
the kingdom having been swept
of noble tenants bidden to West-
minster to bash the Home Eule
Bill, there was not room for
them in the Unionist camp.
War in the near future they sauntered
out as if in ordinary quest of hat and
umbrella.
Only once in debate was there ap-
parent danger of personal altercation.
It came at final stage when Lord
MORLEY was replying on debate. LON-
DONDERRY interposed statement that in
the other House the IRISH SECRETARY
had hinted that, in case of outbreak
of Orange forces in protest against
enactment of Home Eule Bill, English
troops would not be ordered to shoot.
Whereupon the PREMIER nodded assent.
Whether a wink would have been
more acceptable he did not say.
Business done. — Second Beading of
Home Eulo Bill negatived by 302
against 64.
House of Commons, Friday. — During
week FOREIGN SECRETARY bombarded
with questions about state of affairs in
the Balkans. Ho returns the diplo-
matic answer that does not turn
away curiosity. Final attempt
to force his hand made by raisin"
debate on motion for adjourn-
ment. Statesmen below Gang-
way on Ministerial side, who
are urging recall of Lord GLAD-
STONE because he authorised
employment of Imperial troops
to save Johannesburg from
rapine, now suggest that Eng-
land should step in and " impose
peace" on the belligerents.
"How is that to be done?"
inquired the imperturbable
^. EDWARD GREY. " Am I to come
down to the House and ask for
FOK a vote of credit in order to use
the forces of the Crown to
impose peace on Servia, Greece and
Bulgaria? If the vote be given how
are the forces going to be used? "
Statesmen below Gangway
that as no business
they desire is that
Accordingly strayed into alien Lord Lc
quarters. something more than a nod.
Even this temporary accommodation | " What I want to know," quoth the ! prox
did not suffice. Peers who could not j MARQUIS, "is, do the Government en-
find sitting room on either side thronged ' dorse Mr. ASQUITH'S nod ? "
passages right and left of Woolsack. Out of Ireland the process unfamiliar.
"I1_1_'._.TJ| • i 1 • «1» • • w *
regard
of theirs. What
they shall have
direction of foreign policy, leaving small
details such as those suggested to
Ministers who are paid for doing the
work.
Incidentally disclosure is made of
Secret Treaty between Greece and
Servia for partition of spoils when they
shall have beaten Bulgaria.
"What if none remain?" SABK
asks. " Situation recalls a coup-
let written by POPE after the
signing of the Peace of Utrecht,
within twelve months of two
hundred years ago :—
Now Europe 's balanc'd, neither side
prevails ;
For nothing's left in either of the
scales."
Apply second line to Balkans,
and see how history repeats
itself.
Business done. — Hurrying on
with intent to prorogue on 15th
" Hay is so abundant in Sark this year that
many animals aro giving it to animals as
Behind them, within rails fencing in In this effete country you may endorse ' bedding-"— <?«<™SPT/ Weekly Press.
the Throne, were packed a mass of a cheque but not a nod. MORLEY
Privy Councillors. The side galleries
allotted to use of Peeresses were gar-
landed with fair women, whose towering
plumes HENRY OF NAVARRE might have
envied for their whiteness.
To lookers-on familiar with daily
Let us take an example from this, dear
friends.
!The time-worn phrase, with its thousand
declined to make the experiment sug-
.. ,, - ,
Very well, retorted the fiery (best jocular applications, 'C'est le premier pas
Wallsend) LONDONDERRY. " I will tell
the noble Viscount that a nod is not
good enough for us."
toute.' " — Glasgow News.
Our contemporary makes it seem quite
fresh.
JULY 23, 1913.]
PUNCH, OR THE LONDON CHARIVARI.
95
First M.F.H. (greetitu/ neighbour and sometime rival Master). " HULLO, OLD CHAP, COME IN AND HELP us."
Neighbour. "WHAT ABE YOU DOING?" First M.F.H. "JcsT ARBANGINO WHAT WE'RE QOIN' TO SHOW."
Neighbour. " OH I THOUGHT YOU WEBB PICKING OUT BOMB TO DBAFT."
BAZAE.
DIVE in from the sunlight, smiting like a falchion,
Underneath the awnings to the sudden shade,
Saunter through the packed lane, many-voiced,
colourful,
Bippling with the currents of the South and
Eastern trade.
Here are Persian carpets, ivory and peach-bloom,
Tints to fill the heart of any child of man,
Here are copper rose-bowls, leopard-skins, emeralds,
Scarlet slippers curly-toed and beads from
Kordofan.
Water-sellers pass with brazen saucers tinkling ;
Hajjis in the doorways tell their amber beads ;
Buy a lump of turquoise, a scimitar, a neckerchief
Worked with rose and saffron for a lovely lady's
needs.
Here we pass the goldsmiths, copper, brass and
silver-smiths,
All a-clang and jingle, all a-glint arid gleam ;
Here the silken webs hang, shimmering, delicate,
Soft-hued as an afterglow and melting as a dream.
Buy a little blue god brandishing a sceptre,
Buy a dove with coral feet and pearly breast,
Buy some ostrich feathers, silver shawls, perfume jars,
Buy a stick of incense for the shrine that you
love best.
SECOND THOUGHTS.
(After reading aboiit the curative power of colours.)
WHEN first I saw you, Thomas, and I noted
Your noisy headgear and your blatant tie,
The startling tints in which you went waistcoated,
Your socks' assaults upon the passing eye,
I murmured, " Here we have a nut indeed,
One of the good old Barcelona breed."
I realised our suburb would be duller,
Its streets with paler radiance imbued,
Eeft of your decorative scheme of colour,
But yet I 've often wished the thing less crude,
Have often wished the dress that you put on
Less imitative of the Union John.
But now I know I may have been unfeeling
In thinking that you wished me to admire ;
You may be only one whom need of healing
Has driven to medicinal attire.
You may feel my disgust, or even more,
When you assume " the mixture as before."
If that be so, expressive of my sorrow
I dedicate these simple strains to you.
Say you forgive me, Thomas, and to-morrow
Drop me a line to tell me how you do,
With details, for I greatly wish to know
Where lurks the pain — the tummy or the toe.
CHARIVARI.
[JULY 23, 1913.
THE AGE OF ENTERPRISE.
Paragraph inserted by Theodore Noke
in' the "Mutual Help" column of
'• Chirp;/ Bits."
Young Gentleman (residing in Streatham)
lesirea male companion for fortnight's un-
conventional holiday on Continent. August.
Good walker. Interested in bird life and old
churches. Anxious to get right off beaten
track. Smattering of French. Box 113.
Letter from Tinklett and Co. to Box 113,
" Chirpy Bits " Office.
DEAR SIB,— May we call your atten-
tion to the fact that our firm has been
stuffing and mounting birds, reptiles,
animals, etc., to the complete satis-
faction of many thousands of clients
for the last ninety years ?
The high standard of our workman-
ship has been testified to by a famous
Professor for whom we successfully
preserved a unique pink-eyed canary
in 1893. We can also boast of Royal
patronage, having replaced the glass
eyes of a stuffed owl for H.H. Prince
Bingo of Cummerbundia only a few
years ago. We therefore place our-
selves at your service with every con-
fidence. Faithfully yours,
TINKLETT AND Co.
Letter from James Bunt to Box 113,
" Chirpy Bits " Office.
DEAR SIB, • — " Everwear " special
walking and climbing boots, which I
supply at 22s. 6d., including spiral-
tipped, solid leather laces, are abso-
lutely the finest on the market. This
claim has been recently endorsed by the
fatality which overtook a prominent
Alpinist who was unhappily killed in
the Austrian Tyrol a few months ago
Although the body of the unfortunate
climber was shockingly mangled, his
"Everwear" boots were only slightly
perforated.
If you will kindly let me know your
size I shall be happy to forward severa"
pairs for your selection.
Thanking you in anticipation,
I am, Yours faithfully,
JAS. BUNT.
Letter from William Drinkwater to
Box 113, " Chirpy Bits " Office.
SIR,— May I crave your generosit)
for a very sad case of destution I was
once in a position to go abroad on
holidays myself but business Losses
which was not my fault but was causec
by Misfortune only have brought m
to a state of absolute destution anc
indeed of starvation and I imploan
you Sir to help me which you will neve
regret Sir you are young and fortnati
please help one who was once a youn£
Gentleman himself Sir I have not ea
a square Meal for near three weeks anc
oblidge Yours respeckfully,
WM. DBINKWATEH.
Marked items in Catalogue sent ly " The
Excelsior Book Stores" to Box 113,
" Chirpy Bits " Office :—
• A HTRO IN THK HAND."
NEW NOVEL
by
3. P. MiGGEns.
Price 4s. Gd.
"THE CHURCH MILITANT,"
A COURSE OF SEBMONS nv THE
REV. W. M. STICKLEBACK.
Price 5s. Od.
•HOW TO SPEAK FRKNCH LIKK A
NATIVE IN THREE WEEKS,"
BY ONE WHO HAS PONE IT.
Price 2si 6d.
" ETIQUETTE FOR GENTLEMEN."
A GUIDE TO COEHECT BEHAVIOVB ox
ALL OCCASIONS,
i hy
A PEER OP THE REALM.
Price Gd.
Letter from the Rev. P. Pinker of Streat-
ham to Box 113, " Chirpy Bits " Office.
MY DEAR SIR, — I see that you are
interested in old churches, which em-
boldens me to invite your assistance
in connection with our St. Aloysius
Belfry Restoration and Completion
Fund. The total sum required is £750,
towards which we have collected up to
the present £62 14s. l^d. and a gift in
kind of 1,000 bricks.
Although St. Aloysius cannot per-
haps accurately be described as " old "
in the sense of the term usually applied
to ecclesiastical erections, it was built
as far back as 1802. Moreover it is
credibly asserted that it stands on or
near the site of a Roman Temple
erected about the year 47 (I cannot for
the moment recall whether B.C. or A.D.).
Your love of birds prompts me to
add that three years ago a robin buill
its nest in one of our organ pipes, anc
in spite of grave inconvenience to the
organist we allowed it to remain for
several months.
In these circumstances may I confi
dently solicit your help? Donations
should be sent to me and all chequei
should be crossed.
Yours very truly, P. PINKER.
Letter from the Editor of" Chirpy Bits'
to Theodore Noke.
DEAR SIR, — All the communications
received in response to your paragrapl
in our "Mutual Help" column have
been promptly forwarded to you.
am sorry if none of them have provec
satisfactory, but of course we canno
guarantee anything.
Yours faithfully, THE EDITOR.
Letter from Theodore Noke to Mrs
Digger, of No. 4, Seavieiv Terrac
Blewsea.
DEAR MRS. DIGGER, — Will you kindlj
eserve me a room from August 9 to 23 ?
'he same arrangements as usual, in-
luding the use of the bathroom twice
i week. I suppose your charge will lo
xs before — 30s. a week inclusive.
Yours truly, T. NOKE.
TEMS FROM EVERYWHERE.
(After some of our Contemporaries.)
CHARGED at Fine Street with driving
o the common danger, a chauffeur
named Herbert Tibbits, who was said to
lave collided with a lamp-post, cannoned
nto an undertaker's window, and run
,mok through a meeting of Militants,
)leaded that he was endeavouring to
ivoid running over a bluebottle. Tib-
jits, who was defended by the S.P.C.A.,
was let off with a caution.
An elderly gentleman was about to
cross the road at Piccadilly Circus when
a motor-'bus suddenly bore down in his
direction, and only his presence of mind
n remaining on the pavement averted ,
what mighthavcbeen a serious accident. |
For a wager Hugo Schmelz, a one-
egged Swiss waiter, has undertaken to '
lop round the world, supporting him-
self on the way by giving exhibitions
of yodelling. Schmelz expects to com-
plete his task by July, 1959.
A bull entered a house in Frump-
ington where an auction sale was in
progress, and several valuable lots were
knocked down.
A Balham Green man has invented
a noiseless barrel-organ.
The Mayoress of Toddleton has given
birth to triplets. This is the first re-
corded instance in the history of the
borough of the mayoral term being
distinguished in such a way, and in
honour of the event it is proposed to
revive the office of Town Crier.
At Muggleswick a goat has acted as
foster-mother to a litter of white mice.
A cuneiform inscription recently un-
earthed at Hidji-Khu reveals the fact
that rag-time was prevalent in Egypt
in the middle of the XVIIIth Dynasty.
A purple-crested pilliwip, one of the
rarest visitors to the British Isles, has
been seen flying in the neighbourhood
of Vandlebury, but so far all attempts
to shoot it have been unsuccessful.
Under the auspices of the Auxiliary
Service League and in the interests of the
Entente a party of British charwomen
leaves London to-day on a visit to Paris,
where several municipal functions have
been arranged in their honour.
"A warm maternal heart beats under th(
Vicereine's petticoat."
Amrita Bazar Patnka,
In the light of this The Times' corre
spondent will have to revise her indict
ment of women's clothes.
JULY 23. 1913.]
PUNCH, OR THE LONDON CHARIVARI.
97
"V-
Tlie Wife (triumplutntly). "THERE you ABE, GEOBOE !
YACHTIN' 'AT I "
Now you LAUGHED AT ME WHEN I TOLD you TO GET YOURSELF A NICE
THE CREED OF SUCCESS.
[" Dulncds lias iU penalties. Vivacity and courage have their certain victories." — The Times on ,1 recent cause
I THANK the?, Times, for thy consoling phrasa,
Though formerly men praised the grace Batavian ;
But that was in the mid-Victorian days
Ere WALKLEY coined the epithet of " Shavian " ;
Ere we had learned to crown with lavish bays
Outlandish dancers, Spanish and Moldavian ;
Ere NIETZSCHE hurled into the black abysm
The crude insensate creed of Altruism.
How far it seems, that quaint, old-fashioned age
When people filled their albums with " confessions,'
And duly noted on a pinkish pago
Their prejudices and their prepossessions;
\\ itii prudish zeal or puritanic rage
Rebuking genius for the least transgressions,
And always choosing BAYARD as their hero
Instead of CASANOVA or of NKUO !
So was it also with their hsroines, who
Were stuffy when they were not suicidal,
Like Mrs. FEY, or that insipid crew
Who congregated round the sage of Rydal,
Or JOAN OF Auc — poor things, they never knew
Us whoso vivacity will brook no bridle,
Who give our Sundays up to bridge or snooker
And see no filthincss iu any lucre.
I 've never taken a3 my moral guide
That superstitious peasant, JOAN OF ARC ;
I!rr birth was low, her style of dress defied
The rules laid down by milliners of mark ;
I don't object because she rode astride,
Some quite smart girls ride that way in the Park :
I simply ask, did any millionaire
Espouse her cause or make her his solo heir?
I know that some profess to idolize
GRACE DARLING, who, a lighthouse-keeper's daughter,
Aroused one night by shipwrecked sailors' cries,
Eowed out to save them o'er the stormy water ;
The deed no doubt was brave, but was it wise
Judged by the one true test — the cash it brought her ?
Besides, her social status was obscure ;
There was no pathos in her dying poor.
The EMPRESS DOWAGER OF CHINA — there
You had a woman lacking erudition,
Of dubious antecedents, but of rare
Attractions and implacable ambition,
Who let no scruples alter or impair
Her steadfast will ; who never knew contrition ;
While as for enemies or even bores
She lopped their heads off constantly in scores.
I hold that life lacks all refreshing fruit
When need of pelf produces melancholy,
But yields a prospect of unbounded loot
If only you are resolute and jolly.
In short, the impecunious, if astute,
May make an honest living out of folly.
I think, in fine, " vivacity and courage "
Give flavour to the Cup of Life — like borage.
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PUNCH, OR THE LONDON CHARIVARI.
[JULY 23, 1913.
THE NEW MILITANCY.
ADOLPHUS had entered the smoke-
room with an intense look on his face.
I instantly retreated behind The
Daily Telegraph — which affords better
cover than any newspaper in England
— but he had sighted me.
"Just the very man I wanted to see,"
he exclaimed. " I particularly need
your advice." And he sat down very
close beside me.
I never knew Adolphus when he did
not particularly need my advice. He
goes about the world collecting advice
and ignoring it. I have often thought
of advising him to ask my advice.
" You see I have always regarded
you as a level - headed man of the
world," he began.
I looked as level-headed and worldly
as possible and said, " What is it, old
man? "
" It hasn't been formally announced
yet, but I 'm engaged."
" Ah ! And you want to know how
to get out of it ? "
From his face I knew that I was
near the mark, but he protested.
" Certainly not," he said. " It 's
this way. I didn't know that she was
a strong politician. Of course she talks
intelligently about affairs — says that
LLOYD GEORGE ought to be banished to
Bogota, and so forth — but she gave
me no reason to suppose that she held
exceptional opinions on politics. Well,
I took her in my car to-day to see an
old aunt of mine. When I brought the
car home again I found that she
had left her bag in it. It was merely
clasped, not locked, and it felt rather
heavy. I wondered if she had left her
purse in it. If so, I had better take it
back at once. If not, it could wait till
I saw her to-morrow. Well, I opened
it."
"Letters from a rival?" I interposed.
" No, no. I am far too strong an
attraction. What I found was a ham-
mer and half-a-dozen pebbles."
" My poor friend! " I said, and patted
him soothingly on the back.
" Now what am I to do ? " asked the
unhappy Adolphus.
" There are various courses of action
before you," I replied. " You can break
off the engagement at once. You can
say that as she proposes to go to
prison, she ipso facto proposes to desert
you. You can say that, if she burned
down the House of Commons or West-
minster Abbey after you were married,
your estate would be held responsible
[or the damage. Another injustice to
man."
" But I don't want to break it off,'
said Adolphus.
" In that case you must fall into line
with her. Husband and wife should
bs as one. Go into the movement;
become an active militant. You're
quite a stone too heavy and a hunger-
strike would do you a world of good.
Besides, you used to have a fine throw-
in from the out-field. You 'ro just the
man for the Strangers' Gallery."
Adolphus shook his head. " It 's not
that I 'm absolutely opposed to the
movement, but, frankly, I never cared
much for the idea of prison."
"Coward. You want to save your
miserable skin. Why, when you're
married you may be glad of solitary
confinement. However, if you refuse
either to break it off or to become a
militant, my advice is to temporise.
Say nothing. Let sleeping dogs lie. Of
course in this case it 's a woman, and
awake, but the principle 's the same."
" Thanks very much," replied Adol-
phus. " I shall consider your advice
very carefully. I shall do nothing
hurriedly. Eely on me."
The next evening he burst jubilantly
into the club library.
" Congratulate me," he cried. " It 's
all right. Have a drink ! "
" Then she 's made you join the
Men's League for Women's Suffrage,"
I said. ,v Well, you '11 stand a hunger-
strike better than you would a drink-
strike."
" 1 've not joined. She 's all right.
There isn't a nicer girl in England. I
put it to her straight, and what do you
think she is ? "
I hate riddles about women, and
said so.
" She 's just a militant anti-militant,"
cried the triumphant Adolphus. " She
just has a shy at any militants' windows
whenever she passes them."
" And I dared to suggest that you
should break off your engagement to
this noble girl ! " I exclaimed. " Adol-
phus, I ask your pardon, and will my-
self defray the charges of the refresh-
ment which you proposed. . . . My
toast, old man ! ' The future Mrs. Adol-
phus, and more power to her elbow ! ' '
"John Harris, of Trclill, St. Kew, was en
his way to Delabole slate quarries yesterday,
and on reaching the lower part of Pengelly,
collided with another workman (Mr. J. A.
Parsons). Harris was thrown into Mr. Dawe's
window, receiving several cuts."
Western Morning News.
Mr. PAESONS gives the impression of
being rather quick-tempered.
" Miss Lily Yeats and Miss Elizabeth Yeates,
the sisters of Mr. Miss Elizabeth Yeats, the
sisters of Mr. Industries, which include a
printing press worked entirely by women for
printing books by Irish writers."
Midland Counties Advertiser.
It is terrible to be left in a state of
uncertainty like this.
CHAMELEON HENS.
EUGENIC theories are apparently
making headway in the poultry world.
The Daily Mirror of July 17 has it
that Mr. CHARLES WOKTHINGTON, of
Denver, Colorado, U.S.A., has doubled
the egg yield from his fowls by sur-
rounding them with gaudy colours.
He painted their town red and always
wore a red robe and mask while feeding
the hens. Some further experiments
by Mr. T. Thorne Baker, Tfie Daily
Mirror scientific expert, with hens in a
scarlet environment, have resulted in
eggs with a distinct orange tint !
Mr. Punch's own Oologist is not
going to take this challenge lying
down, or even sitting. He can pro-
duce an Orpington from the Bouverie
Street roof-chicken-run that is a perfect
chameleon at the game. During the
last visitation of a pea-soup fog her
eggs so harmonised in hue with their
surroundings as to be completely in-
visible when laid, and so could not be
found at all. He has a still more
sympathetic and intelligent bird in a
coop next the north-east chimney-pot.
This remarkable fowl, a black-and-tan
Congolese, has developed her chro-
matic sense to such a degree that she
promptly responds with the comple-
mentary tone to that presented to her
gaze for the time being.
On being shown, for example, the
office-boy's orange tie the other day,
she triumphantly weighed in on the
spur of the moment with a product of
royal purple.
We have, besides, a speckled Wyan-
dotte that has lately taken up Post-
Impressionism. Her speciality is cub-
oids and icosahedrons with pea-green
and vermilion cross-hatchings.
But we do not think it fair to press
these devoted creatures too far, or to
try practical jokes upon them, such as
a repetition of the classic instance of
the Scotch plaid and the too-imitative
chameleon. No Highlander, therefore,
in his native garb can be allowed to
inspect our elevated fowl-ran. Nuts,
also, are requested to subdue their taste
in socks when on a visit.
The hen, however, who is most loyal
and most thoroughly imbued with the
genius loci is an adventurous bird who
fluttered down the other day into Mr.
Punch's own sanctum, and, after paying
her respects to a certain venerable
and venerated model figure, has ever
after laid eggs with a marked dorsal
protuberance. ZIG-ZAG.
"FoE SALE. — Ono pair Orangoutangs, tame
like children." — Advt. in " Statesman."
Still, somehow children look nicer about
the house.
JI-I.Y 23, 1913.]
PUNCH, OR THE LONDON CHARIVARI.
<J'J
OUR CADDIES' TEA-FIGHT.
First Caddie (pointing with his thumb to another caddie further up the table, who is eating with his knife in his mouth).
OLD BILL, QOINQ RAHND THE WHOLE COURSE WIV 'IS IRON."
LOOK AT
OUR BOOKING-OFFICE.
(By Mr. Punch's Staff of Learned Clerks.)
Hunt the Slipper (STANLEY PAUL), by Mr. OLIVER MADOX
HUEFFER, is the sort of book that must give pleasure all
round, and it is obvious from the swing of it that it was
something of a joy-ride to the author. Far be it from me
to attempt a precis of the plot, for never was an egg so full
of meat. To begin with, a splendid old Englishman, retired
general and active member of Quarter Sessions, sets out
to the States in search of a grand-daughter. To end
with, there are in New York the happiest possible termina-
tions of the many complexities, mostly matrimonial, that
ensue. One particular charm the tale has, that its characters
in turn tell their part in the first person and very naively
reveal themselves in the process. The J.P. starts it in
a spirit of almost pathetic restraint ; a swindler and a
daughter of pleasure carry it on in a vein of tragic realism ;
others give it a help along, and the irresponsible boy of the
piece ends it with a burst of laughter. What matter if that
ending be a shade too happy to be consistent with the
tragedy of the middle ? As one of the narrators observes,
there is enough trouble in the world without harping on it ;
and the chosen text of the book is, after all, true : " II y a
<lcs hoiiiii'tt'tt gens partout," including, I feel at this moment
of completion, Mr. OLIVER MADOX HUEFFER, myself, and,
no doubt, the reader.
The nicest thing about being a sporting novelist is that
you can jump a stone wall of improbability without chang-
ing feet on the top. If you supposed that the ingenious
testator had already done all he could to complicate the
course of fiction, you reckoned without Mrs. CONYEKS and
Sandy Married (METHUEN). By the will of "an uncle,
Hildebrand Hannyaide and Araminta Mellicffmbe were
obliged either to keep up a racing stable until they won the
Grand National, or to maintain their devout scruples,
Evangelical and High Church respectively, in comparative
poverty. By the same will Sandy himself was compelled
to supervise the Northlap stud until the blue ribbon of the
'chasing world (I hope I have that right) adorned it.
Northlap, it appears, is in England, but a water-jump like
the Irish Channel is nothing to Mrs. CONYERS, so we swiftly
find that Sandy and his delightful wife have coaxed the
trainer to move their stable to Ireland, whither Hildebrand
and Araminta, bickering and suspicious, pursue them.
Once amongst the bogs and heather, Mrs. CONYERS of
course is at home, and the atmosphere she creates would
rouse hunting-songs in the heart of a fruitarian. Even
Hildebrand and Araminta, infected by the general enthusi-
asm, buy themselves mounts, are badly and amusingly
cheated, ride to hounds, and attend the most extravagant
of race-meetings; and the rest of the characters live
entirely on, with or by horses, and sometimes all three at
once. How it all ended, how the great victory at Aintree
was won, and what happened to Hildebrand and Araminta,
you must find out for yourself. The book goes with a
gallop, and, if you think that the farcical fun poked at the
two unfortunate bigots is somewhat out of keeping with
the real comedy of Irish life which the authoress presents
both with freshness and enthusiasm, well, you shouldn't
have started reading an Irish sporting romance.
100
PUNCH, OR TJIK LONDON CHARIVARI.
[Jur,T 23, 1913.
I have just returned from a delightful week-end. The
house-, called Redmarley, is a charming old place, situate,
as the auctioneers say, in one of the most picturesque neigh-
bourhoods in the Cotswolds; so there was plenty of good
scenery. But my friends with whom I was staying would
make any spot happy. FfolUot is the name of them, and
they arc the jolliest, most companionable folk in the world.
Perhaps Mr. FfolUot (who has nerves, reads WALTER PATER
and doesn't appreciate noise) might he a little bit in the
way ; but, as he hardly ever leaves his study, that need
worry nobody. Mrs. FfolUot is an angel — so pretty and
unselfish and sympathetic that it is no wonder that her
crew of delightful children simply adore her. I wish I had
time to tell you more about the children. Two of them are
practically grown up ; indeed Mary astonished us all, at the
end of my visit, by becoming engaged to a nice soldier (just
when I myself was almost sure she would marry the young
Eadical M.P. who so admired her — but it was bettor as
things happened),
she goes to India.
there are two delightful
ih'fants growing up ; and
meanwhile there are the
Rugby twins, Uz and Buz,
to keep things lively. We
had great fun one evening
when Buz dressed up as a
Suffragette and interviewed
young Mr. Gallup about
votes for women — and I
must say the latter took the
joke very well. But then [
everybody in or near Red-j
marley is like that. Would ;
you care to meet them all j
[or yourself ? Then buy
Mr. L. ALLEN HAEKER'S
new book. It is called,
quite simply, The FfolHots
of Iledmarlcy (MURRAY),
and I pity you if you don't
end by regarding every
character in it as a personal
friend.
The others will miss her awfully when
Still, the house can hardly be dull, as
all so lacking in fibre that they had better have been
women.) Further, to condemn tiie wholo British aristoc-
racy as "ill-bred," and to applaud "the beautiful women
who by night walk up and clown Piccadilly" as noble, if
guilty of some "childish naughtiness," is too much. These
and its many other sweeping but half-baked ideas will not
commend the book, except perhaps to the Militants; and the
more shrewd oven of them will not thank Mrs. HARROD for
this unconscious exposition of the absurdity and looseness
of which the feminine mind is sometimes capable when it
starts generalising.
I recommend Mr. CHRISTOPHER STONE'S Letters to an
Eton Boy (FISHER UNWIN) to all true lovers of Eton. It
is one thing to write familiarly about the Wall Game,
St. Andrew's Day, Pop, Agar's Plough, Upper Club, Trials!
the Winchester Match, Lord's, Rowland's and all the rest
of it, and quite another to invest them, as he does, with the
right atmosphere. The boy who gets the letters is in his
last year.
THE WEAK POINT.
First Player. "How MANY HAVE YOU TAKEN?"
Second Player. "ELEVEN. How MANY 'VE YOU?"
First Player. " ONLY TEN; BUT you '1X1 WIN THE HOLE. I'M so
ROTTEN WHEN IT COMES TO THE SHORT GAME."
His chief correspondents are his worldly but
warm-hearted and in some
ways sensible mother ; his
ratheV uncle-ish uncle,
whose epistles — they are
really quite Pauline — show a
profound knowledge of Eton
and the world, and, I might
add, of boy nature; and, last
and most charming, his
clear and only love. As for
this last it is so long ago
that perhaps I have for-
gotten, but — do people at
Eton get engaged almost as
soon as they get into Pop ?
However, n'importc. For,
to tell the truth, Lett-ice
Ambrose is to my mind the
making of the book. There
are two other episodes in
the boy's life — one con-
nected with a married lady
with a past, the other with
FRANCES FORBES-
ROBERTSON (Mrs. HARROD) is up against people in general,
and it is possible that people in general, having read
The Horrible Man (STANLEY PAUL), will be up against
FRANCES FORBES-ROBERTSON. The story itself I liked,
and so will others who can tolerate the sudden inter-
vention of the supernatural in everyday affairs. It is the
study of a young girl's soul, pure, passionate but immature ;
her encounters with every sort of man, and her occasional
metamorphosis into an eerie white hound. I do not com-
plain bitterly of the frontispiece, a portrait of Mrs. HARROD
at the age of eleven, nor of the quotation on the fly-leaf :
Read it ... It is so beautiful ! " nor yet of the dedication,
"To my beloved son, ROY HARROD, Scholar" (as wero so
many of us and mostly to our private shame). These
things and a certain affectation of style, imitative of the
Meredithian manner, may be forgiven in a work ingenious,
at any rate, if not clever. The trouble lies in its wholesale
and almost malicious attacks on humanity in general and the
masculine part of it in particular. As a sex we are learning
to bear with fortitude our detractors' trick of citing the
bully, the seducer and the common cheat as typical of us;
what we cannot stomach is the effeminate creature held up
to us as the model man. (Malleson, Grey and Stuart were
a visit to a night club in
London — which seem rather
out of place in a school story,
or, as perhaps I ought to say, rather unusual. For, as Mr.
STONE treats them, they are perfectly innocent and natural,
and they helped to produce some of Lettice's letters, which
are a delightful revelation of modern girlhood. Mr. STONE
has in fact woven into his book of school-life a pleasant
little picture of a healthy romantic attachment, without any
of the stale old nonsense of headmasters' daughters and the
like which makes one wonder if the writers have ever seen
the inside of a public school.
" Every precaution was taken to guard during the day the platform
used by the Royal party. A special posse of police was on duty, and
no one without a special permit was allowed to step on them."
Manchester Evcnin-j Neu'S.
The rush for permits must have been terrific, even among
quite respectable citizens.
Extract from an Essay on the Founding of Rome :—
" Romeo and Juliet quarrelled about which hill to build Eomo on.
Romeo saw twelve vultures and Juliet saw six, but Juliet saw them
first. So Romeo, killed Juliet and built Rome on his hill, and that is
why it is called Rome."
However, the ghost of Juliet had her revenge when the
great CAESAR was called JULIUS out of compliment to her.
JULY .30. 1913.]
PUNCH, OR THE LONDON CHARIVARI.
101
" STOP, THIEF! "
THE TRANSFORMATION.
••WELL BUN, SIR."
" I HOPES YOU 'LL BEAT THE RECORD, Sin."
CHARIVARIA.
WITH reference to the Garden Party
given by the KING and QUEEN to
5,000 teachers, we understand that
their Majesties, to their great regret,
find themselves unable to accept all the
return invitations.
*...*
There is, we hear, considerable feel-
ing against the Government in the
office of T. P.'s Weekly. That journal
instituted a competition to decide who
should be Poet Laureate, and Mr.
ASQUITH coolly appointed Dr. BRIDGES
to the office without awaiting the result
of the competition. This action on
the part of the PREMIER is all the more
surprising since we understand that
T. P. is an Irishman.
By the way, it is said that Mr.
LLOYD GEOEGE at first objected to the
PKKMIER'S choice on the ground that
the proposed Laureate was a medical
man and not on a panel. It was,
however, pointed out that Dr. BRIDGES
was, in fact, a reformed doctor, who
had given up medicine in favour of
Poetry. „, *
*
Mr. WINSTON CHURCHILL'S proposals
in regard to our Navy have been well
received in Germany.
The cruiser Donegal succeeded last
week in salving the derelict Norwegian
.barquo Glenmark. The sole occupant
was a white cat, which bit a blue-
jacket who tried to stroke it. Its bite
was worse than its barque.
j|.
At CHRISTIE'S, the other day, " The
Otter Hunt," which originally cost
£10,500, was sold for £1,260. At a
time when everything tends to increase
in price it is good to know that in future
our Landseers are likely to cost us less.
& £
Four young women who last week
promenaded Fifth Avenue, New York,
in slit skirts, etc., were surrounded by
an enraged mob ; but the gentleman
who, with the view of remedying the
outrage on good taste, shouted, " Tear
the things off I" must, we fancy, have
been an Irish- American.
We are glad to see
campaign being started
signs of a
in favour of
red-haired men. For too long have
they been treated as pariahs. We have
even known their presence objected to
at a funeral. This, of course, is foolish, for
nothing brightens up a funeral so much
as one or two of these cheerful heads.
% #
*
A thief broke into a house at
Great Bircham, Norfolk, last week,
carried off a purse which held several
new farthings, which he apparently
mistook for sovereigns, and overlooked
a box containing a considerable sum of
money. The Jemmy, which is the
organ of the profession, is, we under-
stand, about to open a fund for this
poor fellow, who is said to be suffering
from a breakdown consequent on shock.
:;: *
" The majority of small nodding
animals now on the toy market are
of Japanese manufacture," we read,
" and are supplanting those made in
Germany." Animals " mit noddings
on " will no doubt be the rage this year.
*^*
Large numbers of swifts have
appeared in the neighbourhood of
Epping Forest and are attacking the
mosquitoes vigorously. The local
powers do not propose to intervene.
=;= t *
By a stampede of their horses at
Frensham last week the Queen's Bays
were deprived of a good many mounts.
They received, we understand, some
most touching letters of sympathy from
officers and men in our Territorial
cavalry. ,,. .,.
*
"FRANCE'S THREE-YEAR SOLDIERS,"
read the old lady. " It seems very
young," she mused.
1 *^
According to a Board of Trade report,
the average of fatal railway accidents
last year was only one passenger killed
in every 68,100,000 journeys. The
Railway Companies wish respectfully
to draw attention to the fact that this
compares most favourably with the
returns as to aeroplane accidents.
Will the unrest in the Balkans ever
end ? The latest report is to the effect
that the Danube is rising.
Functions like the visit of the Mayor
and Corporation of Peterborough to
inspect the Braceborough Waterworks
are usually such dull affairs that
we cannot withhold a meed of praise
from the Chief Constable and the
Councillor who enlivened the occasion,
the other day, by gamely falling into
the reservoir. # #
It is said that Mr. EAMSAT MAC-
DONALD is not to be offered a seat in
the Cabinet. The alleged reason is
that, if the seat were to be offered to
him, he might accept it.
VOL. C'XI.V.
102
PUNCH, OR THE LONDON CHARIVARI.
[JULY 30, 1913.
HOME DEFENCE.
fMr ASQUITH'S promise of a Bill designed to prevent England
from slipping into the sea will be glad news to holiday-makers on the
South and East Coasts."— Daily Chronicle.}
ROLL on, insatiate Ocean, roll !
Bring up your billows, mile on mile,
Gathering speed from either pole
To pound on our deciduous isle !
Eoll on, I say, but roll in vain !
Never our soil shall feed your maw again.
Some years ago upon the strand
A British Monarch took his seat
And tried to make you understand
That you were not to wet his feet;
In safety, well behind the throne,
His Court encouraged this defiant tone.
You took no notice. On you came
(As he had beqn a barking pup)
Straight for his toes to swamp the same,
Till he removed them higher up,
And to his courtiers cried, " What ho !
I said it was no use; I told you so."
To-day a louder challenge rings
About our country's fretted base ;
A nobler KNUT superbly flings
His glove in your erosive face ;
ASQUITH himself arrives to bar
Your moist advances, saying, " Sea, thus far ! "
So shall "Britannia rules the waves"
Mean that you mustn't undennine
Cliffs and marine hotels and caves
And things that overlook the brine_; .
So shall our empire o'er the foam
Begin where Charity begins — at home.
For lo ! our KNUT shall break your ranks
With mole and groyne and granite wall,
And to the strange anaemic cranks
Who like to have their England small
This stout remark shall he address:
" She may be little, but she shan't be less."
O theme for poets to rehearse !
Yea, well might he, our laureate-leach,
Accost your waves in courtly verse,
Singing " No more into the breach 1 "
Or write To Neptune Dammed : An Ode,
Telling him plainly, "Thou shalt not erode."
0. S.
THE PERFECT CRICKETER.
XVIII. — THE CARE OP THE EOLLEH.
(Somewhat in the self-effacing manner of J. B. HOBBS.)
THE best of cricket is that, if you get to the top of the
tree, newspapers will pay you to write about the game anc
other cricketers, even if you can't write. Of course, bein£
at the top of the tree is itself pretty good fun, especially to
a Surrey man, because at the Oval you can always counl
on a friendly crowd, even if they do drop their aitches
a bit. And it's true that we give them the opportunity
HAYWARD and me, to say nothing of HAYES and HITCH
Hero-worship never did anyone any harm, except perhaps
the hero.
Now and then one gets a set-back, of course, and cricket 's
a game where you expect it. In fact, it 's no use playing
cricket at all unless you're ready for bad luck as well as
*ood. The best of us have our spoils of bad luck — when
lie ball's never bigger than a pea and the wicket's as
wide as a church door. Even W.G. (who has just had a
Mi-thday, and I gladly hold out my hand to him to wish
lim many happy returns, and I wish he was young enough
;o be among us once more) — even W.G. could fail three or
'our times consecutively even in his zenith. Personally I
lave been somewhat out of luck during a week or two of
lis season ; however, I must admit that I was somewhat
surprised before the Gentlemen and Players' match started
at the Oval when I heard one man ask another, " What do
;hey play 'OiiBS for ? A bit out of form, ain't 'e ? " " Just
a hit," replied the other, " but they do say as 'o\v 'e 's
played for 'is fieldin'." This seemed to me incredible talk,
ind I was therefore not knocked all of a heap when I
'ound out afterwards that the two were genuine admirers
of mine, and had been put up to saying what they did by
one of my rivals.
What the public don't always understand is that a
ricketer is usually doing his best, or, at any rate, if he is
not doing his best he is doing something else which fully
occupies his mind. Once or twice lately even 1 have let a
)all get past me at cover ; not in the least because I was
lelding badly, but because I was slightly absent-minded
through thinking of something else — an article for a paper,
perhaps, or a new way of playing a stroke. Yet some
foolish fellow in the crowd has groaned. Still the medal
nas its other side, for -only last week I had a letter for-
warded on to me at Lord's, and the writer asked me if I
would sell him the bat with which I had been making so
many runs. I didn't know whether to reply or not, because
it looked to me as if it might be a piece of sarcasm, and
one does not like to be "had"; but even if it is not I
can assure him that I never part with a good bat--indeed,
when I have done with a really serviceable weapon it is not
of much use to anybody.
Next week I shall go into the difficult question of the
best kind of rope to put round the pitch to protect it during
the tea interval.
From the programme of a Kwala Lumpar performance
of Hamlet : — •
"1. There was a king who was poisoned by his wife for she was
making love with her brother in law.
2. The late king became a ghost and the soldiers who were taking
charge of the grave informed Prince Hamlet the ghost told Prince
Hamlet all the secret, and asked. Hamlet to have his revenge.
3. Prince Hamlet disguised himself as a poor man and went to his
lover Ophilier.
4. Ophilier did not make him out and she sent him away.
5. Prince Hamlet started a play, and showed to his uncle.
6. His uncle and his mother was so ashamed of this went home
at once.
7. Prince Hamlet at once started for his house and killed his uncle
and mother, while he was aiming at his uncle. His Prime Minister
happened to pass and he was shot dead instead of his uncle.
8. His uncle at once sent him to another country for school.
9. Ophilier got mad and threw herself in a river and dead.
10. Prince Hamlet returned in his country and haved a sham fight
with the son of the Prime Minister and all died.
PRETTY LONG
TO MENTION COME AND
DELIGHTFUL Sl'OKY."
WITNESS THE
It is a pity that the author's name is not given, but it
sounds an exciting play, and we should like to see it, even
without this further lure : —
"New and novel. Lovely good. Fine and sensational. A splendid
display of music, songs, scenes and costumes, &c. By our own
smart actors and actresses."
PUNCH, OR THE LONDON CHARIVARI.— JULY 30, 1913.
ONE OF THE KNUTS.
MB. ASQUITH (addressing the Ocean). " THIS IS GETTING A BIT TOO STEEP. 1 'M AFEAID
I MUST EEPOET YOU TO THE HOUSE."
[The PREMIER has promised a Bill dealing with coast-erosion.]
JULY 30. 1913.]
PUNCH, OR THE LONDON CHA.1UVAUI.
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GENTILITY IN OUR GARDEN SUBURB.
"JUST THINK OP IT, MllS. BllOWN HAS GOT THE TKI.F.PHOSK FIXED. I WOULDN'T HAVE OXE."
"WHY NOT?" "YOU HAVE TO ASSOCIATE WITH ANYBODY."
BLANCHE'S LETTERS.
SOME NEW DEPARTURES.
Park Lane.
DEAREST DAPHNE, — An outstanding
feature of the season just ending has
certainly been the evolution of the
bazaar. A few weeks ago somebody
had the bright idea of selling badges to
protect people from being bothered by
sellers, but already that 's vieux jeu.
At the Who 's Who Fair (a prodigious
.success, my dear, which brought in an
enormous sum for a most deserving
charity — I forget what) we charged five
shillings admission, and we sold little
ducky silk flags, with " I don't want to
buy anything " on them, at a guinea
each. We didn't trouble to stock any
of the stalls. Fact is, we 've faced the
'truth that ces autres only come to
bazaars to look at us. The sensational
feature was that we stall-holders wore
as head-dresses our own family crests.
ll</,s)('£ that a lovely idea of your
Blanche's ! And the loveliest part of
it was to see the crests of people who
haven't any! My sweet thing, it was
absolutely ! The ihillyon-Boundermere
woman had got the Heralds' College to
find her some sort of animal, and she
had it on her head carried out in black
velvet and gold. " Whatever is it
meant for ? " I asked Norty in con-
fidence. " I should think it 'a a bounder
rampant," he said.
The outlying tribes came pouring
down from the height3 of North and
South London and simply swarmed
into the Fair. They all bought the
little " Don't- want-to-buy-anything "
flags, and then they moved upon the
stall- holders en masse. For another
guinea any stall-holder was ready to
explain her crest and give a few par-
ticulars of herself. For two guineas a
five-minutes' chat might be bought, in
which we might please ourselves as to
whether we answered questions truth-
fully or not ; but for five guineas we
pledged ourselves to stick to facts. It
was. gorgeous ! I heard someone who 'd
duly planked down the guineas asking
Mrs. Golding-Newman (the newest of
the new people — she got there by the
flukiest of flukes !) who she was and
what her crest meant. " I 'm Mrs.
Golding-Newman," she replied with a
good bit of pomp and circumstance;
" and my head-dress is the Golding-'
Newman crest — three goldfishes, tach-
ant de nager." Wasn't that dilly?
Whatever the woman supposed she was
saying, it was utterly descriptive of her
efforts to be in the swim. Popsy, Lady
Eamsgate, was in great form and very
chirpy, till her head-dress, the Bamsgate
crest, two arms counter-embowed, the
dexter band holding a knife and the
sinister a fork (the founder of their
family, you know, was Grand Carver to
HENRY VIII.), caught in the decora-
tions and got pulled off ; and, oh ! my
dearest and best, more than the head-
dress came off — and Popsy is doing a
rest cure! Before that catastrophe
happened she 'd been telling questioners,
in return for their guineas, that she
was thirty-five, that she 'd married the
late Lord R. when she was thirteen,
that she had an average of twenty
offers a week, but didn't mean to marry
again, that she loved dancing, and that
her favourite dance just now was the
Leapfrog Yalse.
A propos of Mrs. Golding-Newman,
the newest woman, there 's been a hard-
fought social race between her and
Mrs. Bullyon-Boundermere in London
this summer. If one forged ahead for
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[JULY 30, 1913.
a time, the other came again and stuck
to her gamely. When the Golding-
Newman woman had Trillini to sing at
one of her parties, the B.-B. hit back
l>y getting Tvvirlinski to do his cx/jiii/
dance, " The p.m. of a Satyr," at her
next affair. It was a regular ding-dong
race, and no one could spot the winner,
till Mrs. B.-B. came a most tremendous
cropper. // en etait ainsi. She gave
a big party, old Lady Needmore, as
usual, inviting the people and receiving
them, with the B.-B. in the offing.
The latter, not having much to do and
being obsessed with the notion of un-
invited guests (and really, my dear,
they 've put in some strong work this
season !), kept a sharp look-out for these.
At last she felt sure she 'd spotted one.
" I 'm certain," she remarked to Mr.
B.-B., " that common-
looking man in ill-fit-
ting evening clothes,
leaning by the door of
the music - room, is
one of those uninvited
creatures ! I '11 go and
speak to him." "Eight
you are, M'ria!" said
her better half. So she
sailed up to the man :
" I am the lady of the
house; may I ask your
name?" "My name's
Snaggers," answered
the man. " Just what
I should think it would
be!" said Mrs. B.-B.,
with cutting sarcasm.
i " No person of that
' name was invited, Mr.
Snaggers, so perhaps
you '11 withdraw before
I 'm simply furious, cherie, with these
Balkan people for going on fighting.
At that little dinner I gave for the
Delegates when they were over here,
I 'd such a lovely talk with them and
was sure 1 'd made a great impression.
" You simply must come to an agree-
ment," I said to them. " Why shouldn't
you? What docs it matter who the
places belong to ? It 's absurd ! War
is all very well at first ; it makes a little
change, and often gives us a new colour
or a fashion ; but it ought to stop quite,
quite soon, or it becomes a bore ; and you
may take it as a cert that the Great
Powers won't stand being bored ! "
And they were such darlings, and
seemed so pleased, and laughed so
much with me and with each other,
that I thought peace was assured. It 's
THE WATER BABY.
[' ' At to-day's meeting of the British Medical
Association at Brighton, Dr. Kennedy, of Bath,
said he once placed a child one year old iu the
sea, and it struck out and swam."]
MASTER Bunting, who, it will be re-
membered, has just attained his first
birthday, this morning began his
attempt to swim the Channel. He
arrived early on the pier in his mail-
cart, and remained in rather over-
animated conversation with his parents
for some minutes. An enquiry by our
representative as to the prospects of
the attempt elicited from the dis-
tinguished swimmer a hearty goo-goo.
Master Bunting entered the sea at
9.1 A.M. He seemed somewhat dis-
tressed on first contact with the water,
and kicked a good deal,
' 'E 'B A BIT BASHFUL AT FUST, JIlSTER, BUT *E SOON PALS UP W1V YKB.
I send for the police ! " The man
shrugged his shoulders, laughed and
went away. At the end of the
evening Mrs. B.-B. said reproachfully
to Lady Needmore, " What a pity the
guest I most wanted to see didn't come !
1 mean the big -game hunting earl
who 's had such thrilling adventures.
I saw his name in your list — Lord St.
Aldegonde." "Oh, Snaggers," old
Needmore corrected. "But, my dear
woman, he did come ! I saiv him. He
came rather late, after we 'd left off
receiving 'em, and went away quite
soon, I believe. Here, somebody ! Get
some brandy or something! Mrs.
Boundermere 's fainting." It was a
hard blow for her, as St. Aldegonde 's
been quite a celebrity since his return
from his last big - game expedition,
owing to his having shot an enormous
creature called a momrnaroo, that
everybody thought was extinct. But
I believe what she felt most cruelly
was that she didn't know St. Aldegonde
is pronounced " Snaggers " !
no use trying to do good in this wicked
world !
One of the new departures this
season lias been that several popular
people have turned themselves into
companies. The first to do it was
Bobby Brillmore, who makes things
go so splendidly at dinners and dances
and country houses. And so, as old
Lord Brokeystone's allowance to his
younger sons is immensely tiny, and as
Bobby found life a harder problem than
even the hardest thinker does, while at
the same time he was simply snowed
under with invitations, he thought he 'd
turn his popularity to account. And
now he's a company with offices in the
City and a trade motto that he cribbed
from Soap or Cocoa or something —
" Have him in your Houses " — and
anyone who wants him must take
shares. (Norty says the shares are
already quoted on 'Change !) Quite an
idea, isn't it? Perhaps I may follow
suit and become, Ever thine,
BLANCHE (Ltd.!)
1 but afterwards settled
down to a strong over-
arm stroke, which took
[ him through the sea at
i a good rate.
Master Bunting was
accompanied by a tur-
bine pram - boat con-
taining his nurse (who
> was seen to be reading
i Home Gloats as the
small vessel cast off), a
police officer (whose
, duty it will be to con-
' verse with Master Bun-
ting's attendant), a
! golliwog, a crib, a
i gallon of milk, and
! several tins of Kidling's
i Food.
At 10 Master Bun-
ting partook of a half-
bottle of milk. His stroke then
became stronger. At eleven o'clock,
to afford him a slight diversion, a rattle
was lowered into the water, and the
intrepid swimmer amused himself with
this for a few minutes before resuming
his powerful stroke.
Later. 12.15. — Master Bunting is
still going strong. A few minutes ago
he howled for a spoonful of Kidling's
Food. The nurse, assisted by the
police officer, administered the refresh-
ment, and Master Bunting then pro-
ceeded.
At two o'clock the golliwog entered
the sea and accompanied Master
Bunting in his progress over the next
half-mile.
Latest news : Calais, 5.13 A.M. —
Master Bunting arrived here at 5.101
this morning. He was met by members
of the Oui-Oui Swimming Club. He
appeared little the worse for his im-
mersion and, after dictating a shori
account of his early life to our repre :
sentative, he retired to his crib.
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THE SEARCH FOR OLYMPIC TALENT.
THE SgUIRE INSISTS UPON HIS CLAY BIRDS BEING THBOVVN BY HAND IN THE HOPE OF DISCOVERING A BOBN DISCUS-THBOWEB.
THE TEEASUEE-SEEKEES.
ACCORDING to the New York Corre-
spondent of The Daily Telegraph, Mr.
OsrAK HAMMEKSTEIN'S talent for find-
ing hidden musical treasure was recently
illustrated by the. discovery of a useful
tenor in a. rotund middle-aged plasterer
engaged on the building of the new
Opera House. Luiai GASPAEINI, for
that was his name, was dragged forth
from a pile of bricks to the fire-engine
station close by, where his trial per-
formances led to a provisional engage-
ment for the chorus.
Such episodes are interesting, but
they are of quite common occurrence on
both sides of the Atlantic. " Never the
lotus closes, never the wild fowl wake,"
but genius discovers itself to the eye
that is looking for it. Only last week
Signer POLACCO, the famous conductor,
was passing by a cab shelter in the
neighbourhood of Covent Garden when
IKS heard the strains of the Abendstc.ru
from Tannhauscr issuing from the
interior. Darting swiftly into the
shelter Signer POLACCO discovered that
tlioy .came fro.m the larynx of an elderly
attendant named Annibale Sparagrasso,
employed to peel potatoes for the cab-
miiu's midday meal. Sparagrasso was at
once haled off to Covent Garden, and in
two. days had signed a contract for five
years as understudy for the chorus in
a travelling company which is about
to start for a prolonged tour in Pata-
gonia, the Falkland Isles and possibly
Alaska.
A somewhat similar experience befell
Madame PAVLOVA last Friday. While
she was flying in a biplane over
St. Albans, the famous danseuse
noticed an elderly man dancing a horn-
j pipe in a backyard with extraordinary
' vigour and elan. Peremptorily ordering
her pilot to descend, she persuaded the
dancer, a retired petty officer named
Gregory Hitch, to return with ber in
the biplane to Hampstead. After two
lessons he was offered, and has accepted,
an engagement to appear in a nautical
ballet as a one-legged admiral with the
Bussian company which is shortly pro-
ceeding to Siberia. The only condition
which caused any difficulty was that
which imposed a change of name, but
his consent was speedily secured for the
adoption of the ingenious and euphoni-
ous alias of Gregor Hitchikoff.
Sir HERBERT BEERBOHM TBEE, while
spending a recent week-end in the New
Forest, was in the happy position of
being able to combine recreation with
benevolence. He was lunching at
Lyndhurst, when, from his private
banqueting-room, he heard a venerable
waiter named Ephraim Jubb reciting
passages from Hamlet with extra-
ordinary fervour and charm. As the
result of a brief but affecting inter-
view, Jubb consented to accompany
Sir HERBERT in his motor to town and
has since been given the rdle of hero
in a new drama, Bacon's Boyhood, by
Sir EDWIN DUBNING-LAWKENCE, Bart.,
which will be produced at a matinee at
His Majesty'sTheatrewith Sir HERBERT
BEERBOHM THEE as Queen Elizabeth,
and the author as Philip of Spain.
No wonder that Jubb's grandchildren
are now say.ing that he is a made man.
Taking Our Pleasures Sadly.
"ENJOY YOUR HOLIDAYS.
By reading
THE TERROR BY NIGHT."
Advt. in " Daily Express."
" Lady wanted, to undertake duties of
small house. Two in family, treated as one.
State age and salary.
Advt. in "Christian World."
One of the two (to the other) : " After you
with the egg."
From the ticket admitting to the
recent ceremony in tjie Henry VII.
Chapel : —
" GENTLEMEN — LEVEE DRESS
LADIES — MORNING DRESS
NOT TRANSFERABLE."
Most certainly not.
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[JULY 30, 1919.
MR. PUNCH'S SEASIDE PAGE.
WHERE TO GO.
IT has been well said by SHAKSPEAKE
or one of our poets that we are an island
race. At this time of the year, when so
many of us are leaving the towns for
the purer o/one of the country, the
words come homo to us with an added
significance. We are an island race;
and for that reason the thoughts of
every Englishman worthy the name
will turn lirst to the sea.
But what seaside resort shall he
choose for his holiday? That is the
difficulty. Fortunately the enterprise
of the Town Council of Congerville in
advertising in our columns enables us to
refer without prejudice to the charms
of this growing watering-place, and
thus perhaps to solve the doubt in the
minds of our readers. Congerville— or
" The Venice of the North," as it has
been aptly called by the Mayor, owing
no doubt to the fact that both towns
are on the sea — is, to our thinking, the
ideal spot for a holiday. Within such
easy distance of London that the visitor
who does not like the place can go back
again on the same afternoon (in the
opinion of many people its chiefest
charm), Congerville will be found to offer
unique attractions to the wearied town-
dweller ; and we are convinced that its
charms need only to be sufficiently
advertised to become known to all.
CON.GEEVILLE.
" THE VENICE OP THE NORTH."
UNRIVALLED ATTRACTIONS.
BAND. PIER. NIGGERS.
OWN SEA.
Week - End Ticket, including Hotel
Accommodation and Hire of Bathing
Suit, 12/9.
Come wlicre Hie wlielks are larger.
time swimming with the mouth open is
a habit to be condemned, particularly
off those coasts where small jelly-fish
(or Sea Tapioca) congregate.
V. Even if you cannot swim, you
can safely venture into deep water
with a pair of Phutman's well-known
" Eykanseeyou's." Swimming can, of
course, be taught quite easily on land,
but the positions which it is necessary
to assume are ungraceful, and if
practised in the dining-hall of your
iiotel will probably cause comment.
It is better to learn properly in the sea
with the help of Phutman's popular
invention.
I
How TO BATHE.
I. On no account bathe immediately
after a heavy meal. By a heavy meal is
meant one weighing five pounds or so.
II. At most seaside resorts University
costume is insisted on. Fortunately it
is not necessary to have taken a degree
in order to wear this.
III. It is bad form while waiting for
your turn outside an occupied bathing
machine to make sarcastic remarks to
the gentleman dressing inside. How-
ever long he has been, such observa-
tions as " Mend your braces afterwards,
ducky," are not in the best possible taste.
IV. Although in many places you will
find notices strictly forbidding you to
remove the foreshore, no objection will
be raised if you should chance to take
away some of the sea. At the same
" EYKANSEEYOU."
If you arc an inexpert swimmer wear
PHUTMAN'S INFLATABLE SOCKS.
THEY SUPPORT THE ANKLES.
Even if your head should chance to
be submerged
YOUR FEET
will still bo visible from shore, and
the Coastguards will put out and
rescue you.
" EYKANSEEYOU "
THE GREAT LIFE-SAVER.
"YOU CANNOT SINK!"
lAdrt.
FLORA AND FAUNA OF THE BEACH.
A walk along the beach at Conger-
ville or any of our Southern watering-
places will reveal many unexpected
treasures which the keen collector can
add to his bag. One of the most com-
mon, and yet least understood, objects
to be found upon the sea-shore is the
Single Boot. One would naturally
expect to find them nesting in couples,
but for some unexplained reason they
develop best alone,
A very common weed growing round
our shores and nourishing particularly
at this time of the year is Father. It
grows horizontally ; is anything from
five to six feet from head to toe ; and
wears a paper over its face to protect it
from the sun. So numerous is it that
in some parts of the coast great care
has to be taken not to step on it. A
really good specimen will sometime
rise in the centre to a height of two or
three feet, and thus afford ample shade
to the weary pedestrian.
On such obvious fauna as crabs and
starfishes it is not necessary to dilate at
any length ; the most inexperienced
traveller is sufficiently familiar with
them. It may not, however, be known
that by far the best method of catching
crabs is to tickle for them.
The process is as follows : the object
of capture having been marked down
in a likely pool, the hunter lies at ful
length upon the rocks and begins to
tickle the crab gently on the chest. II
s notorious that crabs resent tickling,
and in a moment the crustacean will
'asten his pincers on your finger. The
augh however is with you ; for, with-
drawing your finger from the pool, you
ind that you are taking the crab with
you ; and with the aid of a tin-opener
you can afterwards, at your leisure, re-
nove the captured beast and transfer
t to your killing bottle.
And finally, it has just been dis-
covered that starfish make excellent
and reliable compasses. Balanced care-
:ully upon the ferule of a walking-stick
;he intrepid animal will invariably turn
one of its feet to the north, the other ex-
tremities marking the remaining points
of the compass with equal accuracy.
BUMPO,
THE POCKET HAMMER.
Invaluable for Sea-Shore Naturalists.
BREAKS LIMPETS.
STUNS ANEMONES.
CRACKS SIIKIMPS.
Take your Bumpo with you when
bathing, in case a jelly-fish
attacks you.
BUMPO — THE ENEMY OP
WHITEBAIT.
\Ailrl.
BEACH ETIQUETTE.
Etiquette at the seaside is naturally
not so formal as it is in London, and
acquaintances may be made on the
pier or in the sea much more easily than
would be the case in Mayfair. For
instance, it is permissible when bathing
to introduce yourself to a stranger
swimming near, on what would seem
in London the comparatively slight
excuse that his bathing-costume had
the same coloured stripes as your own.
Again, a genial remark may always be
made to an old gentleman fishing off
the end of the pier — an enquiry, to give
an example, as to whether he had
caught anything or, failing that, hoped
to catch anything.
Dress again is less rigid in its cast-
iron convention than it would be in
Belgravia, and the ladies of your board-
ing establishment will probably find that
a dressy blouse will be all that is required
in the evening. (The word " all," of
course, is used in its comparative sense
only.)
Generally speaking, in short, life by
the sea will be found much more com-
panionable than life in London ; and
though seaside friendships do not
always turn out as desirable as they
seemed at first, it may well happen
that you may make a life-long friend of
the man whom you first made acquaint-
ance with as you tapped the sea-weed
barometer together in the hall of your
boarding-house. A. A. M.
JULY 30, 1913.]
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. HAPPINESS IS ALL THAT COUNTS.
(Gallant efforts of a determined family to win the holiday prize offered by a well-known photographic firm on
tlie above lines.)
ARRIVAL AT WINKLEBKACU*
FUN ON THE SVNDS.
A DAY'S BPOBT.
A GOOD TIME ON THE BMNY.
AMUSING DISCOVEBY OP THE TRACES OF BURGLARS
ON RETURN HOME.
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[JULY 30, 1913.
Small Boy. " MUMMY, 13 IT REALLY TBUE THAT THE DEVIL HAS HORNS AND A CLUB FOOT?"
The Mother. "Ant MY DEAB, SOMETIMES THE DEVIL APPEABS IN THE SHAPE or A VEBY HANDSOME AND CHARMING YOUNG MAN."
Small Hoy (pityingly). " OH, JVIUMMY ! YOU 'BE THINKING OP CUPID."
THE M/ENAD.
THEBE is a maiden fair as dawn
Who sometimes spies me from afar,
And chases me on furious feet
As down the long suburhan street
I gambol like NIJINSKY'S " Faun "
To catch the infernal car.
At day-break when the winds are fresh,
Or, more exactly, 9.15,
Not seldom shall you see this sight,
The nymph's pursuit, the poet's
flight,
As if he funked the rosy mesh
Of Cyprus' dove-drawn queen.
It causes quite a pleasant stir,
This hundred-yard Olympic burst ;
The newsboy whispers to his pal,
" How exquisitely Bacchanal ! "
The loafers lay short odds on her
To reach the tube-lift first.
So, ere the sordid years began,
Before aphasia took the Muse,
Athwart the uplands, thick with
pine,
His rout pursued the god of wine,
Or shepherdesses danced to Pan
(But not in grey suede shoes).
Breathless we run ; without a pause
We win the gates of Pluto's grot ;
She gives me neither look nor word,
The cage descends, we join the
herd,
Our ways are sundered now, because
I smoke and she does not.
But, though her frenzy seems to sink
Before she grabs her swain-elect,
Though never in her wild, wild
arms
She lures me captive to her charms
And bears me off (indeed, I think,
The lift-mfin would object) ;
Though unconcernedly she sets
Her hair in trim and pulls a cube
Of chocolate from her leather bag,
Sucks it, and opes her morning
rag,
And never for my fair face frets
Once we have reached the tube ;
I love to think her hot despatch,
The fury of her Bacchant speed,
Is due to love, and not to this,
That well she knows if she should
miss
The train I usually catch
She must be late indeed. EVOE.
THE BITING CEITIC.
[Experiments with music on animals have
revealed the fact that dogs will show a pre-
ference for, and a prejudice against, particular
composers.]
WITH BACH and BEETHOVEN we tried
him—
His tail wagged his wishes for more;
With WAGNER and SULLIVAN plied him
He barked for a double encore.
" Now -play him," I said, "ere I offer
a bid,
A passage o£ ragtime." The gentle-
man did.
As if to say, " Golly, what is it ? "
He pricked up his ears at the strain
Then growled his intention to visit
On someone his wrath and disdain ;
And when off the player he started to
sup
I purchased that highly desirable pup.
For under my window thrice weekly
Two picturesque aliens play ;
Scant notice they pay me when meekly
Eequested to wander away ;
But next time they come he will alter
all that,
This capable critic who lies on W:e mat
PUNCH. OB THE LONDON CIIARIVARI.^JuLY 30, 1913.
KISMET.
TURKEY (in Adrianoplc). " QUITE LIKE OLD TIMES, BEING BACK HERE."
DAME EUBOPA. " AH, BUT YOU 'LL BE KICKED OUT, YOU KNOW."
TURKEY. " WELL, THAT 'LL BE LIKE OLD TIMES, TOO."
JULY 30, 1913.]
PUNCH, OR THE LONDON CHARIVARI.
113
ESSENCE OF PARLIAMENT.
(EXTRACTED I HOM TIIK DlARY Of TOBY, M.P.)
House of Lords, Monday, July 21. —
If it were customary to decorate
Bishops " For Valour " surely
Victoria Cross would figure
on the meek bosom of the
Bishop of HKHKKOKD. Not
for the first time in recent
years has ho stood forward
to demand full consider-
ation of a measure obnox-
ious to majority of pears,
abhorred by brother pre-
lates. Always something
pathetic about aspect of one
crying in the wilderness.
Additional discomfort in
reflection that there are
ranged, at convenient strik-
ing distance, beasts of prey
ready to spring upon the
rasli if chivalrous soloist.
! promised him that "his reception
would not be at all respectful and quite
the reverse of gentle."
House delightedly recognised the
episcopal way of indicating a bonneting
the ' and a chucking-out.
A dexterous back-thrust at the whole-hogger by Lord SALISBURY.
House considering proposal for Sec-
ond Reading of Welsh Church Dis-
establishment Bill. SALISBURY moved
rejection in speech notable for dexterous
back-thrust administered to his old
adversary, the whole-hogger on Tariff
Reform. Supporters of Bill pleaded
that question had been before constitu-
encies at last General Election, and
that in framing the measure Ministers
were obeying popular mandate. " Not
at all," said SALISBURY. " If there had
been no proposal for taxes on food
before the electors in December, 1910,
every candid honest Liberal knows that
his party would not have won the day."
It was towards close of debate that
Bishop of PlEREFOHD rose from group
whose snow-white rochets cast upon
Benches below Gangway what HALS-
BURY, looking on, recognised as " a
sort of" halo. HEREFORD did not go
so far as to support Second Reading.
All he asked was that, granted a Second
Reading, the Bill should go into Com-
mittee with intent to have its
blemishes removed.
By striking coincidence it
happened that in the Commons,
within this very hour, TIM
HEALY and WILLIAM O'BRIEN
had been assaulting JOHN
REDMOND in connection with
BIERELL'S Bill designed to hurry
up Land Purchase in Ireland.
Their patriotic passion paled its
ineffectual fire by comparison
with the energy with which the
Bishop of WINCHESTER proceeded
to demolish his right reverend
brother. The least ill he wished
him was that he should face one
of the gatherings of churchmen
throughout the country who met
to discuss the Welsh Bill. He
Business done.- — Second Reading of
Welsh Church Disestablishment Bill
moved by BEAUCHAMP without wasting
time on a speech.
The Bishop of WINCHESTER.
Thursday. — Sad case this of Lord
KENSINGTON. Been abroad three years
serving his country ; comes home ;
looks in at House of Lords; finds
Messrs. HEALY and O'BniEJj attack Mr. JOHN REDMOSD.
Peers streaming into Division Lobby
to vote on Second Reading of Home
Rule Bill ; thinks he may as well take
a hand in the old game; only when
coming out, finding himself tapped on
shoulder by wand of "Teller" who was
counting the numbers, a
horrible thought chills bis
marrow. He hasn't taken
the oath in the new Parlia-
ment.
Accordingly has no busi-
ness to take part in Divi-
sion. Rather fancies that
Tower Hill, if not actually
the block, plays a part in
consequences. What 's to
bo done ?
Happily recalls lesson
gleaned from earlier episode
in Marconi Muddlement.
Agreed on all sides that, had
Ministers at outset volun-
teered full statement of
their private dealings in the matter, the
cloud would have blown over. Profit-
ing by this experience KENSINGTON
yesterday, as soon as LORD CHANCELLOR
took his seat on Woolsack, rose and
with proper penitentiary air made
clean breast of what CHEWE playfully
called " his crime."
To-day the Leaders of House and
Opposition, having been in consultation
overnight, delivered judgment. CHEWB,
admitting absence of deliberately evil
intention, suggested, amid murmur of
applause, that it would " probably be
the desire of the House not to proceed
further in the matter." LANBDOWNE
agreed, " if only," as he shrewdly put it,
"for the reason that practically co
other course is open to us."
Which shows that, after all, logic has
some influence upon Parliamentary
decisions.
What may be described by way of
distinction as the Singular Voter being
thus disposed of, House turned to con-
sider case of Plural Voter whom
Government propose to abolish.
Bill having that object in view
negatived by 166 votes against
42.
Business done. — Commons dis-
cussing vote for Board of Agri-
culture. The PRESIDENT, a
modest North-country man,
overwhelmed with congratula-
tions from both sides on his
successful administration of his
office. Amongst results of the
year has been extirpation of
Foot and Mouth Disease in
England and Ireland, a task
requiring tireless energy and
much courage in facing protests
of individuals and districts tem-
porarily affected.
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PUNCH, OR THE LONDON CHARIVARI.
[JULY 30. 1913.
House of Commons, Friday. — A busy
week. Seen introduction of new Irish
Land Bill, Lords meanwhile throwing
out Welsh Church Bill and one de-
priving Plural Voter of his ancient
privilege. Important questions, these.
But at close of week topic to the fore is
the revolutionary procedure in Scotch
Grand Committee. Engaged just now
in considering delicate question of
mental deficiency north of the Tweed.
Natural impulse on part of some
Members to place case on footing with
famous Chapter On Snakes In Iceland.
" There are none." Others, whilst not
disputing soundness of this view, think
it just as well to look through the
measure remitted to them by the
House.
Whilst thus engaged enter CHARLES
PRICE, Radical Member for East Edin-
burgh, with fragrant cigar be-
tween his teeth.
Members move uneasily in
their seats. Is this a case of
mental deficiency, or merely ab-
sence of mind in temporary
form ? CHAIRMAN'S attention
called to matter. He admits
that on two former occasions
Chairmen of Grand Committees
have ruled the cigar out of order.
Taking a middle course he would
ignore the indiscretion unless
anyone declared objection.
So far from taking that line,
Members with one accord pro-
duced their cigarette cases and
[it up.
With the bonds of Empire
about to be severed, with an
ancient Church tumbling about
our ears, with the Plural Voter doomed,
revolutionary procedure has under the
jresent Government become a daily
labit to which the mind insensibly
grows accustomed. But, really, auth-
>rised smoking in Committee Rooms
;omes as a shock. If upstairs why not
lownstairs ? If cigars, why not short
lay pipes ? If smoke, why not drink ?
For latter luxury there is historical
Drecedent. When CECIL RHODES was
mder examination by the Royal Com-
mission appointed to inquire into the
ark places whence the Jamieson Raid
emerged, he was accustomed, at ap-
proach of his usual luncheon hour, to
ssnd out for a dish-load of ham sand-
wiches and a tankard of stout. Of
these he proceeded to make leisurely
disposition under the eyes of hungry
Commissioners.
The MEMBER FOR SARK is reminded
how, whenever he, HARCOURT, LABBY
and others put a peculiarly ticklish
question, RHODES took an excep-
tionally large bite from the sandwich
in hand at the moment. There neces-
sarily followed interval for masticating got together at Frasorborough to vrai
the food preliminary to regained articu- j upon the FIRST LOUD OF THE ADMIRALTY
lation, a pause that, incidentally, gave
opportunity for framing suitable answer.
If CECIL RHODES thus publicly
lunched during process of critical
inquiry why should Members of Select
Committees be debarred from similar
privilege? A simple luncheon, with
and discuss with him the prospects o
adopting the use of cod-liver oil in the
Navy, will reach London on the firs
Friday in September. Names are
coming in very well, and it is con-
fidently expected that special railwa}
rates will be quoted. Curiously enou«'
•» IT -r-r-r .-j . . ." . O
a tankard or long tumbler according Mr. WINSTON CHUBCHILL will be pay-
to individual taste, a cigar or pipe to
follow, would do much to popularise
the daily meeting upstairs.
Business done. — Treasury Vote dealt
with in Committees of Supply.
SCOTLAND'S NEW SPORT.
, THE Scottish bailies, town councillors
and others who recently came up to
town in the form of a deputation to
constituents in
ing a visit to his
Dundee over that week-end.
The Deputation of Wee Free Elden
from InverstrathbittDck-on-Spey (to
call upon the SECRETARY FOB 'SCOT-
LAND upon business that has not yet
been divulged), and that of the in-
habitants of the island of Tiree (to wait
upon Mr. JOHN BURNS in connection
with their new town-planning scheme),
have apparently arranged to co-opsrate
not dlwnstafrs*
in order to secure a reserved
saloon by the East Coast route.
It is announced that they cor-
dially homologate each other's
opinions.
A curious position has arisen
in Paisley, where a large and
influential Deputation has been
made up, which is expected to
leave for the South in October.
Every detail is settled with the
exception of the object of the
visit and members are complain-
ing that it is well-nigh impossible
for them to complete the pre-
paration of their speeches until
this point has be3n decided.
The Autumn Announcements
of the North British Railway
upstairs in Comm.ttee-room. why Company will| we learn( conta;£
an entirely new feature which
interview the PREMIER on the question
of Woman's Suffrage have returned to
the North very well pleased, it would
seem, with their week-end in the Metro-
polis. The fact that Mr. ASQUITH, after
having three times definitely refused to
see them, was absent from his residence
when they called cannot be said to
have militated in any way against the
success of the visit, which has been so
great that it is generally understood
that the Scottish Deputation Season
has now begun.
The Deputation from the parish
councils of Strathbogie and district,
which will leave for London towards
the end of August to lay before the
CHANCELLOR OP THE EXCHEQUER its
views upon the introduction of a mini-
mum wage for agricultural labourers,
doss not seem to have been discouraged
by the information that Mr. LLOYD
GEORGE will be on the Continent at
the date of its arrival. An extended
week-end ticket has been arranged for.
^ The Deputation representing the
Fishing Industry, which is now being
is bound to prove popular. It is pro-
posed to issue "Deputation Tickets" on
certain dates in the course of the winter,
which — provided that a sufficient num-
ber of applications is received — will
carry with them the best of saloon
accommodation at a reduced rate.
The members of the original Woman's
Suffrage Party, who must be regarded
as the pioneers of the movement, have
been so much delighted with their first
experience that they are now arranging
to take this Deputation on tour.
Meanwhile, the enterprising London
photographer is quite awake to the
new possibilities that have been opened
up. (We do not, of course, mean the
Press photographer ; he has done very
well out of it, but, as far as he is con-
cerned, the boom is over.) One leading
firm in Regent Street has already dis-
patched a traveller to the North, offer-
ing special terms for groups to be taken
by appointment upon the door-steps of
Cabinet Ministers. As the vacation is
approaching in Downing Street, it is ex-
pected that no inconvenience will ensue.
JULY 30, 1913.]
PUNCH, OR THE LONDON CHARIVARI.
115
PREVENTION BETTER THAN CURE.
" HULLO, BETTY, WHAT ON EABTH ABE YOU AKD PERCY DENUDING THE PLACE FOB? DIDN'T KNOW YOU WEBB MOVING."
"\VE'BE NOT; BUT THE DARLING BOYS COME HOME PBOM SCHOOL THIS WEEK."
THE DESERTER
WHO REFUSES FOB THE 12TH.
How now, you faithless absentee,
Now that the magic Hour draws near,
You urge an unexpected plea
Of duller claims that interfere !
I thought no mortal since the Fall
Gifted with strength of will to raise
Ramparts of conscience at the call
Of grouse and grilse and holidays.
Review it all — the rush from town,
The station platform stretching far,
The crowds, the hurrying up and down
In quest of the Fort William car ;
And that first moment of delight
When the long 8.15 swings forth,
To thunder through the August night
And meet the daybreak in the North ;
Until — how great the prospect seems! —
The faithful George shall stand
revealed,
And mingle in your restless dreams
With early tea at Whistlefield.
Ten minutes more of tea and train
And hasty donning of attire,
And then — and then your feet attain
The wayside goal of your desire.
I picture you the morning grey,
With glint of sunshine now and then,
And wonderful with scents that stray
From the wet larchwoods in the glen.
What next ? a sleepy search fulfilled,
And baggage bundled out in tons,
A waiting motor slowly filled
With rods and cartridges and guns.
High on the pass the breeze is coo!,
And local memories return
Of salmon in the Clachan pool,
And grouse above the Laraig burn.
So be it : stoutly you resist ;
But wait until the Hour arrives,
The Hour of mountain, moor and mist,
And see if your resolve survives.
ONCE UPON A TIME.
NATURE.
ONCE upon a time there was a king
who failed to please his subjects and
was by consequence in instant peril.
Hurriedly collecting together such trea-
sures as they could, he and his young
queen crossed the frontier one night
with a few faithful retainers and
settled in an old secluded castle in a
friendly country.
On the first wet day the young queen
was missing. High and low the re-
tainers searched for her, and at last
she was discovered in the middle of
an open space in the forest, holding up
her face to the rain.
Horror-struck, they hurried to her
aid ; but she waved them back.
" Do let me stay a little longer," she
pleaded. " All my life I have longed to
feel the rain and I was never allowed
to. All my life there have been coaches
and umbrellas."
And again the queen held up her
face to the drops.
"Dancing Taught. — Step, Buck, Clog,
Schottische, Wooden Shoe, Kagtime, Fancy.
Three lessons 2/6. Stamp or call. 12 till 9.
Advt. in " Eitcore."
We hardly ever stamp, even when
we 've come for a dance lesson ; and
anyhow we don't keep on stamping
from 12 to 9. We just knock or ring,
and, if nobody answers, we go away
after the first hour or two.
"Looking from the rostrum one saw rows
and rows of happy, smiling faces alternating
with rows of huge white glistening mugs."
Manctester Guardian.
Why this distinction ?
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PUNCH, OR THK LONJ)ON CHARIVARI.
[JULY 30, 1913.
from it, and withdrew from the room
with the other revolver. In the heavy
rough-and-tumble which ensued when
opera ' the lamp had heen knocked over, the
instead"of an American melodrama, it! adoptive father does the villain to
death. Before going out to expire he
IF it
AT THE PLAY.
" THK BARRIER."
had heen an Italian
must have heen called " La Faneiulla
del North-West." But the resemblance
between the First Acts of Mr.HuBBABD'a
play and Signor PUCCINI'S music-drama
was inevitable, since the Drink-and-
General-Utility Store is the centre of
;ivcs his case away
in the -course of
a brief, but luminous, dialogue. The
impression left upon me by this hurried
exchange of conversation was to the
following effect : —
Real Father. You shot my wife!
Foster-Father. Liar. Yon shot her !
Heal Father. Liar. She shot herself
by accident !
social life in these pioneer com-
munities. The title of Mr. EEX
BEACH'S novel refers to the invidious
bar of birth which threatens to keep
two lovers apart. The Girl of thej Another Alaskan novelty was pre-
Golden N.W. is supposed to be a half-jsented in the casual procedure at,
breed. No one who cast even a cursory the meeting held for the promotion of
glance at the charming face of Necia the No-Creek Mining Company on the
(Miss MAY BLAYNEY) would have site of the claims — a wild scene in " The
suspected her for a moment of being Divide of Black Beer Creek." The
anything short of a whole-breed. As villain had been careful not to peg out
a matter of fact her
parentage was white on
both sides, though, in the
case of her father, it was
not the whiteness of driven
snow, for his heart was as
black as ink. All comes
well in the end, though I
should have liked to see
her marry the picturesque
trapper who never worried
about her birth, rather
than the U.S.A. Lieu-
tenant who took some
time to get over it.
It is, I believe, con-
trary to etiquette on the
stage to keep a secret from
the audience. Yet it was T
..,! -i.il • J.L Lieutenant Burrell
not till quite late m the Dan stark (in the cnair)
proceedings that we got
at the facts of the death of the girl's
THE HERO WINS
HANDS DOWN.
Mr. MALCOLM CHEERY.
Mr. HABCOUBT BEATTY.
mother ; and for a dark hour or so we
were allowed to harbour suspicion
about the career of her innocent foster-
father. He himself did not help
matters much by attempting a murder
before our eyes. Fortunately he missed
by six inches and eventually left the
boards without a stain on his character.
The facts came out in the course of
the best scuffle of the evening. The
situation was unusual and could only
have been possible in a tentative state
of society where Justice is compelled
from time to time to lift her bandage
and wink openly by the light of nature.
A deadly feud divided the girl's two
fathers — the real and the adoptive.
Each had a sorry record, true or false,
and the representative of law and order,
in the person of Lieutenant Burrell,
U.S.A. Cavalry, thought it most con-
venient to let them light it out for
themselves with one revolver between
them. So he deposited it on the table,
posted the adversaries at equal distances
a claim of his own, because he pro-
posed to usurp that of the girl on the
alleged ground of its illegality, and
nobody was allowed to hold more
than one. You would have thought
that, having meanwhile no part in the
property, he had no locus sedendi at the
meeting. Nevertheless, he went so far
as to take the chair and conduct the
business with a fine air of autocracy.
However, it is not for our sophisticated
intelligences to attempt to cope with
these savage anomalies; and, anyhow,
the matter was settled by arrangement,
the Lieutenant (as usual) suddenly cover-
ing the opposition with his revolver,
and making them hold up their hands.
Indeed the villain passed a good deal of
his time in this position, rather ludi-
crous when prolonged. But why, on
the present occasion, when he had a
revolver in one of his raised hands, he
didn't let it off in the face of his enemy
two feet away, I am unable to conjec-
ture. He was not troubled with
scruples ; nor had he previously shown
himself punctilious about shooting only
from the hip.
But, if there were things beyond my
Cisatlantic understanding, I under-
stood enough to see that, for what it
pretended to bo, the play was something
more than passable. You will have
gathered that it was not lacking in
incident ; and, though there wore
longueurs in the love-making, which
did not suit our hero, the Lieutenant,
nearly so well as the revolver business,
the interest was strong to the last.
And, apart from the behaviour of one of
the minor characters, the performance
of Mr. HUBBABD'H melodrama bore ex-
ceptionally few traces of the Surrey-
side tradition.
Miss MAY BLAYNEY was a piquante
heroine ; Mr. MALCOLM CHERRY a
workmanlike hero ; Mr. ROCK (the
foster-father) as sound as his name ;
and Mr. MATHESON LANG,
the French-Canadian trap-
per, extremely picturesque.
His broken English, with
a touch in it — so I thought
—of the negro quality,
was very effective ; and as
extra-hero, of the sacrificial
kind, he won great favour
with the audience. Of the
rest Mr. HUBERT WILLIS,
in the part of No-Creek
Lee, was very good.
Altogether, a clean piece
of work, full of movement,
and far better worth seeing
than a great deal of more
pretentious stuff; and if
only our holiday invaders
are well advised I don't
see what 's to stop the run
of it this side of October. 0. S.
"The Sovereign was standing under his
banner and the Great Master under his, both
of them now depending from the west wall
instead of, as formerly, from the corner, slant-
wise, above the Knights' banners and there-
fore hidden by them." — Tlie Times.
We had no idea that the proceedings
were as lively as this.
" Wilkie Bard tells a story of a husband
and wife who .were always quarrelling. A
friend called one evening and found them in
the middle of a row. After the storm had
subsided a little he ventured to remonstrate
with the husband."
Bradford Daily Telegraph.
And that is all ; but probably Mr.
BARD makes it seem funnier.
"There were only 15 scratchings recorded
for the seven faces on Saturday."
Brisbane Daily M ill.
This reminds us that the midge season
is upon us again.
JULY 30, 1913.]
PUNCH, OR THE LONDON CHARIVARI.
117
THE "MONKEY SEAT."
Daughter. "SAY, POPPA, \VHAT CUTE LITTLE THINGS THEY ABE!"
Poppa. "AND COST SOME I TAKES FIVE OB SIX THOUSAND DOLLABS TO HIRE A GOOD ONE BY THE SEASON, I GUESS."
Daughter. "WOULDN'T IT BE CHEAPEB TO BUY ONE AND KEEP IT YOURSELF?"
A FORECAST OF THE BRITISH ASS.
(With some slight assistance from " The
Westminster Gazette.")
THE subject of the Presidential ad-
dress, always canvassed with eager in-
terest in scientific and lay circles alike,
has of course bean long ago definitely
determined in its main outlines. Sir
OLIVER LODGE intends to take a survey
of the position of science generally.
Happily this scheme is sufficiently
elastic to allow of his dealing with a
number of topics which the academic
scientist would probably regard as taboo.
Amongst these, we understand, are the
Psychics of Golf, with especial reference
to the question whether it is legitimate
to hypnotise your opponent ; Recent
Cranial Modifications in the Midlands
pointing to the ultimate triumph of a
Type distinguished for its high dome-
shaped Forehead ; Interviews as an
engine for promoting University Exten-
sion ; the Poetry of the Aztecs ; the
Influence of Brown Boots on Telepathy,
and other cognate subjects. Thus
handled, the subject of his address is
obviously of sufficient breadth to afford
a thinker of Sir OLIVER'S notorious
versatility and range of outlook on life
and its problems effective scope for an
oration as stimulating and exhilarating
as any delivered from the Presidential
Chair.
This engaging and unconventional
quality will also be found illustrated in
the programme of the various sections.
Of course the essentially scientific
element predominates, but a certain
latitude is allowed in the choice of
subjects which is eminently calculated
to command the interest of even the
non-scientific mind.
Thus in the section dealing with
Economics and Statistics there will be a
remarkable debate on the cost of living.
Sir HENRY HOWORTH will handle the
question of Prehistoric Working-men's
Budgets, Lord COURTNEY OF PENWITH
will discuss the Finance of League
Football Clubs, and Sir W. ROBERT-
SON NICOLL will read a paper on the
Kentish Coal Fields and their influence
on Nonconformist Journalism.
In the Transport section such
authorities as Mr. ROGER FRY, Mr.
LAURENCE BINYON, Mr. MAURICE HEW-
LETT and Mr. EDMUND GOSSE will
take part in a discussion on " Canals
and their effect on the language of
those who use them," at which a
number of bargees are expected to be
present. In the Anthropological section
Sir ALFRED MONO will deal in his Pre-
sidential Address with the Misuse of
Prehistoric Oil-wells for bathing by the
Troglodytes of the Caucasus, and Mr.
JOHN MASEFIELD will read a paper on
the Etiquette of Cannibalism. The
Physiologists will have before them
such subjects as " The Cause of chronic
Hiccups among Caddies," a " Study
of Oysters in Times of War," and a
" Theory of the Behaviour of Guinea-
pigs."
In the Education section a variety of
intensely interesting subjects are down
for discussion. Amongst these we may
note "Champagne and Cigarettes in
the Holidays," " Should Preparatory
Schoolmasters be on the Telephone?"
"A Plea for Administering Corporal
Punishment to Parents," and " Ought
Lef t-handedBatting to be Encouraged ?"
In short, the programme, whether
we consider its latitude or its longi-
tude, bids fair to be as nutritive as
any included in the records of British
Asininity.
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PUNCH, OR THE LONDON CHARIVARI.
[JULY 30, 1913.
THE GARDEN PARTY.
•• FBANCESCA," I said, " I am intoxicated by the beauty of
this day. Let us do something dashing."
•• What particular dash do you feel like ? " said Francesca
" I think I 've got the pic-nic feeling," I said. es, 1
feel like a pic-nic."
•• What a pity you didn't feel like that yesterday when
we ail wanted you to come."
- No matter," I said, " I feel like it to-day. I will carry
the table-cloth."
" We shan't want a table-cloth."
"Is that wise, Francesca? A table-cloth gives an air
of aristocratic ease to the humblest feast. You shake your
head? Very well, then, no table-cloth. But I will watch
you cutting the bread-and-butter and making the tea. The
children shall carry the cake and the jam. I will choose
a spot for the feast. We will go there in a boat, and, if you
like, you shall do the sculling while I steer and the children
all let their hands trail in the water. Yes, Francesca, I feel
more like a pic-nic every minute."
" I 'm sorry for that," she said.
" Sorry, Francesca ! Why are you sorry ? When I refuse
in consequence of overwhelming work —
" Overwhelming sofa-cushions," said Francesca.
" I repeat : when I refuse, owing to the pressure on my
time, to join a pic-nic you are— I will not say angry, for
you are never angry, are you, dear ? — but you are certainly
displeased. And now, when I propose a pic-nic, and when
I expect you to dance for joy, you say you are sorry.
Varium et mutabile semper."
"It is useless," she said, "to fling a stupid old Latin
insult at me."
" Let me," I said, " call the children and tell them about
the pie-nic. They, at least, will be delighted."
" That, too, would be useless."
" But why, Francesca ? " I said. " I 'm quite determined
to have a pic-nic."
"And that," she said, "is more useless than any thing else."
" I knew it would be," I said. " I have only to express
a wish "
" And it is always gratified. But not to-day."
" And pray, why ? "
" Because of the Garden Party."
" The Garden what ? " I said frantically.
" The Garden Party," she repeated calmly.
" Gracious Heavens ! " I said. " You don't mean to tell
me you are going to a Garden Party ? "
" I do. I am. And what is more, you are coming with
me."
" We will see about that," I said gloomily. " But first
let me tell you that Garden Parties don't exist. They are
Victorian. They are like Penny Headings and Literary
Institutes and — er — umbrella covers. Yes, they are exactly
like umbrella covers. Don't you remember umbrella covers,
Francesca ? Some were of plain silk, others were very black
and beautiful and glistened wonderfully. Everybody had
them and nobody used them. We took them off and threw
them away and forgot them. Francesca, there must be
millions of unused umbrella covers in England. Let us
start a company for the recovery of umbrella covers, but,
as we value our peace of mind, do not let us go to a Garden
Party."
" But," said Francesca, " it 's such a beautiful day."
" It isn't really, you know," I urged. " It 's only
pretending. There 's quite a nasty little cloud over there,
and it 's growing. You mark my words, it 11 rain in
buckets in another hour or so ; and how will your Garden
Party get on then ? There, I felt a drop on my nose."
" But that '11 stop the pic-nic, too, won't it ? "
"How foolish of you, Francesca! It never troubles to
rain on a quiet family pic-nic, but a great showy Garden
Party brings out all nature's worst qualities."
" Well, I can't help it. You 've got to come."
" No, uo," I said warmly, " you mustn't take me. I don't
know how to dress for a Garden Party. When you see me
in a black frock coat and brown boots and a straw hat you
will be ashamed of me and you will wish you hadn't
brought me ; but it will then be too late. It will get into
the local paper. The Daily Mail will have a paragraph
about it : — ' Strange conduct of an alleged gentleman at a
Garden Party.' You mustn't take me, Francesca."
" But how can I help it ? "
" How can you help it ! There are a thousand ways.
You can leave me ; you can forget me ; you can suddenly
begin to dislike me ; you can go alone ; you can lock me
into the library : you can fail to find mo when the moment
comes ; you can —
"You needn't go on," she said. "It 's not a bit of good."
"Indomitable and relentless woman," I said, " tell me at
least where this Garden Party is to be, and who is giving it."
She laughed. " You 're giving it," she said. " It 's going
to he here. Hurry up and get into your frock coat. They'll
all be arriving directly." R. C. L.
THE GLAD GOOD-BYE.
[According to the New York correspondent of The Daily Telegraph,
recent practical tests prove that the substitution of ragtime melodies
for the lugubrious farewell music usually played 011 a big liner's
departure does away with the mournful scenes attending such
functions and puts everybody in the best of spirits.]
WHEN I broke the news to Mabel that a most insistent cable
Had demanded my departure to a land across the sea,
She occasioned some dissension by announcing her intention
Of delaying her farewell until the vessel left the quay.
I displayed a frigid shoulder to her scheme, and frankly told
her
That no public show of sentiment my tender heart should
sear,
For I knew the tears would blind me when "The Girl I Left
Behind Me"
And the strains of " Auld Lang Syne " reverberated in
my ear.
But I 've recently relented and quite willingly consented
To be sped upon my journey by the mistress of my soul;
I shall banish sorrow's canker ere the sailors weigh the
anchor,
And present a smiling visage when the ship begins to roll.
There '11 be no one feeling chippy when the band plays
" Mississippi "
(Such a melody would even lend a fillip to a wreck) ;
I shall laugh and warble freely when they start "The
Robert E. Lee,"
And my cup will be complete when " Snooky-Ookums"
sweeps the deck.
Tears of joy there '11 be for shedding when " The Darkie's
Ragtime Wedding "
Sends a syncopated spasm through the passengers and
crew;
And, when warning tocsins clang go, down the gangway
Mab will tango,
While I bunny - hug the steward to the tune of
" Hitchy-Koo."
JULY 30, 1913.]
PUNCH, OR THE LONDON CHARIVARI.
119
NEAR THING.
Disappointed Trundlcr. "NEARLY 'AD 'E, JABGE."
Disappointed Batsman. "An, AN' NEARLY 'IT 'E!"
OUR BOOKING-OFFICE.
(By Mr. Punch's Staff of Learned Clerks.)
Graccchurch (LONGMANS) is one of those books that to
some readers may perhaps seem lacking in "sustained
interest," but to others, of whom I myself am certainly one,
will have all the charm of true and remembered childhood.
It is the record of his own childhood's surroundings that
Mr. JOHN AYSCOUGH tells in these short and simple annals
of a mid-Victorian country town. Exactly how far things
happened just so, and how far the art of the grown-up
novelist has improved upon the memory of the small boy,
it is not for me to say. Perhaps even Mr. AYSCOUGH
himself is not altogether sure on this point — at least, so I
gathered from his entirely charming dedication, which, as
a model of such things, should not be passed unread.
Of the sketches or studies or stories (it is a little difficult
to find the right word for them) that the book introduces,
I liked best the group that centres in the Thorn family.
Especially do I recall the grim little picture that ends the
first of these, called " Sal Fish," which tells how Fernando
Thorn ruined the hopes of his sister Kezia (who doted on
him, and expected the handsome lad to marry a friend of
her own) by wedding a girl who cried fish in the streets of
Gracechurch. The sudden shock destroyed Kezia' s mental
balance ; and we see her later, as the boy AYSCOUGH saw
her, a middle-aged, over-dressed woman, " as mad as a
March hare," sailing in to call on the triumphant sister-in-
law, " who presently would turn to look at her, without
interrupting her knitting, but with a full turn of her body
in her chair, as she would say, 'Fidgety to-day ! Full moon,
maybe." And Kezia would collapse." Without doubt the
little AYSCOUGH had an eye for the dramatic.
Collision (DUCKWORTH) is Miss BRIDGET MACLAGAN'S
second novel, and I wish that it had more of the simple
directness of her first. I am really confused as to what
happened between Gopi Chand, Maggie, Mr. Trotter and all
her other queer people who explored India together. Miss
MACLAGAN is very clever; she knows how to give you a
character's physical peculiarities with a mere twist of the
pen ; but this makes the clouded confusion of the incidents
all the more to be regretted. I have, for instance, a very
clear idea of that powerful little monster, Mr. Benjamin
Trotter, and I feel that he should do most interesting things.
It is possible that he does ; but the author knows more
about that than I do. In Maggie, again, I hoped that here
at last oue would enjoy a human and glowing portrait of a
Suffragette, someone who was both real and interesting.
But no, the incidents in which she shared are veiled and
hidden.
It is, I believe, " atmosphere " that has made Miss MAC-
LAGAN so elusive. Atmosphere at any price always leads
to confusion in an Indian novel, because it is so strong and
highly coloured that it swallows up the characters in those
clouds of yellow dust of which we hear so much. In her
next book, when one of her characters inquires, "What 's the
matter?" (they do so continually in Collision), she must
answer the question so that the reader can comfortably
settle down in his chair and know where he is. Miss
MACLAGAN is too clever a writer for hide-and-seek to be
worth her while.
.PUNCH, OR THE LONDON CHARIVARI.
[JULY 30, 1913.
if Mr. BROCK had not
Jf<ipp>/-Go-LiicJ:y (BLACKWOOD) is well-named, for Mr.
IAN II AY has never drawn a more irresponsible, irrepressible
hero than The Freak. 1 had indeed begun to endure this
youth very gladly, when (opposite page 106) I saw an
illustration of him by Mr. C. E. BUOCK, and my feelings
received a rude buffet. Until that moment it had not
occurred to me that The Freak could also be a nut, and the
difference between Mr. BROCK'S conception of him and
mine disturbed me not a littlo. Once over that difficulty,
however, I derived much amusement from a book which is
full of high spirits and high jinks. Mr. HAY rnusb have
been in a holiday mood when he wrote Happy -Go-Lu-cky,
and seaside librarians will be tired of its name before the
summer is ended. The characters — save The Freak him-
self and Mr. Welwyn — are conventional enough, and so is
the theme of a rich and only son falling in love with a
dressmaker ; but the treatment is Mr. HAY'S, which is as
much as to .say that it is slightly sentimental and very-
diverting. I must add that,
challenged my idea off
The Freak, I should'
have given undiluted
praise to his illustrations.
With that jolly assur-
ance which the modern
publisher affects, Messrs.
CONSTABLE have an-
nounced in divers places
that V. V.'s Eyes, by
HENRY SYDNOR HARBI-
SON, is an advance upon |
his quite admirable
Qmed. Well, I wonder !
It is widely different,1
anyway, oddly different.
Not so arresting or so j
touched with that bizarre '.
delightful humour. More '
possible, surely, and more '
real, and certainly exhi-
biting the same patient
skill in developing
character through inci-
dents selected and ar-
ranged with seeming art-
Guard (addressing passengers). " THIS PLACE SEEMS TO HAVE GONE. WHAT
DO YOU ALL SAY IF WE SHUNT BACK AND IKY LITTLE SPLASHINGTON ? IT WAS
STILL THESE WHEN WE PASSED."
[Some parts of the East Coast have been rapidly disappearing.]
V. V. in fact is a character which any writer might be proud
to father ; and to have carefully cut out the sentimentality
which might have spoiled it is a considerable feat of re-
ticence. Perhaps, after all, the publishers were justified.
The Garden of Ignorance (JENKINS) has this quality to
distinguish it from most other books on the same topic,
that it really does deal with the gardening troubles of an
ignoramus, and trace his gi'adual progress (or, in this case,
hers) to tire rewards of knowledge. Mrs. GEORGE CUAN
is the gardener ; and, whether or not her story is wholly
a true one, and she did or did not in fact bring to her
garden so entire a lack of experience in the first place, she
certainly tells the tale of her education and ultimate
triumphs in a way that is both entertaining and helpful.
I liked especially the passage in which she relates how,
from the chance phrase, of a guest, " What a paradise this
will be after you 've worked at it two or three years,"
there was born in her mind the idea that l: a garden was
a canvas on which to
paint a picture in flowers
and trees and winding
paths." There is no
question that Mrs. GRAN
thoroughly enjoyed the
process ; and the results
achieved appear — judg-
ing them by a number
of excellent photographs
scattered throughout the
volume — to have more
than repaid her efforts.
Thousands of garden-
lovers will rejoict in this
homely and practical
book, which is further
enriched by a useful
appendix on the various
flowers mentioned in its
course, with hints upon
their treatment. I have
already praised the
photographs ; to one of
them, however, the front-
ispiece (showing a sun-
bath), I must take
lessness. V. V. is a slum doctor, who forgets to send in his (exception. Here the Pagan effect apparently aimed at
accounts; lame and a helper oflameness in others; a believer seems — in contrast to the costume of the subject— not
in folk, a cheery despiserof money, with eyes that are extra-
ordinarily (if unconsciously) appealing, questioning, restrain-
ing, compelling. Gaily Heth, the beautiful daughter of a lesser
business magnate— someone called thelleths "improbable"
people—is intent on a successful marriage, with all the
insincerity and heartlessness that go to make for victory in
that ruthless quest. V. V.'s path crosses hers, menacingly
as she thinks at first (for V. V. has attacked the conditions
of labour at the Heth cheroot works), and he sows in her the
seeds of a divine discontent which bear fruit in a changed
outlook, so that her big fish, Hugo Canning, a sort of Trans-
atlantic Sir Willoughby Pattern*, is put back amazed into
the troubled pool. I don't know if I quite believed in
V. V.'s eyes — after all, the reader doesn't see them — but
I can answer for his charm and courage and the inspiriting
quality of his fine philosophy of life. "There are useful
people . . . and useless people ; good people and bad people.
But when we speak of poor people and rich people we only
make divisions where our Maker never saw any, and raise
barriers on the common which must some day come down."
Of course this can be challenged, but it is a piece of thinking.
wholly to have come oft; and the only result is one of
futile impropriety wholly out of keeping with a delightful
volume.
Gleanings from History.
From an examination paper : — -
"Domesday Book was published by Edward III. After it wa.-.
published about four times it was called the Common Prayer Book."
" In 1666 there was a very great fire in London, which was caused
by Suffragest."
" 'There was a case of mental deficiency which was hopeless up^.
to eight years of age, and now the man occupies a post in the Civil
Service,' said Mr. Watt, M.P., yesterday at the Select Committee
on the Mental Deficiency (Scotland) Bill."— The Daily Mail.
What was there, we wonder, about this particular case
which called for notice?
M. CHALIAPIN, the Eussian singer who has been having
such a success at Drury Lane, has told an interviewer that
his father was a peasant. This explains his talent. He
comes of moujikal stock.
AUGUST 6. 1913.] PUNCH, OR THE LONDON CHARIVAFJ. 121
CHARIVARIA.
IT is difficult to ascertain the exact
truth in regard to the alleged outrages
in the Balkans, but it is certainly
A Gorman gentleman who was trans-
lating an English novel into his native
language was puzzled for a time as to
how to render " billycock hat." He
decided ultimately in favour of " Wil-
in the first degree" and "Murder in
the second degree."
* *
•
At Ebbw Vale a thousand colliers
went on strike owing to a dispute with
commit more atrocities than the
Christian Crusader if the face of the
latter is to be saved.
' *
The Light Side of the Suffragist Move-
ment. " Hannah Booth was arrested
his! night for smashing two windows at
I, Smith Square, Westminster, in the
belief that it was the residence of Mr.
McIvKNNA, who lives next door."
It is said that as a
recent stampede at
Aldershot of the horses
of the Queen's Bays, the
War Office is pointing
out to the Territorial
Cavalry how dangerous
it is to have mounts.
Wo hear that on the
occasion of the Eoyal
Visit to Aldwych the
loud cheering and cries
of " Coo-ee " caused the
greatest alarm among
the wild life in the
neighbouring Forest of
Aldwych, and repre-
sentations are to be
made by the Society for
the Prevention of
Cruelty to Animals to
those responsible for
the arrangements.
* :|:
Colonel CROMPTON,
Engineer to the Eoad
Board, considers that
pedestrians need speed-
ing up, and there is a good deal in what
he says, especially as to tha average
Englishman thinking that he has a
right to do exactly what he likes on the
road. We have actually seen workmen
on more than one occasion coolly dig
themselves a hole in a busy thoroughfare
and then pic-nic there.
The Daily Mail, the other day,
published a photograph of Sergeant
OMMUNDSEN'S eyes. This is a new
departure, and soon, no doubt, we shall
have pictures of the tongue of a great
speaker, the ears of a distinguished
musical critic, and the nose of a prom-
inent sanitary inspector.
* *
•j,
In the opinion of Sir JAMES LINTON,
the well-known painter, the bowler hat
5 artistic. It now remains for the
Cubists to point out that the high hat
is high art.
VOL. CXL7.
But
"NOVELTY OF THE WKKK.
THE UUN-ABOUT BUFFKT."
Daily Mail.
a well-known toper informs us
that this is no novelty. He has fre-
quently seen buffets in motion.
" Alcohol will be the fuel of the
future, and the sooner we start to
utilise it the better," says Professor
result of the LEWES. In order to avoid disappoint-
Sergeatit. "WHAT THE
YOUIl BIDING BUSINESS?"
Territorial Trooper. "PLEASE,
SQUADRON'S HORSE YET!"
OUR HORSELESS RIDERS.
-I War THE ABES'T
Sin, "DoLpHua AIN'T FINISHED WITH OUB
ment in drinking circles, we think
it well to point out that the Professor
was referring to motors and not to
human machines.
* *
To a weekly causcric which he is
contributing to a contemporary Mr.
ARNOLD WHITE gives the title, " Look-
ing Bound." It is astonishing that
this title should never have been used
by Mr. G. K. CHESTERTON, for very few
people look as round as he.
* *
It is good to know that the wearing
of the slit skirt will never become uni-
versal. A lady who had a wooden leg
was heard to say the other day that
nothing would induce her to assume
this disgusting garb.
" Prisons," says Prince KBOPOTKIN,
" are the universities of crime." Hence,
we suppose, the expressions, " Murder
a
funeral. It does seem too bad to inter-
fere with the simple pleasures of these
poor miners.
*
" Why is it that there are so many
bald men and so few bald women ? "
asked Dr. BABENDT at the British
Medical Conference. The answer, we
suppose, is because women consider
baldness does not suit them.
* *
A catch of herrings valued at £30 was
destroyed last week at
Ardglass, Co. Down,
because the inhabitants
thought they had been
caught on Sunday. It
is not generally known
how much the fish
enjoy their Sundays off.
It is said that, to show
their gratitude for the
Sabbath respite, in-
creasing numbers get
caught on Mondays.
?,<- *^!i:
A hoopoe, a bird with
a crown of feathers,
rarely seen in Great
Britain, flew in at the
open window of the
Manor House, Heston,
Middlesex, one day last
week, and was captured
by Mr. P. H. BKOWNE,
who set it free after
examination. We are
afraid that Mr. BROWNE
is not a genuine
sportsman or he would
surely have shot his visitor.
*.. *
According to The Express, many
English ladies are taking to a new
Parisian method of keeping the figure
slim and the limbs supple. A news-
paper is torn up and the pieces are
scattered on the grass, and the devotee,
clad in a Japanese kimono, crawls
along and picks them up one by ona.
If there were anything in the theory
one would expect to find our profes-
sional street scavengers an exceptionally
slim and supple race. But then, of
course, they don't wear kimonos ; not,
at any rate, in the open.
YOU ATTENDING TO
* *
Another paper informs us that many
fashionable women are now suspending
their beltlesu skirts by means of braces.
Frankly, we grow nervous. This looks
remarkably like the first step towards
appropriating our trousers.
122
PUNCH, OR THE LONDON CHARIVARI.
19] 3.
THE HOMBURG CURE.
As one that has high work to do—
To win a rowing pot or two,
To box till all is black and blue,
Or run a league against the ticker-
Will wean his llesh, by force of mind,
From pleasures of a carnal kind
Likely to spoil his second wind,
As pastry, jam and liquor; —
Or as a man about to sail
Beyond the missionary's pale,
Where insalubrious airs prevail
That turn the health and temper rocky,
Will take some prophylactic pains
To cope with tropic heats and rains
By introducing in his veins
A stream of streptococci ; —
Not otherwise, my James, you go
Where Homburg's healing waters flow,
And doctors keep your diet low ;
With .regimens of awful rigour;
Bravely resigned to kiss the scourge
Laid on your 'grosser self, and purge
. Your inward parts, and so emerge
\ A masterpiece of vigour.
Deadly the strain that you "11 endure
Of what is loosely termed a " cure " —
That process which renews the pure
'And perfect type of lissome beauty ;
Yet what, a purpose!— to repair
The tummy's annual wear and tear
And fit yourself once more to dare
.The. coming season's duty.
A noble sacrifice, I say,
And must, for one, admire the way
We English spend our holiday
; Practising deeds of self-denial ;
. I recognise the "patriot's- part
t^' And cry from out an envious heart,
.''Fair vyipds attend" yrju as you start'
... 'To face this searching trial !"
And, when- in Town you take your meed,
I'll mark the vie de..luxe you lead,
Performing miracles of greed
With scarce a single pause for panting,
And think of how your strength was won
Where Homburg's .loathed waters run,
And say, " Such feats are never done
. . Except by prayer and banting." O. S.
PERILS OF THE DEEP.
I HAVE made my will and arranged that Aunt Mary shall
become guardian of my white mouse " Robert " in the event
of my not returning, for I am embarking on a hazardous
voyage. There are so many dangers which may prevent
my return. I have worked it out and find that my chance
is about 1'563 in a thousand of ever seeing home and
friends again.
The Company has very kindly sent me a list of the chances
to be faced ; and I am determined to fare boldly forth to meet
them all. The Company does not hold itself responsible for
loss of, or injury to, passengers from any of the following!
causes (1 quote from the conditions under which I sail) : —
" The Act of God, the King's enemies, pirates, restraint of :
Princes . . . barratry, collision . . . damage by vermin
. . . perils of the seas and rivers . . . defective stowage
. . . smell, insufficient ventilation . . . neglect of tiie
Company's officers, deluge and deviation."
These are but a part of the many nicely-varied ways in
which 1 may end my short, but so far pleasant, life.
You, out of the kindness of your heart, will say, "Bold'
adventurer. This is the stuff oif which heroes are made. Is
it an air-ship venture, or docs he voyage to Pernambuco
or Singapore?"
Nay, friend, my ticket is taken to Dublin by one of the;
lesser known routes. Where I shall arrive is evidently
quite another question (see "Deviation"). Very possibly
our gallant skipper, glancing at my ticket, will say, " No,
no, my lad, not Dublin. This voyage my health requires!
a week-end in Japan." Or the steward will have a brol In r
prospecting in Peru, and we shall simply deviate to see how ;
the world goes with him.
At any rate, you will agree that it is at best a hazardous;
adventuie, though, judging by the first danger on the list,!
I gather that my captain is a man of religion.
"Pirates," of course, in these days one is always prepared
for. But "Princes"? I always have said that a Prince
is a nasty risky sort of thing to meet at any time.!
"Barratry" I pass because I don't know what it means;
but how well it would sound on a tombstone !
Glancing on a little, we come to the dread words,
"damage by vermin." Cockroaches, it seems, may be:
encountered. Very possibly passengers are carried simply;
to feed the brutes, and thus leave the captain and crew free ;
to discharge their duties unmolested.
"Dangers of seas and rivers"? I wonder if .last voyage
the captain took her up to Henley and Avas run' down by
a canoe.
"Defective stoicage." It looks as if my sleeping-com-
partment might be congested. I may find myself with the
live-stock (is it towards Ireland or away that pigs mostly i
travel?), or with the frozen mutton which comes from j
New Zealand. The latter .association might be very
tolerable in sultry weather. The idea of a little frozen
leg of mutton lying in a corner of my cabin, clad chastely j
in white muslin, has often appealed to me-.-
"Neglect of the Company's officers." Evidently I must1
not count on my evening game of chess with the Bosun. !
It will be a hard life indesd if no one is told off to
amuse me.
And "Deluge." This is annoying. Surely steamers
should tow an Ark on every voyage. Though in these
degenerate days wo have no navigators to compare with
the devoted and adventurous NOAH, the sight of a comfort-
able, roomy Ark bobbing on the waves astern would give
timid travellers a feeling of great security.
Altogether, the prospect is Very sinister. • Yet- 1 am an
Englishman. I come of a race of heroic and fearless tars.
With this thought to uphold me I take my life in my
hand and fare forth to encounter the perils of the Anglo-
Irish passage.
A Song of Ninepence.
Sing a song of Ninepence, such a little sum,
Yet it means a whole day's outing from the slum ;
Send it, then (and kind hearts should be gladly dunned)
To 23, St. Bride Street, Fresh Air Fund.*
* Since its establishment, twenty-one years ago, the Fresh Air
Fund has given a day's holiday to over 3,000,000 poor children, and a
fortnight's holiday, where the need was greater, to 21,000.
PUNCH, OR THE LONDON CHARIVARI.— AUGUST C, 1913.
KLEPTOROUMANIA ;
OR, THE PINCH OF CHIVALRY.
ROUMANIA. "SIRS, I WILL NOT STAND IDLY BY AND SEE THIS HELPLESS GENTLE-
MAN EXTINGUISHED."
AUGUST 6, 1913.]
PUNCH, OR THE LONDON CHARIVARI.
125
STAMPING OUT REVOLT IN UPPER TOOTING.
Mother (to daughter with yearnings for the higlier life). " USE WHAT AEGUMKNTS YOB LIKE, CHILD ; NO IAKGO-TEAS SHALL BB
GIVEN IK THIS UBAWING-ROOM."
THE WITS.
IF you want to know how to get a
good joke out of every one I can tell
you. I ought to add that it is the same
joke, but since each probably thinks it
original all is well.
I discovered it in this way. The
week-end well ran dry and water
had to be imported. Neighbours being
rather distant, and milk coming in every
morning by cart, I approached the
farmer who supplies the milk and asked
him to let us have water as well ; and
he said that if he could find a suitable
receptacle he would.
The next morning the water arrived
right enough, but (in the interests of
the gaiety of the nation, as you will
see) in a can precisely similar to those
which hold milk and are tumbled about
on railway platforms.
The can stood j ust outside the door and
we dipped into it as water was needed.
So much for the premises. Now for
the joke.
Our first visitor had a good look at
the can and then asked if I had become
a dairy-farmer.
I explained the situation.
" Well," he said, " it 'a the first time
I 've ever known the water get into an
independent tin."
The next visitor also pulled up at the
can and became inquisitive.
" Oh, it 's all right," I said. " It 's
only water. You see, we have to get it
in owing to the well having gone
dry."
He looked enormously droll and sly
as he replied, " How refreshing to see
it for once in a can all to itself 1 "
The next visitor was a lady, who put
the case rather differently, but with-
out loss of point. .
" Delightful," she said. " Do you
know it 's the first time in all my
experience as a housekeeper that the
two fluids have not been together?"
All our friends were so immensely
pleased with their efforts, and laughed
so heartily, that I thought it was time
I got a little credit for myself, especially
as the burden of tipping Aquarius fell
on me.
So before the next visitor could score
I said, " Do you see that milk - can
there? What do you think is in it ? "
" Milk," was his instant answer.
" No," I said ; " water."
" Ah 1 " he replied, before I could get
on. "Tell me where you buy your
separator. It 's the one thing we 've
always wanted."
The final joke was made yesterday. A
professional humorist turned up, and he
too inquired the meaning of the can.
" Well," he said, on hearing it, " that 's
the most candid milkman I ever heard
of."
Next week-end the can will be again
filled, and the beaux esprits will again
leap like trdutlets in a pool.
But what a commentary, not only
on the similarity of all our minds, but
on the nation's milkmen 1
A Bridge of Sighs.
1 ' Salonika, Thursday. — The Greeks continue
the pursuit of the flying Bulgarians, the
enemy burning the villages and destroying the
bridges to delay the Greek advance. Two in-
cendiaries were caught in Flagranto Delicto
and punished." — Inverness Courier.
Only a vandal would have destroyed
the famous bridge at Flagrante Delicto,
immortalised by BYRON.
126
PUNCH, OR THE LONDON CHARIVARI.
[AUGUST 6, 1913.
further that they can be bought for
A MISCARRIAGE OF HUMOUR. | four-and-sixpence and five-and-sixpence
naturally
This
DEAK SIR, — As a constant and careful i each,
student of your humorous weekly, might mystify him,
I ask your authoritative opinion upon j that you ar<
statement will
and cause him
to believe
your
a matter which is presenting great
difficulties to myself ?
From my infancy up I have been
known as a keen humorist, and among
my comrades have the reputation of
are in league with coiners.
When you have sufficiently mystified
him you can explain that the word
" and " has the same
meaning
" plus," or the mathematical sign
and that the half-sovereign was made
111 « i \ i i i i i iwvaww «*w.v«---* £- ««-• -i 11 I t_ f
being an incorrigible joker. My Aunt at the Mint, and can be bought for
Matilda, whose opinion may be a little ' four-and-sixpence and (orpins) five-and-
ten shillings, the actual
•sovereign. It is quite a
good and, when explained, simple joke.
When I heard it I laughed heartily ;
begged my friend to repeat it to me,
and, after I had rehearsed it several
times, told it to other friends. Perhaps
it may be due to the differences
undue
prejudiced, continually urges me to go sixpence, i.e., I
on the Comic stage, and assures me that ; value of a half-
I should make my fortune there. For
myself, I prefer to keep my genius for
my own privileged circle, and I only
cite Aunt-. Matilda's opinion to show
you what my reputation is in the eyes
of those who know me best.
I think I may say without
conceit that I have always
been in the vanguard of the
funny ones. I have an ex-
cellent book of Conundrums,
to which I know all the
answers ivilhout referring to
tJie book. I was among the
first to ask such riddles as
"Why was Charing Cross?
Because the Strand ran into
it," and have quite a good
collection of such tricks as
" The Eed Hot Coal," " The
Matches one Can't Light,"
" The Poached Egg on the
Floor," and others of that
type. (In passing, I should |
lika to ask you where the
" Funny Dog Bite," recently
in
temperament in different people, but I
advertised in your excellent
journal, can be obtained. I
have tried many places, but have been
unable to procure this humorous device.)
Hitherto I have always found my
sallies taken in the merry spirit in
which they were offered. I now, how-
ever, discover that there are exceptions.
Perhaps it is that the joke itself is too
subtle, and can only be told with success
to educated people. I myself found it
amusing and entertaining, and laughed
heartily when it was told me by a friend.
Though it is difficult to tell a joke
without the necessary accompaniment
of gesture and facial expression I venture
to tell it to you, believing that, as a
trained humorist, you will probably
appreciate its finesse.
It is necessary to commence by
showing to your listener an ordinary
half-sovereign, and asking him if he sees
anything wrong with it, in such manner
as to insinuate that there is. After
examination, he will (or should) return
it to you, stating that he can see nothing
wrong with it. At this point comes
the joke : you tell him in all seriousness
that you know where it was made, and
ADJUSTABLE BRUSH ATTACHMENT FOR MOTOR CYCLISTS. CLEANS
YOU JUST AS QUICK AS YOU GET MUDDIED.
find that it is not always so successful
or so easily understood as might be
expected. My first mishap with it
was when telling it at lunch time to
McPherson, who is a friend of a clerk
in our office. I told it to him three
times, in order that he might see the
point. When I eventually convinced
him that it was merely a joke I was
dismayed to find that, instead of being
delighted and amused, he regarded it
with disfavour. Indeed he went so far
as to rebuke me, saying that .he was a
Scotch Presbyterian, and did not hold
with jesting upon serious subjects.
Upon consideration, 1 am bound to
admit that there is something in what
he says, and am sorry that I unwittingly
shocked his religious prejudices.
After McPherson had left, another
gentleman sitting at the same table
said he had heard the beginning of my
story, but not the end, and begged me
to repeat it. Having first ascertained
that he was not Scotch, I proceeded to
retell the story, and was delighted to
find that he did not know that it was a
joke he was listening to — I always
believe that it is better in a really
humorous story or joke to conceal the
point of it till the end. When I got to
the point of the half-sovereign being
obtainable for four-and-sixpence and
five - and - sixpence he was frankly
amazed, for, as he said, the coin was ol
such excellent appearance. He begged
leave to examine it, and took it to the
light to do so. Perhaps I should have
explained the joke at that stage. As it
was, I was so delighted at the success
of my sally that when he passed me
four shillings and sixpence I did not
realise the import of his action. By
the time I did he had gone, and, as I do
not know him, I am afraid that I shall
lose five shillings and sixpence.
Had I bsen wise I should have
refrained from repeating the joke again
that day. But my failui'es had
galled me, and so I tried it
on a third person. He was a
tall stoutish man who looked
good-humoured, though ob-
viously not highly-educated.
He listened to the story with
gratifying interest, and asked
me a great many questions,
to all of which I replied with
humorous candour. Just as
I was about to explain it, the
man rose suddenly, gripped
me by the shoulders, and
asked me to come with him
quietly. 1 explained that I
did not wish to come with
him, but he was verv insistent
and also very strong. You
may picture my surprise and
fear. Here was I being
hustled along at the mercy of a man
whom I suspected of being another
Scotchman,
joke to him
of humour. He, however, repelled my
attempted friendliness, and advised me
to " shut my mouth and come along."
Unaccustomed to such treatment, 1 was
at a loss to understand it till I found
myself in Vine Street Police Station.
It appears that I had to do with a
policeman in plain clothes who had
mistaken me for a criminal. At first I
thought that explanation would be
easy, but I fear the police are some-
what deficient in humour. Each time
I attempt to explain that it is a joke I
am met with the same rebuff that they
" have heard that sort of joke before,"
and am recommended to tell it to the
Magistrate. Therein, it seems, lies my
only hope ; but it will depend upon the
I tried to explain the
and appeal to his sense
Magistrate. If
Mr. PLOWDEN I
I were to go before
should feel safe, for I
feel certain that he would understand
or, at any rate, believe it was a joke.
Otherwise I do not know what may
AUGUST 6, 1913.]
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127
THE SEARCH FOR OLYMPIC TALENT.
A KF.ES 'BUS-CONDUCTOR MAKES A POINT OP NOT STOPPING HIS 'BUS (WHILST APPEARING TO DO so), TO THE HOPE THAI
MAY DISCOVER A GOOD HALF-MILEB.
happen; all magistrates are not as
humorous as Mr. PLOWDEN
It is upon this point that I am
venturing to solicit your proverbial
kindness. Would you be so good as to
appear as a witness for me, and in your
capacity of Professional Humorist state
that you recognise the story as a joke.
I am told that it might influence the
case a great deal. Perhaps it isn't
really a good joke, or perhaps it requires
more rehearsal, but I will not ask your
opinion on that at the present crisis.
All I ask at the moment is that you
should bear witness as to the blame-
lessness of my intentions.
I am, dear Sir,
Yours very respectfully, J. J. J.
P.S. — In case I have not made my
joke quite clear : Half-sovereigns are
made at a place I know of — The Mint.
They are sold for 4/6 and 5/6 each —
i.e., 4/6 + 5/6 = 10/- each.
The joke you will see is really quite
harmless, and free from all taint of
immorality or illegality. I mention
this lest you should fear that you are
being dragged into a shady case.
Rabies at Wimbledon.
" Roper Barrett was superb. Ho crouched
down at tho net and snapped at every ball
that came near him." — Glasgow Herald.
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[AUGUST 6, 1913.
AMONG THE ANIMALS.
JKHKMY was looking at a card which
liis wife had just passed across the
tahle to him.
" ' Lady Bondish. At Homo,' " tic
read. " ' Pets.' Is this for us ? "
" Of course," said Mrs. Jeremy.
"Then I think 'Pets' is rather
familiar. ' Mr. and Mrs. J. P. Smith '
would have been more correct."
"Don't he silly, Jeremy. It means
it's tv Pet party. You have to bring
some sort of pet with you, and there
are prizes for the prettiest, and the
most intelligent, and the most compan-
ionable, and so on." She looked at the
fox-terrier curled up in front of the
fireplace. ' " We could take Bags, of
course."
" Or Baby," said Jeremy. " We '11
enter her in the Fat Class."
But when the day arrived Jeremy
had another idea. He came in from the
garden with an important look on his
face, and joined his -wife in the ha]l.
" Corne on," he said. " Let 's start."
" But where 's Rags ? "
"Effigs isn't coming. I'm taking
Hereward instead." He opened his
cigarette case and disclosed a small
green animal. " Hereward," he said.
" Why, Jeremy," cried his wife, " it 's
— why, it 's blight from the rose-tree!"
" It isn't just blight, dear ; it 's one
particular blight. A blight. Hereward,
the Last of the Blights." He wandered
round the hall. " Where 's the lead ? "
he asked.
" Jeremy, don't be absurd."
" My dear, I must have something
to lead him up for his prize on. During
the parade he can sit on my shoulder
informally ; but when we come to the
prize-giving, ' Mr. J. P. Smith's blight,
Hereward,' must be led ou properly."
He pulled open a drawer. " Oh, here
we are. I 'd better take the chain ; he
might bite through the leather one."
They arrived a little late, to find a
lawn full of people and animals ; and
one glance was sufficient to tell Jeremy
that in some of the classes at least his
pet would have many dangerous rivals.
" If there 's a prize for the biggest,"
he said to his wife, " rny blight has
practically lost it already. Adams has
brought a cart-horse. Hullo, Adams,"
he went on, " how are you ? Don't come
too close or Hereward may do your
animal a mischief."
"Who's Hereward?"
Jeremy opened his cigarette-case.
" Hereward," he said. " Not the
woodbine; that's quite wild. The
blight. He 's much more domesticated,
nut there are moments when he gets
out of hand and becomes unmanage-
able. He gave me the slip coming here,
and I had to chase him through the
churchyard ; that 's why we 're late."
"Does he take meals with the
family ? " asked Adams with a grin.
"No.no; he has them alone in the
garden. You ought to £ee him having
his bath. George, our gardener, looks
after him. George gives him a special
lath of soapy water every day. Here-
ward simply loves it. George squirts
on him, and Hereward lies on his back
and kicks his legs in the air. It 's really
quite pretty to watch them."
He nodded to Adams, and wandered
through the crowd with Mrs. Jeremy.
The collection of animals was remark-
able ; they varied in size from Adams's
cart-horse to Jeremy's blight ; in play-
fulness from the Vicar's kitten to Miss
Trehearne's chrysalis; and in ability
for perfoiming tricks from the Major's
poodle to Dr. Bunion's egg of the
Cabbage White.
" There ought to be a race for them
all," said Mrs. Jeremy. " A handicap,
of course."
" Hereward is very fast over a short
distance," said Jeremy, "but ho wants
encouragement. If he were given ninety-
nine. yards, two feet and eleven inches
in a hundred, and you were to stand in
front of him with a- William Allan
Richardson, I think we might pull it
off'. But of course he 's a bad starter.
Hullo, there 's Miss Bendish."
Miss Bendish, hurrying along, gave
them a word as she went past.
" They 're going to have the inspec-
tion directly," she said, " and give the
prizes. Is your animal quite ready?"
" I should like to brush him up a
bit," said Jeremy. " Is there a tent or
anywhere wheie I could prepare him ?
His eyebrows get so matted if he 's left
to himself for long." He took out a
cigarette and lit it.
"There's a tent, but you'll have to
hurry up."
" Oh, well, it doesn't really matter,"
said Jeremy, as he walked along with
her. " Hereward's natural beauty and
agility will take him through."
On the south lawn the pets and their
owners were assembling. Jeremy took
the leash out of his pocket and opened
his cigarette case.
" Gcod heavens! " he cried. " HE re-
ward has escaped ! Quick ! Shut the
gates ! " Ho saw Adams near and
hurried up to him. " My blight has
escaped," he said breathlessly, holding
up the now useless leash. " He gnawed
through the chain and got away. I 'm
afraid he may be running amok among
the guests. Supposing he were to leap
upon Sir Thomas from behind and
savage him — it's too terrible." He
moved anxiously on. " Have you seen
my blight ? " he asked Miss Trehearne.
" He has escaped, and we are rather:
anxious. If he were to get the Vicar
down and begin to worry him —
He murmured something about " onc&
getting the taste for blood" and
hurried off. The guests were assembled,
and the judges walked down the line
and inspected their different animals.
They were almost at the end of it when
Jeremy sprinted up and took his place
by the last beast.
"It's all right," he panted to his
wife, " I 've got him. Silly of me to
mislay him, but he's so confoundedly
shy." He held out his finger as the
judges approached, and introduced them
to the small green pet perching on
the knuckle. " A blight," he said.
" Hereward, the Chief Blight. Been
in the family for years. A dear eld
friend."
Jeremy went home a proud man.
" Mr. J. P. Smith's blight, Hereward,"
had taken fir.-.t prize in the All-round
class.
" Yes," he admitted to his wife at
dinner, " there is something on my
mind." He looked at the handsome
cigarette box on the tahle in front of
him and sighed.
" What is it, dear ? You enjoyed
yourself this afternoon, you know you
did, and Hereward won you that
beautiful cigarette box. You ought to
be proud."
" That 's the trouble. Hereward
didn't win it."
" But they said — they read it out,
and
" Yes, but they didn't know. It was
really Elspeth who won it."
" Elspeth ? "
" Yes, dear." Jeremy sighed again.
" When Hereward escaped and 1 \vc:it
back for him, I didn't find him as I —
er — pretended. So I went to the rose
garden and — and borrowed Elspeth.
Fortunately no one noticed it was a
lady blight . . . they all took it for
Hereward . . . But it was really EKpcUi
— and belonged to Lady Bendish."
He helped himself to a cigarette from
the box.
"It's an interesting point," he said.
" I shall go and confess to-morrow to
Sir Thomas, and see what he thinks
about it. If he wants the box back,
well and good."
He refilled his glass.
" After all," he said, " the real blow
is losing Hereward. Elspeth — Elspeth
is very dear to me, but she can never
be quite the same." A. A. M.
"The stories that appeared half a century
ago in the Cornhill have no prototype to-day."
Everyman " Literary Rotes."
Why literary ?
AUGUST 6, 1913.]
PUNCH, OR THE LONDON CHARIVARI.
129
NOBLESSE OBLIGE?
HONKSTY is all very well as a policy
but it is sometimes very bad manners.
If I bad only known bow unspeakably
itraightforward and outspoken George
Ncsliitt was in tbo matter of victuals
and drink I migbt never have taken
him and bis wife on after the theatre
to supper at the only supping place in
London, and I certainly shouldn't have
banded him the wine list and her the
menu. I should have myself ordered
the table d'lidta supper and a bottle of
tbo best and given them no chance.
As it was, I left the choice to them,
with the implication that expense
was no object; and they took me at
my word -always a dangerous thing
to do.
Imagine my discomfiture, surrounded
as I was by the pink of Society, to see
George beginning at the wrong end of
tbo wine list !
" Your appointed task is to select a
wine," said I, " and not to collect
curious information concerning- mineral
waters and cigarettes/'
" Why wine," asked George, " and
why not beer?"
"Jl'sb," I interrupted him apprehen-
sively. " They migbt hear you."
" And what if they do ? " said George.
" Nay more, what if they see me ? "
I asked, with horror, if he was aware
what he was saying. He spoke, he
assured me, and was about to act, with
the utmost deliberation. He had no
intention of belying his feelings or
denying his taste in order to impress
people who were really belying their
feelings and denying their tastes in
order to impress him. "I don't be-
lieve," said he, " either in their air of
wickedness in general or their lust for
champagne in particular. That fat
jovial old gentleman over there, what
is be but a keen man of business who
has got rich by the most glaring in-
dustry, and would have got richer still
if ho had not been unable to be un-
scrupulous. Do you think he deceives
me by smiling subtly as he drinks his
champagne? Does he do it because it is
bis idea of pleasure ? or in order to create
an atmosphere and conceal his sterling
qualities under a show of ultra-smart-
ness ? And his daughter there, what has
she to do with the magnum ? Do you
think she really prefers these goings-on
to a glass of hot milk and an early
bed? Even the lubricated youth by
her side, are his motives honest? I
shouldn't be surprised to learn that,
when there are no appearances to keep
up and be is absolutely sure that there
is no one looking, he quenches his
thirst with shandy-gaff. As for us, are
we not here to enjoy ourselves? "
Ticket-collector (after healed argument). " WELL, YOU'LL HAVE TO PAY FOB HIM; HE
ISN'T UNDER THREE."
Hotlier. "No, BUT IP HE HADN'T GOT A NEW SUIT ON HE'D BK UNDER THE SEAT."
"What has that to do with it?" I
said. " If you drink shandy-gaff here,
I shall go."
George resumed the wine list. " Ex-
pense is at least no object with you ? "
" Nor," said I proudly, " with any-
one else in the room."
" With the others," he waved a dog-
matic hand to include the whole room,
" expense is the sole object, but you I
take to admit that there are other
things to drink besides mere bubble,
and that the best of all liquids comes
out of a barrel. Waiter, wo will drink
Pilsener, and so would everybody else
if only it was extremely expensive."
To maintain my dignity before the
waiter, "There is no sucb champagne,"
said I.
George was not to be stopped. " I
want BEEU. If it wasn't so late at
night I should want stout. Bring me
beer in a jug, and if anyone at a neigh-
bouring table demands an explanation
you will have to blurt out the truth
that it is for a gentleman — one, that
is, who will only drink what he likes
drinking.
Kidneys on toast and beer ! I turned
from him in disgust to Mrs. George,
who was engrossed in the menu, hiding,
I thought, her shame at her husband's
brutal conduct. But women, though
they set about things more delicately,
are just as bad as their men when you
get at the truth of them. She blushed
to say she was not hungry, though it
was getting on for three hours since
130
PUNCH, OR THE LONDON CHARIVARI.
[AUGUST 6, 1913.
Sentry. "'ALT! 'Oo GOES THERE?"
Belated Reveller, " BLONDIK 1 "
she had dined. She was actually afraid,
more shame to her, that she could
touch none of the substantial things.
She would wait till we got to a later
stage and then, if she might . . . might
she ? . . . Well, we had been rather a
long time discussing the drink question
and it had given her space to study the
menu thoroughly ; and right at the
very end, in small print, she had dis-
covered . . . did I mind? . . . semo-
lina pudding, and semolina pudding
and cream she couldn't resist. But
nothing to drink, please. No, abso-
lutely nothing.
What was left for me but to settle
down to beer along with George ? And
the most depressing thing about the
whole affair was the inner feeling that
for once I was honestly enjoying a
midnight meal at ... But it would
never do to give the name.
"Unseasoned bats are generally found to
work unsatisfactorily, and at times split up
into two creating a sort of disliking towards
its manufacturer."
Advt. in " Poona Mail."
This is not putting it too strongly.
"In English cricket yesterday Ker.t boat
Maycup, Queen Ena and Iron Duke."
Glasgow Herald.
Kent's chance for the championship
seems particularly rosy.
LINES TO A PORPOISE.
SEEN LATELY AT THE BRIGHTON
AQUAKIUM.
0 POEPOISE, gamesome beast and
wild,
You that were Liberty's true child
(Or so it seemed),
'Tis with mixed feelings that I gaze
On one well known in other days,
And much esteemed.
For, truly, of all ocean sights
You are the one that most delights
The sad, bored eye
Of him whose watch, horizon-bound,
Sees but the great deep stretching
round,
And no land nigh.
'Tis sweet to mark you sport and
frisk,
Taking the maddest kind of risk
From the sharp prow,
Yet, somehow, never cut in two ;
How you escaped I never knew,
And don't know now.
And then to see you sprint, and skip
Light-hearted past the quivering ship
In idle cheer,
Or to engulf some hapless meal,
1 know not, but the swiftest keel
Was nowhere near.
Yes, porpoise, you 're an agile thing ;
The young bird in his pride of wing,
The-cutrj-the pup,
The kitten, too, delight to sport ;
But, as a rule, they cut it short
As they grow up.
But you — nor years nor weight can dim
The fire of that hilarious vim
With which you shave
The steely prow, and leap, and dive,
And generally look alive,
But never grave.
One would have bet, a thing so free
Would find his life one sparkling spree,
A constant game ;
Even the dour and ravening shark
Would merely lend an added lark,
To dodge the same.
But none, alas, may dodge the nets
Of Fortune when she really gets
Up to her tricks ;
A moment's error, seen too late,
And these grim words announce your
fate —
" Tank No. 6." Dun-Dun.
"Tom M'Inerncy was a prominent fi^u
but it was rather 'his style and earnestness
than the number of his runs that signalled
him out." — Porcupine.
This always used to ba tho umpire's
business.
PUNCH, OR THE LONDON CHARIVARI.— AUGUST 6, 1913.
THE COLLECTOR.
UNCLE SAM. " SAY, JOHN, WHAT 'S THIS GAME, ANYWAY ? CRICKET ? WELL, SEE
HERE; MAIL ME A COPY OF THE RULES. WITH DATE OE NEXT INTERNATIONAL
CHAMPIONSHIP. I 'M JUST CRAZY ON CUPS."
AUGUST 6, 1913.]
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ESSENCE OF PARLIAMENT.
(EXTRACTED FROM TUB DIARY OF TOBY, M.P.)
II '
Mr. BONAII LAW.
Mr. JOHN REDMOSD.
House of Commons, Monday, July 28.
—WINSOME WINSTON'S statement with
respect to purchase of oil for Naval
purposes spoiled promising little game
in which, as mentioned at the time,
AHCHER-SHEK led off. The Marconi
affair played out, it was desirable, if not
absolutely necessary, to break out in
fresh place. Oil contracts made (or
not made) by the Admiralty seemed
propitious. ARCHER-SHEE read some-
where that the Admiralty had made a
contract with the Mexican Oil Com-
pany for a trifle of a million tons of oil.
Now Lord MURRAY OF ELIBANK was
closely connected with this commercial
undertaking. He was the man who as
Chief Whip invested certain funds in
American Marconis.
You see? What more natural than
to suspect that he had used his influ-
ence with old Ministerial colleague to
load the Admiralty with this stuff to
be paid for by the taxpayer ?
ARCHER-SHEE having set this million-
ton ball a-rolling, a series of questions
Mr. WINSTON CHURCHILL.
THE DAY OFF, AUGUST 4m.
about Admiralty dealings in oil began
to appear on Paper. WINSTON, follow-
ing example that shall be nameless,
lay low and said nuffin'. Bided his
time till House got into Committee
on Naval Estimates. Then he let fly.
The fable about purchaso of a million
tons of oil resolved itself into micro-
scopic fact that order for a hundred
tons had been placed with Mexican
Company with business-like view to
test its quality and value for Naval pur-
poses. That point cleared up, WINSTON
emphatically insisted that if there were
other aspersions or insinuations now
was the time to set them forth.
Thus boldly confronted, ARCHER-SHEE
and his friends dropped subject like hot
potato. To-day DOCTOR FELL picks it
up. Wants to know if Admiralty con-
tracts for supply of oil will be made
only with companies established or
registered in the United Kingdom ?
WINSTON declines to pledge Admiralty
to such temptation. DOCTOR FELL not
to be set aside in that fashion.
Mr. ASQUITH.
" In the event of war would not
grave difficulties arise," he asked, " if
we had contracts running with firms
or companies in foreign countries ? "
" Strange as it may seem," replied
the First Lord with grave courtesy
that perplexed the good Doctor, " that
aspect of the case is borne in mind by
the Admiralty."
House laughed. DOCTOR FELL began
to wish he had left other people's hot
potato where it was dropped.
Business done. — Report stage of
Mental Deficiency Bill wrangled round.
House of Lords, Tuesday. — Engaged
in Committee on Scottish Temperance
Bill. So recently as a fortnight ago
measure regarded as foredoomed to fats
of Homo Rule Bill and Welsh Church
Bill. The Lords would have none of
it as it came on from the Commons.
Last Session peremptorily threw it
out. Repetition of experience seemed
inevitable. Sitting to - day presented
transformation scene. The spirit (non-
alcoholic) of the measure permeated
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proceedings. Temperance was the order
of the clay.
Committee witnessed an affecting
scene between BEAUCHAMP represent-
ing Government and SALISBURY leading
Opposition. There was about it some-
thing reminiscent of a once popular,
still vaguely famous, melodrama result-
ing in discovery of long-lost brother.
As conversation proceeded one almost
expected to see BEAUCHAMP bare his
right arm, disclosing the mulberry murk
which identified the strayed, loyally-
mourned kinsman. Stopping short of
that, Minister in charge of Bill publicly
thanked noblo lords opposite, especially
the marquis, for their friendly attitude.
SALISBURY, brushing away a furtive
tear, acknowledged generosity of re-
marks thus made, but modestly depre-
cated excessive share of commendation
bestowed upon his unworthy self. The
PRIMATE interposing at this juncture,
the peers thought he was about to
pronounce a benediction. Instinctively
felt for their hats in which to bury
their faces. He however merely wanted
to say " how entirely lie shared the
satisfaction that arrangement had been
arrived at, even if it were not com-
pletely satisfactory to the advanced
wings of those who represented two
sections of opinion."
Here were Some Emotions. The
Moral not lacking. For the little more
than an hour in which business was in
hand the Lords presented object-lesson
of the method and manner in which
social legislation might be effected if
Party politics were discarded and per-
sonal prejudice held in restraint.
Business done. — Scottish Temperance
Bill passed through Committee without
division. Reported with amendments
involving concessions from both sides.
House of Commons, Wednesday. —
Yesterday morning adjourned at a
quarter to four o'clock. Sat up all
night with Mental Deficiency Bill.
Another late sitting last night. Progress
blocked by little band of malcontents
on Ministerial side. Dulness of debate
illumined by solitary flash. New clause
moved abolishing death sentences in
cases of mental deficiency in criminals.
" I would sooner," said WEDGWOOD
in reflective mood, "suffer the death
sentence than perpetual imprisonment
under this Bill."
Scanty audience pricked up its ears.
Obvious that whichever alternative were
selected its adoption would necessarily
lead to a vacancy in the representation
of Newcastle- under- Lyme and the with-
drawal at Question time, and through
subsequent stages of a sitting, of a
persistent psrsonality.
No one rose from either side to
suggest preference as to method of
procedure. Tacitly agreed to leave the
matter entirely in Mr. WEDGWOOD'S
hands.
Business done. — Colonel SEELY
heckled about his aeroplanes. On vote
for War OflBco salaries and expenses
Ministerial majority drops to 33.
Friday.— During debate on "Welsh
Church Bill last Session, LORD BOB
and COUSIN HUGH, fighting for preser-
vation of the Establishment, its fabrics
and endowments, were habitually ham-
pered by inconvenient 'citation from
historical -works showing that in the
spacious times of ELIZABETH and earlier
the CECIL family ran LLOYD GEORGE
pretty close in matter of hen-roosting
in connection with Church property.
In present House this inconvenience
of remote ancestry is not widely felt.
Mr. FELL picks up the hot potato.
Interesting conversation in smoking-
room to-day on subject of Members'
claims to pre-eminence in respect of
family antiquity.
SARK insists that the Member who
boasts the longest descent sits for East
Edinburgh. Careful study of the ques-
tion has convinced him that Mr. HOGGE
is the lineal descendant of OG, King of
Bashan, who went out against the
ancient Israelites journeying forth from
the Wilderness.
Earlier in conversation ATHERLEY-
JONES drew attention to probability that
ATHEHLEY is a modern variation on
ATHELSTANE, King of the West Saxons
and Mercia in the tenth century, later
crowned sovereign of all the English.
That he regarded as indisputable. But
when it came to reading HOGGE for
OG, it was, if he might say so, going
absurdly beyond the extreme length of
the animal. Besides, as contemporary
chronicles record, the Israelites smote
OG, King of Bashan, his sons and all
his people, till there was none left
alive.
" That being so, how do you account
for HOGGE ? " asked ATHERLEY with
that inflexible logic that marks alike
his Parliamentary and his forensic
addresses.
" I can't always account for him,"
said SARK, "especially when he goes
for tho harmless SECRETARY OF SCOT-
LAND. All the same I am convinced
of his royal descent."
TO ME. SIKES.
[At tho recent congress of the British
Medical Association the theory was put for-
ward that crime is a good thing, being to the
country what pain is to tho individual aud
teaching valuable lessons.]
0 Sikes, I am sorry. Had I only
thought,
Or ever I gave you in charge,
Of the good that arose from the deeds
that you wrought,
You 'd still be serenely at large.
'Twas finding you prowling 'about in
my room
(I hurt you, I fear, when we clinched
And your head hit the washstand) that
made me assume
You richly deserved to be pinched.
1 opened the window and shoiited right
well,
While prone on the carpet you lay ;
A constable came (at my thirty-first yell)
And stolidly led you away ;
The judge heard my story, accounted
it true,
And cut off the freedom you prized ;
lie apparently failed to remember that
you
Were really a blessing disguised.
WThy didn't your counsel put forward
the plea —
Alas ! he was painfully young —
That crime is a thing it is pleasant to
see,
W'kose praises deserve to be sung ?
Had I but reflected the night that we
met
On what is now patent and clear,
My welcoming palm in your own I'd
have set
And pressed you to supper (with beer).
1 ' After being coached in swinging he went
out on a private ground one day with several
caddies and several boxes of balls, and drove
ofi five hundred consecutive balls before he
left his teeing ground. This was three yeara
ago : to-day he is a sound scorer about 'JO. ' '
Observer.
All the same, 87 is too late an age at
which to take up the game.
"At the height of her fame Theresa
achieved perhaps more than any music-hall
singer has, even in these days of te htiumrp
m m m m mm." — Melbourne Herald.
These ragtime days, in short.
AUGUST 6, 1913.]
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FASHIONABLE INTELLIGENCE.
"MR. AND MRS. HENRY HAWKINS ARE NOW BACK IN TOWN AND INTEND TO FURNISH THEIR NEW HOME IN THE HACKNEY ROAD
WITH OBJETS U'AttT ACQUIRED DURING THEIR HONEYMOON."
A LIGHT OFFENCE.
WE had just crossed a local Alp,
when Pilcott dismounted suddenly in
the lonely, pine-bordered road ; and I
experienced a twinge of that unrea-
sonable sense of injury with which
the punctured sometimes inspire the
resilient.
But it wasn't that at all.
" I 've had a feeling all day that there
was something I 'd forgotten," he said
blankly. " I forgot to till the lamps ! "
and lie explained how he had emptied
them overnight, to clean them, and had
intended to refill them in the morning ;
but — well, I suppose a Perpetual
Curate— that is Pilcott's metier— has
lots of things to think about.
His contrition was very proper. It
was, lie owned, entirely his affair. He
had mounted me in the dewy morning —
since I was his guest and must be kept
amused — on the bicycle that commonly
goes district-visiting with his sister,
and, on his new and spirited all-black,
had given me a lead all day across a
stiff country.
"Now, what had we better do?"
he went on, in tones of suppressed
agitation. " Unless my watch is fast,
J two minutes past Lighting -up
I pointed out that nature herself had
provided for the contingency by intro-
ducing a large and practicable moon
into the sky that arched our homeward
path.
"But it's past Lighting-up Time,"
he repeated, with such an air of simple
goodness as should have left me abashed.
But it didn't.
" Now, shall I ride back," he con-
tinued with a brave cheerfulness, " and
get some oil? "
I thought of the Alp.
" Leave me, and turn Ultramontane? "
I said reproachfully.
" Or, as we shan't pass a house for
another six miles, shall we just walk? "
" Bide," I corrected him.
And then, standing in the pale moon-
light, he told me the story of Ernest
Gabbage. It was a true but unexciting
story. Ernest, a young man generally
of good principles, sang bass in the
village choir. But this did not avail
him in the hour of temptation. And
when he was ordered to pay half-a-
crown and costs for riding without a
light, Pilcott had had to lend him the
money till Saturday, and threw in a
homily with the loan.
" So, you see, I can't risk being
caught doing the same thing," he said.
" I 've got to think of the example."
So we set our faces sadly to the
night.
We had not covered many leagues,
however, before I remembered that I
at least had not got to set an example
to Pilcott's parish. Indeed, it would be
rather presumptuous on my part . . .
I only rode at a gentle footpace. But
even the district-visiting bicycle's foot-
pace tried Pilcott. So I got off again ;
and, at Four Ways Mark, Pilcott bared
his head to the night wind and stood a
moment in thought.
" I suppose," he said, with a new
diffidence, with a note of apology that
I' found touching — " I suppose cold
cutlets are all right — if — if there 's a
salad."
" Quite all right," I conceded. " But
I shouldn't like — I mean, if you think
our delay will hurt the cook's feelings
in any way —
I watched him anxiously. There
was, I think, an inward struggle. But
the priest conquered the man. We
went on again, footsore and dismounted.
"I had an aunt ones," I said pre-
-sently, as we emerged on a heathy
plain, "a good woman, who believed
that if you felt that what you did was
right, and harmed nobody, why, then
there was no harm in what you did."
I stole a furtive glance at Pilcott's
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face. Methought it looked pale and
stern in the white moonshine.
" But perhaps that is rank heresy," I
added hurriedly, urging in extenuation
that she was a Dissenter.
On, on, and the road plunged into an
oak wood. How it happened I never
knew. Suddenly Pilcott was riding—
I was riding, with an uplifting of spirit,
with a lightness of heart that I had not
known since half-past eight. I breathed
an ampler air. I had become a wild
tiling of the Forest— but with a human
appetite for cutlets.
And then there was a scrunching
crash as four feet came to the ground
together.
We wheeled our bicycles forward.
" Good night, Williams," said Pilcott
cheerily to the shadow that had re-
solved itself into a policeman. " A fine,
warm night."
"Yes, Sir;"— and still our fate hung
in the balance. Oh, the slowness of
rustic speech! — "good night, Sir,"
said Williams, the clement, the great-
hearted.
There was an interval of chastened
silence.
" We got out of it better than
Ernest Cabbage did," was my tactless
comment.
The Penitent said nothing.
"But "of "course," I added with
sudden inspiration, " you can put half-
a-crown and costs in the plate on
Sunday."
Pilcott heaved a sigh of relief. " I
certainly mean to," he said fervently.
(But it was my idea.)
" And I," I said, lifting myself de-
liberately into the saddle. " So that 's
settled, and now we can have our
money's worth with a clear conscience."
I don't know whether you can find
any fault with my argument ; but, if
Pilcott did, he showed no outward sign
of sin, but ate his cutlets like a man
absolved.
Rubbing It In.
' ' The whole source of the trouble is now
found to be in the existence of this secret
society, the members of whom believe in a
medicine which they call boriformor, the
principal ingredient of which is human fat,
for which is human fat, for which is human
fat, for which a human victim is required."
Bournemouth Daily Echo.
The writer is determined to make our
flesh creep.
From a letter in The Times : —
" Those who are acquainted with the Ulster
Scot know that there is little of the jelly-fish^
about' him. He may bo told that his ' Coven-
ant* was rash, that it was unpatriotic — yea,
even that it is revolutionary — but he need not
be asked to tread it under foot."
But that is the last thing we should
ask of a jelly-fish.
INSUEANCE IN THE LOWER
SCHOOL.
OF course the whole tiling lias been
squashed now. That's the worst of
this place. It 's simply no use having
ideas, 'and if you do got hold of a good
tiling" you may just as well chuck it
unless you can keep it dark. And all
the money had to be paid back — what
was left of it. That was a pretty com-
plicated affair to arrange to everyone's
satisfaction, for, as the Ape said him-
self, unexpired policies are tricky things
to value. It was the Ape who thought
of it, and as he has always been a
special pal of mine I was a good deal
mixed up in it from the start. I should
explain that he is an extraordinarily
brainy chap, the Ape. He simply sent
out a secret circular to say that he had
started an insurance company, and most
of the chaps tumbled to it tremendously.
He collected nearly five bob the first
evening. There was nothing that he
wouldn't insure you against (young
Forman, who was down with the ilu,
took out a life policy), but his principal
lines were Insurance
(1) Against being licked.
(2) Against your rabbits dying.
(3) Against making a blob in a match
between forms.
(4) Against your watch stopping
before the end of the term. (In
this case you had to prove that
it had been wound up the night
before in the presence of two
witnesses, which was rather a
nuisance.)
All that was pretty useful, as these
are the four things that chiefly worry
a chap at school. And later on he had
a ripping scheme on a sort of sliding
scale for insuring batting averages.
The Ape knew jolly well what he
was doing. As I have said, he is a
most extraordinarily brainy chap. He
was an excellent judge of risks, and you
never knew what sort of a premium you
would have to pay. Billy Turton had
to pay eightpence a week to insure
against being licked (which was paid
for at the rate of Is. a licking, with a
bonus of 3d. if he got more than four);
but he took Little Mary — that's Field
Junior — for a halfpenny a term. And
as for rabbits he absolutely refused to
take Billy's at any price at all. Which
showed his wisdom, because there was
some sort of infectious disease among
them that cleared out the lot before
half-term. The Ape did quite well out
of rabbits. He paid young Carey to go
round and feed them all in case their
owners forgot ; and after Billy's epi-
demic he went about with a syringe and
freely drenched the place with carbolic.
I myself was simply insured up to the
hilt. It cost me a good lot, but I had
plenty of money at the beginning of term,
and after it was all fixed up I felt rip-
pingly snug and secure. 1 knew that
simply nothing could possibly go wrong
with me for the whole term, which is a
topping sort of feeling to have. It
didn't matter a bit if I left my new bat
out all night or had to sing a solo in
chapel or was bottom of the form and
got snarky letters from home or broke
rules or anything.
The trouble is that you never really
know how things will turn out until
you try. As the term went on some of
the "chaps who were insured against
being licked began to find that they
wern't getting their money's worth.
And then there was a most extra-
ordinary outbreak of crime. The au-
thorities couldn't make it out at all.
Chaps went down town without leave
in batches of half-a-dozen at a time ;
supper parties were held in the dormi-
tories ; people were always climbing on
roofs, breaking windows, cattying the
house-master's fowls, missing roll-calls.
We really had a high old time for a
week or two, till JBeardmore Minor
gave the whole show away. He had
just been licked for bringing a soda-
water syphon into form and spraying
Watkins Major over "his shoulder, and
after he had had his six he was heard to
remark in a thoughtful kind of way,
" Well, that 's ninepence, anyhow."
And later on he confessed, under pres-
sure, that he simply had to be licked as
he had run out of jam for tea and
couldn't afford a new pot.
That was how it came out.
A White Man.
"The Prime Minister is now as white as he
will ever be." — " Glasgow Herald's" London
Correspondence .
This is bad news. We had always
pictured the PREMIER'S soul as growing
whiter and whiter every season.
Master and Pupil.
"Percy James Milner (24), polisher, and
John Callighan ('<!4), polished, both of Birming-
ham, were found guilty at the Manchester City
Sessions." — Manchester Evening Chronicle.
" It is encouraging to find that some of our
visitors think more of the city than the resi-
dents, with many of whom no doubt familiar-
ity breeds an unjustifiable contempt."
Grocott's Penny Mail.
A little rough on the residents.
From a notice in the Hotel Hassler,
Naples : —
" Ring once for the chambermaid, twice for
the porter, three times for the boot."
At the third ring, .you see, the pro-
prietor is seriously annoyed.
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Lady. "ARE YOU SURE YOU HAVEN'T COME 10 THE WRONG HOUSE? I OBDEHED A ONE-HORSE 'BUS."
brirer. "THERE AIN'T NO MISTAKE, LADY; THIS IS A ONE-'ORSE 'BUS. BLESS YOU, MAM, YOU'VE ONLY SEEN IT STANDIN' STILL."
MY BEAUTY SPOT.
I OUGHT not to give the secret away,
but 1 have some vestiges of conscience,
and I feel I cannot leave the public in
entire ignorance.
Of course you are pestered by men
who will tell you how superbly the
sun rises over the penny-in-the-slot
machines at Billingsgate-by-the-Sea ;
who will boast of the weather they
never had, and force on yon the names
of the hotels where they were over-
charged. I am not one of those. I
shall recommend no hotels ; I shall
indicate no railway routes ; I shall just
ill-scribe precisely what I see before me.
In front of me lie — perhaps I had
better say stretch — no, in front of me
are — vast expanses of brilliant blue sea
and shimmering yellow sand. So vivid
is the view that one involuntarily
exclaims, " Aha ! the light that never
was on land or sea ! " It is all that I
can do whilst writing to refrain from
stepping forward and taking a header
into those refreshing blue billows. A
bright promenades borders the sands
and on it I see scenes of refined jollity.
1 see the nut and the flapper, but a
polished nut pursuing a dainty flapper.
And on the pier gay pierrots are en-
livening a happy throng.
I look to my right and I see bosky
dingles — faint paths leading amongst
flowering bushes, where the honey-
suckle twines round the honeymooners ;
green arbours of silence where nothing
is hsard save the murmurings of sweet-
hearts and the cooing of nightingales.
Turn to the left. There the great
clitf rises majestic against the sky-line
and an awful precipice of hundreds of
feet ends in huge piles of rocks and a
smuggler's cave. My heart thrills as I
recognise the famous Maiden's Leap
and think of its romantic story.
Behind me is a fair expanse of peace-
ful country crimson with poppies, and
with a rippling stream running through
well-wooded meadows.
You are looking for the skeleton in
the cupboard ?
Lat ma point out that the rainfall is
nil ; the temperature never rises above
eighty nor falls below sixty-five; that
the postal service is superb ; the sani-
tation splendid ; the amusements un-
equalled ; and the cost of living is no
more than in any great town.
You insist on knowing the precise
locality ?
But I don't know that I want you
there. Above all things I hate a crowd.
Still, if you '11 promise not to intrude
whilst I am in residence —
Well, it is my flat, with a seaside
poster on each of its walls, and there is
not a watering-place in Great Britain
to touch it.
The Climber.
" For Sale. — Cottage Piano made in Berlin,
requires tuning, owner getting grand."
Adrt. in "Pioneer."
We are afraid thatjie is giving himself
airs, and so thinks that he can dis-
pense with a piano.
"With an hour to play Wcstmount only
succeeded in notching 40, Brebner showing
good form for a well hit 2."
Quebec Chronicle.
We should like to meet BREBNER and
tell him about our masterly 3 last
Monday.
The London General Omnibus Com-
pany invites suggestions with the view
of solving the problem of keeping seats
on the tops of omnibuses dry during
wet weather. What "s wrong with the
I old-fashioned plan of sitting on them ?
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HOLIDAY PLANS.
July 24.— At last we have settled where to spend
our holidays. Wo are going to Les Sentiers, a most
delightful littlo place in Switzerland. The Mordauuts are
there and give a most attractive description of it. They
have promised to engage rooms for us at the Hotel
Bertiand, which they say is much the host. After all this
uncertainty and discussion it is very pleasant to have fixed
everything. The children are overjoyed. They are now
practising the joihl in the garden.
July 25.— To-day I went to COOK'S and bought the
tickets very expensive. Was quite ashamed of myself for
asking so many questions about reserved seats in trains,
and sleeping cars, and restaurants, and customs, and
whether, if you travel second class, they admit you to
meals on the train or make you get out at stations and
eat there, which, as we are so many, would certainly make
all or some of us get lost. A dreadful fate, to be lost on
the Swiss frontier and to wander backwards and forwards
under perpetual customs' examinations. After about an
hour's talk with the gentleman behind the counter, with
everything or nearly everything settled and paid for, I
asked him about Les Sentiers. He said it was very popular
during winter, which was, of course, the best time, but if
we didn't mind the great heat during the day and the
chilliness of the nights we should perhaps be able to enjoy
ourselves. Some people, however, preferred Les Cailloux,
where the hotel was newer. Decided to say nothing at
home about Les Cailloux. As I came away I ran across
Battersby in Piccadilly. Told him I was off to Switzerland.
He said, " Wherever you go in Switzerland don't let anyone
tempt you to stay at Les Sentiers." He then hurried off.
Wonder what they did to him at Les Sentiers. Mustn't
mention this at home either.
July 26. — Jack Moberley and Mrs. Jack motored down
and lunched with us. Told them where we were going.
They looked at one another and at first said nothing. Then
Mrs. Jack broke out and said she was too old a friend to let
us ruin our holidays by staying at such a dreadful place.
Jack chimed in and said it was the last place on earth and
he wouldn't be found dead in it. " Why the deuce," he
added, " didn't you ask our advice? Now if you were going
to Les Cailloux it would be different. Everything's Al
there, but Les Sentiers is beyond conception for dulness.
You '11 bore yourself stiff and the children will simply hate
it." Unfortunately the children were present. After the
Moberleys had gone we held a family council and decided
to write to the Mordaunts and get them to countermand
rooms at Les Sentiers. On Monday I shall interview
COOK'S and try to change our tickets for Les Cailloux.
July 27. — Coming away from church this morning we
had a talk with Sir William and Lady Hartsley. Lady H.
said she was sure we shouldn't care for Switzerland in the
summer. In fact it was quite old-fashioned to go there
except for winter-sports. This was overheard by the
children, who have been under the impression that winter
sports go on in Switzerland all the year round. At luncheon
they all said they didn't want to go to Switzerland.
July 23. — Up to London and called again at COOK'S. My
friend behind the counter not quite so friendly. Ssemed
colder and more distant and tired more rapidly under my
questions. After a good deal of worry got tickets changed
for Les Cailloux. Lunched at the Club and found Frank
Naylor there. Told him we were going to Les Cailloux.
He said, " Then I pity you." According to him it 's a
terrible place. Happened to meet Mrs. Nicholson in Bond
Street. She said, " Les Cailloux ! You '11 be roasted and
you '11 be robbed and you '11 bore yourself to death. I 've
been once, but never again for me." This was a facer.
Told Alicia when I got home. She said, " Why go to
Switzerland at all? Let 's go to the Isle of Wight."
July 29 — Up to London again, and called at COOK'S.
Friend behind the counter tried to hide when he saw me.
I got rid of all our tickets, countermanded all reserved
places, and, just to show there was no ill-feeling, took
tickets from him for Totland Bay. Wired there for rooms.
July 31. — No rooms to be had in Totland. Dare not
interview COOK'S again. Shall throw the tickets away and
stay quietly at home. The children very despondent
and occasionally sarcastic. The Mordaunts wire to say
we shall have to pay a week for rooms engaged at Les
Sentiers.
THE GURRUMPORE LINKS.
THE fairway, I grant you, is shocking,
'Tis a nightmare of villainous lies,
Of speargrass that works through your stocking,
Of foul and importunate flies ;
The greens are " brunettes," they are branded
With the trampling of bullock and horse,
And yet, to be thoroughly candid,
We 're proud of our Gurrumpore course.
And why ? Ask the vulture that track'd us,
Poised fearless o'er eyrie and bluff ;
Ask the cobra that gaped through the cactus
At the sound of our laugh in the rough ;
Go, stand where yon cataract crashes
In a passion of thunder and foam,
And ask of our jubilant mashies
If they yearn for the hazards at Home.
Though a tigress may happen to stalk me
Through the shadows of canon and chine ;
Though the yowl of her offspring may balk mo
Of holes that were morally mine ;
Shall my golf be upset by a trifle,
When " a tiger (or adult or cub)
May be gently removed with a rine "-
Rule IX. of the Gurrumpore Club ?
There 's a lake at the fourth, such as HERKICK
Might have sung in some exquisite lay,
But it goes by the name of " Enteric "
Since the fate of a foursome in May ;
And an obelisk marks where our captain
(+ 12 and a K.C.l.E.)
Topped an easy approach and was trapp'd in
The anthills that guard number three.
It 's not a long course — you '11 remember
The landslip just after the rains
That robbed us of half in September,
But we 're proud of the piece that remains ;
Though no golf periodicals name it,
Though St. Andrews would greet it with mirth,
From the depth of our hearts we acclaim it
A course with no equal on Earth. J. M. S.
" What beginner at collecting has not been struck by the startling
resemblance of the female of Hypolimnas misippus (Linn.) to the
common Danais chrysippus (Linn.)? or by that of the moth Epi-
copia rolydora (Westw.) to the Papilios of the Philoxeiius group?—
just to mention two very self-evident instances."
Bombay N.H.S. Journal.
Personally, though we have been often struck by these
likenesses, it has never been a really staggering blow.
, 1913.]
PUNCH, OR THE LONDON CHARIVARI.
139
"SEA-BATHING DOESX'l SUIT EVEBYBODY." — Medical OpMon.
OUR BOOKING-OFFICE.
(By Mr. Punch's Staff of Learned Clerks.)
MR. ARNOLD LUNN, in The Harrovians (METHUEN), sets
out to write ths school story as so many have done before
him. Any man who was ever a Public School-boy will be
struck by his realism and trutli to life, but any man, on
the other hand, who is still a Public School-boy will call
the book " tosh " and will, no doubt, be right. Only a boy
at Harrow could have written a story of Harrow in a
manner likely to appeal to the present generation, and, as
he must have written it in a language unintelligible to the
outer world, the outer world must be content with Mr.
LUNN'S record of Peter O'Ncil as being the nearest to the
truth that it is likely to get. This Peter must certainly
arouse much interest, but whether he will get sympathy is
another question. Myself, never too tolerant of Radicals
even in later life, found the prevalence of them in a School-
house quite intolerable, and that this most priggish and
aggressive of them should be patted on the back for shirking
his games when a " new man," and, when raised by his
scholarship to be Head of House, for using every legislative
and executive authority to humble and degrade the " Footer
Bloods" in the presence of the fags, was to me monstrous.
He badly wanted kicking, and, if he still lives, I feel sure
without knowing him that he wants it now more badly than
ever. Mr. LUNN, I gather, is all for the amelioration of the
lot of the small fry, the suppression of brute force and the
triumph of intellect over muscle as well at school as else-
where. Apart from my general belief that we suffer from
too much of the intellectual nowadays, I foresee no good
from the substitution in Public Schools of an aristocracy of
brains for an aristocracy of beef. But, however much I may
disagree with his opinions, I must give him credit for a
very fair and accurate and felicitous statement of the facts.
Always a timid starter -with historical romances, I am
happy to say that rny plunge into Before the Daivn (CHAP-
MAN AND HALL) was not half so chilly and caliginous as its
title had led mo to fear. All the same, the book needed a
little courage and perseverance, in spite of the fact that
KATHERINE JAMES, its author, had chosen for her back-
ground one of the most blood-warming episodes possible —
the Garibaldian struggle for a united Italy. I said back-
ground, but as a matter of fact it occupied the best part of the
stage. The interest of that tremendous revolution, of which
the writer has evidently made a most careful study, often
came near to obscuring her fictitious creations, instead of
bringing them out in relief, as a background should. Whole
chapters passed in which these young people were seldom
met with, and not particularly missed. To Philip Sinclair,
for instance, the English hero, I sometimes felt inclined to
say, " Sinclair — er — yes, I think I do remember your
name. Same school — er — m— excuse me, will you ? I 've
just got to go off and meet GAKIBALDI ; " and the ramifica-
tions of a plot which was concerned with a concealed will
and a mistaken identity, not to speak of other intrigues,
needed really more time than I was able to spare from the
pressing business of Italian politics and the siege of Rome.
None the less, I was glad to see friend Philip depart safely for
England with Monica Erskine, after they had both jeopar-
dised their lives for the sake of a country not their own.
Philip was a plucky fellow, if a trifle naif&nd over-credulous.
For he was mistaken surely in supposing that Mr. Punch
sent out a special artist to make funny pictures of the war,
and he shocked me severely when he said, reproaching
140
PUNCH, OR THE LONDON CHARIVARI.
[AUGUST G, 1913.
himself for trifling with a girl's feelings, " If I allow myself
to hear that bell many more times I shall be worse than
cad — a damned cad, as we used to say at Rugby."
Tut-tut, Philip I all I can say
have been Before the Dawn.
is that this must indeed
Mr. Win/brew's Princess (ALSTON HIVEHS) is one of those
stories that give you their argument in their title — at least
very nearly. I opened it in the confident expectation of a
strong, silent American millionaire, and a distressed Royalty
from one of those states that the rise of Euritania has
made a little too frequent in fictional geography. As it
turned out, I was practically right, the main difference being
that the hero of Mr. HOWARD C. HOWE'S novel is a north-
country Englishman; but he is just as rich and strong
and successful as the other type, and on the last page he is
left exchanging pet names with the Princess in the same
old way. One novelty is that the lady has in the meantime
ceased to be what one might call a practical princsss, her
kingdom having become a republic. Also the villain of the
tale, Demetrios, reigning usurper of Transiola, is perhaps
even more villainously compounded than the generality of
his species. The way he
carries on in the attempt to
defend his ill-gotten posi-
tion from the efforts of Mr.
Whybreie and party to kick
him out of it is something !
dreadful, and will provide;
sensation-lovers with more
than a sufficiency of mur-
ders and tortures and es- !
capes and secret passages j
and all the rest of it. On i
the whole, indeed, though 1 1
am far from denying that
its melodrama is tempered
by a certain distinction, I
was left with the impres-
sion that Mr. Whybrew's
Princess would be more at
home in paper covers. So
attired, and with a picture
in appropriate colouring, I
for her on the bookstalls.
on a baffling illustration, and he elects instead to be rather
cheaply cynical about something entirely different. But
let me consolidate my faith. I do believe in Mr. CRAIG as
an artist and a reformer ; I acknowledge that he has already
done great work ; and, if it is the privilege of artists to
become at times a little intoxicated with their inspirations,
then that privilege I, very respectfully, concede him.
Upon first consideration I found The lied Mirage (MILLS
AND BOON) vastly dramatic and moving, but a second and
calmer thought prevents my passing it over without a
captious remark or two. It is eminently a story of the
hero and the heroine, the villain and the minx, and above
all the man of strength, silence and imperturbability. The
complications are infinite and adroitly contrived, and the
Sahara makes a fine background for the clash of arms and
passions involved. The utmosphere is wholly military, only
one civilian intervening to any practical purpose and then
to play the baser part. Army plans are stolen from time
to time, the dishonour and punishment are vicariously
suffered, and for the woman at the bottom of it there is
little need to search.
The Epicure. "WAITER, I WANT rcur TO SWITCH OFF THAT KLECTEIO
FAN AT ONCE 1 II 'S WAFTING THE FLAVOUB OF THAT GENTLEMAN'S
FBOZEN PTARMIGAN INTO MY BOITP."
should anticipate a long reign
I cannot say how accurate may be
the representation of
France's notorious Foreign
Legion, that last resort of
those who have lost every-
thing except the fighting
instinct. But it is very
graphic and plausible, and
it almost escapes one's
notice that this legion,
alleged to consist exclusively
of the dregs of humanity,
exhibits in its members little
else than the most pleasing
qualities of courage and un-
selfish generosity. Upon
third, and personal, con-
sideration, I refrain from
emphasizing Miss I. A. R.
WYLIE'S great fault, her lack
of a sense of the ludicrous,
shown by the way in which
Towards a New Theatre (DENT) reveals Mr. GORDON
CKAIG still proceeding in this desirable direction upon the
stepping-stones of his published works. There is this
quality about Mr. CRAIG, that, having said once what he
holds to be the truth, he never hesitates to say it again and
again ; and always apparently with the same fine careless
rapture of conviction. Personally, I can only wish that I
believed in his drawings half as much as I enjoy looking at
them. In the present handsome volume forty of them are
reproduced at large. Some of these you may remember,
not long ago, at the Leicester Galleries ; others are, to me
at least, new. Anyhow, the art of their creator has here
a fair trial. Art it certainly is ; but, from the point of view
of practical stage-craft, upon my word I don't know that
one can say much more for it. I hope that this admission,
regretful as it is, will not make Mr. CRAIG righteously indig-
nant with me ; for there are several instances in the book of
persons who have been compelled by their consciences to
object to this or the other design, on the ground that it was
too vague, or lacking in point — and the pages of the letter-
press are, so to spaak, strewn with their corpses. Much of
this letter-press is highly amusing, some of it vexatious, as
for example when one looks to Mr. CRAIG for enlightenment
she allows virtue and vice alike to go to such absurd lengths
and by her habit of letting her people analyse aloud both
themselves and each other in such strange phrases and at
such strange times. In making the charge I am myself
involved in it, for that I read the book with unaffected zeal
from cover to cover and never paused to laugh or even smile
at the contrast between it and real life.
The "Times" Literary Sensation.
Says SPIELMANN : " Here, through HEGER'S Iont6,
Are letters writ by CHARLOTTE BRONTE ;
Says CLEMENT SHORTER : " Well, I 'm blighted 1
I thought I 'd had 'em copyrighted ! "
"Ce n'est que le premier pas. . . ."
From a list in The Referee of theatrical companies 011
the road : —
" ' Her First False Step ' (Sunderland to Glasgow)."
And a long one too.
" The Eussian Court of Justice had ordered the first three volumes
of the works of Leo Tolstoi in the Gorbunoff edition, containing the
translation of the four Gospels, with notes by Tolstoi, to be destroyed."
Yorkshire Weekly Post.
To make this paragraph more acceptable, it has been
headed " Motoring on the Cleveland Moors."
Ai-ousT 13, 1913.]
PUNCH, OH THE LONDON CHARIVARI.
ill
CHARIVARIA.
CoLONKri SEELY has been elected
a member of the National Liberal
Club. Wo can only liopo that this
will servo as a warning to any other
Unionist who thinks of going over to
the enemy. .. ...
There is only one air-ship named
Gamma. But thero are several military
aeroplanes known as " Gammon."
t
Thofact that some members
of the London County Council
played bridge during an all-
niglit sitting has been much
commented on as an innova-
tion, but we believe it to bo
a fact that the Corporation
of London has a Bridge Com-
mittee which was instituted
before the game was even
invented. !:. %
''•~
" Over eighty abandoned
cats," we read, " were picked
up in the London streets on
Thursday by the Animals'
liescue League." \Vo are not
at all sure that the expression
"abandoned cats" is not a
libellous one.
"Is there a Hell?" asks
a volume recently published.
Our New York Correspon-
dent informs us that the
doubt implied in this ques-
tion has been greatly resented
in Chicago. 0. ...
Owing to its author re-
fusing to supply the libraries
with it on the day of publica-
tion a certain new book nearly
became known as "The
Woman Thou Wouldst Not
Give Us." ... ...
Thieves who visited the
residence of Mr. BENE BULL,
the well-known artist, took away a
small quantity of jewellery, but left bis
drawings untouched. Modern artists
are getting used to insults of this sort.
* :;:
The outburst of ill-feeling in the
I nited States over our refusal to take
part in the Panama Canal Exposition
.s a little bit difficult to understand.
Bulgaria, Servia, Turkey, Morocco and
Siam have also declined the invitation.
Why should we be singled out for
attack?
Personally we would like to sec
Great Britain show just one exhibit,
Treaty which thoUnited States Govern-
ment refuses to observe.
$ $
A Christmas greeting posted at Cliis-
wick on the 24th December last was
delivered at its destination, Market
Square, Brentford, on the 29th July.
It is only fair to the POSTMASTKH-
(iKNKitAii to mention lliat the 29th
July was an exceptionally cold day.
:?
According to Professor A. A. BKIU.K,
often felt that our own have
wasted on this trivial pursuit.
been
It is snid that during the sitting of
the International Congress of Medicine
no one has dared to he taken ill in the
neighbourhood of the Albert Hall for
fear of perishing in the rush that would
be made for him by the G1H1 doc!
•'.- •.••
Surgeon-General Sir DAVUJ Burn1.,
who has returned to England from
Central Africa, where ho has
been studying sleeping sick-
ness, states that half the wild
animals shot were suffering
from this disease. If this bo
so the exploits of certain big
game hunters become rather
less miraculous.
" It is sixteen years since I
was last here," said Senator
J.U'THAY, of Toronto, at a
luncheon given to him by
Canadians at Prince's Eos-
taurant last week, " but from
what I see I am convinced
that England is anything but
asleep." That 's so, Senator ;
it 's these darned motor-buses
that cause the insomnia.
They'd keep even Canada
awake.
In certain quarters the
Balkan States are constantly
being blamed for their war-
like propensities. What
nonsense this is ! They 're
always making peace.
"ALONE IN LONDON."
PATHETIC WEST-END SCESE DURING AUGUST.
of Denver, " baby talk," in which parents
indulge, is bad for babies. As a matter
of fact many infants have for years
looked upon it as an insult to their
intelligence, and have refused to be
interested in it. ... .,.
Doris, the steam yacht belonging to
Mr. SOL JOEL, and called after his
daughter, lias been re-christened Eileen.
By way of counter-stroke w-e under-
stand that DORIS has decided never
again to call the sun Old Sol.
Mr. MARSHALL WHITLATCH, in an
article in The Century, asserts that
namely, a framed copy of the Panama ! golfers do not need brains. We have
Commercial Candour.
From a circular : — -
"Mr. Trilokiuath Sharma
writes : — ' I have been unbounded-
ly pleased with your sweet scented
Kaminia Oil, which is a very use-
ful preparation. It is an excellent
remedy for headache. It cures it
in no time ; at the same time the
hair becomes bright and smooth.
Its perfume is so very strong that
a man standing at a distance of 100 yards can
enjoy it.' "
The Miler's Motto.
" Above all he would commend to them the
well-known Latin quotation, ' Mens sana in
corpore sand ' — ' A sound wind in a sound
body.' " — Bath and Wilts Chronicle.
Dr. CHARLES GORING, in a crimino-
logical Blue-book just issued, says : —
" As regards cephalic measurements it is
shown that in breadth of head Cambridge ex-
ceeds Oxford to about the same extent that
Oxford men exceed criminals, but that crimi-
nals and Oxford men are equally longer-
headed than the Cambridge men."
This should help parents in deciding
whether to send their sons to Park-
hurst or to one of the older Universities.
142
PUNCH, OR THE LONDON CHARIVARI.
[AUGUST 13, 1913.
THE HEIRS OF HELLAS.
[On Wednesday last the HOME SECRETARY, presiding at the morn-
in" session of the Welsh National Eisteddfod at Abergavenny, made
the following historical statement : " Since the times of the Grecian
democracy no people hut the Welsh have, developed an institution like
this, and it is your honour and glory to bo the successors of the
greatest artistic people in the world."]
O ISLES of Greece ! O isles of Greece !
(Where burning Taffy never sang),
"What though your warblers hold their peace;
What though your lyres have lost their twang ;
Our choirs of Wales can do as well as
Any old choristers of ancient Hellas.
Strange that, until the other day,
Halfway, in fact, through yester-week,
None had compared Apollo's bay
Writh Cambria's local veg., the leek;
Or noticed how a common fluid
Flowed in the veins of Bacchic bard and Druid.
Who was it, steeped in pedant lore,
That marked — what never yet was seen —
The signs of kinship which they wore —
The Welshman and the late Hellene?
Who first conveyed this truth to men ?
He of the Celtic fringe, from Monmouth (N.).
Emerging from the Eisteddfod's chair
He flung an eye o'er history's page
And saw no rival record there
Since Athens and the Golden Age.
Where was its like ? There wasn't any.
rfhat 's what he told 'em down in Abergavenny.
Arising out of which remarks
Thiia further precious truth was found : —
Not under bloated oligarchs
Such beanos of the bards abound;
You never get the taste that 's Attic
Except where governments are democratic.
Ah, well may Wales lift up her voice,
When, full of sweetness and of light,
A second PERICLES makes choice
Of Criccieth for his cottage site,
And breathes on this high bardic function
A local air of Panhellenic unction !
O. S.
KEEPING THE THEATRES OPEN.
["Miss Mary Forbes has had a few slight alterations made to the
Third Act of The March Ilarc at the Ambassadors' Theatre, with the
result that Mr. Harold Smith's piece now plays at a high speed and
provides two hours of continuous laughter. During her sensational
china-smashing scene a few nights ago Miss Forbes had the misfortune
to let slip from her finger a very valuable diamond ring, which so far
has not been recovered." — Press, passim."]
MB. PUNCH, who has been throughout in fullest sympathy
with the great discussion on How to Keep the Theatres Open,
is at present undecided whether to award the prize to Miss
MARY FORBES. There are other cases of merit.
Tho Messrs. MELVILLE have had a few slight alterations
made to the Second Act of Oliver Twist at the Lyceum
Theatre, with the result that the piece attributed to the late
CHARLES DICKENS is now playing to packed houses. When
the curtain rises on the interior of Mrs. Maylie's house the
stage is seen to be crowded with plate and valuables, and
Bill Sikes, instead of putting Oliver in through the window,
comec to the footlights and extends a cordial invitation to
Lyceum patrons to break in for themselves by means of a
central gangway specially provided for the purpose.
At the Haymarket Theatre, where Within the Law id
meeting with a success that is quite unprecedented, d,
trifling alteration has been made which is proving very
popular. Mr. FREDERICK HARRISON, in conjunction with Sir
HERBERT TREE, Mr. FARADAY, Mr. FENN, Mr. WIMPKIUS
and tho author, has arranged that Joe Garson shall, at ai
crisis in the play's action, fire five-pound notes into evin-y
part of the house by means of a new Silent Tract-Dis-
tributing Pistol. Every member of the audience receives
with his ticket a personal guarantee, signed by Mrj
HARRISON, Sir HERBERT THEE, Mr. FAHADAY, Mr. Fi
Mr. WJMPERIS and the author, to the. effect that not more
than nine notes out of every ten shall be counterfeit.
If anything could possibly add to the success of Diplomacy
at Wyndham's Theatre, it is the announcement that during
the sensational scene in which Mr. GERALD DU MAUKIKK
draws from his pocket a cigarette-holder longer than any
previously seen on the stage, the popular actor-manager
•allowed it one night last week to slip through his tingfi-s
and roll into the auditorium. The cigarette-holder, which
is of solid silver handsomely chased, and is calculated to
be of not less than twenty-four inches in length, has not
so far been recovered. It is understood that if any stall^
holder should happen to come across it in the dark no
enquiries will be instituted.
The enterprising management of the London Opera House
have once more caused a few slight alterations to be in;i<le
an their sensational entertainment. Some nights ago the
Beauty Chorus (every member of which is -understood to be
worth not less than a quarter of a million dollars in the
clothes in which she stands) had the misfortune to let slip
from their necks a series of very valuable pearl necklaces,
which so far have not been recovered. - The misfortune
occurred during a tour of the auditorium, and it is con-
fidently expected that the invitation of the revue's title will
now prove irresistible.
WANTED, INTEREST NOT CAPITAL.
A YOUNG MAN recently advertised in The Times that he
would be delighted " if anyone would TAKE an INTEREST in
HIM." He made no appeal for financial assistance, and tlie
novelty of the idea should appeal to imitators. Thus : —
A WELL-KNOWN CLUBMAN would be grateful to any lady
or gentleman who would be willing to listen to some of;
his Best Stories, say for an hour or so each day, and who.
would not object to an occasional repetition. — Address,
BOREAS BROWN, The Chestnuts, Yarmouth.
A GOLFER (handicap 18), who seven years ago won;
monthly medal, would be glad to hear from others who
would discuss the game with him for a few hours daily.
— Address, T. PUTNAM GREEN, The Potbunks, Pulborough.
A GENTLEMAN would be grateful to anyone who would
take an interest in his health by calling upon him periodi-
cally to make enquiries, etc. Advertiser is not actually
unwell, but feels the absence of the attentions referred to.!
— Apply, Panel Cottage, Malinger-sur-Mer.
MEMBER OF PARLIAMENT who has never yet had an oppor-
tunity of addressing the House would be deeply obliged to
any person or persons who would be willing to sit through
an occasional speech from him, applauding at any passage
which excited approval or admiration. The speeches would
not, as a rule, be of more than two hours' duration. — Apply,
Slate 35, The Bar, House of Commons.
Would some kindly disposed person permit Advertiser to
send him or her once a week his views of LLOYD GEORGE?
— Address, The Sanatorium, Lyme-on-the-Wash.
PUNCH, OB THE LONDON CHARIVARI.— AUGUST 13, 1913.
THE ENTENTE TUBE.
STEWARD (ore night Channel boat). " IF THEY BRING IN THIS 'ERE TUNNEL, MY JOB 'S
GONE." MB. PUNCH. " THAT 'S THE ONLY SOUND OBJECTION I 'VE HEARD YET."
AUGUST 13, 1913.]
PUNCH, Oil THE LONDON CHAUIV AIM.
140
Tramp (mistaking garden suburb liouseliolder fur one of Ins own profession}. " You 'UK WASTING YOLR TIMK, CHARLIE. THE LAST
TIME I CLIPPED THAT 'EDGE I WAS REWARDED WITH THREE V-rEXCE, A CUP o' TEA NEARLY WABM AND A PAIR O* CYCLING KSICKKUS
I WOULDN'T BE SEEN DEAD IN."
"THE SEARCH FOR OLYMPIC
TALENT."
(To the Editor of " Punch.")
DEAR SIR, — Our attention has been
drawn to a series of humorous
drawings in your Journal depicting
imaginary efforts to discover talent
which could be utilised for tho benefit
of tho country at the Olympic Games
to be held in Berlin in 1916.
We are inclined to deprecate such
light treatment of a very serious
matter, and would like to point out
that while your artist is fiddling with
the subject, as it were, Rome would
burn, if it were not for tho efforts of
ourselves and others equally anxious
for tho athletic welfare of tho country.
Our own views are set forth in the
brochure which we have enclosed with
a copy of our Autumn Catalogue for
your perusal.
T4io brochure has been specially com-
piled for us by Mr. Hyain A. Seelsmann,
a leading light in the American athletic
world, and whom we have induced to
relinquish an important post in the
Games Department of John Money-
wacker's famous establishment and to
tako up the even more onerous position
of Manager of our Athletic Outfitting
Department (see Cat., p. 35). This!
fact alone speaks well for our deter-
mination to leave no stone unturned to
uphold the prestige of Great Britain in
the forthcoming Olympic struggle.
Our New Autumn Catalogue and
Price List describes fully by means of
letterpress and illustration our enormous
stock, which has been manufactured in
the firm belief that the chief require-
ments of an athlete are that lie should
be suitably clad (pp. 47-53) both during
competition and after (see our " Sun-
beam " Sweaters, with the little warm
bath, p. 50), and that his weapons or
implements, as the case may be, should
bo of the very best make and quality.
In this respect our new spring grip
discus (43s. doz., rim brakes extra) will
be found superior to any other on the
market, giving longer flight at less cost,
and the turned-up eclgo enables it to be
of service on the dinner-table when not
otherwise engaged.
A reference to our various makes and
iizes of oars (pp. 71-76), tennis racquets
(pp. 89-102), and javelins (pp. 113-118)
will convince the budding athlete that
we provide for every need in these
directions. Our fencing foils — the "Pan-
jandrum," with the little round button
at top (pp. 133-135) — are the last word
in cold-rolled, old vatted spring steel;
every blade is twenty over proof and
marked "Excalibur" on every inch,
without which none is genuine.
Our non-flam dumbbells and our
Indian clubs, the latter made of real
wood, are and have been for many years
the talk of the athletic world (see
a few of our unsolicited testimonials,
pp. xxii.-mcmiv.).
In the hope that these few lines will
arouse you to a sense of your great
responsibility in this matter, and trust-
ing to receive your esteemed orders,
We remain, Yours, etc.,
Tin: OLYMPIC OUTFITTING Co., LTD.
I'rom adjoining posters seen in Man-
chester :—
"TEXTILE "LADY'S
SPLIT : LAWSUIT
REMARKABLE ABOUT HER
SITUATION." BATHING DRESS."
The connection is obvious.
" Doubtless there arc many of us who would
bo glad to pay rent with a red nose, as certain
trustees at Berruondscy paid yesterday."
Pali Mall Gazelle.
Speaking for ourselves we should be
sorry to present such a spectacle.
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PUNCH, OR THE LONDON CHARIVARI.
[AUGUST 13, 1913.
HOLIDAY HINTS.
THE Paris Correspondent of The
Daily Mail recently contributed to the
columns of that journal a full account
of the recommendations issued by Dr.
F. HELME to mothers leaving home for
seaside or country holidays. These
recommendations, however, are con-
fined entirely to a list of medicines,
including serum for snake-bites, phials
of morphine, etc. It has occurred to
Mr. Punch, always solicitous for the
welfare of the young, to supplement
this imperfect catalogue of
remedies with a number of
useful bints to parents and
guardians for grappling with
holiday emergencies. For
greater convenience of refer-
ence, these are arranged in
alphabetical order.
ANIMALS, WILD, ESCAPED
FBOM MENAGERIES. The
most satisfactory way of
dealing with this emergency
is to engage a lion-tamer for
the holidays and never allow
any of the young people to
go far afield without him.
In case of a division of the
party there should be one
lion-tamer for each group.
Failing this method, the next
best is summed up in the
rule : Never go for a country
walk without a red-hot poker.
(The poker can be kept red-
hot in a specially constructed
Vacuum Calidus Case, which
can be purchased at Eam-
jach's.)
BULLS, MAD, MEANS OP
SOOTHING. — No affectionate
parent should permit any ex-
cursion to be taken in pastoral
districts without providing at
least one of the party with a
bottle of chloroform or some
other powerful narcotic, in
case of attacks by mad or misanthropic
oxen. Some American millionaires have
gone so far as to retain the services of
an expert Spanish bull-fighter expressly
for the purpose of securing the safety
of their children and friends, but the
cost is prohibitive to most professional
Englishmen. N.B. — The best way of
administering the chloroform is to
drench the bag of a butterfly net and
then put it over the bull's head.
EAGLES, HOW TO EESCUE CHILDREN
CARRIED OFF BY. — The eyries of these
birds being as a rule situated in well-
nigh inaccessible places, climbing-irons
are an essential requisite of the holiday
outfit. But it is as well to supplement
them with a small howitzer. Accurate
aiming is, of course, indispensable, as a
badly discharged bomb might hit the
child but spare its captor. On this
account it is perhaps preferable to lure
the bird away by the bait of some
specially appetising viands, such as
Caviare, or Bombay Duck, or Lim-
burger Cheese.
GYPSIES, PRECAUTIONS AGAINST. —
The large increase of the Romany race,
duo to the immense spread of the
cult of BORROW, has been attended by
highly desirable to include in the holi-
day outfit a harp, or harps, for the
purpose of soothing children to sleep.
Lists of pieces of a specially soporific
character can be obtained from anv good
nerve-specialist. These are generally
known as Chlorales, varying in degrees
of intensity.
LIMBS, ARTIFICIAL. — A good supply of
false legs, arms and eyes should always
be laid in to meet the requirements
of adventurous children when holidays
are spent in rocky districts.
AT HYGIENE HOUSE.
The Superintendent, "Now, SIB, IT'S TIME FOB YOUR SUN-BATH
ON THE HOOF.'
serious results in the way of the kid-
napping of children of wealthy parents
and holding them to ransom. To
guard against such disasters, it is
strongly recommended, (1) that all
children should be marked in indelible
ink with their names and addresses ;
(2) that when left by themselves they
should be securely tethered by un-
'breakable chains to absolutely im-
movable objects; (3) that where this
!is impossible each child should be
provided with a powerful steam whistle
or siren to acquaint its parents as to
its whereabouts.
INSOMNIA, MEANS
CHILDREN SUFFERING
OF TREATING
FROM. — It IS
MOTORISTS, ENTERTAIN-
MENT FOR YOUTHFUL. — The
irritation so generally felt by
the high-spirited youth at
obstacles to his progress will
be largely allayed if thought-
ful parents provide him with
yea-shooters and air-guns for
the regulation of tiresome
pedestrians, cyclists, poultry,
sheep, dogs, etc. A very
vpretty game can be played
between the occupants of the
two sides of the car, the
object being to see which
can score most hits.
NOSE - BLEED, REMEDIES
FOB. — After all, the best
remedy for this common
summer complaint is the old
device of putting keys down
the patient's back. A bunch
of keys should accordingly
be taken for each member
of the party, varying in size
with the age and weight of
the individual.
OlL, FOR ROUGH PASSAGES.
— In cases where families are
proceeding to the Hebrides
or other holiday resorts which
involve a sea passage in small
steamers, considerate parents
or guardians will not fail to
provide themselves in ad-
vance with a liberal supply of oil
in barrels or tanks, for the purpose
of assuaging the disturbance of the
troubled waters.
EAILWAY ACCELERATORS. • — It is
often found that children who start
away from London in high spirits at
fifty miles an hour on some main line
route become impatient, fretful and
refractory when they exchange this
exhilarating speed for the slow crawl
of a local line. To meet this difficulty
parents will find it helpful to take with
them auxiliary engines to assist loco-
motives incapable of hauling a passen-
ger train at more than twenty miles an
hour up a steep incline. These can be
AUGUST 13, 1913.]
PUNCH, Oil THE LONDON CIIARIVAIM
147
Sergeant. "HKRE! WHAT THE DEUCE ABE you AT? LIE DOWN; YOU'LL GIVE THE WHOLE BALLY SHOW AWAY."
Entomological Private. "HANG IT, MAN, I MUST HAVE IT. IT'S AWFULLY RAIIK — A DOTTED
carried on a truck with steam up until
such time as occasion arises for their
use, and then transferred to the rails.
The cost is extraordinarily small, con-
sidering the result on the temper of the
passengers, averaging only about £100
a journey (exclusive of initial outlay).
SHARK-BITES, PRECAUTIONS AGAINST.
—Where bathing is indulged in it is as
well to provide juveniles with special!
water-wear, made of chain-mail, to
resist the dental attack of these
dangerous monsters. To counteract
the access of weight, it is desirable to
have the chain-mail fitted with unsink-
able aluminium air chambers.
IVES, PORTABLE. — In this context
\ve may also insist on the necessity of
small portable stoves to restore caloric
in children who stop in too long when
bathing.
Another Impending Apology.
From a criticism of a musical come-
dian : —
"It is not much good saying ho was funny
because he could not help boingothcrwiM-."
South China Morning 1'ost.
A FATAL FLAW.
I SAT upon her dexter hand
One day in London's busy whirl
(A rhyme of lasting vahie) and
Thought her a charming girl.
Not to embark on detailed praise,
Her voice was low and very sweet ;
I liked her looks, her voice, her ways ;
Her figure, too, was neat.
Her converse gave me evidence
Of an extremely active mind ;
Here is, I said, a girl of sense ;
This is indeed a find.
I will not say she took to me
As I to her, lest you should mock ;
But it 's the solemn fact that we
Got on like one o'clock.
The garments that I chanced to wear
Were new, and fresh as early May ;
I luckily had had my hair
Cut on the previous day.
Happening gently to enquire,
She clung, I learned, to rural scenes
(As I do) and her doting sire
Was dowered with ample means.
And thus she cast on me a spell
So rapid and of such a flaine
That I had grown to love her well
Before the coffee came.
And when the ladies left their male
Companions to the wonted smoke,
I did not heed the cheerful tale
Nor chortled at the joke.
The customary talk of man
Just then allured me not at all ;
I sat determining a plan
. To ask if I might call ;
And let my fancy play about
In dreams (ah me !) of wedded bliss,
Which, but for what occurred, no doubt
I had attained ere this.
But, when T saw her next, a blight
Fell on me with a sudden chill ;
The maiden stood up to recite :
And I am single still.
DUM-DUM.
" A great pearl robbery at Narraganset Pier
is now exciting American society. The victim
of America's ablest detectives is Mrs. Charles
Bumsey." — Tfinnin-gham Daily Post.
Yet another American police scandal ?
148
PUNCH, OR THE LONDON CHARIVARI.
[AUGUST 13, 1913.
THE MISSING CARD.
WHAT I say is this : A man has his
own work to do. He slaves at the
oflice all day, earning a living for those
dependent on him, and when he comes
home lie may reasonably expect not to
be bothered with domestic business. I
am sure you will agree with me. And
you would go on to say, would you
not, that, anyhow, the insuring of his
servants might safely be left to his
wife? Of course you would! Thank
you very much.
I first spoke to Celia about the insur-
ing of the staff some weeks ago. Our
staff consists of Jane Parsons the cook,
the first parlourmaid (Jane) and Parsons
the upper housemaid. We call them
collectively Jane.
" By-the-way," I said to Celia, " I
suppose Jane is insured all right? "
" I was going to see about it to-
morrow," said Celia.
I looked at her in surprise. It was
just the sort of thing I might have said
myself.
" I hope she won't be unkind about
it," I went on. "If she objects to
paying her share, tell her I am related
to a solicitor. If she still objects, er —
tell her we '11 pay it ourselves."
"I think it will be all right.
Fortunately, she has no head for
figures."
This was true. Jane is an excellent
cook, and well worth the £75 a year
or whatever it is we pay her; but
arithmetic gives her a headache. When
Celia has finished dividing £75 by
twelve, Jane is in a state of complete
nervous exhaustion, and is only too
thankful to take the nine-and-sixpence
that Celia hands over to her, without
asking any questions. Indeed, any-
thing that the Government wished
deducted from Jane's wages we could
deduct with a minimum of friction —
from income-tax to a dog-licence. A
threepenny insurance would be child's
play.
Three weeks later I said to Celia —
" Has an inspector been to see Jane's
card yet ? "
" Jane's card ? " she asked blankly.
" The insurance card with the pretty
stamps on."
" No . . . No . . . Luckily."
" You mean "
" I was going to see about it to-
morrow," said Celia.
I got up and paced the floor.
"Keally," I murmured, "really." I
tried the various chairs in the room,
and finally went and stood with my
back to the fire-place. In short, I
behaved like a justly incensed master-
of-the-house.
" You know what happens," I said,
when I was calm again, " if we neglect
this duty which Parliament has laid
upon us? "
" No."
" We go to prison. At least, one of
us does. I 'in not quite sure which."
" I hope it's you," said Celia.
" As a matter of fact I believe it is.
However, we shall know when the
inspector comes round."
" If it's you," she went on, " I shall
send you in a file, with which you can
cut through your chains and escape.
It will be concealed in a loaf of bread,
so that your gaolers shan't suspect."
" Probably I shouldn't suspect either,
until I had bitten on it suddenly. Per-
haps you 'd better not bother. It would
be simpler if you got Jane's card
to-morrow instead."
" I will. That is to say, I '11 tell
Jane to get it herself. It's her cinema
evening out."
Once a week Jane leaves us and
goes to a cinema. Her life is full of
variety.
Ten days elapsed, and then one
evening I said At least I didn't.
Before I could get it out Celia inter-
rupted :
"No, not yet. You see, there 's been
a hitch."
I curbed my anger and spoke calmly.
" What sort of a hitch ? "
" Well, Jane forgot last Wednesday,
and I forgot to remind her this Wed-
nesday. But next Wednesday —
" Why don't you do it yourself? "
" Well, if you '11 tell me what to do
I '11 do it."
" Well' — er — you just — you — I mean
— well, they '11 tell you at the post-
oflice."
"That's exactly how I keep explain-
ing it to Jane," said Celia.
I looked at her mournfully.
" What shall we do ? " I asked. " I
feel quite hopeless about it. It seems
too late now to do anything with Jane.
Let 's get a new staff and begin again
properly."
" Lose Jane ? " cried Celia. " I 'd
sooner go to prison — I mean I 'd sooner
yon went to prison. Why can't you be
a man and do something? "
Celia doesn't seem to realise that I
married her with the sole idea of getting
free of all this sort of bother. As it is
I nearly die once a year in the attempt
to fill up my income-tax form. Any
traffic in insurance cards would be
absolutely fatal.
However, something had to be done.
Last week I went into a neighbouring
post-office in order to send a telegram.
The post-office is an annexe of the
grocer's where the sardines come from
on Jane's cinema evening. Having
sent the telegram, I took a sudden
desperate resolve. I — I myself — would
do something.
" I want," I said bravely, " an
insurance stamp."
" Sixpenny or sevenpenny ? " said the
girl, trying to put me off my balance at
the very beginning.
"What's the difference?" I asked.
" You needn't say a penny, because that
is obvious."
However she had no wish to be
funny.
" Sevenpenny for men-servants, six-
penny for women," she explained.
I wasn't going to give away our
domestic arrangements to a stranger.
" Three sixpenny and four seven-
penny," I said casually, flicking the
dust otf my shoes with a handkerchief.
" Tut, tut, I was forgetting Thomas,"
I added. " Five sevenpenny."
I took the stamps home and showered
them on Celia.
" You see," I said, " it 's not really
difficult."
" Oh, you angel ! What do I do with
them ? "
" Stick them on Jane," I said grandly.
" Dot them about the house. Stamp
your letters with them — I can always
get you plenty more."
" Didn't you get a card, too ? "
" N— no. No, I didn't. The fact is,
it 's your turn now, Celia. You get the
card."
" Oh, all right. I — er — suppose you
just ask for a — a card? "
" I suppose so. And — er — choose a
doctor, and — er — decide on an approved
society, and — er — explain why it is you
hadn't got a card before, and — er —
Well, anyhow, it 's your turn now,
Celia."
"It's really still Jane's turn," said
Celia, " only she 's so stupid about it."
But she turned out to be not so
stupid as we thought. For yesterday
there came a ring at the bell. Feeling
instinctively that it was the inspector,
Celia and I got behind the sofa . . .
and emerged some minutes later to find
Jane alone in the room.
" Somebody come to see about an
insurance card or something," she said.
" I said you were both out, and would
he come to-morrow."
Technically I suppose we were both
out. That is, we were not receiving.
" Thank you, Jane," I said stiffly.
turned to Celia. " There you are," I
said. " To-morrow something must be
done."
" I always said I 'd do it to-morrow,"
said Celia. A. A. M.
"One of the many engagements that an:
always announced at the close of the season is
that of Mies Constance ." — World.
We wish her better luck this year.
AUGUST 13, 1913.]
PUNCH, OR THE LONDON CHA1UVA1U.
149
GREAT LITERARY SENSATION.
DICKENS AND Miis. HARRIS.
FIND OF VALUABLE LETTKR.
VIEWS OP EXPERTS.
IT is Mr. Punch's privilege this week
to throw light for the British puhlic
upon one of the most interesting secret
chapters in the history of our literature.
It will probably come as a surprise,
if not a shock, to our readers, howsoever
versed they may he in the byways of
bookland, to learn that one of the most
famous characters in Martin Chuzzlewit
not only had a prototype in real life
but in CHAULKS DICKENS'S youth in-
spired him with the liveliest feelings.
It is common knowledge that
DICKENS was born at Portsmouth.
Whether or not the lady whom after-
wards he described for mankind as Mrs.
Harris was born there too, we cannot
say, nor indeed has research yet yielded
her maiden name ; but the irrefragable
fact remains that at some time during
his adolescence the young genius soon
to dazzle the world as " Boz " expressed
the warmest admiration for a mysterious
lady unnamed, and all the evidence goes
to prove that it was she whom later in
life he rendered immortal in the pages
of Martin Chuzzleivit. There is no
direct evidence, but if ever circum-
stantial evidence spoke the truth it
speaks it here.
The letter which has been placed
in our hands is so surrounded with
mystery that we can say little that is
definite ; we are not even at liberty to
state from what source it comes. Let
it suffice that we are ourselves satisfied
with the bona fides of the present
owners, who are beyond question the
descendants of Mrs. Harris, although
that is no more their name than it was
hers. DICKENS, the soul of honour and
delicacy, could never have used a real
name ; nor shall we. At the most we
may say that the representatives of the
family are now residing in a picturesque
Spanish chateau, and that they have
placed in our hands this document,
hitherto so jealously guarded from the
puhlic eye, to do as we like with.
Before coming to the letter itself let
us consider for a few moments the
character of Mrs. Harris. For one
thing she is never seen. All that we
know of her we know by hearsay. Her
friend, Mrs. Gamp (one of the leading
nurses of her time), testifies to her exist-
ence and her good sense and sympathy,
otherwise we should know nothing.
It is the same in the letter'. Even as
a younger woman she still was mys-
terious. DICKENS seems to have treated
her rather as an ideal — shall we say a
Grail? — than as an entity of flesh and
blood. It was years after this letter
Aunt Jane. "REALLY, GLADYS, THE BATHING DRESSES YOU GIRLS WEAR ARE DIS-
GRACEFUL. LOOK AT ME ; DO I SHOW MY FIGURE?"
that he wrote Martin Chuzzlcivit, yet
he forgot nothing. Mrs. Harris, as he
then called the object of his early pas-
sion, is still vague, impalpable; but
through the vivid eyes of her friend,
Mrs. Gamp, we see her older, wiser.
The letter is dated April 1, 1828.
DICKENS, it will be remembered, was
born in 1812, and was thus in the
neighbourhood of sixteen— a notoriously
inflammable age.
We should premise that the italics in
it are our own ; but were ever phrases
more significant read in the light of
after events ? After perusing the letter
the reader will more than ever wonder
how it came to be preserved. Though
they may not be responsible for this,
the heirs of DICKENS are surely its
legal owners.
But here is the precious document : —
BELOVED, — If only I knew who you
were and what you looked like how much
happier I should be ! Yet should I ?
This is a question which I ponder
throughout the watches of the night.
To love an unknown is to palpitate in
the presence of every woman. I do not
even know if you will get this letter,
since if I put no address on it how can
it ever reach you ? And how can I put
an address if I do not know one? I do
not even know that you exist at all,
but it relieves my feelings to address
you thus. If ever I can make you
famous trust me to do so. At present
I am all at sea about my future, but
should I at any time take, as I some-
times dream of doing, to fiction, you
may rely upon being owe of my dearest
heroines.
Fond charmer, farewell.
Your adoring C. D.
Proofs of the above article having
been sent to various of those eminent
150
PUNCH, OR THE LONDON CHARIVARI.
[AUGUST 13, 1913.
Actor. "I MUST INSIST OS BEING PAID FOR BEHSABSAL8."
Manager. "WHAT ox EARTH FOB? I NEVER HEARD OF SUCH A THING."
Aden-. "BECAUSE LATELY I *VE HAD SO MANY SIX WEEKS' REHEARSALS FOE A TEN DAYS* RUN. Bui I DON'T MIND GIVING THE
PERFORMANCES FREE."
men whose opinion on everything is
so valuable, we are in the fortunate
position of being able to print a selection
of their comments.
Sir WILLIAM BOBERTSON NICOLL
writes: "Since the BRONTE bombshell
fell and proved once and for all that
CHARLOTTE did not invent her Pro-
fessor, there has been nothing so epoch-
making as the discovery of . the
Dickens-Hams romance. As an old
student of Martin Chuzzlcivit, which I
first read in a corner of the Manse
library at Fecclewonish, near Canter-
bury, in the green monthly parts in
which it was issued, I must confess
that the revelation is no surprise to me,
for there are words in which DICKENS
refers to this romantic lady which
either meant something or nothing.
But I can understand that to the mass
of readers the story will be startling.
The thanks of the whole world are due
to Punch for its enterprise."
Sir CLEMENT SHORTER writes : " Al-
though not interested as a rule in other
students' discoveries, I must admit to
feeling a flush of excitement as I per-
used this absorbing letter. Probably
no one in either hemisphere has a finer
collection than myself of books relat-
ing to the wizard of Gadshill, which
occupy exactly eighty-three shelves of
the hovel in which I take shelter when
the toils of the day are do*he."
Sir GILBERT PARKER writes : " As
one of the most prolific of modern
novelists may I say that the story of
the young DICKENS'S infatuation for this
lady is well within the bounds of
credibility. Most youths destined one
day to enthral their fellows by the
magic of the written word would have
to plead guilty to similar periods of
enamourment. I recollect — " [Next,
please. — ED.]
Mr. FRANK HARRIS writes : " An
absorbing narrative. . . . But she was,
strange to say, no relation of mine, nor
did I ever interview her."
Mr. T. P. O'CONNOR, M.P., writes:
" A more astounding pageant of heart-
beats never found its way to paper. All
our ideas of DICKENS must be revised
by the light of this supreme discovery."
Mr. HALL CAINE writes : " Weary as
I am from the task of putting forth
another earth-shaking romance, 1 may,
I trust, be excused from entering
minutely into this matter. It was my
privilege to know DICKENS personally,
and he always struck me as a man in
whose deep recesses in early youth a
fierce fire might have glowed, leaving
behind it such scars and cicatrices as an
unrequited passion is known by masters
of the human heart to cause. 1 say no
more, except that an analysis of certabi
cognate effects of the emotion ot lovu
will be found in my new novel, which
has just succeeded in getting noiselessly
born into a hard world."
" Two boys, Oundlc and Tonbrid^o, tied for
the Spencer Cup. In the shoot of! the Cup \va;
von by Oundle." — Eastern 1'rmincc J!
Young Master Gigglesw-ick was un.-
placed.
PUNCH, OR THE LONDON CHABIVABL— AvftVM 13, 1913.
JESCUIAPIUS IN LONDON.
LOOK AS IF YOU KNEW
ALL ABOUT MICROBES, SIR. COULDN'T YOU FIND ME AN ANTIDOTE TO THIS?"
AUGUST 13, 1913.]
PUNCH, OK THE LONDON CHARIVARI.
153
ESSENCE OF PARLIAMENT.
(EXTRACTED FUOM TUB DIAIIY OP TODY, M.I'.)
House of Commons, Monday, A ugust 4.
—Bank Holiday ; shops shut ; banks
closed ; City empty ; all the world
abroad in search of amusement.
GKNKKATJ CARSON finds his in Ulster
•where he has stirred the population to
profounder depths by hinting at issim
of warrant for his arrest by " this
wretched, rotten, discredited and hire-
ling Government."
" Let them come on," said the Defiant
Covenanter. " I know nothing about
their intentions. I care less."
Bather spoiled effect of this bold
declaration by the aside, "It may be true
" The Defiant Covenanter."
they have issued a warrant. One thing
I feel certain of is they will never
execute it."
Following general example House of
Lords is literally shut up. Peers off
to Hampstead or Greenwich bant on
making a day of it. Only the Commons,
dogged in industry, loyal to call of duty,
go on with their work as if Bank
Holiday were not.
Cannot say we are inconveniently
crowded. Gaps on both sides, in-
cluding two front benches. When
SPEAKER took Chair one quarter of
House was, by exception, thronged to
fullest capacity. This the Distinguished
Strangers' Gallery appropriated at
opening of sittings to accommoda-
tion of Parliamentary agents in charge
of Private Bills. As usual in last fort-
night of a session there is accumulation
of these measures. U rgent anxiety to
get them through before Prorogation.
-
" Peers off to Hampstead."
Fully a score stand on Order of the
Day awaiting permission to advance a
stage. In ordinary circumstances this
would be agreed to as matter of course.
Circumstances to-day not ordinary.
TIM HEALY is interested in a Bill pro-
moted by Urban District authority of
Kingstown to provide electric lighting
for the town. Board of Trade elimi-
nated this provision.
TIM, accustomed to trace untoward
circumstances back to Source of All
Evil, discovers in this procedure hand
of JOHN REDMOND. Why or where-
fore no one out of Ireland can say.
However it be, suspicion suffices to
bring TIM up in arms.
" If they put out our light," ho
grimly says, " I '11 put out everybody
else's."
Good as his word. As Clerk at
Table read out list of Private Bills
with proposal that they should be read
a third time, TIM, half rising from
his seat and politely removing his hat,
murmured, "I object."
That sufficed. The wisdom of Par-
liament in this respect provides no
appeal against dictum of a single
member, animated by whatsoever per-
sonal motive. One by one the Bills
were blocked. The end reached, the
Parliamentary agents slowly filed out
of Gallery, despair written on their
brows, dejection enfeebling their foot-
steps. Spectacle calculated to move
the hardest heart.
" Sorry for them," said TIM. " Good
chaps, I 'm sure, and I don't care
tuppence about their Gas and Water
Bills. I 'm concerned only for Kings-
town's little scheme. They 'd better
call and see JOHN REDMOND and come
back to-morrow."
Business done. — Report Stage of
Supply closed. Four million sterling
voted as rapidly as questions put from
the Chair.
Tuesday. — Ever since last Wednes-
day, when five stout Unionists were
discovered in a single bathroom, in
preparation for a snap division, what
time the Terrace silently filled with
figures entering on tiptoe through the
passage leading from the Speaker's
Courtyard, Ministerial Whips have
been in state of feverish perturbation.
Ambuscade defeated only by rarest turn
of luck. Whisper of the plot reached
Whips' Room just before dinner hour.
Extraordinary effort succeeded in
mustering a majority. As it was it ran
down to thirty-three.
Reported that at least one more
attempt will be made on this lofty piano
of opposition to defeat Government
before Prorogation. Accordingly, in
these closing days of a session un-
speakably wearying, Ministerialists are
not only brought down every day in full
number; they are throughout the sitting
shepherded with assiduity that prevents
escape. Bitterness of the cup aggra-
vated by discovery that Opposition
Benches remain half -empty. When
division bell rings less than a hundred
saunter into Opposition Lobby, whilst
Tm HEALT holds up a few Bills.
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PUNCH, OR THE LONDON CHARIVARI.
[AUGUST 13, 1913.
two hundred and fifty to three hundred I oldest. The best part of a life now
weary patriots troop into the other. drifting on to limit of three-score-years-
Th'is circumstance obviously does not : and - ten was spent in tumultuous
alter the situation. Bather it imposes career of War Correspondent. Priva-
increase of precaution. A few nights
of this kind of thing has inevitable
tendency to disarm suspicion and
slacken "effort. That done, the bath-
rooms may again on eve of critical
division become inconveniently
lated, and the darkened
Ten-ace swarm afresh with
ghostlike figures watchful
for signal to rush the House.
'Tis a noble game, main-
taining loftiest traditions
of Mother of Parliaments.
One sometimes marvels
what that shrewd observer
the Man in the Street thinks
about it.
Business done. — The
tion suffered in discharge of duties in
field and camp that won for him high
place in world of journalism undermined
his health, leaving him in condition
approaching physical helplessness.
popu- >! Does not often come down to fill the
"Parliamentary agent*
their brows."
slowly filed out of gallery, despa
MEMBER FOB SARK gives notice of a ! seat reserved for him by easy access
Bill to amend The Public Washhouses from door under Strangers' Gallery.
and Baths" Act. • Seems hopeless to
endeavour at this period of session to
attempt fresh legislation. SARK ex-
plains that it is a one-clause measure
prohibiting overcrowding of bathrooms.
Even if it is blocked its introduction
will serve good purpose since it will
thereupon be printed and circulated,
affording opportunity
during the Recess.
for reflection
Sometimes talks of retiring from scene
familiar for more than thirty years.
Colleagues will not hear of such thing.
As long as he likes to hold the seat his
constituents will return him, and his
comrades at Westminster will welcome
him. So when his presence is required
for critical division his name is found
in list of voters.
From moment he appears on the
TIM HEALY triumphs over Board of I scene till he quits ifc he is attended
Trade in respect of their meddling
with the Kingstown private Bill.
Friendly understanding arrived at,
other private Bills will be allowed to
make progress.
Friday. — A few days ago BONNER
LAW publicly confessed that House of
Commons is rapidly losing its interest.
In measure the statement is incontest-
able. Various explanations might be
offered. Most obvious is change of
personnel, marked in especial degree on
Front Opposition Bench. Have known
the place longer even than BONNER
LAW. Man and boy have lived in
closest intimacy with it for full forty
years. Confess to occasional fleeting
mood of impatience at recurrent in-
tervals of dulness. But aufond House
remains what it always has been, a
marvellous microcosm of humanity.
In common with humanity it suffers
from a tendency to descend to pettiness
of manner. But it is capable of rising
to loftiest heights.
Just heard of little incident that
illustrates its multiform character.
Hesitate to set it forth in cold print.
Seems too intimate to gossip about, yet
too charming to hide.
In the ranks of one of the sections
of Party which make up conglomerate
of the House is a Member who in
point of service ranks
with watchful solicitude by the Party
Whip. Setting aside other engage-
ments, howsoever important, this busy
gentleman guides his faltering footsteps,
looks after his evening meal, sits by
him as he partakes of it, helpful as a
nurse with a little child.
As was said of a gentleman accus-
tomed to dye his hair, the House of
Commons is not so black as it is
sometimes painted.
Business done. — In Committee on
new Marconi Contract.
Opinions differ about the value of
the Medical Congress. The proprietor
of one of our well-known remedies for
every disease under the sun declares
emphatically that it is a great waste
of time and money, being entirely
unnecessary.
The other day a remarkable incident
occurred in the Tube. A mother and
her child were there ; also
a benign-looking gentleman
with a Burmese cast of
countenance. The child, a
sickly-looking boy of some
seven summers, being no
lover of Eastern peoples and
ignorant of Western man-
ners, slowly but surely put
out his tongue at the foreign
ir written on gentleman. The wanderer
from Burma gazed long and
' intently at the tongue, then pursed his
lips and shook his head gravely. Utter-
ing a few polite words in Burmese he
leaned forward and grasped the wrist of
the child, whose howl of terror intimated
to his mother that something was
taking place. Before the train drew up
at the next station, the mother in-
formed the Burmese gentleman that he
was a foreign kidnapper, that it was no
use to raise his hat, that if she had had
her umbrella with her she would have
known what to do with it, that in
future be should hit one of his own size,
that it was disgraceful, and that she
was getting out to inform the station-
master. But for her haste her child
might have had administered to him
some potent Burmese pill that would
have sufficed to save her any further
medical expense on her offspring's
behalf.
MEDICAL CONGEESS NOTES.
LONDON is in danger of being over-
doctored. You can't be knocked down
by the simplest motor - bus without
seven or eight of its occupants alight-
ing rapidly to feel you over, set
your broken limbs, and take your
temperature in seven or eight different
languages.
A bright young pharmaceutical
chemist, with experience of the pre-
scriptions of our most eminent phy-
sicians, has been kept quite busy by
the principal hotels in deciphering the
signatures of certain of their medical
guests written in the registers, and has
made a small fortune out of the fees
the he has received.
TO A REASONABLE BEING.
LADY, I do not even know your name,
Yet is my heart bereft of its repose,
Since in the lift to-day your hat-brim
came
In sudden contact with the poet's
nose.
'Twas not your face's beauty wove the
spell ;
I did not see it, and you best can tell
If after all that was not just as well.
'Twas not your taste in dress. The hat-
brim hid
Even your summer costume from my
view.
It was not anything you said or did.
Lady, the sole sufficing charm of you
Was that your hat-pins, merciful and
wise,
Were fashioned to so sensible a si/.o
I brushed yoii close and still retained
my eyes.
AUGUST 13, 1913.]
PUNCH, OR THE LONDON CHARIVARI.
155
•
Mrs. Smith (to Smith who, starting for his annual "rest cure," is making a frantic rtish for the train).
LOCKED UP THE HOUSE ?"
1 JOHN ! ABE YOU suns YCO
TWO FATHERS TO TWO
DAUGHTERS.
[A memb3r of tho London Education Com-
mittee suggested at a recent meeting that tho
Essays of Elia was hardly tho kind of book
to be put in the hands of young women
students.]
I.
" WHAT, reading ? An improving book,
I trust ? Corne, let your father look.
LAMB? And who's LAMB, my dear
Maria ?
What are the Essays of Elia ?
I open straight away on 'd — n.'
For shame ! Away with Mr. LAMB !
'Chimney-sweeps,' ' Beggars,' 'Actors,'
' Whist ' !
A scandal to the Library list !
What ? He 's a classic ? More 's the
pity !
I shall complain to the Committee."
(lie docs.)
ii.
" I send you, mia cara figlia,
Tho volume of the gentle Elia,
Also a cutting, -which at least
May lend a relish to the feast.
tor Mr. Podsnap is not dead :
His brains alone are lapt in lead.
He lives, he lives, though sorely spent ;
We shrug our shoulders, and lament
The tyranny not overpast
Of Philistine and agelast.
Well, well ! While Mr. P. must cease,
And fade like old John Naps of Greece,
Still Ella's wit and Ella's way
Shall strike a blies upon the day
For girls to whom the postman brings
These dear ' unlicked, incondite things.' "
THE MONEY COLUMN
(As it appears to one who knoivs nothing
about it).
FEATURELESS MARKETS.
1,000, Threadnecdle Street, E.G.
The commencement of a new account
combined with the imminence of the
settlement gave the stock markets
generally a somewhat unsettled appear-
ance. To these were added some appre-
hension over the reported outbreak of
jpeace in the Balkans.
Under these circumstances it is not
surprising that Consols showed an
'irregular tendency, finally ending the
turn lower. Other gilt-edged securities
moved in sympathy, much of the gilt
having been by this time discounted.
Home Rails, despite the expanding
influence of the recent hot weather,
remained without decided movement;
the chief feature being Underground
Issues, which were inclined to rise.
Bulgarian Four-and-a-Half were un-
changed: home-brewed ditto however
being lowered freely all round. In the
American Market, Trunks were largely
enquired for, especially by Customs
officials. Yarns were, if possible, h igher.
Cements remained firm. Marconis
wero not mentioned.
The action of the Bank in restricting
facilities for withdrawal was adversely
commented upon, especially by a gentle-
man who was asked to accompany a
cashier to the police station in conse-
quence. Several important calls were
paid, mostly between 3 and 5. The
Egyptian Exchange fell off, but was
happily undamaged. Throughout the
day the Rubber market presented a
welcome exception to the general un-
certainty of tone, the leaders shedding
their customary quarter with absolute
Tegularity. The material remains raw ;
company balance-sheets being however,
in many cases, distinctly the opposite.
After the House was closed, there
was a universal set-back by the care-
takers; but the street market was
animated, bananas and collar-studs
being in brisk demand.
150
ruNcir,
OR
TJIK LONDON CHARIVARI.
[AUGUST 13, 1913.
PAGES FROM THE DIARY OF
A FLY.
(lit/ our Charivcariely Article.')
K in Town again, and, by Jove,
it 's good to be there ! Feeling some-
what run down, I decided, the other
day, to try the effect of a whiff of
country air. So 1 flew to Waterloo,
entered an empty first-class carriage — I
did not feel well enough for company-
settled myself comfortably in a corner of
the well-padded seat, and got out at the
first wayside station that took my
fancy. But Town for me; Country's
a rotten hole. Nothing there but a lot
of stupid scenery and doltish animals.
Too many birds, too, making darts at
you. What their grievance against us
is 1 don't know. It was different with
a silly sow who snapped at me one day.
There is a saying, "If pigs could fly . . ."
The clumsy brutes can't, of course,
while we flies can pig — see us in a
confectioner's shop — and that 's what
makes them jealous.
Taking it all in all, Country is an
unexciting, sleepy place, and I have no
use for it. So, feeling better, except
for a slight sore throat, I boarded a
train again this morning, and here I
am back again in dear old London. I
always travel by rail in spite of its
being a somewhat old-fashioned method
of locomotion — but I am a beggar for
comfort. A fly friend of mine went to
Brighton, the other day, free of expense,
sitting on a motor-car. But he bad to
hang on like grim death all the time ;
the thing went at such a pace that he
was more than once nearly blown off.
His poor eyes became so inflamed that
he was a sight for days afterwards, and
he caught the cold of his life.
I am staying at Lord Belchester's
mansion in Piccadilly. That is one
advantage that we flies enjoy. All the
best houses are open to us, and we can
leave when we get bored. I fancy I
shall stay here some time, for it is a
well-appointed house with a capital
larder, and the position is convenient,
being near to both St. James's and
Hyde Parks, which are so handy when
one wants a breather.
After a feed in the larder and a rest
on the drawing-room sofa, where I
sprawled at full length for over an hour,
I felt fit for anything. So I sought
out the house-dog, dear old Rover. I
found him trying to get to sleep in
the library. I did the most hazardous
things. I tickled his nozzle, and once
I sailed right through his open mouth,
he snapping his jaws just after I was
the other side of him. Once or twice
the dear old fellow tried strategy. Ho
would pretend suddenly to have fallen
into a sound sleep, hoping to catch me
that way, but naturally 1 saw the one
eye open. Finally I settled on the
lower part of one of the window panes.
He rushed at it, attempted to crush me
with his great fat paw, of course missed
me, but broke the window, cut his paw,
and no doubt later on got a sound
thrashing from his master.
After that I went and plagued a beast
of a yellow cat named Tabby Ochre, who
lay in front of the kitchen fire. This
was perhaps more enjoyable than dog-
bailing, for with a cat there is always
an element of danger, and that makes
it real sport. However, in spite of the
snakiness and celerity of her move-
ments, Tabby Ochre never got me, and
I left her in a deuce of a temper, saying
to myself, "Heaven save the mouse
who comes her way within the next
two hours."
I think that my country trip must
have done me more good 'than I
imagined, I feel so well and fit and
frolicsome to-day.
I decided I would now go back and
chaff poor old Rover. So to the library,
where, however, I found much bigger
game. Asleep in a chair, with a book
in his lap — he is a well-known book-
lover — was my lord himself. He had
the most lovely bald head I have ever
hit upon. It is perfectly smooth and
shiny. It is astonishing how bald heads
vary. It is the exception to find one
without a blemish. Some of them are
most miserable objects, absolutely lack-
ing in polish and with unexpected
hillocks springing up here and there.
Lord Belchester has the perfect cranium
one might expect from a man of his
wealth and position. I had Winter
Sports on it — some of the finest skating
and tobogganing that have ever come
my way. My word, but my lord did
get angry ! And what amused me was
that he was not a bit more clever at it
than old Rover. Every now and then
he gave himself a violent slap on the
head with his hand, hoping I would go
pfutt under it, but, of course, I always
saw the hand coming, and he must
have got a sad head-ache. And he
threw his valuable book at rne, missing
me but ruining the book. Finally he
rang the bell for his chief flunkey.
" Yes, m'lord ? " asked that gloomy
functionary. " Glanders, kill that
fly," said his lordship. "Very well,
m'lord," said Glanders. That made
me feel quite important. I was flat-
tered that this gorgeous and dignified
personage should be told off to have a
game with me, and I gave Glanders
a great time. He fell over a chair,
broke two valuable Chiny vases, and
finally when, out of sheer devilry, I
settled for a second on the bald head
again, he lost his, and brought a hand
down on my lord's pate with such
force that the pompous ass was dis-
missed on the spot. Then, as the
game was beginning to pall on me, I
flew out of the window, through the
hole Rover had made, roaring with
laughter, into the sunshine.
In the open, as I ilew along, I medi-
tated on men and their ways. How
impotent they are ! Size is by no
means everything. Why, these stupid
giants cannot even walk on the ceiling
or crawl up a wall. The smug self-
satisfaction of men amuses me when-
ever I think of it. I really believe they
consider themselves our superiors.
While I was pondering these tilings
I suddenly heard a voice behind me
cry, " W7hy, it 's Leslie ! How are you,
dear? I haven't seen you for ages."
I turned round and saw Editha, an old
flame of mine, of whom I had tired
long ago. I looked at her and won-
dered how I could ever have been in
love with her. She had fine eyes, it is
true, but bandy legs, and altogether
she looked a dowd ; one of her wings
was actually in boles. " Do go away,
please," I said, " I don't want to be
interrupted. I am thinking." With a
sigh she dropped behind. Lord, how
she has lost her looks ! And to think
that she was once known as " The
Merry Widow"! Poor thing! What
is there about me, I wonder, that
makes me so confoundedly attractive
to the other sex ? I suppose they like
me because I am such a dare-devil.
Still, it has its advantages. It enables
me to pick and choose, and, if it were
not that these lines may fall into the
hands of the young, I could tell a tale
or two of amours low and high.
(To be continued.)
AT A MATRIMONIAL AGENCY.
(Meeting after Correspondence.)
" HE comes ; a wild, ecstatic thrill
Consumes my heart, and sudden fire
Burns in a cheek unravished still — •
Can this be William Jones, Esquire?"
" So she is there, and I must take
Her hand in mine and say the word.
But must I ? There is some mistake.
Can this be Arabella Bird? "
O married life of mutual doubt !
O secret shame ! Forbear to laugh,
Since each had sinned in sending out
Another person's photograph.
"This ceremony concluded, tea was taken
in the shady Fellows' garden."
Daily Telegraph.
In our pupillary state we always had
our suspicions of these Fellows.
AOGUBT 13, 1913.] PUNCH, OR THE LONDON CHARIVARI. 157
OH LOOKING CLOSELY AT THE HOLD,
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AT EITHER.
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MS. PVXCU'S ADVICE TO THOSE WHO FIND THEMSELVES "OFF" THIS BBANCB OF THE GAME.
158
PUNCH, OR THE LONDON CHARIVARI.
[AUGUST 13, 1913.
THE LAKE.
" OH," said Francesca, " that hurt."
" I am sorry," I said, " I had to slap your face,
was a horse-fly feeding on your damask cheek."
" But you needn't have slapped so hard."
"Yes," I said, "1 need. These Swiss horse-flies are
desperate fellows. A mere handful of them can kill a cow.
Francesca, I would not have you perish in your prime."
" But why," she said, " are you stopping again ? At this
rate we shall never get to Lac Lioson. Come, pull yourself
together. The children are far ahead out of sight."
" Let them," I said, " remain out of sight. They have no
families, no husbands, no wives, no five-franc pieces, no
heavy boots, no cares of any kind ; and they have Arthur
with them. Arthur is the best of fellows. He will look
after them."
" Get up," she said, " and let us press on."
" No," I said, " not yet. In two minutes we will resume
our climb. It is the hard-boiled egg that is impeding me."
" Which one ? " she said. " You ate three."
" The second," I said, " was the largest. I think it is the
second. This will be a lesson to me never to eat more than
the first and third."
" There," she said, " Arthur 's shouting back. He says it
is just round the corner."
"I have learnt," I said, "to distrust Arthur. We have
been climbing these precipitous ascents for more than an
hour, and, according to Arthur, the lake has been round
every corner. You must admit, Francesca, that the corners
have been most deceptive."
"Are you going," she said, "to make me ashamed of
having brought out a husband who cannot walk ? "
" I will admit," I said, " that, if you wanted the husband
who would walk to Lac Lioson in record time under a
broiling sun, then you brought the wrong one. The one
you have brought is an enjoyer of scenery, a smoker of
occasional cigarettes, a taker of his ease, a despiser of the
mad rush that is ruining human nature, a man, in fact, who,
having rested, is willing to push on gently."
" Push along, then," she said.
" I am not sure," I said, " that ' push ' was quite the
right "word."
" ' Drag,' " she said, " would have been better."
" No, ' move ' was what I wanted. I will now move on
gently with you."
" We shall never catch them up," she said. " They 're
miles ahead."
" There you go, Francesca. Arthur says it is round the
next corner, and you say it is miles away. I refuse to make
any further concessions to this lake. From all I hear it is
not a real lake at all. It is a mere tarn, a silly little sheet
of water up in the mountains. We have plenty of tarns in
England."
"But you're not in England," she said. "You're in
Switzerland, and you 've come out with your wife and
family to see Lac Lioson, and if you hadn't sat down and
rested about a hundred times you 'd have been there by
now. If only I had been a man "
"That's just it," I interrupted. "If you had been a
man you wouldn't have been so set on seeing this lake.
You would have let me rest without worrying me. You
wouldn't have made me carry all the girls' sweaters in case
they should find it cold at the lake. In fact you wouldn't
have wanted to see this ridiculous lake at all. But, being a
woman, of course you 're quite different."
" At any rate," she said, " this is going to be your last
rest. When once you get off that tree-stump you '11 have
to walk on till you get to the lake."
" Then I shan't get up," I said. " I shall stay here andi
let you go round all the remaining corners. Leave me,
Francesca, and get on to the children. You will find my
body here when you come back."
" I will never," she said, " desert Mr. Micawber. Up
you get. That's it! "
" Francesca," I said, " for your sake I will put my least
damaged foot forward. Let us get to this lake and throw
stones at it. One more corner, and — — "
It really was the lake this time.
THE SCHOOL FOR SUCKLINGS.
[Wo learn from The Daily Express that an American professor has
'been denouncing "baby-talk." "Every bit of tho foolish jargon
taught to babies nowadays will have to be unlearned some day," lie
said in a recent lecture. "The average father and mother, instead
of preparing their child for school, instead of establishing a fouiuUitiui
for education and knowledge, do the very opposite."]
THEBE 's a pucker in Frederick's forehead,
There 's an ominous look in his eye,
And I fancy he 's forming a horrid
And hasty decision to cry ;
And it 's oh for the syrup that 's soothing
To smother the imminent row —
For the prattle so potent in smoothing
The creases that wrinkle his brow !
But the power that rules over the cradle
Has started a novel crusade :
Henceforth, 'tis determined, a spade '11
Be plainly described as a spade ;
And baby, who '11 shortly be burning
To win academical bays,
Shall skip the ordeal of unlearning
The lore of his nursery days.
No longer shall "diddums" and "poppet"
Our Freddie to peacefulness woo ;
That language is dead — we're to drop it ;
We Jve uttered our ultimate " goo " ;
Though our temper he sorely should try by
A fixed disposition to weep,
He '11 never be told to " go bye-bye,"
But simply requested to sleep.
In place of those fatuous fables
We lately prescribed for his pain
We '11 recite him the multiple tables,
Or a list of the rivers of Spain ;
He shall taste in his cot of the pleasures
He 's destined at school to enjoy—
The tale of the weights and the measures,
Including the travail of Troy.
When he's cross, we shall bid him remember
The year CosuR-DE-LiON was crowned,
And how many days hath September,
And how many pence make a pound.
Endowed with these generous riches,
He '11 grow a remarkable lad —
Unless, ere he 's put into breeches,
His brain-drill has driven him mad.
" An official circular from the Governor-General's office states that
the Duke and Duchess of Connaught will prolong their stay in
England until October 7, in order that they may attend tho wedding
of Prince Arthur and the Duchess of Fife, which has been fixed for
October 15. — Renter." — Newcastle Evening Chronicle.
It will be a shock to them to find that they have missed
it after all.
AUGUST 13, 1913.]
PUNCH, OR THE LONDON CHARIVARI.
159
Self-satisfied Shot. "Noi A BAD ONE THAT, SANDY, EH?"
Saiuly (gathering another winged bird). "HAN, YE 'D BE A GIUAND SHOT FOB ANE o' THESE BETMEVEB TRIALS. THEY'RE
TERRIBLE FOND o' WOUNDED BUH-R-DS."
OUR BOOKING-OFFICE.
(By Mr. Punch's Staff of Learned Clerks.)
The Pot of Basil which Mr. BERNARD CAPES has produced
with the assistance of Messrs. CONSTABLE is the sort of
plant which should thrive on idle summer beaches. Perhaps
you will bo pleasantly intrigued (as I was) to meet on an
early page and anything more than a hundred and fifty
years ago a brave equipage lumbering up the high road
containing a handsome gentleman in uncustomary suit of
solemn but costly black. Very well then. This is an
Archduke incognito. And lo ! at a turn of the pass appears
a vision of delight, apparently just a casual fair maiden of
the place in difficulties about a water-lily, but really the
destined princess, ISABELLA, granddaughter of Louis XV.
of France and daughter of PHILIP, Duke of PARMA. And
of course the Archduke must needs send a deputy to do his
wooing, one Tiretla, an honourable soldier-courtier with a
very pretty light tenor voice and a troubadour's gift of
improvisation, a sort of cross between Charles Wogan and
Paolo. Follows the inevitable tragic consequence, aided by
wretched mischances and very thorough and rather incredible
and insufliciently motived villainy on the one part and an
ingenuous lack of suspicion on the other. Mr. CAPES is an
accustomed weaver of romances. Perhaps custom has staled
his form a little. I doubt if he would once have thought
that anyone even in the seventeen-sixties would say, " Hark
to that chink, Gaspare ! A double silver ducat to line your
old breeches withal ! " And I am inclined to wish that he
had not chosen a pot of basil in which to boil up the
unhappy authentic ingredients of his romance, for the basil
need have had nothing to do with the case and seemed
forced rather than pleasantly fanciful. But Mr. CAPES is
nothing if not allusive and one understands his temptation.
The Scarlet Pimpernel, you may be glad to hear, is at it
again. He was, I fancy, too profitable a servitor of the
Baroness ORCZY to be allowed to remain permanently in re-
tirement, however well-earned. His reappearance should be
for everyone's benefit, especially since it shews him engaged
upon such an excellent adventure as that set out in Eldorado
(HODDEH AND STouGHTON). This time his objective is the
rescue of the Dauphin. " Could I, or anyone else, doubt for
a moment that sooner or later your romantic hero would
turn his attention to the most pathetic sight in the whole
of Europe — the child-martyr in the Temple prison ? " asks
one of the characters in an early chapter. Of course not ;
no more could the Pimpernel's enormous public. So it is
well that their confidence has been rewarded. No one at
this time of day will be astonished to learn that the mission
is a triumphant success, and the little prince safely smuggled
over the frontier ; for your Pimpernel is not the man to be
checked by so trifling an obstacle as historical accuracy.
The future course of events with the child is not indicated.
What is of far more importance is that the tale shows
Sir James Blakeney at his delightful best — witty, debonair,
and so resourceful that even when things look darkest the
reader can rest upon the comfortable assurance that all
will come right in the end. There were moments when,
but for this conviction, my own optimism would have been
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PUNCH, OR THE LONDON CHARIVAHI.
[AUGUST 13, 1913.
ou-Iv tried Still I ought to have guessed that the 'example of the compressed and unexpected. There is a
bandaged ruffian was really Mr. FKKD TEBUY— I mean the certain movement and fantastic vitality about this writer's
Pimpernel— w disguise, because this sort of thing has
happened before. That I didn't is my tribute to a breathless,
improbable and most entertaining story.
There was once, you may remember, a gentleman named
STKHNE who wrote a book called A Sentimental Journey.
Since then there have been others of like mind, such (for
example) as STEVENSON, BELLOC, and plenty more whom I
could mention, but have forgot. The point about these
persons? is that they all wrote books of easy-going travel,
and (which is the strange thing) wrote them in very much
the same style. There appears indeed to be a Common
Form in these matters. The latest exponent of it is
Mr. WILLIAM CAINE, whose book The New Foresters
(NISBET) is not only an interesting study for the stylist,
but incidentally as entertaining a record as you could desire
to read. Mr. CAINE, being, as is clearly apparent, of the
stuff of which adventurers are made, has hit upon a bright
idea. Perceiving that
motors and their attendant
dust have rendered high-
road caravanning a humi-
liation and torture not will-
ingly to be endured, he
determined with his wife to
explore only such side tracks
as were impossible to the
Destroyers. To this end,
having secured a small cart
and a moderately reason-
able ass, he started upon a
leisurely tour of the New
Forest, with such results as
are here set down. It is a
book that any fool can
enjoy and chuckle over;
but to the choice company
who love the Forest and
its enchanting villages as a
man may love good ale, or
a mistress, or the apples
that grow in a certain
orchard near Minstead (I had to put that in), it will be a
pure delight. I should like to quote from almost every
chapter. \Vhatmorecouldonesay? Buy it at once.
"KiCHARD DEHAN'S" method hardly lends itself to short
story writing. It needs the elbow-room which it (and I)
emphatically enjoyed in Between Tiro Thieves. The Head-
quarter Recruit (HEINEMANN) is, I am afraid, a sheaf of not
very notably inspired or diverting pot-boilers, and their
author is less concerned with probabilities of situation and
character than any I have the honour to be acquainted
with. The stories set out, for the most part, on a gay
Kiplingesque note of genial allusiveness, but the plausibility
of that adroit model is not at command. Besides, "his
horses, his dogs, his guns, his hunters were discussed and
rediscussed by men at clubs, in Fleet ward-rooms and
garrison mess-rooms;" "the adjutant said in a tone that
work even when, as in several of the examples collected
in this volume, it is brimful of defects of matter and faults
of style. And vitality is, after all, a better thing than
flawlessness.
" Hundreds of men," says Mr. S. E. WHITE, in Tltc Land
of Footprints (NELSON), " are better qualified than my-
self to write just this book." I commend his modesty.
cut down to a mere
B. had not yet killed
"CAN MY 'KRBERT BATHE 'EKE, MUM? "E AIN'T GOT KO UNIVERSITY
COSTUME, BUT *E 's GOT 'IS ETON COLLAIV AND 'IS COLLIDOE CAP ON."
and only wish that he had carried it a little further and
refrained from disparaging hunter-authors in general, an
invidious task to which he devotes the first chapter of his
book. But apart from this error of judgment I have only
one fault to find with him, and it is that he refers to his
comrades as B., C. and F. This reticence may have been
obligatory, but all the same I can never pretend to a very
human interest in a man who is
initial; and when I was told that '
his lion, so the shot was his," I confess that my concern
about the issue was largely
academic. On the other
hand I found unqualified
virtue elsewhere in Mr.
WHITE'S reticence. He lias
not revelled in details of
indiscriminate slaughter.
If I happened to bo a
Grant's gazelle, a Newman's
hartebeeste, or a lesser kudu
and had to be hunted, I
should esteem it a privilege
to be pursued by such au
unblood thirsty sportsman as
the author of The Land of
Footprints. It is more than a
thrilling story of adventure,
for Mr. WHITE shows that
lie is a man of broad sym-
pathies and understanding,
who not only can deal suc-
cessfully with primitive
tribes like the Kikuyus,
Monumwezis and Wakam-
If Memba Sasa and Fiindi
rang like bell-metal; " " the pale translucent hazel eyes of the to the identity of the thief. But the finish
young lady flashed violet ; " and these things, I imagine, are surprise to me, and I natter myself that most
no longer done, though they are well-known and convenient
ingredients for the wholesale manufacture of fiction. But
"The Fourth Volume," the story of the wife who married
on his death-bed the hussar who had broken his back
a-hunting is, strangely enough, as short and as ingenious
in construction as one could desire ; quite a satisfactory
bas, but really knows them,
ever happen to come my way I shall feel that on their
side the ceremony of introduction has already been most
pleasantly performed.
In my experience there are two kinds of satisfaction to be
derived from a good detective story. One is a sense of
triumph when you have spotted the winning clue and find
that you are right ; the other a sense of relief following the
solution of a mystery that has left you baffled till the last
page. In The Widow's Necklace (DUCKWORTH) Mr. ERNEST
DAVIES gives a taste of both kinds. Without claiming any
very deep skill in detection I was able to guess pretty early
in the story how the theft was accomplished, and I felt
continually desirous of kicking the slow official sleuth
because he didn't guess, too. I also had a correct suspicion,
not, I confess, unclouded by one or two incorrect ones, as
ihe finish was a complete
that most of Mr. DAVIKS'S
readers — and he deserves a good many — will find themselves
in the same position.
"At the 17th the captain won by laying his iron shot about 110
yards on the green at the 18th hole dead." — Croydon Advertiser.
We have often laid our drive dead on the wrong green.
20, 1913.]
PUNCH, OK THE LONDON CHARIVARI.
1G1
CHARIVARIA.
A TOPICAL touch was given to the pro-
ceedings of the Congress hy Dr. WALSH,
who, in a paper which he read, under-
took the white- washing of LUCRKX.IA
human shores ' as 'cold ablation' with-
out a blush, and under circumstances
that called for great accuracy." The
classic
lapses
instance,
KKATS'S
however, of such
" pure ablution," a
In view of the present pretty custom
of su^(>s) ing that a Cabinet Minister is
mixed up in every scandal of the day, it
seems almost uncanny that no one should
have hinted darkly
.-il the possihility of Mr.
II i:i!i!i:i(T SAMUEL'S
having purloined the
famous pearl necklace,
which is admitted to
have been consigned hy
P°st- * *
Mr. HALL CAINE
announces that his new
hook has been com-
manded hy the Arch-
deacon of WEST-
MINSTER, Archdeacon
SIXCLAIH, Sir DAVID
JONES, Mr. WILLIAM
CANTON, the Eev.
Father JAY, and Sister
MILDRED. May we add
that one of our aunts
also liked it, while Miss
Effie Smith (of Balham)
has written to say that
she thinks it lovely and
so interesting?
* -:t
During the last week
of the Eoyal Academy
Exhibition sixpence was
charged for admission.
eral visitors ex-
pressed the opinion that
it was well worth the
slip which remained uncorrected not
only during the poet's lifetima, but
down to the appearance of The Writing
of J'!injlish.
* *
*
As a result of investigations into
the sanitary conditions of the French
money.
* *
THE UNSEASONABLE NUT.
Minx. "WHATEVER ARE THOSE FEATHERS DOIKC?"
Kilt. " On, I MUST HAVE FORGOTTEN TO TAKE 'EM OUT OP MY POCKET AFTER
LAST MONDAY'S SHOOT."
this will prove to be the first of a series
of attempts to gain the support of the
rising generation.
Suffragettes tried un-
successfully to burn
clown the Higher Grade
Schools at Sutton-in-
Ash field last week. We understand that Ciiamber of Deputies it has been dis-
covered that on occasions there are
75,000 microbes there to the cubic yard.
The scandal of this overcrowding'is to
be taken up at once by the local Society
for the Protection of Animals.
*.*
The gentleman who wrote to a con-
temporary last week from Saffron
Walden to announce that three degrees
of frost were registered there on the 7th
of August did, after all, serve a useful
orgetful editor, we are
reading the news, sud-
Co.
" Among Messrs. London, Wcekes &
most recent publications s an
'effective setting of Tennyson's im-
mortal ' Break, Break, Break.' " This
should have an encouraging circulation
among the militants.
* *
Says the author 'of The Writing of
English, just published in the Home
University Library:— "So precise a
person as Matthew Arnold misquotes 0 0
Koats's 'Pure ablation round earth's.! Christmas Number.
VOL cxr.v.
purpose.
informed,
A
on
Visitors to Pourville have been offi-
cially forbidden " to carry away in any
vessel or receptacle any quantity of sea
water except by special licence." The
local lock - up should bo badly over-
crowded on the first rough day by
bathers who have inadvertently swal-
lowed some of the precious liquid.
A short way with posts ! A prisoner,
up before Mr. HOIUCK SMITH (himself a
poet) last week, asked him to read a poem
he had written. The
magistrate read one
verso, and then sen-
tenced the prisoner to
three months' imprison-
ment in default of find-
ing two sureties for his
good behaviour.
' :':•
The news that in the
excitement of a cricket
match a Lead) youth
who had been dumb for
ten years regained his
speech does not surprise
us. Wo have heard the
most reticent man we
know say quite a lot at
the wickets when the
ball hit him sharply on
the little finger.
"A VICAU'S MOBAL,"
announced a paragraph
in The Daily Mail.
" Dear, dear ! Have we
come to this?" com-
mented an old lady, " A
vicar with only one
moral ! " ^ +
At a ball that fol-
lowed a rustic wedding
the other day, there was
a violent quarrel be-
tween the bride and
bridegroom owing to the
lady's dancing several
times with her hus-
band's former rival.
Upon the bridegroom's boxing the bride's
ears, the guests thrashed him and threw
him out. Among the superstitious peas-
antry the incident is looked upon asabad
omen, and the wiseacres are prophesy ing
that the marriage will not be a success.
*._*
The Eev. Canon "AI. M. FFIXCH and
Mrs. FFINCH celebrated their golden
wedding at Northfleet, Kent, last week.
We congratulate these llove-bbirds.
,-rrSniTir.
denly remembered that he ought to be _
making arrangements at once for his j thing to his advantage."
The New Obesity Cure.
If Richard , fat boiler, will communi-
cate with Thos. ho will hear of somo-
Adrt. in " Lii-eiyool Echo."
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PUNCH, OR THE LONDON CHARIVARI.
[AUGUST 20, 1913. :
KAISER WILHELM TO KING CAROL.
(On the conclusion of Peace.)
GOOD KARL, your second loyal wire to hand,
Acknowledging receipt of Ours and sending
A further tribute to the brain that planned,
13y just allotment of another's land,
This amicable ending.
Telegrams, as you know, We've sent before,
Throwing, at well-selected points of time, light
On Our supremacy as Lord of War,
And now this new one gives Us back once more
A place within the limelight.
For, frankly, We have been for many a day
(We who were born the cynosure of nations)
Eclipsed by this loud talk of EDWAED GREY,
How he was always, in his tactful way,
Saving the situations.
Yes, We have been bored stiff; .We could not bear
Those tedious tales of how he kept his head on,
Calming the others when they lost their hair,
And, by his cool behaviour in the Chair,
Postponing Armageddon.
But now the public We so long have missed
Acclaim Us as The Man Who Made the Treaty—
Not as they make 'em at St. James's tryst,
But bearing on its face Our final fist,
German and mailed and meaty.
And, if some monarch— rival or ally—
Thinks to revise Our work a little later,
"Stett" is our comment; "let it stand!" We cry;
" Enough to know (without the reason why)
It has Our imprimatur I "
Thus WILLIAM KAISEB is himself again,
Halo on brow, superb in shining show-wear;
Once more Our prestige, slightly on the wane,
Eetrieves its former bulk and swells amain,
And EDWAED GREY is nowhere. O. S.
THE PATRIARCHAL DRAMA.
THE statement that, at the beginning of Sir HEBBEBT
BEEHBOHM TEEE'S Biblical play, Jacob (whom our great
histrionic epigrammatist is to impersonate) will be eighty-
six years of age, and at the end one hundred and six, has
caused a flutter in centenarian, circles, for hjiherto the , stage
has paid very little attention to very old men. But, since
every new dramatic departure finds instant imitators, Mr.
CLABKSON has already laid in a large stock of venerable wigs
and beards.
Sir HERBERT'S modus operandi for getting age into
him is most interesting. In his charming villeggiatura
he has been busy for some weeks on a monograph of
OLD PABB, which is said to bristle with good things ; he
has exchanged his magnificent limousine for a bath-chair ;
and his constant companion is a copy of De Scnectute. So
great has been his success, at any rate superficial success,
that in the towns he passes through in his quaint conveyance
he is deluged with old-age pensions.
There is no truth in the rumour that Sir HERBERT has
consented, in deference to the wishes (or threats) of the
W.S.P.U., to let the colours of Joseph's coat be purple,
green and white.
In giving Potipliar' s wife the name of Zuleika, Sir
HERBERT has again displayed his marvellous ingenuity and
readiness. "What shall we call her?" Mr. Louis N.
PARKER asked one day at rehearsal. Quick as lightning
came the reply, " Call her Zuleika." Any other man would
have thought for hours and then have done worse. " Or,
As you Like Her" has been suggested as a sub-title to the
play ; but Sir HERBEET is against it.
The pit used by Joseph's cruel brethren in the great
desert scene will be supplied by TEAPP AND Co.
As we go to press we learn that the sprightly piece to be
entitled Methuselah, which was confidently expected from
Mr. BOURCHIER, is not to be produced before 2163, owing
to the thoroughness of that actor's methods.
THE NEW INTERVIEWING.
(With acknowledgments to " The Observer.")
ANXIOUS to glean some information regarding the forth-
coming production at the Novelty Theatre of Mr. G.
Bernshaw's much-canvassed play, The Girl from the Niger,
our representative called upon the famous manager, Mr.
Garville Banker, and put a few leading questions to him.
"Touching The Girl from the Niger — " began our inter-
viewer in an inviting tone.
" Who 's touching her? " inquired Mr. Banker.
" — may I ask whether it is intended to give a realistic
stage-picture of the West African interior ? "
" You may," was the encouraging reply.
" Of course tho popular legend may provide the substance
of the story, or it may merely be treated in an allegorical
fashion? " it was suggested.
"There are those alternatives," said Mr. Banker.
" And I suppose you do not intend to introduce a real
tiger on the stage ? "
" Do you ? "
" If. an allegorical treatment is adopted it is possible
that the tiger may be designed to represent the retribution
that follows upon the prevailing feminine follies of the
age ? " insinuated our representative.
"The. word 'possible' covers every eventuality that
may present itself to tho imagination," replied the talented
impresario.^
~. " Do you think that an author should produce his own
plays, or that a professional producer should be universally
employed ? " was the next question. !
"I don't think," replied Mr. Banker." •
" Does Mr. Berushaw agree with your revolutionary
stage methods ? "
" I 'm afraid we shall have some rain after all," said Mr.
Banker, rising and peering anxiously out of the window.
" I presume —
" Quite so, you do."
" And one would like to know how many scenes there
will be, and who are to act in the play, and whether the
incidental music will be of Nigerian origin ? "
At this stage of the interview, however, Mr. Banker
lapsed into a contemplative silence, first toying with some
papers, then looking at his watch, and finally ringing the
bell. Concluding that little further information was to be
obtained in this quarter and hearing a heavy footstep on
the stairs, our representative took his departure.
But to one who has known what it is to interview an
actor-manager like Sir HEEBERT TREE about a forthcoming
production and to revel in the fine, free, generous manner
in which he keeps nothing back which he feels the public
ought to know — oh, what a difference !
PUNCH, OR THE LONDON CHARIVARI.— AUGUST 20, 1913.
THE GOLDEN SILENCE.
CONSCIENTIOUS M.P. " I 'M AFRAID I SHAN'T REALLY BE EARNING MY FULL SALARY
THIS YEAR WITH NO AUTUMN SESSION."
PAYMASTER BULL (weary with legislation). " DON'T YOU WORRY ABOUT THAT. YOU GO AND
TAKE A NICE LONG HOLIDAY; THE COUNTRY NEEDS IT."
'-
AUGUST 20, 1913.]
PUNCH, OR THE LONDON CHARIVARI.
1G5
Mabel (trying licr first story — {lie latest from tJie Junior Atalanta, Smoli'mg-room — on Auntie). "D'xou BEE THE roixi?"
Auntie. "!F IT'S WHAT I THINK IT is, I DON'T."
ONCE UPON A TIME.
" EAST, WEST, HAME 's BEST."
ONCE upon a time there was a little
girl who was taken to the Zoo by her
father. Her father's tastes were wholly
scientific; he paid five guineas a year
for the privilege of forgetting to give
away Sunday tickets ; he could add
F.Z.S. to his name if he liked; and
when he went in he asked for a pen,
instead of paying a shilling like inferior
folk. But the little girl was curiously
unmoved by the world's strange fauna,
whether elephants or snakes, and the
result was that she followed listlessly
and fatigued at her father's heels
throughout the expedition, while with
eager eyes he scrutinised this odd
creature and that, from the very post-
impressionisfc mandril by the Circle
?ate even to the distant and incredible
camelopards.
The little girl, I say, was listless and
fatigued — with the exception of two
moments. For it chanced that as they
walked in solemn procession through
tha house of the ostriches and the
emus and various cassowaries, each of
whom is named after his discoverer,
ihey came to the Patagonian Cavy, and
the little girl, loitering at his liars,
uttered a gasp of delight, for there,
all unconcerned and greedy, sat a tiny
English mouse, eating grain.
It looked at her with its brilliant
eyes, and nibbled as though there were
only two minutes of all time left for
refreshment; and, secure in the know-
ledge of the dividing bars, it refused
even to blink when she flicked her hand
at it. She never saw the Patagonian
Cavy at all.
"What is it? What is it?" her
father impatiently inquired.
" Hush," she said. " Do come back
and look at this darling little mouse."
"Pooh — a mouse," said her father,
and so strode on, eager to reach the
elusive apertyz. But not yet could he
do so, for at the very next compartment,
after she had dragged herself all un-
willing from this one, the little girl
stopped again, and again was absorbed,
not however in contemplation of the
Eed-bellied Wallaby which resided
there and had been brought at great
expense many thousands of miles from
Australia for her benefit, but of the half-
dozen London sparrows which fought
and scrambled and gourmandized in
the Wallaby's food tin.
" Well," said her mother when the
little girl returned, " and what did you
see that pleased you best ? " and the
little girl mentioned the mouse and the
sparrows, but chiefly the mouse.
And what of the. mouse ? " You
may call yourself a Patagonian Cavy,"
he remarked later in the evening, " but
it doesn't follow that you 're everybody.
Did you notice a little girl with a blue
honnet this afternoon ? Just after tea-
time ? The one that, called her father
hack to have another look? Well,
being a poor benighted Patagonian, you
don't, of course, know what she said,
but it wasn't what you think it was,
oh dear no. What she said was, 'Do
come back and look at this darling little
mouse," which merely," the mouse
concluded, "again illustrates an old
contention of mine that the familiar
can often give points to the startling."
"The last general election appears to have
been in October, 1910. The Constitution pro-
vides for elections every two years, so that, did
a normal state of things exist, they ought to
take place in a couple of months. It may, of
course, be pleaded, with some plausibility,
that the condition is not normal." — Tinut.
It is more likely to be pleaded that the
arithmetic is not normal.
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PUNCH, OR THE LONDON CHARIVARI.
[AUGUST 20, 1913.
PAGES FROM THE DIARY OF
A FLY.
(By our Charivariety Artiste.)
ii.
WHEN Editha fell behind I was able
to resume my meditations on humanity.
I repeat it : I really believe these men
consider themselves our superiors. I
have often tried to think why. Possibly
it is because they are so proud of
having learnt to walk on their hind
legs for a longer time at a stretch than
other animals. Still, when all is said
and done, that is but a cir-
cus trick. And how petty
are these giants, and how
cruel ! Their hatred of us
is born in them ; it comes
out in -their young ; and it
is thanks to a little brute
of a boy of seven, who
actually tried to kill me
dead, that I have only three
legs.
There are some who hold
that men are more humane
than they used to be. It is
just possible, though I find
it difficult to realise. It is
true, though, that I remem-
ber my maternal grand-
mother telling me one day
that, when she was a young
girl, it was a common sight
to see monsters walking
about the streets selling
things called Fly-papers,
diabolical contrivances
covered with some sticky
substance which were so
many death traps for us.
One would see hundreds
of flies on them either dead
or in their death agonies.
It was a gruesome sight
which, grandma said, had
often turned her sick. Poor
old lady, she met with a
violent end herself. Latterly
she suffered cruelly from
rheumatism, and one day, when she
was dragging her poor tired limbs
laboriously across the road, a horrid
motor-car, which did not even blow its
horn, went clean over her.
Well, well, I pondered, these are
floomy thoughts for so fine a day, and
resolved to put them from me. Just
then I met a pal named Percy, and we
decided to go for a ride in the Eow. i
So we made our way thither, and each
mounted a horse and had the most
glorious gallop. It did our livers no
end of good. My gee tried to throw
me at first, but desisted on my pro-
mising not to tickle.
Shortly after this the two of us had
some pretty good fun teasing a daddy- 1
long-legs whom we happened on near
Hyde Park Corner. It was rather a
shame, perhaps, as daddy-long-legses,
though old-fashioned, are really quite
good-natured. I always think they
have such kind eyes.
Percy now said that he must be
getting home, so we parted. As I was
leaving the Park I caught sight of my
brother Bertie, who was entering. How-
ever, I pretended not to see him, he is
such a spectacle. I wonder, in fact,
that he shows himself in public. Bertie
is the fool of the family. Always
THE RAGE FOB ANTIQUE BRIC-A-BBAC.
WHERE SHALI, I SEND IT FOR YOU, GOVERNOR? To THE QUAYS?"
No, TO BUNGALOW TOWN. IT'S FOR A HOUSE, NOT A SHIP."
brainless, as a youngster he developed
into a bit of a fop, and acquired in
a very short time a reputation for
being a lady-killer. And what must he
do one day but fall in love with a
painted lady ? The butterfly gave him
quite plainly to understand that she
could never consort with anyone who
was not of her own genus. At that, the
silly young ass decided that he would
become a butterfly. He imagined the
process to be quite simple. So one
line raorning he settled on a pat of
butter at a cheesemonger's — and es-
caped with his life, but no legs and no
eye-lashes. Now he is an almost help-
less cripple — a sheer hulk. So near
was he to death that his nerves are
practically ruined, and he scarcely over
ventures out, and his best girl, a
strapping wench named Maggie, trans-
ferred her affections to me. I suppose
he was out to-day because it was so fine.
Near my home I myself had an ugly
shock. Upon a hoarding my eye sud-
denly alighted upon a placard bearing
the alarming words —
" KILL THAT FLY ! "
and beneath these words was what I
at first took to be a lifelike portrait of
myself. I almost fainted with fright.
I immediately thought of Lord Bel-
chester and his immense
influence. Annoyed at my
lack of respect for him, had
he, I wondered, caused Lon-
don to be plastered with
these incitements to assas-
sinate me? I pulled my-
self together and looked
again. Imagine my relief
on finding that the fly of
the placard had six legs !
The fright caused by the
"Kill that Fly" poster
quite knocked me over, and
on reaching home I sank';
back into an arm-chair feel- |
ing far from well. Soon I
fell into a restless sleep, and
I must have slept for some
hours for, when I woke up,
none the better for my rest,
it was quite dark. I pulled
myself toge' her and made
my way to the dining-room,
where Lord Belches! er was
at dinner. I dined with
him. It was a reckless
thing to do, but fortunately
he never recognised me.
All went well until sweets
were served, when I had
the misfortune to over-
balance myself and fall into
a glass of Vichy water. Jt
was only with the greatest
difficulty that I was able,
to scramble out. At one
moment, indeed, I thought it was all
over with me. Phew ! It is this kind
of incident that ages us flies. Death
by drowning is indeed a constant
menace to all of us. My own dear
mother perished in a cup of tea,
suffering all the agonies of scalding
as well. I often think that it is a pity
that steps are not taken to teach us
long-distance swimming. We can most
of us keep up for a certain time, but
so soon get exhausted.
(To be concluded.)
The Treaty of Bukarest.
(By Our Military Prophet.)
C'est magnifique mais ce n'est pas
la paix.
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167
Teuton (on being told it is too rough to batlie). "Yon ENGLISH SAILOHS — THE OCEAN, is IT Touits? Acnl wz SHALL SEB!"
A TRAGEDY OF THE SEA.
W7illiam Bales — as nice a young
man as ever wore a cummerbund on an
esplanade — was in despair. For half-
an-hour he and Miss Spratt had been
sitting in silence on the pier, and it was
still William's turn to say something.
Miss Spratt's last remark had been,
•'Oli, Mr. Bales, you do say things! "
and William felt that his next observa-
tion must at all costs live up to the
standard set for it. Three or four
times he had opened his mouth to
speak, and then on second thoughts
had rejected the intended utterance as
unworthy. At the end of half-an-hour
his mind was still working fruitlessly.
II' knew that the longer he waited
the more brilliant he would have
be, and he told himself that
gentleman would fall off the pier and
let himself be saved by — and, later
on, photographed with — William Bales,
who in a subsequent interview would
modestly refuse to take any credit for
the gallant rescue. As his holiday had
progressed he had felt the need for
some such old gentleman more and
more ; for only thus, he realised, could
he capture the heart of the wayward
Miss Spratt. But so far it had been
a dull season; in a whole fortnight
nobody had gone out of his way to
oblige William, and to-morrow he must
return to the City as unknown and as
unloved as when he left it.
" Got to go back to-morrow," he said
at last. As an impromptu it would
have served, but as the result of half-
to an-hour's earnest thought he felt that
even it did not do him justice.
SHAW or one of those clever j " So you said before," remarked Miss
writing fellows would have been hard Spratt.
l>:it to it now.
William was at odds with the world.
He was a romantic young man who
had once been told that he nearly
linked like LEWIS WALLER when he
I'lMwued, and he had resolved that his
holiday this year should be a very
1 affair indeed. He had chosen
1 Well, it 's still true."
"Talking about it won't help it,"
said Miss Spratt.
William sighed and looked round the
pier. There was an old gentleman
fishing at the end of it, his back turned
invitingly to William. In half-an-hour
p he had caught one small fish (which
sea in the hopes that somo old (he had had to return as under the age
limit) and a bunch of seaweed. William
felt that here was a wasted life ; a life,
however, which a sudden kick and a
heroic rescue by W. Bales might yet
do something to justify. At the
Paddington Baths, a month ago, he
had won a plate-diving competition ;
and though there is a difference between
diving for plates and diving for old
gentlemen he was prepared to waive it.
One kick and then .... Fame 1 And,
not only Fame, but the admiration of
Angelina Spratt. .
It was perhaps as well for the old
gentleman — who was really quite
worthy, and an hour later caught a full-
sized whiting — that Miss Spratt spoke
at this moment.
"Well, you 're good company, I must
say," she observed to William.
"It's so hot," said William.
" You can't say I asked to come
here."
" Let 's go on the beach," said
William desperately. " We can find a
shady cave or something." Fate was
against him ; there was to be no rescue
that day.
"•I 'm sure I 'm agreeable," said Miss
Spratt.
They walked in silence along the
beach, and, rounding a corner of the
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[AUGUST 20, 1913.
cliffs, they came presently to a cave.
In earlier days W. Bales could have
done desperate deeds against smugglers
there, with Miss Spratt looking on.
Alas for this unromantic age ! It was
now a place for picnics, and a crumpled
sheet of newspaper on the sand showed
that there had heen one there that
very afternoon.
They sat in a corner of the cave, out
of the sun, out of sight of the sea, and
William prepared to renew his efforts
as a conversationalist. In the hope of
collecting a few ideas as to what the
London clubs were talking about he
picked up the discarded newspaper, and
saw with disgust that it was the local
Herald. But just as he threw it down,
a line in it'caught his eye and remained
in his mind —
"High tide to-day— 3.30."
William's heart leapt. He looked
at his watch ; it was 2.30. In one
hour the waves would be dashing re-
morselessly into the cave, would be
leaping up the cliff, what time he and
Miss Spratt
Suppose they were caught by the
tide. , . .
Meanwhile the lady, despairing of
.entertainment, had removed her hat.
" Really," she said, " I 'm that
sleepy — I suppose the tide 's safe,
Mr. Bales ? "
It was William's chance.
" Quite, quite safe," he said earnestly.
" It 's going down hard."
"Well then, I almost think
She closed her eyes. " Wake me up
when you 've thought of something
really funny, Mr. Bales."
William was left alone with Romance.
He went out of the cave and looked
round. The sea was still some way
out, but it came up quickly on this
coast. In an hour ... in an hour. . .
He scanned the cliffs, and saw the
ledge whither he would drag her. She
would cling to him crying, calling him
her rescuer. . . .
What should he do then? Should
he leave her and swim for help? Or
should he scale the mighty cliff ?
He returned to the cave and, gazing
romantically at the sleeping Miss
Spratt, conjured up the scene. It
would go like this, he thought.
Miss Spratt (ivakened by the spray
dashing over her face). Oh, Mr. Bales !
We 're cut off by the tide ! Save me !
W. Bales (lightly). Tut-tut, there's
no danger. It's nothing. (Aside)
reat Heavens! Death stares us in
;he face !
Miss Spratt (throwing licr arms
around his neck). William, save me ; I
cannot swim !
W. Bales (looking like Waller). Trust
me, Angelina. I will fight my way
round the point and obtain help. (Aside)
An Englishman can only die once.
Miss Spratt. Don't leave me !
W. Bales. Fear not, sweetheart.
See, there is a ledge where you will be
beyond the reach of the hungry tide.
I will carry you thither in my arms and
will then
At this point 5n his day-dream
William took another look at the
sleeping Miss Spratt, felt his biceps
doubtfully, and went on —
W. Bales. I will help you to climb
•thither, and will then swim for help.
Miss Spratt. My hero !
Again and again William reviewed
the scene to himself. It was perfect.
His photograph would be in the papers ;
Miss Spratt would worship him ; he
would be a hero in his City office. The
actual danger was slight, for at the
worst she could shelter in the far end
of the cave ; hut he would not let her
know this. Ho would do the thing
heroically — drag her to the ledge on
the cliff, and then swim round the
point to obtain help.
The thought struck him that he could
conduct the scene better in his shirt
sleeves. He removed his coat, and then
went out of the cave to reconnoitre the
ledge.
Miss Spratt awoke with a start and
looked at her watch. It was 4.15.
The cave was empty save for a
crumpled page of newspaper. She
glanced at this idly and saw that it
was the local Herald . . . six days old.
Far away on the horizon William
Bales was throwing stones bitterly at
the still retreating sea. A. A. M.
A VARIETY ARTIST.
THE itinerant entertainer who
chooses for his pitch the turf within
the ropes at the Oval is a fellow not
without courage. For there are police-
men about, and the score-card sellers
pass frequently ; and whatever may be
the desire of the authorities to encourage
the brightening of cricket it is doubtful
whether they would allow any vagabond
performer to take his stand upon the
very field of play.
Yet the official must be stern indeed
who would molest the perky little chap
with the bright eyes, the knowing look,
and the sprightly manner who some-
times entertains occupants of the six-
penny seats. I was watching him the
other day. He wore no hat ; his clothes
looked as if he habitually slept in them
(which no doubt he does) ; and he was
not over-clean. He belonged to the
gutter, the young scamp, and little did
be care who knew it. He kept within
a few yards of the edge of the turf, and
facing his audience with all the assur-
ance of a LITTLE TICK (yet keeping a
sharp look-out for any who might come
to turn him off) he pursued one of his
methods of making a living. Perhaps
only a few, if any, quite understood
what he was saying ; but if you will
accept my version I think you will not
be seriously misled.
" Now, gentlemen all," he piped in
his thin, staccato voice, " they ain't
'ittin' any fours this arternoon, and
the game 's shockin' slow ; so I '11 ask
your kind attention for a few moments
to 4r>y little efforts to amuse you. Fust
of all, gentSi I propose to roll in the.
grass just like as if it was the dust old
'JTCH out there keeps kickin' up in "is:
'op, skip and a jump to the wicket.
Followin' that, I shall, if 1 'ave any
luck, engage in a contest under catch-,
as-catch-can rules wiv one' of the.
wriggly denizens of this 'ero grass, if:
'e'll only 'ave the pluck to put 'is 'ead^
out for 'arf a mo'. After that, I will
give my celebrated performance of:
chasin' from the field one o' them
overgrown insults to our speeces as is'
no use to anybody till they arc plucked
and shoved underneath the pastry.,
And, finally, I will give my sule-
splittin' imitation of a Petticoat Lane
canary afore 'e 's got 'is best clo's on.
"But first I'll ask you to throw in
a few contributions, just by way of en-
couragement." Here a piece of bun
struck him ; but instead of taking offence
he nibbled at it eagerly, and with his
mouth full expressed cordial thanks.
" Nine more like that, gentlemen all, is
what I ask, and then the show begins,"
he continued. " Nine crumbs only —
bun, biscuit or bread ; I 'm not
perticklar. Thank you, Sir. Thank
you, Sir. Seven more, arid I begin with
no further — thank you; much obliged,
Sir — no further delay. Only five more,
gentlemen. (Needn't look so cross,
you with the nose ; it 's only crumbs
I'm askin' for; /don't want to rob you
of your whiskey.) Throw 'em on the
grass, gentlemen, or 1 '11 come and take
'em from the 'uman 'and, which you
like ! Now, only two more required,
and the performance absolutely —
But at this exciting moment the
banquet spread upon the grass around
the entertainer brought a baker's dozen
of other sparrows and a couple of
gigantic pigeons on to the scene.
I cannot sully this fair page with the
words which the one who was on the
very brink of his performance presum-
ably addressed to the intruders. Seizing
the largest crumb with his beak, he
flew over towards HOBBS and gobbled
it greedily, and then deparUu to the
other side of the ground, where I hopo
he found better luck.
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169
Housel;ol(!er (liaiing subdued burglar with discarded golf club).
CLBEK! "
' H'li I THAT 's THE FIRST TIME I 'VE EVEB BEALI.Y LIKED THAI
TWO OF A TRADE.
THE moment Charles Meredith
entered our Temple flat, just after we
had finished our lunch, I knew that he
was in trouble and meant to carry it off
lightly. His face gave him away to
those who, like myself, knew him well.
Knowing, moreover, my Marjorie's
fatal gift of spotting my unconfessed
wickednesses, and her deadly habit of
not allowing me to carry them off
lightly, having also suffered much from
odious comparisons between myself and
this same Charles Meredith, I looked
forward to a pleasant ten minutes or so.
But I ought to have known that I am
never very far out of trouble myself
when Marjorie and trouble are about.
" I have come up to apologise to you,
Mrs. Shelley," said he.
I waved a kindly hand at him.
" Don't mention it," I said airily ; " all
is forgiven."
Marjorie said she would endorse this
view, if she knew what the trouble was.
I begged Charles, as being the only
person who did know, to tell her.
After some hesitation, Charles began :
". The fact is that a long, long time ago
an uncle and aunt of mine fixed this
\\cok-end for their annual visit."
" If they are anything like my uncles
and aunts," said I, " it seems that you
are entitled to the apologies."
" We dare not put tJietn off," said
Charles, " and we have only one spare-
room."
I had suddenly the instinctive feeling
of having not done something whicli I
ought to have done. Was it possible
that Charles had given me a message
for my wife which my wife had never
received ? My worst fears were realized
when Charles proceeded to inform us
that his wife bitterly regretted having
to put us off. " Let us," I said hastily
to Charles, remembering now exactly
what the message was that I had
omitted to deliver — "let us go back to
our respective chambers and resume
our work. It is high time, very high
time, that we were forgetting our
respective wives and devoting the
whole of our great minds to the affairs
of others."
Marjorie got between me and the
door. " Put us off what ? " she asked.
" Didn't he tell you ? " asked Charles,
pointing an accusing finger at me.
I interrupted. " If you ask me . . ."
Marjorie interrupted. " I was asking
Mr. Meredith. Yes, Mr. Meredith ? "
" If you ask me," I continued, " he
probably didn't, but he will do so now.
Some little time ago a message wAs
despatched to you, which got lost in
transit. It was to the effect that the
Merediths would be delighted if we'
would spend the week-end in their
Surrey home. The week in question:
would have started ending to-morrow,
I believe. But now, since the uncle
and aunt have unhappily intervened,
shall we disperse without referring:
again to the melancholy affair ? "
" Really, John," Marjorie began (I;
suffer more from " really " than from
any other word in the dictionary). And
then to Charles, "Why, I ought toi
have written to Mrs. Meredith days ago:
to thank her for asking us, for of course
we should have loved to come. OS
course it doesn't matter a bit about
putting us off, and it was awfully kind of
you both to have thought of asking us;
But what does worry me is what she
will think . . . really, John."
"What, again?" I said. But Mar-i
jorie's face had now assumed thq
familiar I- wish - 1 - had - married- some •«
body-else expression.
"But that doesn't matter in the
least," said Charles, with great hearti-
ness.
But it does matter," said Marjoriej
with so much more that Charles's
bosom obviously burst with pride in.^
his own generosity. " You would*
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[AUGUST 20, 1913.
WHEN A MAN DOES NOT LOOK HIS BEST.
HUMILIATISG POSITION OP BATHER WHO HAS BEACHED THE LIMIT OF HIS POWERS IX SWIMMING TO THE DIVING-RAFT.
never treat your wife in this off-hand
way."
" Yes, yes," said Charles. " I mean,
no, no."
Marjorie I didn't mind — she is my
fate and is, no doubt, good for me — but
there came to be that element in the
attitude of Charles which gave me to
think that he was easily carried away.
" And now," he said finally, arming me
towards my own exit, " we ought to be
getting back to work. Come along,
you, John."
My next remark may not bear the
impress of startling intelligence, yet it
was the cleverest I have ever made in
my life. "Marjorie," it ran, "you'll
have to write to Mrs. Meredith and
explain."
Charles waved the suggestion airily
aside. " Don't you trouble to do any
such thing," said he.
Now this Charles and I, friends
though we be, have met as bitter op-
ponents in the forum at any rate
sufficiently often for me to know when
he is in a hole and is trying to jump
out of it.
" Write she must," said I, firmly.
" Write she must not," said Charles.
" Oh, yes," said I.
" Oh, no," said Charles.
Charles turned to Marjorie, brushing
me aside 'much as he does his learned
friend on the other side in court, when
he is endeavouring to bounce a judge.
"I am sure you will take it from me
that there is no need to write."
I, on the other hand, kept that silence
which Ti always keep when" I know
that judgment is going to be in my
favour, however caustically pronounced.
" I shall most certainly write to Mrs.
Meredith and explain," said Marjorie,
" however incredibly monstrous the
explanation may sound."
The arrogance of Charles collapsed.
!"I beg of you, as a favour to myself,"
I lie pleaded, " to do no such thing."
" But why not ? " asked Marjorie.
"Because Charles has forgotten to
tell Mrs. Meredith that we were ever
asked," ' said 'I pleasantly; and to
Charles, more in sorrow than in anger,
as I led him from the room, " Really,
Charles . . ."
"President Wilson lias denounced tlie 'in-
sidious lobbying' against free wool iu the
United States.
A column of these insects, five miles wide
and 18 miles long, is sweeping over the
country." — Sydney Morning Herald.
Help!
THE MERMAID'S TOILET.
WHEN Summer suns have warmed
the sea
To sixty-two or sixty-three,
I saunter thither o'er the sand,
My brindled costume in my hand,
Andfind, as might have been forese3n,
An occupant in each machine,
While heavy booking in advance
Indefinitely queers my chance.
Mermaidens through the ripples dash,
Mermatrons also sport and splash,
And, by the steps, a thought more
dressed,
Wait others eager to divest.
However, sanguine on the whol3,
In patience I possess my soul,
For girls who wear such scanty kit
Will soon slip out and into it.
But other habits, cut and dried,
Are not so lightly laid aside,
And ere I take my tardy turn
This bittsr, bedrock truth 1 learn :—
Though garments to he donned or
loosed
To four or five have been reduced,
Woman takes root in her machine
As if she still wore seventeen.
PUNCH, OR THE LONDON CHARIVARI.— AUGUST 20, 1913.
'«£> ,
A QUESTION OF DETAIL.
Sin IMWABD GBEY. "YOU'LL HAVE TO GO, YOU KNOW. THE CONCERT FEELS VERY
STRONGLY ABOUT THAT."
TuiKEv. "AND WHO'S GOING TO TURN ME OUT?"
Sij( EDWARD GREY.. " CURIOUS YOU SHOULD ASK ME THAT; IT'S THE ONE POINT WE
JJIIAYENT DECIDED 'YET. HAVE YOU ANY PREFERENCE IN THE MATTER?"
AUGUST 20, 1913.]
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ESSENCE OF PARLIAMENT.
(EXTRACTED FROM THEDIAKY OF TODY, M.P.)
Eouse of Lords, Monday, August 11.
—Heard of potted plays. Regarded
from point of view of frequenter of
mtitineex, they are nothing compared
with this afternoon's performance of
Potted Bills. Order of the Day con-
tained as many as twenty-eight sepa-
rate measures standing at various
stages of progress, all hound to be put
through at current sitting. Recognised
that only possible way of accomplishing
stupendous task was to meet an hour
earlier then usual. Accordingly at
quarter-past three LORD CHANCELLOR
took seat on Woolsack. Notice was
taken that his constitutionally slim body
bulged out in measure suggesting recent
enjoyment of exceptionally lusty lunch.
Explained later that these were amend-
ments to Mental Deficiency Bill. Their
total, including overflow, amounted to
no fewer than ninety-one.
Two front benches well tilled. Below
Gangway to right of Woolsack was
here and there a Bishop. For the rest,
red leather benches were with one ex-
ception unoccupied. Exception had
important consequences affecting course
of public business. The solitary un-
official peer was CAMPEIIDOWN, known
to his peers as CONVERSATION CAMPER-
DOWN. Sobriquet acquired vogue be-
cause so full is he of information, so
eager to convey it, that where another
would interpolate a sentence in Parlia-
mentary conversation he makes a
speech.
On the Order Paper, amid battalion
of Bills waiting to be carted off to
Statute Book, there stood in his name
a question so voluminous that
it would have sufficed less gifted
men for a treatise. Had some-
thing to do with alluring topic
of Undeveloped Land Duty. In
the Commons the thing would
have been treated as a question.
Minister to whom it was ad-
dressed would have read reply
and there an end on 't. In the
Ijords innocent-looking question
may, and frequently does, lead
to prolonged debate.
For CAMPEIIDOWN something
of pathos underlay prosaic cir-
cumstance of hour. Prorogation
near at hand. This might be
last opportunity of adding to
long series of speeches with
which during the Session he has
endeavoured to enlighten un-
sympathetic, sometimes inatten-
tive, gatherings. Set to as fresh
as if it were a brisk day in
February instead of a languorous
thunder-charged afternoon in
August. STRACHIE, so recently im-
ported from the Commons as to be still
influenced by its methods, treated inter-
polation as a question. Read reply
prepared by the Department be repre-
sents in the Lords.
MENTAL DEFICIENCY AMENDMENTS.
(Lord HALDANE.)
But for SELBORNE, House might
forthwith have got to business. When
one remembers historical scene in the
last century when the first Viscount
WOLMER, called to the Peerage by the
death of the Earl of SELBORNE, in-
sisted on remaining in the Commons — •
a revolutionary movement in which he
was backed up by two other elder
sons known at the time as GEORGE
CUHZON and ST. JOHN BRODRICK — his
adaptation to later conditions is
marvellous in its fulness. Come to be
recognised as one of the most effective
debaters on Front Opposition Bench.
DAY-DIVEAMS.
(Lord LANSDOWXE.)
Jumped up now and said a few
words having remote reference to
LLOYD GEORGE and his famous Budget.
Thus encouraged, CAMPERDOWN posi-
tively made another speech. CREWE,
most courteous-mannered man that ever
led a hopeless minority, thought it
incumbent upon him to say a few
words. Pretty to see how, standing at
Table, he, before opening his mouth,
deliberately buttoned the front of his
coat, with obvious intent to discourage
expansion of phrase. In this he suc-
ceeded.
When he sat down the scanty
audience glanced anxiously at Leader
of Opposition. Would he think it neces-
sary to follow Leader of the House?
Happily LANSDOWNE, dreaming of
verdurous sea-haunted Derreen in far-
off Kerry, not inclined to risk delay in
reaching that haven of rest by blocking
Bills with idle talk. Accordingly made
no move. CAMPEHDOWN rose again.
Was he on homoeopathic principle going
to fill vacuum by reiterated vacuity?
With sigh of relief was heard to ask
leave to withdraw the motion that had
served as a peg for his diversion.
Request hurriedly granted, and House
went into Committee on Mental
Deficiency Bill.
Noble lords, looking at their watches,
found it was a quarter - past four.
CAMPERDOWN had spent for them the
precious sixty minutes dearly bought
by earlier hour of meeting.
Business done. — More than a score
of Bills coming up from the Commons
disposed of.
House of Commons, Tuesday. — Con-
sidering near approach to Prorogation
and the lure of well-earned holiday,
attendance at opening of busi-
ness this afternoon surprisingly
large. Due to fact that impor-
tant statement on condition of
affairs in the East of Europe
expected from FOREIGN SECRE-
TARY. Opportunity provided by
Second Reading of Appropriation
Bill, upon which may be dis-
cussed all matters in the heavens
above (e.g. insufficiency of aero-
planes), on the earth beneath
(the Piccadilly flat) or in the
waters under the earth (lack of
submarines).
On motion made, EDWABD
GREY rose and in studiously
casual manner remarked, " There
is some information I should like
to give the House with regard
to foreign affairs which I think
it certainly ought to have before
it separates and on which it
is necessary for me to make
some explanation." In this
characteristic manner was in-
PUNCH, OR THE LONDON CHARIVARI.
[AUGUST 20. 1913.
traduced a speech of profoundest in-
terest not only at home but abroad.
If ever there was a time when
habitually impregnable modesty might
temporarily yield to pressure it was
hero presented. As Sir EDWARD pointed
out, up to outbreak of war in Balkans
last October, there had been universal
expectation that it would be the signal
for a clash of arms among the Great
Powers. Some would be unable to
keep out of it, and if one or more were
brought in it was impossible to say
how many others would follow. That
calamity, threatening the greatest war
since the days of NAPOLEON, has been
averted. By common consent the
with regard to the rumours arising out
of HALDANE'S journey to Berlin in
February, 1912, he observed, " It is
not difficult to tell the truth ; the diffi-
culty is to get the truth believed." That
difficulty he surmounted in his commu-
nications with the Foreign Ambassadors.
The rest was comparatively simple.
Not easy to name a statesman who
in equally critical times has done such
supreme service not only to his country
but to the Continent. The only man
who seems unconscious of its magnitude
is Sir EDWARD GREY.
Business done.— Appropriation Bill
read a second time without division.
Friday. — Parliament prorogued.
HOW TO BE HAPPY THOUGH
HOLIDAY -MAKING.
By NINE MAYORS.
(With apologies to a well-known photo-
graphic firm.)
Extract from Preface : — This book
resembles no other book that has ever
appeared. You never read anything
like it before, and probably you never
will (intentionally) do so again. It is
about happiness, and nine mayors have
written it to tell you how and where
to be happy. What mayors don't
know about being happy isn't worth
knowing. Is there not an old proverb
leading part in the difficult delicate
task has been played by the British
Foreign Minister.
Through months of anxious labour,
unresting, unhurried, with sublimeiact,
unruffled patience, inflexible urbanity,
he has at long last won a victory more
renowned than any achieved in the
annals of War. One secret of his
success, generously extolled this after-
noon on Opposition benches, is the
conviction slowly but surely growing
in the minds of Representatives of
Foreign Powers with whom he has
had dealings, that he is an honest
man who says exactly what he means
and, in spite of unfailing politeness,
will resolutely do what he thinks is the
right thing.
^ In one of his clearly-cut sentences
EDWARD GREY defined -the difficulties
that since diplomacy was -first set to
work has environed its practitioners.
Speaking in the House of Commons
THE FALL OF THE CURTAIN.
"A COKKECTION.
Through inadvertence, the name of Mr-
John Smyth, Moyarget, Ballycastle, appeared
in the list of persons fined for drunkenness in
our report of Ballycastle Petty Sessions in our
last issue. Instead, the charge against Mr.
Smyth was that of burying a horse within the
statutory distance off the public road. We
tender our apologies for the error and regret
the unpleasantness involved."
Colerainc Chronicle.
All the passers-by regret the same.
"The flowers of nasturtiums make a dainty
and delicious sandwich. Lick the flowers just
before they are to be used, plunge them into
cold water, to remove all dust or a lurking
insect." — Montreal Family Herald.
Personally we would rather lick them
after the dust and insects have been
removed.
" Dr. T. 3. Van Loghem, the Amsterdam
infectious very long after biting a yellow fever
infectious very long after biting a yellow fever
patient. ' '—Evening Standard.
He mustn't do it again.
that says, " The mayor the merrier ? "
Very well then.
HAPPY MOMENTS AT MUDPOOL.
By the Mayor of Mudpool.
I consider that at no place in the
world has the visitor better oppor-
tunities for winning your Million Pound
Happy Moments prize than at Mudpool ;
and, as the largest shareholder in the
Pier and Winter Gardens Co., I ought
to know. Here seascape and landscape
are so pleasantly combined that on six
days out of seven it is impossible to tell
which is which. Surely there is signifi-
cance in the old association of mud and
larks. Come, then, to Mudpool and lurk.
JOSHUA JUDKINS,
Mayor of Mudpool.
HAPPY MOMENTS AT SLUSHVILLK-
ON-SEA.
By the Mayor of Slush ville-o.-S.
Your suggestion that I should writs
AUGUST 20, 1913.]
PUNCH, OR THE LONDON CPIARIVARI.
175
(After a desperate encounter with a conger-eel, which takes possession of the boat, Edwin persuades the monster to return to its element.)
Extract from Angelina's correspondettce: "YESTERDAY EDWIN AND I CAUOHT A SPLENDID CONGER -EEL, BUT UNFORTUNATELY IT
FELL OVERBOARD."
to you, pointing out the many advan-
tages which Slushville oilers to com-
petitors in your Happy Moments
contest, is one that I readily comply
with. [Idiot ! Don't give the thing
away. It was supposed to he spon-
tautous! — Editor of Symposium.] Of
the joy to be had at Slusliville I will
simply say that the town supports five
conceit parties, three hands, and a scenic
railway ; and leave intending visitois to
judge for themselves. I should, how-
ever, add that on the morning after
last August Bank-Holiday no fewer
than seventy - five cases of alleged
inebriation were the subject of judicial
enquiry, many of them being accom-
panied by disorderly conduct. Aud yet
they say that the English take their
pleasures sadly. Not at Slushville 1
AMOS HIGGS,
Mayor.
HAPPY MOMENTS AT TRIPTON.
By the Deputy-Mayor of Tripton.
The only objection that I can see to
urging intending competitors for your
Million Pound Happy Moments to seek
them at Tripton is that it is so unfair to
all the others. It is impossible to be
anything else but happy at Tripton.
Why, we have a town-crier who is
enough to make a cat laugh. Why
not photograph hirn ? And as for
"picturesque" bits they abound. What
about the old fish-market (or, to avoid
misunderstanding, I should rather say
the old market for fish) ? Nor will
lovers of the artistic willingly neglect
such a spectacle as Sunset on the
Tiam-terminus. So I extend a hearty
welcome to all and sundry. Even
should you fail — which is unlikely —
to secure the million, you will at least
have spent a happy time (and I hope
much else) at entrancing Tripton.
JOHN BROWN,
Deputy-Mayor of Tripton.
HAPPY MOMENTS AT SANDBOHOUGH.
By the Chairman Sandborough Council-
Salubrious Sandborough is so well
known as the chief health and pleasure
resort in the British Isles that any
attempt on my part to enlarge upon its
many advantages in a competition such
as the one that you are so generously
instituting would only be to gild the
already refined lily. Passing by, there-
fore, such adjuncts to true happiness
as our covey of Arabian donkeys (un-
equalled on the coast for speed and
comfort) ; our bathing beach, where at
high-water mixed bathing (or neat if
preferred) may be enjoyed with absolute
safety, the depth never exceeding twelve
inches ; and our casino, boasting the
most matured collection of illustrated
papers to be found in Great Britain, I
would draw attention to the important
fact that, if true happiness is to be found
in health, then Sandborough offers both.
For the past twelve months our death-
rate has been 1 per population, that
one being the local undertaker, who
died of starvation. Need I say more ?
Remember the old phrase, " As happy
as a Sand(borough)-boy." Come then
to Sandborough, and win the prize.
THOS. J. PlNKEKTON,
Chairman Sandborough Urban District
Council (but counts as a Mayor).
And so on.
The Revolt of the Missionary.
The Eastern Daily Press on the
Human Leopards' Society of Can-
nibals : —
"Investigations showed the state of things
to be so serious that a special tribunal was
appointed, and over 400 parsons, including
several paramount chiefs, were arrested."
We trust that no Colonial Bishops are
implicated in this new policy of
retaliation. . ,
From a story in Pearson's Magazine :
"Mrs. J. G.'s bosom heaved, her eyelids
snapped open and shut, and she glared her
defiance at her husband. J. G. sighedagain."
He never did like his wife's transparent-
eyelids.
17G
PUNCH, OR THE LONDON CHARIVARI.
[AUGUST 20, 1913.
THE FRIENDLY WAITRESS.
it/, August 9//i. — Arrived quite safely this after-
;noon' at Lcs Yallons, which is really one of the most beau-
tiful places in Switzerland. A grand view of valley and
mountains. Our hotel stands high and commands the. best
tof the scenery. Mary and Dorothy have become members
of the Tennis Club. Little Cynthia and Dick are, of course,
itoo young, but there is plenty of amusement for them in
other ways. In fact this is an ideal place for children, and
Edith and I are sure to have an easy time in looking after
them. There are several Russian and French families in
our hotel, all very stout and jolly-looking. We seemed
quite sylph-like in comparison with them. Curious how
foreigners nowadays run to fat. We all dined at the talk
d'hote in the evening. We were looked after _by the head
waitress, who insisted on our taking a helping of every
course. She is extremely friendly and seemed hurt by the
mere idea of our refusing anything. It was a long dinner,
and the leg of mutton struck me as unnecessary after what
we had already eaten. Children a little flushed, especially
Cynthia.
"Tuesday, August 12/7i.— :At the table 'd'hdte luncheon
to-day, the two top buttons of little pick's shorts gave way
with a loud report. Under the influence of our waitress he
had worked his way steadily through all the courses of the
luncheon, which had included chicken patties and Irish
stew and cauliflower d la crime. At the moment he was
engaged upon caramel pudding. The waitress was highly
pleased. She said he was increasing in weight a vue d'ccil,
which, indeed, is true of all of us. Mary and Dorothy not
so keen on their lawn-tennis as I should like Edith's
skirts refuse to meet round the waist, and I myself am in
great trouble with iny flannel trousers. Perhaps they have
shrunk in the wash. The waitress continues to urge us on
at every meal and we dare not offend her. Where will
this end ?
Thursday, August 14th. — Had intended to make a walking
excursion into the mountains to-day, but when the time for
starting came could not move family. Though it was only
10.30 in the morning they were all asleep in the drawing-
room. The Russian and French families prefer the smoking-
room. The Russian snore has a very penetrating bass note.
I cannot say I was displeased at the postponement of our
walk, for the mere idea of exercise under a hot sun was
most repulsive. Instead of exhausting ourselves by climbing
steep ascents we all sat and watched the tennis tournament.
Coining up hill afterwards to our hotel, Dick and Cynthia
fell down, and before we could stop them they had rolled
fifty yards to the bottom of the slope, where they lay, unable
to get up, till the English chaplain, who was passing, set
them on their legs and started them up-hill again. Edith
and I felt inclined to cry with vexation, but what could we
do? We could only sit still on a wall and hope for the
safety of our children. Mary and Dorothy told me after-
wards that they simply couldn't have gone down to the
rescue with the prospect of having to toil up again. We
hope this will be a lesson'to Cynthia and Dick, but, like all
children, they are thoughtless. At dinner to-night three of
the buttons of my dress-waistcoat suddenly flew off, and
one of them hit a French General on the forehead. He was
much offended and said he had not the habitude to receive
blows of buttons on the face without demanding an explana-
tion. Mollified him with some difficulty. The misfortune
was ;entirely due to a poulet chasseur, au riz which I had
intended to pass, but was not allowed to by our waitress.
Saturday, August 16th. — As a family we have put on eight
stone since we came here. Am afraid this is not necessarily
a sign of robust health. Every article of everybody's
wearing apparel has had to bo let out everywhere. Havo
arranged to leave on Monday for home. Thank heaven,
only two more table d'hdte dinners. Our faces arc all cheek.
If wo could only have hunger-struck all would have been
well, but the amiability of the waitress made it impossible.
Wonder if the dogs will recognise us when we get homa.
THE KING WITH A SENSE OF HUMOUR.
(A Fable for Parents and Guardians.)
LONG years ago, in Puritania's realm,
A learned King stood firmly at the helm;
A man of blameless and industrious life,
Devoted to his exemplary wife,
A model father, generous and just,
In whom his subjects placed implicit trust.
And yet this paragon had two small flaws:
He was a slave! to Logic's ruthless laws,
And owned a gift of humour far intenser
Than that of J. S. MILL or HEEBEET SPENCEB.
Yet all went well until that fatal year
When, as the last days of July drew near,
At Puritania's greatest public school,
Where all her noble sons arc taught to rule
Her subject races, of all hues and sizes,
The King arranged to give away the prizes.
The sun shone kindly from a cloudless sky,
And rank and fashion loyally stood by
As, guided by the Reverend Head, tho King
Inspected practically everything ;
And then, proceeding to the College hall,
Amid the cordial cheers of great and small,
Rewarded with gilt-edged and calf-bound tomes
The scions of his kingdom's stately homes.
Then as the last prize-winner sought his seat
The King, whose voice though guttural was sweet,
Addressed the boys, who checked their loyal din
Till you might hear the dropping of a pin.
He said it gave him pure and genuine joy
To watch the progress of the human boy,
Especially when every one was yearning
To beat his neighbour in the race of learning.
" I gather," he continued, " from your Head
That you are all contented and well-fed ;
That in these placid groves of Academe
Your life slips by like some celestial dream ;
That, scorning luxury and slothful ways,
You lead harmonious and laborious days,
And never taste of bitter in your cup
Save at your periodic breakings-up.
Therefore, because your ardent courage fulls
When you are exiled to your fathers' halls,
I have prevailed upon your worthy Head,
In recognition of the lives you 've led,
To grant a boon as welcome as unique
And lengthen term-time by an extra week."
si: *****
Within three days the monarch's blameless life
WTas ended by a young assassin's knife.
Yet there are British parents, I am told,
Who his audacious sentiments uphold,
Who mourn in secret his untimely doom
And offer furtive tribute at his tomb.
"Mrs. wore a lovely dross of black and gold; and carried
bouquet of yellow roses (ull given by the bride's brother)."
Isle of Man limes.
And the leaves, too ? How generous 1
AUGUST 20, 1913.]
rUNCII, Oft THE LONDON CHARIVARI.
177
Fallier (finding Iris son doing nolliinj in particular near forbidden cupboard). " BOBBIE, HAVE YOU BEES EATING THE JAM AQAUJ?"
Itoblie. " CAS you SEE ANY MARKS nouso MV JIOUTH, FATHER?" Fatlier. " YES." Bobbie. "THEN I HAVI."
.ivh
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PSEUDO-NEO-GREC.
T)j:.ut MR. PUNCH, — So many of my
it \ acquaintances whom I have con-
slti'd at luncli or in the train about
i, new house have said, "You ought
I have an architect," that I feel the
eclosed diary is of public interest.
ivhow, it answers the objections
to my project of designing the
0 Hl\S('ll'.
1 enclose my card and am
Yours faithfully,
BALBUS.
.tne 9. — Feel this project of build-
myself a house biggest event in
life. Am resolved to keep diary.
lironia says, " Mind you (Jo keep it."
\ ill. Architect calls himself Benson
J nson Friba. Odd name ; but Sir
(prge Bilger, who recommended him,
utcs that he is "the coming man."
Tune 10.— Not much done. Did
rt know architect's address except
tit it was Gray's Inn Square, so
?ed man with broom in Square
1'i-e Benson Friba's office was. Man
"Is he a harshtect?" Have
liking to word. At entry of
indicated by man found name
i!
t .011
HlS3
I'n ted on wall, "Mr. Benson Benson,
F.E.I.B.A. (i.c. "Fellow of the Royal
Institute of British Harsh tects ").
Sir George apparently thought "Friba"
a title of rank similar to Pasha. Found
my way slowly up to top floor, where
Benson nests in rookery of Fribas.
Some confusion as four names distri-
buted among three doors but identified
my harsbtect's door at last and knocked.
Benson's office boy sits at a desk,
looks out of windows and taps for a
living with a pencil. He went to inner
door, came back, asked me to take seat
and resumed his tapping. Studied
framed picture titled " Proposed house
for F. Cheese, Esqr.," and discovered
that bicycle accident in road was really
nursemaid with perambulator talking to
Arabian dwarf with turban and naked
scimitar. Bell rings and I am shown
into Benson's room. There are two
dusty silk bats on top of cupboard,
violoncello case and golf clubs in
corner, and Gladstone bag in middle of
floor. Benson Friba was in shooting
clothes. Nervous manner; pulls his
fingers and says, " I see, I see," but docs
seem to understand. Told him what we
wanted — i.e., library, drawing-room,
Brodie's patent self-cleansing lavatory
basins, conservatory, perforated gauze
to larder window to keep out flies,
entrance hall with alcove at side for
billiard table (full size), study, boudoir,
squash racquet court at back and
scraper at entrance firmly fixed because
ours wobbled about and the man who
came to mend it did not do it properly.
Dining-room, of course, and kitchen, etc.
Friba listens nervously ; says, "I see,
I see," and then asks, " What style?"
"A thoroughly good style of house,"
I tell him. He means, however, what
style of architecture. " What building
do I particularly admire ? " he asks.
" Westminster Abbey," I tell him.
"I see."
Friba then pensive ; finally he says,
"The sort of house you want is a
Pseudo-neo-Grec house."
•Dol?"
Yes."
< Oh, all right."
Yes, you would like it."
Would I?"
' Yes."
' Bight ; but don't forget the scraper
and the fly gauze."
Friba makes note on blotting pad
and asks how much I expect to spend.
"At the outside?"
•' Certainly at the outside."
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PUNCH, OR THE LONDON CHARIVARI.
[AUGUST 20, 1913.
" Five thousand."
"I see."
When I told Friba we wanted French
windows to drawing-room he became
dejected. Says, "Then it can't be
Pseudo-neo-Grec." Ho explains this at
great length. Seems to know what lie
is talking about. I tell him "All right,
never mind the French windows, but
we want a big bay-window to library."
" You won't like that," he says.
" Why not ? "
" Well, for one thing it isn't Pseudo-
neo-Grec."
He again explains at length. Evi-
dently he is right.
" Well, never mind the bay-window,
but we are very fond of oak beams and
carved gables," I tell him.
" I am afraid that is out of the
question," says Friba.
"Why?"
" Because it isn't Pseudo-neo-Grec."
It struck me Friba was coming it a
bit strong, but he clearly showed me
we did not like beams and carved gables,
but only thought wo liked them.
" All right ; leave 'em out."
My harshtect waxes enthusiastic as
we discuss the house. Says he will send
rough sketches and then we can talk
over details. Bid him good-bye. Then
go back, put my head in at the door
and say, " Lots of cupboards, please."
Expect to hear " Pseudo-neo," &c., but
Friba (who for some reason has begun
to undress) agrees at once. Good chap,
Friba. Have not told Sophronia about
windows and oak timbers. Shall make
most of cupboards.
July 16. — Sketches came by second
post. Fine -looking house, but very
strong and unpleasant smell. Don't
understand plans yet. Cannot find any
scraper. Only one cupboard.
July 18. — Have solved plans at last.
Friba has drawn them upside down.
No scraper, though ; and can't see fly
gauze. Sophronia discovered three
more cupboards, then had to give up
owing to smell of paper. No conserva-
tory, no racquet court, no verandah.
Can't understand. Billiard-alcove only
fourteen feet square. Wo cannot make
out what thing like starfish in kitchen
yard is. No linen-room. Have written
Friba asking why no verandah or con-
servatory or racquet court.
August 13. — No reply from Friba.
Hear he is in Scotland. Have written
asking estimate of cost. Sophronia
has discovered another cupboard.
Starfish proves to be pattern of
paving.
AugiistU. — Wire from Friba: "Oban:
Because Pseudoneogrec."
August 17. — Wire from Friba : " Pen-
zance: Estimate from twelve to four-
teen thousand."
A DEBT OF HONOUR.
BY her unhappy machinations my
sister-in-law has landed me in hot
water again, and I am in need of
advice. For if, on the one hand . . .
but perhaps I had betler first give you
the facts and then you can judge for
yourselves.
One Sunday in April I was sitting
in her drawing-room waiting for her
to offer me some tea. For the last
twenty minutes I had been throwing
out hints, which passed, however, un-
heeded. Frances does talk so.
"This morning," she said, breaking
out afresh after a momentary lull, " this
morning I saw — what do you think ? "
"A man holding a mug," I suggested
hopefully.
" No. Down in the waterside meadow
I saw a swallow. Aren't you glad it "s
the spring again ? "
" Are you sure it wasn't a labourer
making a noise that looked like a
swallow?" I asked, with grave mis-
givings. " Spring doesn't really begin,
you know, till I 've ordered my fancy
vests."
" My dear boy, where is your nose ?
Can't you smell that it 's spring in the
air, in the earth, in the trees — every-
where? "
I took a sniff, just to humour her.
" I can only smell the spring-clean-
ing," I said, " and it always upsets
me."
I sighed and went on with my thirst.
"Now that spring is upon us once
more," she persisted in the voice of one
with a mission, "there's something
I 've been wanting to speak to you
about."
She paused. I cast my mind hurriedly
back over the interval since last 1 had
seen her. What had I been doing
now?
"It's this," she said impressively:
" it 's quite time you thought seriously
of settling down. Everybody says so."
" Don't move. 1 'm very comfort-
able, thanks."
" You know very well what I mean.
Think how nice it would be," she went
on in mellifluous tones, " to have
someone always to love and protect,
someone to welcome you at night and
talk to you when you 'ie lonely."
I thought about it.
" I don't see much in it," I said.
" Nothing has been fixed up definitely,
I hope — not for a day or two ? "
" Don't be so absurd ! "
" Upon my word, I don't know," I
replied. " Since you all seem to have
made up your minds about it. Produce
the bride, then. Where is she? Why
keep her skulking in the background ?
Is nothing ready for me ? "
Frances gave a mysterious smile '
which annoyed me.
" Please understand," I pursued, with '
some heat, " I 'm not going to get '
married for anyone, unless I like. And \
at present I don't like. . . . Besides,
I can't afford it," I added a little too \
hastily.
" What ? With- — why you 're not in '
debt again already ? "
" Er — technically- — you see," I pro-
ceeded to explain, "it's the buttons.
They keep on coming off. And so —
what happens —
" How much do you owe your tailor
this time? " She eyed me severely as
she spoke. My mind never works
really well when people stare at me,
and my memory is not what it was.
" I f-forget for the moment. But I
dare say I could find out for you."
"And I suppose there's a lot more
besides?"
" Er — now you come to mention it,"
I began.
" I thought so. Then it 's certainly
time you had someone to look after
you," she announced with decision.
" That 's not what you said just
now, you know. You promised me
that I was going to have the looking
after somebody. That 's not fair."
" I shall see about it at once."
"Give me till tea-time," I pleaded;
" I 'm very thirsty."
" Now I know the very girl for you.
She's pretty, has a nice disposition,
and is easily pleased."
"I ask you for tea," I complained,
"and you give me a wife. Why is
there all this delay? What are we
waiting for? It seems to me this
house isn't properly managed."
" You must get to know one another.
I think you 'd make a very good
couple."
"I should only tread on her toes,"
1 urged.
" Well, you shouldn't be so clumsy,"
she replied.
I sat up suddenly and gave Frances
a piece of my mind ; and there 's more
where that came from.
" I 'm not clumsy. On the contrary,
I 'm said to be exceedingly graceful.
If the truth were known, I believe you
tell them to put their feet under mine
on purpose so as to give them a
secret hold over me. I 'm not clumsy.
Clumsy ! " and I laughed with a hollow
mirth.
"Her name is Gwendolen," said
Frances, "Gwendolen Hope. Pretty
name! "
" A very nice name," I agreed.
" I 'in glad you like it, because —
"I like it so much," I put in
pleasantly, "that it seems a pity tc
disturb it."
AUGUST 20, 1913.]
PUNCH, OR THE LONDON CHARIVARI.
179
Tyro (to Scotch chauffeur, who is acting as loader). "I DON'T KNOW HOW I SHALL GET ON WITH THOSB DRIVEN BIBDS."
Chauffeur. " YE "LL OFT ON ALL RIGHT. ALL YE "VE GOT TO DAB'S TO POCB IT INTO THEIB BONNETS WHEN THEY 'BE FLEEIH*
TAB YB, AND INTO THEIB DEFKERENTIAL8 WHEN THEY 'RE FLEEIN* PAST YE."
"Because," she continued, rising and
ringing i'or tea, "just now I heard a
knock at the door. I have asked her
to tea, and I think here she is. Now
mind you behave yourself [ "
So that was why .... I jumped
np in alarm, preparing for flight, but it
was already too late. The door opened
and the bride-elect was shown in. She
might easily have been worse ; in fact
she was really rather pretty. She wore
a white serge tailor-made frock, well-
shaped shoes, and brown silk stockings,
which I like. Yes, she might very well
have been worse. But in choosing a
wife, especially the first, one has to be
careful. And yet, dear friends, so in-
scrutable are the workings of destiny
that, be as careful as you may, things
have a way of turning out otherwise, in
spite of every precaution. Being an
actual eye-witness, I will try to explain
to you exactly what happened. What
happened was this. You know those
cups they have nowadays, those sense-
less, precarious things with no balance
to speak of? Well, I was handing her
her third. I was taking particular
pains over it, for I knew that Prances'
eye was upon me. Another inch and
I was practically there. And just then
(to this day I cannot sufficiently ac-
count for it) something (I don't know
what it was) suddenly gave way
(without any warning whatever) in
the muscles of my arm. For one
awful moment . . . . " I 've done it,"
I whispered, turning bloodlessly to
Frances. " Look ! " and I pointed to
Gwendolen's lap.
If the good creature had only had
the presence of mind to sit still 1 A
girl at all handy with her needle could
easily have let in a new piece, and
nobody would have been any the wiser,
excepting ourselves. But no. Rising
quickly and without thought she spread
it. And, whereas a small concentrated
pool would have represented all the
mischief done, many tributaries of tea
flowed down to the floor in every
direction, and the skirt was to all in-
tents spoilt. I did what I could. I
gave her my handkerchief and a spoon,
and knelt down to point out the worst
places. But unless she is not very
particular, which I doubt, she will never
want to wear it again. It is such a
mistake, I do think, for mothers to
allow young and inexperienced girls to
wear white, especially white serge.
Frances was obliged to lend her a cloak
to go home in.
And now the question remains, what
is the correct thing to do ? According
to Frances, having gone thus far and
compromised myself, I must go further.
The dictates of honour, she says, com-
pel me to offer to buy the young person
a new frock, and this would be to take
an intolerable liberty unless I first
asked her hand in marriage. And I
am bound to admit there is something
in what she says.
Candour.
" Young Man teaches Pianoforte, practically
and theoretically, 4s. monthly ; painstaking
with beginners, theoretically."
Advt. in " Dublin Evening Mail." '
Practically — well, you should hear him.
" In the end stumps were pulled up half an
hour before time, three having then fallen."
Daily Telegraph. .
By which time even a single-wicket
match was impossible.
"FiBsr ZINGARI ». GEOBOB ORB'S XI."
Glasgow Evening News.
The First Zingari, who are very proud
of being first, have acquired the bad
habit of calling themselves " I Zingari,"
instead of the more grammatical " We
Zingari." This was bound to lead to
trouble sooner or later.
" A pretty Summer Frock in spugged crepon
with plague of Chinese embroidery, and flat
vassell at the corsage."
East Anglian Daily Times.
This sounds like another orgy.
"Violent guests caught us, but the mono-
plane behaved splendidly all the time."
Daily Mail.
An example to Ministers attacked by
Suffragettes.
180
PUNCH, OR THE LONDON CHARIVARI.
[AUGUST 20. 1913.
OUR BOOKING-OFFICE.
(By Mr. Punch's Sta/ of Learned Clerks.)
NOTHING about Mr. HALL CAINE'S latest novel impresses
line quite so much as its ruthlessness, the ineluctable vigour
"of its advance. lie is a bloodhound on the trail of pathos,
tstretches octopus tentacles of coincidence, out of the pigeon-
'holes of memory plucks like a hawk every topic of recent
jinterest, from the story of Marie Claire to the foibles of the
Kmart Set, from the Minority Report on the Divorce Com-
mission to the discovery of the South Pole, and sweeps them
'all onwards to the great and final thrill. Mary O'Neill,
'the heroine of The Woman Thoii Gavest Ma (HKINEMAXN),
[educated in a convent, was forced into a marriage of
."suitability" with the dissolute profligate Lord Raa (situate
on the Isle of Elian, .wherever that may be), refused to be
iliis wife in more than name, was humiliated because he
flaunted his mistresses in her face, found no sympathy from
Church, relations, or law in her struggle for freedom, and at
last, just before ho sailed for Antarctic parts, gave herself
to her life-long lover, Martin
Conrad. When she found
that she was to become a
mother she fled to London,
suffered, starved, and in order
to keep the child alive was
just about to earn the wages
of infamy on the night when
'Martin (whose ship was re-
ported lost) arrived in Lon-
don, " ' Yes, the very next
man who comes along,' I
.thought." The next man was
Martin. . . . The elements
and supernatural omens are
pressed with equal relentless-
ness into the awful march.
When Mary interviewed the
bishop about the possibility
of divorce, a " vast concourse
of crows " was holding con-
gress in the tall elms of
Bishop's Court." As she
left, " a dead crow tumbled "
from one of them to the
ground. There are a hundred-and-sixteen chapters in The
Woman Thou Gavest Me, and a great many tearful incidents,
but I think I felt sorriest about tha death of that crow.
Poor bird.
With regard to Miss King's Profession (MILLS AND BOON),
I am in the same position as if I had come across an
excellent brew of home-made lemonade, a liquor which,
however good of its kind, I should hesitate to press upon a
stranger of whose taste in drinks I had no knowledge.
There are those who neither have nor desire to form
acquaintance with such a mild beverage. Myself, though
no literary teetotaler, I found the book most refreshing.
Mrs. FRANCIS CHANNON writes of schoolgirls and primarily
for schoolgirls ; in her ingenuous and innocent plot virtue
of the more homely sort triumphs all the way. But if the
tale is not intoxicating it is by no means flavourless ; the
career of Miss Ki",g, so far as it consists of Work with her
Pen (always capitalized), is most lively and cannot but
prove amusing and instructive to all who Write, have
Written, or mean to Write. This young lady, having dis-
tinguished herself at school by composing essays elegant in
style and agreeable in sentiment, settles down "with serious
purpose and at regular hours to develop that talent, of the
THE DOUBLE LIFE OF A CELEBRITY.
THE PBOPKIETOE OF THE "EVERYBODY'S Usiso IT" THOUSEK
PHESS MANUFACTOKY.
possession of which she is, like the rest of us, inwardly
conscious. So doing, she affords Mrs. CHANNON the oppor-
tunity of knocking the bottom out of all the nonsense which
is current with respect to the Writing and publishing of
novels, and the real position is nicely summed up, with a
simple directness and many sly touches of humour, as
between the publishers and the authors, the point being
that if thore are some knaves amongst the former there is a
much larger proportion of fools among the latter. In the
title, moreover, we have a double entente ; there is another
profession, more conventional but no loss honourable, open
to Miss King. Men who still believe in real women, and
real women who still believe in themselves, must find in the
conclusion of this pretty story an element of peace and
quiet very welcome in these sexless clays. To those to
whom I dare not, for reasons above given, recommend the
draught as a thirst-quencher, I advise it with some con-
fidence as a soothing medicine of a most pleasing nature.
HAVE you ever encountered one of those depressing little
volumes published in the
early part of the last century
(and still to he met with on
second-hand bookstalls, or the
topmost shelves of circulating
libraries) called usually by
some such title as " Irish \Vit
and Humour " ? Well, though
it would bo unkind to suggest
too close an analogy between
these and KnockinscreenDays
(METHUEN), I am afraid I
must confess that Mr. JACKSON
C. CLARK'S hook did remind
me of them more than a little.
The trouble, I take it, for all
writers of Irish studies is that,
the Irish being accepted as a
race of comedians, some show
of Wit and Humour has to be
somehow got into all anec-
dotes about them. On the
cover of this volume, for
example, is an illustration
(reproducing one of four
excellent drawings to be found within) which presents a
gentleman in a farmyard being knocked down by the rush
of several pigs, while a small boy flourishes a blackthorn
in the distance. This is very typical of the ground of my
complaint. I could have been far more entertained with
the doings of Mr. CLARK'S characters had they been less
obviously out for laughs at all cost. As it is, his pictures
of life in an Ulster village have at least a topical interest ;
more especially in such examples as that which describes
the celebration of St. Patrick's Day in a Protestant neigh-
bourhood, and what came of it. As for Jimmy McGaw,
however, whom the publishers describe as " a manservant
with original ideas," I can only regret that I found his
originality too farcical to be amusing. This was my mis-
fortune and not my fault. It is ill dogmatizing about
humour. Very possibly other readers may be more happy :
so I will leave it at that.
Financial Candour.
From a circular : —
"Quite a good number of our customers have taken advantage of
this gilt-edged investment, which we can with every confidence recom-
mend as a stock for those who wish their money placed so they will
have no further trouble with regard to either the principal or interest."
AUGUST 27, 1913.]
ITM'II, nli TIIK LONDON CHARIVARI.
181
CHARIVARIA.
arc poor." If it will help at all
.wo are quito willing to provide a home
Tin: Palace of Peace is to hi- upenid for some of them,
nn the iJSth inst. A little while ;i^<>
it \\iis feared that tho tenant for whom The necessity of fresh air for pictures
tho magnificent structure had been is, a contemporary informs us, being
erected would be unavoidably prevented cun-.ii!ered by the Louvre authorities.
taking up residence there, but it is now The idea seems to have been lather
l>lo that she will anyhow be able overdone in the case of "La Gioconda."
to muki: a short stay.
:;: fc
It is stated "on tho highest autho-
rity " that there is no present intent ion
to make any Cabinet changes. In Mr.
KKPMOND'S view, the "highest autho-
rity " has not yet been consulted on
the matter.
•V1 •••
Says The Observer: —
I "Messrs. Guinness are to
i a brewery in tho Man-
chester district, and Messrs.
| Jacob arc to open a bakery
in Lancashire. . . . These
linns are the largest of their
kind in Ireland, and their
determination to seek in
England a field for their
• •nterpriso is a matter which
gives food for reflection."
But is beer food? Possibly
when one remembers the
classic dialogue — " 'Ad any
According to a bulletin issued by
specialists of the Johns Hopkins Hos-
pital, Baltimore, appendicitis and other
intestinal diseases are due to gloomy
spirits. They declare that an abso-
lutely certain preventive for appendi-
mounlod the pavement;. It is not
known what Mr. PATKKSON bad
to annoy tho car.
(lone
A suggestion has been made that, in
of children who
labels should bo
breakfast,
drop!"
Bill?'
'Not a
A refreshment pavilion in
King Edward Park, Willes-
ilen, has been burned down
hy Suffragettes. They are
surely carrying their hunger-
strikes to absurd lengths.
A doctor has been recom-
mending the telephone as a
cure for deafness. We
believe there is something
in the idea. We have more —
than once succeeded ultimately in
making a telephone assistant hear our
view of tho number
are lost every year,
attached to every child, giving its name
and address. The idea might be carried
further. If the words " OF NO VAI.UK
EXCEPT TO OWNER " wore to bo added,
much kidnapping might be avoided.
INTO THE FIRE.
[Fighting at bargain sales, says a dail/
paper, is growing obsolete.]
WHEN Ennyntrudo from Ox-
ford Street hies back
She looks not like a Munad
who has revelled
The long night through. Her
eyes are never black,
Nor rent her robes ; her hair
is undishevelled ;
She does not hurl the name
(as once she hurled)
Of " cat " at every woman in
the world.
Her temperature is normal,
suave her smile ;
Her manner sweet that
formerly was acid ;
She heaps her acquisitions
in a pile
Upon the floor, and scans
them, proud but placid.
But oh, that heap, onca
moderately slight,
Has risen to a most appal-
ling height.
FORCE OF HABIT.
Stranger (to Well-known Occupant of Treasury Bench). " EXCUSE
ME, SlB, BUT IS THIS THE WAY TO Si. PAUL'S CATHEDRAL?"
Well-lcnoicn Occupant of Treasury Bench. "TuE ANSWEB is is THE
glance.
The
call after what appeared
sustained attack of deafness.
to be a
In spite of
Mr. DUNNE'S
the assertion that in.
invention the safety
aeroplane has been discovered at last,
the promoters of the Channel Tunnel
intend to persevere with their project.
:|: :!:
It is suggested by The Hospital that
wild flowers, which can be sent cheaply
i>y post or rail, would be welcome gifts
m the hospital wards. It is important,
however, that they should not be too
" The bilberry harvest," we read, " is
now being gathered on the mountains
in the Lake district. The fruit this
citis is to smile habitually. An un-
fortunate friend of ours who tried this
has, it is true, not been operated on for
appendicitis ; he has, however, been
relegated to a lunatic asylum.
It is announced that for the Con-
fectioners' Exhibition, which opens at
the Agricultural Hall on September G,
a cake is to be made 16 feet in height
with a base of 9 to 10 feet in diameter.
We are sorry to hear that a number of
little boys are already being medically
treated for delirium brought on by a
mere perusal of the announcement.
# «
Looking into a stationer's shop in
Great Newport Street one evening last
week, Mr. ANDREW PATERSON, a visitor
from Montreal, was hurled through the
window by a motor car which had
1 see it at a
hours she spends
In steady purchase now,
in strife and rages
She squandered once. Sue
buys threefold, and lends
Most rapid wings to my hard-gotten
wages.
"Ah, would again," I am inclined to
wail,
" That Ermyntrude were at it tooth and
nail ! "
Triangular Cricket.
"Tho home side were mainly indebted to
S. G. Smith, Ilaywood, and C. N. WooUey
coming together when the second wicket went
down at 57." — Daily Chronicle.
' ' These conditions were embodied in >
document which was signed by tho Hcmminga,
and Mr. A. Mills, tho three great Homming.«.
and Mr. A. B. Mills, tho three Great Western
Railway officials, and six men who formed
tho deputation." — Western Horning News.
We regret that wo have never heard
of these famous brothers.
vor.. cxi.v.
182
PUNCH, OR THE LONDON CHARIVARI.
[AUGUST 27, 1913.
THE SPREADING WALNUT-TREE.
WE were having breakfast in tho
garden with the wasps, and Peter was
enlarging on tho beauties of the country
round his new week-end cottage.
"Then there's Hilderton," ho said;
"that's a lovely little village, I 'm told.
We might explore it to-morrow."
Celia woke up suddenly.
" Is Hilderton near here?" she asked
in surprise. " But I often stayed there
when 1 was a child."
" This was years ago, when Edward
the Seventh was on tho throne," I
explained to Mrs. Peter.
" My grandfather," went on Celia,
"lived at Hilderton Hall."
There was an impressive silence.
" You see the sort of people you 're
entertaining," I said airily to Peter.
" My wife's grandfather lived at Hilder-
ton Hall. Celia, you should have
spoken about this before. It would
have done us a lot of good in Society."
I pushed my plate away. " I can't go
on eating bacon after this. Where are
the peaches ? "
"I should love to see it again."
"If I'd had my rights," I said, "I
should be living there now. I must
put my solicitor on to this. There 's
been foul play somewhere."
Peter looked up from one of the
maps which, being new to the country,
he carries with him.
"I can't find Hilderton Hall here,"
he said. " It *s six inches to the mile,
so it ought to be marked."
" Celia, our grandfather's name is
being aspersed. Let us look into this."
We crowded round the map and
studied it anxiously. Hildejrton was
there, and Hilderton House, but no
Hilderton Hall.
" But it's a great big place," protested
Celia.
" I see what it is," I said regretfully.
'• Celia, you were young then." '
"Ten."
" Ten. And naturally it seemed big
to you, just as Yarrow seemed big to
WORDSWORTH, and a shilling seems a
lot to a baby. But really "
" Eeally," said Peter, " it was semi-
detached."
" And your side was called Hilderton
Hall and the other side Hilderton
Castle."
" I don't believe it was even called
Hilderton Hall," said Peter. " It was
Hilderton Villa."
" I don't believe she ever had a
grandfather at all," said Mrs. Peter.
" She must have had a grandfather,"
I pointed out. " But I 'm afraid he
never lived at Hilderton Hall. This
is a great blow to me, and I shall now
resume my bacon."
I drew my plate back and Peter
returned his map to his pocket.
" You 're all very funny," said Celia,
but I know it was Hilderton Hall.
I 've a good mind to take you there
this morning and show it to you."
" Do," said Peter and I eagerly.
" It 's a great big place —
" That 's what we 're coming to see,"
I reminded her.
" Of course they may have sold some
of the land, or — I mean, I know when
I used to stay there it was a — a great
big place. I can't promise that it —
" It 's no good now, Celia," I said
sternly. " You shouldn't have boasted."
Hilderton was four miles off, and we
began to approach it — Celia palpably
nervous — at about twelve o'clock that
morning. -
" Are you recognising any of this ? "
asked Peter.
" N-no. You see I was only about
eight "
" You must recognise the church,"
I said, pointing to it. " If you don't,
it proves either that you never lived at
Hilderton or that you never sang in the
choir. I don't know which thought
is the more distressing. Now what
about this place ? Is this it ? "
Celia peered up the drive.
"N-no; at least I don't remember
it. I know there was a walnut-tree in
front of the house."
" Is .that all you remember?"
".Well, I was only about six "
Peter and I both had a slight cough
at the same time.
,i "It's nothing," sad Peter, finding
Gelia's indignant eye upon Kim. " Let 's
go on." .
We found two more big houses, but
Celia, a little doubtfully, rejected them
both.'
" My grandfather-in-law was very
hard to please," I apologised to Peter.
" He passed over place after place
before he finally fixed on Hilderton
Hall. Either the heronry wasn't
ventilated properly, or the decoy ponds
had the wrong kind of mud, or "
There was a sudden cry from Celia.
" This is it," she said.
She stood at the entrance to a long
drive. A few chimneys could be seen
in the distance. On either side of the
gates was a high wall.
" I don't see the walnut-tree," I sa-id.
"Of course not, because )OU can't
see the front of the house. But I feel
certain that this is the place."
" We want more proof than that,'
said Peter. " We must go in and find
the walnut-tree."
" We can't all wander into anothei
man'sgrounds looking for walnut-trees,'
1 said, " with no better excuse than that
Celia's great -grandmother was once
asked down here for the week-end and
stayed for a fortnight. We —
" My grandfather," said Celia coldly,
' lived here."
" Well, whatever it was," I said,
'we must invent a proper reason.
Peter, you nrght pretend you 've come
iO inspect the gas-rneter or the milk
or something. Or perhaps Celia had
aetter disguise herself as a Suffragette
and say that she 's come to borrow a
box of matches. Anyhow, one of us
must get to the front of the house to
search for this walnut-tree."
" It — it seems rather cheek," said
elia doubtfully.
" We'll toss up who goes."
We tossed, and of course I lost. I
went up the drive nervously. At the
first turn 1 decided to be an insurance-
inspector, at tho next a scout-master,
but, as I approached the front door, I
thought of a very simple excuse. I
lang the bell under the eyes of several
people at lunch and looked about
eagerly for the walnut-tiee.
There was none.
" Does Mr. — er — Erasmus — er — Per-
cival live here?'' I asked the footman.
" No, Sir," he said — luckily.
" Ah 1 Was there ever a walnut — I
mean was there ever a Mr. Percival
who lived here ? Ah ! Thank you,"
and I sped down the drive again.
" Well? " said Celia eagerly.
" Mr. Percival doesn't live there."
" Whoever 'e Mr. Percival ? "
''•Oh, I forgot; you don't know him.
Friends," I added solemnly, " 1 regret
to tell you there is no walnut-tree."
"I arn not surprisec'," Slid Peter.
' The walk bom : was a silent one.
For the rest of the day Celia was
thoughtful. But at the end of dinner
S e brightened up a little and joined
m the conversation.
" At Hilderton Hall," she said sud-
denly, " we always "
' " H'r'm," I said, clearing my throat
loudly. " Peter, pass Celia the wal-
nuts.'
* * * * *
I bave had great fun in London this
week with the walnut joke, though
Celia says she is getting tired of it.
But I had a letter from Peter to-day
which ended like this: —
" By the way, I was an ass last
week. I took you to Banfield in mis-
t ike for Hikterton. I went to Hilderton
yesterday and found Hilderton Hall-
a large place with a walnut-tree. It 's
a little way out of the village, and is
marked big on the next section of the
map to the one we were looking at.
You might tell Celia."
True, I might . . .
Perhaps in a week or two I shall.
A. A. M.
AWUST 27, 1913.]
PUNCH, Oil TI1K LONDON CHARIVARI.
185
DEBATE ON SPORTS' OFFICE VOTE.
MR. BONAR LAW rose amidst loud
Opposition cheers to move the reduc-
tion of the vote for the Minister of
Sports' salary by £100 : —
" Sir, the conduct of Ministers,
degraded, corrupt and incompetent as
it is in all spheres, is peculiarly base in
the domain of sport. Wo see foreigners
unchecked, untaxed, subsidised by their
respective Governments, enter our
competitions and carry off our treasured
trophies to other lands. This serious
drain of silver pots must not be allowed
to continue. 1 put aside with contempt
the fallacy that we regain the value of
the cups because they are carried
abroad in British ships. I say
emphatically that unless foreign com-
petitors are handicapped on British
ground our day is done. We cannot
pretend to stand up against the com-
petition of a protected world. Unless
foreign athletes are compelled when
performing to bear a burden of at least
ten per cent, of their own weight " —
(Mr. SWIFT MACNEILL: "PoorHACKEN-
SCFTMIDT ! ") — -"there is no hope of re-
gaining our national supremacy.
'• Wherever one looks in. the field of
British sport one sees cause for grave
uneasiness. So far this season the
aggregate attendances at the Chelsea
Football Ground have only increased
by thirty thousand" — (Mr. GHIOZZA
MONEY: "Hear, hear.") — "That may
sat is f y the honourableMember for North-
amptonshire (E.), but the thoughtful
sportsman will contemplate the German
figures. The Berlin clubs have this
season increased their aggregate attend-
ances twenty- five per cent." — (Mr.
ROWLAND HUNT : " Shame ! Let 's have
a war," and laughter) — " twenty-five
per cent., and the Chelsea increase is
only ten per cent. If this continues
where shall we be ? I see the hand-
writing on the wall. The day will
come, given a prolongation of the rule
of this the worst of all Governments,
when excursionists will rush from this
country to see the German Cup Final
at Berlin." (Loud Opposition cheers.)
"Again, I accuse the Government of
gross neglect in not enforcing the
Aliens Act against foreign professionals.
Blackburn Eovers have spent £5,000
on a centre-forward from Prague. The
Cobdenite fallacies die hard in Lan-
cashire. Sheffield United have given
British gold for a Peruvian half-back.
English money leaves the country,
English footballers are thrown out of
work, and the Government sits supine,
content if they have robbed a Church,
ruined an Empire, debased football and
drawn their salaries." (Loud cheers
and a Voice : " Eub it in ! ")
Gladys. "Oir, BEET, I TVOXDEH IF THKRK ABE ASK STALACTITES IN THIS CAVK?"
Bert. "\VKLt, IP THERE ARE, HAVEN'T I GOT THIS STICK TO DEFEND YOU WITH?"
" But I have an even graver accusa-
tion to bring against this all-iniquitous
Government. There is nothing in the
realm of sport more important than the
Derby. When the turf was nationalised
I predicted that corruption would creep
in even with the sport of kings. This
year there chanced to be an Italian
runner for the Derby. It was fairly
obvious that Ministers wished it to
win. They could not hide their love
for the foreigner. I state with regret
that the CHANCELLOR OF THE EX-
CHEQUER and the ATTORNEY-GENERAL
received racing tips from the trainer of
this foreign horse. The trainer was
the ATTORNEY - GENERAL'S brother.
And I may say that if there is any in-
tention of promoting the right honour-
able gentleman to the important post
of Judge on the Government race-
courses " — (The Chairman : " Order,
order. That question hardly arises on
this vote.") — " in any case this tip
enabled the CHANCELLOR OF THE EX-
CHEQUER to pile up an immense for-
tune." (Mr. LLOYD GEORGE : " Well,
now I must explain. I have made no
fortune. 1 am a poor man. The horse
ran thirteenth. And, to show that I
was not actuated by motives of personal
gain, let me state publicly that I have
not yet paid the Bookmaker." Loud
Ministerial cheers.)
" I am content to leave it at that.
Wo see the highest legal authority of
the Crown accepting racing tips. We
see England's CHANCELLOR OF THE
EXCHEQUER, who should be the acutest
financier of the country, squandering
his money on ' also rans.' Would Mr.
GLADSTONE havo done that?" — (Oppo-
sition shouts of " Never.") — " Would
even the present PREMIER, enemy of the
Empire as he is, deliberately use his
position to back ' also rans ' ? I doubt
it. Would he, if he had made a specu-
lative investment, decline to pay his
bookmaker?" — (Cocoa Member: "I
hope so.") — " I am sorry that even one
186
PUNCH, OR THE LONDON CHARIVARI.
[AUGUST 27, 1913.
of his supporters should have so low an
opinion of him.
" Sir, I have shown the Government
to be incapable, base, corrupt, and the
friends of the foreigner. I have proved
them to be the enemies of British
sport, and it is my painful duty to
move the reduction of this vote by
£100." (Loud and continued cheering.)
"GENTLEMEN, THE DRAMA!"
A MEETING of dramatists to consider
Mr. CYRIL MAUDE'S suggestion that
play-writing should be systematically
taught in schools has just been held
in the operating theatre at Guy's
Hospital. Mr. WALKLEY was in the
wholly owing to the absence of Mr.
MAUDE'S scheme of instruction. Ilence-
fonvard he saw no reason why any
play should fail. It was not as if
personality counted, as in other forms
of art, or as if a sense of life was neces-
sary. (Cheers and counter-cheers.)
Mr. GHANVILLE BARKER denied that
the writing of real plays could be
agreed with every word that Mr.
MAUDE had said. Play-writing could
be taught and should be taught — in
fact, ho had done something to teach it
himself, as readers of his " How to do
it like billy-oh" papers, recently running
in TheEiiglishlicvicw, would remember.
All that was needed was a clear-headed
expository instructor, an apt pupil,
taught. Only genius, he held, could paper, pen and ink. If they had a few
produce plays sufficiently true and drab minutes to spare he would show them.
to empty the theatre; which was, he
said, the aim of all conscientious crafts-
men. Mere entertainments no doubt
(Panic.)
Sir ARTHUR
PINERO paralysed the
company by asking in what way his
Chair, and he was supported by some of room.)
the leading dramatists of the country, I Mr. Louis
including Mr. MAX PEM-
BEHTON, the Eevue King.
Mr. MAUDE was also
present.
In his opening re-
marks Mr. WALKLEY said
that his own opinion was
that everything that the
budding dramatist need
know was contained in
the Poetics of ARISTOTLE.
(Groans.) The misery
of gentlemen present, he
added, did not alter the
fact. He was born lisp-
ing ARISTOTLE'S name,
and if ever he died, which
was unlikely, no doubt
it would be with ARIS-
TOTLE'S name on bis lips.
(Renewed commotion.)
Mr. BERNARD SHAW
said that too much fuss
was being made about
could be knocked up, but not first-class latest play would have been improved
plays of the order indicated. (At this had he attended a class for dramatists,
moment a painful sensation was caused
by Mr. SHAW'S sorrowfully leaving the
N. PARKER, who looked
THE CHANNEL TUNNEL.
TrMID PEOPLE, EVEN IN THE IMPROBABLE EVENT OP A HOSTILE FORCE
BEIXG IN POSSESSION OF CALAIS, NEED HAVE NO FEAR WHILST WE HAVE
STURDY BRITISH CONDUCTORS ON THE TRAINS.
what was, after all, only a trick. Play-
writing was a gift which some men,
such as himself, had, and others, such
as SHAKSPEAHE, had not. He would be
ishamed to spend more than a few
iours on any play, however masterly.
[Sensation.) The idea of teaching play-
writing was only one degree more ab-
surd than teaching cricket. (Oh 1 Oh !)
Sir JAMES BARBIE wished Mr. MAUDE'S
jroject every success. Nothing could
>e easier, he held, than to teach suc-
cessful play-writing. In Mr. MAUDE'S
words the pupils " would have exercises
n dialogue, and would be taught con-
ciseness, crispness, and how to make
points. Then they would learn the
^instruction of a play, openings, cur-
ains, and all the vital matters which
pell the difference between failure and
uccess." Well, Sir JAMES asked, what
ould be simpler than that ? Crispness
nd point were, of course, at any one's
ervice, and the circumstance that so
many plays were dull and ill-made was
somewhat fatigued from his efforts in
dramatising the Old Testament and
satisfying Mr. BROOKFIELD with his
tact and discretion, offered to teach
play-writing to any pupil in six months
— " provided he had the mind." (Mr.
CYRIL MAUDE : " I forgot that.")
Mr. GALSWORTHY agreed that play-
writing could be preceded by much
useful learning; but it was not the
learning of the schools but of the hard
grey world. Coal mines, factories,
prisons, mean streets — these were the
proper training-ground of the drama-
tist. (Cries of Help !)
Mr. CECIL RALEIGH urged that Mr.
GALSWORTHY had omitted the best
school of all-
DEANE'S court.
' is two boards
(Loud cheers.)
The Revue King, who was greeted
with cries of " No ! No ! " sat down
again amid great applause.
Mr. ARNOLD BENNETT said that he
— Justice BARGHAVE
" All I ask," he said,
and a divorce case."
No one replying, he sat down in silent
and sarcastic triumph.
In the gloom that followed, the meet-
ing silently dispersed, and Mr. MAUDE
— returned to his theatre to
i complete arrangements
for a number of new
plays, none of which was
writtenunderinstruction.
We hear that several of
the public schools have
taken so kindly to Mr.
| MAUDE'S suggestion that
; they are already in nego-
; tiation with well-known
(dramatists to act as
I coaches. Alter the pas-
| sage in Peter and Wendy
(describing Captain
\ Hook's education, the
headmaster of Eton had
no alternative but to
invite Sir JAMES BARBIE
to instruct the Etonians
whom he understands
so well. Harrow has
thrown out feelers to-
- wards the Brothers MEL-
VILLE. Mr. MAUGHAM goes to Rugby,
Mr. HOUGHTON to Winchester, Mr. DE
COUEVILLE to Ardingly, and Mr. GALS-
WORTHY to the School of Economics.
Meanwhile The Daily Sale, ever on
the look-out for objects for its single-
minded munificence, is offering £5,000
(five thousand pounds) for the best play
written by a school-boy under sixteen
fresh from a dramatic class, to be
entitled The Failure of Pickles. The
editor's decision to be final. A further
sum of £2,000 (two thousand pounds)
for the best " Pirnplet " concocted from
the above phrase.
"Another of Hodder and Stough ton's
autumn books will be a snoring edition of
Sir J. M. Barrie's ' Quality Street.' "
Liverpool Courier.
Just the book for the bedside.
" STRIKE OP PUTTERS," announces a
contemporary. Our own has refused
to do its job for weeks.
AUGUST 27, 1913.]
PUNCH, OR THE LONDON CHARIVARI.
187
THE EDUCATION OF THE BRITISH ATHLETE.
"LET'S HIKE Tins LITTLE BLIGHTER; WE'LL SHOW HIM
WHAT 'S WHAT— WHAT?"
"COME oy, GUIDE! HUBBY UP AND SEE THTB WONDERFUL
VIEWS."
"WltY WILL THE SILLY ASS TOIST OUT VIEWS? COUNTBY FIT
ONLY FOR FI.IF.S."
THE SUMMIT!
188
PUNCH, OR THE LONDON CHARIVARI.
[AUGUST 27, 1913.
PAGES FROM THE DIARY OF
A FLY.
(By our Charivariety Artiste.}
in.
MY narrow escape from a water
grave brought on another tit of nerves
and 1 quietly left the room and crawlet
upstairs and lay down on the library
sofa again. Is it, I wonder, an un
lucky house ? There are such things
I may leave to-morrow.
What a deal of tragedy there is in a
fly's life, if one comes to think of it
Few of us — only, I should say, an
inlinitesimally small proportion — die in
our beds. Death is always lurking al
our elbow. For example, each winter
hundreds of thousands of us — all, in
fact, who cannot manage to get to the
Riviera — perish of cold. Something, ]
cannot help thinking, might be done to
prevent this appalling mortality. ]
have seen moths, for instance, in expen-
sive fur coats. If they can do it, we
ought to be able to do it. But it ii
rather of the sudden deaths — the violent
ends— 4hat I was thinking. Take my
own family. I have already mentioned
the cases of my poor mother and
her mother before her. My paternal
grandfather, when asleep in an arm-
chair, was sat upon by a man weighing
eighteen stone. Mybrothersand sisters,
Frank, George, Mary, Daphne, Joyce,
Patience and Iris, when mere young-
sters, were all trapped in treacle, and
my father perished in an heroic attempt
to rescue them. A spider got my dear
sister Ermyntrude, and birds ran off
with Dulcie, Clarence, and Stephen.
Guy — powerful fellow though he was
had his spine broken by a horse's hoof.
Marmaduke was pulled to pieces before
his mother's eyes by a brat of a boy.
Then there was the case of Reginald.
Reginald was our black sheep, and con-
sequently his mother's favourite. He
took to drink. It was perhaps scarcely
bis fault. He was egged on by others.
It began in a small way. Out of curi-
osity he looked into a public-house one
day. Some men there gave him a drop
of beer. Apparently it amused them to
see him intoxicated ; the thought of it
s sufficiently humiliating. The liking
'or strong drink grew upon Reg., and
be became a public-house loafer. He
would even steal beer. One day — pos-
sibly he was under the influence— he
missed his footing on the inside wall
of a tankard, fell into a half of bifcter,
ind — it is almost too gruesome to tell —
vas swallowed by a bricklayer — with-
ut even enjoying the wasp's satis-
action of stinging the fellow as he went
iown. He left 51 widows and 3,071
hildren ; for Reginald, in sp:te of his
weakness, was an exceptionally hand-
some and taking fellow. By a mere
chance the tragedy was witnessed by a
friend of ours who happened to be on
the bar counter at the time, and he
gave us a full account of the affair —
including a description of the coughing,
spluttering, and swearing of the dirty
toper who became, so to say, the grave
and monument of my poor brother. It
nearly killed my mother, and made
teetotalers of such of us as had hitherto
been in the habit of taking a drop now
and then.
Another of my family perished
through over-eating. My half-sister
Geraldine had the good fortune, as she
thought, one afternoon, to be the only
fly imprisoned under the muslin cover
over the cakes in the window of a con-
fectioner's shop. It was the oppor-
tun ty of a lifetime, and Geraldine
made the most of it. But it was her
undoing. She gorged and gorged and
gorged. Then suddenly she felt a rush
of blood to the head, there was a loud
report, and then no more Geraldine.
Thus does misfortune dog our foot-
steps. And what about the " mysterious
disappearances " ? There have been
hundreds of these in our family. Some
few may possibly be explained by
elopements, but the great majority
point to a violent end. Not always,
though. An old friend of mine — I had
known her in her maiden days — lost
one of her youngsters. Again he was
he black sheep and the favourite — I
don't pretend to understand these
,hings — and the mother wore her-
self to a skeleton searching for
lim. One day, just as she was think-
ng she must give up the quest as
hopeless, she spotted the young gentle-
man in a butcher's shop. " My dearest,
dearest pet ! " she cried as she rushed
towards him. " Hulloa, Mother; fancy
meeting you 1 " said the callous young
neast, licking his chops and scarcely
ooking up. That is your modern young
ty ! He left home, he had the good taste
to tell the old lady, because he found it
dull there and the restrictions irksome,
and it was only with the greatest diffi-
culty, and after a promise had been given
'hat nothing should be said if he came
n late at nights, that Master Archibald
was persuaded to return home !
Still, that was an exceptional in-
stance. The mysterious disappearances
which are so common with us are too
icrrible to contemplate ....
There is a question which I often
hink about. What becomes of us
ifter death ? Some say currants, and
here is an end of us. I don't believe
his. I believe we become angels — for
fie can fly. I wonder ....
In the act of wondering 1 fell asleep.
FINIS.
THE YELLOW GNOME.
HUSH!
Creep at the cool of dusk
By a rill where sleeps the rush ;
By a fern-choked fence
Where meadow-sweet and musk
Faint opiates dispense.
Whist!
Steal through the languid mist
Drowsed from the poppy's wound,
Sweet from the trodden clover,
Hurry tip-toe over.
Creep !
As the owl's low note is crooned
Hollow, mellow, deep,
Enter a wood, dark, old ;
Step light on the yielding mould
O'er many a moulted plume;
Wake not a note of sound
Across the slumb'ring gloom.
Steal !
Stoop low to the velvet ground.
Kneel !
Behind a leafy mound — •
Seel
At the waist of the mouldering tree,
On the lip of the ragged hole,
In the stricken moss-grown bole,
There 's a rogue of a yellow
Little fellow
Of a gnome
At the porch of his vaulted home.
" Where ? "
There !
See!
With his chin on his gnarled knee,
Thumbs on shin,
Lips a-grin — •
So.
See?
"No?"
Elbows bare,
Tangled hair
Like weed on a yellow beach ;
Nose awry,
Glowing eye,
Now green as a mildewed peach,
Now saffron hot, then sapphire cool,
Like gems in a moonlit pool.
See? "No?
Not yet ? " Oh, oh ]
Why, bless —
Ah, yesl
Too loud, too loud !
He 's gone for good
In a musty cloud,
In an odorous shroud
Of rotten wood 1
"6ow IN THE BULL HOTEI,."
Essex County Tcler/raph.
The forward sex 1
" Thanks mostly to a stand by G. N. Foster
nd Perrin, when things wore critical, Leicester
eft oft with 127 for four wickets."
Daily Mirror.
Very sporting of Worcestershire and
Esses to allow this.
AUGUST 27, 1913.]
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189
THE CULT OF THE PEKY-PEKY.
First Omier of Prize Doglet. "THESE SEASIDE PLACES DON'T APPEAL TO MB THB LEAST LITTLE BIT. BDT OZONEVILLE WAS
RECOMMENDED TO GIVE TONE TO CHOO-CHOO'8 NEBVE8. HE *S BEEN SUFFERING FROM SEVERE SHOCK THROUGH SEEING TWO FEARFUL-
MONGRELS HAVE A FIGHT IN THE PARK ONE DAY. YoUB LITTLE THINGY-THING *8 OFF COLOUB TOO?"
Second Owner of Prize Doglct. "YES, A BIT BUN DOWN AFTEB THE SEASON. SORRY, BUT I REALLY MOST HUBBY A WAV. BAND'S
BEGINNING TO PLAY SOMETHING OF BALFE'8, AND I NEVER ALLOW MlNG-MlXO TO HEAB BANAL D&UOD& MUSIC."
SADIE AND THE L/.VINDER MAN.
SADIE and her " Pop " were doing
London exhaustively. On a certain
dull August morning they were in a
taxi, sampling the suburbs, when Sadie
su klenly called a halt.
" What 'a the trouble, baby-child ? "
isked " Pop," as the chauffeur brought
.hem up short. " Nothing to see in this
:>ld place, anyway I "
Maybe not, Pop, but something to
'icer," cried Sadie, her bright face alight
jVith joyous triumph and her finger
aised. Sure enough, in the distance
ounded the remote, melancholy, mys-
enous cry of a lavender man.
" Sit up and take notice, Pop I That 's
lie last, the •wtm/last.of the old London
treet Cries 1 There was haf a hundred
iid more in old times, and now there 's
aly the Sweet Lavender Cry — the
irry last survivor. Isn't it a lovely
lant?" and Sadie raised her voice,
which was not quite so pretty as her
face, and sang the opening bars : —
"Will you come buy my sweet lav-cn-der?"
" I know all about it, Pop, and I 've
been after that dear old cry ever since
we concluded to sample Greater London
this morning. It's one of the oldest
of the old street cries; and the finest
lavender comes from a place called
Mitcham, way down south-west of
London. For centuries it 's been grown
there ; and for centuries the same fam-
ilies have cried it through the streets of
London. The industry, by what I learn,
has been kept vurry much among one
set of folks, like a good many British
institutions, and the dear old cry has
been handed down from father to son ;
that 's what makes it so interesting and
so romantic ; and that 's why it seems
to strike some old hidden chord some-
where in one's being. Guess this vurry
man's ancestors sang that old lavender
chant through the streets of Old Lon-
don, and our ancestors hearkened to it
before ever they thought of booking
passages by the Mayflower."
The lavender man, with his loud and
somewhat raucous chant, had ap-
proached the stationary taxi by this
time, and Sadie, after listening raptur-
ously to him at close quarters, beckoned
him and proceeded to buy up his whole
stock. " The whole crowd '11 want
some," she said ; " Momma and the
boys, and Clytie and Edna — real,
genuine Mitcham lavender, bought of
a real, genuine, traditional, British
lavender man. Say, Pop," as a new
idea struck her, " what 's the matter
with our taking this man back, right
now, to the Savoy and getting a record
of the last of the old London street
cries for my phonograph ? "
"Best not take him back with us,
Sadie," objected " Pop " in an aside.
" Looks like we should be taking more
PUNCH, OR THE LONDON CIIARIVAB
THAN HE HAD IMAGINED IT
than him if we took him. Let him
clean himself some and come to the
Savoy later, if you want a record of his
old cry. Seems a mighty dull specimen.
Hasn't said a word yet."
"No; isn't that purfectly lovely/
Such true British taciturnity. Dear,
dull, silent, moss-grown folks they are."
To the lavender man Sadie proceeded
to explain : "We want a record of that
lovely old cry of yours. We're from
the other side ; but we know all about
lavender; how it's grown at a place
called Mitcham, and all you lavender
men live there in a sort of little settle-
ment to yourselves, just as your fathers
and grandfathers did before you ; am
you 've learned the dear old chant from
generation to generation, your fatbei
teaching it to you and his father teach
ing it to him, and so on way back til
it 's enough to give anyone brain fevei
to think of it ! It 's a purfectly purfectly
sweet notion 1 And the fact that yoi
don't answer anything I say to you is
just right — shows what a true, genuine
British lavender man you must be."
" ' Fine capacity for silence,' to quote
the late THOMAS CARLYLE, of Eccle-
fechan, Scotland, and Chelsea. London,"
put in "Pop."
" Well, now," went on Sadie, " that s
what we want of you— a record of this
splendid old chant, that 's come down
from father to son through the cen-
turies. You '11 come to the Savoy Hotel,
Strand, and sing it good and hard into
a phonograph— and you might add a
few particulars of the life at the
Mitcham lavender settlement and how
far back you can trace your descent
from the original old lavender men,
and we'd give you seven dollars— or,
say a pound and a haf, British money.
Take it or leave it."
"'Scuse me, lidy," interrupted an
expert in bottles and bones, who hac
stopped pushing his barrow in order to
listen, and now drew up, " but it ain't
no use arstin' that bloke nothin' — yoi
won't get no change out of 'im. Lives
in same 'ouse as me out Bednall Green
way, 'e doss, and 'e on'y landed^ 'en
last week, and carn't speak nothin' bu
Yiddish — couldn't tip you a word o
English, not if it was ever so ! "
"But— but he was singing the ol
lavender cry," urged Sadie desperately
Oh— that I Yus, lidy, 'e was
huckin' it out cert'nly, but they
earns 'em that at the place where they
~~li their stock o' lavender."
*****
- ' Guess this vurry man's ancestors
cried that lovely old cry through the
streets of Old London, and our ancestors
i Darkened to it before ever they thought
of booking passages by theMayflower,' '_
quoted "Pop" musingly, as the I
sped away again on its suburb-sampling
mission. "Another illusion knocked
out, baby-child I "
"Don't rub it in, Pop!" pleadec
Sadie ; and then, with a sudden mov
ment, she throw all her recently-pui
chased lavender into the road. "
ing old stuff 1 Reckon even that
imported ! And maybe there 's no s
place as Mitcham, anyway I "
•• TYPHUS IN GLASGOW.
TWENTY-EIGHT CASES.
AILMENT WELL STBEAD."
These cheerful headlines appear la The
Glasgow News, not The British Medical
Journal.
PUNCH, OB THE LONDON CHARIVARI.— AUGUST 27, 1013.
WOODEOW ON TOAST.
PKESIDENT WOODEOW WILSON, U.S.A. "IF YOU DON'T TAKE CABE, I SHALL HAVE TO
TEEAT YOU THE SAME WAY AS EUROPE TREATS THE TURK."
MEXICO. "AND HOW'S THAT?"
PRESIDENT WOODBOW WILSON. "WELL, I SHALL HAVE TO— TO GO ON WAGGINQ MY
FINGER AT YOU."
AUGUST 27, 1913.]
PUNCH, OR THE LONDON CHARIVARI.
193
tvl -
THE CALL OF THE WILD WAVES.
" WELL, LANCELOT, WK WILL oo DOWN TO THE SANDS JCST
ONCE, HUT DON'T LET D8 CAPEB ABOUT LIKE THE COMMON HEKD
JDS BECAUSE WE ARE AT THE SEA-BIDE."
THE FALL.
THE LAST LAY
Of an illegible Poet, whose typewriting
machine, having occasion to trawl,
collapsed en route.
Is Cuthbert broke ? Is Cuthbert dead ?
Shall he no more display
His rampant S, his couchant Z,
His slightly jaded A,
His errant colon, sudden stop.?
Ilath Cuthbert had a fatal drop ?
Tis so indeed. Too dead is he
To type a final B. 1. P.
A porter man of coarse physique,
Who 'd never paused to note
The verse, appearing week by week,
That I and Cuthbert wrote —
A porter man it was by whom
Befell this comprehensive doom —
A porter man, who didn't choose
To mind poor Cuthbert's P's and Q's.
By day, when I am other than
The thing I am by night,
I practise as a Business man
And little else I write
Save " Yours to hand . . .," " the thir-
teenth inst "
And such-like phrases, bald, unminced.
And even these I but dictate
For others to elucidate.
The shaded lamp, the evening meal,
The alcoholic cup,
These bring my gentler muse to heel
And keep me sitting up
Inditing verses by the score,
While others lie abed and snore ;
But verses, which no human eyna
Could later read — not even mine.
Till Cuthbert came, when poems which
Had little use of old
Were now discovered to be rich
In seams of sterling gold,
And, what is more, to scan and rhyme
And earn a guinea every time.
And doth the sudden end of Cuth
Involve the end of me ? It doth.
That I am loth to fill his place
Is not from sentiment,
But only that I cannot face
The money to be spent,
For twenty pounds is surely what
May be regarded as a lot.
" Dictate 'em to the clerk," you say ?
The notion takes my breath away.
To call in person, sit beside
The Editorial chair,
And, once a week at eventide,
Declaim one's verse from there
Would be a gross unkindness to
My Editor, nay, hero, who
This once (hut, mark, this once alone)
Has taken stuff by telephone.
Another Near Eastern Problem.
"Russian warships have been ordered to
Sevastopol. It is thought that this move is
in connection with Turkey's refusal to evacu-
ate Constantinople." — Aberdeen Free Press.
We all know that Turkey has a yield-
ing nature, but this is asking too much
of her.
" According to Kobe advices, refugees from
China are daily swelling. Beuter."
Western Daily Mercury.
The Kobe mosquito is notorious among
travellers.
PUNCH, OK THE LONDON CHARIVARI.
[AUGUST 27, 1913.
AT THE PLAY.
"THE Bia GAME."
IT was on the third night that I
paid a visit to the New Theatre, and
was struck, before the rise of the curtain,
by the curiously ingenuous and undis-
tinguished aspect of the stalls. I half
feared that they had been misled by
the title of Mr. CAKROLL'S play and
were anticipating the appearance of
some of the larger fauna of the African
continent. It was true that, in the
hands of Destiny, a rhino had laid the
seed of all the trouble, but he had been
dead some ten years before the opening
of the play, and consequently did not
face the footlights. It was like this.
suspected, without any good reason, of
complicity in his parent's death. Like
a little Hamlet he sets himself to
avenge that death, and it was indeed a
cursed spite (both for him and the |
audience) that lie should have felt called
upon to put things right. For, nnlike
the King of Denmark, the late Ifr. Boss
was not nearly so white as he was
painted. He was, in fact, a bigamist,
and, in the article of death, had con-
fided to Grimshaw the guardianship of
his extra wife. Faithfully he executes
the trust, concealing it, of course, from
his wife, who cherishes the memory of
her late husband as a model type,
"a man in a million." Young Hamlet,
however, sniffing a rat (as it might be)
Act, where the legitimate wife pays her
conventional visit of inspection to the
illegitimate. The play, indeed, was only
saved by the intervention of little Miss
EILEEN ESLER, who played with great
charm and intelligence the precocious
part of Kitty "Morrison," daughter of
Boss by the lady who was his wife " in
the sight of God." Apart from her,
the relief-humour was of the thinnest.
Mr. FRED KERR, as Grimsliaw, did
his possible for the play, and was very
workmanlike. His brusque manner
was admirably suited to the character
of a man who didn't mind being a
gentleman if only he could escape being
a stage-hero. Miss ETHEL DANE, as
the innocent lady whom the bigamist
Dying Rhino.
"THE BIG GAME."
SCENE— Central Africa. TIME— Ten years or so before rise of curtain.
[NOTE— The track of the fatal bullet is indicated by a dotted line.]
' There '11 be trouble about this. I shouldn't be surprised if a pretty bad play was written on the subject."
Mr. and Mrs. Boss and their particular
friend, Mr. Grimshaw, were on a shoot-
ing trip in Central Africa. One fine
day a rhino charged the first-named.
The native who was carrying his rifle
threw it away and fled. Mr. Grimsliaw
at once discharged his piece at the
monster, and at the same moment Mr.
Boss ran across the line of fire and
intercepted the bullet. Mr. Grimshaic,
having received his friend's dying con-
f* "i -i , i • -,
fidences, married the widow,
gave out for convenience that
deceased had perished of fever.
and
the
His
conscience was quite clear as to the
accidental nature of Boss's death, and
fortunately the lady, who witnessed
the episode, was in a position to sup-
port his view.
All, then, might have gone moderately
well in the borne circle but for the fact
that the extinct sportsman had left be-
hind him a son, who adored his memory
and detested the step-father, whom he
Poloniui behind the arras), spies upon
his step-father and reports him at home
as a base deceiver leading a double life.
Grimshaw, persistently noble, declines
to clear himself at the cost of his dead
friend's honour — always" a good line
for heroes of the stage. But the family
doctor, who knows all and is sensible
enough to recognise that a living lion
is worth any number of dead dogs,
gives the secret away.
It is patent that every step which
the boy takes to expose what he
imagines to be his step-father's baseness
and duplicity only brings him nearer
to the loss of his own ideal. Like
(Edipns on the track of his father's
slayer, he brings about his own un-
doing. This is your right Sophoclean
irony. But when you have noted that,
you have noted practically all that is
to be said for The Big Game. For,
frankly, it was dull stuff, reaching the
had betrayed, never qi.'le secured nr
sympathy. She had too much the ail
of a virtuous cocotte. Mr. HEVKKIDGF
a medical amicus curia, with a per
manent frock-coat, an Irish brogue aiv
a vein of extremely childlike and pi inii
tive humour (largely associated with hi
umbrella), was not so well served a
I have seen him. Miss FRANCES Ivoi
as Boss's widow and Grimshaw's \vif<
bore with a nice serenity the divisio
of her dear heart between her two lius'
bands ; and Miss MARGARET DALLAS, ;
a garrulous menial, saw the fun, and,
hope, the improbability, of her lines.
It was unfortunate that Mr. DESK
NEILSON-TERRY, in the part of tl
stepson, Julian Boss, the first part '
has "created" (I
word from his own
cull this dre;ulf
alleged utteran
to an interviewer), should have had
represent a spoilt and insufferable pv
— or "neuropath," as he put it; f
low-water mark of tedium in the last j with a young actor who has yet
AUGUST 27. 1913.]
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195
Kervoits Tourist. "ARE YOU SURE THE DRIVER is A STRICTLY SOBER MAN? HE DOES NOT LOOK LIKE AS ABSTAINER."
Landlord. "\VEEL, THERE'S NO AN ABSTAINER ABOOT THE PLACE, MAM, BUT HE'S THE NEXT BEST THING TAB IT; us CAS.XA
FILL THAT YIN FOU."
make his mark in original work an
audience is apt to make confusion
between the character that he plays
and his own personality; and some of
us may have been excusably tempted
to attribute to Mr. NEILSON-TERRY the
conceit and affectation of Julian Boss.
It was a difficult and outrageous part,
and he tried honestly to play it ; but
he has much to learn in voice and
gesture and movement. It is, perhaps,
a pity that, in the interview to which I
have referred, he should have advertised
the merits of The Big Game so loudly ;
for those who allowed themselves to be
guided by his youthful judgment must
have been sadly let down. O. S.
1 ' More is expected of every class of woman
than Girton or Newnham, and if they have
not they wish they had." — Daily Mirror,
Surely you see that?
"Startled by the impact of bat and ball, it
has been said that rabbits often scurry across
tho 'Worcester ground, but the two Surrey
batsmen showed no such timidity."
Daily News.
Ilor.ns and HAYWABD are no rabbits.
THE ADDED CUBIT.
[A doctor claims to have discovered a com-
pound which will increase tho height even of
adults, though it is most efficacious in tho
case of children.]
FIRED by a firm resolve to rise
To heights untouched before,
And daunted not by frequent tries
To make my inches more,
I bought a bottle of this boon,
A large one, and a table-spoon.
•will note a
change
m
" My son
mo,"
Thought I, " and much admire
The strapping man that used to be
His far too puny sire,
And murmur in respectful tone,
' Oh, mother, hasn't father grown I ' '
Alas, I did not count upon
His passion for research.
One morn I found the bottle gone
From its accustomed perch.
The youngster sought to know (and
touch)
What is it father likes so much.
He drained this wondrous draught of
mine,
And youth 's the time to shoot,
So at the early ago of nine
He tops me by a foot,
And, when he argues with his Pa,
Treats him too much de haut en bas.
The Coming of Autumn.
" Sir John Simon has already consented to
address a series of Free Trado -meetings in the
autumn, which begins in Glasgow in October."
Manchester Guardian.
And in England a few days earlier, as
usual.
Mr. AYNESWORTH, as reported in TJie
Evening Neivs : —
"It is, as you know, adapted from 'La
Prise do Berg-op- Zoom,' an alliterative title."
We should never have guessed it.
"Wanted a dwarf or midget. Must be
small." — Advt. in " Daily Chronicle."
Tho conditions are too arduous. If
the advertiser were not so absurdly ,
particular he would get many more j
applicants.
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PUNCH, OR THE LONDON CHARIVARI.
[AUGUST 27, 1913.
RE-SESSIONAL.
(With grateful acknoioledgments to the Parliamentary Eepre-
sentative of "The Daily Chronicle," the lines that
follow being little more than a metrical version of the
subjoined passages from his Review of the Session.)
["The Liberal party has had its ups and downs in the past Session,
and on a few occasions it was confronted with very embarrassing, not
to say perilous, situations. From all of thorn, under the cool and
skilful guidance of the Prime Minister, it emerged not only without
discredit, but with added strength— indeed, fortified and purified by
the discipline of adverse circumstances. . . . Mr. Asquitb has
mastered the secret of getting profit for his Ministry out of circum-
stances of peril. . . . Mr. Asquith is an Englishman to his finger-
tips. Yet this typical Englishman has succeeded in winning the
unqualified devotion of the Irish Nationalists. At the banquet given
to the Prime Minister by Mr. Redmond, the warm-hearted Irishmen
were almost swept off their feet by a thrilling passage in Mr. Asquith's
speech in which he acknowledged his gratitude to • my Irish com-
rades.' . . . Next to the Prime Minister, Mr. Lloyd George has
bulked largest on the Parliamentary stage. His daring and supple
genius has been of inestimable value to the Liberal party. He was
winged for a time by the wretched tracasseries of the Marconi affair,
but quickly recovered."
After noting Mr. LLOYD GEORGE'S "apostolic fervour" for social
reform, the writer goes on to describe Mr. WINSTON CHURCHILL'S
"paean on oil fuel" as a remarkable performance, enlarges on the
exceptional humanity of Mr. MoKENNA, the "flowering out" of
Mr. MASTEBMAN into a first-class Parliamentarian, and the all-round
competency of Sir JOHN SIMON, " who shines with equal lustre in the
House of Commons and at the Courts." In a previous issue he dilates
on Mr. T. P. O'CoNNOB's championship of the small nationalities,
especially the Armenians.]
WE Liberals in the twelve-month past have had our ups
and downs ;
We basked awhile in Fortune's smile, and wilted 'neath
her frowns ;
Yet, though this arduous discipline our grit has sorely
tried,
We 've issued from the ordeal completely purified.
Our wonderful PRIME MINISTER full-throatedly we bless
For turning to our profit each Ministerial mess ;
He pilots us through perilous seas, where surging billows
boil,
But hitherto has never lost his little can of oil.
Besides, he has no maggots in his massive English brain ;
He 's free from thrills and Celtic frills, he 'a sturdy and he 'a
sane;
Yet when he called the Irishmen at REDMOND'S festive
board
" My comrades," from O'CONNOR'S eyes the teardrops
freely poured—
O'CoNNOB, ceaseless eulogist of all that 's chic and smart ;
Who takes the poor Armenians to his all-embracing heart ;
Whose loving human kindness, saponaceous and serene,
Reaches the lactic level of the richest margarine.
Next to our priceless PREMIER, I must essay to paint
The superhi man virtues of our Cambrian super-Saint;
Who joins the lion's daring to the slither of the eel,
With his " apostolical fervour " and his Athanasian zeal.
Immune from all the weaknesses that hamper common
Dukes,
He thrives upon exposure and he battens on rebukes ;
And, the deeper that he flounders in the mud of ill renown,
The more insistently he claims to wear the martyr's crown.
Next comes tho only WINSTON, whose exuberance is such
Tliafe we cannot eulogize it or disparage it too much;
His Marconi exhibition was magnificent, of course,
But it showed less thought for others than vituperative foice.
Still, after GEORGE and ASQUITH, he 's quite our brightest
jewel,
And we all admired his memorable " pa?an on oil fuel,"
Whose far reverberations cheered Lord MURRAY of Peru
On his journey from Bolivia to the wilds of Timbuctoo.
Of the admirable RUFUS 'tis perhaps enough to say,
As a man and as a brother, that he 's perfect in his way.
While MASTERMAN, whose unction is exuded with such tact,
Is quite the shoving leopard of the gieat Insurance Act.
Though SIMON 'a not so simple as his surname might sug-
gest,
And the way the Tories praise him stirs misgiving in my
breast,
Though he scorns to bluff and bluster or indulge in cheap
retorts,
Still " he shines with equal lustre in the Commons and the
Courts."
The facetiousness of BIRRELL is alone worth twice his
screw ;
And a dilatory magic gilds the utterance of CEEWE ;
JOHN BURNS'S self-assurance is unshattered up till now,
Aud HALDANE still can perorate tho hind-leg off a cow.
Last comes the mild MCKENNA, so tremendously humane,
That to stamp upon a beetle gives him agonising pain,
And with such a noble passion for veracity imbued
That he beats the best achievements of an amateur like
FROUDE.
In fine, however sketchily the Liberal artist paints
The variegated progress of his heroes and his saints,
He cannot fail to recognise that, though severely tried,
Their spiritual nature has been wholly purified.
THE GLACIER.
" THIS," said Francesca, " is your excursion, and I refuse
to bear any responsibility for its consequences."
" Consequences I " I said. " What consequences can
there be ? "
" I have already," she said, " got a blister on my right
foot, and my throat is choked with duet."
" I admit that, in a sense, these are consequences, but I
am hound to point out that you must bear them yourself.
I cannot change feet or throats with you."
" I don't want you to," she said with dignity ; " but why
have we hired a carriage? "
" We have ordered a carriage," I said, " in order that it
might precede us as we ascend these steep Swiss roads. It
makes a dust ; but what of that? It is a comfort to know
that the carriage is there."
" For all the good we 've had out of it, it might just as
well not have been there," she said. " Two hours have
gone by since we started and we have not been in it for
more than ten minutes."
" And that is due to the kindness of our hearts. We cannot
bear to inflict unnecessary suffering on the horses."
"Then we should have left them in the stables."
" No, for then we should not have had the beautiful
consciousness of self-sacrifice. It is for the sake of the
horses that your foot is blistered and your throat parched.
Let this thought console you as you limp through the dust."
" But you," she said, " have no such consolations ; and
that is what annoys me."
" Francesca, you are an unselfish creature ; but if both
my feet were one solid blister your pain would be tho
same."
AUGUST 27, 1913.]
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INFLUENCE OF TttE RUSSIAN BALLET ON BATHING DESIGNS.
(SALOME AJTD TBE FAUN.)
"Then there's the coachman," she said. " Why doesn't
he get off his box and walk sometimes ? "
" He is a fat coachman," I said, " and, once on the box-
seat, he prefers to stay there. Though I am myself a slim
man, I can understand his preference. Perhaps his doctors
have told him that carriage exercise is good for him."
" In that case he ought to pay MS thirty francs instead of
our paying him."
"1 will mention it to him," I said, "if you like; but I
do not think he will look favourably on the suggestion.
They are a grasping lot, these Swiss coachmen, and the law
protects them."
"What I am asking myself," said Francesca, "is why
we came out, on this excursion at all."
" We came," I said, " to see a glacier."
" Pooh I " she said. " What is a glacier ? "
" A glacier," 1 said, " is a sea of ice. That is to say, it is
not the sort of ice that you know. It is made of snow.
It is always there "
" Then all I can say is that we could easily have gone
some other day, or even imagined it. The things I want to
see are the things that are not always there — earthquakes,
avalanches and that sort of thing."
' If money could buy an earthquake, you should have it on
the spot. But this glacier is not so constantly there "
" You said it was."
1 It is not so constantly there as you seem to think. It
moves, you know — only a few inches a day, I fancy, but
still it moves."
" But we shan't see the silly thing move."
" No," I said, " perhaps not ; but it is grand to know
that it can get along without our seeing it. Francosca, there
are crevasses in a glacier."
" Page 45 of ' Physical Geography for Beginners.' "
" In face of this great blind natural force your flippancy
is misplaced. If. for instance, I fell into a crevasse to-day,
and yoa came back to this glacier forty years hence
" I should come in a carriage, you know," said Francesca
cheerfully. " I shouldn't walk."
" Yes," I said, " you would probably come in a carriage.
Then you would stand at the edge of the glacier and let
your mind stray back over forty sad years."
" I 've lost my handkerchief," said Francesca.
" You always have. And while yon stood there you would
suddenly see amongst the stones a gold watch and a large
boot with nails in it. That would be me — I mean, those
melancholy relics would be all that was left of
" You unwoman me," said Francesca. " All the same,"
she added, " I can't help saying this glacier of yours is a
very slow worker, and, if you wanted me to admire it, you
haven't succeeded."
" Look 1 There it is," I said, pointing across the gorge.
" Call that a glacier 1 " she said. " It 's about as big as a
large tablecloth."
"Anyhow," I said sharply, "that's all the glacier you'll
get to-day. If you wanted something bigger you should
have said so. Personally, I admire it very much."
" I don't," said Francesca. E. C. L.
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PUNCH, OK. THE LONDON CIIAKIVAIM.
[AuciusT 27, 1913.
OUR BOOKING-OFFICE.
i/ Mr. Punch's Staff of Learned Clerks.)
USED though I am, more particularly in novels, to those
who do, or talk of doing, Big Things, I have never before
met so large and mixed a company devoted to this vocation.
There is no doubt, of course, that the class of which Sir
CiiLUKHT PARKER writes in The Judgment House (METHUEN)
did much, if not most, of the bringing about and carrying
through of the Boer' War,' but I cannot think that the
Magnates of the Eand or the Officials of Diplomacy set
about the business in quite the large, direct and melo-
dramatic spirit of Eudyard Biiiy and Ian Stafford. They
must have given some thought to details ; some trifles must
have obtruded themselves upon their notice, causing thorn
to show impatience or irritability, to laugh or at least smile ;
oven at such a crisis the tension of the situation and the
facial muscles of those who conducted it must have relaxed
a little onco or twice in a period of some years. On this
part of the affair 1 speak without authority, not knowing
by the light of nature, nor having been told with any exact-
ness in the book, how
Magnates are created or
of what Diplomacy (always
with a big, big D) consists.
The social and criminal
elements of the story are,
however, open to the criti-
cism of the man in the
street. As to the former, I
would argue that the smart
and plutocratic set of
London is herein credited
with a brilliance and
breadth of mind not its
own ; as to the latter, that
the murder of Adrian
Fclloircs cast too long a
shadow before it. And
when it did come the
identity of the agent was
not difficult to guess,
though much mystery was
made of it. But the important thing for his many
admirers is that Sir GILBEKT has written another novel";
and nothing that I have said can alter that fact. At the
worst, I shall only expect a few of them to agree with me
that, while his book is by no means wanting in wit, it would
have been much better for a touch or two of humour.
STOCK HIS LATEST MA6TEBPIKCE.
I think I have seldom met with a more obvious example
of the short story masquerading as a novel than The World's
Daughter (LANE). The first two parts of the tale, which
take one hundred and sixty-five pages to tell, are all about
the events of one day. True, it was an extremely crowded
day. In the morning the hero met the heroine quite
casual-like at a railway station. The heroine was missing
trains, and the hero, who was a perfect stranger (and a far
from imperfect hustler in such matters), said, " Come along
for a pic-nic witli me instead," and, a few minutes later,
" I love you." They were in the train by this time, and the
rest 'of the book is devoted to the pic-nic and what came of
it. Incidentally one may say that it was a somewhat corn-
piehensive outing, involving a bathe in a stream, two
accidents — by dive and bicycle — and a night in a friendly
cottage. But no one need be really alarmed. The pro-
prieties, though strained almost to breaking-point, dp just
hold. This is rather more than I can say about the plot,
which, after the lovers have got back to town, and. she has
sent a wire saying they must part for ever, becomes even
tedious. Yet Mr. CYRIL I IAHCOURT has written an engaging
fantasy, which, though it never convinced me, has many
delightful moments. In other words, Mr. HAUCOUBT the
plot-inventor will probably owe the success of his book
entirely to Mr. HARCOUBT the dainty stylist. Heavily
treated, his theme would have been intolerable.
I read The Power Behind (HuxcHiNSON), by M. 1*. \Yiu,-
COCKS, with deep interest, as a novel quite out of the
' common run. Much of it I have since read a second and a
third time, partly from delight in its many beauties of stvle
and diction and descriptive power, and its thoughtful analysis
of life, and partly with the wish to get a clearer understanding
of its author's design. In the second o[ these aims I con-
fess to have fallen short of success. The girl who is the
chief figure is brought into close relationship with three
men. She was adopted first of all by an old West Country
doctor and naturalist, who in his youth had been the loved
but rejected lover of her French grandmother. Then she
was secretly married by a masterful young astronomer, who
cared much more about
the stars than for the
mother of his child, and
brought wretchedness and
disillusionment into her
life. And lastly, when lie
died because another
doctor hesitated too long
to perform an operation
which would have saved
him, she married the
almost would-be murderer,
who was old enough to be
her father, and became
" the power behind " him,
so that he played a finer
part among his neigh-
bours than ho would have
done without her help.
All this is straightforward
enough, and is worked out
with taste, and discretion.
But I feel dimly that there is a power — that Miss
WILLCOCKS has a power — behind it that I have not fully
grasped. And to some extent I think that is her fault
and not mine. Her canvas is overcrowded with people
and ideas. In the title of nearly every chapter there is un
abstract thought large enough in itself to furnish material
for a separate novel. In this respect her book is inclined
to be vague and baffling. But then so is life, with its good
in ill and its ill in good. And because The Power Behind
is a fine picture of life it seems to me a book that is very
well worth reading.
Miss MONTBESOR'S The Strictly Trained Mather (MURRAY)
is a gentle chronicle of rather smaller beer than is likely to
suit the general palate. The story of Mrs. Betterton, ruth-
lessly managed out of all liberty by her competent daughters
and breaking away from home to go and stay with a grand-
child, cannot be said to provide matter that is morbidly
exciting. The old lady's portrait has been done with skill
and sympathy but the daughters' outlines are not free froir
a rather crude exaggeration. There are no doubt man)
managing folk who would do well to read this little stnd\
of results; though they might only say, "I quite agree! " o;
" How ridiculous ! " without making suitable inferences
For the rest of us I cannot honestly say that there's quiti
enough interest in this palo narrative.
PASTIMES OF THE GEEAT.
Ma. HALL OAISE'S ETEEXAL QUEST FOR A BOOKSHOP THAT DOES KOT
s,.:,-n.:Mi.K« 3, 1913.] riJNCH, OK TJIM LONDON CHARIVARI.
139
n
CHARIVARIA.
THE Kin« of ROUMANIA was attacked,
tlio oilier day, by a gang of bandits.
Alt'1!- I Irs MAJKSTY'S recent appropria-
tion of Bulgarian territory we fool very
st.roiigly that their notion was contrary
to a proper sense of rxprit dc corps.
It has been decided by the Govern-
ment not to send a puni-
tive expedition against
tlio MAD MULLAH. We
consider, however, that a
pretty sharp letter ought
to bo addressed to him ;
otherwise he will think
wo don't mind.
One hundred-and-fifty
German physicians
arrived in Dublin last
week, and visited Guin-
ness's Brewery ; also
Trinity College Medical
School and the College
of Surgeons.
:i: $
Le Temps expresses
itself in favour of a
Channel Tunnel divided
into two sections — one
for the railway, and one
for motor traffic. Why
not a third, asks an Irish
correspondent, for air-
craft? ... o.
Nine years after being
posted from Buxton on
August 25th, 1904, a
post - card was received
last week by Mrs. MAR-
MoN', of 51, Great Queen
Street. It is only fair to
point out that the Liberal
Postmaster-General has
succeeded here where bis
Conservative predecessor
failed.
might be replaced by india-rubber in
the case of adults, and by ink-eraser in
the case of children.
1'y tlio way, not so long ago, rubber
was used largely for floating companies.
This application of it seems now to
have fallen into desuetude.
::• #
-','•
The Open-Air Theatre Society has
Mr. GODFREY
as pessimist!
annual meeting
ISAACS
At the
of the
IN I93O.
"I SAY, CARRY THIS BAG TO THE STATION FOR ME, WILL YOU?"
"Ho, YUS, AND 'AVE TUB UNIOX ON TEH ME."
"WHAT DO YOU MEAN?"
"\\'HY, IF I TOUCHED THAT THERE BAG I'D 'AVE THE AMALGERMATKD
SOCIETY OF LOAFERS ON ME TIIACK. THAT 's WOT."
will feel compelled to make a charge of
one penny for such a ride. Otherwise,
it is I'eaicd, mean persons would make
a habit of taking their rides that way.
While two bo\s \\ere endca\ ouring
to burn out a wasps' nest on a farm at
JIalstead, Suffolk, last week, an out
stack was accidentally fired and entirely
consumed, damage being done to the
amount of JE150. It is
said that nothing more
ghoulish has ever been
heard than the laughter
of the wasps on ap-
preciating what had
happened.
A fly (who was clear-
ly not a militant, for
it happened in New
Zealand) has burnt a
house down. The insect
got itself alight by flying
tli rough a gas jet, and in
its fall set the window-
curtains ablaze— and
hence the conflagration.
" Burn that bouse! " may
yet become the flies'
answer to "Kill that fly I"
•'.'• '-.'
Motor prison-vans, it is
announced, will be seen
in the London streets in
a few weeks' time. It
will be interesting to note
whether this leads to an
increase of custom.
Dr. WOODWARD of the
(ieological Department
of the British Museum
has pronounced the skull
recently discovered at
Ealing to be that of a
woolly rhinoceros of the
Pleistocene age. This,
we understand, is the
sort that spinster ladies
used to keep as pets at
that time. ...
Marconi Company he prophesied that
the day was not far distant when, even
if we were aboard ship, our friends on
land would be able to. ring us up by
means of wireless telephony.
Both the Rubber Growers' Associa-
tion and the Rubber Sharebrokers'
•iation are offering handsome
pri/os for the discovery of new uses for
rubber. We trust
their awards, these
that, in
Associations
making
will
remember that it was Mr. Punch who
first suggested that, if the price of
soap continued to rise, that commodity
VOL. CXI.V.
Dr. II. F. BAKER is,
applied to the London County Council j we read, to address the British Asso-
for permission to
parks. We know
ending a drought.
give plays in the • ciation on the importance of pure
no surer means of
A new life-guard which is now being
tested on motor-omnibuses will, it is
said, when it collides with you, pick
you up and carry 3-011 along on a kind
of screen until the vehicle stops. If
the contrivance works well we see no
reason why it should not develop into
" Society's latest craze."
We understand that the companies
mathematics in the ordinary relations
of life. Can it be that even our mathe-
matics are becoming decadent? If so,
it is good to know that steps are to be
taken to keep them pure.
Lord HOWARD DE WALDEX has gone
to Shuna, in the Western Hebrides.
His Lordship, The Glasgow News in-
forms us, will spend his leisure there
" in fishing for fish in the sea." We
have often wondered what people
fished for.
200
PUNCH, OR THE LONDON CHARIVARI. [SEPTEMBER 3, 1913.
PEACE WEEK.
[•Contemporaneously with the Carnival at the Hague in connection
with the opening of the Palace of Peace, attention was drawn m t
Press to arrangements for further internecine contests between the
iberal and Labour Parties at the next Election. During the same
pcrkxl there was a strike of the Building and Allied Trades m London
which affected the Office of Works, the Atheuceum Club, and other
well-known institutions.]
WHILE jocund banners wave above
CARNEGIE'S Palace, called of Peace,
And all the embassies of Love
Give their emotions full release;
While She, the warrior peoples' guest,
Enters the gates, an honoured boarder,
And on the Founder's heaving chest
They pin the Orange Nassau Order; —
While banquets mark with seemly mirth
The dawning age of muted drums
When war shall cease to blast the earth
(Until the next occasion comes) ;
While olives bulge from every beak
And each, in Dutch, adores his neighbour-
Is this, I ask, the proper week
To fan the Liberal feud with Labour?
If nations born to martial lust
Can so assemble at the Hague
To talk in terms of mutual trust
(Though possibly a little vague), '
Shall brethren fight? , Shall Tory prints
Be suffered to indulge in glib blab,
Dropping the most offensive hints
Of ructions lewdly known as Lib-Lab ?
Alas! 'tis so! Affection cools,
And, as the masses catch the chill, -
The Works Department downs its tools
And BEAUCHAMP gets a bitter pill ;
And, just to spite the Liberal few
In that Conservative Museum, :;:
The decorators, gone askew,
Decline to wash The Athenasum.
Ah ! what avails yon Palace scheme
(As good as Sydenham's own, I guess)
If kinsmen cannot form one team,
Or coalitions coalesce?
What is the use of Europe bound
By one continuous cosmic tether
If Lib and Lab, on common ground,
Cannot lie down and coo together? O. S.
* The word is here used in its original and higher significance to
mean a Temple of the Muses, not a repository of antiquities.
THE RUSTIC INNKEEPER.
(A SILLY SEASON SYMPOSIUM.)
SIR, — I was touring through the Western Counties on
my 180 h.-p. Mercedes when I reached the cheery little
town of Blickhampton. I stopped at the leading hotel,
" The Blue Boar," and told the landlord that I proposed
to dine there. Knowing that he would scarcely have a chef
at so small an establishment I suggested the following
simple menu — an omelette Eusse, veal cutlets a la Main-
tenon, half a brace of grouse, and any simple sweet his
cook could supply. To my amazement he replied, " You
can have chops, or steaks, or bacon and eggs." I told him
of the delightful meals I had had served at a moment's
notice in Carcassonne and Nijni Novgorod, and his answer
was (I give it verbatim), " You may get them things in
America, but we ain't asked for a dinner once in a month."
The more one tries to simplify the task of the country
hotel-keeper the more pig-headed and obstinate he becomes.
Yours truly, A CITIZEN OF THE WORLD.
Siu, — I have been making a five days' tour of your island,
visiting all its points of historical interest, the ancestral
home cf the WASHINGTONS, the residence of BKNJAMIN
FRANKLIN'S great-aunt, and the gaols inhabited by the
persecuted Pilgrim Fathers before they started to make the
greatest country the world lias ever known. At not one of
your local inns have I ever found more than a single bath-
room. At the Astor Hotel, New York, there is not a
single bedroom without four bath-rooms, and the suites
rented to multis always have ten. Even the cheap hotels
would be ashamed if they had not two bath-rooms for
every guest. And I have not even seen a tonsorial parlour
at one of your country hotels. 1 asked for the tonsorial
parlour at the Puck Hotel, Little Chidgley, to-day, and
was told that there was none, but the boots would brush
me down in the lobby. Don't you ever wash or shave?
Can't you get the hayseed out of your hair?
Yours truly, KENDRICK J. BINGS (of Pluto, Mass.).
Sin, — Touring through the Midland Counties with that
distinguished German savant, Dr. Offticher (on a special
investigation to discover traces of Teutonic civilization in
rural British life), we came at 2 A.M. (in consequence of
a motor breakdown) to The Reindeer, Chipping Tutbury,
Eutland. I remembered a night visit I had paid with the
same famous savant to an hotel in the Black Forest — the
choice omelette which was instantly cooked ; the fourteen
varieties of sausage which, as if by art-magic, seemed to leap
on to the table. I thought it would be a joy to give him a
pleasant little night-meal on this occasion. After I had
knocked at the door of The Reindeer for ten minutes, a
head appeared at the bedroom window. "Good morning,"
I said politely. " Can we have a hot supper for two imme-
diately?" "Go to blazes!" came the uncouth reply, and
the window was instantly shut. ;
Dr. Offlicher is strongly of opinion that traces of debasing
Celtic influences are to be found i,n Chipping Tutbury.
Yours truly, ONE ASHAMED OF HIS COUNTRY'S INNS.
- AERIAL ETIQUETTE.
DEAR MR. PUNCH, — I am always anxious to do the gentle-
manly thing, but, though my mater has got a book about
Etiquette, it doesn't say anything about flying, which is
what I am worried about. I hope you won't mind my
asking your advice, because I know if 1 told my own people
they would immediately knock the whole thing on the
head. I have sixpence per week pocket-money, and, as I
am dead keen on flying, I have saved up the two guineas
which is the lowest price for flight at Hendon (no reduction
for children). It has taken ages to do it, including tips,
but I don't grudge the money. The awkward part is I
have just got the exact sum, and I wonder if you are
supposed to give the driver sixpence for himself, like you
do a taxi ? That would mean waiting another week ; but
I want to do the proper thing, especially if it 's GHAHAJIE-
WHITE. Yours truly,
JAMES HODGKINSON GREEN (Jux.).
P.S. — All the same I don't see how it could make any
difference to the sort of flight they gave you, because the
aviator wouldn't know what he was going to get till he 'd
landed you — would he ?
PUNCH, OR THE LONDON CHARIVARI.— SEPTEMBER 3, 1913.
THE LAND-CAMPAIGNER.
MR. LLOYD GEORGE. " I WONDER IF I OUGHT TO GINGER IT UP OR WATER IT DOWN?"
[The CHANCELLOR is reported to have been camping out on a Welsh mountain.]
StflTKMllKK 3,
JT.NVir, Oli TIIK LONDON ('IIAIMV.MM.
203
[" Since the introduction of tarmac the surface of many roads resembles a cement tennis-court more than an ordinary highway."
Road Board's Report.]
TUB INGENIOUS Mn. FABNBOBOUOH-SVTTHB irvviso INVESTED TIIK r.isrxG TEXXIS-NET, ins WIFE is GIVING A SERIES OF MOST
lp;.I.[',UTFUL nECKI'XIOSS AT T1IE 3ilH MILESTONE, 1'OBTSMOUTU BOAD.
A LUCKY ESCAPE.
SOME people are not like others ; I
am one .of thorn. To most men the
refusal of a proposal is, in sporting
terms, a knock-out blow. A refusal
by Diana is, I should think, the worst
possible. And yet I rmrely smiled, and
with some appropriate, light, half-
hurnorous remark I turned the con-
vocation into other channels.
I almost think Diana was the more
•ted of the twain.
No ono would have guessed that the
well-groomed, debonair man, chatting
so gaily with his beautiful companion,
had just been refused by her. But he
had ; and perhaps the incident defines
my character more clearly than many
words.
That evening I sat up very late,
thinking. Suddenly I reflected that
Diana was a woman, and it is the privi-
lege ef women— nay, even a proof of true
womanhood — to change their minds.
Diana in time must change her mind.
1 met her two days later and im-
ussdiately started to change it. Diana
is, however, very clever.
" If you "re going to propose," she
"don't."
I did. After all, what are a few
words wasted ?
Follosving this incident Diana be-
came very alert.' When we encountered
she somehow or other kept me at bay,
and, if necessary, took to flight. But
she found in myself a foeman worthy
of her steel.
"Hello!" I said, one morning.
" Doing anything on Friday ? "
"No," she replied, falling into the trap.
" Like to get married ? " I suggested,
and was so pleased at having got past
her guard that I hardly noticed her
mind had not changed.
" Ah, well," I thought. " Some day
I shall catch her when her mind is
wanting a change ; then we shall see."
Eloquent appeals were out of the
question; my proposals had to be
short and to the point. I flatter my-
self that, at times, I was original. The
culminating effort was a telegram (reply
paid) as follows : " What day would
suit? "
The reply (paid) was very terse :
" None at all."
I felt it could only be construed in
one way. And then I had a sudden
inspiration.
Some people are not like others, and,
as I told you, I am one of them. With
me thirteen is a lucky number. My
thirteenth attempt would bring me luck.
A brief calculation showed that I had
already put the question eleven times.
Only two more tries were needed.
The twelfth was a clever piece of
acting. I rang up Diana on the tele-
phone, disguised my voice, and then
proposed like lightning. Then I sal
down to consider my next move. The
thirteenth proposal was to be successful ;
it ought to be exceptionally good.
For two days I thought very care-
fully, but no idea came to me.
On the third day I received a letter
addressed in Diana's handwriting. I lost
my breath. Had she anticipated my
thirteenth proposal and accepted? With
trembling fingers I tore the envelope
open ; a dainty shoot of notepaper fell
out. Quickly I seized and read it.
Then I winced as in great pain.
Blindly I groped for the telephone.
Even her number was engaged. Even-
tually I was put through.
" Diana," I said, " you can't marry
Denholme. Throw him over. I 'm
proposing for the thirteenth time : six
times more than Robert Bruce, and iny
lucky number."
" Sorry," said Diana, " I never change
my mind."
And then I realised that thirteen
was indeed my lucky number. I had
had an escape. Diana was no true
woman ; she never changed her mind.
ASSURED REVOLUTION.
[In the fear that the Ulster cause has not
been sullii h-ntly advertised lately, the author
begs to offer this little sketch, at tho opening
of a new dramatic season, to any manager
patriotic enough to take it.]
The scene is laid in the private house
of Mr. James McSmith, a hard-headed
Jielfast linen manufacturer. Mr. and
Mrs. McSmith are scaled in the
library, a commodious room, fur-
nished on the north wall with a large
photogravure of Sir EI>H'ARI> CAB-
KON and Mr. UONAII LAW shaking
hands, on the east wall with one of
Sir Evw.titi) VAUNON and Mr. I1'. E.
SMITH slinking hands, and on the
west wall with one of Sir Er>WAiti>
CAMUON and Lord CHAHLES BKHKH-
/•niti> shaking hands. The south wall
has been removed for the convenience
of the audience, but actu-
ally it bears a large
photogravure of Sir ED-
WARD CAUKON and Lord
WlLLOUUHIiX 1)}'] JJltOKJ'!
shaking hands. On the
mantelpiece is a snapshot
of Mr. James McSmith
himself signing the cove-
nant.
Muter Norah McSmitli.
Norah. Oil, father, there 's
another photograph just
como from tho enlarger's.
It 's of Sir EDWAHD shaking
hi' nils with Mr. ROWLAND
1 1 1 NT. What are we going
to do with it?
McSmith (much moved).
\ ; i in ing picture, my dear.
Hang it in tho drawing-
room, whore our visitors
PUNCH, OR THE LONDON CHARIVARI. [SEPTEMBER 3. 1913
I business. We are in for a— h'r'em —
a — a — bloody Civil War next year, and
as a loyal subject of tho King I need
hardly say that I 'in quite prepared to
take part in if.
1'iimkin. Of course.
McSmith. If, as wo all expect, there
is to be fighting, desperate fighting, I
am prepared to sell my life dearly.
llankin. Quito so.
McSmith. But though I am prepared
to shed tho last drop of my blood, still
more to shed tho last drop of tho blood
of any troops sent against us, I should
— er — naturally bo very much upset if
my property got damaged in any
Jiankin. I quito understand, Mr.
McSmith. I may say that that feeling
is extraordinarily prevalent in Ulster
just now.
McSmith. You seo what I mean '.'
Death, particularly the
death of others, is, after all,
a littlo thing- — a loyal
Ulsterman can face it
cheerfully; but financial
loss hits him very ha id.
1 propose, therefore, to
insure this house and the
factory against damage by
revolution, and 1 want you
to see about it for me.
liankin (moved inure, than
a solicitor 'in > 11 lil care to
admit). My dear Sir, your
feelings do you infinite
credit. And, lot mo assure
you, you are not alone in
your romantic and chival-
rous idealism. All Belfast
feels the same. The news,
Mrs. McSmilh. Back? Why, where
has ho been?
McSmilh (my steriousli/). Ah, my love!
Wo were keeping it as a little surprise
for you. Still, you may as well bo
told now. (Importantly) As you know,
dear, I am in tho councils of tho Pro-
visional Government, and at tho last
meeting I exerted my influence to got
our son a post. Ho was sent for to-day ;
and I hope, I greatly hope —
Enter John McSmith, the hard-headed
son.
John (proudly). It 's all right, father,
I 've got a job. They 'vo made mo —
You '11 never guess.
McSmith (eagerly). Inspector of tho
Brick-bats? Snapshotter to tho Marchers
Past? Descriptive reporter of the Hand-
shakes?
John. No, no, better than that. I "in
PASTIMES OF THE GREAT.
SUFFBAGETTB PBIVATKLY HABDENINd HEBBKI.F AGAINST GABTBONOMIC
TKMITATION WITH AN KYE TO 1'BOBABLE 1IUNOEB-BTB1KKH IN THE NKAll
I///,. McSmitli (placidly). Not in tho| — (dramatically) — Warden of tho Voice
drawing-room, Norah.
Norah. Well, rei.uy, it's tho only
room left, mothei .
Mi .•;. McSmilh. You forgot tho bath-
room, love.
McSmilh (indignantly). Tho bath-
room I Certainly not !
Mrs. McSmith. Just over tho taps,
Norah.
Norah. Eight you are, mother.
\Slie goes out, slamming the door
behind her.
McSmith (jumping up from his seat).
flood Heavens, what's that?
Mrs. McSmith. Only Norah, dear.
I 'm always telling her not to.
McSmith (mopping his broiv). I
thought it was a pistol shot. I thought
tho revolution had begun.
Mrs. McSmith (soothingly). There,
there, James. You forget it doesn't
begin till next year.
She goes on placidly with her knitting.
McSmith (testily). Why doesn't John
como? It 's quito time ho was back.
Lozenges !
McSmith (overcome ivith emotion).
My boy 1
Mrs. McSmith. Well, so long as you
don't get your feet wet —
John. And that reminds me. I saw
Eankin and said you wanted to speak
to him. He '11 bo up hero at any
moment.
McSmith. Ah, good ! I 've important
business to discuss with him. My
dear, would you mind
John. Como into the garden, mother.
[Mrs. McSmith and John go out.
Enter Eankin, a hard - headed
solicitor.
McSmith. Good morning, Eankin.
Sit down, won't you ? You 'vo hoard
about my boy, I suppose. (Carelessly)
Warden of the Voice Lozenges. Jt's a
lii ii! post for so young a man.
liankin. 1 lo '11 bo pretty hard worked,
I expect.
McSmith. I suppose so. Well now,
Uankin, I want to talk to you about
when it gets about, will bo
a trumpet call to England.
McSmith (simply). Say no more,
Eankin. I am only doing my duty.
[He turns to the north wall mid siii//l.ns
the large photogravure of Sir l'!i>-
WARI> CAIISON and Mr. BON.I u L A w
shaking hands.
CUHTAIN.
ACT II.
A year later. The scene is the same.
McSmith is discovered in the
librari/. [ Enter John.
McSmith. Well, John: had another
buHy day ?
John (bitterly). Busy? I've lost, my
job.
McSmith. Why, how 's that ? I
day I read of tho long speeches which
our noble leader delivers lo tho army.
As Warden of tho Voico Lo/en;,
John. That's just it. Bar a littlo
rioting and revolver-shooting among
our own men there's been nothing
doing for three month.; except har-
angues to tho troops. The result is that
the supply of lo;-,en;>vs ha", comp
SKITKMUKH :i, 1913.]
PUNCH, Oil TIIK LONDON CIIAIM V AIM.
205
Indignant Bather. "Go AWAY! I OBJKCT TO BKINO PHOTOGRAPHED is THE WATER!"
riiotograpJier. "BcT I'M TAKING THKSK FOB THK WEEKLY TAPERS; BESIDES, I DOH'I THISK I TOOK YOU."
Indignant Bather. " WHY NOT? WHAT IMPEP.TIKCNCE ! "
•n out. And now that the so-called ' [Re-enter John.
H'.uisii-GovBrnment has gone and put John (with emotion). A revolver shot
a t;iK on 'em I don't see how we're through the drawing-room window.
Hit mother in the shoulder. They 've
sent for the doctor. It's bad, but I
going to get any more.
-•nith. Why not, John ?
John. Father, don't be absurd. The
sonoy would go to the Nationalist ! Me Smith (bravely). John, we must
Parliament, of course. bear this like heroes. It is our first
McSmith. Ah, yes, I was forgetting sacrifice for the cause.
don't think dangerous.
The Perils of Cricket.
In a cricket match between Montreal
and the Australians, MATNK (according
to The Montreal Daily Star) was dis-
missed by " a bull that kept low."
John. And the result is, as I say, that
I\o lost my job. (Gloomily) I don't
know what our leaders will do. The
army can't fight because there 's no one
it against, and the generals will
have to go on making speeches,
nothing to do it on
"With
Good
[A shot is heard.
heavens, what 's
Smith.
that '.'
Jc>hn (calmly). Revolver. Some of
our men play ing the fool. By Jove,
xled near,
this way.
[Enter Servant hastily.
'.int. Fire, fire ! The mistress
has been shot. (She faints.)
John (much moved). It came through
the window, just where mother
McSmith (patting him on tlie
shonlder). Bear up, my dear boy. It is
not so bad as you think. (Trium-
phantly) The window is insured!
CURTAIN. A. A. M.
Painful Beflsction on the First
Commissioner of Works.
The Glolif. after discussing details of
the strike at the Office of Works, goes
on to say, " Up to the present there
wonder i t came jias been no serious interference with
any service of public utility." Lord
HK.UX HAMP will please note.
From a Charing Cross bookseller's
"The Real Estate Trust Company is the
agent for this property, a 9-room residence, of
the living room type, having two baths in a
desirable neighborhood."
Within a shilling taxi drive, we hope.
Mr. RALPH CONNOR as reprinted in
The Manitoba Free Press : —
"I, who have never set foot outside my
nativo shoes. . ."
They must bo too small for him by now.
McSmith (;-,-ikly). John, go and window:---
(ExtfJoha). Dear, dear! (He looks'. "L.\i\.> TYIT
•.';/ the trails dully, slou-ly gathering' ™ LATIN."
•••age from, the photographs o/;CiCEiio was always at his best in this
a:i) CARSON.) [language.
•• Until last week no Englishman hid taken
so much as a set from him. Indeed the sets
ho has dropped during the last year could
almost bo counted on the fingers of two
hands — five to Brookes in Australia, five to
McLoughlin at Wimbledon, two to Wilding
at Manchester, two each to F. G. Lowe and
Beamish in the Australasian championship at
Hastings, New Zealand, one to Graham at
Dublin, one to Doust at Newcastle, and one t •„>
A. H. Lowe at Scarborough."
Manchester Giiani'mi.
If the writer is also a golfer he should
try the overlapping grip. IIo has a
| grand pair of hands for it.
206
PUNCH, OR THE LONDON CHARIVARI. [SEPTEMBER 3, 1913.
A MUSICAL-OLYMPIC APPEAL.
THE recurrence in the year 1914 of
the great International Pan-Orphic
Competitive Festival to be held at
Vienna hrings home to all patriotic
British musicians the peremptory need
of securing adequate representation of
their country at this great tournament
of song and sound. The situation is
best understood by the following state-
ment of the results of the last com-
petition at San Marino in 1910 : —
Highest note (solo) America.
Highest note (chorus) . . . Finland.
Loudest note (solo) Patagonia.
Loudest note (chorus) . . . Corea.
Deepest note (solo) Eussia.
Deepest note (chorus) . . . Eussia.
Longest sustained note. . . Germany.
Three-legged singing-race . Turkey.
Most powerful steam organ Belgium.
Largest larynx Tibet.
Longest hair (pianists) . . . Hungary.
Largest butterfly tie .... Venezuela.
Best advertised prima
donna America.
Heaviest Briinnhilde .... Germany.
Most realistic Carmen . . . Eoumania.
Highest paid tenor Italy.
Longest round of applause Croatia.
Best organised claque . . . Argentine.
Largest wardrobe (ladies) . Eussia.
Most epileptic conductor. . Morocco.
Greatest number of presents
from Crowned Heads . . Italy.
Greatest number of floral
tributes Australia.
Most eulogistic criticism . . America.
Most savage ditto Servia.
It is, as the Marquis of Mull ob-
serves in his impassioned appeal to the
public in last Saturday's Daily Terror,
one long tale of British disgrace and
decrepitude. That we are a musical
nation cannot be denied. Our ballad
concerts, our street organs, our devo-
tion to the banjo, the concertina and
the penny whistle proclaim it on every
side. We have pledged ourselves to
compete at Vienna, and yet with only
a brief year in which to prepare our-
selves nothing has been done to select
or train representatives. To expose
ourselves to a repetition of the defeat
which we underwent in 1910 is not
only humiliating but dangerous. It
advertises our weakness and lends
't impetus to the Chauvinistic policy of
) the other Powers. In short, by neglect-
ing to organise victory we disregard a
most effective insurance against in-
vasion.
The Marquis accordingly appeals to
the nation to raise a sum of £500,000
to enable the Executive Committee to
carry out their scheme for the selection
and preparation of British representa-
tives. The amount, he admits, is con-
siderable, but it will be a magnificent
investment and will be repaid a hundred-
fold in national prestige and security.
The scheme involves the appointment
of 1,000 " talent-searchers " to scour
every corner of Great Britain, Ireland,
the Isle of Man and the Scilly Isles.
Suitable competitors, when thus se-
cured, will he sent to specially equipped
training colleges, where their preparation
will be systematically carried on under
the supervision of the best experts.
Thus, for example, candidates for the
heavy-weight Wagnerian prima donna
prize will be segregated in Dietetic
Sanatoria, where they will be subjected
to a process of intensive nutrition by
which a stone weight can be put on in
a fortnight.
Another of these colleges will be
exclusively devoted to the cultivation
of luxuriant chevclurcs by a process of
constant immersion in hot baths of
petroleum. Another and a very costly
department of the process of prepara-
tion is the equipment of poor singers
with costumes, jewels, pet dogs and all
the other indispensable paraphernalia
of prima donnahood. A special school
of journalism, again, will have to be
maintained for the instruction of com-
petitors for the Musical Criticism prizes
in the whole vocabulary of eulogy and
obloquy. There will also have to be
High Note, Low Note, Deep Note and
Long Note Gymnasia. There must be
an Academy for the promotion of
Epileptic Conductors. And, as the
Marquis of Mull eloquently remarks,
all this will cost money.
The Marquis of Mull concludes his
stirring appeal with a request that all
subscriptions may be sent to him at
the Fitz Hotel. The list has been
headed by £5,000 from the proprietors
of The Hairdressers' Gazette, £2,000
from the Marquis himself, £1,000 from
the Duke of Swankerville, £500 from
Messrs. Hufenvogel and Fleisehheimer,
the great petroleum refiners, and l/-
frorn " A Lifelong Lover of Music."
From " Naval Appointments " in
Portsmouth Evening Neivs : —
"Lieutenants. — St. A. B. Wake to the
Thunderer, as First Lord."
And so poor WINSTON'S brief reign is
ended ?
" Some amusement was afforded by a typical
Frenchman with well- waxed moustache who
. . . cried again and again, in true French
style : ' Encore, encore, madame I ' "
Yorkshire Eccning News,
One can always tell a Frenchman.
BEST MILD BIRD'S EAR;
OH, WHAT WAS OVERHEARD BY THE
LITTLE GENTLEWOMANLY BIRD AT-
TACHED TO SOME OF OUR CONTKM-
rORARIES.
AT STKATHMOORSIDE. — That one or
two grouse got away even when his
lordship was shooting.
AT HURST PARK. — That not even the
pretty musical comedy actress could
find a winner in every race.
AT ST. PETER'S, EATON SQUARE. —
That the bride was very charming.
AT YATTENDON. — That the Laureate
may or may not be preparing a wedding
ode.
IN PARIS. — That the little Comtesse's
blind chauffeur has at last been dis-
charged.
IN THE SAME. — That the street named
after the late KING EDWARD is pro-
gressing.
AT FORT WILLIAM. — That "'tis
better to have loved and lost than never
to have loved at all."
IN ST. JAMES'S PARK. — That the
workmen are doing overtime on Buck-
ingham Palace and that tlie scene is
one of great activity.
IN LONDON GENERALLY. — That the
paviors are taking advantage of Lon-
don's emptiness.
AT ALDERSHOT. — That he was the
youngest subaltern who ever failed to
grow a moustache.
AT MARGATE. — That a certain young
lady who lost a spade on the sands the
other day is in danger of not getting it
back.
IN THE STRAITS OP DOVER. — That
the fish are talking of little else but the
Channel tunnel and what it will cost
them.
IN BERLIN. — That questions of
foreign policy are not unlikely to be
requiring attention before long.
IN VENICE. — That the bathers at the
Lido include more than one member of
the Italian nobility.
AT BILCHESTER. — That the Earl and
Countess received many congratula-
tions on the occasion of their golden
wedding.
IN EOYAL CIRCLES. — That the past
season has been a strenuous one and a
little rest is not being resented.
AT HOMBUHG. — That certain visitors
this year are more than usually in need
of cures.
AT THE SAME. — That " he may have
looked at her, but that was all."
IN PARLIAMENT SQUARE. — Tha1; the
Houses of Parliament are quieter than
they have been for mouths.
"Many of the low-lying parts of the river I
arc already under water." — Times of India.
This is also true of the Cam.
SKPTKMBBB 3, 1913.] PUNCH, OR THE LONDON CHARIVARI. 207
A
Batsman (indignant at being given out on a confident appeal for a catch by tlie wicket-keeper, Brow.i). " WHAT ON KABTH MADH yon
GIVE ME OUT?"
Honest and Painstaking Umpire. "WELL, SIB, rr WERE LIKE THIS: MUSTEK BBOWN 'E THOUGHT 'TWAS HOUT, AXD I KNAWKD
AS 'OW 'E KNAWED MORE'M I KNAWED, SO I SAYS, 'HOUT.'"
"A SCIENTIFIC INVESTIGATION."
DEAR SIR, — Before making a few
remarks upon your interesting series
entitled, " Pages from the Diary of a
Fly," I should like to explain my
motives in writing to you at all. They
are twofold. In the first place, as a
naturalist of, I hope, some distinction,
I want to discuss the matter scienti-
fically. And, as the victim of certain
misguided people who, under the im-
pression that I was a confirmed dip-
teramaniac, caused me, some years ago,
to be placed in a home for the mentally
unsound, I wish to prove my complete
and unquestionable sanity by a course
of didactic reasoning the infallibility
of which you will be bound to recognise.
Assuming, as I do, that your alleged
contributor hails from the Calyplcratc
Muscidce family, we are reduced to a
choice of two species, viz., the Blow-fly
or " Bluebottle," and the Musca domes-
tica or common " house - fly." My
knowledge of the whole order Diptera,
to say nothing of certain details in the
narrative under discussion, leads me to
suppose that the writer belongs to the
latter of tho two sub-families. Very
well. 1 now come to my contention,
which is this : that no Musca domestica
yet born can assimilate coherent and
veracious ideas such as are put forward
in this Diary; and, further, that, were
any fly possessed of this, capacity, he
would find the difficulty of transferring
those ideas to paper, if not utterly
insurmountable, at least far greater
than you evidently suppose.
One moment, Sir! "Tush," I hear
you say, " there it is in black and white.
We have the fly's word for it. And,
moreover, how can any naturalist,
however eminent, make such a compre-
hensive negation concerning the think-
ing capacity of an insect ? "
Every word that I have written, Sir,
I can thoroughly substantiate. Let me
give a brief outline of my own humble
researches. Though in the main of
antivivisectionist principles, 1 have
made various experiments upon the
brain of the Musca domestica, in every
case unsuccessfully. Being forced to
the reluctant conclusion that nothing
new was to be gleaned from within, I
set to work on the inductive plan.
Having obtained a healthy specimen,
one entirely free from empusa and not
long emerged from the pupa state, I
began a series of instruction classes
with the view of broadening out my
pupil's imitative ability. In one in-
stance only did I achieve any real
measure of success. Occasionally,
after clapping my hands and chuckling
for some minutes, I had the satisfaction
of seeing him simulate the emotion of
glee by rubbing his front legs together.
But that was all. Often, in trying to
make him rear on his hind legs, I not
only became stiff from my own exertions,
but experienced considerable hoarseness
from incessant reiteration of the word
" up." His intellect, if any, seemed
quite impenetrable. For hours I was
in the habit of reading to him select
passages from Baedeker, Horace and
Bradshaw without response. Only a
week ago I subjected my theory to an
exhaustive test. Having obtained
another excellent specimen, I regaled
him with the first reminiscences of
your small contributor. If you will
believe me, Sir, his eyes showed no
flicker of interest. But not content with
this as a convincing proof of defective
receptivity, I established what was
almost a foregone conclusion — that he
was entirely unable to produce decipher-
able hieroglyphics. I went to the trouble
and expense of having a diminutive
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PUNCH, OR THE LONDON CHARIVARI. [SEPTEMBER 3, 1913.
Jack (whose twin has been Mated airing to measles). «WHEN'S TEDDY COMING BACK TO SLEEP, BEE?"
Bee. "WHY? Do YOU HISS HIM AWFULLY?"
Jack (promptly). " RATHER! ONLY THIS MORNING I TURNED OVER TO BIFF HIM IN THE EYE AND HE WASN'T TIIKHE! '
silver pen made for him, one-eighth of
an inch long. It was relatively easy
to procure the pen : but to make him
hold it was a very different matter.
First I placed it between the adhesive
pads of his front feet whilst he was
rubbing them together. The only result
was that he immediately desisted from
his occupation, and the instrument fell
with a tiny clatter on to the sheet of
foolscap I had provided for him. Next
I tried the lobes of his proboscis, but
these seemed sadly lacking in tenacity.
Not to be beaten too easily, however,
I dispensed with the manufactured
article and dipped the lobes themselves
in a bottle of ink. This turned out to
be an unfortunate move, for, instead
of making any attempt to transfer his
thoughts to paper, he contented himself
with sucking up the fluid with evident
relish, thereby inflicting upon himself
an attack of what I took to be acute
indigestion. At any rate the malady
has incapacitated him from experimental
work for several days. Although I intend
going into the matter more thoroughly
when my patient has recovered, I think
I have said enough to convince you
that this so-called Diary, far from being
the work of any enlightened • member
of the Diptera family, is some spurious
production of the (jenus Homo.
Yours in sympathy,
OCTAVIUS GBUBBE (ex) F.E.S.
P.S. — During a further perusal of
your current issue, I have just noticed
the words "By our Gh ari variety Artiste. "
This, of course, proves that you your-
self were not the victim of an imposture,
and stultifies the main purpose of this
letter, which I nevertheless forward to
you for the sake of its scientific interest.
EOCKS AHEAD.
[The City of London Public Health Depart-
ment have issued a circular in which it is
staled that the custom of rocking babies in
cradles is a wrong one and should be
abolished.]
UNREST continues to prevail in in-
fluential infant circles owing to the
threat of the elders to withdraw cradles,
and a force of 4,000 fathers had to be
called out during the small hours to
quell threatened insurrections. The
men were not able to return to bed
before daybreak. It is clear that the
paternal authorities are uneasy and
dread an outburst at any moment.
At a meeting of infants held in Little
Britain, E.G., last evening Master
Bunting protested against their being
deprived of a privilege which had been
theirs as babies since the days when
their poets had first sung. They would
remember that imperishable line—
" When the wind blows the cradle will rock."
He was a Pro-cradler, as he had always
been. Perhaps he was not so young as |
he once was, but, if they would allow
an old infant, with eighteen months •
experience of the ways of the world, k
advise them, they would solemnly
register a determination never to gi
to bye-bye without a good rocking.
The Procession of Babies made it:
way through the principal streets las
evening. Banners were carried bcarin;
such inscriptions as —
"THE HAND THAT DOESN'T ROCK TH -j
CRADLE DOESN'T EULE THE WORLD.-
You CAN'T HAVE IT BOTH WAYS."
"EOCK US IN THE CRADLE OK
THE DEEP IP YOU LIKE, 11UT
EOCK Us."
Later. — At a meeting of Purcnl
called specially last evening it un-
agreed to urge the Public Healt
Department to withdraw their circula
It is confidently expected that tl
babies will come in without delay.
PUNCH. OR THE LONDON CHARIVARI.— SKPTKMBKR 3, 1913.
THE 'NATIONAL DISASTER' OF 1912.
JOHN BULL (prostrate with shame). "MY PLACE IN THE COUNCILS OP EUEOPE MAY BE
HIGHER THAN EVER, BUT WHAT'S THE USE OF THAT WHEN THE OLYMPIC PALM
FOE THE KNEELING HIGH JUMP IS BORNE BY ANOTHER?"
BBPTBMBKB 3, 1913.] PUNCH, OR THE LONDON CHARIVARI. 211
Flute (to Harp). "THEBE YOU ABE — SCHUBERT'S BUOCGHT IN FIVEPENCE — TUPPENCE WOHSB THAN ' THE ROSARY.' LET'S
"AYE ANOTHER GO AT ' iTCHf-KOO ; ' IT'S ALWAYS WORTH ONE-AND-A-TANNEB."
UN "MEDECIN MALGRE LUI."
'•TALKING of doctors," said Holey-
stone, " their job isn't as easy as it
looks. I know — I was once a doctor
myself — ship's doctor — for two whole
days. I was coining back from a
country in South America where
you must be either a ' doctor ' or a
' colonel." I nominated myself ' doctor.'
1 Doctor ' allows a greater margin of
prevarication than 'colonel.' There are
several kinds of doctors and you don't
i have to elect which kind you will be.
" I didn't ask the agents to book my
passage with this prefix to my name,
nor did I ask my misguided friend to
introduce me to the ship's officers as
'Doctor.' Anyhow, I couldn't have
foreseen that the resident medico would
take sick leave in his bunk and that I
should he appointed to his duties. I
might have made a full disclosure to
the Captain and so escaped from an
equivocal position, but more eminent
men than I have fallen into a similar
error.
"On the whole I managed fairly
well. It was unfortunate that the
patient whom I told to knock off meat
turned out to be a vegetarian. If the
Lascar whom I treated had not had
the sense to jump overboard, I might
have been in trouble over his death
certificate. As it was, the man was so
obviously drowned that a certificate
seemed hardly necessary. I have
always had a feeling that I should like
to know what the stuff really was that
I gave him. That it did nothing to
soothe his last hours 1 am certain, but
whether it was actually fatal in itself
I shall never know. These uncer-
tainties are very harassing.
" I was somewhat, nonplussed when
they brought a girl to me who had a
finger sticking out at the back of her
hand at a most absurd angle. She
seemed surprised when I asked her
how long it had been like that. It
appeared that she had, a few minutes
before, unintentionally sat down on the
deck and had found her finger that
way when she got up. Under these
circumstances it seemed to be up to me
to do something about it. By a dis-
pensation of Providence, as I was
pulling it about preparatory to what 1
believe they call ' setting ' it, the thing
suddenly resumed the normal. It was
lucky that I had not actually diagnosed
a compound fracture, as I had intended.
The girl seemed quite relieved and
grateful when she saw all the fingers
on her hand in a row again. It was
rather a nice hand, and it was some
time before I felt that it was safe to let
it go.
" I still stick to my opinion that
that steerage passenger was merely
suffering from sea-sickness. I know
enough about doctoring to be sure that
appendicitis is only found in first or
second-class passengers who can afford
to pay biggish fees for operations. I
am glad that I refused to operate or to
assist the ship's surgeon in doing so,
when he got well. As it turned out,
the woman was still alive when they
carried her ashore.
" However, I freely admit that it
would have saved my colleague trouble
in the end if I had found all the pieces
of china which were imbedded in
another patient's head before I applied
bandages. But then even steerage
passengers ought to know better than
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•
-\
Short-sighted Territorial (oblivious of the rule that badges of rank are worn on the sleeve
in Field Service). "EXCUSE ME, BUT I WANT TO SEE IF I 'VE GOT TO SALUTE you."
to try to settle their differences with
the aid of water jugs.
" I do not believe that the man who
said that he had lumbago ever found
out with what he had been rubbed. He
was much better the next day. There
must be some unsuspected curative
property in brown boot polish. In
spite of this, I have a feeling that the
surgery is not the proper place in
which to keep a thing of that kind.
If I had administered a dose to the
child with whooping cough, the result
might have been most serious.
" I did quite well with the fever
patients when I discovered which of the
white compounds really was quinine.
" If I had suspected that the lady
with the sore throat would remember
the phrase and brag about it all over
the ship for the rest of the voyage, I
should not have told her that she was
uffering from ' periostitis of the cardon
shaft.' It was when the old gentle-
man who came on board at Lisbon
heard about this complaint that he
began to take an interest in me. He
bored me considerably. I could not
see that it was any business of his
where I had studied medicine. It was
certainly careless of mo to tell him
at different times on the same day that
I was a ' London ' man and a ' Guy's '
man. I do not profess that my expla-
nation was very convincing. I said
that I thought it was elementary know-
ledge that ' Guy's ' was in London.
"Finally he had the bad taste to
expose a nasty motley-looking arm in
the smoking saloon and to ask me what
I thought of it. To get rid of him, I
said that it looked to me as much like
incipient beri-beri as anything. It did,
though I never met beri-beri. This
had the effect of clearing the smoking
saloon. It also seems to have given
rise to a general feeling throughout the
ship that he was an uncompanionable
person. It was only when the Captain
wanted to know more about it that I
discovered that he was a well-known
London surgeon recovering .from an
attack of blood-poisoning. I tried to
make out that I really knew all about
it and that I was only pulling his leg,
but the ' dressing ' had, so to speak,
come off me. My popularity began to
wane from that time, and a faint-
hearted attempt to get up a testimonial
for me met with a cold and unsympa-
thetic reception."
CABINET GOLF.
["In a speech at Criccieth Golf CIul> Mr.
Lloyd George told how ho had holed out in
one.
It happened (ho said) in the South of
Prance, fie played a mashie shot off the toe
in a short hole over some olive branches and
could not find the ball, which, he might aay,
was not an unusual experience for him.
Later he and others hunted for it to the loft
and to the right, and were still hunting when
a young Frenchman with a sudden stroke of
inspiration suggested that it might have rolled
into the hole, and behold it was there."
Evening Kelt's.]
ANXIOUS to ascertain whether any
other Cabinet Ministers have equalled
the CHANCELLOR'S feat Mr. Punch wrote
to them all. He has however only re-
ceived the following replies : —
No, I cannot say I have ever holed
out in one. I may add that I make it
a rule not to take my " olive branches "
with me on to the links; they put me
off my game. — WINSTON CHURCHILL.
I once took thirty-four to the ninth
hole at Archerfield, which I think is the
record. The score was accounted for
by the fact that a party of Suffragettes
kept kicking my ball away from the
hole every time I putted. They cer-
tainly held out nothing in the nature
of " olive branches."— H. H. ASQUITH.
ONCE UPON A TIME.
ANOMALY.
ONCE upon a time there lived and
flourished in a small city a worthy man.
He was devoted to his native place ; he
loved its streets and stones, its strange
odours, its smoke, its high rates, its
indifferent water supply, its clubs and
cafes and everything about it. Nothing
could induce him to leave it even for
the briefest period. In vain did the
railway companies spread their Holiday
Arrangements before his eyes; he re-
turned with the more satisfaction to his
favourite seat overlooking the central
square.
And then one day the King of that
country, who was full of capricious
impulses, issued a decree that no
one in this little city should over
leave it again, under pain of fearful
penalties.
And immediately our friend began
to be consumed with a longing for
travel.
SKITBMBBB 3, 1913.] PUNCH, OR THE LONDON CHARIVARI. 213
BE WITH
/0'. "REALLY, THE INGRATITUDE OF SOME PEOPLE! HEBE'S YOUR NIECE MlNNIE, WHOM I ASKED OUT OP PURE KINDNESS TO
H THE CHILDREN, COMPLAINING THAT SHE IS ALWAYS TIRED; AS IP OUB DARLINGS WEREN'T ENTERTAINING HER ALL DAY LONO."
THE PHOTOGRAPHY THAT
TELLS.
" EVERY PICTURE TELLS A STORY."
LAST year Charles Edward Lartington
spent his holidays with a friend on the
Norfolk Broads.
By profession he was- a bank clerk —
teller, in fact, at the Plumboro' branch
of the Northern and Southern Bank —
and, being in receipt of about one-half
oE the salary with which Plumboro'
commonly credited him (for the directors
expected their officials to keep their
appearances up and their expenses
down), he had that year, as on many
preceding years, been unable "for
family reasons" to take the Swiss tour
sketched out for him by Mrs. Twemlow,
as also the Norwegian cruise suggested
by Mr. Aislabie.
By nature ho was very much like
most of the other hirers of boats at
Wroxham, a good sort of a fellow in
his way, neither brilliant nor dull, a
little weak, a little dissatisfied; in
short, just one of the crowd which the
camera of publicity, directed at the
egregious, gets so hopelessly out of
j focus, but which forms the background,
| and, in the opinion of each individual
member of it, the backbone of the
country.
So Lartington and his friend set out
each morning for their leisurely life on
those slow-moving waters with pro-
visions, camera and pipes. It was not
a yacht they had hired, but a skill ; for
Lartington enjoyed the sculling. His
friend, being a photographer of no
mean order, lay back in the stern of
the boat and kept an eye open for
subjects. This attitude of non-inter-
ference with another's pleasure is often
observable on rivers.
One hot day they lunched off pork-
pies and bottled beer and, in the after-
noon, Lartington, having landed his
friend for the purpose of stalking wild-
fowl with the camera, pulled up-stream
alone. It was with a certain exultation
at his sense of mastery that he rowed.
Here, in the boat, he was director and
worker in one ideal combination. What
his mind directed his body effected, and
for his every stroke there was some-
thing definite to show. How different
from the Plumboro' bank ! There they
wanted only the -workers, the steady,
reliable, trustworthy men — men who
were painstaking, men who could follow
out instructions automatically, indefi-
nitely, interminably ; but talent ! —
That started him off on a new train of
thought, of thick-headed duffers who
had besn at school with him and had
long since passed him in the race for
wealth. That was the bitterest part of
all and made him feel almost anarchical.
And then a new thought struck him,
and he began to think harder and
deeper, so that his friend had to shout
to attract his notice.
"Cheer up, old man," he Slid, as
Lartington drew into the bank. " What
are you thinking so deeply about?
Stay there and I '11 take you before the
sun goes down."
Now, had Charles Edward Lartington
possessed the gift of prescience, or had
had ten minutes more to complete his
train of thought, it is probable that he
would have refused; but, being just a
little vain and just a little vacillating,
he did as he was told.
" That 's it," said his friend; " better
take your hat off, though. Now look
this way."
:;: :;: * -'• *
The photograph turned out to be one
of those lucky snapshots which the
professional photographer can seldom
hope to take. Lartington was not trying
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ruNOir, on TIN-: LONDON GIIAIUVAUI.
3. 1913.
(o look like n bank manager, nor ;i
ivp.-rtory actor, nor a jolly follow, nor
a bookish prig. He looked just like Ilia
man everybody in Plumboro' knew, yet
with his "How-will-you-take-it.-notes-
or-gold ? " air entirely gone. It showed
him, as someone said, " away from the
counter " ; a little preoccupied perhaps,
and disguised by his boating flannels,
but still Lartington. His friend evi-
dently possessed a good lens, for the
empty beer bottles and a paper-bag,
witli "A. Smith, Confectioner. Pork
Pies a Speciality," printed upon it,
were plainly visible.
Everybody seemed pleased with the
photograph, particularly its author,
who printed several copies.
Eventually it got into the papers.
In fact, it was there that I saw it ; and
it was the newspaper photograph and
the explanatory note beneath ifc that
first made me aware of Lirtington's
existence. .
Poor fellow ! They caught him at
Liverpool trying to pass as an emigrant
with most of the gold tightly wedged
in his trunk. It was a third-class
steward, an assiduous reader of The
Daily Snapshot, who saw through bis
disguise and told the police. He was
suitably rewarded. His Lordship,
having sentenced Lartington to five
years' penal servitude — for embezzle-
ment he said, but really for being photo-
graphed— commended the steward's
smartness in court, and the bank pre-
sented him with £10 (which made him
miss four successive boats). A not
wholly disinterested photograph, which
showed him clutching his favourite
paper (with its title very conspicuous),
gladdened the homes of several hundred
thousands of Snapshot readers ; none
more so, perhaps, than that of Charles
Higson, the Stockton-on-Tees agent of
a hire-purchase firm, who had been
looking for this same steward (under
another name) for the last two years
in connection witli several unpaid in-
stalments on a vanished piano.
"Fashions and Fancies."
Under the above heading, The Globe,
speaking of the new skirt, says, " Made
in the most fragile and transparent of
materials, it is worn over tights worn
close-fitting." This idea of close-fitting
tights is new to us. We always wear
ours quite loose.
"RAILWAY TRAFFIC.
3:2,000,000 PASSENGERS LOST.
SIGNIFICANT DECREASE."
Glasgow Evening Times.
We are very glad to hear of this de-
jrease. The figures were much loo high
last year.
THE GAMBLER.
No, it has nothing to do with Mar-
coin's. You will be thankful for that.
The hotel was full of grumbling guests.
The smell of wot umbrellas penetrated
j to the remotest bodroom. The pro-
I prietor, who had assured us that never
I in the records of his establishment had
| rain continued for two consecutive days,
had gone into dishonoured retirement.
People tapped the barometer and read
in yesterday's papers the approach of
disturbances from the Hay of Biscay,
Iceland, the Balkan Peninsula, and the
Women's Social and Political Union.
Tho golfers had talked themselves
hoarse about the defects of the links.
The fishermen, who only two days
before — unscrupulous fellows — had been
longing for a steady rain, were now
grumbling that it would take a week to
get rid of the flood-water.
The optimist was arguing in the
smoke-room that because the oak had
come out before the ash, or the ash
before the oak — he wasn't quite sure
which — abnormally fine weather was
about to set in. But every one knew
that the optimist was wearing a pair of
the head - waiter's trousers, having
drenched all his own garments. The
pessimist argued that the presence or
absence of icebergs in or from the
North Atlantic proved conclusively
that we were to have a cold, wet,
miserable summer. We all hated the
optimist for his irrational optimism,
and the pessimist for his irrational
pessimism.
Then a mild old gentleman incurred
wide-spread unpopularity by remarking
that this weather would be the making
of a lawn he had just had laid down.
And then the stout man, who stood
at the window cheerfully watching the
downpour, turned round and addressed
the company.
" You should have insured your
holiday weather as I have done. As
there must have been a fifth of an inch
of rain yesterday and the same to-day
I get my expenses for the week."
" A fifth of an inch ? There 's been a
fifth of a foot " said the optimist.
" Of a yard," said the pessimist.
The general feeling was that whilst
the optimist absurdly underrated the
downpour, the pessimist was inclined
to exaggerate.
" That being the case I "in in clover,"
said the stout man, rubbing his hands.
" I get this week for nothing, and I can
take another week when the weather is
more settled. My forethought has
justified itself. I paid a guinea and
I shall draw ten."
Black hatred filled the hearts of
everyone.
"Do they tuko your word for tha
weather?" enquired the pessimist
scornfully.
We all felt that no insurance
company could be so foolish.
" No, it is decided by the meteoro-
logical reports in the papers."
One by one we left the smoke-room.
The presence of that degraded being
who gambled in sacred things like
holidays was as repulsive to us as
that of a Stock Exchange gambler must
be to Dr. CLIFFORD. We stood in the
hotel porcli watching the golden rain
(Daily Mail copyright) pouring money
into the pockets of a miscreant.
" One comfort," said the optimist,
"these insurance companies generally
do you."
We felt that the dishonesty of insur-
ance companies was a thing to be
thankful for.
It was at dinner-time next day that
the London papers arrived. The opti-
mist opened his paper and gave ;i cry
of delight.
" Another anti-cyclone," sneered tho
pessimist.
"Listen," said the optimist. "Ili'iv's
the weather report for Saturday and
Sunday : ' Caergwyle-on-Sea, Saturday.
Showery. Rainfall -042. Sunday:
Passing showers. Rainfall -031.' "
" It 's a fraud," said the stont man,
banging the table.
Twenty people explained to him at
once that showers were awfully local
and that the district rain-gauge might
have been left comparatively dry. The
optimist declared that no doubt the
rain-gauge had sprung a leak. But the
general opinion was that there must
be no gainsaying the scientific authority
of rain-gauges. The stout man left by
the night train to dispute the point
with the insurance company.
Whether the figures really were 4'2
and 3'1 inches of rain and were deemed
incredible by the meteorological authori-
ties, or whether the local council thought
it more expedient to modify the facts, I
know not ; but we all felt thankful for
this providential set-back to that most
repulsive of men, a holiday gambler.
Commercial Candour.
"These light-to- wear vests are made of
fleecy material in different shades of color,
and it would be almost impossible to mention
the occasion on which such garments are
useful to gentlemen." — Advt. in "Scotsman."
From The Times Paris correspondent :—
" The fiction that ' every one has left town'
at this time of the year is perhaps less of a
fiction in Paris than in London. My con-
cierge, who went to visit his family at Dieppe
the other day, told me that he had to stands--
far as Havre in a crowded third-class carriage."
Silly of him to have got into the wrong
train.
SEI-TKMHER 3, 1913.]
, Oil TIIK LONDON ( '! I A I! I VA RF.
215
Site. " HAVK YOU GOT THEIR NUMBER?"
lie (seeing stars). "THOUSANDS AXD THOUSANDS 1"
THE DOGS' WELCOME.
HUSH ! We 're not a pack of boys
Always bound to make a noise.
True, there 's one amongst us, but
He is young ;
And, wherever we may take him,
We can generally shut
Such a youngster up and make him
Hold his tongue.
Hush ! Most cautiously we go
On the tippest tip of toe.
Are the dogs expecting us
At the gate ?
Two, who usually prize us,
Will they jump and make a fuss?
Will they really recognise us
Where they wait ?
Hush ! I hear the funny pair
Softly whimpering — yes, they're there.
Dane and Pekinese, they scratch
At the wood,
At the solid wood between us ;
Duke attempts to lift the latch ;
It 's a month since they have seen U3 —
Open ! Good !
Down, Duke, down! Enough, enough!
Soo-Ti 's screaming ; seize his scruff.
Soo-Ti 's having fearful fits ;
Duke is tearing us to bits.
One will trip us, one will throw us —
But, the darlings, don't they know us !
Then off with a clatter the long dog leapt, and, oh, what a
race he ran,
At the hurricane pace of a minute a mile, as only a long
dog can.
Into and out of the hushes he pierced like a shooting star ;
And no w he thundered around us, and now he was whirling far.
And the little dog gazed till he seemed amazed, and then
he took to it too ;
With shrill notes flung from his pert pink tongue right
after his friend he flew ;
And the long legs lashed and the short legs flashed and
scurried like anything,
While Duke ran round in a circle and Soo-Ti ran in a ring.
And last they hurtled amongst us, and then there were
tales to tell,
For all of us seemed to be scattered and torn, and all of us
shrieked and fell ;
And John, who is plump, got an awful bump, and Helen,
who's tall and thin,
Was shot through a shrub and gained in bruise as much
as she lost in skin ;
And Eosamond's frock was rent in rags, and tattered in
strips was Peg's,
And botli of them suffered the ninepin fate to the ruin of
arms and legs ;
And every face was licked by a dog, and battered was
every limb,
When Duke ran round in a circle and Soo-Ti ran after
him. E- C. L.
21G
PUNCH, OR THE LONDON CHARIVARI. [SEPTEMBER 3, 1913.
A MARE'S NEST EGG.
" THE investment itself," George
continued, " is a comparatively trilling
one. But look at the possible results.
By purchasing only one ticket, you
may in a moment hecomo the possessor
of no fewer than sixty thousand pounds."
" But it's a hundred thousand to one
that I don't win it," I said.
" The advantages," he replied, " are
not, of course, limited to one prize only.
The others vary in amount from fifty
francs to five thousand pounds. There
are one thousand prizes of fifty francs
alone. Fifty francs," he repeated,
making a hasty pencil calculation on
the hack of an envelope. " Why, that 's
two pounds in our English money. I
myself have bought five tickets. Look-
ing at it, if you like,' purely as a
gambling operation," he added, " it is
infinitely superior to betting on a
horse. Think of the possibilities.
Sixty thousand p —
I spare you the rest. He went
through it all over again. So finally I
gave him his sovereign, as he knew
where to buy the beastly things.
" You won't regret it," he confided to
me at parting. So far from regretting
it, I thought I had bought his silence
cheaply at a sovereign, and, of course,
dismissed the whole preposterous idea of
foreign lotteries from my mind at once.
Somehow or other, one dismissal
did not seem to be sufficient. The very
next day, when Angela came to lunch
(Angela is my property), I fell into a
muse. It had suddenly occurred to me
what a much better lunch I could have
given Angela if only the sixty —
" What 's the matter, dearest ? " en-
quired Angela. "You look very
worried."
" Oh, nothing," I replied. " Business
— business." And I dismissed the idea.
Then Jack Chalmers came to see me
in his new car — one of those long, ter-
rifying, very latest cars that arouse
immediate covetousness. Now with
sixty th
I abandoned the idea of dismissal
and plunged headlong into my new
vice. Every moment of leisure, and
some others, were occupied for weeks
afterwards with careful calculations.
Judiciously invested, the amount would
bring in quite a tidy income. First
in the list of expenses would come
charities (say a tithe) ; that would
only be right, considering how I had
acquired the money. The other items
•were wonderfully various, including
such objects as an emerald necklace
(for Angela), a cabinet of cigars (for
me), a yacht, a new hat (for me again),
and an estate (roughly speaking, for
Angela). Then, in case my expecta-
tions should be too sanguine, I would
momentarily lay aside the calculations
on the sixty thousand basis, and sup-
jpose for the nonce that I had only
won the five thousand pound prize.
That would curtail the possibilities —
but it couldn't be helped, I would have
to make the best of a bad job. The
fresh list dropped the emerald necklace
and the estate as being out of the
question. But all my plans were
thoroughly cut and dried, and in readi-
ness for either contingency.
Then, one day, I actually rang George
up. I talked of the .reather, and then
said carelessly :
" By the way, that old lottery of
yours — when do the results of the
wretched thing come out?"
" One day more," he said ; " results
out to-morrow. I can come round to the
Club before dinner and let you know, if
you like ; I 'm having a wire sent. To
my mind, it 's an excellent investment.
At the worst you only stand to lose the
initial expense of the ticket — that is
one pound. On the other hand, think
what you might do with no fewer than
sixty th
I replaced the receiver. I passed a
trying day and a sleepless night.
The following evening I waited
anxiously at the club for George. I
had made up my mind how to receive
him. •! would be reading The Globe,
nothing being further from my thoughts
than lotteries. Then, when he came
in and said, " You have won the sixty
thousand pound prize," I would get up
and reply indifferently, " No, really ?
By Jove, you were quite right then,
after all. Have dinner with me, old
chap, won't you ? "
1 settled myself down in a chair in
the smoking-room with The Globe all
ready. The nervous tension of the last
forty-eight hours had been great, and
in utter exhaustion I began to doze.
But my brain continued to make cal-
culations — on a larger scale than
anything hitherto attempted. More
judicious speculation, in which George's
advice proved invaluable, gradually in-
creased my fortune to gigantic pro-
portions. I became the owner of ten
hotels, four theatres, seventeen news-
papers, a huge tract of timbered land
in Canada, a few South American
diamond mines, and a fleet of yachts.
1 was a multi-millionaire. I indulged
in horse-racing. I was leading in my
Derby winner, amid shouts from a
thousand throats, with Angela smiling
rapturously upon me. George, waving
his hat, had rushed up through the
press, and was shaking my shoulder
and yelling, " You 've won, you 've
won, you 've won ! "
Then I woke up, and my Derby
was a leather cushion, and
was actually shaking my
winner
George
shoulder and repeating excitedly,
" You 've won, You 've won ! "
Fortunately I remembered my pre-
pared impromptu in time.
" No, really ? " I observed calmly.
" By Jove, you were quite right then,
after all. Have "
" Yes. You 've won one of the small
prizes. Fifty francs, my boy."
" Oh ! Well, have — have an ap&ritif
with me, old chap, won't you ? How
much did you win?"
" Nothing," he said. " But then, of
course, I haven't your luck. Fifty
francs ! Why, that 's two pounds in
our English money."
-::- * -::- -::- -::- -::•
My arrangement of my winnings
ultimately resolved itself into this :—
£ s. d.
Tithe (to charity) 020
2 Aperitifs ... 010
Placed on Derby
favourite (and
lost) 0 17 0
£100
TO A FOOD-BEFOBMEB,
[Eating less, especially less meat, is recom-
mended as a sweetener of the temper.]
LADY, I feel full sure no lust for gold
Has set you where " five minutes
from the sea "
You give the welcoming smile to young
and old,
Who hither come in search of jollity.
Yours is a nobler task : you fain would
seek
Our moral good (at thirty bob a week).
And well you seek it ; gallantly you
strike
A blow for amiability each day,
Carving a microscopic joint that, like
The British Army, goes a long, long
way.
I praise your noblefight — for such it is —
With man's carnivorous propensities.
But pause amid your labour of reform
And note the bard's innately placid
mien.
He has no tendency to rage and storm,
He never figured in an angry scene.
'Twould be no falling from your high
ideal
Did you give him a really decent meal.
Things that might have been
expressed differently.
From The Times' critique of The
Real Thing : —
"If Mr. Aynesworth were a little bit less
of a gentleman, if Miss Terry were a little
bit less of a lady — but why speculate about
impossibilities? "
EMBER 3, 1913.]
PUNCH, OR THE LONDON CHARIVARI.
217
LEAVES FROM OUR HOLIDAY SKETCH-BOOK.
AN ARISTOCRAT OP NORTH BMTAIN SEA-BATHING FROM HIS ANCESTRAL FORESHORE.
OUR BOOKING-OFFICE.
(By Mr. Punch's Staff of Learned Clerks.)
I SHALL not easily forget tho delightful revelation of a new
power that was given me by Mr. COMPTON MACKENZIE'S
Carnival. Ever since then I have been waiting anxiously
for its successor, and it is now a great pleasure to find, after
one uncertain moment, that Sinister Street (SECKEB) con-
firms and heightens my estimate of its author. The one
uncertain moment came to me in the early pages, while I
feared lest Mr. MACKENZIE was going to let his Balzacian
method run away with him ; but this was only before the
charm of the subject had taken hold of me; afterwards I had no
more complaints. There are indeed aspects of this book that
I should find it difficult to overpraise; its marvellously
minute observation, for one, and its humour, and above all
its haunting beauty both of ideas and words. These gifts
are brought to tho telling of something that has not, I
think, been told before, or at least not in this fashion — the
education of a London schoolboy, so different from the
cloistered existence of his contemporaries elsewhere.
Mu'Iiarl Fane is a figure to love, because he is of the very
small company of boys in books who are entirely human,
lie grows before our eyes, as with an almost passionate
honesty the author traces every detail and influence of his
development. I do not know if the result will prove to be
a popular novel, and I do not care ; what I do know is that
as a study of the education of character it is already a
masterpiece ; and that I look forward to Michael's career at
Oxford (which we are promised in January) with as much
interest as if I were going up myself. It is not my habit
lightly to prophesy fame ; but after these two books I am
prepared to wager that Mr. MACKENZIE'S future is bound
up with what is most considerable in English fiction.
\Vo shall see.
1 have always this difficulty when confronted in book
form with a story which I have already seen as a play — that
I find it exceedingly hard to believe in the reality of those
episodes that take place, so to speak, off the stage. The
others are a very different matter ; there I have my own
recollection to support the author's statements, especially
in the case of a play so delightfully well acted as was this
that Mr. GEORGE BIRMINGHAM has now published as a
novel under its original title of General John Began
(HODDER AND SrouGHTON). For example, when Mary Ellen
enters in tho first act — I mean chapter — Mr. BIRMINGHAM
really need not have bothered to tell me that she was
adorably pretty, and that as she saw the motor-car " her
beautiful brown eyes opened very wide. Her mouth opened
slightly and expanded in a smile. A long line of the black
transferred from the kitchen kettle to her cheek reached
from her ear to the point of her chin. It was broken as
her smile broadened, and finally part of it was lost in tho
hollow of a dimple which appeared." All this is quite
firmly fixed in my delightful memory of Miss CATHLEEN
NESBIT. Conversely, when Dr. Lucius O'Grady is here
described as riding furiously away on his bicycle, I am un-
able to banish a suspicion that it carried him no further
than the wings. Still, I would not have you suppose from
this that the present version of the affair does not make a
highly entertaining novel. It doss. If you have been un-
fortunate enough not to meet it already at the Apollo
Theatre, you can read about it here, and chuckle con-
tinuously from page the first till " the curtain drops " on the
last. That these words are a quotation seems to show that
Mr. BIRMINGHAM was not wholly insensible of my own
difficulty.
Valentine was a young man who was not in himself
especially remarkable. Mr. GRANT RICHARDS writes a story
218
PUNCH, OR THE LONDON CHARIVARI.
[SUI'TKMHKH 3,
ftbout him, calls it by the young mini's nuinc and publishes
it himself; it is therefore obvious that lie considers his hero
of very considerable importance, and indeed he spends some
time in telling us about his discovery of Paris, his bills, his
dinners and his wines; but, although he tells us of these
tilings pleasanllv enough, he knows quite well that we've
heard it all often before. No, it is not Valentine who is
interesting, although he is an agreeable fellow and his
tailor's address it would be pleasant to discover ; it is his
author's conssiousness of the fantastic bizarrerie of London
tbat I enjoy. Mr. ARNOLD BENNETT and Mr. CHESTERTON
were once also aware of this, but lately their activities have
habits of Kissing and Nose-rubbing. Well, I will not
salute Sir RAY as he was once, to his great embarrassment,
saluted by a foreign confrere, but in my gratitude for a
charming volume I oiler him the alternative privilege of
rubbing noses with me.
I am not the proud possessor of an ancestral estate, but
I have always nattered myself that I should feel and do all
the right things if I were, so that CONSTANCE HOLMK has
given my self-esteem a sad fall in Crump Folk Going Home
(MILLS AND BOON). To the de Lymhsay family, who be-
longed to Westmorland, and who'e ramifications and re-
been in other directions, so it is delightful to have Mr. lations recall some Highland clan in the days of Boxxit;
G i! ANT RICHARDS building us enormous palaces in Leicester | PRINCE CHARLIE, the estate of Crump was scarcely less
Square, palaces with thousands of flats and kitchens and ; than a fetish. To walk across the park resolved itself
shops, but palaces that the architects' miscalculation of the | almost into an act of worship, and whatever form of
exact amount that is made by twice two may send toppling < harakiri seemed good to any member of the sept would
at any moment to the ground. There is also that colossal : cheerfully have been performed for the sake of the land,
moment when Valentine loses ten thousand and seventy ! The heroine, a distant cousin, daughter of a long line of
pounds because the
letter N turns up on
tho tape instead of the
letter R ; that is a really
thrilling chapter. In
short, Mr. GRANT
RICHARDS, having been
for so long a publisher,
believes in the Cinema-
tograph Novel and en-
joys Valentine's ex-
ternal adventures more
than his internal ones.
For myself, I agree
with him that they
are, at any rate in
Valentine's case, consi-
derably more inter-
esting.
..UNRECORDED ACTS OF KINDNESS.
HANNIBAL ENCOURAGES A Tram F.LEPHAXT DURING HIS PASSAGE OP THE ALPS.
As I sit reading Sir
RAY LVNKKSTER'S new
series of Science from an
Easy-chair (ADLAHD) I
am very glad to be
able to picture him in an attitude so conducive to a
sense of well-being ; but I am still more glad that the style
of his instruction pormits his readers also to assume the
same comfortable posture ; for easy writing does not always
mean easy reading. I cannot say — since 1 have never
caught him in the flagrant act of composition — whether
the Professor, with his writing-pad on his knees, was in a
position to reach, without rising, a considerable library of
books of reference. If not, then I confess myself over-
whelmed by the versatility of his erudition. His topics
range from Glaciers to Sea -squirts; from "Fatherless
Frogs " to " Pre-historic Petticoats ; " from New Guinea
Pygmies to the Galloping Horse in Art ; from the Origin
of the Soul to the Extinction of Turtles. Here is matter
'or all tastes. And as for the manner of it, the author
writes as he would talk, repeating himself if he wants to,
digressing and meandering at his own sweet will, but
always keeping to the happy middle way between the
preserves of the pedant and the hunting-grounds of the
popular writer. And through it all runs a pleasant savour
of what I hardly dare to call humaner studies. I like, too,
lis way of suggesting that, while making due allowance for
my state of darkness in relation to science, he assumes that
1 possess intelligence of a sort. He has a chapter that
treats of the rudimentary idea that underlies the cognate
Crump stewards, un-
hesitatingly promised to
marry Slinkin' Lyndc-
say because, though a
ne'er-do-weel, he was
the heir, and as a girl
only thus could she
serve the estate. When
lie died a violent death
in accordance with the
family curse which con-
nected itself with a
huge cedar-tree (pre-
sently to slay the
terrible dowager, Mrs.
Lyndcsay, in the throes
of its uprooting) Chris-
tian or Lakin' Lynde,-
say won his cousin
Deb's love for himself
as well as for his
land, so that after many
woes all ended peace-
fully, and the young
couple went home to
a distinctly brighter Crump, with curse, cedar, mother-
in-law and misunderstanding all removed at once. Till
then I had hardly felt that Crump could be called an
asset, so greatly was the atmosphere of storm and glconi
and necessity insisted on throughout, and so heavy seemed
the Lyndesay yoke. Yet they would all stop and admire
the Crump scenery for hours, or stoop down (almost) and
kiss the turf at any time. It seemed a preposterous obses-
sion of the soil for its own sake apart fio:n most of the
things it usually stands for. Still, Crump was Crump;
there is no getting away from that ; and for those who were
born to Crump the very name spelled balm. An ordinary
fellow like myself would probably have tried to get it altered.
" Ho\v THE KING STRUCK AS Aitcmusiior."
This was the terrible headline in The Liverpool Echo thai
caught our eye. But his Grace was no modern Thomas ;'i
Beckett; he was merely the Archbishop of SYDNEY, and tin
KING " struck him as being one of the most vigorous anc
alert personalities that any one could wish to meet."
The Boarding-House Keeper's Paradise.
" Lr.ANnunxo. — The threatened broak-up in the weather has p.i
and the money was again beautifully bright and clear."
Jiirmingliam
TTKMHKK 10, 1918.]
UII, OU TJIK LONDON CIIAIU VAUI.
21!)
POETS AT BAY.
A r.VMl'iiLKT by 'Mi: EuMi'M)
C.T>. on "Tho Future of English
ry," lias caused so much disturb-
ance in tlio best poetic circle's that,
a mass meeting was rcccMilly called lo
•debate the great critic's conclusions.
Objection was principally taken to his
contention that the poets of the future
will disdain the ordinary forms of
'spec-el i and will refrain from celebrating
natural objects on the ground that
everything that can be said about their
obvious beauty has been said. " Future
jpoets," says the gifted Librarian of the
House of Lords, " will seek to analyze
tl\c redness of the rose [not "nose," as
'in un unfortunate misprint j , and will
scout, as a fallacious observation, the
jstatement that the violet is
blue. All schemes of art
IK-CO me mechanical and
insipid, and even their
/(;.s lose their savour.
Ye;-.o of excellent quality, in
this primitive manner, can
now be written to order by
any smart little boy in a
grammar-school."
The meeting was held over
the Poetry Shop in Devon-
shire Street, W.C., where the
modern bard may bo found,
of an afternoon, declaiming
his latest effusions to admir-
ing audiences ; and the chair
was taken by Mr. EDDIE
MAKSII (by kind permission
of Mr. WINSTON CHUUOIULL).
There were present a number
of distinguished poets, some
looking strangely like
jrdinary persons, a large con-
smart little grammar-school boys would
have no hand
back benches.)
in it. (Kiot on the
Kather would it be an
affair to 1)3 managed by certain long-
owing to a largo quid in his starboard
cheek, said that ho — well, agreed
with everything that Mr. GOSSK had
sa'id. There was no doubt whatever
haired friends of hisown. (Tremendous that mere — pettiness had had its day.
excitement.) | What the poet of the future needed
The chairman then proceeded to read was a hard-bitten vocabulary drawn
a letter from Dr. KOIIERT BRIDCES, from experience of rough-and-ready life,
tin; I'oet Laureate, whose name was no matter how squalid. Realism was
received with supernatural delight, the thing. " Give your readers
Mr. GOSSK," said the writer, "is
dearly wrong in bis suggestion that
ono poet can be checked in his raptures
was his advice to tlieyoung. (Sensation.)
Mr. RUPERT BROOKE said he was one
of the young guard. His particular
by the fact that another poet has i line was emotion. He had in fact
anticipated him. Any little grammar- j written a volume chiefly of love poems,
school boy, smart or otherwise, could but ho was bound to confess that his
have told him that it is part of the
nature of the poet to admit no pre-
decessor and to believe his discoveries
original." (Hear! Hear!)
UN! IP*;
miw
A STICKLER FOR PROPRIETY.
"WAITER, WAITKII, CALL THE MANAGER. HERE is A FLY UATHISG
WITHOUT A COSTOII-:."
interest in love was principally the
conviction that it was certain to end.
He defied any little boy in a grammar
school to write anything that would
naturally fall into place in
his, the speaker's, volume.
(Cheers.)
A slight hitch now occur-
red, brought about by a little
misunderstanding as to
whether Mr. EZRA POUND or
Mr. L A S C E L L E 3 A B E R -
citOMitiK should speak first,
which was settled by Mr.
POUND, who comes from Ar-
kansas, in the ready manner
of his country. Mr. AHER-
CROMHIE'S body having been
removed, Mr. POUND re-
marked that obviously Mr.
GOSSE was right, since he,
the speaker, had already
begun to employ a jargon
of his own and to avoid the
obvious. No one should
ever be able to lay a " Psalm
of Life " to his conscience.
(Applause.)
tingent of ladies, and, at the back, two j A letter from Mr. THOMAS HAHDV : No doubt other speakers would have
rows of smart little grammar-school , followed* "Mr. GOSSK," he said, " is j risen but for the circumstance that the
boys. always industrious and often ingenious, chairman at this point received a cable-
A phonograph on the table was, it j but not even Commanders of the Bath gram from his chief requesting his
was understood, intended to convey a ; are invariably right. Mr. GOSSK has immediate presence at Kiel. The
report of the meeting to Mr. GOSSK, who
was week-ending with one of his peers.
Mr. MAISSH, in his opening remarks,
sud that he was, he supposed, peculiarly
decided that, ' the natural uses of Eng- meeting thus terminated without any-
lish and the obvious forms of our ., thing very definite having been arrived
speech will be driven from our national
poetry.' That may he so ; but for my
|iialified to take the chair, since he was j part 1 believe that upon the arrival of
(lie editor of The Book of Georgian j a great post great and simple poetry
Verse. (Loud applause.) It was called I will follow, and that the combination
Georgian, he said, because all the | of old - fashioned words is no more
poets in it were born in the reign of
\ u TOKIA and educated in the reign of
B0WABDYIL, and most of the poetry
was written before GEORGE V. came to
the throne. None, the less, Georgian
was a good title, especially as the word
had no eighteeenth-century connota-
tion. (Renewed cheers.) lie had made
•A close study of modern verse, he
continued, and was satisfied that a
return to simplicity might occur at
: any moment, and "that when it did
exhausted than the combination of the
notes of the piano. (Loud enthusiasm.)
In my opinion," the letter concluded,
" there are few less profitable tasks
than the attempt to forecast the trend
of the arts, since a genius may at any
moment appear, to blow conjecture sky-
at except renewed respect for the genius
of the Sainte-Beuve of the House of
Lords.
"Tho Countess of Sonficlcl, who received a
most cordial reception, s;tid : — ' 1 have great
pleasure in declaring the bazaar open, and I
wish it every success ' — (loud laughter)."
Aberdeen Fi'ee Press.
And they say Scotland has no sense of
humour.
The Daily Telegraph, describing a
hL«h." (Renewed applause, and not a burglary at Datchet, says: —
little self-conscious enthusiasm among
the younger men.)
Mr. JOHN MASEFIELD, who wore a
sou'-wester and was imperfectly heard
"Some sticky brown paper was discovered
on the lawn, but the visitors succeeded iu
getting awny."
It probably wasn't sticky enough.
VOL. CX1.V.
220
PUNCH, OR THE LONDON CHARIVARI. [SEPTEMBER 10, 1913.
AN OLYMPIC CATECHISM.
Question. What are the Olympic Games?
Answer. An athletic festival held every fourth year for
the purpose of reviving the glories of Greece and promoting
international friendship.
Q. Are they like tlio ancient games of Greece ?
A. Not much.
Q. Have they promoted international friendship?
A. Not at all. There have been unfortunate incidents
Q. We will not go into that. Must wo take part in the
Games ?
A. Oh, yes.
Q. Why?
A. Because we are pledged.
Q. Who pledged us ?
A. Some one.
Q. Can you give me his name ?
A. No, hut the GERMAN EMPEKOB would bo offended if
we did not appear at Berlin.
Q. Has he said so?
A. No, but it wouldn't do to let the Americans win every-
thing.
Q. Why not ?
A. Their methods, you know. The way they train and
shout and all that. , ..s
Q. But don't you propose to imitate these methods ?
A. Yes.
Q. Do British athletes like the Olympic Games ?
A. No, but they must learn to like them.
Q. Why?
A. Because of the Americans, you know, and the GERMAN
EMPEROR and all that.
Q. How do you propose to deal with the Americans and
the GERMAN EMPEROR ?
A. By collecting £100,000.
Q. For what special purpose ?
A. To discover, Olympic talent; to provide champions;
to pay for talent and champions; to pay for trainers; to
make it easy for champions to give up their business and
devote themselves to athletics ; to avert national disaster ;
to restore our athletic supremacy.
Q. Are these champions to be amateurs ?
: A. Certainly.
Q. What is an amateur ?
A. An amateur is one whom we do not call a pro-
fessional.
Q. But if other people call him a professional ?
A. That only shows their ignorance.
Q. What is a professional ?
A. A professional is one whom we do not call an Olympic
amateur.
Q. Thank you, that is very satisfactory. Now tell me,
please, what is the character of the Olympic Games ? Are
they a recreation ?
A. Certainly not. They must bo made the business of a
man's life.
Q. Why?
A. In order to avert national disaster.
Q. But when a professional makes them the business oi
his life?
A, We refuse to have anything to do with him.
Q. Why?
A. Because he is a professional. He has not got the
Olympic spirit.
Q. How is the Olympic spirit acquired ?
A. By taking part in the Olympic Games ; by suliscribing
to the Duke of WESTMINSTER'S fund ; by devoting oneself to
the discovery of champions ; by advertising ; by organising
a boom; by promising a public reception to successful
athletes ; by paying their expenses ; by
Q. I soo. Then I suppose Great Britain has no athletics
at present?
A. No, none of the right sort.
Q. What is the right sort ?
A. The sort that is inspired with tho Olympic spirit
Q. Does everybody like tho Olympic spirit ?
A. Yes, everybody who is anybody.
Q. But if somebody says ho dislikes it ?
A. Then he is a crank.
Q. What is a crank ?
A. One who has not got the Olympic spirit.
Q. Are the subscriptions coming in ?
A. I rcfusS to answer further questions. R. C. L.
ODE ON A WEEK-END COTTAGE. ..
Two miles from a town where the road runs down
To an olden mill and a buttressed bridge,
And the river runs wimpling, bright and brown,
By haunts of dragonfly, kingfisher, midge,
It stands on a bank
And faces its flowers,
Where the hollyhock towers
And rank on rank
The lavender stalks stand single and straight 'gainst the
shine of the stream on its flank.
Four rooms in all, and a tiny hall,
And a balcony raised on the river's front
With fishlines drying and steps that fall
To the channel beneath where they tie the punt;
And a pump, be sure,
And a porch, and an arbour
Where roses harbour
The honey-bee's lure,
And a bucket for cellaret dangled deep where the current
runs cold and pure.
There are chub and bream in the brown mill-stream
That leap with a swirl at the well-flung fly
From the pool where the white weir waters cream,
Or close to the turf-slope lurking lie.
There is yet more sport
When put on our mottle
To boil the kettle
For tea of a sort
(Our milk 's left under the flowers by the gate in a jug that
is good for a quart).
O the gold of the days when a soft heat haze
Hushes the river and stills the trees !
O eves more quiet when blues and greys
Steal down in a glamour of muted ease !
When night's warm wings
With peace come teeming,
The stream slips dreaming
Of ageless things,
And a chub leaps plashing till silence again flows out on
the widening rings.
"Miss Laramore . . . interviewed an imposing 'Bobby' on tho
subject of motor-buses . . . and hurried up the steep staircase to the
top of the one he hailed for her. Once on tho top she secured a scat
directly behind the red-faced, loquacious driver and proceeded to make
friends with him." — Ladies' Home Journal.
The last time we hired a hansom we looked for a nice place
beside the driver, but he simply wouldn't talk.
PUNCH. OB THE LONDON CHARIVARI.— SEPTEMBER 10, 1913.
OUT OF COMMISSION.
LOEDHALDANE (back from his lightning tour). "QUICK, TELL ME, HOW IS ENGLAND?"
THE GREAT SEAL. "SPLENDID 1 WHY, WE'VE HARDLY HAD TIME TO MISS YOU."
&HPTBMBEE 10, 1913.J ITNCIF, 011 TUB LONDON CHARIVARI. 223
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Colonel BlastinyJiam. " WHY THE CAN'T I PLAY ims
Caddie. "You AIN'T GOT THE GOLFIX' TEMPKBATCHE, Siul"
GAME?"
1'ENNY \VISE.
You sco, there are two stations :
Blackhaven Harbour and Blackhaven
Central. The train for pjllam starts at
the first and passes through the second.
When I say passes through, of course
I mean stops. Trains on the Ellain
brunch stop at all stations and between
most of them.
• As we arrived at the Harbour Station
with thirty minutes to spare, Charles
suggested walking in to the Central
Station.
"Why? "I asked.
" It will pass the time away."
"That can be done automatically,"
1 protested.
" Jt will be exercise."
" I 'd rather do some Swedish drill
iu the refreshment room."
It will save a penny."
"Charles," I said, " my forefathers
occupied the throne of Scotland, but
you cannot tempt me thus. When I
am on my holidays I never think about
anything less than threepence."
" Come on," said Charles illogically.
Ha fascinated rno with a walking-
stick.
I came on.
But my worst fears were realised.
As the engine flies, it is, I believe,
half-a-mile onward from Blackliaven
Harbour to Blackhaven Central. As
we fled it might have been anything
up to fifty miles, if Charles had not
admitted after ten minutes that he did
not know the way. Inquiry only
with stories of banks which had averted
closure by an odd penny ; with the
purchasing power of the penny in
the sixteenth century. He was just
looking forward to the day on which
a first-hand copy of The Times would
be purchasable for a penny when we. j
reached the Central Station, in time |
to see the Ellam train disappearing
noo Know uie way. inquiry only \ to see the Jfilttm train disap
served to acquaint us with unblissful slowly but firmly into a tunnel.
truths. In the first place there was! "It is true," said Charles,"
the river Wurzel. You have to go
along the street by the Wurzel till you
come to a bridge. But it must be the
right bridge. In the second place there
is tlie cemetery. Somehow I had
known that there would be trouble with
a cemetery. You have to walk round
three sides of it because the fourth side
is the railway, where one is prosecuted.
I rather expected a swinging barrel
and a water-juhip, but apparently the
Corporation hadn't quite finished laying
out the course.
Charles remained insolently cheerful.
His conversation concerned itself with
pennies, their origin, history, and fu-
ture; with great men who had started
life with a penny arduously scraped
together from weeks of oflico drudgery ;
wasting
that by
time we might have got to
Ellam two hours sooner. But you
must not forget that the fare from the
Harbour Station is sevenpence, where-
as - "
There are moments when Charles
comes near palling.
I strode to the booking-office.
"Third single, Ellam, please," I said
wearily. " How much '! "
The clerk felt for the ticket.
" Ellain, Sir? " he replied. " Seven-
pence."
" TIIJ:I:MOMJ:TK.K HOVERS ABOUND 83 AKO
PUBLIC BEVELS IN ITS RAYS."
Vancouver World.
Our own thermometer sets too early for
us to do this.
224
PUNCH, OR THE LONDON CHARIVARI. [SEPTEMBER 10, 1913.
GOLF FOR HEROES.
A HUGE, grim man in tweeds, with
the jaw of a gladiator, sombre, smould-
ering eyes, and a pair of crutches, who
was standing outside the granite-built
clubhouse, pointed out the secretary
with, I fancied, a boding, rather sinister
look.
" You have played so long upon your
rather easy local links that you seek a
change — something a little more trying,
a shade more difficult — and have heard
that the Shadow Valley Links have
been laid out especially to accommodate
those who like their golf made strenu-
ous ? " said the secretary, a bland,
easy-mannered, enthusiastic gen-
tleman. " Quite so ; you have
done well to come here. You must
let me show you round the course.
I am very proud of it — extremely
proud. Yes, I designed it ; every
detail of the laying-out was com-
pleted under my personal super-
vision. I came to the conclusion
that, for really ambitious players,
golf generally was too safe, sim-
ple, dull — trivial, in fact. But
we are not trivial here. One's
nerves must be more or less in
order if one is to play a good round
on the Shadow Valley Links.
But you will see for yourself.
" I think we need not waste
much time over the first hole ; it
is comparatively simple. The
bunkers ssem rather formidable ?
Oh, one would hardly say that —
the wasps' nest inside each of
them makes it a tolerably inter-
esting hole, but hardly formid-
able. I beg your pardon ? Oh,
yes — wasps, I said. Three nests
— one in each bunker. When a
ball trickles into the bunker it
automatically sets into action —
gentle and sustained action — a
patent stirrer and poker attached to the
nest, so that the wasps are more or
less ready to receive the player when
he arrives to play out. We use hornets
at the fourth hole — it is much more
awkward to be bunkered there.
" This is one of the longer holes — a
good hole. We call it the Great Surprise.
There are no bunkers, you see. It is a
clear fairway from tee to flag. Easier
than the fourth, you think? Ah, but
one has to keep straight because of the
pitfalls. The safe fairway is only four
yards wide. Either side of that, here
and there — dotted about, don't you
know— are concealed pitfalls, with lids
— trapdoors — covered with real grass,
of course. They work on the dead-fall
principle, and contain water or tar — five
water, six tar. Only two are staked;
or possibly three. I really don't remem-
ber at the moment. Do you cultivate
the pull at all ? I should not advocate
that shot just here. The hole is a
great favourite with heroic golfers.
Mr. Hi'.NEY LEACH admires it so much
that he has written seventeen different
articles about it.
'This is the sixth,
green is well guarded.
You see, the
Yes, they are
bull-terriers — four of them. Fierce?
Oh, so-so — moderately. It is possible
to hole out without risk, but one needs
to approach very accurately. Hardly
a fair test, / think, because some men
have an inborn dislike for dogs. We
meet that, however. We provide long
very
quite
" Now, HORACE, STOP THAT WRIGGLING ABOUT AND WALK
PROPERLY."
steel rakes, so that a badly played ball
can be raked out of the bull-terrier
zone. One forfeits the hole in that
case, naturally. You see some of the
finest approaching in the world at
this hole. Oh, yes, they are safely
fastened ; each dog can only work
within the limits of its string — unless
the string snaps.
Oh, I don't know.
We have had no
The posts flimsy?
Do you think so ?
complaints. (Ah,
Cerberus, o'd boy; there you are.
Down, sir; the gentleman is not yet
a member.) Don't mind him ; he 's
a little petulant to-day.
" Now, this is really chic, the twelfth.
The green is under the cliff, as you see.
One positively must play a good shot
here ; a slovenly stroke is sharply pun-
ished. Put your ball anywhere but on
the green and an avalanche falls upon
you. It is loosened by a magnetic-
hydraulic device, patented by me.
You sea the avalanche — up there,
straight overhead. Good imitation of
snow, is it not? Rather expensive,
but one cannot have really heroic golf
without paying for it, obviously. We
call this the Excelsior Hole. Air. P. A.
VAILE considers that the cliff is not
sufficiently under-cut to allow the
correct amount of over-spin to the
avalanche. I bogged him to play the
hole for himself, but he was of the
opinion that it was hardly necessary ;
he relied upon his calculations, ho said.
Personally I think he was wrong; we
regularly bag our two brace a
month at this hole.
" That one with the red flag is
mined in every direction — in six
places, to be exact. We use the
old-fashioned black blasting pow-
der; we find it slightly more
effective than gun-cotton. It is
fatal to slice there. Mr. BERNARD
DARWIN thinks it is a
amusing hole. He wrote
airily about it.
" But you must not imagine
that we have neglected the ladies.
We are not so ungallant as that,
I hope. Indeed, no. Upon the
tenth and sixteenth greens are a
number of small holes of de-
cidedly menacing appearance.
Round about these are sprinkled
baited mouse-traps and rat-traps.
This is for the moral effect. If
a lady makes a bad putt a circuit
is completed and an electric cur-
rent causes a number of mice to
pop fiercely in and out of the
holes. We have found it very
successful. We use snakes also
— sparingly, curled up in certain
of the holes. The size of the
hole, of course, is a draw-back.
One rather leans to rattlesnakes ;
the sudden ringing of their rattles would
test the composure of a putter admir-
ably. Unfortunately rattlesnakes run
large. A pity ; but I am giving some
thought to the point, and hope soon to
overcome the little difficulty.
" Of course, the idea is really in its
infancy. You must not expect too
much at first. It is not easy to make
golf really heroic, but we shall improve.
We welcome suggestions, too. If you
have an idea at any time— " he spoke
absently, musingly, his eyes fixed
rather vacantly on a building close by
which looked ominously like a cottage
hospital.
" I think you have it all very com-
plete," I said. " But there is one thing,
perhaps, though probably it is merely
an oversight on your part. It would
be expensive, I fear."
B 10, 1913.] PUNCH, Oil TIIK LONDON CHAWVARI.
225
Motorist. " \V~nx DON'T YOU LOOK AFIKU THAT CHILD?"
Elder Girl, "llcl War, site DON'T BELONG TEH
His face lighted up. " And that is ? "
he enquired.
"An automatic earthquake, or oven
a pneumatic volcano."
He beamed.
".Oli, glorious!" lie said; "we
will have both. Forgive me, I must
telephone to our chief engineer at
once. This will delight some of our
members."
He hurried into the clubhouse.
, The grim person with the crutches
hobbled up.
"How do you. like the course?" he
asked.
" Oh, very fine, very fine," I said.
" I am just going to get my clubs."
It was fearfully annoying to discover
that I had left them in London — two
hundred miles south — and, as I am not
at my best with new or strange dubs,
there was nothing for it but to come
home for them. It was during the
train journey that I strained my hack
— which, of course, put golf out of the
question for a long time.
Commercial Candour.
From a time-table advertisement: —
. .
D Irritability, Indigestion, Rheumatism
M*»ralgia, Hysteria, Sic 'plr, •,]!.•,.,, etc."
nmvrs AWAY Nervy Symptom*.
of Brain ami Borly.' IJKAVK.S
THE PRUDE'S PROGRESS.
OUR Jane till very lately,
By high ambitions swayed,
Was serious and stately,
An academic maid.
She shunned the Russian ballet,
She studied Roman law
Admired Professor RALKIOH
And looked askance at SHAW.
But now she dotes on mumming
Her books away are hurled — •
Jane 's rapidly becoming
A woman of the world.
Despising frocks and fashion,
She solemnly had vowed
To shun the tender passion
And flee the madding crowd.
Desipere in loco
She had entirely banned,
And msant to live on cocoa
And potted meat, or canned.
But now she 's given up slumming,
Her hair is waved and curled —
Jane 's rapidly becoming
A woman of the world.
Time was when on the Army
She looked with deep disdain ;
Her views were all school-manny,
She only worshipped brain.
With apathy impartial
She viewed all sons of Mars,
And was so anti-martial
As to despise Jack Tars.
But now her heart goes drumming
Whene'er a flag 's unfurled —
Jane 's rapidly becoming
A woman of the world.
Jane's sense of the artistic
Was formerly austere.
The waltz was too hubristio
For her fastidious ear ;
A florid cavatina
Oppressed her soul with blight.
While BACH and PALESTRIN.V
She studied with delight.
But now she's always strumming
The tunes to which she's
twirled — -
In short she 's fast becoming
A woman of the world.
This wholesale transformation
Her serious friends deploro,
And yet her fascination
Is greater than before.
So, if she took to flying
In some outlandish dress,
I feel there 's no denying
I 'd have to acquiesce.
For Jane 's kept all things hum-
ming,
Since, totally ungirled,
She started on becoming
A woman of the world.
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PUNCH, OR THE LONDON CHARIVARI. [SEPTEMBER 10, 1913.
not believe for a moment ; though the
four different plays. First, the play
AT THE PLAY.
Censor apparently has believed so for
as the author writes it and as he means
" JOSEPH AND HIS BRETHREN."
years. But, on the other hand, I do
it to be. Second, the play as the pro-
THE production of Joseph and his
not see that it is going to do any good
ducer imagines the author means it to
Brethren— a play in four Acts by MOSES
— either to the stage or to the public.
be, and as, accordingly, he decides to
and Louis N. PARKER — marks (I am
Yet it may have this effect; it may
produce it; possibly a better play,
told) an epoch in theatrical history,
send people to the Bible to see how
but anyhow quite a different one!
the Bible being recognised henceforward
much of the story comes from Genesis
Thirdly, the play as rehearsed by the
as fit material for the English stage.
and how much from Mr. PARKER. And
actors, when each character is re-
This recognition may take a load off
having read the story of JOSEPH they
interpreted by a new mind ; again, it
the minds of actor-managers, pro-
may stray backward or forward a
may be, a better play, but again a
ducers and playwrights, but it leaves
little. If they stray backward they
different one. But what, you ask, is
me cold. My temperature, however,
may come to this verse —
the fourth p!ay? The fourth play,
being a matter of no public interest I
" And Jacob served seven years for
says Mr. BENNETT, is the play of the
will not dwell upon it, but, instead,
Eachel ; and they seemed unto him but
opening night — the play in which for
will try to find the reason for the en-
a few days, for the love he had to her."
the first time an audience collaborates.
thusiasm of the faculty.
Then at least they will understand
And it was the fourth Adored One
The story of Joseph is known to
the difficulties of a collaboration in
which went wrong.
everybody. It is a simple story enough ;
which one author writes like this and
This is simply to say that the audi-
and though the method which Joseph
the other like Mr. PARKER.
ence was not in the right mood for it.
adopts to reveal himself to bis brothers
Joseph was excellently played by
What was meant for fantasy was con-
when they come to Egypt for corn has
Mr. GEORGE KELPH, and as Jacob,
sidered as comedy and rejected as mis-
more than a touch of the
theatre about it, yet, told in
simple Biblical language,
its very ndivetA makes its
appeal. IhestorjotZuleika
is known chiefly to Mr.
PARKER. Zulcika, having
marked Joseph as her prey
from the moment when she
bought him for twenty
shillings at the pit's mouth,
played the scorned villainess
so thoroughly that twelve
years later she was still
plotting to stab him by
the hand of another. Not
unnaturally her husband
Potiphar was there to over-
bear the ' plot (for it is
unthinkable that so good a
plot should not be overheard by some-
one), and Zuleika's eyes -were put out
,o the accompaniment of a thrilling
scream and the fall of the curtain on
Act IV., Scene 3.
Very well ; now call Joseph by any
other Jewish name — Jimnah, say;
magine that the story of Jimnah was
also invented by an, Englishman, and
.et us all go to see the great Eastern
iroduction Jimnah and Zuleika in
bur Acts by Louis N. PARKER. What
would be the result? Well, of course,
-he play would not have a chance,
all the skill of Mr. JOSEPH BARKER
scenery), Mr. ADOLF SCHMID (music),
tfr. PERCY MACQUOID (costumes), and
Sir HERBERT TREE (overseer) could
iave so absurd a melodrama.
_ So perhaps that explains the enthu-
iasm of the profession. Joseph and
its Brethren will be a success, but it
vill be a success because it rests upon
a Biblical story; it could never stand
on its own merits. That it can have
ny evil effect on the spectator, that it
oukl offend the most susceptible, I do
placed farce. It was, as
I have said, BARRIE'S own
fault for starting too well.
He opened the evening with
The Will, a serious comedy
of real people, finely con-
ceived and finely worked
out. In this atmosphere
began the First Act of The
Adored One, and it too
started delightfully on the
plane of high comedy. True,
there was some talk about
a murderess coining to
dinner, and some nonsense
about nobody thinking much
of a murder nowadays, but
Probable^appcaranee of Sir HERBERT TBEK if, in consequence of his \ye didn't take it very seri-
' ^
be
And then suddenly
Leonora announced that she
was the murderess; that she had pushed
a man out of a railway carriage and killed
him because he objected to having the
window shut — her excuse being that
her little girl bad a cold. And when
all her friends had agreed that the.
excuse was sufficient and the incident;
itself trivial, there was a wildly ,
don't know what authority Mr. PARKER ' fantastic trial, which resulted in her
has for making Simeon the villain of acquittal.
Sir HERBERT TREE had a small part
which gave him no difficulty. But I
was most taken with Jiidah and Simeon,
and particularly Judah. Mr. HUBERT
CARTER made the first scene extra-
ordinarily lifelike, and his delivery of
that fine speech from the forty-fourth
chapter of Genesis was a triumph.
[in
the piece, but Mr. H. A. SAINTSBURY
gave him something more than the
ordinary Adelphi touch.
"THE WILL"
AND
" THE ADORED ONE."
I have now had twelve hours in
I have not tried to do justice to the
fun of the trial scene ; to the delight-
fully absurd behaviour of judge, counsel,
witnesses and jury, all in love with
Leonora ; to Mrs. PATRICK CAMPBELL'S
adorable conduct in the dock — her
bewilderment at the necessity for a
trial, and her repeated " I just puslied
which to wonder what went wrong at him out; my little girl had a cold";
the Duke of York's on the first night, ;her explanation of the different kinds
and I have come to the conclusion that of colds her children had; her con-
it was Sir J. M. BARRIE'S own fault, fidential smiles to the iurv, and her
TT __j__j-|i -ii . * >-.*'*
He started too well.
Mr. ARNOLD BENNETT has been ex-
discussion with one of them as to the
best soil for roses; her subjugation of|
plaining lately what happens to a play the warder whom she made hold her
between its conception and its pro- wool for her; all this was delightful,
duction. According to him it is reaJy But, as I say, the audience was not
SEPTEMBER 10, 1913.] PUNCH, OR THE LONDON CHARIVARI.
227
ready for it. Having expected real life,
it was bewildered by this. True,
Sir J. M. BARBIE tried to let us down
gently at the end by making the Judge
toll Leonora, that she was really only
a legend — a legend of the dear old-
fashioned women, of their incon-
sequence, and of the adoration men
paid to it — but it was then too late;
the fourth play had gone wrong.
I do not presume to tell Sir JAMES
how to write plays ; but as one of the
audience, and therefore (according to
Mr. BENNETT) one of his collaborators, I
would tell him how he could have
helped us to do our share better. He
onco wrote a joyful little story about
the murder of an editor ; it was called,
Pettigrcw's Dream, or something of the
sort. I may have the name of the man
wrong, but 1 am right in saying that it
was described as a dream. Now, if the
First Act of The Adored One remained
as it is, with this exception, that, in-
stead of Leonora confessing to a murder,
there were merely some talk of a
murder which had happened ; if the
Second Act were a dream — Rattray's
dream that Leonora had committed the
murder and that after an absurdly
fantastic trial she was acquitted ; and if,
in the Third Act (for one Act is all that
is wanted for the trial) the parable were
explained, and the contrast shown be-
tween the Leonora type of woman and
the modern woman, why then the
collaboration of the audience would
leave nothing for regret, and The Adored
One would be the splendid success that
it ought to be.
I say "ought to be," chiefly because
it is so full of good BARRIE, but partly
because it is so full also of adorable
Mrs. PATRICK CAMPBELL. M.
OUR INSECT FRIENDS.
DEAR MR. PUNCH, — I have been
recently delighted to read — in the
London Letter of one of our leading
newspapers— a statement with regard
to glow-worms which should not be
allowed to escape notice. " A well-
known Member of Parliament," says
the writer, "informed me some time
ago that he was constantly in the
habit of using a number of these
luminous insects in his nursery in place
of the ordinary night-light."
May I say, without undue vanity,
that it is many years since I first be-
gan to make a study of the practical
efficiency of insects, and that I have
found them of use to me in a great
variety of ways ? I have myself kept
a tame glow-worm for some months
which has rendered me splendid service
is a bicycle lamp. It has proved far
superior to acetylene in penetrating fog,
"JAMES, DO LOOK AT THESE LOBELIAS! THEY 'BE QUITE PARCHED, POOB THINGS. You
SHOULD HAVE WATERED THEM."
"T" AIN'T 01 NOT WABTEBIN' 'EM, YE KNOW, MUM; IT'S THIS EBE DBOUGHT AS 'AS
DBIED 'EM UP, THAT *S WHAT 'TIS."
and it is only necessary to attach a
lettuce to the handle-bars for the little
object to settle down and make itself at
home.
But it is not only in luminous
insects that I have enjoyed marked
success. The wasp is a valuable ally.
When leaving one's house locked up
for the holidays no form of burglary
protection is more effective than a
wasps' nest attached to the sash of
each of the downstairs windows. A
scorpion, by the way, may he used for
the same purpose, suspended from the
blind-cord by the tail.
I am at present engaged upon the
education of a colony of ants. Ants
are, of course, not capable of lifting
really heavy weights, unless they are
employed in inconvenient numbers, but '_
I have found them admirable for doing ,
all manner of little odd messages about
the house, and they are always ready
to bring me a stamp, an envelope or a
cigarette. In conclusion , in my capacity
of Secretary to the Society for the
Employment of Insects, may I tender
my thanks to the M.P. in question for
indirectly bringing this important •
matter to the public notice ?
Yours faithfully,
JOHN CLEGG
(Hon. Sec. Soc. E.I.).
" It is stated that the new building will be
the first of its kind, and we hope may remain
so for an indefinite period." — The Builder.
It will.
228
PUNCH, Oil T'JIK CONDON Cn/UUVARr. [SKITKMHKU 10, 1913.
Sliort-sigJiled Old Lady (gazing u-itJi liorror at lathers).
KOTHISG WILL ISDUCK ME TO WEAE ONE."
IP THOSE AHE THE XEW SKIRTS WE HEAR so siucn A.BOCT,
CHARIVARIA.
" AFTER cutting through
has been praising Scotsmen and re-
questing them to come in thousands to
thick Saskatchewan. "Our country," he
baulk of timber, she buried her nose in [added, "is nob nearly broken up yet."
Is this the way to lure a peaceable Scot
the cement wall." No, this was .not
Mrs. PANKHUUST. It was a German
submarine which collided with the
harbour wall at Heligoland.
from his home ?
- Mr. WESTMORLAND, a motor-cyclist,
has climbed Skiddaw on his machine.
It is announced ..that. Mr. :.Kf:m| .We welcome this movement for bringing
HAUDIE is going to hold a meeting in j the counties of England more closely
Dublin. Won't someone tell us, as altogether. Appropriately enough, Mr.
change, when Mr. KEIR HARDIE is not WESTMORLAND was accompanied by
going to hold a meeting '!
Two goldfinches, we are told, regu-
larly visit Totland Bay to feed their
four young in their nest in the middle
of a battery. Spies !
# :;:
" It is understood," says a fie/itcr
Mr. DRINKALL. The
glorious possibilities.
name opens up
telegram, "that the British, Austro-
Hungarian and Russian Embassies I of City Fathers.
have received instructions to lend
diplomatic support to the Bulgarians
The Inverness Town Council has
been talking of holding a baby-show.
It. was suggested that some of the
babies might be left on the Council's
hands for good. Surely this would be
taking too literally the good old name
to the British Government as a man-
eater and to the Union Government as
a hya>na. Mr. CLARK, another town
councillor (who, by the way, lias been
arrested), has disagreed with him, and
has said that the Union Government is
more like a common ass. We deprecate
these zoological amenities of contro-
versy. Even the common »ss has his
feelings.
The Return to Eden.
"Mrs. Combo — a most chic gown of two
coloured cinnamon fronds cleverly put to-
gether."— Times of Ceylon.
Pretty, but — you know what people are.
during the negotiations with Turkey."
" Loan oft loses both itself and friend "
seems to be an appropriate quotation.
The Hon. A. P.'"McNAB, the Sas-
katchewan Minister of Public Works,
* *
" All Bound Idleness " is the heading
of a Stock Exchange article in a con-
temporary. All square business is what
we really want.
H* 1*
Mr. WADE, a town councillor of
Germiston, South Africa, has referred
"The bride, who was given away by her
father, was trimmed with handsome lace."
Hull Daily Mail.
This is worse than Mrs. COMBB'S
costume. .
"At about 12.30p.m. today tram car NV>. 13,
driven by \V D Francis, while going to Grand-
pass, collided with a little urchin at New Moor
Street. A large crowd soon gathered — chiefly
consisting of Moors — and it was found that the
foot-board had struck the lad's head, fortu-
nately only cracking the head slightly."
Ceylon Vbserrer.
"Tut, tut, hard-boiled," said the con-
ductor, and rang liis bell.
PUNCH. OH TI1K r,ONI)()Nr CHARIVARI.—
10, 1913.
THE RIOTER'S IDEAL.
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Edwin. "On, MOTHER, LOOK AT THOSE NAUGHTY MEN QUARRELLING. WHY DON'T THE BIG MAN LET THE LITTLE ONE HAVE IT?"
THE PURPLE DRAGON.
I SUPPOSE it is not onco in two years
that I drop into an auction room, but
when I do go I invariably make a fool
of myself. It is a queer coincidence.
Ursula, my dear wife, is the sweetest-
tempered woman in the world, but if
there is one thing that does provoke
her more than another, it is quite
certain to be the thing that I have been
doing, or leaving undone, when I return
[rom an auction.
The other day, however, I thought
myself safe. To begin with, my presence
at the sale was partly- accidental. No
one having sent n:e there, there were
no commissions' that I could exceed or
coveted bargains that I could let slip —
matters in which I had often been
proved liable to error. I had been away
'rom home for three weeks, and having
an hour to wait at our market town
owing to the breakdown of the car that
should have met me, I was strolling
about at a loose end, when I saw the
sale going on, and went in. That I
jhink clearly shows that for what
followed I was not personally to blame.
Anyhow, it seemed at first as though I
were in luck. I hadn't been inside the
place five minutes before the man in
shirt-sleeves began carting round some-
thing that caught and held my attention
like a flash. I saw then that it must
have been inspiration that had sent me
into the sale-room that afternoon, to
encounter a treasure for which I had
ransacked Europe (more or less) in vain.
The auctioneer was letting off some of
his usual patter about rare old Oriental
porcelain, but this didn't concern me.
1 had seen in an instant what the thing
really was — the long-sought fellow to
Uncle Dick's purple dragon.
You can fancy if 1 was excited or not.
The other dragon, the mate (if I may
so express myself) of this one, had been
a present to Ursula from her uncle at
our wedding; and for years we had
tried to find its companion. The thing
had at last begun to get on Ursula's
nerves, so much so that I had heard
her express actual distaste for our lonely
monster, and even a wish to destroy it.
But of course now it would be different.
It appears to be a rule about china that
two horrors make a beauty ; I don't
profess to understand these matters
myself, but I have observed this.
So I began to bid. One of the reasons
for my dislike of auctions is that they
make me nervous. I can never hear
my own voice naming a figure without
the sensation of going extremely white
about the lips. Whether I do so really
or not is another matter; I have never
been able to see. But I feel like it.
Also the backs of my hands tingle.
Thus it requires a considerable exercise
of courage on my part to bid at all.
" Now then, gentlemen," said the
auctioneer, " make a start. For this
valuable piece of genuine old Eastern
ware. What offers to commence?
Shall I say fifteen guineas ? Only fifteen
guineas for this exceptionally —
" Five," said a stout man, immediately
below the table. ("This," I thought,
" is excellent ; I shall get it dirt
cheap ! ")
The auctioneer rewarded him with a
smile of encouragement. " Thank you,
Sir. Five guineas I am bid. Five
guineas for this — I beg your pardon,
Sir, pounds. Five pounds only. What
improvement on five pounds ? "
He looked round the company, and
his eye caught mine. Possibly my lips
moved, but I am uncertain ; at all events
some subtle telepathy seemed to have
been established between us. " Six
pounds," said the auctioneer (though
how he knew is a mystery). "Six
pounds offered."
" Seven," said the stout man.
" Eight," said the auctioneer, after
another glance at me.
"Ten," said the stout man, who was
apparently a dealer.
"Eleven." This was a travesty of
my own voice, raised for the first time.
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Silence followed. The stout dealer was
sucking a pencil and meditating
gloomily. No one else bid anything
at all.
"Come now, gentlemen," repeated
the auctioneer. " This is simply giving
it away. Eleven pounds for one of the
most exquisite examples of the best
psriod of Oriental art. You '11 be sorry
tor it afterwards. Eleven pounds only
I am bid. Going at eleven pou —
"Twenty," snapped the stout man.
But my blood was raised.
"Twenty-five," I said quite calmly
and clearly. The pricking in my hands
had ceased. Several persons looked
round, and I could feel that they were
impressing, my features upon their
memory, perhaps so as to tell their
children afterwards. I returned their
ga/e with the impersonal regard
of Royalty or people who open
bazaars. It was a great moment.
" Any advance on twenty-five
pounds?" said the auctioneer
but it was obvious from the first
that there would not be. The
stout man bad pocketed his
pencil and turned away. " For
the last time, only twenty-five
pounds. Going, going, gone!"
The hammer fell. I had. con-
quered.
The price of victory was pos-
sibly a trifle stiff; but as it
happened I bad the precise sum
in gold in my pocket. Tims
there were no delaying form-
alities. The precious object (a
phrase apt in more senses than
one) was wrapped up and
handed to me. I will not
linger over my emotions upon
the homeward ride. I had de-
termined during it to say
•Of |
' she cried. "Twenty-live
How simply too splendid!
"Twenty-five pounds," I said,
course it 's a lot of money, but "
She interrupted mo with a delightful
bubble of excitement. " 1 should think
it was!
pounds!
And for a thing that I "d got to bate
the very sight of ! When Major Hamble-
ton let me put it into their sale, I never
thought it would fetch a penny more
than ten." After a pause she added,
" I can't help feeling, dearest, that who-
ever bought it was rather carried away! "
"That," I said placidly and without
the quiver of an eyelid, "is the whole
object of an auction."
So the rule had held good, after
all. We received our cheque, which
amounted to twenty-three pounds odd,
in the course of a week ; and Ursula
BROWN BABIES.
["Brown Babies" is the English fur tho
came of a certain Indian village1.]
THKHK 's a stir in the village, a rattle
Of looms in tho tumble-down huts,
A tramping of Immpty-backed cattle'
That plod through the dust and the
ruts;
For it's sev'n o' the morn and there's
work to be done,
But the tiny brown babies, the shiny
brown babies,
They wriggle and roll in the sun.
Above them the kestrels are wheeling,
Beside them the buffaloes stare,
And a red-eyed old pi-dog is stealing
As near as bo possibly dare ;
They may wheel, they may stare, but
• they know they must shun
Those merry brown babies,
those berry-brown babies
That tumble and turn in the sun.
The fat little mynas are bopping,
The lizards are darting for
glee,
And a big blue chameleon 's
popping
Round the trunk of a tamarind
tree ;
There 's a spirit of joy in the day
that's begun,
And the crowing brown
babies, those knowing
brown, babies,
They twitter and twist in the
sun.
In the breezes the palm-trees
are swaying,
A cocoanut falls with a thud,
By the creek little monkeys are
playirig
Ridiculous games in the mud;
nothing about my purchase to -Ursula, j has not yet ceased to marvel at such : 'Tis carnival madness, 'tis fairy-land
THOUGHT TBANSFEEENCE ON A WALKING-TOUR.
(8 JP..V. — 10 miles from the nearest inn. It lias been a long
day. They have not exchanged a word for the last hour.)
Thf Tired One. " Ou, I WISH YOU WOULD STOP THIXKIXG
ABOUT DINNER."
but to find
install the
lonely cabinet, and await her delight at
some sesret occasion to
new arrival in the once
| good fortune. The net result of the '
transaction is that she has bad two new
frocks — to say nothing of lunch at the
discovering it. There is often an art Savoy, and a matinee— and that I
in the actual making of a gift that possess (hidden under the bed in my
enhances its value tenfold. | dressing-room) a rare old Oriental vase,
Ursula met me in the hall. " I 'm for which no reasonable offer will be
so sorry you had to wait for the car,"
she said sympathetically. "If you'd
known, you might have looked 'in at
the Hamhletons' sale."
I decided that after all I would not
postpone the pleasure. " As a matter
of fact," I said, "I did."
Ursula looked interested. "How
brave of you ! " she exclaimed. " I
suppose you didn't happen to see what
the purple dragon fetched?" So she
must have known, and not dared in my
absence to try for it. Obviously the
time was come when such wifely duty
should be
careless!}-.
rewarded. 1 leant back
refused.
"People are asking why Irish farmers do
not raise more onions than they do. There is
no country where hotter onions can be raised,
and wo import no less than 1-2,000 annually,
at a ccst of £00,000 per year."
Cork Connln Eagle.
£5 an onion is of course only the price
fun,
And it 's thanks to the babies, the
pranks of the babies
That scrimmage and squirm in the sun.
J. M. S.
Two extracts from The IrisJi Inde-
pendent : —
"CHAMPION WALL JUMP.
Mr. JOHN- M'MORRAX'S Jons B 4"
"CURRENT CRICKET.
BEST INDIVIDUAL FEATS.
Bum.
Mn. JOHN M'MORBAX'S JOHN B 4 "
We are glad to call attention to
of the hot-house variety. An ordinary tne extraordinary versatility of ilr.
young onion can frequently be picked
up for as little as fifteen shillings.
"Girl's nearly new cycle; age about ten
M'MOBHAN'S horce.
A Strand bookseller's advertisement :
Misti ' : I/- net. Guy de Maupassant's
years." — Adrt. in " Western Daily 1'ress." \ latest volume of short stories.'
We should like something just the But we are saving up our money for
least bit newer. | the appearance of BALZAC'S new novel.
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SLINGING IT ABOUT.
PLAIN WORDS TO POLICEMEN.
(In the gentle manner of Mr. AIINOLD
WHITE in " The Daily Express.")
WE have got them on tho run. Their
hair is on end, great clammy beads of
sweat are on their hrows, and with the
li<>ht of panic in their eyes they are
sprinting for the horizon ; they are
deeing heforo their doom — the muddied
Ministers who have torn the Constitu-
tion into shreds, despoiled the Church,
sung psalms while they wallowed in the
slime of speculation, insulted the KING,
and sent up tho price of bacon.
And vvitli thorn is the Editor of The
Dictator. The Editor of The Dictator
is an accomplished writer, but he has
dared to oppose his faint-hearted
counsels to the clarion call of tha men
who wield the bludgeon, and who exult
fiercely at the sound of their horrific
weapons beating the air. When I told
him last week that his politics were
pig-wash, he attempted no reply. He
too has donned his running-shorts and
is showing a clean pair of heels to the
advancing host. But the heels of
Ministers are far from cloan. They are
befouled with thick mud. There is mud
all over their traitorous bodies, and they
shall stick in it all the days of their life.
In previous articles I showed how
the Separation Bill, if passed into law,
would split the Army and the Navy.
This week we have to consider its no
less cataclysmic effect upon the police
force. The finest thing in boots is a
British policeman, fixed and rooted in
the determination to preserve the peace.
Shall these stout souls bo ordered to
trample upon the inalienable rights of
the Ulstermen, to coerce them into sub-
mitting to govern themselves ? I do
not know a single policeman who would
not rather swallow his truncheon than
apply it to the heads of men, women and
children who are fighting for the price-
less heritage bestowed upon them by
the Act of Union. In Ulster, they tell
me, even the infants are in arms. And
why ? Because they know that Home
Rule has in store for them convulsions
more terrifying than any of the natural
ills their tender flesh is heir to, and
because the stench of the Ministerial
slime-pits has turned their stomachs.
Shall the knee of the British policeman
be pressed into their innocent backs?
Calmly and dispassionately I say that
the very thought is a shrieking outrage
upon all instincts of decency, and that
the feet of any policeman who for one
moment harboured it would be a dis-
grace to their leather.
The temper of the force is one of the
most vital factors to be reckoned with
in any consideration of this stupendous
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Brother. "WHAT DID YOU SAY TO THAT OLD CHAP JUST NOW?"
Sister. "I ONLY THANKED HIM FOB PICKING UP MY BAG."
Brother. "MY DEAR GIIJL, YOU MUST LEARN NOT TO BE so BEASTLY GRATEFUL.
NOT DONE NOWADAYS."
IT'S
subject. What does Mr. McKENNA
know about the police he is supposed
to have under his control? He has a
slight superficial knowledge of the
manipulation of processions and the
cost of helmets ; but of the soul of the
police he knows no more than my
aunt's tomcat. If he imagines that
this patriotic body of men is going to
fetoop to the dirty work of running in
Ulstermen, the doors of Colney Hatch
are yawning to receive him.
There .are some delicately nurtured
people (such as the Editor of The
Dictator) — men who put on a clean
collar every morning and dress for
dinner — who say that the KING should
sign the abominable Separation Bill,
and who would thus wash their tinniky
hands of the consequences. The poli-
ticians who would thus stand calmly
by and see the Empire dynamited are
reckoning without the British police-
man and his multitudinous affinities.
If the cooks of England are willing
that the burly arm of the law, which
has so often essayed the circle of their
waists, shall be laid upon the shoulders
of the most loyal of His Majesty's
subjects, then in Heaven's name let the
KING sign, and let the cooks stew in
their own juice. But everybody who
is not a victim of the verbal staggers
(like the Editor of The Dictator) knows
that the goddesses of the kitchen will
not allow this atrocity, and it is this
knowledge that makes the faces of our
muckrake Ministers turn ghastly pale
beneath their coating of mud.
(And so on.)
" While playing in the roadway at Compton,
Cookham, a Parnham angler states that he
hooked a tortoise about Gin. long."
Portsmouth Daily Post.
But then anglers say anything.
PUNCH, OK THE LONDON CHARIVARI. [SKPTEMBEB 10. 1913.
I
A PERSONALITY.
ANY lawyer will elaborate to you, if
you will let him, the root idea of
companies. When ho explains that
the principle is the creation of a new
persona, which is the company as
distinct from the individuals it com-
prises, you will look very knowing,
murmur, "Ah, yes, of course," and
wonder privately whether the speaker
himself sees any sense in the words he
is using. It is not till you come to
pick a quarrel with a company that
you realize the soundness of the
lawyer's observations and discover how
elusive is this persona of the company,
and how little it has to do with the
individual persona upon whom you
endeavour to iix the blame.
Our back-to-work train was already
half-an-hour late at Kxeter, yet there
was no single person I could get hold
of and say, " You 've done this ; what
in thunder do you mean by it ? "
There were only innumerable porters
and ticket collectors, guards and a
bookstall boy unanimous upon one
subject, that nothing would induce the
train, once having started, to stop
again before it got to Cheltenham.
'•Next stop, Chltnm ! " they repeated,
getting more heated and determined
about it every time. But even on this
point they were wrong, wrong by about
twenty-five full-stops and as many
commas. They had reckoned without
the signals, and signals at holiday time
do not believe in too much rush. My
earriage happening to stop opposite a
signal-box, I took the opportunity to
go into the matter with its occupant.
" You ought," I told him, " to be
ashamed of yourself, carrying on like
this."
Affably but finally ho explained that
he was not to blame. The explana-
tion was dull and familiar; I do not
repeat it.
The guard walked along the track in
order to join in our conversation. I
tried him. " You ought to be ashamed
of yourself," I told him. The guard
also had his defence ready and gave it
smilingly. "As the engine-driver
appears to be unoccupied," I continued,
"you might just ask him to step this
ivay and hear what I think of him."
" Old Bill ? " said the guard. " Why,
:ie 's as anxious to get home to his
supper as any of us. You can't blame
him."
" Then who the deuce can I blame ? "
[ asked.
x= * * * *
You see what I mean? If it had
Deen the other way on and the Com-
pany had been employing me to do a
"ob for them at the price of 18s.
you may bo sure that a definite persona
would have emerged to abuse me for
doing it so badly. Why then, as I put
it to the inspector at Cheltenham
eventually, why shouldn't such a one
be put forward for me to abuse?
The inspector (having disclaimed
liability) assured me that the Com-
pany's one object in existence was to
give satisfaction.
" Bah ! " said I (I had seen the word
in a book).
Tho inspector could only suggest
that at Birmingham, where all com-
modities are to be had, including
Railway Magnates in top hats, I might
get wiiat I wanted. With no great
confidence I waited for Birmingham
and a top hat. " Now, Sir," said I, at
last having cornered an overdressed
olHcial, " I trust that you are heartily
ashamed of yourself."
He regarded me calmly. "You
refer," ho suggested, " to the lateness
of this train, of which I have already
heard some mention '? "
"I do indeed," 1 cried bitterly.
Ho looked as one about to fight, but
on second thoughts he seemed to
appreciate the depth of my feelings
and to decide upon another attitude.
" I can only say," he declared, " that
I am very, very sorry about it."
"It is no good your being sorry," 1
sniffed. " I desire to find the person
who is to blame and make him sorry."
He blushed; he appeared very nearly
to weep. " i," said he, " I am to
blame."
I was at first incredulous, but being
assured on the point, I told him in
what opinion I held him, what course
I proposed to adopt with regard to
him, and what end I hoped would
overtake him, when, reported, disgraced
and dismissed, he crept solitary and
broken into the outer darkness. Jt was
a five minutes' speech, but the pleasure
of it was ample compensation for the
suffering of many hours.
Upon being assured that I had dealt
with the subject in all its many aspects,
my friendly enemy asked me if there
was anything else he could do for me.
"Tell me," said I pleasantly, for I
was now, if exhausted, on good terms
with the world again, "how came you
to make the train behave so badly?
How, I mean, do you influence its
movements one way or the other ? "
" I ?" he queried. "I?"
" Yes, you. Without prejudice, what
exactly have I been reprimanding you
for? What was it which neither the
signalman, guard, engine-driver nor
inspector could do to expedite the train,
but which you could have done but did
not do ? "
" I expedite tho train ? " said he, at
a loss. " I have nothing to do with
trains. My business is with passen-
gers."
" But what are you ? " I asked.
" Tho Responsible Official," he said.
" But what arc you employed to do ? "
I pressed.
"To listen, mostly."
" Speaking quite technically," I said,
" what are you for? "
"To blame," he said. "I mean, to
be blamed."
*****
Since then I have always travelled
by this line, whenever its trains and I
are bound for the same destination; I
have frequently deviated from the
straight way, have even on occasion
adapted my destination for the pui -posi*.
The most important and real con-
venience of railway travelling is to have
ail official ever ready to accept in
person a responsibility which he may
in fact have done nothing to deserve,
always prepared to look upset and
downcast when I swear to him that
nothing on earth shall ever induce me
to be a passenger on his line again.
THE CHEATER MAGIC.
THE entertainers on the pier
Are pretty bad, as pierrots go,
But now a conjurer is here
1 never miss a show.
His tricks are all as clear as day
(With one exception) ; far from smart
His patter : I regret to say
I know it off by heart.
So, when ho takes the final trump
From any given pack of cards,
Some gambler's pulse may haply jump,
But not the present bard's ;
When from the magic kettle's spout
Free choice of stimulants is poured
And thirst-tormented people shout
For drinks they can't afford ;
When handkerchiefs a hen disclose
Or rabbits from a topper spring,
I murmur, " I am tired of those,
Show me that other thing —
That trick for which the audience lend
You coins. I put a florin down
On Monday night, and at the end
You gave me half-a-crowri."
"GABY DESLYS PUZZLED.
SHE DISCUSSES WHAT Sun SHALL WEAB
WITH TUK DAILY SKETCH."
Daily Sketch.
Won't The Dailij Sketch be enough?
From a Madras catalogue : —
" Tho price of the car, Ks. '2,850,
motoring within the reach of all."
Lo, the poor Indian is not so poor as
\vo thought.
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TO PROTECT THE POOR MOTORIST.
IT HAS BEEN SUGGESTED THAT ANIMALS OS OUB KOADS AT SIGHT SHOULD CABEX UGHTS.
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PUNCH, OE THE LONDON CHARIVARI. [SKPTEMBBB 10, 1013.
THE LIFE- HISTORY OF A
NOBODY.
(Rfinci an essay in the modern psyclio-
iral novel designed to appeal to
the. present-day taste.)
BOOK I.— HUBERT SELECTS A TIE.
HE entered a shop in the Burlington
An-iido lo buy a tie. To be accurate,
lie did not enter it so much as he was
drawn into it. He wanted to buy a
tic, but he had not utterly and finally
decided that he would purchase it at
that particular shop. Indeed, for a
fraction of a second he hesitated in the
very doorway. An almost sub- acid
intuition warned him that the whole
current of his life might depend on
the particular shade of the tie he
selected.
A fly buzzed. It was an ordinary
fly, not different outwardly from a
million other flies. Yet the convolu-
tions of its brain could not be exactly
like the convolutions of its million
fellows. The path in which it flew
was inevitably different from the path
which any other fly would have taken.
It alighted on a purple tie. If the tie
had not been of a soul-arresting purple,
it might have flown elsewhere. Some-
where back in the aeons of ages a
Purpose had decided on this concatena-
tion of circumstances.
Hubert followed the fly. He ex-
amined the tie. He brought his whole
faculties of mind to bear on the
problem. He held the silken trifle to
the light. The purpleness changed
under the incidence of the sunlight
from a challenging militancy to a
slightlyfaded ineifectualness. Itseemed
to him as a Parable of Life. He would
have said so to the shop-assistant, had
not a flooding intuition warned him
that this automaton of the mart might
misunderstand the inmost significance
of his thought.
"The very latest shade," insinuated
the assistant. He was a small man, or
rather youth, with a moustache which
appeared to have been forced beyond
its natural development and gave the
suggestion of social striving doomed
to eventual impotence. He lived in
Fulham. It was three miles from the
Burlington Arcade. He reached his
mart daily by motor-'bus, buying a
twopenny ticket of an unassertive blue.
Sometimes he took 'bus No. 42, and
sometimes 'bus No. 19. He had no
preference in the matter, for such was
his temperament. He cared nothing
for where the 'bus proceeded after it
had deposited him at Bond Street — or
rather, eight yards to the eastwards of
Bond Street — and continued on its
journey. His stunted imagination
could not follow its passage down
Eegent Street, through the pleasure-
bustle of the Strand, through the
shiny-elbowed strivings of Fleet Street,
up the sharp incline of Ludgato Hill,
perfumed with incense from the slow-
burning strips of the street-hawkers
.... (At the end of three pages the
'bus reaches Bow and disappears out of
the story.)
" The very latest shade," insinuated
the assistant.
" H'm, "said Hubert non-committally.
He searched into the eyes of this fellow-
human, groping for the sympathetic
understanding his soul craved for. He
tried to dissect a fellow-soul with the
inadequate lancets of his vision. He
would have liked to discuss that tie
from the point of view of aesthetics, of
ethics, of morals, of philosophy, of
metaphysics, of pragmatic neo-Bergson-
ism. He would have liked to engage
in a discussion which could have
embraced the universe and the stars
and the purpose of creation. Yet he
faltered, and examined the tie anew.
The assistant was a sordid being.
After half-an-hour he fidgeted. He
wanted to sell Hubert a tie, and that
was the limit of his present ambition.
He could not realise the epochal
significance of Hubert's decision. He
lived in Fulham in a little semi-detached,
two-storied house where he occupied a
rear room on the upper floor. . . .
(Description of the room occupies four
pages solid without a paragraph.)
" H'm," repeated Hubert at the end
of thirty-four minutes of thought.
" Three-and-six," said the assistant.
It was an ill-judged observation.
What did it matter to Hubert whether
the tie were three shillings, three-and-
six, or four shillings? Sixpence more
or less would not ruin his finances ; but
a shade of purple more or less might
shatter his soul. It might sear his
ego with an ineffaceable brand of
emotion. True that he could not see
the tie when it was knotted into place,
except by straining his eyes downwards
over his 3J inch wing collar, but the
effect nevertheless would be all the
more crassly dangerous. It would
catch his eye from the glass of a shop-
window or the mirror of a taxi —
suddenly, thunderously, with the force
of a planetary collision.
He was torn with doubts. Another
ten minutes passed. The assistant
whispered discreetly to a fellow-trades-
man at the rear end of the shop. Out
of the tail of his eye Hubert caught
the clandestine converse. It disturbed
liiin rudely. He felt that they were
mocking at a momentous decision far
beyond their dwarfed understandings.
How petty the world was — how
ineffably unsympathetic 1 He felt
hideously alone. A barrier of glass,
steel-strong, separated him from his
fellow-beings. It had always been tho
same. He recalled the days of his
cradle. . . . (Ten pages of cradle-
thoughts follow.)
Then his first school— a mixed school
of little boys and girls. . . . (Twelve
pages.)
fterwards tho public school, rudely
,n.,.,4- /i^:,-i.* •
repellent.
(Eighteen pages, in-
cluding two on the psychology of having
measles.)
The 'Varsity. . . . (Twenty-one
pages, with eight devoted to an analysis
of his feelings towards the girl at the
tobacconist's.)
And now life! Full-grown, full-
blooded life, where a man struggled and
made decisions that were irrevocably
vital. Should he buy that purple tie ?
The fly, tired of the battle of tempera-
ment— or perhaps not caring greatly
for the outcome — had flown away to
other fields of endeavour. It had done
its work jn the life-history of Hubert.
It had come into touch with his soul,
and then moved on light-heartedly to
jostle with other souls.
A clock struck eleven .... (Two
pages on the way the clock did it.)
'I Will you buy the tie, Sir?"
insinuated the assistant.
His crude impatience shattered the
fabric of the sale so nearly consum-
mated. Hubert roused himself.
" I think not," he replied, and left
the shop.
(End of Book I.)
MAKESHIFTS.
WHEN love arrives, the poet feels
A passionate desire to sing;
Where coarser souls neglect their meals,
And nurse, in silent gloom, the sting,
I longed to burst
Into a lyric from the very first.
But, somehow, didn't. Goodness knows
The theme has been explored enough;
In moments too sublime for prose
I spout some other poet's stuff,
And squeeze her hand
(My own idea). She seems to under-
stand.
A Paris contemporary, Excelsior,
says of the Isle of Man : — •
" Cetto lie est diSpourvuo d'habitants,
d'hotels et de commerce."
Yet the Booming Thou Gavest Me still
goes on.
"Madrid proposes to utilize tho water
brought to tho city by an old camel to produce
about three thousand electric tl horse power."
Montreal Daily Star.
It was the last pint that broke the poor
old camel's back.
SEPTKMHEB 10. 1913.] PUNCH, OR THE LONDON CHARIVARI.
237
Site. "HALLO I THERE GOES FATHER ! "
He. "YES, HE TOLD ME HE HAD AN APPOINTMENT.'
OUR BOOKING-OFFICE.
(By Mr. Punch's Staff of Learned Clerks.)
IN fiction— I say nothing of real life — I have a consti-
tutional objection to the importunate wooer who will not
take no for an answer. At least, if the object of his
affections is as charming as she is in The Secret Citadel
(HUTCHINSON), the man must have a great deal in his
favour for his persistence to command my sympathy. And
Godfrey Dcnne is not that sort of man. He is selfish, he
is idle, he has a very good opinion of himself, and a very
poor one of the plebeian family from which he is sprung ;
he is ashamed of the clean, honest soap from which, without
any exertion on his part, his wealth is derived. Nor am I
attracted by the members of the old Eoman Catholic family
into which he aspires to marry, and the motives which
induced them to tolerate his suit. Miss ISABEL C. CLABKE
does her best to make him fascinating in other respects —
he is good-looking and cultivated — and, of course, neither
the girl nor her people could be expected to know before-
hand that he was going to turn out the tyrant of a husband
that ho proved till he was brought to his bearings and his
better self by his wife's narrow escape from death. They
objected to his origin and his soap, and particularly to the
fact that he was a Protestant. And yet they accepted him,
^ and encouraged the girl to accept him, because of his
wealth. That, no doubt, has been known to happen before
r in our rough island-story. But the weakness of the posi-
tion in this case is that the author is herself blind to their
real motive. Everything is subordinated to her chief object,
which is to conduct a rather poor creature of a man to the
bosom of the Roman Church, regenerated at last by the
suffering caused by his own selfishness. On the whole,
though she gives us a fairly interesting study of an un-
happy marriage with a happy ending, she fails to make it
convincing.
I strongly suspect that if the question were put to him
Mr. ARNOLD BENNETT would acknowledge Edward Henry
Machin as his pet creation. You no doubt remember this
fascinating character as the " card " of an earlier volume ;
he reappears now in The Regent (METHUEN) with all, or
nearly all, his former vitality, with the same fertile resource
and engaging impudence, crowned as before with triumph.
He was left, you may recall, practically monarch of all he
surveyed in the Five Towns. The Regent brings him to
London to build and run a West-end theatre with that
name, and to experience various entertaining adventures in
the process. There are some quite delightful chapters
about the inception of this idea ; and the First Night, with
its rapturous applause promising success for what turns out
to be financial failure — this betrayed the man of theatrical
experience in its author. Later, I thought the hero's wit a
trifle less active and personal than of old. It was certainly
a tine idea to snatch victory from defeat by engaging the
head of the Militants to speak three lines in the languishing
poetic drama — but somehow I had looked for something
even more startling. However, the quest of the saving
suffragette takes Machin on an amusing dash to New York
(whero his experiences, with motors, hotels, and the like,
seem to have been oddly similar to those of Mr. ARNOLD
BENNETT as recorded in Those United States'), so I have no
cause to complain. An optimistic and merry volume,
which (as in a double sense nothing succeeds like success,
or is so jolly to read about) is certain of huge popularity,
and well deserves it.
Miss SOPHIE COLE'S appeal is so essentially not to men
that I felt, after opening Penelope's Doors (MILLS AND BOON),
as if I had concealed myself in the heroine's flat and was
playing the despicable part of eavesdropper to conversation
that was not intended for me. But when this embarrass-
ment had been conquered I began peacefully to onjoy the
PUNCH, Oil THE LONDON CHARIVARI. [SKI-TEMHER 10, 1913.
optimism ol Penelope, lot although it has never been my
happy fate to meet such a determinedly plucky and cheerful
woman (or man) in the flesh, it is cheering to read of those
who can never see the clouds because of the rifts in them.
Men in this novel do not amount to very much, if wo except
Mr. Tiippi/, who by trade was a comedian, but by instinct
seemed to be a professional " turner-up " whenever Penelope
wanted him. Another man, called The Inconnit, was well-
named as far as 1 was concerned, for I never got a clear
conception of him. If, however, Miss COLE has failed a
little with her men, she has succeeded most thoroughly in
drawing the characters of Penelope and her nieces, and I
am glad to recommend the book to those who like to be
mildly intrigued but not violently excited.
Captain Corbeau's Adventure (HUTCHINSON) was of the
able London gatherings to which no one but unpleasant
people ever seems to bo invited, arid the glittering and
artificial Eastern scenery in which palms, sunsets and
distant music have so important a place. Uul, above and
beyond these things, Tin-- Wan of Ambition (METIIUEN)
does make a real attempt to grapple with the psychology of
an artist who has in him a little genius, a little Belf-coo-
iidt'iice and a little humility, but not enough of any of these
qualities to drive him to carve out his career for himself.
Mr. UK-HENS' hero is not a very attractive character and
his wife is positively unpleasant ; but the reader, if he cannot
be honestly interested in Mr. HICHENS' people, is carried
away by the things that happen to them. The linal scenes
concerned with the production of an opera in New York are
as noisy, as theatrical, as nerve-shaking as though OIK; were
actually present and personally involved. I hope that iu
sort that begins on a snowy night in mediaeval Paris, with his next novel Mr. UICHKXS will, in addition to his deft
a penniless soldier of fortune, a fair lady, and a mysterious 1 technique and brilliant dialogue, give us some characters
message. However, the message was but 'the first of many i who are attractive not only as puppets in a skilful fable but
mysteries, not the least of which to me was the fact that ! also as human beings whose histories are not limited by the
I _ i_ _ _ i • i __ j_v _ •'
what was obviously the
same story that I had
just reid should appear
in the advertisements at
the end of the book under
another title. But to re-
turn to Captain Corbcau.
I could hardly tell you
(and should not if 1
could) the weird and
wild things that happen
to him as a result of
accepting the commis-
sion of the pretty serving^
maid on that snowy
night. They bring him
to a ruinous old chateau
on the coast of Brittany
(what a certain Oxford
don of my acquaint-
ance would call "a most
gloom - surging place"),
the home of an elderly
and evil dame, who does
FOKGOTTEN ACTS OP KINDNESS.
ALEXANDER THE GRKAT PRESENTING DIOGENES WITH A NEW RESIDENCE.
creepy things with bats and red-lire in .order to frighten a
young and beautiful maiden into some course of action about
which I am regretfully vague. Indeed, my chief complaint
against the whole affair is that it works up to a breathless
but empty climax, ill which I found myself too muddled
to understand what anybody was doing, or why. Perhaps
this was my own fault. For I can hardly believe that those
clever persons, Mrs. HUGH FRASER arid HUGH FRASER,
whose craft I have before now praised, would wilfully leave
me in such obscurity. Yet I read every word of the book.
Of these, by the way, there are rather less than one expects
of a novel, but quite enough to contain a good florin's
worth (the net price) of swashbuckling and mystery ;
indeed, somewhat less
advantage.
of the latter would, have been an
Mr. HICHENS in his new book is concerned with the eft'ect
that an ambitious wife may have upon an unambitious
husband. As is usual with him he is quite frankly occupied
with the sensational thrills to be obtained from his theme
and cares more for the excitement of some situation skilfully
contrived than for the human spontaneity of his characters.
He gives us, of course, some of the properties that he has used
before, and I recognise the mysterious Eastern musician
with his fascinated audience of European ladies, the fasliion-
necessities of a plot.
Alexander Pn/de, .17. I.,
B.Sc., Edin., of Mr.
CROCK KTT'K Sandy's
Love 'Affair (IluTciux-
SON), is a cocksure,
doughty Scot who comes
to London in these our
days to make his mark.
As to whether in so short
a time the conliil -nl
Sandy could attain high
eminence as a novelist
and also found, organise
and run to financial suc-
cess a parcel delivery
business with motor-van
service 1 leave to the j udg-
mentof workers in t hose-
two excellent trades. 15ut
Sandy is a droll. Ladies
throw themselves into
ponds for love of him,
and he insists on diving in and fishing them out ; strong men
mock him and he hurls them out of windows. There is
indeed a general air of unsubdued accomplishment about the
whole environment that put a heavy tax on my credulity.
I scarcely believed that little Alice MacComic, a gay and
pleasant enough young lady, should easily heat, apparently
playing level, the champion of Portrush G.G., and that too
with just a driver and a cleek ! Nor did I find cither her or
V.V. — Vivid Vivienne, the music-hall star and Sandy's be-
loved— quite as irresistible as alleged 2>assi»i. Most difficult
of all to believe was the gentleness of Mr. CROCKETT'S quite
astonishing gentlefolk. Indeed I fear that his ready skill
has betrayed him into just writing the first things that came
into his head. It must bj noted, fcr the avoidance of
epidemics, that V.V,, having been already twice this season
independently employed as a pc-t name, is no longer available-.
Fashions in Autumn Underclothing:.
"He \va.-i wourini; ;i neat suit of dsirk grey over a smart f.uvn dusl
coat." — Yorkshire Evening 1'resa.
From a testimonial in Golfiiuj : —
' The course hero is of a brittle, windy nature.
to 30 rounds with it, and it is still in sound condition.'
That's because he replaced the divots.
1 have played -J !
SEPTEMBER 17, 1913.] PUNCH, OR THE LONDON CHARIVARI.
2:39
both
CHARIVARIA.
UPON the occasion of her visit to the
Perthshire homo of Lord LANSDOWNE,
Her Majesty the QUEEN, it is said,
greatly admired the famous hedge there.
To Lord LANSDOWNE'S credit he has
never, in spite of its size, sat upon the
hedge. * +
Lord HALDANE'S expression of opinion
that fifty years hence the United States
would 1)0 the leading nation
materially and intellectually
has, wo hear, caused no little
offence over there. How-
ever, the fact that His Lord-
ship failed to notice that this
desirable consummation had
already been arrived at is
attributed to the shortness
of his visit. ...
••• ^ V
Statistics just published,
show that New York has
1,156 buildings of ten or
more storeys. Of these, 117
have more than 16 storeys,
and 9 have more than 30.
America, in fact, might be
called the Land of Tall
Storeys. * *
Mrs. PANKHURST is now
undergoing a rest cure in
France. We understand '
that she prefers this to
arrest cure in England.
* *
By the way, the author- .
ities at New York, which
city Mrs. PANKHURST pro-
poses to visit, are, it is
stated, undecided whether
to treat her as a fugitive
from justice or as an un-
desirable alien. It is pos-
sible that they will gallantly
allow her the choice.
* •:•
During the painters'
strike, we read, there was a stoppage of
work at St. Mary's Hospital. We are a
little bit doubtful as to what this means,
but presumably patients with relaxed
throats were unable to have them painted.
The imported policemen in Mid-
Cornwall have been boycotted, and
cannot buy cigarettes or be shaved.
We cannot help thinking that this is
foolish policy on the part of the strikers.
The policemen will be all the more fit
for not smoking cigarettes, and tho
lack of a shave will make them more
terrifying in appearance.
Stands Ireland where she did ? We
think so. A resident of Armagh, who
died tho other day, made his will
appointing executors, bnt omitting to
give any directions for tho disposal of
his property. * ^
*
Many motor omnibuses are now being
fitted with a patent guard to prevent
mud splashing on to tho pavements.
This unselfishness is more than credit-
able to the company concerned, for it
will now be unnecessary for such
pedestrians as wish to avoid being
splashed to travel by omnibus.
Suspicious Wife. "Now DO HUBBY CP, DEAR; WE MUSTN'T LOSE
SIGHT OP THE LUGGAGE. I DON'T MUCH CARE FOR THE LOOKS OF THAT
MAN."
A Highgate doctor was last week
robbed of a number of valuable silver
articles by a bogus patient. To the
fellow's credit, we understand, he left
untouched several bottles which were
labelled " Not to be taken."
* *
Miss ISABEL VALLE, of St. Louis,
whose engagement to Mr. J. H. NELSON
is announced, is declared by Mrs. W. K.
VANDERBILT and Mrs. ROBERT GOELET
to be the most beautiful girl in America.
She is also the heiress to a great
name of each station as the train
arrives," writes a correspondent, " why
is it necessary for the names to be
written up in the stations ? " This is
done, wo imagine, to enable passengers
to ascertain what the guard has shouted
out. * *
*
Mr. McAooo, chief magistrate of
New York, has issued warrants em-
powering the police to close any theatre
where disorderly resorts are shown on
the stage. The proprietors of the
theatres declare that this is
a case of McAdoo about
nothing. * *
Noticing the words " Tho
Insect Virgil " at the head-
ing of a review of a book
by JEAN HENBI FABRE,
Smith minor, who was
struggling with the dSneid,
remarked that the epithet
was not a bit too strong.
* *
*
Mr. RAYMOND ARTHDR
PRICE PIERPOINT has
founded a Courtesy League,
the members of which will
bow to statues. The mem-
bers may like to know that
there is one statue at least
in London which will return
the compliment. We refer
to the gentleman on horse-
back at Holborn Circus who
is raising his hat.
* *
A white Leghorn hen of
Harleston, Norfolk, The
Express informs its readers,
has laid two eggs of re-
markable size — one weigh-
ing 4J ozs., and the second
3f ozs. The enterprise of our
newspapers would seem to
know no limit. The Express,
we believe, has a special
correspondent in every fowl-
run in the country.
fortune,
frame.
A picture, in fact, in a gold
*.*
" Seeing that the guards on the
Central London Railway announce the
The following cautions appear in
the railway carriages on the South
Eastern and Chatham line : —
"DO NOT LEAN OUT OF THE WINDOW."
" NE FAS BE PENCHEB AU DEHOB8."
The GERMAN AMBASSADOR is said to
have drawn attention to the fact that
nobody seems to care what happens to
the heads of his countrymen.
* *
£
Threa mantelpieces are reported to
have been stolen from a house in
Lincoln's Inn Fields which is in the
hands of builders a-nd decorators, and
in future the men will be searched
before leaving.
210
PUNCH, OR TIIK LONDON ('I! AIM Y.\I!f. [SEPTEMBER 17, liil.l
AN EDITOR TO HIS LOCUM
(on rccciriiKj, ilitriiuj his holidays, a request for a copy
of verses).
YOUR welcome favour (so to speak)
That finds me set by Breton seas—
Where softest airs caress my cheek,
Tanned to the tone of coffee lees —
Proves, by its quaint request for rhyme,
The need of more imagination
To picture how I pass my time
In far, far better occupation.
O'er sea-blown sward and sandy dune,
Fretted by dimpling sapphire bays,
Through sweltering morns and eves that swoon
I Hog the little ball all ways ;
And by the cliff's elusive ledge,
Taking a line of desperate valour,
I skirt the perilous beetling edge
Where Bogie turns a deathly pallor.
At noon I bathe with all my might
In University costume ;
Down tbe long lane of sunset light
This manly process I resume;
And, when the day-hours have to die,
Night brings, amid her languorous balm, a
Sea-breath to lull me where I lie
At our " H6tel des Panoramas."
And you, my colleague (meaning well
And flatteringly, I like to think),
Urge me to snap the golden spell
And plunge myself in seas of ink !
Ehymes are the sport of sad-eyed care,
Akin to that of picking oakum!
How can I rhyme in this boon air?
Surely you see I can't, dear Locum '?
ADAM, from bowers of Eden banned
According to the primal curse,
And doomed to sweat of brow and hand,
May have assuaged his woe with verse ;
But, while he lodged in Paradise,
If asked for rhymes, he'd not have writ any,
Not on the Serpent's own advice;
Neither will I, on yours, in Brittany. O. S.
A CENSORIAL SYMPOSIUM.
THE action of the libraries in laying a semi-ban on certain
novels has drawn down on us a flood of criticism, comment
and suggestion. We print the following letters as perhaps
the most representative of enlightened public opinion : —
ANGEL FACES.
DEAR SIB, — The notion of banning books on the score of
morality is absurd and a sure sign of reaction. It is
impossible to define morality. Besides we have the positive
assurance of all the authors who have been banned that
their motives are moral and that they are entirely on the
side of the angels, and obviously they know best. Their
photographs prove it. Anything more cherubic than tbe
countenance of Mr. Max Abel, one of the victims, it would
be impossible to imagine. A man with such a name and
face is no more capable of leading people astray than
Mr. NOKMAN ANGELL or
Yours faithfully, SHORN AED BURR.
MEAT v. THE MILLENNIUM.
DKAK Sin, — Of all tho hooks which injure the community
none an; so dangerous as those which inculcate unsound
dietetic principles. The greatest offender of all was Dn K i :\s,
who habitually glorified indulgence in butcher's meat, plum
pudding, turkey and spirits. Under an enlightened Govern-
ment his works would bo all placed on an .Index K.cpurija-
loriiis and a ban laid on all writers who failed, in their
allusions to food, to insist on advocating a fruitarian or
vegetarian regimen. To attack novelists on the score of
morals is to get hold of the wrong end of the stick. When
men give up meat the Millennium will advance with Ieap3
and bounds.
I am, Sir, yours faithfully, EUSTACE SMILES.
THE EIGHT STUFF.
DEAR Sin, — If we are to boycott books, for Heaven's
sake let it be those which profess to help people instead of
teaching them to help themselves. What we want is men
of backbone and independence, not a race of doormats
and- molluscs. I have preached this doctrine in my volumes
Vim and Grit, Buck up, Britain, and have received
testimonials as to their value from Sir Prescott Knight,
the famous actor-manager, Archdeacon Tinkler, and Mr.
HARRY THAW, copies of which I enclose.
Yours faithfully, ERNEST BLATHERWICK.
P.S. — Can you suggest any means by which I could get
my books banned? I understand it has a marvellous
effect on their circulation.
A GOLFER'S GROWL.
DEAR SIR, — May I suggest, as the question' of restricting
the circulation of undesirable books has now assumed the
dimensions of a conflagration, that a limit should be
placed upon the number of treatises dealing with style
in golf. Personally I should be quite content that not
more than six should be allowed in circulation at the same
time. As matters now stand, the members of my family
alone possess eighteen volumes dealing with grip and stance,
with the result that in every instance their handicaps have
been raised. Faithfully yours,
The Nuggets, Colorado. BUNKER BROWN.
A' LABOUR LEADER'S LAMENT.
DEAR SIR, — The action of the Library Censorship is as
nothing compared with the tyranny of the National Union
of Journalists." A volume of essays of mine contributed to
various newspapers has been boycotted by them so per-
sistently that my royalties for the last year have dwindled
to £100. And yet we speak of. England as a free country.
Yours despondently, FLIMSY MACEONALD.
THE CURSE OF GJESA.R.
DEAR SIR, — Now that people are trying to put a stop
to rotten books, perhaps something will be done for us
schoolboys. They 've abolished that old blighter EUCLID
at my school, but CJESAH and XENOPHON are just as had,
and no one says a word against them in public. Do help us.
Yours truly, FOURTH FORM.
"Five Pups; mother between Bull Dog and Irish Terrier, father
between Boarhound and Retriever." — Gloucester Citizen.
We '11 have the one that looks most like a dachshund.
From a letter in The Cape Times : —
"As Stevens' manager, I am willing to match him against Sivcrs
any day for the best nurse offered."
The loser would really want the nurse.
PUNCH, Oil THE LONDON CHARIVARI.— SKI'TKMHKH 17, 1913.
'DEUTSCHLAND UEBER ALLES."
KING OF THE HELLENES. "OUR SUCCESS WAS, AS YOU KNOW, ENTIRELY DUE TO YOU."
GI.KMAN EMPEBOK. "THANKS, THANKS." (Aside) "I SUPPOSE HE CAN'T BE EEFEEEING
TO OUR ORGANISATION OF THE TURKISH ARMY."
HK.-TKMIIEB 17, 1913.] PUNCH, OR THE LONDON CHARIVARI. 243
AUTUMN MANCEUVRES-THE MOUNTED ORDERLY CORPS.
WE ABE GLAD TO LEARN THAT, IN VIEW OP THE SHORTAGE OP ABMY HORSES, THE AUTHORITIES ARE AT. LAST RISING TO TUB
OCCASION; SEE "FIELD SERVICE REGULATIONS," PART 1, PAH. 20: — "ORDERLIES . . . MAY BE MOUNTED ON ANIMALS."
GREAT FOOTBALL CONCILIATION
SCHEME.
PROPOSED CONFERENCE.
IN athletic circles the sole topic of
conversation is the proposal of Lord
Burnlaw to call a Conference for the
purpose of ending the long and distress-
ing antagonism between the Eugby
Union and Association games by con-
sent.
Briefly summarised, the proposals
which he submits as the basis of the
Conference amount to a compromise,
according to which running with the
ball and collaring will be allowed till
within a distance of sixty yards of the
goal on either side, while goals can
only be scored by kickmg into the net;
the shape of the ball to be rhomboidal,
and the game to be played in goloshes,
cricket pads and fencing masks.
Provincial, Scottish and Welsh opinion
as expressed in the messages of our
local correspondents shows that there
is little enthusiasm for the project.
SOUTH WALES. — Leading footballers
throughout the district regard Lord
Burnlaw's suggestion as wholly im-
practicable. His motives and sincerity
are not called in question, but it is
pointed out that the concessions
demanded of either side go far beyond
the limits of practical politics. The
Ovate Bards are solid in their adhesion
to the oval ball, and Professor Grif-
fiths of the South Wales University
declares that the rhomboidal form
advocated is incompatible with the
genius of Wales.
EVEBTON. — Lord Burnlaw's • pro-
posals are greeted with modified ap-
proval in the centre of the Toffee indus-
try. The concessions to the Association
game are admitted to be considerable,
but it is strongly held that League
finance would be imperilled by a com- i
promise. Alderman Badger is ofj
opinion that the risks of refereeing |
would be greatly increased. As matters
now stand, no referee can insure him-
self at ordinary rates.
LONDON. — Mr. Adrian Stoop, the j
famous Harlequin, refrains from criti- j
cising the scheme until he has seen a i
trial game played, but is of opinion
that it would be improved from the
spectacular point of view if the players
wore accordion-pleated shorts and usod
a small gas balloon instead of a ball.
DUBLIN. — The proposals are treated
with indifference in Gaelic athletic j
circles. If the proposed amalgamation
indicated any approximation to the
rules of Gaelic football, it would be
another matter. Mr. Kickham, a pro-
minent Sinn Fein leader, denounces
the scheme as a cowardly Sassenach
hybrid combining all the weaknesses of
two puerile pastimes long discarded
by the virile youth of Erin. Mr.
LAHKIN has also expressed his dis-
appointment.
SKIBO.- — Mr. Carnegie has addressed
a letter of sympathy to Lord Burnlaw,
expressing his entire approval of a
scheme calculated to mitigate the
brutality of a game which tends to
foster militarism and retard the advent
of international pcaco.
Another Forthcoming Apology.
" Mrs. Cavendish Bcntinck, who had kindly
consented to speak, was prevented from doing
so, and what might have been a dismal failure
turned out a very successful venture."
The Common Cause.
"Marie Hart, a school girl who turns tho
scale at fifteen stone, has been kidnapped from
her home at Galesburg, Illinois.
"It will pay you, when considering any-
thing electrical, to consult T. S , Electrical
Engineer and Contractor."
Burton Daily Mail.
This is hardly electrical enough. Had
sho turned tho scalo at twenty-five
stone wo should have consulted him.
I
"He was a native of Liverpool, but had
liver for many years in the Isle of Wight."
" Edmonton (Canada.) Journal.
Perhaps tho East coast is more bracing.
PUNCH, OR THE LONDON CHARIVARI. [SEPTEMBER 17, 1913.
THE DIVISION.
FOR the most part of the year I am
on excellent terms with myself, but
in the beginning of September there
always comes the split. There is some-
thing about the mere thought of walk-
ing up partridges which sets mo against
myself, puts me beside myself: you
have only to place me in a line of guns
at the bottom of a field of roots and
you have in the clothes and the body
of the one Me two separate individuals,
by no means friendly enough to be so
close to each other. The metaphysi-
cians call this a phenomenon, which
gives it an air of importance, and de-
scribe it as the divorce of Mind from
Matter, which adds the romantic touch.
With a word of sympathy for poor old
Matter, 1 leave it at that. If only
Mind would behave as becomes a
divorcee and go away al-
together it would be so
much easier all round. But
it stays to carp and criticize,
and this year the result has
been worse even than usual.
We— that is, I — took up
our place in the line and
the word was given to
advance. Immediately the
trouble" began. ' " Now
then," whispered Mind,
"are we ready, are we all
ready ? Come, come : it 's
no use carrying our gun on.
our shoulder ; we shan't be
able to find it when we
want it, and then, of course,
it will be too late. . . . And
it 's hopeless carrying it in
both hands. . . . H'st! No,
it 's nothing. All right, go ahead :
what are we waiting for? Do let's
go ahead . . . and don't let 's point our
gun down the line ; can't we sea the
line doesn't like being pointed at ? ...
For goodness' sake stop those fingers
clutching the stock nervously ; we
must have some of them standing by
to work the triggers."
" Very good, Sir," says Matter, mak-
ing a show of special alertness and
going through the movements. You
may be sure that if a bird had got up
at that particular moment all would
have been well, except with the bird.
But birds are wary, they don't get up
at particular moments.
"Now don't let's get thinking about
the next fellow's spats," continues Mind,
after an interval. " Anything may
happen at any moment and it 's a
thousand to one we shall be too late
for it when it does. We must kesp
our attention on what we are doing.
Hasn't that keeper got his eye on
us ? What do you suppose he '11 say
when . . . B-r-r-r-r! Hi! Look out!
Where 's our gun ? Where are the bally
triggers? . . . Stop, stop, stop, you
fool. This isn't a lark shoot. . . . Do,
for heaven's sake, let us put down the
gun and keep quiet."
" Beg pardon," says Matter, a little
upset, "but you'll note we didn't fire."
" Only because we had the thing on
' Safe,' " answers Mind angrily. " That 's
a clever way of going about things,
isn't it ? Do, do let us pull ourselves
together a bit. Suppose that had been
a 'partridge, how late should we have
been if we ever got off at all ? They 're
looking at us and beginning to wish
they hadn't . . . Well, well, WELL ! '
Matter looks round hurriedly. " Why,
what 's doing? Birds? Five of them,
my goodness, and no one plugging at
them. Someone 's not doing his duty.
Can it be ourselves ? What we ought
PASTIMES OP THE GREAT.
AN AVIATOR CULTIVATING SANQFROW UNDER ADVERSE CONDITIONS
IN VIEW OP THE NEW DEVELOPMENT IN UPSIDE-DOWN FLYING.
to be doing now is getting the gun up
to the right shoulder, stretching the left
arm well forward, slightly advancing
the left foot and getting on to the
victim. But we're not doing it, you
know. We're just standing still and
watching. I wonder why ? "
Mind, if it can be conceived, shrugs
its shoulders and sniffs in disgust.
" Well, it 's too late now," it says, " and
I suppose we 're done for. If we are
paralysed, then we are paralysed and
there 's no more to be said about it.
All I 'm thinking is that it was a pity
to go and spend three pounds on a
game licence for a paralytic. . . . Sup-
pose we might as well finish the walk
and enjoy the scenery till we are warned
off. Personally, I think we are just
about the worst rotter that ever . . .
Another covey ahead, you observe ; but
I suppose it 's no use my suggesting
that we loose off at them ? "
" I 'd do anything to oblige you if
only we could stop all this hammering
and noise inside us," splutters Matter
incoherently. " Why can't wo put up
our gun just like anybody else and
have a . . .? What the dickens was
that ? Someone shooting within a foot
of our ear. . . . Bless my soul if it
wasn't ourselves. Well, I never ! What
about that, Mind? Pretty bright of
us, wasn't it? — I mean, we did make a
noise, at any rats, didn't we ? "
" We weren't much more than half-
an-hour late," comments Mind with
bitter sarcasm.
Matter takes a deep breath and throws
the chest out. " Next time," it says
very firmly, " wo-are-not-going-to-be-
late. You just wait and see."
" What 's the use of talking like
that?" says Mind. "You know as well
as I. do that we are hopelessly incom-
petent."
" Next time," repeats Matter, even
more firmly, "next time wo-are-not . . ."
" What 's the use of talk-
ing at all ? " says Mind,
pointing to a disappearing
bird.
" Sorry," says Matter, and
shoots.
" Oh, my goodness,"
groans Mind. " All we 've
got to do is to watch, and
when we see a partridge
that 's big enough to be a
real partridge . . ."
" Next time," interrupts
Matter, " we are NOT going
to be late. I 'm not listening
to you ; I 'in concentrated
elsewhere."
"Well, you'd better
listen," goes on Mind,
" when I 'm telling you how
to do it. We 've got to
face the others some time, so we must
try, at any rate, mustn't we? It's
simple enough, isn't it? Then why
not do it, and, if we are going to do it,
why not do 'it at once? Why waste
time thinking about it? ... Here,
what on earth are we going to do now ? "
" Shoot," says Matter, and shoots.
" Now we have gone and done it,"
says Mind.
" Ay," says Matter, " I told you we
weren't going to be late this time."
"We 're early, you juggins," says Mind.
" Early ? " asks Matter, feeling a sud-
den dread. " But only a second at the
most. And, after all, it is a dead "un."
"Too dead," says Mind, "much too
dead. And it isn't a matter of seconds
but weeks."
Matter now feels an intense longing
to be dead itself. " You don't say
we 've gone and killed a ..."
" Hen pheasant, you fool," snaps
Mind angrily, as others approach to
join in the discussion upon the Early
Bird and the Worm that shot it.
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215
SWALLOWS.
THE train lias loft the hills behind
And South we're Hying fast,
"Clack — Clack, alack," tho pistons
grind,
" That Summer cannot last,
That holidays are passed ; "
And on the humming wires that flow
Between the posts that Hit,
Regardless of the G. P. 0.
Assembling swallows sit.
They sit, the signal and the sign
Oi days of done delight,
I sea them all along the line
A-busking them for iliglit,
Indecent black-and-white ;
And, " Oh," I cry, " you dapper dears,
The leaf and I are brown,
So you are going to Algiers
And I am going to Town.
" On Afric's strand you '11 meet the
sun,
But I, when fogs are mirk,
Shall walk along the London one
And only meet my work,
Which mightily doth irk ; "
And still the engine's dirge endures —
"Alack, alack, alack,"
Because they 're going to the Moors,
And I am coming back.
HOLES AND " BEASTLY HOLES."
["Tho golf crazo has been greater this
autumn than in any previous year. Nobody
is quite safe from tho fever. It seizes those
who mocked at it, and pays no respect to sex
or age. As a rule, a holiday resort might as
well dispense with food and water as with a
golf course."
London Letter, "British Weekly."]
IT should now be possible for resorts
of the smallest attraction, even if they
have never before been considered in
the light of holiday centres, to draw
the custom of visitors. All that has to
be done is to set up a golf course, and,
when the more celebrated links become
overcrowded, as they must soon do, the
opportunity of the new bidders for
custom will come.
SINKCHESTER. — The water supply has
been cut off since May, and water can
now only be obtained by carrying it in
buckets a distance of three miles. This
fact, and not the coal dust with which
the atmosphere of our town is laden,
accounts for the blackened faces of the
thousands of golfers whom our famous
links continue to attract into our midst.
So great is the demand for rooms
and so over-taxed the accommodation
that hundreds of well-known players
are content to sleep in tho pit workings.
ISLAND OF DULL, N.B. — Owing to
scanty food the hundreds of visitors
now here have to content themselves
with the spoonful of oats daily, which
(Club steps during Juiavy sUou-er.)
Brown (wlio lias just returned from his holidays, to Robinson about to leave for his). "An,
THIS IS WHAT WE ALL WANT. THREE OE FOUR WEEKS OF STEADY KAIN WILL BRIGHTEN
THINGS UP A LOTl "
is all the Provost can now allow. It is
feared that even this quantity may have
to be curtailed owing to the continued
influx of visitors. Play for the Autumn
Vase begins to-morrow, when, if not
too faint, two hundred and fifty-three
couples hope to go out.
SMELSOME, LINCS. — The season is
now in full swing. Thousands of
visitors may be seen daily threading
their difficult way through the dense
chemical fumes to the links. A large
sale is being done among the smart and
well-dressed throng with a neat form
of nostril stopper, which may be carried
by the caddie when not in use. 1,631
visitors arrived this morning; one left.
MOULDHAM. — Throngs of disting-
uished persons continue to pour out. of
our two railway stations intent upon
our famous links. When not playing,
visitors spend their time visiting the
tram terminus, the " site for four
houses " in Pip-pip Street, the windows
of Mr. Cooz's new ready-to-wear tailor-
ing establishment in Market Street, etc.
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PUNCH, OR THE LONDO^ CHARIVARI. [SEPTEMBER 17, 1913.
THE RALEIGH TOUCH.
' want her husband's sealed orders. All
right? Good. (To Lady Felicia) Ah,
_ i -i it'.. • - ., f i>i siit /I T^I-MI »*n n.l
TA hint of what is in store for visitors to
Drury Lano, where the groat autumn melo-
drama, Sealed Orders, by CK.CII. U.M.KKMI and
HKNKY HAMILTON, is now on view.]
Scene 27.—^ West-end gambling hell.
Lady Felicia Gaveston is playing
cards with somebody u-hoss name I
have forgotten,
Lord Jones (or whoever it is). Well,
vhat are the stakes this time, dear
tidy V
Lady Felicia (recklessly). Five thou-
sand pounds. [They play.
Lord Jones (suddenly). Snap!
Lady Felicia. Bother! Let's see,
Jiat's five thousand I owe you. Just
one more. [They play again.
Lord Jones. > . ^ Snap!
Lady Felicia. J v •
Lord Jones. I said it first. That
nakos ten thousand. Let me have
a cheque in the morning. [Exit.
Huron Kurdmann (the Something
A mbassador) . I am afraid you have lost,
dear lady ?
Lady Felicia. Oh, Baron, what shall I
do? My husband, Admiral Lord Hugh
Gaveston, G.C.B., will be so annoyed.
He's so fussy about little things like
this. I suppose you couldn't lend me
ten thousand pounds till — er — till — till
I pay you hack '?
Kurdmann (aside). Admiral Lord
Hugh Gaveston, G.C.B. ! The man to
whom the sealed orders will be sent to-
morrow ! If my country could only get
possession of them before war breaks
out • (To Lady Felicia) Alas, I have
only three-and-ninepence on me, dear
lady ; but my friend, Gaston Fournal,
might help you. There he is. Shall I
ask him ?
Lady Felicia. Do.
Kurdmann (impressively to Fournal).
Listen ! Is my moustache on straight ?
Fournal (surprised). Fairly. Why ?
Kurdmann. Every now and then it
seems to be slipping to one side. How-
ever, that wasn't what I wanted to
speak to you about. (Sinking his -voice)
Our time has come. Lady Felicia
wants to borrow ten thousand pounds.
What with my moustache and my
foreign accent and one thing and
another, it 's fairly obvious that I am
the villain of the play. Now you got
cheered by the gallery in the First Act,
and you havealittledaughtereight years
old. Nobody would suspect you. .
• Fournal. But that was twenty years
ago. She 's twenty-three now.
Kurdmann. Well, anyhow, you 're
popular. The man who steals the dia-
monds in the First Act to keep his little
daughter from starving is always popu-
lar. Now, can 1 leave it to you '! She
wants ten thousand pounds and we
lILMlui VJV*-"- V V 1
dear lady, this is my friend Fournal.
Perhaps he will help you. [Exit.
Lady Felicia (eagerly). It's only
ten thousand. I'll pay you back-
er— some time.
Fournal (impressively). Lady Felicia,
I will give you the money on one con-
dition; which is, that you seal your
husband's stealed— I mean that you
steal your husband's sealed orders.
Lady Felicia (indignantly). Betray
my country? Never. (Hear, hear.)
Fournal. You don't understand. The
fact is (lying) I am writing a melodrama
for Drury Lane and I want to see what
sealed orders look like. That 's all.
Lady Felicia. Oh, well, if you
promise ... I don't know . . . per-
haps ....
Enter her brother, Lieutenant Wil-
loughhy, E.N., known in aquatic
circles as Breezy Bill.
Breezy Bill (out of sheer breezinsss).
Yo-heave-ho. Top-hole. What? (To
the rest of the cast) Look here, every-
body, we 're giving a ball on our ship
to-night. Of course you '11 all come ?
Everybody. Rather!
CURTAIN.
Scene 45.— The battleship. A ball is
in progress.
The Rt. Hon. Ronald Caversham (to
Admiral Lord Hugh). Here are the
sealed orders. If you lose them, Eng-
land is destroyed. [Exit Ca.verab.am.
Lord Hugh. Eight. I '11 put them
in my safe. (Does so.) Nobody would
think of looking for them there.
Enter Lady Felicia.
Lady Felica. Hugh, my diamonds
are in your safe. May I have the key ?
Lord Hugh. Certainly, dear. Let
me have it back. [Exit.
Lady Felicia (opening the safe). The
sealed orders ! (Sfic takes them.) Now
I can pay my " Snap " debts. [Exit.
Enter. Lord Hugh. He goes to
the safe.
Lord Hugh. Help ! The sealed orders
have been stolen. Stop the music !
[The band stops, and lie rushes on
deck and addresses the guests.
Lord Hugh. Ladies and gentlemen,'
the sealed orders have been stolen.
I propose to search the thousand or so
odd people on board. I shall begin
with — 31- — who shall I begin with ?
The Prompter. Lieut. Willoughby.
Lord Hugh (slightly nettled). I shall
begin with Lieut. Willoughby.
Breezy Bill (to Lady Felicia). Oh
lord! I've just remembered something.
Lady Felicia. What ?
Breezy Bill. Why, that letter of
Baron Kurdmann's that you showed
me, asking you to meet him at the Zoo
next Thursday. It's in my pocket. If
your husband read it you would be
seriously compromised.
Lady Felicia (anxiously). Can't you
eat it ?
Breezy Bill. He writes on such stiff
paper. (Tliouyhtjidly) I might dmcn
it.
Lord Hugh. Well, Lieut. Willoughby,
I am waiting for you to turn out your
pockets.
Breezy Bill. Never, Sir!
Lord Hugh (annoyed). Arrest that
man!
Breezy Bill. Wait a moment.
[He climbs to the top of the mast and
dives into the s '.a.
CURTAIN.
Scene 119. On an Airship.
Ruth Fournal. Father, I wish you 'd
explain what we're doing here.
Fournal. Wait a moment, do jr.
(Looking over the side) Are there any
boy-scouts hanging on behind ?
'Ruth. I can't see any. Why?
Fournal. They 're always popular on
the stage, and I thought perhaps one
of them was saving England or some-
thing. Ah, now we're rising better.
What were you saying, dear?
Ruth. I said, why are we here, and
why did you give me the sealed orders,
and why
Fournal. Well, Mr. ARTHUR COLLINS
insisted on an airship this year, and
somebody had to go in it. Of course
I 'in escaping with the sealed orders,
and vou — well, you 're the heroine, and
Lieut. Willoughby is going to rescue
you from the waves in the next scene,
and — er — this is my new chauffeur
who 's driving the thing. That 's all.
[A searchlight plays upon his face.
Chauffeur. Blimy, it 's 'im\
Fournal. The navy has seen us, but
their guns can't reach us. We —
Well, my man, what is it ?
Chattffeur (politely). I think we have
met before. Do you remember stealing
some diamonds in the First Act?
Fournal (alarmsd). N-n-n-n-n-no.
Chauffeur. Oh yes, you do. And J
got twenty years for it. (Annoyed)
Beast !
Fournal (nervously). Here, go away.
[The chauffeur leaps at him and they
plunge over the side together.
C. M. HALLABD (below the stage
level). Steady; you got your foot in rnj
eye that time.
CLIFTON ALDERKON. Awfully sorry
It went all right at the dress rehearsal
[A gun is heard, and the airship
collapses and falls into the sea.
Ruth. Help!
CURTAIN.
Epilogue.
CECIL RALEIGH. M'yes. I don1
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247
think that quite does it justice. (Lights
yigarette.)
'Mi. Still, it gives the idea.
\I:Y HAMILTON (plaintively).
You 'vo gone and left out ail the funny
[Sits doicn.
MK (surprised). Sorry; I thought
d put it in.
lli:sii\' ][.IMII.T(>\. I mean tlio
:ous palmist and the beauty
specialist and all that.
Mi: (coldly). Oh, I see.
/;. H.ILI-:HIH (reproachfully). You
you were thrilled and excited by
i'ship scene and the burglary in
'irst Act. (Crowes to xyplwn.)
\\Vien't you?
Mi':. Rather — awfully.
7/;;.vflV HAMILTON (stirring his
. And you sayjiothing about the
Oh, that was splendid.
/. 11. -a, I-:KI n. So you really did
enjoy your evening '?
JI!K. Most certainly I did.
//, BALEIQH. \ (toijfther).
A KTHua COLLINS. [ Then that 's
HI:\KY HAMILTON.} all right.
A. A. M.
AT THE PLAY.
THE ST. JAMES THEATRE.
EVERYBODY knows the story of the
little girl who complained that " one
poor lion hadn't got any Christian ; "
I can remember how I laughed — (" Ha,
ha ! ") — when I heard it. There is
another good story of Daniel in the
lions' den, not quite so well known ;
to the effect that when the King came
to see Daniel in the morning and
asked him how he had got on, Daniel
answered that he had been a little
troubled by lions; to which the King
replied indignantly, "Then you must
have brought them with you." There
are also current some excellent jokes
about cannibals and missionaries, one
of the most popular being the retort of
the cannibal that, even if he wasn't a
Christian, at any rate he had Christian
blood in his veins. As I said above,
" Ha, ha ! " For a joke about anything
so serious as death or religion begins
to be funny even before one tells it ;
in the same way that the entrance of
the Vicar's fox-terrier into church starts
one giggling long before it joins its
master in the pulpit.
Mr. SHAW is quite funny in Androcles
and the Lion, but if he had any purpose
other than this I did not see it. Certain
passages in the play seemed to indicate
a view that the early Christian martyrs
were not necessarily brave or good,
but merely proud. At least they died.
Personally, I am quite sure that I
should not have died . . and I have
(viewing his pet production). " YOU'VE 'AD QUASSIA CHIPS, FERTILIZER, BONE-
DUST, BOOT, AND THAT '& THE BEST YOU CAN DO 1 AFTEB THIS SOU CAN TAKE YOUR CHANCE
WITH THE BEST! "
a horrid feeling that if the Bernardus
Shavius of the day had, before entering
the arena himself, tried to persuade me
that I was really the braver man and
the better Christian of the two, I should
not have believed him.
Mr. 0. P. HEGGIE was remarkably
good as Androcles, and Mr. EDWABD
SILLWABD was a delightful lion. They
had a particularly funny turn with the
Emperor (perfectly played by Mr. LEON
QUARTEBMAINE) in the last scene, which
might have well been encored. This
reminds me that Mr. SHAW has just
announced again that he does not like
the audience to indulge in rude laughter
at his plays. I am sorry, but on this
occasion 1 simply could not help it. If
Mr. SHAW were to sit in front of me in
church with his tie under his left ear I
should always giggle.
Androcles and the Lion is preceded
by The Harlequinade, "contrived- by;
DION CLAYTON CALTHBOP and GBAN-
VILLE BABKEB." This was charming,
but just not charming enough. With
such a good idea to work upon, and
with such pleasant people as Mr.
ABTHUB WHITBY and Miss CATHLEEN
NESBIT to sit in front of the curtain
and 'explain what was happening, the
authors should have cast a greater spell
over the audience. Perhaps the others
were completely enthralled ; I can only
speak for myself. I wanted to be
entirely captivated, and I was not.
None the less The Harlequinade is very
well worth seeing as an original enter-
tainment, whimsical and pretty, and
well acted by (among others) Mr. NIGEL
PLAYFAIB the Clown, and Mr. DONALD
CALTHROP, the Harlequin. M.
248 PUNCH, OK THE LONDON CHARIVARI. [SEPTEMBER 17, 1913.
AGAINST THE WIND.
WITH THE WIND.
DlSASTBOUS INFLUENCE OP THE SEA-BBEEZES ON THE MODERN " NUT " COIFFUB.E. RECENTLY WITNESSED BY OUR ARTIST AT A
POPULAR WATERING-PLACE.
THE DEGENERATE.
(.4 tale of the Duke of WESTMINSTER'S
£100,000 fund.)
IT is befitting, is it not,
That I should tell you frankly what
Temptations of the baser sort
Beset the devotees of Sport?
Our hero, Herbert Henry Smith,
Was born with muscles, wind and pith
Enough to win the foremost place
With ease in any cycle race.
One object from his boyhood up
Fulfilled his soul — to hunt the cup,
And all the prizes which be won
(No idler he who rode for fun)
He 'd realise, invest and lend
And flourish oji the dividend.
Such was the man, as you 'd expect,
Collectors hastened to collect.
Collecting sportsmen is a line
In which the most expert combine
Discernment, wits, persistence, dash,
With readiness to part with cash.
The early bird, who has in view
The worm it means to cotton to,
Must not rely for its success
Entirely on its earliness,
But, bluffing boldly once or twice,
Must ultimately pay the price
The victim asks for. Wily worms
Negotiate for stillish terms.
Was Herbert hired, then ? Not at all ;
He was no low professional.
" I scorn," said he, " all sordid sums ;
But posts in Sports Emporiums,
Remunerative sinecures
Which keep men rich but amateurs,
I might consider. Verb. sap. sat."
He let the matter stand at that,
Nor later asked what money's worth
Was spent in getting him a berth . . .
And thus we find him at IIH prime
The leading sportsman of his time,
Secure, by his own competence,
In independent affluence.
Who could foresee for such a blend
Of perfect parts so bad an end ?
So hard a bargain did he drive
And with such subtlety contrive
The business side of his affair,
That friends remarked, " You have
the flair
For commerce in your soul, my lad,
If anybody ever had ! "
A little pleased, himself, the fool
Began to find his office stool
A pleasant hobby. Bit by bit
He grew, alas, so fond of it
That more than hobby it became,
And stern ambition's nobler aim,
To concentrate upon the pot,
No more inspired him, was forgot.
Unseen, but strong, temptations lurk
As some for Drink, so he for Work
Conceived an overwhelming lust,
And left his bicycle to rust 1
A word of sympathy is due
For all those minor heroes who
Subscribed to put him on the Track
But never got a penny back.
Pride of Body.
From a cinematograph poster: —
"THE BLACK SNAKE
3000 FEET LONG
(Exclusive)."
So should we be.
" Hayati once had a job as a court-jest;
under Abdul Dammit."
East London Dispatch.
In fact, that was bis first official jokf
Unfortunately ABDUL HAMID iieve
really appreciated it.
" The most important was a sis round coi
test between Seaman Gaiman and Stoki
Greenwood. . . . The match ended in a \vi
for Garwood on paint.;." — Ceylon Observer,
The referee seems to have hedged in
very cowardly way.
PUNCH, OE THE LONDON CHARIVARI.— SEPTEMBER 17, 1913.
' •
A DANGEROUS GAME.
MR. PUNCH. " WHAT ARE YOU UP TO THERE ? "
CHORUS OP IERESPONSIBLES. "WE WANT TO GET AT THE CROWN AND PLAY PARTY
POLITICS WITH IT."
MR. PUNCH. "YOU TAKE MY ADVICE AND MOVE ALONG, OR THERE'LL BE TROUBLE."
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The Youth (just returned from his holiday). "On, I 'M A GREAT BELIEVER is HOLIDAYS. ONE COMES BACK so FIT. BEAEI
CLEAB, APPEARANCE IMPROVED AND ALTOGETHER MORE WIDE-AWAKE."
The Maid. "AND WHEN SHALL YOU TAKE YOUR HOLIDAY?"
THE DESCRIPTIVE THEATRE
PROGRAMME.
Mn. PUNCH cannot help feeling that
the efforts of the serious school towards
the Brightening of British Drama would
be materially assisted if the depression
induced hy some of the more popular
forms of production were dissipated hy
means of a descriptive programme,
similar to that in use at concerts. He
respectfully submits a sample of what
he proposes, applied to a drawing-room
comedy obsessed by an actor-manager
with melodramatic tendencies : — •
ACT I.
The play opens with a short prelude
of minor characters, during which the
main themo-is stealthily introduced.
Some light fluting is interspersed with
a few heavy notes, which gradually
assume the predominance. The motif
is touched upon, and a few incidental
explanations furnished.
This practically comprises the First
Act (or movement) ; but a climax is
provided hy a gradual agitato of all the
subordinate parts, whose tonic value
we now perceive to be at the point of
fullest expression, and the whole move-
ment culminates (with a swift series of
arpeggios) in the entrance of the actor-
manager. The minor embellishments
at once fade away as the actor-manager
momentarily strikes the dominant. The
curtain falls. The main theme is not
developed.
ACT II.
This Act is full of movement and
force. The dominant is resumed at the
outset and never relinquished. The
actor-manager takes up the burden of
the heavy notes suggested at the be-
ginning of Act I., and interpolates them
into the main theme, which is now.
fully developed. He also imputes the
motif with some vigour.
The strain is temporarily relaxed in
favour of some warblings of a lighter
character, there being no departure
from traditional technique in this
respect. Almost immediately, how-
ever, the main theme is again resumed
by the actor-manager, who, working
infinite variations upon it, leads it up
to a strident climax full of subtle sug-
gestion for the Third Act, the harmonic
minors meanwhile providing a muted
under-movement suitably subservient to
the principal melody.
ACT III.
This opens with a brief chorale for
mechanical instruments, an interlude
which is quickly succeeded by a stormy
scena, the sinister character of which
finds the actor-manager quite at his
best. There follows a long and tender
passage, very sweet and contagious,
which the actor-manager sustains on a
lofty note to the running accompani-
ment of the principal lady. Interwoven
with this is the main theme, and from
it is gradually evolved the grand finale,
heralded by the universal entrance of
all the parts.
The grand finale, which is very
effectively interrupted by a fine aria
for the actor-manager, gathers together
all the threads of the main theme,
explains the motif, and finally resolves
itself into an assortment of cumulative
duets, on which the play closes.
" I hopo that the gentlemen who worked so
hard last season to put the League in working
order will not be downhearted, but will have
another try, and will keep in mind the old
story of King Alfred and the spider."
Catholic Herald.
We prefer the story of how BRUCE let
the bannock burn. [Joke. — ED.]
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PUNCH, OR THE LONDON CHARIVARI. [SEPTEMBER 17, 1913.
CONCERNING WILLIAM SMITH.
I LIKE William Smith. I do not
know him but I like him. "What is
more extraordinary perhaps is that he
evidently knows me intimately and
loves me. Romantic attachments are
rare nowadays.
I met William in this way. On
opening my letters one morning I saw
at the head of a letter an engraving of
a noble, if side -whiskered, face. It
impressed me at once as that of a
kindly, thoughtful gentleman, and I
began to read his letter with interest.
It ran —
MY DEAR SIR, — As a fellow-
sufferer from that intensely
painful complaint, lumbago, I
have pleasure in calling your
attention to the William Smith
Lumbago Discovery.
Then came a page describing
William's agonizing attack of
lumbago in Yucatan (which
brought tears to my eyes), and
an account of the miraculous
herb with which a Mexican
cacique cured him. William,
with great and considerate kind-
ness, offered me the complete
course of lumbago cure at half-
price — one guinea. He very
thoughtfully enclosed a stamped,
addressed envelope (with de-
tachable stamp) for my reply.
I should have answered at
once but for three reasons — I
hate writing letters, the detach-
able stamp became detached, and
I have never had lumbago.
So William's stamp vanished
into the maw of the Post Office
and I regret to say I forgot
William.
But William did not forget
me. Side-whiskers and fidelity
go together. A month later I
opened a letter and found William
staring at me. I feared he had written
about the little matter of the stamp,
but I did not know the lofty-minded
William. This time he was more inti-
mate. He began — •
DEAR MR. JONES, — From the de-
scription you give of your symptoms
I have no doubt that you are suffer-
ing from lumbago of an aggravated
type.
Then came a little more about Yuca-
tan (William, like many other men, is a
little lengthy in describing his travels),
an offer to send me the complete course
at half-price— fifteen shillings now —
and another stamped envelope.
I used my dear friend's stamp, and
then, such is the ingratitude of man-
kind, I forgot him.
Just a month afterwards who should
turn up but dear old William again.
"This time," I thought, "I have hurt
the dear fellow. He will surely say
something about that envelope."
Did he ? Ah, how I misjudged him.
His letter ran —
MY DEAR MR. JONES, — Lumbago is
frequently the forerunner of Bright's
disease and diabetes. It means pain,
collapse, prostration, DEATH. There is
only one hope for the sufferer. (Here
Wiiliam once more wandered to Yuca-
tan.) Consider your wife and family.
Save yourself while there is time. I
will send my great Lumbago Discovery
post paid for 10s. 6d. — half-price.
Would you believe that William
Smith never replied ? I did think he
would at least have sent a wreath, or
a few stamped envelopes for the widow.
Perhaps he was too overcome to write.
And now that I am defunct (officially)
I have a strange longing to meet
William in the flesh. Suppose some day
I see that thoughtful, side-whiskered
face in the Tube I shall certainly intro-
duce myself. Not, of course, as Jones.
I shall whisper in his ear, "Are you
William Smith?" When he says,
" Yes, dear me, I ought to know you ;
your face is quite familiar," I shall
reply, " William, I am the Mexican
cacique from Yucatan. Do you
happen to have any of your ex-
cellent stamped envelopes about
you?"
Modern Potato Culture.
"I once got a circular from a
man. who grew potatoes containing
his photograph, and, I think, an auto-
biography."— Musical Standard.
We have a giant gooseberry
that reminds us of Mr. CHESTER-
TON, but that is not quite the
same thing.
["Pocket-clipper — can bo used for the beard or hair at back
of neck." — From a catalogue. ,]
PORTRAIT OP GENTLEMAN USING POCKET-CLIPPEE 10 TEIM
BEARD AT BACK OF NECK.
A correspondent writing to
Amateur Gardening on his forth-
coming flower show, says : —
" I like to set up cut flowers in
twenty-four kinds, but find it difficult
to get that number in anything like
good condition. I prefer good peren-
nials for cutting, but animals are
allowed."
Answer. Trim your canary and
send him up.
He did not enclose a stamped enve-
lope. I feared my friend had begun to
doubt me. What was I to do ? Either
I must send 10s. 6d., and I have a
constitutional objection to parting with
•money, or else I must relieve William's
agonizing anxiety about me. It seemed
to me best to end the matter. Better
one sharp shock than corroding care.
So I wrote —
MY DEAR MR. SMITH, — You will, I
am sure, be grieved to hear that your
old friend, Mr. Jones, expired in agonies
of lumbago this morning. His last
words were, " William Smith — Yucatan
— half-price." I know that this will
be a bitter blow to you. Still you
have this consolation : you warned him
faithfully of his danger.
Believe me, his sorrowing widow,
EMMA JONES.
" The Bishop is unmarried, and
has four brothers and two sisters.
His brothers are ... as widely ex-
tended as a Colonel of the Royal
Berkshire Regiment, at Morut, India ;
a Vicar in Monmouthshire ; the
Rector of Standerton, and a barrister at
Johannesburg." — Sydney Church Standard.
The stoutness of Monmouthshire vicars
is of course proverbial.
"MR. H. D. PARKY-MITCHELL has had
erected a handsome clock on the turret of
Merevale Church, with dials facing two ways.
This is not only an ornamental addition to
the exterior of the edifice, but will bo f»imd
to be very useful to people wishing to know
the time." — Atherstone News.
A most ingenious idea of Mr. PARRY-
MITCHELL'S.
"Between lunch and dinner take another
tumbler of water cold. Take a glass of cold
water half an hour after lunch, half an hour
after tea, half an hour after dinner, and
before going to bod at night. Never drink
between meals." — Woman's Life.
One seems to be doing nothing else.
SSI'TKMBKB 17, 1913.] PUNCH,
OR
THE LONDON CHARIVARI.
253
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WMTH.
First Boy (returning from Sunday-scliool). " GOING TO HAVE MY HAIB CUT is HEBE TO-MORBOW."
Second Boy. "WHY DON'T YOUR MOTHER COT IT FOB YOU?"
First Boy. "ME LET A WOMAN CUT MY HAIB? No FEAB! LOOK WHAT HAPPENED TO SAMSON!"
EXIT.
[In Mr. HKNBY ABTHUB JONES'S new play,
to be produced at the Playhouse, the room in
which the scene is set throughout is provided
with only one door.]
WHERE are the dear traditions of my
youtli
That raised the worst concocted play
Above the things of every day ?
Exterminated, in the name of Truth.
The villain who ejaculated " Ha ! "
Gnawed his moustache and snarled
and smiled ;
The f^old&ii-haired, confiding child
Who said his prayers and saved his
dear Mamma — •
These and a many more were my
delight ;
And, when an icon-smashing age
Ordained that they must quit the
stage,
My soul sustained an almost fatal blight.
And now the last attraction is no rnoi'e ;
The colourless, anaamic hordes
Who tread our "realistic" boards
Must come and vanish by a single door !
Gone is the agony that thrills and
numbs.
How shall the heroine be drugged
If in a trice she can't be lugged
Into concealment ere the hero comes ?
Gone, too, those comic scenes that split
our sides,
In which Lothario meets his doom
As library and dining-room
Disgorge together both his would-be
brides. _.t •
One thing remains ere we prepare the
pall
To drape the drama, now effete :
Let 's make reality complete
By adding on the fourth and'final wall.
The Yorkshire Evening Post on
Doncaster Week : —
" One firm alone, as the writer can state on
authority, are in the habit of selling 60,000
tons of Butter Scotch during the four days."
Assuming a crowd of 300,000 on each
day and all of them eating butter
scotch bought from this particular
firm — a moving spectacle — there would
be an allowance of 112 Ibs. of butter
scotch per head, or rather per inside.
It sounds almost too much.
A PROFESSIONAL COMPLIMENT.
I WAS very diffident about calling in
the doctor in the first place. Simply
because four-pence is being deducted,
much against my wish, from my salary
every week, it someho\v seemed scarcely
fair to expect him to devote all the
resources of his skill and training to
the business of making me well.
Still it had to be done, and when he
came to visit me in an expensive motor
car, and made a prolonged examination
of me with the minutest care, I felt still
more keenly that my fourpence a week
did not justify it. As some salve to
conscience, I determined to give him
the least trouble possible, and so I
carried out all his instructions to the
letter, took my medicine punctually,
and, indeed, did everything in iny
power to make his task light.
At last it was over. " I hope, doctor,
I haven't been too much of a nuisance
to you," I said apologetically to him
at his last visit.
" My dear fellow," he exclaimed
brightly, " you 've been positively an
ideal patient ! Why, you really deserve
to be ill 1 "
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PUNCH, OR THE LONDON CHARIVARI. [SEPTEMBER 17, 1913.
'
THE CHILDREN'S GYMKHANA.
IT was the man in the white suit who organised the
Children's Gymkhana for us, as he organised nearly every-
thing else that helped to make pleasant our stay m the
Swiss valley. The project, once started, leapt and bounded
towards success. There were no subscriptions. - Nobody
went round with a list and offered to make you" a Nice-
President for twenty francs or a member of the General
Committee for ten francs, or a full member of the Associa-
tion for five francs. Indeed, there was neither General
Committee nor Association. The man in the white suit
waved his wand, invited a friend or two to luncheon, and,
lo, the Children's Gymkhana sprang into vigorous existence.
Of course it was understood that there were to he prizes -
prizes for both sexes and all ages of childhood liberally
interpreted to include boys and girls of fiftesn. When once
this great fact of prizes had been grasped a tremendous
excitement began to seethe throughout the valley, and all
sorts of possible competitors set to work 'to train and
practise. There was a sensible diminution in* the" receipts
of the tea-shop. For several days cakes of all sorts lay-
under a dreadful ban. Cakes with cream in them were held
up to special execration as being "bad for the wind." An
incautious Swiss roll might easily take an inch or two off
your high jump, and " three-eyed "Dick " (our pet name for
an agreeable sort of jam biscuit) would .bj sure to rum any-
body's chance for the girls' three-legged raco. No sterner
exhibition of the true athletic spirit has ever bean ssen.
At last the great, the wished-for day arrived in a gor-
geous panoply cf sunshine, and the nations began to gather
together on 'the field of prowess. There were English
children, American children, French children, Dutch child-
ren, Russian children, German children, Belgian children,
a Babal of conflicting tongues and diversified animation, -all
held together and reduced to order by the man in the white
suit and his select band of stewards. A jollier or a more
eager crowd could not be met anywhere — this at least was
the opinion of the proud and anxious parents who sat round
the course in various positions of vantage and shouted
polyglot encouragements to their young braves. Dimitri
and Etienne, the sturdy sons of a Colonel in the TSAR'S
body-guard, were there ; there, too, were Edgar, Arthur and
Lewis, fresh-faced representatives of British boyhood, and
John aged six and Billy aged five, who were to compete in
the race (eighty yards' handicap) for children over five and
under ten, and who now were eyeing one another with a
jealous interest, each computing the athletic points of his
sturdy rival. There were two Peggies and two Betties.
Nancy and Bosie and Joyce and Helen had entered for
most events. Nancy and Eosie are poetesses in their off
moments, but now they were thinking of their feet rather
than their rhymes, and indeed showed a most stubborn and
pedestrian determination to excel in bodily effort. And,
finally, there was our little French friend, " The Blob."
" The Blob " is a great character, a very round and sturdy
little boy of twelve, in shorts and stockings. His'face is
plump and smiling, his body is thick-set, his legs are those
of a conqueror. Good nature and friendliness shine from
him as light shines from the sun, and his temper is imper-
turbable. His real name is Le Poix, but, when first he
arrived at the tennis courts seeking a game, somebody, see-
ing him, said, " Who 's that funny little jolly blob of a
fellow ? " and the name, taken up by the English boys,
whose sworn friend he has become, stuck to him. Now it
is, "Blob, will you make up a four?" or "Blob, will you
lend me your racket ? " and the little sportsman has accepted
liis name comfortably and without a shadow of protes1
lie too, as I say, was there to defend the honour of hi
nation and to show what clan really means. His efforts i1
the high jump were magnificent. He looked like a fool
ball flung gloriously at the bar — which, by the way, wa
a string weighted with a tennis ball at either end. " Th
Blob" did his be4, but a tall youngster of fourteen frorr
Haileybury proved too much for him and everybody else.
Splendid, too, was the race for girls over ten and undo
twelve. They got away to a capital start, but soon strun
out. They tore round the course, their hair streaming i
the wind, so many comets unpredicted , by. KEPLKK o
HALLEY, until at last the Peggy comet gleamed to the
front in a panting spurt and won the desperate race. Othe
encounters, too, there were, and, for diversion, we had
three-legged race and an egg-and-spoon race. Never weri
beheld such complicated lalls as the thros-legged rao
provided. It is a marvel that any limbs survived unbroken
The two poetesses, securely bound together and thunder!
along like two young Clydesdales turned out to grass, cam
through their shattered rivals and carried off the doub
prize. As for the egg-and-spoon race, I need only say tha
the eggs were mercifully made of chalk. Otherwise th
course must have been converted into an omelette a I'hcrb
a Gargantuan omelette fifty yards long by ten wide !
All this time the organiser of victory, the CABNOT in tl
white suit, was, as it seemed, in every part of the fiel(
planning, ordering and executing with a busy vigour ths
assured success. And near the middle of the course, at
table, sat a kind lady having at her feet a large box con
taining the prizes. These she allotted as the sports wen
on, selecting for each event the particular prize which si
thought would be most acceptable to the winners. Thu
every winner was delighted when at last the distrihutio
came. Indeed it seemed to be a magic box, inexhaustib
in appropriate prizes, so that, when all the firsts and seconc
had been satisfied, there still remained consolation prizr
for nearly all the rest. We wound up a memorable cosm<
politan day with cheers for everybody, including three
the best for the man in the white suit. E. C. L.
SPEYSIDE.
A LAND full of the lilt of running streams,
The Highland scents of peat and whin and fir,
The crested hills like giants in their dreams,
The light airs, heather-sweetened as of myrrh,
The golden sunshine flashing out in gleams
And all the clouds astir.
A place where many things may dwell and hide :-
The little Brownies, timorous of the din
Of mortal men ; dead reiver-folk who ride
Abroad o' nights ; a kelpie at the lynn ;
Witches and warlocks — ay, and more beside,
May find a howff herein.
A land where faery fancies have their wills —
A gallant land besides, where you and I,
Calling a truce with books and briefs and bills,
Tarry a space to cast the luring fly,
Or walk in wariness upon the hills
That small red birds may die.
The Temptation.
"Grocer's Porter: wanted a strict T.T., who will bo liberj
treated." — Freeman's Journal.
SEFTK.MUKB 17, 1913.' I'l'NCH, OR TIIK LONDON CHARIVARI.
255
NeigJi'jour. "AND HOW'S YEB GUID MAN THIS MOKXIX', MRS. TAMSOX?" Mrs. Tamson. "HE DEED LAST KICHT."
Neighbour. " I 'M BEAL BOBBY TO HEAB, THAT. YE'LL NO BEMEMBEB IF HE HAPPENED TO SAY OXYTHING ABOOT A roi o* GBEES
PAINT BEFMIE HE SLIPPET AWA ? "
HIGHER TRAINING FOR
BUSINESS.
UNDER this heading The Daily
Ti'lcyraph discusses the scheme of a
well-known emporium for a course of
special education, with scholarships,
for shop-assistants. Heartily approving
the idea, we give below some suggested
points from the examination papers,
MATHEMATICAL.
(1) If one woman takes 2J hours to
match one piece of silk, how long will
six men take to buy twelve ties ?
(2) From two shillings subtract " one
eleven three " giving the answer in
terms of (a) actual money ; (b) customer-
traction.
(3) State the rules of reduction.
How can an article whose usual price
is 5s. be reduced to 6s. 3d. ?
LITERARY AND HISTORICAL.
(1) Explain, with speaker and context
; The remnant of an army."
" A sale, a sale, we are saved ! "
(2) With what famous events is the
Paris Louvre associated in your mind ?
At what period was the custom of
presenting toy balloons first instituted ?
(3) Write a short essay on " Counter-
irritants."
GENERAL.
A customer enters a shop at 11.15 to
buy a packet of pins, and leaven at
12.30 having purchased a sable 3oat.
Trace her progress (with diagram if
necessary).
ONCE UPON A TIME.
ADVANCE.
ONCE upon a time there was a little
boy who asked his father if NERO was
a bad man.
" Thoroughly bad," said his father.
Once upon a time, many years later,
there was another little boy who asked
his father if NERO was a bad man.
" I don't know that one would
exactly say that," replied his father;
" but he certainly had his less felicitous
moments."
"Car No. 1073 after colliding with the
Maha Mudaliyar's car went against a lamp
post smashing it and also the lamp. The
Maha Mudaliyar, who was in his car at the
time, escaped with a slight thanking."
The Ceylonesf.
" Not at all," said the Maha. " Any
time you're passing."
A PASSIONATE PROTEST.
DEAR SIR, — When I heard that The
Daily Mirror had started a Woman's
Olympic Games Fund, I naturally con-
cluded it was for the use of competitors
of my own sex. As soon as I realised
the money was to be spent in training
our natural enemies, my indignation
was equalled only by my scorn.
From experience in militant en-
counters, I have found that men are
quite muscular enough, and, while I
have strength to lift my voice or my
pen, women's wages shall never go to
bolster men's biceps.
No, Sir, the whole proposition
smacks (to use an appropriate expres-
sion) of sheer insolence. On the other
hand, if you choose to show sufficient
foresight as to open a fund, yourself,
to train young Englishmen to darn
their socks, make their beds and sweep
their cigarette ash off their mothers'
carpets, I shall be pleased not only to
contribute myself, but to arrange for a
collecting-box to be placed in the lobby
of my club.
Yours faithfully,
SPINSTER
(and proud of it).
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PUNCH, OR THE LONDON CHARIVARI. [SEPTKMP™ 17, 1913.
THE DIFFICULTIES OF BEING
A MOTHER.
WHI-.N Eustace ami Adeline came to
us, ii^'cd throo mouths and very weak
on their legs, they cost seventeen-
and-sixpence, with a shilling extra for
packing, and we thought them very
dear at the price. That is a year ago.
Now Adeline is an older and a sadder
duck.
It happened this way. When the
shiny days came of the opening year,
Adeline mado up her mind to have a
family. Sho took to absenting herself
mysteriously, and one day we found
six greeny eggs in quite a nice place.
The six became eight, and the eight
ten, and the ten twelve, and we began
to ask anxiously whether Adeline didn't
consider it any part of her duty to sit
on them. When she had made it
thirteen, for luck, she made it clear
that she didn't, by becoming quite
regular for meals again ; so we took
away her eggs and gave them to a
broody hen. The broody hen had the
tomato-house to herself for three weeks
and five days, during which she never
moved except when we moved her to
see how the eggs were getting on, and
on the sixth day in the fourth week,
towards evening, she was rather sud-
denly found to be sharing it with nine
active ducklings, who didn't surprise
her in the least. But what was our
heroine doing all this time ? Well, if
you must know, our heroine had started
all over again on another family, in a
new place. I suppose she took a dislike
to the first lot, or to the first place, or
something. At least, those were the
theories. But Eustace or somebody
must have told her that she had
left out the most important part, for
this time she took her job much more
seriously. She only came off ft once a
day, at five o'clock precisely, and then
we always thought she would choke
herself, because all the time she ate she
fairly screamed with self-importance
and anxiety to be off, or 1 suppose I
should say to be on. I should also tell
you that she had stopped at six this
time ; I suppose Eustace had suggested
moderation.
And now for purposes of clearness I
shall have to speak of Family Number
Two and Family Number One. Even
then it is as complicated as a novel by
ARNOLD BENNETT. For one morning,
at breakfast time, at the end of the
third week and the fifth day, Adeline
came paddling down the river with a
perfect little flotilla, all asking if break-
fast was ready. It wasn't quite perfect,
though, because there were only five
in the squadron, and as there was
nothing but cast-off egg-shells in the
nest she must have lost one on tho
way down to breakfast. The armada
suffered another loss directly after break-
fast. It happened like this: obeying
her instinct to take her family to the
finest possible pastures, she set off down
the river ever so far, and when she
came back she had only four. I think
she must have noticed something this
time, because Eustace was sent off in
a great hurry downstream, and he
didn't come back until the evening, but
he hadn't found anything.
And now, reader, we must go hack a
little and see for a moment what Family
Number One is doing. (You remember
— the nine.) It is being sat upon by
its foster-mother. But what is this ?
How unaccountably has it dwindled !
Yes, they all lived for a week, and then,
whether it was that with years of dis-
cretion came questioning doubts as to
whether the broody hen really was their
mother or whether their house wasn't
so good for little ducks as it was for
little tomatoes, one by one they took to
dying, quite regularly, one a day, almost
as though someone had told them the
story of the nigger-boys. On the day
before the Second Family's arrival,
Adeline's First Family was down to two.
And she had never seen it ! From her
subsequent conduct I imagine, if she had
seen it, she would have regarded the
whole thing as a great mistake. She
would have taken the line that she
didn't ever mean that first lot to be a
family, because she had thought of a
better one.
It is time to say that this is going to
be a tragedy. It is going to have a
Eecognition scene, just like EURIPIDES,
and then it is going to end in the most
complete and utter tragedy. But before
that comes there is going to be one
happy scene, so you may read a little
further. Adeline's Second Family
arrived on a Saturday, and the next
day was a Sunday — the first of the real
shiny Sundays. You should have seen
her with that Second Family ! Eustace
took himself off for the whole day ;
I suppose he felt he had done as much
the day before as could be reasonably
expected of him. She was as happy
with the four of them and as pleased
with herself as though four was the
perfect number and she had taken great
pains to trim it down to four. She
dived, and the four dived, she went
ashore and cleaned herself, and the four
went ashore and cleaned themselves,
and then she sat and just looked at
them in the sunshine while they chased
the water-spiders who were enjoying
their own little day. We prepared the
scene of confrontation. There were two
ducklings of her own flesh and blood,
swimming about, in spite of their three
weeks in the tomato house. But, bless
you, Adeline gave one look at the bank,
where a great clucking was coming
from, and decided that it was no wonder
mother like that had such hideous
little children. She wouldn't have
anything to do with them. The recog-
nition scene had been a failure.
All that day we said at intervals to one
another that if their life was going to
bo a short one it had been merry
anyhow. The next morning they were
still four. They ate their breakfast as
usual. In the evening three little
bodies were high-and-dry in some thick
scum where the fish-net is, and Adeline
was looking surprised to have only one.
I suppose she had obeyed those instincts
of hers again and taken her family to a
perfectly splendid pasture which had
choked three of them. I don't think
she noticed anything seriously wrong
until the next morning. Eustace (who
had turned up again, looking not quite
sober), and she and it were taking
breakfast together. Now I must intro-
duce you to Jack Hearue. There is
nothing irrelevant in this ; he is not the
Middlesex bowler; he is a heron, and
that is his proper name in this county.
Before this fatal Tuesday I should have
introduced him to you as a tame heron.
Now it is impossible. For Jack Hearne,
walking past on the way to his own
breakfast, finished off Adeline's Second
Family at a mouthful. We think, we
like to think, it was a mistake on his
part. Herons will act so rashly. But
that doesn't bring back Adeline's
Second Family. She finished her
breakfast and turned round and dis-
tinctly noticed it had gone. Her grief
is terrible. We don't think she would
have noticed anything wrong if Jack
Hearne had left her with her one. But
now she sits all day on the river-hank
and refuses to be comforted.
You will notice that this is an almost
perfect tragedy because there is tho
element of hope left at the end. For-
tinbras and Horatio, of her First Family,
still live. Will she ever recognise them,
or will she go on mistaking them for
chickens, until, taking heart, she begins
her own task of motherhood all over
again ? We do not know ; we only
know that we do not any longer think
seventeen-and-sixpence too dear for a
pair of healthy ducklings raised success-
fully to the age of three months, even
with the addition of a shilling extra for
packing.
The Latest Continental Flight.
" Sunday. Morning service at Crcwthwaite.
Canon Rawnslcy kindly pilots us to Shelley's
grave." — British Weekly.
And they got hack from Borne in time
for the evening service.
SEPTEMBER 17, 1913.] PUNCH, OH TIIK LONDON CIIARIVAU.
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INTENSIVE CULTURE.
Scientific Chicken Farmer. "YES, YOU WEBB BIGHT. THE PILTEBED AND ICED WATEB, THE ELECTRIC FANS AND THE HOT-WATEB
PIPE PKRCHES DIDN'T SEEM TO TOUCH 'EM ; THE FBENCH COOKING, THE GBAMOPHONE DUBINO MEALS, AND THE CINEMA on WET DAYS
LEFT 'EM COLD; BUT BY GEOBGE, OLD MAN, THE HENS DO APPRECIATE THAT MOVING STAIRCASE. SINCE ITS INSTALLATION THE EGO
OUTPUT HAS INCREASED 90 PEB CENT."
OUR BOOKING-OFFICE.
(By Mr. Punch's Staff of Learned Clerks.)
WHAT I chiefly felt about With Drums Unmuffled (MILLS
AND BOON) was that it was the work of an author with a
considerable gift of expression, much charm of manner, and
(hero at least) insufficient matter upon which to employ it.
Ij. A. BUHGKSS gives upon the title-page no indication of
sex, but I will make a bold shot for it that the writer is
feminine. Her title itsslf — at first somewhat obscure — has
reference to the military practice of marching back from a
funeral to the accompaniment of some lively tune. There
is indeed a pleasantly service atmosphere about the whole of
i ho simple tale, which concerns the life and mild loves of a
group of persons stationed at Gibraltar. There are two
heroines, the young army nurse who tells the stoiy, and
Hunan Pickle, the country-bred nursery-maid of Major
Traccy's little daughter. Each has her romance, that of
the former running so uneventfully smooth a course that
the author has been forced to fret it with quite the thinnest
and most artificial misunderstanding that I ever remember.
Hasan's is a different affair ; she is indeed far the most
clearly individualised character in the book, and her devotion
to the unworthy cad whom she loves is told with a sympathy
that makes me expect considerable things from L. A.
BURGESS in the future. For the present, however, she has
written just a mildly pleasant tale, one that may be gently
enjoyed both by those familiar with the life it describes and
, those to whom it is strange — the former for choice.
Mr. NEVINSON'S Essays in Rebellion (NISBET) are con-
cerned with all manner of vital things that divide serious
folk, from war to the hunger of the poor. It is a gallant
little book such as might be expected from one who has
taken his life in his hands in sundry quixotries of the last
twenty odd years. There are two keynotes. One from
GOETHE : " For myself, I am happy enough. Joy comes
streaming in upon me from every side. Only, for others,
I am not happy." The other is contained in the parable of
" The Catfish," which serves as the first of the essays. Now
the catfish used to be put in the tanks of the East Coast
fishing boats in order that his lively and stimulating activi-
ties should keep the cod in health, which else were observed
to fall torpid and arrive for market flabby and unwholesome.
Mr. NEVINSON is an excellent catfish, a genuine rebel radical
with opinions cut to no mere party pattern. He pours out
a fine scorn on the complacent type that welcomes rebellion
— after the successful event. For himself he is content to
be champion of all unpopular causes, of all subject peoples.
This very consistency of his attitude is a defect of his
generous qualities. He sees life too symmetrically, as a
matter of sheep and goats in their divided pens. For in-
stance : " Do the people call the tune of peace or war ?
Not at all. The ruling classes both call the tune and pocket
the pay." Whatever of truth is here needs qualification.
Mr. NEVINSON never qualifies. He knows enough of war
to hat3 it and has hope of some modification of present
insanities along the lines of Mr. ANGELL'S well-known thesis.
" It will become either civil war — the most terrible but the
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PUNCH, OR THE LONDON CHAEIVAPJ. [SEPTEMBER 17, 1913.
finest kind of war because some principle of the highest
value must be at stake before civil war can arise — or it will
become a combined war between the classes of various
countries between whom there is a feeling of sympathy and
common interest." And this sentence involves a good deal
of what is most characteristic in the thought of this latter-
day rebel. There are many good things in this book, grave
and gay. It is really a compliment to the author to note
that the grave are the more effective. Most of all I would
commend " The Heroine," some extremely apposite thoughts
concerning FLORENCE NIGHTINGALE, to those who have the
temperamental hatred of new things.
"The most dreadful and baffling of all the unsolved
murder mysteries in English criminal annals," of which
The Lodger (METHUEN) is said to suggest a solution, is, I
take it, the performance of the once notorious but now
almost forgotten JACK THE HIPPER. Had the learned author
thought of her ingenious explanation at the time, no doubt
she would have expressed it in a letter to the Press ; and
some would have said it was
probably right, others that it
was certainly wrong, while
all would have abused the
Police for not thinking of it,
and no one would have
known how much truth was
in it, except JACK himself.
But correspondence on the
subject being now closed,
there was nothing for it but
to revive the mystery in a
fictitious parallel and to solve
that. I wish the author had
set about her business in this
order, instead of bursting
out with the solution in the
first chapters and leaving
the mystery to state itself
subsequently. Myself, I am
always ready to take part
in a really good murder,
but I have too much re-
spect for crime to see it
treated thus off-hand and by the way ; and when the
dastardly deed is being repeated at regular intervals
throughout the book, I am more than reluctant to con-
centrate upon the private feelings of Mrs. Bunting, or
any other lodging-house keeper, or upon the homely
romance of the detective who should have been wholly
occupied in tracking down the miscreant. Had Daisy been
a victim I would gladly have assisted in her matrimonial
affairs; but she was never within a mile of it. Instead,
she merely gets in the way, and, every time there is a
sudden loud knock at the lodging-house door, it is only her
tiresome lover come for a purpose no more sinister than 'to
pay his irrelevant respects. I was not allowed to be present
at any of the murders ; I was not even introduced to one of
the murdered; how then can I be expected to say a kind
word for a murderer who was not suspected or arrested and
did not cause anyone else to be suspected or arrested in his
stead ? I regret to have to add that the author who has so
trifled with my affection for the gruesome is no other than
my admired Mrs. BELLOC-LOWNDES.
And sailed straight into a lurid squall
Of mutinous oaths and musket-ball —
You know the type ? Whenever, I say,
A story of this kind comes my way
All else is abandoned, and down I sit
And then and there I am on to it.
People, period, place of the quest
The author may settle as he thinks best,
But, whatsoever the form it take,
One proviso I always make — •
The find, when the questers do unearth it,
211 list be something that 's really worth it.
And that 's where HAMILTON DEUMMOND'S tale,
Winds of God (PAUL), seems to fail.
It 's told with charm ; there are thrills enough ;
The heroine 's tender, the hero tough ;
The brave ship's company lacks no brawn ;
Most of their number are deftly drawn,
But the paltry sum that they fetch away 's
A scandalous slur on the good
old days.
UNRECORDED ACTS OF KINDNESS.
JULIUS CESAR ALLEVIATES THE SUFFERINGS OF A WOUNDED
SOLDIER BY READING HIS COMMENTARIES TO HIM.
Whenever I read of a quest for gold —
The kind that happened in days of old,
When someone, finding a cryptic clue,
Chartered a ship with a cut-throat crew,
Humbly I bow the knee to
Mr. EDEN PHILLPOTTS ; at
last I throw up the sponge
and confess that, although
he seems to find no difficulty
in writing fresh tales about
Dartmoor, I am on my beam
ends to avoid repetition in
criticising them. Fifteen
short stories are contained
in The Old Time Before Them
(MURRAY), and with such
ease does Mr. PHILLPOTTS
tell them, that it would not
surprise me in the least to
hear that he has several
reserve fifteens ready to appear in the field. The tales are
put into the mouth of Johnny Rowland, landlord of " The
Plume of Feathers," who was both a publican and a bit of
a sinner. For although Johnny's own beverage was " dry
ginger," he practised various amusing devices to induce his
customers to settle down to bibulous evenings. The Old
Time Before Them neither harms nor improves its author's
reputation, and doubtless it will provide a fund of amuse-
ment for those who are not weary of the shrewd sayings
and rather grim humour of the Dartmoor natives.
Good
Fifteen thousand!
Lord ! Why, I 'm
Paid nearly that for this
trifling rhyme 1
"The Terriers' team won the toss, and elected to bat first, and thi
Reserves, captained by Ssrgeant Favvsitt, won the toss and elected t<
bat first."- — Orpinyton Times.
Sergeant Fawsitt. Heads it is. Wo '11 go in.
Terrier Captain (indignantly). I distinctly heard you sa;
tails. (Left arguing.)
"Altogether he obtained four G's and nineteen 4's, and his onl
mistake was when 52 Humphreys missed him in the deep field."
Glasgow Herald.
The luncheon interval sometimes has this eS'ect. Thoug'
it may have seemed like fifty-two HUMPHREYS to th
reporter, it was actually only one.
SEPTEMBER 24, 1913.] PUNCH, OR THE LONDON CHARIVARI.
259
s
Nervous Assistant [to purchaser of grand piano). "CAN WE SEND IT FOB you?"
CHARIVARIA.
THE visit of British M.P.'s to Aus-
tralia does not appear to be arousing
a great deal of enthusiasm there.
According to lieuter's despatch from
Sydney, " The British parliamentary
visitors were accorded a civil reception
at Newcastle." We fancy they expected
something more than this.
* ••':•
*
At the Russian Olympic meeting at
Kieff the prize for the high jump was
won by Mile. POPOVA. With superb
reticence \ve make no comment.
The POET LAUREATE is said to be
writing a poem on the approaching
royal wedding. The fact that " Fife "
rhymes so easily with " wife " renders
the task more simple than usual.
" Sir Herbert Tree," says The Daily
Sketch, " is not what we would call a
superstitious man. He has no mascot,
for instance, like Mr. Cyril Maude."
Possibly, however, he has one like a
Teddy Bear? „. *
*
Professor DICKSON, in an address
delivered at the meeting of the British
Association, expressed the view that
our food supply may only last for three
centuries more. May we, in the cir-
cumstances, beg all little boys to be as
sparing as possible in their diet?
$ $
Suffragettes damaged the bowling-
green of the South Croydon Club last
week by burning the words " Votes for
Women " into the turf. The rumour
that this has produced many converts
among the members lacks confirmation.
The Durban correspondent of The
Standard tells us that the performance
of " ismet " by Mr. OSCAR ASCHE'S com-
pany there has bean causing trouble.
It is obviously not O.K.
* *
" A Householder " writes us a word in
favour of the cinematograph. For the
second time in his life, he says, he has
had to carry a drunken and struggling
cook out of his house. On the first
occasion, which happened about ten
years ago, a huge and excited crowd
collected. Last week, however, the
incident attracted little attention,
passers-by merely imagining that a
cinematograph rehearsal of L'Enlere-
mcnt d'Helene was taking place.
* *
Garters with flap pockets have, \ve
read, been invented by an American
hosiery manufacturer to aid women in
carrying jewellery or money. We
understand that, so long as slit skirts
are the vogue, pick-pockets will not
lodge a protest against this new con-
trivance. -r: *
' *
The Rev. BOYD MORISON, of Darling-
ton, pleads for more comfort in churches,
and suggests that the seating accom-
modation might be made more luxuri-
ous. Uncomfortable seats undoubtedly
account for much of the insomnia from
which many church-goers suffer during
the sermon.
The Daily Express is taking the lead
in the campaign against sensational
head-lines. Consider, for instanc ;, the
following paragraph in a recent issue : —
" M. Coulon, who lives at Montlucon, wears
a beard which is three yards thirty inches
long."
Our contemporary heads this quite
simply " Five foot beard."
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THE ORDER OF THE BATH.
" WE must really do something about
the bath," said Celia.
" We must," I agreed.
At present what we do is this.
Punctually at six-thirty or nine or
whenever it is, Celia goes in to make
herself clean and beautiful for the new
day, while I amuse myself with a razor.
After a quarter-of-an-hour or so she
gives a whistle to imply that the bath-
room is now vacant, and I give another
one to indicate that I have only cut
myself once. I then go hopefully in
and find that the bath is half-full of
water; whereupon I go back to my
room and engage in Dr. HUGH DE
SKLINCOURT'S physical exercises for the
middle-aged. After these are over I
take another look at the bath, discover
that it is now three-eighths full, and
return to my room and busy myself with
Dr. ARCHIBALD MARSHALL'S mental
drill for busy men. By the time I
have committed three Odes of HORACE
to memory, it may bo low tide or it
may not ; if not,' 1 sit on the edge of
the bath with the daily paper and read
about the latest strike — my mind occu-
pied equally with wondering when the
water is going out and when' the 'bus-
men are. And the thought that Celia
is now in the dining-room eating more
than her. share of the toast does not
console me in the least.
" Yes," I said, " it 's absurd to go on
like this. You had better' see about it
to-day, Celia."
" I don't think — I mean, I think —
you know, it |s really your turn to do
something for the bath-room."
" What do you mean, my turn ?
Didn't I buy the glass shelves for it?
You'd never even heard of glass
shelves."
" Well, who put them up after they 'd
been lying about for a month ? " said
Celia. " I did."
" And who bumped his head .against
them the next day '? I did."
" Yes, but that wasn't really a useful
thing to do. It 's your turn to be useful."
" Celia, this is mutiny. All house-
hold matters are supposed to be looked
after by you. I do the brain-work ; I
earn the money ; I cannot be bothered
with these little domestic worries. I
have said so before."
" I sort of thought you had."
You know, I am afraid that is true.
We are, indeed, often having these
little arguments as to whose turn it is
to be useful. We had one about Jane's
insurance card. Celia got it in the end,
but only after I had been very firm
about it.
" After all," she said, " the drinks are
in your department."
"Hock, perhaps," I said; "soapy
water, no. There is a difference."
" Not very much," said Celia.
By the end of another week I was
getting seriously alarmed. I began to
fear that unless I watched it very care-
fully I should be improving myself too
much.
" While the water was running out
this morning," I said to Celia, as I
started my breakfast just about lunch-
time, " I got Paradise Lost off by heart
and made five hundred and ninety-six
revolutions with the back paws. And
then I had to shave myself again.
What a life for a busy man ! "
" I don't know if you know that it's
no —
" Begin again," I said.
" that it's no good waiting for
the last inch or two to go out by itself.
Because it won't. You have to — to
lioosli it out."
" I do. And I sit on the taps looking
like a full moon and try to draw it out.
But it's" no good. We had a neap tide
to-day and 1 had to hoosh four inches.
Jolly."
Celia gave a sigh of resignation.
" All right," she said, " I'll go to the
plumber to-day."
" Not the plumber," I begged. "On
the contrary. The plumber is the man
who's/ops the leaks. What we really
want is an unplumber."
We fell into silence again.
" But how silly we are ! " cried Celia
suddenly. "Of course!"
'." What 's the matter now ? "
" The bath is the landlord's business !
Write and tell him."
" But— but what shall I say ? " Some-
how I knew Celia would put it on to
me. .
" Why, just — say. When you 're pay-
ing the rent, you know."
"I— I see."
I retired to the library and thought
it out. I hate writing business letters.
The result is a mixture of formality and
chattiness which seems to me all wrong.
My first letter to the landlord went
like this : —
" DBAH SIB, — I enclose cheque in
payment of last quarter's rent. Our
bath won't run out properly. Yours
faithfully."
It is difficult to say just what is
wrong with that letter, and yet it
is obvious that something has hap-
pened to it. It isn't right. I tried
again.
"DEAR SIR, — Enclosed please find
cheque in payment of enclosed account.
I must ask you either to enlarge the exit
to our bath or to supply an emergency
door. At present my morning and
evening baths are in serious danger of
clashing. Yours faithfully."
My third attempt had more sting in
it :— -
" DJOAR Sin, — Unless you do some-
thing to our bath I cannot send vou a
cheque in payment of enclosed account.
Otherwise I would have. Yours faith-
fully."
At this point I whistled to Celia and
laid the letters before her.
" You see what it is," I said. " I 'm
not quits getting the note."
" But you 're so abrupt," she said.
"You must remember that this is all
coming quite as a surprise to him. You
want to lead up to it more gradually."
" Ah, perhaps you 're right. Lat 's try
again."
I tried again, with this result —
" DEAR Si;:, — In sending you a cheque
in payment of last quarter's rent I feel
I must tell you how comfortable wo
are here. The only inconvenience —
and it is indeed a trifling one, dear
Sir — which we have experienced is in
connection with the bath-room. Ele-
gantly appointed and spacious as this
room is, commodious as we find the
actual bath itself, yet we feel that in
the matter of the waste-pipe the high
standard of efficiency so discernible
elsewhere is sadly lacking. Were I
alone I should not complain ; but un-
fortunately there are two of us ; and,
for the second one, the weariness of
waiting while the waters of the lirsk
bath exude drop by drop is almost
more than can be borne. I speak with
knowledge, for it is I who —
I tore the letter up and turned to
Celia.
"I'm a -fool," I said. "I've just
thought of something which will save
me all this rotten business every
morning."
" I 'm so glad. What is it '? "
" Why, of course — in future 7 will
go to the bath first."
And I do. It is a ridiculously simple
solution, and I. cannot think why it
never occurred to me before.
A. A. M.
Entertaining made easy.
" AT AN EXTREMELY Low FIGURE.
SPLENDID FACILITIES FOR ENTERTAINING.
One of the most entertaining Adam Mansions
in the West End for Sale."
Advt. in " TJie Morning Post."
"In view of the surplus of £20,000 shown
in the municipal accounts, the 2,000 citizens
of Klingenberg, Germany, were not only
absolved of all taxation for the year, but
were each presented with £20 from the town
treasury." — Tit-Bits.
The Town Clerk is now adding tip the
figures again. He has a sort of feeling,
that a mistake has been made, and that!
the treasury has been too hasty.
PUNCH, OR THE LONDON CHARIVARI.— SEPTEMBER 24, 1913.
LLJ
II1",. UNDER ENTlllE
SAVING HER FACE.
TURKEY. " SOREY, MADAM, I COULDN'T OBLIGE YOU BY RETIRING."
EUROPA (with great dignity). " NOT AT ALL. YOU MAY REMEMBER THAT AT THE VERY
START I STRONGLY INSISTED ON THE STATUS QUO."
SEPTEMHKII 24, 1913.]
Oil TIIK LONDON CHARIVARI.
203
X .__r-
THE REWARD OF VALOUR.
(After a day's sea-fishing.)
Mother. "I DON'T THINK WE WANT TO KEEP MORE THAN ONE on TWO, CHILDREN?"
Tom. "HAVE THAT ONE, MUMMY — HAVE THAT ONE — HE STRUGGLED MOST."
IN SELF-DEFENCE.
GREAT VIOLINIST SFEAKS OUT.
(Special.)
THE prominence attached to a recent
account of Signor CARUSO'S activities as
an agriculturalist has elicited a digni-
fied and striking letter of protest from
Mr. Boldero - Bamborough (formerly
Baniberger), the famous violinist, who
has recently incorporated his father-in-
law's name with his own and slightly
modified the latter by deed poll. "1
see it stated," observes Mr. Boldero-
Bamborougb, " that CABUSO is the pos-
sessor of several large estates in
Tuscany, including twenty farms at
Bellosguardo ; that he is building an
art gallery in the eighteenth-century
style to house his collection of statuary,
and that another of his country houses
is surrounded by sixteen farms, each
containing a piano.
" The obvious inference to be drawn
from this statement is that such
prosperity is exceptional in a musician.
This is nothing leas than a slur upon the
noble profession to which I am proud
to belong. Loath as I am to obtrude
my personal affairs on the public — not
only from my own ingrained aversion
from advertisement but in view of the
fastidious self-suppression of my wife,
nfe Polyxena Boldero, and my father-
in-law, Sir Pompey Boldero, F.R.S.L.
— I have no choice but to make known
the following facts :—
" My property includes an estate of
5,000 square miles in New Guinea, a
rubber plantation in the Solomon
Islands, a mine in Alaska, an elephant
ranche in Central India, a deer forest
in Sutherlandshire, a tobacco farm in
Tipperary, and fifty farms in Norfolk.
The management of the latter I keep
under my own supervision, the pro-
duce including thousands of tons of
tomatoes, turkeys, Bombay ducks,
milk from the cocoa-nut plantations,
broad beans from the Broads and
many thousands of gallons of goose-
berry wine. I think it only right to
add that not only is there a cottage
piano on every labourer's holding, but
that every cow-byre is fitted with a
pianola and every pig-sty with a
gramophone.
" At my residence, Bamborough
Towers, near Thetford, there are three
butlers, fourteen footmen, thirty-six
best bedrooms, and twenty bathrooms.
" My silver swimming-bath measures
ninety by fifteen yards.
" My press-cutting room, which is
decorated with porphyry columns, with
a ceiling painted by SIGISMUND GOETZE,
is the largest in the world. My press-
cutter is an M.A. and Litt.D.
" I feel it necessary to repeat, though
it is most painful to me to do so, that
my father-in-law is Sir Pompey Boldero,
F.E.S.L., whose name is a household
word in the most fashionable salons
of Mayfair.
" It remains to be added that I am the
only violinist of world-wide, distinction
who is the father of triplets (Orpheus,
Beethoven and Paganini), and has
been kidnapped by Nihilists, serenaded
by Amazons and partially eaten by
cannibals."
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PUNCH, OR THE LONDON CHARIVARI. [SEPTEMBER 24, 1913.
THE WINGED VICTORY.
THE question is, What becomes of
But this time it is more difficult:
Macbeth lias performed his pet trick
too thoroughly. At last, however, I
J. 11 rj liucouiu: iOj » • i i • Ji J
the mosquito when you are hunting : drowse away.agam to be galvanised sud-
1 d(>nly into intense vigilance ol dread by
for him? (I say "he," although, of
course, there are supporters of the
theory that mosquitoes are Militants.
But I know he is a he, and I know his
it is, for obvious reasons,
name, too :
Macbeth.)
This is my procedure.
I undress,
then I put on a dressing -gown and
slippers, and, lifting the mosquito cur
tains, I place the candle inside
them on the bed. Then, with
the closest scrutiny, I satisfy
myself that there is no mosquito
inside, as indeed Eleanora, the
handmaid, had done some hours
earlier, when she made the bed.
"Niente, nicnte,"s\i6 had assured
me, as she always does. None
the less, again I go carefully
round it, examining the net for
any faulty hanging which might
let in an insect ascending with
malice from the floor.
This being done, I creep
through, blow out the candle
and go to sleep.
I have slept perhaps an hour
when a shrill bugle call, which
I conceive in my dreams to be
the Last Trump, awakens me,
and as I awake I realise once
again the melancholy fact that
it is no Last Trump at all but
that there is, as there always is,
a mosquito inside the curtains.
Already he has probably bitten
me in several places ; at any cost
he must be prevented from biting
me again. I sit up and feel my
face all over to discover if my
beauty has been assailed ; for
that is the thing I most dread.
(Without beauty what are we?)
I lie quite still while I do this,
straining to catch his horrid song
the bugle shrilling an inch from my ear.
And so once again I get up and once
again the pest vanishes into nothing. . . .
The next time I don't care a soldo if
he is there or not, I am so tired ; and
the rest of the night is passed in a
half-sleep, in -which real mosquitoes or
imaginary mosquitoes equally do their
I examine him minutely and observe
him to be alive, and the repugnant
truth is forced upon me that he is not
merely drunk but drunk with my blood.
That purple tide is alcoholic ; and his
intemperance has been his1 ruin.
There is only one thing to be done.
I have no paltry feelings of revenge;
but his death is indicated. The future
must be considered. And so I kill him.
It is done with the greatest ease. He
makes no resistance at all, but merely,
while dying, salutes me with my own
blood. It is odd to have it thus
spread before one.
A good colour, I think, and
get up, feeling no triumph.
Then, going to the glass, I
discern a red lump on my aris-
tocratic nose, hitherto my best
feature. . . .
P.S. — There is no cure for
mosquito bites, all the chemists
of the world to the contrary.
There is not even a lenitive.
OUB BARBER TAKES UP GARDENING.
again ; and suddenly there it is so near
that I duck my head swiftly, nearly
ricking my neck in doing so.
This confirming my worst fears, there
is nothing for it now but to lift the
curtains, slip out on to the cold stone
floor, light the candle, and once again
go through the futile but necessary
movement of locating and expelling a
mosquito.
That there will be none to expel, I
know.
None the less I crawl about and
peer into every corner. I shake the
clothes, I do everything that can be
done short of stripping the curtains,
which I am too
then I blow out
sleepy to do. And
the candle for the
second time and endeavour to fall asleep
again.
worst, and I turn no hair. And then,
some years later, the blessed day dawns
and another Italian night of misery has
passed ; and, gradually recognising this
bliss, I sit up in bed and begin to tear
away at the fresh poison in my poor
hands and wrists, which were like
enough to a map of a volcanic island
in the Pacific yesterday, but now are
poignantly more so.
And suddenly, as I thus scratch, I
am conscious of a motionless black
speck on the curtain above me. . . .
It is — yes — no — yes — it is Macbeth.
I agitate the gauze, but he takes no
notice ; I approach my hand, a move-
ment which in his saner moments he
would fly from with the agility of
electricity ; he remains still. He is
either dead or dazed.
THE CURTAIN-RAISER.
SIR, — The discussion raised
by the recent substitution at a
West End theatre of variety
turns for the usual first piece is
being briskly maintained. One
writer in the Press claims that
it should surely be possible for
the dramatist -to invent some
means by which the interest of
his play can be so divided as to
be enjoyed by late arrivals, no
matter at what period of the
action they take it up. May I,
as a writer of many one-act
plays, respectfully put forward
my proposed solution of this
problem? On a system of
equable exchange it is frankly
borrowed from the music halls.
The essence of the idea is a
time-table of the leading situ-
ations in the curtain-raiser. Thus on
reaching his stall all that the fashion-
ably tardy spectator has to do is to
consult his watch, refer to the cor-
responding time on the programme,
and be at once en rapport with the
dramatic position. What could be
more simple ? I call my proposal the
"You Can Start Now" sys-tem, and
am confident that it only needs to be
tried to he generally adopted. An
example is enclosed.
Yours, etc.,
PRACTICAL
PLAY WEIGHT.
" HALF AN HOUR."
A Farce in One Act. Every evening
at 8.15.
8.15. — Frank, a young dramatist,
and Dora at home. They have no
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Impressionable Visitor.
GAS AS I CAME IN I "..
' BY JOVE ! THE GAS WORKS !
REALISM.
NOW THAT BEALLY IS TOP-HOLE !
Do YOU KNOW, I 'LL SWEAB I SMSI.T
money. They therefore live in a dila-
pidated and inconvenient flat, built
closo against the footlights, and
furnished with any old rubbish from
the property-room.
8.18. — Frank explains to Dora that
he has an enormously wealthy uncle
who imagines him to be still a bachelor,
and so cannot be applied to for aid.
8.20. — Prank goes out to offer his
play to managers.
8.22. — Dora, alone, explains to the
furniture how sorry she is that Frank's
enormously wealthy uncle imagines him
to be still a bachelor and so cannot be
applied to for aid.
8.25. — She finds a paper saying that
many burglaries have been perpetrated
in the neighbourhood, and gives way to
comic alarm. [N.B. There is a scream
somewhere here which will tell you
where you are.]
8.30. — Enter the enormously wealthy
uncle, who asks for Frank, and takes
Dora for a house-maid.
•32. — Dora takes him for a burglar.
[N.B. The uncle has white hair and
spats, so if you arrive at this point you
will not confuse him with Frank.!
8.35. — The uncle kisses Dora, whom
he greatly admires.
8.38. — Dora shuts uncle in the coal-
cellar. [The door on your left out of
the drawing-room is the coal-csllar.
The one on the other side leads to the
street.]
8.40. — Dora is frightened again. The
uncle bangs on the door (L.).
8.41. — Frank [brown hair, no spats]
enters by the right-hand door, and says
that his play would be produced if only
some rich patron would provide the
money.
8.42. — Dora is pathetic. There is
no more banging, BO you will know
when she is being pathetic. She
again laments the obduracy of the
uncle.
8.43. — The uncle resumes banging.
Frank is startled. Dora explains that
it is a burglar.
8.44. — Frank lets out the uncle, who
enters with his coat inside out (because
of the coal) and his face black.
8.44 J. — Explanations prestissimo.
8.45. — The uncle promises to finance
Frank's play. Dora joins their hands.
Curtain.
8.46.— [Perhaps.] The curtain may
go up and down again. Should you
arrive at this point, you will see three
persons bowing. But you needn't
bother about them.
PEACE.
WHEN the holidays are over,
And to Eastbourne, Westgate, Dover,
Mother's darlings by the trainful
(After partings rather painful)
Go to spend the autumn term in
Schools like "Cliff House" or "St.
Ermin " —
When no longer we're appealed to
(For our sins) to bowl or field to
Little boys who think we play so
Very rottenly, and say so —
When the shouts which for a while lent
Horror to our home are silent,
And we realise it's true that
There 's no need to say, " Don't do
that"—
It is then that I confess you
Are a blessing, and I bless you,
Folkestone, Eastbourne, Westgate,
Dover !
Yes, the holidays are over.
2GG
PUNCH, OR THE LONDON CHARIVARI. [SEPTEMBER 24, 1913.
THE AUTHORS' STRIKE.
THK action of the libraries in placing a modified ban on
tbe circulation of certain novels has led to an unexpected
development. Yesterday morning the leaders of the Authors'
Union, after a sitting which had lasted all through the
night, decided by an overwhelming majority to advise their
inembeis to clown tools. The advice was instantly followed.
At 10 A.M. Mr. JOHN GALSWORTHY threw his inkstand, his
penholders and three boxes of " J " nibs out of the window
into the street below, where they were picked up and
secreted by an admirer of the novelist. At the same hour
Sir GILBERT PAIIKEB publicly burnt his typewriting machines
and dismissed his corps of typists, while Mr. ARNOLD BEN-
NETT, after having torn into twenty strips his relief map of
the Five Towns, put on his fur coat, entered his motor-car,
and set off to Hampstead to join a peaceful picket organised
and commanded by Mr. W. B. MAXWELL. Similar scenes
were witnessed in most of the novel-factories of the Metro-
polis and the adjoining suburbs. The female section of the
Union has been very busily employed in arranging pro-
cessions and embroidering banners. Some of these- are of
a most tasteful design. One bears the words, " No more
Mud from Mudie," surrounded b'y a laurel wreath. Another
is emblazoned with an excellent and terror-striking portrait
of Mr. HALL CAINE set in the midst of a circle of realistic
Hashes of lightning. Below this is the appeal (red letters
on a black ground), " Who would be Free must smash
Class B."
The strike, it should be stated, is not primarily directed
against the publishers, but it is difficult to see how these
can remain neutral. Mr. JOHN MURRAY, interviewed by
our representative, declared that he sympathised warmly
with the Libraries. The strikers, in his opinion, have com-
mitted a serious mistake and must fail for lack of funds.
None of his own men, he says, has so far shown any
intention of ceasing work, and he believes himself to be in
a position to guarantee a regular supply of all sorts of books
during the autumn. On the other hand Mr. JOHN LANE,
when interviewed in Vigo Street, expressed himself in severe
terms in regard to the rash action of the Libraries. He
ridiculed the idea that strike pay will not be forthcoming.
Mr. LANE thought the public did not, perhaps, sufficiently
appreciate the fact that there were two sexes in the
world.
At 4 P.M. a mass meeting was held in Trafalgar Square,
which was packed with a huge crowd of prosperous and
well-fed strikers. On the outskirts a brisk business was
done by the sellers of 'Mr. HALL CAINE'S autograph, count-
less specimens of which found purchasers at the starvation
price of a guinea apiece. After Mr. A. C. BENSON had been
voted to the base of Nelson's column much enthusiasm was
caused by the appearance of a contingent of sympathetic
posts headed by Mr. JOHN MASEFIELD, who brought with
him in a covered van a newly-arrived consignment of briny
oaths and a sailor's glossary in ten volumes. It was stated
that Mr. STEPHEN PHILLIPS, Mr. LASCELLES ABERCROMBIE
and Mr. EZRA POUND had intended to be present, but a
sudden attack of afflatus, a most distressing illness to which
they are occasionally liable, had confined them to their
homes. All three, however, sent a message expressing
warm sympathy with the movement and pledging them-
selves to abstain from the publication of verse until the
demands of the men were conceded. " We may not," they
wrote, " bs able to control the poetic impulse so far as to
prevent ourselves from thinking in metre, but we shall
certainly write nothing down." This declaration, when
read to the meeting, was received with loud cries of " The
battle 's won " and " That finishes it."
When calm had been sufficiently restored Mr. A. C.
BENSON, standing on a platform constructed entirely out of
books written by himself, opsned the proceedings. It was
not for him, ho said, to pass any harsh judgment even on
the proprietors of circulating libraries. What they had
done spoke for itself. A wrong had been committed, and, as
the Bishop of Kamschatka once observed to him, wrong must
be righted before anything valuable could be undertaken.
He (the speaker) had not read the books complained of, but
that very fact made it possible for him to take an impartial
view. Moderation was all very well, but even those whose
lives were a round of limpid tranquillity could join with
others who were moved to action by a sense of intolerable
oppression. He had much pleasure in proposing a reso-
lution pledging those present to support the strike by a
voluntary royalty of fifteen per cent, on the selling price of
their books, thirteen to count as twelve, together with ten
per cent, on American and Colonial sales.
At this point Mr. BERNARD SHAW drove up in a Roman
chariot. He was closely guarded on one side by Mr. G. K.
CHESTERTON, mounted on a Suffolk Punch, and on the
other by Mr. HILAIRE BELLOC, who rode a horse stated to
have been purchased from a French battery of artillery.
Mr. SHAW, having removed Mr. BENSON from the chair,
proceeded to describe himself as a martyr, but was himself
immediately flung from the platform by Mr. BELLOC, who
danced on him, and Mr. CHESTERTON, who fell on him.
Mr. BELLOC then attempted to propose a resolution con-
demning Judaism in politics, while Mr. CHESTERTON de-
nounced the Insurance Act, and the meeting broke up in
indescribable confusion.
Later. — It is reported that some of the publishers, acting
in concert with the Libraries, have decided to import three
hundred American novelists of both sexes in order to break
the strike. Pickets have been sent to all the ports to per-
suade these blacklegs to return to their own country, and
the worst is feared.
" AND THEN THERE WAS NONE."
[" Only ens case lias coma to our notice," says a daily paper, " ol a
subscriber who was satisfied with his telephone service."]
I WAS that man, Sir, I was satisfied;
Alone in London, nay, alone in Britain,
I never growled about my 'phone, or sighed
(" The office 'phone " I really should have written) ;
Dear heaven, how could there be the slightest hitcli
While Claribel, my queen, was on the switch?
I got her every time in one, and then
What bliss was ours, what billing and what cooing !
In vain might uninitiated men
And maidens overhear our wire-borne wooing ;
In sooth, it is not generally known
How kisses sound upon the telephone.
But late, upon a day of direst grief,
The darling rang me up and spake me sweetly ;
The call was answered by my gouty chief —
Since when my love has cut me off completely.
Now, Sir, the " satisfied subscriber " groans
And vehemently swears at t3lephones !
Another Impending Apology.
"Mrs. Herbert Pullar, in blue, with a small black hat; Mrs
Mitchell, of Glassel, in black, with an ivory and blur hat . Mr
Martin White, in a white suit and small black and white hat ! "
The Queen.
Why this note of exclamation ? A correspondent who sav
the hat assures us that it was quite all right.
SEPTKMBKU 24, 1913.] PUNCH, OR THE LONDON CHARIVARI.
£67
THE UNIVERSITY PROVIDER.
[Lady BOOT'S declaration that she is prepared to take fifty college girls as assistants in Boot's Stores is likely to lead to the general
development of a superior type of shopwoinan.]
"MY LITTLE BOY HAS A COLD IN HIS NOSE. I WANT " So THAT FCB 's WHAT YOU CALL MINK? WELL, I CALL IT
"CERTAINLY, MADAM. MlSS SlIYTHE, PRODUCE THE NASO- JUST MISERABLE COMMON eMT."
PHARYNGEAL PAHOLEINE ATOMISER FOR SPRAYING OLEAGINOUS "AH, MADAM. DE MOHTUIS KIL Nisr BOXUM! "
AND AQUEOUS SOLUTIONS."
1
"I WANT CORSETS SUITABLE FOR GOLF." " Bui IS IT A REALLY GOOD HAIR- RESTORER ?"
"Tin: VERY THING, MADAM. THEY ALLOW FREE PLAY OF THE "WELL, MADAM, I CAN ASSURE YOU THAT MY OLD COLLEGE
1'i: TOKAL1S MAJOR AND THE LATISSIMUS DOHSI AND DON'T INTER- FRIENDS, LjAl)Y DUMPSHIHE AND LADY Dl SPIFKINGTON, ALWAYS
WITH THE DIGITATIONS OF THE SERRATUS MAGNUS." USE IT, AND YOU KNOW WHAT BEAUTIFUL HAIR THEY HAVE. A
BIG BOTTLE, MADAM? THANK YOU."
268 PUNCH, OR THE LONDON CHARIVARI. [SEPTEMBER 24, 1913.
a,
CASTE.
Tlie Lady (on a clieap week-end visit). "\VHEBE 's YEB MANNERS, BEOWN — BLOWIS" OK TEB TEA? ANYBODY MIGHT TAKE VEB
FOB A DAY-TBIPPEB. "
ON SIMON'S STACK.
HILL shepherds, hard north-country
men,
Bring down the baa'ing blackface
droves
To market or to shearing-pen
From the high places and the
groves —
High places of the fox and gled,
Groves of the stone-pine on the
scree, •
Lone sanctuaries where we have said,
" The gods have been ; the gods may
be! "
'Mid conifer and fern and whin
I sat ; the turf was warm and dry ;
A sailing speck, the peregrine
Wheeled in the waste of azure sky ;
The blue-grey clouds of pinewoods
clung,
Their vanguard climbed the heathery
steep ;
A terrier with lolling tongue
Blinked in my shadow, half asleep.
The Legion's Way shone far beneath ;
A javelin white as Adria's foam,
It gleamed across dark leagues of heath
To Borne, to everlasting Eome ;
Likewise from Eome to Simon's Stack
(That 's logical, at least), and so
It may have brought a Huntress back
On trails She followed long ago !
I watched my drifting smoke-wreaths
rise,
And pictured Pagans plumed and
tense
Who climbed the hill to sacrifice
To great Diana's excellence ;
And — " Just the sort of church for me,"
I said, and heard a fir-cone fall ;
The puppy bristled at my knee —
And that was absolutely all.
A queer thing is a clump of fir ;
But, if it 's old and on a hill,
Free to that ancient trafficker,
The wind, it 's ten times queerer still ;
Sometimes it 's filled with bag-pipe
skirls,
Anon with heathen whispering ;
Just then it seemed alive with girls
Who laughed, and let a bowstring
sing!
Yes, funny things your firwoods do :
They fill with elemental sounds ;
Hence, one lias fancied feet that flew
And the high whimpering of hounds;
" A wind from clown the corrie's cup —
Only the wind," said I to Tramp;
He heard — stern down and hackles up,
I — with a forehead strangely damp.
Wind? or the Woodland Chastity
Passing, as once, upon Her way,
That left a little dog and me
Confounded in the light of day ?
A rabbit hopped across the track ;
The pup pursued with shrill ki-yi ;
I asked him which, when he came back;
He couldn't tell — no more can I.
"Hitherto the record year for the four
months from May to August has been 11)11,
but this summer 75,000 people in excess of that
number landed on the island."
Liverpool Evening Express.
Making 76,911 altogether.
"STOLEN POST OFFICE SAKE."
Daily News.
We are glad that the missing post-office
has been traced at last. We wero
really getting quite anxious.
"WANTED.. — Good General Servant for
Hampstead, London. Good home for willing
girl with good charabanc."
Advt. in " Barmouth Comity Advertiser."
Useful during a 'bus strike.
PUNCH, OR THE LONDON CHABIVABL— SEPTEMBER 24, 1913.
THE DAWN OF HAKMONY.
MR. REDMOND (to Mr. ASQVITH). " I 'LL DARE YE TO COMPROMISE!"
Siu EDWARD CARSON (to Mr. BONAIS LAW). "D'YE HEAR HWAT THE GINTLEMAN SAYS?
'M WID HIM ENTIRELY."
LOUD LOREBURN (cherub). "AH, HA! ALREADY THEY BEGIN TO AGREE."
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fr*J5 '
•.S^V;tJ>
°
Magistrate (to yokel visiting London 'and taken into custody far stealing bicycle). "I HAVE A GOOD MIND TO SEND you TO rnisox
FOB six MONTHS." Yokel. " YEB CAS'i." Magistrate. " How is THAI?"
Yokel. " An'vE NODBOT COOM FOB THHEE DAYS."
A TEST CASE.
AT the Central Criminal Court, before
Mr. Justice DARLING and a Special
Jury, George Duncan (thirty), who gave
his address as Hanger Hill, Baling,
pled not guilty to the charge that,
at Muckle Brigbrae, N.B., he had
wickedly and feloniously broken a
valuable record, the property of Alex-
ander Sanders Elshioncr Cattanach,
commission agent in Glasgow. Owing
to the exasperation of public sentiment
in Mucklo Brigbrae and adjacent parts
of Scotland, it had been deemed ex-
pedient to remove this case to a calmer
tknosphere, and Mr. Justice DARLING
consented to preside, on receiving a
hearty and unanimous requisition
signed by the Press Association and
"Iher eminent news agencies. The
Special Jury was composed of six
111:1. or golf professionals, and the
•ur champions of the South-
of Ireland, Bohemia, East Rut-
landshire, Buganda, Bessarabia and
Si. Kilda.
Mr. MARSHALL HALL, K.C., who
euted, had objected to JAMES
Hiuin, THOMAS BALL and JOHN HKNKY
TAYLOU as jurors, on the ground that
they had been accessories before, during,
and after the alleged offence. They
were accommodated in the well of the
court, which was free from casual
water. The court was crowded, and
Mr. Justice DARLING explained at the
outset that if anybody laughed before
he, the learned Judge, came to the
point of a joke it would be necessary
to have it — the court, not the joke
(loud laughter) — instantly cleared. Mr.
F. E. SMITH, K.C., appeared for the
accused. The Provost of Muckle Brig-
brae held a watching brief for himself
and the Publicity Committee of the
Muckle Brigbrae Town Council.
Mr. Alexander Sanders Elshioner
Cattanach said in evidence that ho was
the holder of the record which the
accused bad broken. He had acquired
the record — a 72 — six years ago, and
with any ordinary luck it would have
been a 70, two full brassie shots having
stopped on the lip of the hole. Though
he did not know the accused personally,
he believed that Duncan had a grudge
against him, for two years ago he had
attempted to break complainer's record,
but had failed to get under 72. Now
Duncan had gone back to Mucklo Brig-
brae, and by going round in 67 had
broken complainer's record and made
it of absolutely no value as a family
heirloom, and totally useless to coin-
plainer as an asset in ths commission
business. As a consequence of Dun-
can's conduct witness's orders had
already fallen 35 per cent., and he was
now seeing managing-clerks instead of
principals. He would lose by Duncan's
conduct socially as well as in his busi-
ness. He had been known among his
friends as Brigbrae Cattanach, but they
used that name now in a jeering way.
Men who used to take a third from him
now wanted to play him level. This
was a serious matter for any business
man in the West of Scotland.
Mr. F. E. SUITS (to witness). You
say you made this record six years ago.
Had you any witnesses ? — Of course.
It was a three-ball match.
Mr. Justice DARLINO. Played chiefly
by pawnbrokers, Mr. SMITH. (Laughter.)
Mr. SMITH. Thank you, m" lud. So
I have heard. Now, Mr. Cattanach,
who were the other players ? — My
brother and the assistant green-keepsr.
I was playing their best ball.
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PUNCH, OR THE LONDON CHARIVARI. [SEPTEMBER 24, 1913.
Mr. SMITH. Never mind about their
best ball. It is your bull I want to
know about. This appears to have
been a Family Record.
Mr. Justice DARLING. That sounds
like a domestic magazine of an im-
proving character. (Laughter.)
Mr. SMITH. Very good, m'lud. (To
witness) Do you admit that this was
a Family Record ? — It was our Family
Record until the accused broke it.
Mr. SMITH. Don't quibble with me,
Sir. You say that the witnesses of
this athletic triumph were your brother
and an assistant green-keeper. Did
you tip the green-keeper?
Mr. MARSHALL HALL. M' lud, I have
never heard so foul an insinuation
made in a Court of Justice in the whole
course of my professional experience.
Mr. Justice DARLING. Then you have
been much more fortunate • —
than I. (Laughter.)
Mr. SMITH. I ask you !
again, Mr. Cattanach. Did1
you tip this assistant green-
keeper ? — Yes.
Mr. SMITH. How much? —
A shilling, (loud laughter.)
Mr. SMITH. Was that
before or after this alleged
record ? — After.
Mr. SMITH. To purchase
his silence, I suppose? — No.
Mr. SMITH. Did you hole]
out on every green ? — Yes,
on every green.
Mr. SMITH. You never
lifted your ball? — Oh, yes.
Twice.
Mr. SMITH. Oh, you lifted
your ball twice, did you?
Why was that ? — Because I
had laid my brother a stymie.
Mr. Justice DARLING. What is a
stymie ?
Mr. SMITH. A stymie, m' lud, is the
fortuitous juxtaposition of two balls on
the putting green, so that the one
nearer the hole is in line with and
obstructs the path of the ball further
from the hole, it being essential to the
emergence of the condition of stymie-
faction that the balls should lie more than
six inches from each other, measured
from the nearest protrusion or depres-
sion on the circumference of each ball.
[At this point JAMES BRAID fainted
and had to be carried out of court
by THOMAS BALL and JOHN HENRY
TAYLOR, who both used the inter-
locking grip.
Mr. SMITH. I submit, m' lud, that
there is no case to go to the jury. The
alleged Cattanach record, upon which
the charge against my client depends,
itself depends upon evidence that is
partly fraternal and partly venal and
altogether untrustworthy.
The Provost of Mncldc Brigbrae j had no intention of treating Mr. Cat-
(speaking wider strong emotion). And i tanach's record, a highly creditable
I submit, my loard, that Mr. SMITH i one, so roughly as to cause a compound
1 • i __ i !i. i »_ A _. ii.intni^nni- rpKi f, I | >•• i (• i 1 1 1-, x
Mr. Justice DARLING, lie meant to
disna ken whit he 's talkin' aboot. This
record has stood for sax year. It has
been of the greatest
to Muckle Brigbrae.
public uteelity
It has brocht
hunderds of golfers doon every simmer
to see if they couldna gang roond in
seeventy-wan. An they 've aye come
back, wi' their wives an' families, to
hae anither lick at it. An' noo this
lad Duncan has come breengin' in wi'
his saxty-seeven — fair ruination to the
hoose-lettin' for next season.
[At this point some commotion was
caused by the return to court of
JOHN HENRY TAYLOR and THOMAS
BALL, accompanied by ALEXANDER
HERD. During a ivhispcrcd con-
sultation, in which counsel and the
to give "an under-
are his professional
"WOT I SEZ IS, A MAN CAN DHINK AS MUCH AS 'E LIKES SO LONG
AS 'E DON'T HINTERFERE WITH ME ; BUT AS SOON AS 'E HINTEB-
FEEES WITH ME *E 'S A NOOSANCE TO SOCIETY."
accused joined them, the Provost of
MucJc'e Brigbrae, producing a copy
of " Funny Cuts " from his um-
brella, was immediately invited to
take a seat on the Bench, and at
once consented to do so.
Mr. MARSHALL HALL. M' lud, I am
pleased to say that the prisoner has
consented, on the advice of his pro-
fessional friends, to plead guilty to an
error of judgment, and in these circum-
stances, and in view of the undertaking
which I have obtained from himself
and his friends, the Crown will not
press for a conviction. (Loud applause.)
I may say that I welcome this con-
clusion to proceedings which have bsen
conducted, so far as the defence is
concerned, with the scrupulous fairness
and moderation in statement which
are so characteristic of my friend.
Mr. SMITH. I have to thank my
friend for sentiments which I heartily
willing
to
reciprocate. My client is
admit that in going round the course
of Muckle Bri«brae in 67 strokes he
break it gently.
Mr. SMITH. Quite so, m' lud. He
meant to go round in 70 or 71, as his
professional friends did. But in his
own words, " The ball would not keep
out of the hole." My client had no
animus whatever against Mr. Cattanach
or the Town Council of Muckle Brig-
brae. Ho is willin '
taking, and so
friends, that in playing exhibition games
they will in future refrain from knock-
ing more than two strokes ol'f the local
amateur record, except in cases where
they may obtain the previous consent
in writing of the record-holder and the
local authority to reduce the
record by more than that
number. I trust that this
settlement will be approved
by your lordship, and also
by the Provost of Muckle
Brigbrae.
The Provost. Weal, aweel,
the mischeef is dune noo.
Wo '11 jist need to tryst an
extry baurid o' peeryotts for
next simmer.
Mr. Justice DARLING (to
the jury). As nothing humor-
ous occurs to me at the
moment, I suggest a formal
acquittal, gentlemen.
The Foreman. Yes, my lord.
And the jury desire to add a
rider in the form of a recom-
mendation that Mr. Duncan
and his professional brethren
should abstain from playing at all on the
championship courses of South-West
Ireland, Bohemia, East Rutlandshire,
Buganda, Bessarabia and St. Kilda.
Mr. Justice DARLING. I shall for-
ward this recommendation to the pro-
per quarter. The accused is discharged.
[The prisoner was warmly congratu-
lated on stepping down from the
dock. 0^ltside the court some
excitement was aroused by the
eccentric behaviour of an Aberdo-
nian gentleman, who grasped his
young fellow -townsman by the arm,
and invited him to tea at an A. B.C.
shop, explaining, in a burst of
generosity, " You 'II can tak' tiva
cups, George, an it 'II no cost you a
single baivbec."]
" Now in a dispute of the kind which is
threatened there are three parties to bo con-
sidered, the employers, the men, and the
public, and the last is certainly not entitled to
the least consideration." — livening Ncu'S.
It certainly seldom gets it.
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273
AN Al'I'RiriATION.
I GOT a good idea to-day,
A hint that stuck and grew,
The very thing for verso, you 'd say —
Bright, topical, and new.
And, as I wrote, my jest maintained
A lino crescendo swell,
Until, the grand finale gained,
It wound up rather well.
Then to a neighbouring typist-maid,
Well pleased I took my lay,
And, being in a hurry, stayed
To bring the lines away.
And she my precious bantling bore
Where other maidens wrought,
And, through the half-closed inner door,
I watched her ; till I thought —
"This must be quite a change for her
Whom dull MSS. irk,
Not often thus can wit confer
Such glamour on her work."
And so I stood, and looked to see
How, in this pleasant case,
My sparkling points should presently
Irradiate her face.
But not so ; oven when she came
Where they most brightly shone,
Just near the end, 'twas all the same —
Stolid she hammered on.
"Ah, wait," I thought, "that last line
read,
She '11 loose her pent delight ; "
But up she jumped, and all she said
Was, " Wish he 'd learn to write I "
SHOULD SHE HAVE DONE IT?
IT is possible that the question
whether Leonora, the heroine of one of
Sir JAMES BABBIE'S new plays, should
have murdered the man who insisted
on the railway carriage window being
kept open, will be a topic for discussion
for some time to come. The Pall Mall
Gazette is emphatically of opinion that
some other and less serious crime should
have been committed, the capital charge
being hardly suitable for comic treat-
ment. And it is certainly the case
that, had Leonora committed larceny
or forgery, or even blackmail, instead
of murder, there might have been a
happier laughter inspired by the play.
At the same time, for another person
to keep a railway carriage window open
when one wants it closed is a serious
offence and merits a severe punishment,
tt is only equalled by that of a person
who closes the window when one par-
ticularly wants it open.
On the other hand a correspondent
writes: "Leonora did a great wrong.
This expression of affection for her
Editor. "Din you SAY YOU EVOLVED THIS JOKE YOURSELF?" Artist. "I DID, SIB."
Editor. " H'M, AND YET YOU DON'T LOOK MOKE THAN THIRTY YEARS OP AGE."
tittle daughter, who was suffering
from a severe cold, was an unhappy
error. I have it on the authority of
the medical press that for a cold,
especially bronchial catarrh, fresh air
is the only adequate specific. I do not
know whether Sir JAMBS BABBIE makes
it clear that the child was suffering
From bronchial catarrh, but, unless he
definitely states that it was another
kind of cold, I think that we may
assume that the malady took that form.
When the little girl got home she
would have found that the open win-
dow had greatly benefited her. It was
a pity, therefore, that Leonora pushed
ler child's would-be benefactor on to
;he line."
Another correspondent, whose views
are different, writes : " Every morning
[ have the misfortune to travel to town
with a man whose obstinacy causes me
iO suffer tortures from draught. 1
support Leonora heartily in her action.
My only criticism is that a better
victim might have been found."
A third writes : " But was it murder ?
The man wanted fresh air, and to that
end he kept the window open. Leo-
nora, being an intelligent woman (the
author, I think, makes that fairly clear),
argued that he would have still more
fresh air if the door also were open,
and for his good she opened the door.
A little further contemplation (it was
but the work of a moment) caused her
to conclude that the lover of fresh air
would find more outside the door than
in the carriage. She, therefore, acted
for his good."
" Mr. Frank Haskings, of Bathealton, was
reserved in a young bull class at Dunster Show
on Friday." — Wellington Weekly Ncu-s.
No doubt the strange company made
him shy.
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"A ROGUE IN GRAIN."
I STOOD for some time outside the
dealer's shop, displaying an altogether
fictitious interest in its altogether
fictitious antiques. At intervals of five
minutes 1 swallowed a dose of tonic in
tabloid form. Finally I pulled myself
together and went in.
"I have come," I said to the pro-
prietor, " about that chair which I
bought."
If I had any romantic notion that he
would behave like Macbeth at the sight
of Banquo's ghost, I was promptly
brought back to earth.
"That Chippendale 'chair," he
amended briskly. " Yes, Sir. You sent
it back. I have it in the yard if you
want to look at it again."
I didn't ever want to look at it again.
The thing was a fake. An expert had
told me so. . . . But I wanted its
former owner to be confronted with it,
so I followed him into the yard, hating
him immensely. He had what he him-
self might have described as a bow
front and baroque features. Also, I
knew that he knew that he knew far
more about antiques than I did.
But I had bean told quite positively
that the chair was a fake." . . .
He looked at it tenderly.
" As nice a article o' furniture as any
gentleman could wish to 'ave in his
library," he apostrophized it.
I produced his inveice.
" Genuine eighteenth-century Chip-
pendale arm-chair," I read tentatively.
" Certainly, Sir."
" I propose one of two amendments.
Either ' genuine twentieth - century
Chippsndale chair," or 'imaginary
eighteenth-century chair with Chippen-
dale and other features.' "
•I had prepared this speech before-
hand, together with the cold, acid
tone which should have accompanied
it. Which should have accompanied
it. ...
" In other words," said the dealer,
with a deliberate straightforwardness,
" — let us be plain about it, Sir, if you
please — you mean that I "ve set my
'and to that invoice, thereby perpetu-
ating a fraud ? "
" Oh— er — I didn't mean that, " I
protested. " A — a mistake, perhaps."
Dash it all ! If it was I who was mak-
ing the mistake, my attitude was an
awkward one to get out of. I oughtn't
to have condemned him unheard.
" A mistake ! " he exclaimed scorn-
fully. "Mel But I see what it is.
You've been got at by one of these
'ere 'experts,' 'aven't you, Sir? "
" Well — er— a friend of mine," I
said. "He knows quite a lot about
antiques. At least . . . ."
" / know, / know ! These 'ore
amacher experts! Come now, sir,
what did 'e tell you was wrong with
this piece? Before I alter the invoice
I 'ope you '11 substantiate your state-
ments asperative to its authenticity.
Under English law even a antique 's
innocent until proved guilty."
He was rallying me in a humorous,
indulgent sort of way, and I felt an
awful worm. But I had to say some-
thing.
"The point is," I began, "Chippen-
dale never made a chair like that — er
—did he?" .
"Perhaps not another like that, Sir,"
said the dealer gravely. " Of course,
that chair 's a rarity — and charged for
according, I admit." •
There was no doubt the man was
honest, or he 'd never have said a thing
like that.
"I see," I said. " I see . . . . The
fact is," I continued, by way of candid
apology, "I thought — I mean I was
told — it oughtn't to have an Adam vase
in the back splat."
" No, it oughtn't! " agreed the dealer
ecstatically. " By all the accepted
ideas, it oughtn't ! ' I tell you, that
chair proves something. It proves," he
continued enthusiastically, " that Adam
got his inspiration hot direct from the
classic furniture periods, but via
Chippendale. That chair 's what I call
a missing link. It '11 come to be talked
about."
" By Jove ! will it really ? " I cried.
" Well, what about the Gothic work on
the rest of the back ? And the Chinese
legs?"
These had been other counts in the
expert's indictment. But I made it
clear that I was only asking for in-
formation, I was perfectly satisfied.
"Both Chippendale features," said
the dealer gravely.
"But — er — in the same chair?" I
queried.
" It looks like it, don't it? I don't
care for it myself— seems a mixture of
styles to my mind — but you can't
blame me for what Chippendale chose
to do. He was a master cabinet-maker;
7'm only a dealer."
" Of course ! " I agreed. " I suppose
it 's the same with the feet. They 're
Louis Quinze, aren't they ? "
" Now I ask you, Sir," he demanded,
" did Louis Quinze come before Chip-
pendale or after ? "
I was unable to tell him, and anyway
there was no need. It was perfectly
obvious that in either case one of them
had drawn his inspiration from the
other. And the more incongruous the
decoration seemed — by all the accepted
ideas — of course the rarer it made the
chair.
" Er — you '11 send it back to-morrow
then? " was all I suiil.
" Very good," he replied with dignity,
and wo returned to the shop.
Then ho was so ill-advised — for it
was what I dreaded, feeling that I
deserved it — as to begin a sermon.
" 'Aving, I 'ope, convinced you of my
bond fide," he began, " I don't deny
that 1 feel 'urt by your suspicions. Of
course there arc dishonest dealers, just
as there 's dishonest gentlemen. ]f I 'd
been one of them, 1 don't deny that
there 's other features about that chair,
over and above what you noticed, that
might 'ave give rise to doubt. I don't
mind pointing them out. The lack of
freedom in the curves, for instance —
the modern look about the fretwork —
the state of preservation."
. Wasn't he carrying his candour
rather bej'ond the bounds of reason ?
" As a matter of fack the lack of free-
dom in -the curves is a most useful
indext in determining the date of the
article. It shows that this chair was
manufactured while Chippendale was
in mourning for the death of his partner,
'Aig. I 'in sorry about the fretwork.
I touched it up here and there myself,
because it iras a bit dilapidated. I
wouldn't have done it if I 'd known my
word was going to be doubted. I
bought the chair off an old lady that
'ad just discovered it in an old cupboard
in the panelling of 'er 'ouse. That's
why it 's preserved so well and kept ,
its polish. She found Chippendale's
original bill for it, too, and I wish I
more than ever now that she 'adn't
burned it."
I had been convinced, perfectly con- j
vinced. But now ... in the per- j
sistence of his endeavour to climb the
very topmost pinnacle of virtue, I felt
that he was toppling. . . toppling. . . .
" I see you 'ave nothing to say," he
resumed. " I know I 'ave no remedy
against these aspersions which 'ave
been made. I 'm only a dealer. But
speaking to you as a gentleman, Sir, in
a way which 1 'ope you will understand,
I make bold to say that your way of
doing business is Not Cricket, Sir—
Not Cricket ! "
It was too much. On the instant
he tumbled into the abyss of discredit.
Again I pulled myself together, telling
myself that I was an Englishman, whose
sires had fought at Lewes, knowing thai
it was but for an instant, remembering
that the door was close at hand, i
" You needn't send the chair,"
said quickly. " For, speaking to youii
a way which I hope you will under
stand, I can only say that your way o
doing business is Not Chippendale.
I grasped the handle of the dooi
"Not Chippendale, Sir! "
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275
Perfect Ass (to coster). " EXCUSE MY ASKING, BUT WHEN you MEET A LADY FIUEXD HOW DO YOU MANAGE TO BAISE YOUB HAT? on
CO YOU SIMPLY DOW?"
EN (1 LAND ON THE UP-GEADE.
IT is truly gratifying to learn that
something can already ba written off
the tale of national disaster recently
recited by the Duke of WESTMINSTER.
A great many championships, it is true,
ha.T still to be regained, but newspaper
reports during the past week show that
a splendid beginning has already been
made. Not only has a new world's
record for the 100 yards (Admirals')
been set up, but a number of other
competitions held at various centres
afford convincing evidence that the
charge of national decadence is to say
the least premature.
At Tunbridge Wells last Friday the
annual sports of the British Bathchair-
men was held with resounding success.
The great event of the day was the
three-mile bath-chair slow ra3e with
octogenarian patients, in which regard
is liiul not only for the time occupied but
the comfort of tli3 parsons propelled.
Alter an exciting nica the prize was
awarded to Jonah CJawaier, of.Eyde,
who completed the distance in 3 hours
27 minutes 33| sees, without a single
jolt. We understand that the Amalga-
mated Society of British Bathchairmen
have forwarded an application to the
Olympic Committee for a grant of
£10,OUO.
The inter -county meeting of the
National Wasp -Shooting Association
passed off with great eclat at Yealmpton
last Wednesday. The shield, presented
by the Worshipful Company of Bee-
keepers, was won by the Devonshire
team, who used the new cyanide of
potassium pop-gun with deadly effect.
The Olympic Fund Committee have
unanimously decided to award a grant
of £15,000 to the N.W.S.A.
The annual meeting of Merry-go-
round proprietors took place at Clacton-
on-Sea on Saturday. The competition
for the most sonorous steam-organ was
won by Messrs. Bolsover and Gedge,
of Hull, whose organ, fitted with a
Parsons auxetophone, was distinctly
audible at Bishop's Stortford, Lowestoft
and Beccles, while Messrs. Mailing and
Yamper's organ, driven by a French
Gnome engine and fitted with a German
saxophone, failed to carry further than
Frinton and Thorpe - le - Soken. The
endurance prize for passengers was
carried off by Albert Snodland, of
Turnham Green, who completed 7,300
revolutions before being removed in an
ambulance to the Cottage Hospital.
A special grant of £500 has been
made to Mr. Snodland to enable him
to continue his training.
"A daring robbery was discovered at the
Bolton Art Gallery yesterday morning, a
picture by H. Yerman, entitled 'The Old
'Cellist,' having been cut from its frame and
taken away. A second picture, ' The Evening
Drink,' by Sidney Cooper, was found in a
cellar." — Daily Mirror.
We should have expected to find the
old 'cellist next to it.
1 ' The island had dwindled to a mere perch for
sea birds 200 yards long by perhaps 50 broad."
Mr. Basil Tliomson in " The Times."
This perch is one of those rods, poles
or perches, apparently, of which they
told us in our youth.
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PUNCH, OR THE LONDON CHARIVARI. [SEPTEMBEB 24, 1913.
AT THE PLAY.
IF a young author wants something
was
theories might intrigue us, but not the
personality of his puppets. I, for one,
on which to flesh his satire-tooth he ! found so little attraction in the wife
could hardly choose a safer subject than land, of course I was not meant to
Eugenics. The public is not likely to ; find much— that I entertained no con-
have its most sacred feelings lacerated j cern whatever about the issue.
by ridicule of this latest religion. On
the other hand, he must not expect
that the fun to be got out of it is going
to be uproarious. Indeed, the picture of
Unfortunately the interest of all this j something, I think, from Mrs. PATBICK
largely academic. The author's CAMPBELL, but also, I fear, from lesser
models. She might be a great actress
if she could keep away from the stage.
Miss WEEDEN as Mary, had an
uncongenial part, but that did not excuse
her staccato manner. Of the rest, Miss
GWYNNE HEBBEIIT, as Margaret Chis-
holm's mother, was adorable, and Mr.
MALLESON gave a clever little sketch of
Indeed
interlude
there was
in which I
only one brief
felt that I was
Jack Chisholm protesting against his Mr. CAMPBELL GULLAN introduced a
1 1 • 1 , !• 1 1 it I- I'l * I I 1
looking at life and not at the drama- a eupeptic crank.
tisation of an idea. This was when I hinted that the fun to be got out of
wife's absorption in the two healthy
children he had given her, and her neg-
lect of all further interest in him as lover
and comrade, was quite a serious one.
For he was bound to seek consolation in
the love of some other woman
whose " life he could fill " — a
much more vital thing, in his
eyes, than the mere begetting
of sound children.
And it is with just such a
companion that we (and his
wife) find him in the Second
Act against a background of
Italian lake. The discovery—
rather crudely constructed — is
irksome to him, for lie has an
incurable taint of conjugality.
Returning to London, he is
made to confront his wife in
full family conclave — a scene
that recalled Mr. STANLEY
HOUGHTON'S Hindle Wakes, but
with a change of milieu that
made it hopelessly improbable.
Here, in an eloquent tirade
addressed to the secretary of a
Eugenic society, a lady-friend of
his wife's, he declares himself
sick of all this enthusiasm for
the younger generation and the
future prospects of the race.
What had posterity done to
deserve his consideration ?
delightful breath of reality into the very
minor part of a Scotch election-agent
who mistook the candidate's mistress
for his wife.
The practical methods of Mr. NORMAN
Jack
a satire on Eugenics was not likely to
be uproarious. Yet the subject clearly
lends itself to a certain salacity ; and
the suggestiveness of the dialogue in
the Third Act, where the wife's sister,
a brazen flapper on the eve of marriage
(played with great gusto by-
Miss BISDON), discusses the
relations of married people,
vastly tickled the pit.
Oa the whole I should like to
compliment Mr. HARWOOD on
what I understand to be his
first production. If his -work
improves as his play improved
in the course of its progress,
his success shou'd be assured;
for he has many wise and happy
thoughts in his head, if he can
only find the right excuse for
their utterance.
"THE HOUSE OP TEMPERLEY."
I have just assisted at a
most delightful Cinematograph
Exhibition of Sir ABTHUB CONAN
DOYLE'S popular drama. As a
play of action (pugilistic) it is,
of course, admirably suited to
the new art which the London
Film Company have brought
almost to perfection. To those
(Mr. NOHMAN TKEYOK) to Ins llatoney (Miss _and in moments of bitterness
A JOCUND LOVER.
MIEIAM LEWES). " I haven't felt as happy as this for years ! " T
I have been of their company—
A civilised | TBEVOB were well suited by the rather 1 who contend that the ideal play would be
woman had higher duties to her husband unromantic part of the husband. When one in which the actors were not per-
and to society than the bringing of ! a man has to explain to his mistress
bouncing offspring into the world. If
that was the sole end of her existence
she might just as well — and even better
why he doesn't want to return home,
and is made to express himself in these
ponderous terms : " I shall have the
be a savage or a cow. He declines j daily irritation of living in an alien
to return to his home, and settles in a ! atmosphere," I would just as soon hear
bachelor's flat, keeping up his liaison Mr. TEEVOR say it as anybody else.
with discretion.
To those who recalled Mr. DENNIS
But the atmosphere of London differs j EADIE'S performances in Mr. GALS-
from that of an Italian lake and does I WOBTHY'S Justice and other strenuous
not encourage irregularity in the life I plays, it was something of a shock to
of a candidate for political honours, j find him, as the wife's brother, in the
Chisholm lacks, too, the Bohemian rdle of a casual cynic, saying smart
spirit and a natural gift for impropriety.
His mistress — line vraie amourcuse,
who can easily replace him at a pinch —
recognises that he still hankers after
domestic felicity, and so, in the course
of the usual interview between the
two women,
his wife.
she surrenders him to
things with here and there a word of
worldly wisdom. Indeed at first he
seemed a little contemptuous of his part
and had an air of insincerity ; but this
wore off and one grew to believe in him.
Miss MIRIAM LEWES, in the part of
Chisholm' s lover, showed strong natural
gifts of gesture. She has learned
mitted to speak, this show should be a
pure joy. Never was better acting
done by Mr. BEN WEBSTER, Mr
CHABLES MAUDE and the rest of the
cast, excellent right down to the tip oi
its tail. For with no words to
saj
they had to rely on gesture and facia:
expression — the true tests of the actoi
— and these they employed with tha
most commendable economy. O. S.
"There was a large attendance at the Ilollu-
way Institute, Stroud, on Tuesday evening,
when Mr. H. Page Croft, M. P., gave an ad-
dress under the auspices of the Imperial
Mission. . . .
The Chairman referred to the objects and
work of the Imperial Mission, and extended a
cordial to Mr. Croft." — Gloucestershire Echo.
He should have waited till after the
speech, when it might have beer
wanted.
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277
Collector. " H'M — FAIRLY GOOD SPECIMEN. I'LL GIVE YOU FIFTY POUNDS FOB IT."
Curio Dealer, "No, Sin. I'VE JUST SOLD THAT FOB A HUNDRED GUINF.AS."
Collector. "A HUNDRED / GOOD HEAVENS, YOU'VE BEEN SWINDLED. IT'S WORTH TWICE AS MUCH I"
OUR BOOKING-OFFICE.
(By Mr. Punch's Staff of Learned Clerks.)
I THINK 1 should like Tliorley Weir (SMITH, ELDEU), if for
no other reason, for the unique personality of its villain.
As a matter of fact there are several other reasons, but
Craddock remains the greatest. I question if Mr. E. F.
BENSON has ever done better character-drawing than this
of the mean-souled, middle-aged egoist. The delightful
thing about him is that even at his wickedest he is never
wholly free from some quite human lapses into nice feeling.
He is in short a real person and not a malevolent machine,
as are so many of the naughty in fiction. I can't tell you
all of what he does, because that would be to give away the
whole interest of a somewhat slender plot. But his occu-
pation in life, and the main source of his comfortable
income, was speculating in genius. You take me ? If there
were now men with plays or pictures going unrecognised,
Craddock would encourage them by taking an option on
their future output at a figure that his business acumen told
him would become exceedingly cheap. Amongst others
for whom he did this was the painter, Charles Latham, who
was so grateful and lovable that, even while he swindled
and slandered him, Craddock could not help a secret
admiration for the boy. Another of Craddock' s speculations
was Frank Armstrong, the dramatist, whose fortune he
made, and who wasn't in the least bit grateful, but detested
him for it in a manner that was cordially returned.
Perhaps you don't yet see where the villainy comes in ?
For that you must read the story itself; you will find it
a simple tale of well-observed characters in a delightful
riverside setting. And, if you also find, as I did, that your
sympathies are not wholly on the side of wronged virtue,
that will not perhaps lessen your enjoyment.
In the detective story the author's business is to make
mystery and yours to unravel it if you can. You are being
played with ; but you know that it is a game of hide-and-
seek in which you are invited to join. In The Devil's
Garden (HUTCHINSON) Mr. W. B. MAXWELL plays by him-
self; he has a secret and keeps it for over two hundred
pages, and it is only when he shocks you by the sudden
exposure of it that you become aware that there ever was
a secret at all. You were given to understand that a cer-
tain man had died by accident, whereas he had really been
murdered ; but the murderer had found sufficient trouble in
the infidelity of his wife (palliated after the murder which
avenged it) to account for most of his subsequent heart-
burnings and eccentricities of conduct ; and so the reader
harbours no suspicion. Now 1 should not complain of
Mr. MAXWELL'S having his fun to himself— the prospect of
making the reader jump with surprise ; the joy of indefi-
nitely delaying that surprise. But I do complain that in
the meantime he should not have provided us with a little
more entertainment to go on with, since we could have no
share in his own sport, aloof and Olympian. For, to be
candid, there are in the centre of the book vast tracts of
dull country ; trivialities that seem to contribute nothing of
any purpose ; chapter after chapter that begin with an
ominous air of promise and lead you nowhere. The
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PUNCH, Oil THE LONDON CHARIVARI. [SEPTEMBER 24, 1913.
excellent animation of the opening pages may have made
me too sanguine of adventure ; anyhow, I had to bo content
with a very masterly analysis of character, for nothing
further happens till the very end. There is, it is true, a
most dramatic account of the process of the murder and
the paralysing terror that followed; but this is all merely
retrospective. The author could not at the same time have
the fun of keeping his murder a secret for years and years
and also the satisfaction of thrilling us with suspense over
the immediate action of it. •
Mr. MAXWELL does not trouble himself much about his
style, which is simple and inornate; ho relies upon an
unflinching realism, and seeks to create an atmosphere by
insistence on details whose cumulative effect is more recog-
nisable than the method of their selection. The Devil's
Garden is a book to be read twice ; once for the surprise
and once for appreciation of the author's irony and his
clever handling of circumstances now first seen in their
true significance. And if this review is bound to spoil your
surprise, well, you can omit the first reading and go straight
on to the second.
Priscilla, the heroine of
Mrs. ALFRED SIDGWICK'S
new novel, Below Stairs
(METHUEN), is a delightful
person, and it is pleasant to
me to think that there are
Priscillas to ba found in
almost every household ; it
is also aggravating to me toj
consider the number of Pris- \
cillas whom, in the past, 1 1
have stupidly omitted to
observe. It is to be hoped
that every head of every
house in this country will
read this book and that then
it will be passed on to every
cook and then to every house-
maid. Priscilla' s adventures
are not, for the most part, at
all highly coloured (I am
not sure about the German
governess and the gentleman
UNRECORDED ACTS OP KINDNESS.
ALFRED THE CHEAT PBESEKTS HIS MASTER OF THE BEDCHAMBER
WITH AN ALARUM.
cook), and if anyone has ever considered that an explorer in
the heart of Africa has less horrible adventures than a small
ordinary scullery-maid he will, after his perusal of this book,
be once and for ever undeceived. There is one picture, drawn
for me by Mrs. SIDGWICK, that I shall never forget— Priscilla
sitting, on a Sunday evening, terrified in a grim kitchen
that swarms with black-beetles, knowing that there is no
one in the wide world who desires her presence, expecting
to hear anon the sounds of her drunken mistress's return :
that chapter is a fine piece of realistic writing, and it is
as dramatic as it is truthful. Especially admirable is
the manner in which Mrs. SIDGWIOK enables her heroine
to experience every variety of service without straining
coincidence or appearing hasty in her development of the
story. Finally, one is left with the overwhelming con-
viction that Mrs. SIDGWICK'S own servants must have the
most delightful time,
good fortune.
I hope that Priscilla realises her
Miss MARJOEIE BOWEN has apparently been consorting
with the Pirate Captain in Peter Pan. In her new histori-
cal romance, The Governor of England (METHUEN), she
splits her infinitives in the most merciless fashion. " To
carefully thread them," " to any longer regard
" to so limit tho King's authority," " to always put him,"
" to slowly continue their walk," " to very plainly urge,"
and " to now and then make some remarks," are tho speci-
mens that I have culled from its pages, and there may be
others, though I think not, for I have read it with the care
that it deserves. Apart from these instances of her feminine
defiance of modern convention, her book is singularly free
from blemishes. In writing the story of CKOXIWELL and
CHARLES I. it would be very easy to adopt a partisan spirit.
That danger she has successfully avoided. Tho failings
and virtues of the two characters are plainly and fairly
stated, without any tendency to over-much blame or praise.
Another striking feature of her story is that, as far as I can
see, every single character in it is historical; there is thus
none of the contrast between real and imaginary persons
which so often jars in books of this. kind. Conversations
and thoughts she has, of course, invented, but so skilfully
and with such fine taste and such enlivening touches of
sound, colour, movement, atmosphere, weather and even
smell, that they always seem to be the real thing. I con-
1 gratulate Miss EOWEN on j
having made a human and!
original story out of materia
so well-worn. At the sam
time I venture to very plain]
urge her to now and the
refrain from maltreating in
nocent little parts of speed
A bswildering number
characters flutter, as it were
111. -ought the loaves of Tl
Watered Garden (STANLE
PAUL) and the whole story :
conducted by Mrs. STEPNE
BAWSON in an abrupt, jerk
style which harmonises no
at all well with my notion
of a " green oblivion." No
unless it was the rather per
ennial theme that one ough
to do some serious work-i
the world, am I at all sur
what seed of purpose th
authoress was supposed to b
cultivating in her arboreal plot. Flirtation, political am
bitions and the foundation of a quarterly review, entitle
" The Amphitheatre, " of advanced and " precious " tendencies
and costing a guinea a copy (I seem to see the gold pourin
out upon the bookstalls), occupied for tho most part th
minds of the set in which George and Ella Pardew (he a ric
retired manufacturer and she a beautiful butterfly) move<
The book purports to be the impressions of Ella's secretar
garden-mistress and confidante, and almost lady's mai<
Bettina Gale, who finally, by one of those chances rai
in actual life, inherits the place in whose garden she hf
been playing the hired Pomona, and marries a brisk your
army aeroplanist with a desperately facetious turn of phras
Bettina seems to have been a person of admirable tac
capacity and charm, but, somehow, I never got interest
in her (I think the authoress took ray sympathy too mu<
for granted), and the whole novel left me feeling rath
as if I had been in the maze at Hampton Court than (
the spacious lawns of Kew.
1 ' MEN THREATEN TO STOP
EVERY PASSENGER CARRYING VEHICLE."
Daily Mirror.
him," I " Now then, young man, put that motor-'bus down ! "
OCTOBER 1, 1913.]
PUNCH, OR THE LONDON OHAUIVARr.
279
CHARIVARIA.
WE hear that it afforded some little
consolation to RAY and YAUDON for
their failure to win tho American C!olf
Championship to see the victorious
OUIMET being kissed by excited Ameri-
can ladies. x. *
"An anonymous gift of £-r),000," says
The Daily Mail, " has been sent to the
Bishop of WINCHESTER towards the
Portsmouth Six Churches Fund. The
total is now £42,000, and only £8,000
is required." It is, of course, no affair
of ours, but we cannot help feeling a
little bit curious as to what is going to
be done with the balance.
••!.' -\~
" Are Women Clubable ? " asks a j
contemporary.
kindly reply ?
Will the Dublin police
Herr BEBEL has left a fortune of
about £47,000. Not bad this for a
Socialist. ,:. *
The fact that one of the light cruisers
of this year's naval programme is to be
called Caroline draws attention to the
curious omission of the names Mary
Ann and Jane from the Navy List.
In view of the fact that so many of
our horses are now purchased for
foreign armies it is, we hear, being
considered whether it might not be
possible to train these animals, before
they leave the country, to desert to us
in the course of hostilities.
:|: ^ :;-.
A dear old lady, hearing that the
Defender is to havo sails made of silk
for the race for the America Cup, has,
it is said, offered to present Sir THOMAS
LIPTON'S yacht with a set of satin
sails trimmed with plush, so that the
British boat shall not look shabby by
comparison.
The Standard has been publishing
the views of authors and artists on the
question of the value of illustrations in
novel.-;. The artists are in favour of
them. ,,. ...
' * "
It is a nice question whether the
translator of the play by KINO NICHOLAS
OF MONTENEGRO, which has just been
published by Mr. EVELEICIH NASH, was
well advised to retain the original
names of tho characters, considering
that one of the most prominent of
these is called Stanko.
* *
Once more — this time at Tiverton —
a family has been saved by a cat's giving
an alarm of fire. The dog world is, we
hear, much exercised at the increasing
A SUCCESSFUL TRIAL.
["Scientists arc experimenting to discover whether plants can fool pain." — Dailg Payer.]
tendency on the part of cats to usurp '
their functions, and a meeting is shortly
to be held to consider the situation,
which so closely resembles the invasion,
among humans, of men's rights by
women. ... ...
A strike on tho part of publishers'
bookbinders is threatened. Mr. MURRAY
announces that he is issuing Miss
CHOLMONDELEY'S new novel Notwith-
standing. ... ...
I ^
The Express u offering a prize of
£200 for a serial story. One of the
conditions runs : " Competitors must
enclose sufficient postage to ensure
proper return of manuscript." It is
said that a Scotch competitor has
written to enquire whether the stamps
would be returned in the event ol his
winning the prize.
Our Frustrated Feuilletona.
I. — THE COSMOPOLITAN.
DEVEREUX knew Boulogna inti-
mately. Three times had be been then
on daily trips. In many respects ha
preferred it to Brighton.
[Won't some one — Mr. ARTIIUB
APPLIN or one of those fluent follows
in the halfpenny papers — go on with
this?] '
" As II 's hook and line caught hU ej»
— ' What 's tha meaning of this?' he asked.
• Don't you know that your hook u illegal 7 ' "
Daily Teleyraph.
We should hare said something much
stronger.
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PUNCH, OR THE LONDON CHARIVARI.
[OCTOBER 1, 1913.
THE SPORTING SPIRIT.
LIKE to the tar (in COLERIDGE) who
Contrived with glittering orhs to freeze on
The stranger at the wedding feast,
I love all sorts of bird and beast,
And cannot think what I should do
Without them — in the shooting season.
But first of things that fly or run
I love the hare to mere distraction ;
I love him roast, I love him jugged,
But best I love him lying plugged,
When it has been my private gun
That put his trotters out of action.
Great is the partridge as he flies
(A natural gift) across the clover;
But often, brooking no delay,
He is a field or so a\vay
Before you grasp the thought that lies
Beneath the simple phrase " Mark over ! "
Good is the pheasant; fully fed,
He makes a most superb objective;
But so magnetic is his tail
That it attracts the deadly hail
Which should have hit him in the head,
Where blows are always more effective.
I like the bunny ; but he lacks
A sense of sport: he swerves and dodges;
Seldom runs straight — the honest plah: —
Nor keeps the open like a man,
But, even as your weapon cracks,
Enters the low haunts where he lodges.
But, oh the hare! In him I- trace
A nature nobler than' the rabbit's ; "•. . •
Big as his body (which is large
And gives the eye an ample marge)
He scorns, as something rather base,
The coney's too-secretive habits.
He nests beneath the open sky
Just where the larks compose their carols;
Sits up that you may have no doubts
Of his immediate whereabouts,
Then runs as straight as any die,
An obvious butt for both your barrels.
And that is why I love the hare
Better than all and praise him louder ;
To me hd represents the pure
And perfect type of amateur,
With whom I'd always gladly share
My last remaining pinch of powder. 0. S.
A Welcome Change.
"Tho marriage arranged between Mr. Charles Bayley and Miss
Vicleiit Brett will take place quietly at Motihari." — Statesman.
Important Ruling by the House of Lords.
" The Chairman of Committees : Before the Motion to read the Bill
a third time is taken, I would ask your Lordships to make three
small Amendments, which I can assure you. are practically nothing
more, except in one case, than setting right misprints. In page
52, line 4, the words "to prevent effectually " should read "to
effectua lly prevent . ' ' — Hansard.
After this official pronouncement we are wondering if it is
legal to under any circumstances, and if so which, use an
unsplit infinitive.
MINISTERIAL MISFITS.
MR. WINSTON CHURCHILL, on the occasion of his recent
visit to Buckingham, has elicited a stern rebuke in the
current issue of Men's Wear. The evidence is unanswer-
able, being that of the camera, which shows him " wear-
ing a square felt hat, still' linen collar with large wings, a
bow necktie, a lounge coat with flap to the outside breast
pocket, kid gloves, and trousers which look like a cross
between a pair of riding breeches and of woollen panls,
the pants part having large creases at the lower part of the
leg. To complete this extraordinary rig-out, the right lion,
gentleman thought it a iit and proper tiling to put on a
pair of button boots. These boots are the worst iniquity
in an iniquitous conglomeration of unsuitable clothing ; they
positively make one shudder."
We regret to say that Mr. CHURCHILL is not the only
sartorial offender in the Cabinet. Paradoxical as it may
appear, by far the greatest outrages against the laws of
fashion are committed by one who as a rule is scrupulously
particular in his attire — Mr. LULU HARCOURT. In him the
old saying, Corruptio optimi passima, receives a new, a pain-
fully vivid, illustration. Clad as a rule with a meticulous
correctitude, Mr. HARCOUHT is subject to occasional fits of
slovenly eccentricity, in which lie "goes Fanti" in his dress.
The last time he was seized in this way was when he was
out grouse shooting on the Yorkshire moors. To the horror
of the other members of the party he appeared in a pair of
gray flannel trousers, a frock ccat and a straw hat. Worse
still, he had dispensed with a collar and wore a pair of white
tennis boots. The Baron DE FOREST, who was one of the
party, was so much upset that, although a strict teetotaler,
he had to be revived with a stiff tumbler of sal volatile and
ammoniated quinine, while Lord LONSDALE felt obliged to
send a telegram of protest to the GERMAN EMPEROR. It is
generally felt that the doom of the Cabinet cannot be long
delayed when prominent Ministers behave in this way.
Only last week Lord HALDANE was seen at a dinner-party
wearing a white tie with, a turn-down collar! And more
than once Mr. SAMUEL has beeiji suspected_of wearing a
dicky secured with a couple of postage stamps.
PICK OF THE LITTER.
BEAGLE puppy, a fortnight old,
Squirming sluggishly in the straw,
You "re only conscious of warmth and cold
And the chastening pat of a parent paw.
Fat as butter, liver and white,
Stern and shoulder as black as jet —
Pick of the litter ? Perhaps they 're right.
Bather early to say as yet.
Well, you come of a worthy pair,
Punter and Priestess, two of the best-
Punter, who '11 sing to the line of a hare
And hold it longer than all the rest ;
Priestess, who collars the leading place
From find to finish, from cast to view —
If you 've got your mother's manners and pace,
Her nose and her bone and her ribs, you '11 do.
Mottled barrel of puppy hood,
Nuzzling muzzle cool and wet,
Next year's pride of the pack (touch wood) —
Bather early to say as yet.
Grim distemper may lurk ahead ;
Deadly "yellows" may lay you low;
Perish the thought — we '11 hope instead
For a possible pot at the Puppy Show.
PUNCH, OR THE LONDON CHARIVARI.— OCTOBER 1, 1913.
THE LANDLORD'S NEMESIS.
PHEASANT (on the eve of the First). " THEY 'EE GOING FOR ME TO-MORROW."
MR. LLOYD GEOKGE (fully armed for future events). "DIE HAPPY, BIRD1 TEN DAYS LATER
I 'M GOING FOR THEM."
[The opening of the CHANCELLOR'S Land Campaign is promised for October 11.]
OCTOJSF.R 1, 1913.]
rrxcir, OR TIIK LONDON CHARIVARI.
283
r-
Farmer (in position of absolute safety, at " sqmre leg," to golfer wlio has just driven). '"EuE, YOUXG FELLEB, YEB DIDN'T
OUGHT TO 'IT YEB BALL WHEN I *M AS CLOSE AS THIS I "
Golfer. "Do YOU KNOW ANYTHING AT ALL ABOUT THE GAME OF GOLF?"
Farmer. "YES, I DO. I WAS ONCE 'IT IN THE STOMACH! "
MY DAY'S PLEASURE.
I DISCOVERED the other day that one
could hire a motor-'bus. I immediately
took steps, and on the following morn-
ing a bright one drew up before the
door of Charlemagne Palace Mansions,
and I felt that I was going to have the
time of my lifa. I was not mistaken.
I had attired myself appropriately,
and my sister-in-law had promised to
come with me as a passenger. But
she is always late; so I drove round to
her house.
I don't mean to imply that I sat at
the wheel; there was a man for that
who knew exactly what to do, and
invariably did it — a most remarkable
man, named Wilson. No, I simply
mean I gave directions, and myself
occupied the footboard. Hence the
need for an appropriate costume. When
I say appropriate, I am willing to admit
that the bat was of rather a marked
type.
The company, who was most obliging,
bad insisted on the 'bus's being marked
Private; had insisted, in fact, with a
firmness I was not prepared for in so
urbane a personage. 1, you know, had
wanted all those nice boards, with
names : Hampstead, Bethnal Green,
and Hvdo Park Corner. But the com-
pany was as firm as a rock on this
point. It took me several minutes to
realise how firm he was.
However, lots of people didn't notice
Private, so no great harm was done.
I flatter myself, if you 'd heard me call
out things like " Tottenham Court
Road ; a penny all the way," you 'd
have thought 1 'd been doing nothing
else from infancy. My sister-in-law,
at any rate, said it was as good as a
circus. She may have been partial or
she may not, but that was what she
said.
The people wanted tickets; but I
explained that 1 was running that 'bus
as a private venture and that I was
giving them excellent value for their
money, and they were soon pacified.
Except a commercial traveller, who
was in a hurry and wanted — really did
want — to go to Tottenham Court Road.
He said be bad an appointment or
something.
" Why didn't you mention you wanted
to go to Tottenham Court Road, old
top?" I asked him.
I admitted that I had suggested
Tottenham Court Road, and I was quite
prepared (I told him) to go to Totten-
ham Court Road, or much farther, pro-
vided I could get the right sort of
passengers. But I put it to him :
" If the public won't support you,
what are you to do? "
I called his attention to the fact that
out of a load of eight or ten souls he
was the only one who seemed inclined
for Tottenham Court Road ; and I asked
him, was it fair, was it reasonable, was
it even decent that his wishes should
prevail over those of an overwhelming
majority ?
He asked me whether I went to
Hanwe'.l by any chance.
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PUNCH, OR THE LONDON CHARIVARI.
[OCTOBER 1, 1913.
I know what ho meant.
However, I gave him back his fare;
told him that no one regretted the inci-
dent more than I did; hut with one
passenger wanting to go to Tottenham
Court Road, another to Richmond, and
several to the Nag's Head, Holloway,
what were you to do? "You can't
plea-io everybody in this world," I
added as I helped him off the 'bus.^
It was my prices that fetched 'em.
My sister-in-law — I'd better call her
Rosamund at once and have done with
it — said I was putting 'em too low ;
said that no one would expect to travel
from Hyde Park Corner to Richmond,
viii Baling Broadway, for tuppence.
But, I said, you never knew what
anyone would expect in this world;
and wasn't it about time for lunch ?
It was afc this point that the old lady
who had said she wanted to go to
brought the 'bus up with a jerk right
across the tram-lines. With all the
hurry and bustle around mo I didn't
notice the trams at first, but when my
attention was called to them I saw that
we were in their way, for they extended
in a long line ever so far ; and the con-
ductors and drivers and people were all
getting off and crowding round my
'bus, except those that stayed behind
to sound their gongs. I soon saw what
would happen if this sort of thing went
on — I should get flurried.
My man was sitting stolidly at the
wheel, just as though nothing was
happening. I went round to him.
" Look here," I said to him, "I can
see what you 're trying to do — you 're
trying to spoil my day's pleasure."
The upshot of the matter was that
Rosamund talked the policeman over
and put all the blame on the chauffeur.
LITERARY GOSSIP.
A NEW venture of great interest and
attractiveness has been planned by Mr.
Goodleigh Chump, being nothing less
than a series of Banworthy Books, in
which the great elemental problems of
life will be treated with a noble and
fearless candour. The series will start
with The Confessions of a Super-Gad, by
Mr. Max Abel, in which the struggles,
privations and ultimate triumph of a
guttersnipe of genius will be traced
with that ruthless realism for which
Mr. Abel has long been celebrated.
The next volume will be The Souvenirs
of a Sliystcr. In this wonderful work
Mr. Condy O'Doll has incorporated
his variegated experiences as a lift-
boy, bootblack and sewage-farmer in
Pittsburgh and other great industrial
Richmond — who, in fact,
had been the originator of
the Richmond idea — got up
violently and announced her
intention of reporting me to
the company.
" Don't do that," I said.
" He 's such a nice man, and
he wouldn't take the least
notice of you."
" Don't you want to go
to Richmond ? " inquired
Rosamund.
But she would hold no
parley with Rosamund ;
called her names, in fact,
for talking to the conductor.
Of course I had to interfere.
1 can be firm myself when
I choose, and I was firm
with that old lady. 1
handed her off the vehicle.
We were not properly full up till
we got to Hammersmith ; then there
wasn't room to move. You talk of
strap-hangers ! You should have seen
THE IRONIES OF LIFE.
THE QUEUE WAITING FOB THE OPENING OP THE PIT AND GALLERY
DOORS, ALDWYCH THEATRE.
my 'bus.
I kept on
And to make matters worse
ringing the bell. I liked
doing that, but I didn't always do it at
the right time. The motor-man stoppsd
once, right in the middle of the traffic,
and got off his seat and came round to
me and wanted to know what the so-
and-so I thought 1 was playing at.
" It 's all right, old thing," I said. " I
only want a little practice. We '11 have
lunch at Baling Broadway, so hurry
up and get a move on you."
He went back and got such a move
on him that he nearly ran over a
policeman. It was partly the police-
man's own fault. He stood in the
road pointing out that there was some-
thing the matter with the 'bus ; it was
infringing some regulation or other.
Worse than that (so he said), it was
stopping all the trams. My man had
All the chauffeur said was :
" Never again ! "
He kept on saying this till I asked
him what he was pleased to mean by it,
and then he relapsed into an unsociable
silence.
" Look here, my man," I said ;
'I've
got a bit of a temper myself, but I 'm
thankful to say it isn't a sulky one."
He was better after that.
But the policeman, you know, made
himself very officious; said I mustn't
carry passengers, hadn't got a licence
or something. As if you wanted a
licence for a sister-in-law !
However, I needn't go into that.
Most of the passengers stuck by me
like Britons. Of course I couldn't take
any more money after what the Law
had said, but we all went on to Rich-
mond and had lunch at the " Roebuck."
It was a jolly lunch, but rather mixed,
of course. The landlady, at any rate,
seemed to think so. She said the same
as the motor-man had said :
" Never again! "
centres of the United States.
Mr. Chump has himself
written a vivid " Foreword,"
in which he asserts that in
the whole course of his career
as a publisher he has never
been so thoroughly raked up
as by Mr. O'Doll's recital.
" I read the MS. at one sit-
ting," he says, " disregarding
meals and business engage-
ments, and at the close I
could not resume the thread
of my ordinary existence
until t had taken a Turkish
bath."
Next we are promised The
Peregrinations of a Pip-
squeak, a picaresque ro-
mance by Mr. Brompton
Mr. Chump again con-
tributes a prefatory note, in which he
tells us that his reader fainted twice
during the perusal of the work in its
original form. To guard against heart
failure in the case of the public,
Mr. Chump has generously undertaken
to supply a small phial of digitalis with
each copy sold.
MacGregor.
The Land of Tosh is the gay and \
insouciant title of a volume of essays
by the witty hmmourist who veils his
identity under the pseudonym of
" Sileas." Another volume of out-
standing interest is the budget of re-
miniscences promised by Mr. Mack B.
Lalor, under the title of Horscwhip-
pings I have earned. Altogether, the
series promises to be a thumping, or,
as a witty friend of the publisher's puts
it, a Chumping success.
" ' YESTEBDAY'S FOOL' BEGINS TO-DAY."
Daily Mail.
Some people never know when to stup.
OCTOBER 1, 1913.]
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A SYMPATHETIC STRIKE.
' THERE was one little item of news in
connection with tho labour troubles in
jDublin tbo gravity of which has, it
Appears, been entirely overlooked. It
was communicated by The Daily Mail's
•.pondent, who, speaking of tbo
spread dft be strike to the farm labourers
'in (In1 neighbourhood, foreshadowed in
la stirring passage the coming of a period
of agricultural chaos. All work was at
'a standstill, and not only that, but
pnthatched stacks were rotting (ho
announced) for want of thrashing and
turnips wore decaying in tho fields.
'Our text, so to speak, will be found in
these1 last striking words, and especially
'in the unprecedented behaviour of the
'turnips.
At first wo were frankly incredulous.
'We found it hard to believe that turnips
in the month of September (when they
may generally be counted upon to make
their greatest growth) should thus, in
'defiance of Nature's laws, have sud-
'denly begun to waste away; and our
!own stacks, whenever we have had
the good fortune to possess any, have
usually endured for several weeks with-
out much damage, even if they were
unthatched. Still, the idea haunted us ;
iwe could not dismiss it from our mind.
;Wo felt that it should be looked into,
'and at last we despatched a Special
•Correspondent to investigate upon the
•spot. To-day wo are able to give his
'report — a report, wo may say, which
jhas profoundly moved us.
"I have made my way [he writes]
'through many acres of decaying turnips,
'whose odour was almost insupportable,
'to a small farm-steading seventeen miles
'from Dublin, where I have found a re-
markable state of affairs. I may say
at once that the extent of the damage
has been, if anything, underestimated.
.1 set to work without delay upon a
careful investigation. The first thing
that attracted my notice was a heap
of fire-wood near the back door. It
was entirely covered by purple fungi,
attributed by the farmer to the fact that
it had not been dusted for several days.
I ii"xt took a look at the supply of
-1 cake in the barn, which I found
in an advanced state of disintegration,
much of it already having crumbled to
dust. But perhaps the most surprising
discovery that 1 made, and one that
immediately banished my scepticism,
was when I put my head into the
hcd. After watching carefully for
some minutes I came to the amazing
conclusion that the hay was slowly
evaporating, and the farmer assured
me, with tears in his eyes, that he had
lost nearly two tons since the beginning
of last week. As I approached the pig-
TJtf Professor. " Bor, GET ME A FLY."
Kew Page. " Yzs, SIB. DEAD on ALIVE, Sis?"
sty the poor fellow laid a hand on my
arm.
"'Don'b go in there,' lie said.
' There 's trouble among the pigs."
" And indeed it was easy to see that
something was the matter, for I came
at once upon a large litter which ap-
peared to be in a state of intoxication.
" ' It was tho fomented barley,' the
farmer explained. ' We can't keep
barley these days. Come this way ; I
want to show you the blight on the
clover. . . .' "
With these grave words from onr
correspondent before us wo can only
say that we hope that long before this
report appears in print tho labour
troubles in Ireland will have come to
a satisfactory conclusion. Rumours
have reached us that the sympathetic
strike is not likely to be confined to the
vegetable kingdom. Cows are already
giving buttermilk in some places, while
hens are persistently laying last week's
eggs. We have not yet been able to
corroborate the news to hand from the
Wicklow Mountains that a flock of
sheep has been discovered with fleeces
of inferior cotton-wool. But there is no
doubt that Trade Unionism has found
a valuable ally and a new and most
powerful weapon.
CUBS.
THE bees still haunt the garden border
Though nights come crisp and cold.
And berries ripen in their order
In hedgerows manifold ;
The beech has stolen the summer's gold,
The gold of the summer sun,
And now comes in October
With skies soft and sober
And mornings full of melody and red
cubs that run.
There 's some that like an April coppice
So tender to behold ;
There's some that like the pride of
poppies
Among the barley bold ;
But I, I like an autumn wold
And a wood where summer's done.
And white hounds and limber
To sing through its timber
The melody, the melody that makes the
red fox run.
2SG
PUNCH, OR THE LONDON CHARIVARI.
[OCTOBER 1, 1913.
THE STUMBLING BLOCK.
HUSKY was practising niblick shots
when 1 looked in at his Hat the other
morning, and ho had just made a clever
recovery from tho waste-paper hasket
as I canio into tho room.
" That settles it," I said. " I was
going to offer to take a stroke a hole
next Monday ; now I shall want two.
Henry, I 'vo got a letter for you ; the
porter gave it to me as I came up."
Henry took the letter, glanced at the
writing and threw it on the tahle.
" I don't think that 's quite polite," I
said. " You should read letters which
I take the trouble to bring you.
Besides, Williams and I That is
Williams 'on tho sofa, isn't it ? How
do you do, Williams? We are naturally
eager to know who your correspondent
is."
"It's from tho solicitor to my land-
lord, if you want to know," said Henry.
"That sounds very depraved. An
ordinary solicitor is bad enough ; a
a solicitor to one's landlord "
"You can read it if you" like," said
Henry, and he gave me the letter.
" He 's never very interesting. And
you can pay the rent too if you like."
" Excuse me, Williams," I murmured,
as I opened the letter. " Tut, tut,
this is more than interesting, this is
epoch-making."
" What's the matter?"
" Listen. It 's from the solicitor to
the Westminster Incorporated Building
Society."
" My landlord, Wibs."
" Quite so. ' Dear Sir, — This is to
inform you that, as from September
29th next, Shakspeare Mansions is
the property of the Liverpool Estate
Syndicate. Take notice that from that
date all rents should be paid to the
Liverpool Estate Syndicate, and not to
the Westminster Incorporated Building
Society. Yours faithfully, JOHN BATES.'
Henry," I added solemnly, " Wibs is
no longer your landlord."
" Well, what of it ? " said Henry.
" Quite so," said Williams. Williams,
I ought to have said before, lives below
Henry. There is only one other flat in
the building, and that lias been empty
for some time.
"What of it?" I 'cried. "Henry,
Williams, my dear friends, don't you
see what has happened? "
Williams tried to look as if he did,
but obviously didn't.
" My brothers, this is what has
happened. By a corrupt bargain be-
tween John Bates and the Liverpool
Estate Syndicate you have been sold to
Liverpool. For years you have been
loyal to the Westminster Incorporated
Building Society; you have lived at
peace under the rule of Wibs ; you have
paid your rent cheerfully—
" Not cheerfully," said Williams.
" You have paid your rent loyally to
Wibs. Are you now to be robbed of !
your birthright ? Aro you to bo handed '
over to the domination of Liverpool?
All we ask," 1 went on with great
emotion, " is to remain beneath the
(lag of Westminster ; to continue to
pay rent to tho Westminster Incor-
porated Building Society ; not to be
placed under the heel of Sk Liverpool
landlord. All we demand "
"Why 'we'? said Henry. " You
don't live here."
" True. But there is a precedent for
saying ' we.' Speaking as a barrister,
I associate myself in this matter with
my clients. And, gentlemen," I went
on, " there is also a precedent for what
we are about to do. We are about to
form a Provisional Government."
" Hear, hear," said Williams.
" What we propose to do is this.
We propose to keep Shakspsare Man-
sions in trust for the Westminster
Incorporated Building Society until
such time as Wibs is ready to take it
over again. Meanwhile we will collect
the rent for him, pay the rates, repair
the crack in Henry's geyser and arm
ourselves against any attack on our
liberties. My friends, are you with me?"
Williams reflected for a moment.
' ' Suppose they send policemen against
us ? " he asked.
" They will never dare, and if they
did would a Westminster policeman
consent to arrest a fellow Westminster
man? He would eat his truncheon
rather. All we ask — • — "
" You 're not going to say it all over
again ? " said Henry in alarm.
" You '11 be very lucky if you only
get it twice," I said stiffly. " As your
leader in this revolution I do all the
talking. When the Provisional Govern-
ment is set up I shall be your president."
" Then I shall be the Finance Com-
mittee," said Henry.
" That only leaves the Army unfilled.
Williams shall be our gallant army.
I shall ba photographed taking tl e
salute from him. He has a bowler hat
already ; all he wants is a bandolier
and an indemnity fund. If you are
arrested, Williams, your family will b3
compensated — supposing they think it
necessary. Meanwhile, what about
lunch?""
" Whoever takes the rent we must
eat," said Henry. "Come along."
The Provisional Government put on
its hats and went out to lunch. It
returned, somewhat torpid, two hours
later. The Finance Committee sank
into the sofa and the Army stretched
itself on two arm-chairs. The President
rested his elbow on the revolving book-
case.
"I will now,"*T said, "address my
followers again." I waited until the
Army had said " Hear, hear," and then
went on : — •
" Gentlemen, the time for talk is
nearly over. I speak for all of us when
I say that we are inflexibly resolved
never to pay rent to Liverpool. Wo
have, as you know, already signed a
covenant to that effect, and none signed
it more willingly than myself who do
not live here and will never bo asked to
pay. Shakspeare Mansions is united in
its resolution to remain loyal to West-
minster, and so long as we are united
our liberties cannot be assailed. \Vo
have this day formed our Provisional
Government. I see before me our hard-
headed Finance Committee— asleep; our
gallant Army — with its tie all sideways.
We s&nd a message to John Bates that
we denounce his corrupt bargain, and
refuse to be bound by it. Shakspeare
Mansions, I repeat, is united —
There was a sudden surprising noise
from the ceiling — a noise like " Hitchy-
Koo."
! "What's that, Williams?" I asked
quickly.
" The man above. He 's got a pianola."
" I didn't know there was a man
above. I thought the ilat was empty."
" Ho hasn't been in long. He 's come
up from Liverpool, the porter says, to
see life."
" Oh 1 " This altered matters a good
deal. The President left the revolving
bookcase and walked up and down in
anxious thought. At last he came to his1
decision. "Williams," I said 'sorrow-
fully, " the revolution is off ; the Pro-
visional Government is dissolved ; thei
Army is disbanded."
"Oh, I say! Why?"
" A revolutionary government must;
be whole-hearted, united. It can wage!
civil war against the enemy, but it
cannot face a civil war within itself.;
I thought Sbakspearo Mansions was;
unitecl in its resistance to Liverpool
and its loyalty to Wibs; but it seems
now that one-third of it knows no
Wibs and loves Liverpool. How can
you go on in the face of that? You
can withhold your rent from your alien
landlord, but you cannot compel rent
from this alien tenant. The revolution
is over."
"Oh!" said Williams. "I'll tell
Henry when lie wakes."
I took my hat and prepared to go.
" By the way, Williams," I said, as
I opened the door, "let me remind you
that you are now an ordinary citizen
again. In future, when you get into
trouble with the police there will be no
componsation." A. A. M.
OCTOBER 1, 1913.]
PUNCH, OR THE LONDON CIIAIIIVAIM.
287
• =-5?^
"MOTHER DEAR, WIIX YOU SIT PERFECTLY STILL FOB A
MOMENT? " " CERTAINLY, DARLING."
'TlIAXKS AWFULLY, MjTHE3.'
LAPSES OF TIME.
(if ever) you have finished
your lunch," said Marjorie, " we have
an important meeting to attend on the
village green."
" If," I said, drawing to a conclusion,
" if I am to address your feudal tenants
on the Land Question I must have a
liqueur with my coffee."
George, be it said, though he is at
once Marjorie's husband and the local
squire, was at the moment elsewhere.
Behind my week-end invitation there
now appeared to be this ulterior motive,
that I should act as his understudy on
this Saturday afternoon.
" We are due to take part in the
village sports," explained Marjorie.
" They don't really want us, but would
be hurt if we didn't join in."
" But I have left my cycle and my
egg and my spoon behind me in Lon-
don," I protested.
Marjorie took a large silver watch
from the mantelpiece and handed it to
mo graciously.
" Thank you kindly, ma'am," said I,
\Vith a rustic curtsey. " To receive the
first prize before the race is run is to
be relieved of all anxiety from the start."
Marjorie took me. up quickly. "There
are three tilings to remember about it.
First, that it is a loan ; second, that
George, its owner, sets great value by
it; third, that it is a stop-watch. Are
you to be trusted with its manipula-
tion ? "
" Anybody can stop a watch," said I
haughtily.
"But the difficulty is to start it,"
was Marjorie's significant reply.
Arrived later at the village green I
at once associated myself with the
Parson and the Publican, who held the
tape between them. They had little to
say to me, so I turned to Marjorie and
discussed the political situation. " We
have before us," I said, in an eloquent
whisper, " the Church, the Licensed
Trade and the Landed Interest united
by a common bond. Is not this our
opportunity to strengthen George's
position against the assaults of the
Single Taxer ? " My flow of words was
suddenly interrupted by a pistol shot,
exactly a hundred yards away.
" Are you hurt ? " I asked her
anxiously.
She pointed to the onrush of some
half-dozen natives. " Are you ready to
stop the watcli ? " she asked breath-
lessly.
" Quite," said I, starting it.
The first heat of the hundred yards
took four and three-fifth seconds; to
the next I wouldn't swear; the third
took even less. As to the Final there
was some dispute as to who had won.
When it was settled and I was free to
resume my particular business, I dis-
covered that the time for that was
three minutes, forty-five and four-fifth
seconds, an ample period which was
rapidly increasing. Marjorie wasn't at
all pleased about it. " But you mustn't
expect too much of mere rustics," I
told her.
Before they started the mile she took
my watch off me, and the villagers,
having lost confidence, also got another
timekeeper of their own. Marjorie
blamed me very much and explained,
with illustrations, how simple it was to
work. She was still explaining when
they finished the first lap of the mile.
On her attention being called to this
fact she blushed and made a sudden
movement, on which I commented as
follows: — "Ah, yes," I said, "it's all
very well starting to time it now, but
you '11 find yourself in difficulties when
they get to the finish . . . unless you
can get them to run an extra lap for
you."
When the finish was achieved she
went very straight to the other time-
keeper. " What do you make it ? " said
she, looking confidently at her own
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PUNCH, OR THE LONDON CHARIVARL
[OCTOBER 1, 1913.
lie. "AND — AH — WHEN DID TOO COME OUT?"
Debutante. "On! BUT I WAS KEVEE IN. I'M NOT A MILITANT, YOU KNOW."
watch, which, however, the other time-
keeper was not allowed to see.
"Five minutes, five seconds and a
fifth, lady," he said.
" Oh, well, you may be right," said
she after the briefest pause. " I make
it five minutes and five seconds exactly."
And she set the watch back at once
to zero. The villagers were obviously
pleased. "There! " said Marjorie to me,
" that 's how it ought to be done ! "
Feeling that the honour of London
was at stake I determined to retrieve
the position. But there was only the
obstacle race left, and nobody seemed
interested in the timing of that. Mar-
jorie, being thoroughly pleased with
herself, was easily induced to address
the assembly in conclusion. Not till
she was surrounded by a ring of ex-
pectant yokels did she realize that,
when one rises to make a speech, one
is without a single friend, that even
one's nearest and dearest are against
one. Having begun and ended in con-
fusion she turned for support to me,
who stood just behind her.
I held the stop-watch prominently in
view. " Twelve seconds and a bittock,"
I announced in my most official voice,
and for once the villagers' sympathies
were with the Londoner.
HUMANEE LETTERS.
THE plays of the moment seem to
be curiously provocative of public cor-
respondence. Last week attention was
drawn to the misgivings of certain
members of Sir J. M. BARBIE'S audience
(who, by the way, when next they visit
The Adored One, will find all their
troubles gone), and now we seem to be
in for heated discussions on others. . .
Here, for example, is no less an
epistolary warrior than the Hon.
STEPHEN COLERIDGE (unless we are
misled by our correspondent's style and
attitude) on the track of Androclcs and
the Lion : —
" Sir, [he wrrites] it is incredible to
me that such a notoriously humane
person as Mr. BERNARD SHAW should
derive fun from the spectacle of a dumb
animal in agony, as he does in the
opening scene of his otherwise amusing
1 trifle at the St. James's Theatre. To
drag the King of Beasts into a piece of
stage mummery at all is offensive ; but
to exhibit him in the throes of pain is
unpardonable. What kind of effect
can a cynical display such as this have
on a house full (or partly full) of un-
thinking pleasure-seekers? Will it be
believed that Amlrodes, -in performing j
his operation on the poor creature's
foot, never even dreams of an. anaes-
thetic? Not that that would make it
any better in reality, as all readers of
my letters to the Press are aware ; but,
at any rate, earnest would be given of
some hope of alleviating suffering. But
no, and there is nothing for me but to
give up also Mr. SHAW, who hitherto
has been wholly on my side in my war
against callousness. Now, alas, he too
goes."
A propos of the new musical comedy
at the Shaftesbury, the advent of which
was made such a secret by the manage-
ment and the Press, an anxious houss-
holder asks : —
" Is it not more than a little tactless,
not to say unfortunate, that the title,
The Pearl Girl, should be given to a
new frivolous production at the moment
when a great legal case involving a
number (sixty-one, to be precise) of
pearls of extraordinary value is sub
judicc ? Surely any other stone would
have done as well for the purposes of
the stage — sardonyx, chrysoprase, opal,
chalcedony, agate? I enclose rny card
and sign myself FAIR PLAY."
We hold over a number of letters
from Tariff Reformers protesting against
the title of " The Ever Open Door."
PUNCH, OR THE LONDON CHARIVARI.— OCTOBEB 1, 1913.
T t"
A POSTAL DISOEDER.
JOHN BULL. " I LIKE THE LOOK OF YOU, MY LAD— BUT YOU OPEN YOUB MOUTH
TOO WIDE."
[A sttike of Post Offios Employees has boon threatened m the event of a refusal of their heavy demands for fresh concessions.]
OCTOHKH 1, 19 I.').]
PUNCH, OR THE LONDON CHARIVARI.
Country Cousin (at popular musical co::iedy, which has hid a very l-jiuj run). " How CAX THOSE ORCHESTRA-MEN SIT THEBE THROUGH
IT ALL WITHOUT A SMILE ? "
Town Cousin. "CAN'T SAY. BUT THEN I 'VE NEVER SEEN ONE or THESE THINGS JIOHE THAN A COUPLE CF HUNDRED TIMES."
EXTRACTS FROM THE JOURNAL
OF AN OSTRICH.
My First Day. — I am successfully
hatched.
While my shell was yet unbroken
I had decided I would write my life
history at the earliest opportunity ; for
I hclieve few ostriches follow a literary
career. I am the youngest of my eight
brothers and sisters ; and, as my shell
was a thick one, I was naturally rather
exhausted when I had my first peep of
my family and our home. It is a
comfortable though unpretentious nest,
merely a dent in the ground, and around
it is a sort of fence made from the old
shells we children came out of, and
some eggs which haven't hatched.
Mother always lays some extra eggs,
so that Father may have something to
play with when he takes his turn at
sitting. Yes, in our family these things
are properly divided. You see, an
ostrich egg is so precious, it must be
sat on for six weeks. Our mothers sit
in the daytime because their feathers
are a greyish brown, the colour of the
ground, and thus they can't easily be
seen by intruding humans. For the
same reason, our fathers, being black,
sit at night.
Mother says that we chicks had an
exceptionally good father, for he would
often take his place on the nest at four
in the afternoon (three hours before his
time) so that Mother should be able to
slip over the hill and have a chat with
the ostrich hen who lives there and
who hasn't any eggs to look after.
Our Mother seems rather fond of
society. She wears such lovely feathers
and carries her neck at a perfect angle.
My Second Day. — I have a tragedy
to write of to-day. How pitiful that
my young life should be saddened
almost at the outset ! Early this
morning, as soon as Mother had tidied
up our broken shells, she and Father
took us out walking in the long grass
quite a distance from home. Mother
was teaching us the right weeds to eat,
and my eldest sister — the beauty of our
family — was with Father a little way
off. We heard Father say, with great
delight, that he had found just the sort
of rusty nail his gizzard had required
lately. In fact, he came across to tell
us about it. Mother, after listening
for some time, her head thrown to one
side and a curiously sleepy expression
in her eye, which meant, I fancy, that
she had heard quite enough about
Father's digestive arrangements many
times before, suddenly raised her head
and, interrupting him in the middle of
a sentence, shrieked, " Where 's Pru-
dence ? "
Father, looking rather ashamed,
hurried back to where he thought he
had left her; but Prudence had dis-
appeared. My parents spent some
tima hunting for her, but as they are
both short -sighted and Father was
continually discovering a different blade
of grass beside which lie would declare
positively he had left her, it was hardly
surprising that our dear Prudence's
place was empty at lunch-time.
My Third Day. — Yes, I have decided
this world is a disappointment. There
seems so much discord. I feared this
the moment I hatched, and now am
certain. Still, one must worry through
it somehow, I suppose.
Father and Mother can never agree
whether china or old nails make the
better digestive foods. They frequently
spoil my sleep arguing about it at night.
Two more of my brothers are lost.
They were having a kicking match just
outside Father's feathers late last night,
and we fear a jackal must have picked
them off.
Our Farmer came this morning and
said several very impolite things to
Mother when he saw some of us were
missing, just as though it was not his
business to see we were properly pro-
tected ! What a curious species these
humans are ! I suppose we can scarcely
blame the poor things. They would
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PUNCH, OR THE LONDON CIIARIVART.
[OCTOBKK 1, 1913.
naturally have been ostriches if they
could, but really the shortness of their
necks— well, it "strikes one as scarcely
decent 1
Three Weeks Later.— I have a terrible
occurrence to chronicle to-day. Father
and Mother have been plucked. This
is one of the reasons wo hate all humans.
They take our beautiful feathers and
give us the trouble of growing more,
just so that their females— who appar-
ently can't grow feathers themselves—
may wear ours on their heads!
Our parents look so curious without
their long wing and tail feathers ; and
we shall bo shockingly short of bed-
clothes. I have registered a solemn
vow never io allow anyone to cut my
feathers off'. By the way, they really
are shaping very becomingly. I shall
be a pretty figure of a cock.
Two Years Later,— To-day I met the
dearest hen in the world.
Curiously enough, we found
on comparing notes that we
were hatched in the same
month. Her name is Nancy,
and I found her extraor-
dinarily companionable and
exactly of my own opinion
on the vital subject, namely,
that fcrass-headed nails are
really the most appetising.
Strange that a hen should
have discovered this !
One Day Later. — Two of
my sworn enemies, the hu-
mans, came this morning,
drove me into a corner of
the fence, and put a pole
across behind me. I did not
object at first as much as I
should have done at another time, for
my meeting with Nancy yesterday had
made me feel kindly disposed to all the
world. But when I saw one of the
creatures preparing to put a stocking
over mv head (for that is the igno-
minious way they treat us) I guessed
at once they meant to attempt to take
my feathers. What would Nancy say
when we met ? She would never gaze
at me again with the admiration I had
seen in her brilliant eyes yesterday. For
one mad moment I saw red, and, lifting
one powerful limb, while deftly retaining
my balance on the other, I struck — but
only air ; for the stocking descended
over my eyes at that moment.
Next Day. — I spent a fearful morn-
ing, sitting behind a bush. I felt so
extremely undressed and quite unable
to face Nancy, even though I wished
very much to walk with her. About
mid-day I saw her in the distance.
Heavens ! She had lost her feathers too.
I rushed to meet her, and we spent the
afternoon walking and comparing notes
on our awful experiences of yesterday.
Wo passed a hollow which Nancy
pointed out, saying it would be a good
site for a nest." Queer how the minds
of even intelligent hens always run on
nests ! She giggled rather, too.
A Few Weeks Later. — Nancy showed
me an egg in the hollow. Said it was
hers ! Very curious.
A Month Later. — The last few weeks
have been a happy time. Nancy thinks
with me in all things. Truly, she is a
hen of exceptionally good taste.
The hollow is now full of eggs, and
there is a ring cf them outside, remind-
ing me of my old home and making
mo vaguely uneasy. But still I could
never be expected to sit on them. For
one thing, my legs are too long.
A Few Hours Later. — Yes, it is as I
feared. Nancy says I must sit on those
wretched eggs all night. I find I can
fold my legs; but the whole thing is a
VARIATION ON THE STABS AND STRIPES, DESIGNED BY A YANKEE
GOLF ENTHUSIAST, GONE MAD OVER Hfl. OUIHEl'S VICTORY.
fearful bore and will interfere with my
literary work.
However, every ostrich to his duty,
and, at any rate, you don't catch me
going on to the eggs at four o'clock, the
way my old Father used to do.
(Not to be continued.}
THE FINEST CITY.
How it was that Antonio came to
forget himself so far as to allow a
couple of complete strangers to take
possession of half the table which,
between the hours of six and eight, I
have learnt to consider exclusively my
own, still remains a mystery. His
lapse from duty was quite inexcusable,
I know. And yet I have forgiven him.
For through his neglect I am able to
give to the world one of the most
remarkable narratives heard in modern
times.
Both intruders bore the stamp of
men about the world, and one, at least,
as I hope to show, was a raconteur of
no mean order.
As I took my seat the latter was
saying: —
" Mind you — it seemed to be just talk.
That 's all. But the extraordinary part
is this. Though it was quite a year ago
in Now York, I can remember practically
every word that was said. When the
Cockney strolled into the saloon and
looked round like a lost sheep on a
desert island, I got ready for some-
thing to happen. A man at the bar
spotted him in two seconds.
"'Jest out, sonny?' asked the
American.
" ' Yus,' said the Cockney. ' Come
over on the Mauritania yesterday.'
'"That so? Well, 'what are ye
goin' to have '.' '
" ' I '11 'avc a pig's ear,' said the
Cockney.
" ' Come again. I didn't get you."
" ' A pig's ear. That 's what we call
beer in London. Ehyrnin'
slang, yer know.'
"'Say, that's cute. But
why not have a Martini
Cocktail ? '
" ' I don't mind. You
'avin' one?'
"'Sure.'
" After a couple of sips
the Cockney expressed his
approval thus : —
" ' Well, my olo China,
they say there's no bad
beer. But I '11 -lay six -to
four the man what drinks
this for a fortnight '11 say
all beer 's rotten.'
" ' So. Glad you like it.'
"'Yus. And I like the
'ole town on the quiet.
New York is the finest city 'artside
'eaven. And I ain't kiddin'.'
" ' Oh, Gee ! Not so faast,' said the
American deprecatingly. ' I '11 allow
N'York is some village, but — the finest
city outside heaven ? No, Sir.'
"'But I 'm tellin' yer. Why, look at
yer sky scrapers ! Look at that statue
in the 'arbour t Look at yer streets all
laid art so as you carn't make no
mistakes 1 What do yer want better
than Broadway by night, with all the
beautiful lights and the signs goin' in
and art, and what not ? Thumbs up,
New York, every time.'
" ' Now go easy, son. Remember
you 're speakin' to a guy who was over
in Europe and took in your London
laast fall. Wa'al, I 've seen some, but
your Lei-cester Square and Piccadilly
Coircus — Gee ! '
" ' Oh, I ain't savin' nothink against
the smoke,' remarked the Cockney
tolerantly. ' Only as regards to bein'
the first City when it comes to enterin'
for the world 'andicap I say London is
one of the also's.'
OCTOBEB 1, 1913.]
PUNCH, OR TJIB LONDON CHAIUVAPJ.
293
Huntsman (to irate farmer). "NEVEB "BAUD SUCH LANGUAGE is MT BOBS DAYS. I'M ASHAMED FOB TUB 'OCSDS TO OVER'EAR IT."
" ' But see here. You 're not wise to
your own City, or you wouldn't talk
like that. We got nothin' over here to
compare with your Saint Paul's, your
houses of Congress, your parks. And,
Sir, the way your traffic is regu-lated !
And the civility of your trolley-car
conductors! Above everything, the
comfort of your rail-road system, and
your rapid transit in all di-rections !
Yes, Sir. You got us skinned to
death. London is the finest city on
this oirth. And anyone who says
contrairy is not the Wise guy I guessed
you to he when you carne through that
openin'.'
" ' What do yer mean abart bein' a
wise guy? Can't I 'ave my opinions
as well as you? And ain't they as
good ? ' asked the Cockney, thoroughly
roused.
" ' Now cut that out, son. I don't
want you to git me rattled. But see
here. We can settle this right now.
If the boys are agreeable, we 11 take a
ballot as to which is the finest city of
the two.'
" ' Eight-o ! ' said the Cockney, • I '11
stand by that.'
" Well, to cut a long story short,
they took the ballot. Whereupon
every one of the twenty odd New
Yorkers in the saloon gave London the
palm. That 's all."
A hush, almost of reverence, followed
the speaker's abrupt finish. He had
been talking in a fairly loud voice, and
Panini's is a somewhat select little
place. Diners of all descriptions had
laid down their eating utensils and
strained their ears to catch every word.
The hush lasted only a few moments,
and was succeeded by a low murmur
of satisfaction, to the effect that " these
Yankees aren't as bad as they 're
painted 1 "
One old gentleman, with unmistakable
stars and stripes written over him,
made no attempt to conceal his interest
and astonishment, but stared open-
mouthed at the occupants of our table.
Antonio himself had been hovering
round with a weird smile on his face
from the beginning.
I held out my hand for the bill,
and then groped in a dazed fashion
for my hat.
The raconteur's companion had
listened stonily to the whole recital.
Now he took a sovereign from his
pocket, and pushed it without enthu-
siasm across the table.
" You 've won," he said sadly. " That
was a stranger dream than mine."
THE "HAPPY MOMENTS"
COMPETITION.
(A retrospect.)
A SONQ of " happy moments." To
pursue
The wraith of pleasure for a fort-
night's span
Behind a lens and shutter will not do ;
I leave the pictures to some other
man ;
Enough for me to chronicle in rhyme
The brighter memories of a tedious timc_
A \vasp and Aunt Eliza ; Uncle John
Starting the motor; Alice and her
swain
A-cooing ; Maud with hrassie ; at
mid-on
Her caddie, very nearly cut in twain ;
Myself, with contributions to the Press
Eejected ; Eve, in last year's bathing-
dress.
A song of happy moments — very brief ;
A single stanza has sufficed to state
Their details. Alfred, to his lasting
grief,
Took all six portraits on a single plate,
And, smashing the result, provided
•what
I thought the happiest moment of the
lot.
PUNCH, OR THE LONDON CHARIVARI.
[OCTOBER 1, 1913.
A GREAT REFORMER.
Miss Toovey lias deserved well of
the public in vailing an authoritative
Life of her maternal uncle, the late Mr.
Kumnuel 1'orpentine, whose demise a
year ago at an almost over-ripe old age
occasioned such widespread regret ; for
this is pre-eminently one of those Lives
of Great Men which are sent to remind
us that with a little luck wo may all
hope to pilot our own careers to a
similarly -sublime- altitude. In five
hundred and seventy-three well-printed
pngos, enlivened with a unique series
of portraits of the great inventor from
the age of two upwards, Miss Toovey
has given us a fascinating narrative,
and has at the same time raised a
handsome monument to one whose
name has been writ not in water but
in indelible ink on the pages of his
country's social annals.
The name of Porpentine is famous for
all time as that of the original inventor
of the moustache-cup. In millions of
British homes to-day the solid (or
rather liquid) comforts of the breakfast-
table and the more elegant amenities of
afternoon tea are strikingly enhanced
by the employment of this beneficent
device. But how many of those who
possess what a gifted writer has pic-
turesquely d3scribed as " mouth-frills,"
and who must be grateful every day of
their lives for the protective ingenuity
of Mr. Porpentine's invention, are aware
of the vicissitudes and public obloquy
it experienced before it attained to its
present-day popularity? With deft
lingers the curtain is lifted on the
thrilling events connected with its birth,
and we are given a lively presentment
of the great struggle and of its heroic
protagonist.
" A man without moustachios," says
Miss Toovey in an arresting Foreword,
"is like beef without mustard"; and
this infectious enthusiasm for her hero's
most distinguishing feature gives the
book a peculiarly engrossing interest.
Quite early in bis adolescence Mr.
Emanuel Porpentine boasted an un-
usually heavy and handsome pair of
what his biographer calls " main's
crowning glories." A native and a
leading citizen of Mugshead, where his
father had been one of the founders
of the Postdiluvian Primitive Chapel,
until his fortieth year he was abso-
lutely unknown to the great mass of
his countrymen, although his striking
personality, combined with the posses-
sion of a fruity and full-bodied bass
voice, had already made him a local
celebrity. Miss Toovey draws a vivid
word-portrait of Mr. Porpentine as he
appeared at this time : — -
He was a tall, handsome man, and of a
rotundity that was no more than agreeable.
Ho carried Ins weight well, and the habit ho
had of rising en hi< tees as he walked pave
him an appearance of elasticity and perfect
balance that removed all suspicion of heavi-
ness. He was accounted a good, if deliberate,
dancer. His eyes and what could bo dis-
cerned of his initial chin betokened great
determination of character, and he had a way
of twice repeating everything he said that lent
a wonderful force to his most commonplace
utterances. His complexion, again, was r:ch ;
but it was his moustachios that singled him
out ns a man in a million. With their golden
prk'e challenging the world, as it were, and
almost completely veiling the lower part of his
face f com the public view, ho seemed a verit-
able Viking returned to life. A contemporary-
statistician estimated that if each sinf le hair
were joined end to end they would reach from
the Mugshead Infirmary to Temple B.;r. But
mere figures of tins kind, however accurately
calculated, can convey no idea of the brilliant
and luxuriant growth of the virgin forest that
flourished beneath Mr. Porpentine's well-
modelled nose.
Like ARCHIMEDES, NEWTON, and
other celebrated pioneers of research,
Mr. Porpentine made his momentous
discovery by accident. It should be
mentioned that, after four decades of
consistent celibacy, he had betrothed
himself to the lady who subsequently
became the partner of his triumph.
Miss Euphemia Gussett — such was the
name of his elect — was a woman of
remarkable character, and, although
she brought all the appreciation of her
sex to bear upon the unique quality of
her future husband's caresses, she took
firm exception to salutations performed
just after he had been partaking of
liquid nourishment, portions of which
had a way of adhering to the well-
developed feature so effectively described
above. In fact, she firmly refused to
embrace him on these occasions at all
until he had devised some method of
preventing the contamination. "Evi-
dently," observes Miss Toovey in one
of those epigrammatic asides that make
her volume one long surprise-packet,
" the young lady was of opinion that
kissing goes by flavour; and, when
the consequences of her ultimatum are
considered, few will censure her fastidi-
ousness."
Mr. Porpentine, who was not of a
disposition to brook such an abrogation
of a fiance's privileges, spent anxious
days and sleepless nights in vain efforts
to tackle the problem. The solution
came suddenly one morning at break-
fast. At this important meal he was
in the habit of reading the local news-
paper, and on the morning in question,
being deeply engrossed in an article
which contained the daring suggestion
that Mugshead should he provided with
a drainage system, he lifted his coffee-
cup to his lips without removing his
eyes from the paper. By accident the
top of the cup became partly covered by
the journal, leaving but a narrow open-
ing for the passage of the fluid, while
at the same time his moustacho was
amply protected from contact there-
with. In a flash Mr. Porpentine's
discerning mind grasped the possibilities
of this fortuitous revelation, and the
invention of the world-renowned appli-
ance that was destined to bring him
fame and fortune was practically
accomplished there and then.
The appearance of the moustache-
cup on the market was hailed at first
with almost universal derision, and in
scores of lampoons and vitriolic news-
paper articles its inventor was held up
to public ridicule. Even sermons were
preached against it. But gradually
Mr. Porpentine succeeded, by unlimited
grit and pluck, in wearing down all
opposition, and in a few years' time he
had the satisfaction of reaping a rich
material reward from his benevolent
enterprise.
We cannot leave the volume without
some reference to the intimate glimpses
of domestic life with which Miss Toovey
furnishes her readers. Besides being a
chivalrous husband, a devoted father,
and a striking figure of a man who left
a deep impression wherever he moved,
Mr. Porpentine was endowed with a
fund of sterling wisdom that frequently
rose to the level of wit. Some of his
obiter dicta are well worth recording.
" Poverty," he was fond of remarking,
" is no disgrace ; neither are the mumps.
But both are ridiculous." He had a
healthy contempt for all unproductive
work. Once he was discussing poetry
with a friend, who ventured the obser-
vation that " poets are not made."
"And as a rule," rejoined Mr. Porpentine,
" they make nothing." On another
occasion a young and unknown writer
who aspired to the hand of his only
daughter was pulverised with the retort :
" Sir, we Porpentines need no quills."
To the end of his days he preserved the
same unaffected bonhomie that had, as
a young man, made him the darling of
Mugshead Society, and his death caused
a wide gap in the circle of his many
acquaintances. As his biographer
rightly observes, he has left footprints
on the sands of time which it will be
very difficult to obliterate.
A Sultry Autumn.
The summer of St. Luke is nice
Compared with rain and storm,
But when it makes me long for ica
I find it too Luke warm.
The Force of Example.
"Pcgoud, at height of 2,500 feet
gave two exhibitions of upside down
flying, considerably startling spcc-
-utvjtBu; JIB aqi ui SUAV OH -sao^}
hour, and is to fly again later."
Liverpool Eclio.
OCTOIIEB 1, 1913.]
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PANSIES.
TCFTED and bunched and ranged with careless art
Here, where the paving-stones are set apart,
Alert and gay and innocent of guile.
The little pansies nod their heads and smile.
With what a whispering and a lulling sound
They watch the children sport about the ground,
Longing, it seems, to join the pretty play
That laughs and runs the light-winged hours away.
And other children long ago there were
Who shone and played and made the garden fair,
To whom the pansies in their robes of white
And gold and purple gave a welcome bright.
Gone are those voices, but the others came,
Joyous and free, whose spirit was the same ;
And other pansies, robed as those of old,
Peeped up and smiled in purple, white and gold.
For pansies are, I think, the little gleams
Of children's visions from a world of dreams.
Jewels of innocence and joy and mirth,
Alight with laughter as they fall to earth.
Below, the ancient guardian, it may hap,
The kindly mother, takes them in her lap,
Decks them with glowing petals and replaces
In the glad air the friendly pansy-faces.
So tread not rashly, children, lest you crush
A part of childhood in a thoughtless rush.
Would you not treat them gently if you knew
Pansies are little bits of children too ?
E. C. L.
THE EEFERENDUM.
WISHING to be, if possible, more than ever on the safe
side, one of our more popular dailies has recently called
upon its readers to assist the editor in making up his
columns. With every copy of the paper on a certain date
was issued a stamped circular asking for criticism and help.
It ran thus : —
"Tho Editor of the
would be greatly obliged
by the speedy return of this slip with an answer to the
question upon it ; for only by obtaining the information thus
desired can he confidently go to work to prepare a budget
which shall really fulfil the best ideal of a daily paper — that
is, to give the public what the public wants.
" What subjects of public interest do you consider are at
the present time insufficiently treated in our columns '? "
As an enormous number of replies was received — a number
certainly six times as large as that of the circulation of any
penny morning paper — the work of tabulation was neces-
sarily arduous, but the figures were recently got out.
To the editor's question, 465,326 readers replied, Football ;
235,473, Golf; 229,881, Flying, and 2, Foreign Politics.
"Clerk Wanted."
"Here on Christmas Eve, 1306, the Vicar murdered the cleik as
he went to strike the bell early in the morning, as was his usual
custom." — The Hinging World.
An unpleasant custom, particularly in a vicar.
From an article on " The Eector's Garden Party " in the
Nortliendcn Parish Magazine : —
"How that long procession of urn carriers reminded one of the cup-
bearers at Belshazzar's feast [ "
Having been to neither entertainment we are not in a
position to comment upon this. But we fancy that the
lector will think this comparison an unfortunate one.
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PUNCH, OR THE LONDON CHARIVARI.
[OCTOBER 1, 1913.
AT THE PLAY.
" MAUY GOES FIKST."
IT is just as well for Mr. HENRY
ABTHUB JONES that Miss MAIUK TEM-
PEST'S personality is so popular tliat it
is of little consequence what she plays
in. She has only to bunch her lips and
blink her half-closed eyes and a rap-
turous public is content. Still she
must have something to say, and so
Mr. JONES has manufactured for her a
four-act comedy on the rather thin
theme of envy, spite and malice in the
matter of the Honours List. Of course
not every house in London was open to
him, for the actor-manager who still
belongs to the order of the Great Un-
knighted, and is therefore free to ridicule
the methods by which titles are con-
ferred, is a rare figure. But this is
Miss TEMPEST'S season at The Play-
house and there he was safe.
For a play that is just meant to
amuse, and makes no appeal to the
intelligence, Mary Goes First began
very heavily. In the two scenes of the
First Act there was scarcely a smile.
Later on, as it became more frankly far-
cical, there were moments that invited
to laughter. But in the mutual jealousy
of a pair of provincial female snobs
there was never enough fresh stuff for
a whole evening's work.
Still I learned something about local
manners. In the best suburban circles
of Warkinstall you introduce a medical
guest as Dr. So-and-so of Hurley Street.
And you go in to dinner like this : your
host gives bis arm to the leading lady,
and then pauses for a brief dialogue.
At its conclusion the butler announces
dinner, and you all move off. This is
relatively simple. But things are com-
plicated when the claims of the leading
lady (wife of new knight) threaten to
be usurped by those of Another (wife of
new baronet). In the play the former is
taken ill and has to undergo a rest cure
in the cloak-room. Compelled at last by
her husband to mount to the drawing-
room, she bursts into a flood of tears,
and, refusing consolation, rehearses
her woes before an embarrassed com-
pany. The dinner grows colder every
minute (and I, for one, colder still).
No solution is at hand, and it looks as
if we shouldn't even get away to sup-
per, when the new queen of Warkin-
stall has an inspiration. She offers
her own arm to the ex-queen (who is
on the stout side), and, to evade the
vexed question of precedence, they stick
in the door together.
It is unusual for two dinners to be
given in one play by the same host to
the samo guests. A pronounced varia-
tion in the procedure was therefore
almost imperative, and Mr. JONES
seems to have recognised this. Cer-
tainly no one who witnessed tho
remarkable preliminaries of the second
of these two meals had any right to
complain that the dramatist lacked in-
vention. For my part, I am conscious
' of having done a great injustice to
provincial society. I see now that its
! annals are not nearly so colourless as
' I supposed.
Most of the fun — a little antiquated,
some of it — turned on Lady Dods-
icorth's wigs and complexions, which
were made tho object of libellous com-
ment by Mary Whichello, who went so
far as to say that her rival looked like
an "impropriety." It was the concrete
suggestion underlying this term that
MARY'S FIRST WRIT.
Mary Whichello . . Miss MARIE TEMPEST.
Felix Galpin .. .. Mr. GRAHAM BHOWKE.
provoked the infuriated husband to issue
a writ. But at the last moment the
injured party declined to sesk satis-
faction in the courts, for fear that she
might be required to exhibit to the jury
the artificial aids to beauty which had
provoked the alleged libel. All this
was good matter for a brief farce, but
nothing more.
MARIE, of course, was first past the
judge's box (as I am confident she
would have been if her case had come
into court), and Mr. GKAHAM BROWNE
was a good second. Of the rest it may
be said that they " also ran." This was
no fault of Mr. FRANCE (as Whichello)
or Mr. MUSGHAVE (as Sir Thomas Dods-
ivorth, Knt.). The behaviour demanded
of the former was too extravagapt for
comedy, and the latter was a figure
which might have come straight out of
DICKENS in his worst mood of insistent
overstatement.
It is right to add that Mr. HENRY
ARTHUR JONES'S trifle seems to have
taken the wilful fancy of the public,
which is probably what he wanted ; so
that he can easily do without my best
flattery. 0. S.
THE LITTLE EEYENGE.
TOM, when, your holiday ended, home-
ward you wended to town,
Flaunting a face that the breezes bad
bronzed to the orthodox brown ;
Proudly you prattled of Plashville,
almost as though you 'd alone
Called into being its mud-flats, blest
them with bilgy ozone.
Choking my yawns with an effort,
Tom, I allowed you to prate,
Merely remarking (inside me), "Just let
the imbecile wait ;
I too shall have a vacation, I '11 have
a tale to reveal,
I too will show a proboscis brazenly
starting to peel."
Well, I 've been wallowing lately far
from the taxi-cab's roar,
Out where the rag-time was ringing
down the salubrious shore ;
Fishermen (splendid in oilskins) filched
me my food from the sea ;
Only last Monday your Herbert ate
several winkles for tea.
Tom, did you roam among seaweed
luscious and wondrous and rare,
Walk where the resolute shrimper
bearded his prey in its lair?
I have done this, yea, and further,
stalking the twain as they browsed,
Once I took two single-handed — 1 am
a wonder when roused.
Tom, I have bathed in the briny,
going right up to the waist,
Paddled for hours at a stretch, Torn,
chartered a donkey and raced ;
And, now that I 've told you about it,
shall we agree to esteem
Honours are even between us '? Friend,
shall we alter the theme ?
The Ever-Encroaching Sex.
"The 3,600 boys with their maters as
contingent and company commanders were
organised into a brigade of four battalions."
Madras Mall.
" The man who would invent a silk hat that
would do really well for a suit lining would
make a fortune."— Sunday Times.
At the Halls, of course, a? a humorist.
"Somewhere in North London there is a
pearl worth £2,000 literally asking to be
found! " — Daily Mirror.
Scientists who have listened carefully
outside oyster beds report that this
is probably the only pearl in existence
that talks literally.
OCTO:IKK 1, 1913.]
PUNCH, OR THE LONDON CHARIVARI.
297
Countryman (wlto has come to London by excursion with a party of villagers and get separated and lost his way). " 'AvE YOU SEEN
ANY OP OUR LADS ABOUT?"
OUR BOOKING-OFFICE.
Mr. Punch's Staff of Learned Clerks.)
MB. WELLS, in his new novel, The Passionate Friends
(MACMILLAN), has, I feel, complicated his difficulties by
having his story told by an elderly father for the benefit of
an extremely youthful son. I can see young Stratton,
arrived at years of discretion, feeling that he must, alas,
read all this heavy pile of manuscript, struggling through
it, and then wondering how it applies to the exciting and
entirely original passion that is colouring his own life at
the moment. Mr. WELLS himself undoubtedly forgets,
from time to time, the device that lie has adopted, flings
hurried "little sons" upon the paper and then hopes that the
illusion is sufficiently maintained. Telling the story in the
first person is a pleasant and easy method for a novelist, and
permits him to enlarge upon his experiences of India, China
and Lapland, his theories about art and education, and, if
Mr. WELLS is the author in question, his ideals of govern-
ment and social tolerance. I the more regret the haphazard
inconsequence of some chapters in The Passionate Friends,
because the love story of Stratton and Mary Christian is
of fine quality. Lady Mart/ herself comes as a living parson
to tho reader only at certain moments in the novel, and
Mr. WELLS has been bewildered at times between the
things that ho wishes her to say on behalf of her sex and
the things that she naturally, as an individual human being,
would say spontaneously. Her long letter, towards the
end of the book, is an admirable statement of the position
of the modem woman, but it is the voice of Mr. WELLS
and not of Lady Mary. I hope that, in his next book, Mr.
WELLS will not allow himself the easy latitude of a narrative
in the first person, and that he will restrain some persistent
mannerisms. There are many pages in this book that are
finer than anything that he has yet given us, but there are,
here and there, signs of carelessness and hasty writing.
When we first meet Amory Towers, the heroine of Tlie
Two Kisses (METHUEN), by Mr. OLIVER ONIOXS, she is, if
not actually "wasting Christian kisses on a heathen idol's
foot," doing something very like it. She is kissing the
marble cheek of the Antinoiis in the Louvre. Shortly after-
wards, at an artist's party, a young man " with restrained
manners but a hardy eye " ventures to kiss her. From that
moment she makes up her mind that she will devote the
' rest of her life to embracing Art and avoiding being em-
braced by Man. She is never going to many. She is simply
going to paint great pictures and have long conversations on
the Soul, Art, Philistines, Eugenics, TOLSTOI and WEININGER
with her platonic friend Mr. Pratt. Unfortunately, Mr.
Pratt comes into money and an estate in Shropshire, cuts
that beautiful hair of his that u?ed to cling like tendrils
over the back of his soft grey collar, replaces this article
with one of the stiff up-and-down kind, and begins to sug-
gest marriage like some ordinary conventional person who
I has never heard of PLATO. Finally he induces her to
marry him; and there Mr. ONIONS leaves them, while the
grim old gentleman who was painting-master to both of
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[OCTOBER 1, 1913.
them remarks to a friend, "Perhaps Pratt knows at least
one little bit about Life by this time." If I know Amory,
I feel that be do?s, poor fellow. It has taken Mr. ONIONS
sonic time to tear himself away from the great Jeffries
murder-case; but no one can say that he has done it half-
heartedly. The Tiro Kisses is one long laugh from be-
ginning "to end. I have seldom read a book so crammed
with quotable passages, so full of admirable thumb-nail
sketches of character. I defy anyone with a sensa of
humour not to revel in Mr. Wellcome, Mr. Edmondson, and
the other dwellers in the boarding -house, "Glenerne."
Best of all, parlmps, though he comes into the book too
American publicity expert of
noo edifice " •which he was de-
lennincd to run on " noo methods." I hope Mr. ONIONS is
going to make a practice of writing his books in threes.
I want at least two more volumes about the people of Tlie
Two Kisses.
late, is Mr. Miller, the
Ilallou'cU's Stores — that
Tommy Johnson' t name was not really Tommy Johnson,
yet, for reasons not wholly intelligible but mostly connected
with the pride of the lady he proposed to marry, he was
loath to divulge himself
to the world as the miss-
ing Sir Theodore Champ ;
01 the other hand, lie
was not ready to allow
the title • and estate of
that Baronet to remain
even in temporary abey-
ance. Determined, then,
upon a locum tencns
while his retiring mood
lasted, ho gave the go-
by to all his Bohemian
friends, who, being im-
pecunious actors, would
have been glad of and
competent for the role,
and employed a genteel-
looking wastrel whom
he met on Southwark '-
Bridge. The business of impersonation, never too arduous
in novels, was less exacting in this instance even than
usual ; none of the people concerned had seen the
proper Baronet since his earliest infancy or had any but
the vaguest idea what he ought to look like. Moreover,
they were astonishingly willing to accept the first claimant
for the post without insisting on any substantial proof of
identity, an attitude difficult to understand in the next-
of-kin. Much point was indeed made by Mr. EDWIN PUGH
of the necessity of the understudy's possessing one brown
eye and one blue, but none of the relatives and friends
thought to observe the colour of either eye of either Sir
Theodore until the so-called Tommy, at a later stage, insisted
upon it. Even when they did look they do not seem to have
been very much impressed. They accepted the impostor off-
hand and refused to part with him when the genuine article,
upon a second and wiser thought, asserted himself. In
such circumstances it was not to be expected of the impostor
that he should voluntarily sacrifice ease and affluence and
return to Southwark Bridge. . . . Certainly there is little
that is new and less that is true in The Proof of the
Pudding (CHAPMAN AND HALL), but I am equally certain
that there is no harm and plenty of fun in it.
part than it does in 0 Pioneers I (HEINEMANN). It is a tale,
as you may just possibly have guessed from the title, about
the settlers in a new country, and a vigorous, earthy and
altogether unusual tale it is. The name of the writer, Miss
WILLA SIBEET GATHER, is unfamiliar to me, but I daresay
she has a transatlantic reputation, and, if so, it is certainly
deserved. Her story is of a family of Swedish folk, pioneer
settlers in Nebraska, and their early hardships ; how, under
the leadership of the girl Alexandra — left guardian and
controller of her brothers by a far-seeing father — these
troubles were overcome ; and of the later prosperity that
came to the little clan in consequence of her management.
There is also thrown in a rather belated sensation in the
latter pages — jealousy and a double murder ; but somehow
I could not be greatly moved by this. Nor could I reconcile
the very attractive coloured illustration of a fashionably
dressed young lady with my own conception of the practical
and hard-working A lexandra. But these are minor matters.
What really counts is the vivid sympathy with her scene
that Miss WILLA SIBERT GATHER (if I may say so with all
respect, what remarkable names these American novelists
do have !) clearly possesses ; it has enabled her to convey
an impression of the
land, both wild and
tamed, which alone
would suffice to confer
distinction on her work.
THE WORLD'S WORKERS.
THE BARLE5T-SUGAB TWISTEB.
It is not uncommon to speak of this or
being " redolent of the soil," but I think I
in which the soil played a more actual and conspicuous
the other book as
never mat a story
Of Mrs. Day's Daugh-
ters (H ODDER AND
STOUGHTON), Delcah was
much too good, and Bessie
much too bad, to be true.
Mrs. MANN has made al-
together too symmetrical
a pattern. From the
moment of William
Day's disgrace and
death, demure, delightful
Deleah faces all mis-
fortunes with courage,
breaks, of course un-
consciously, all adjacent male hearts, and is finally folded
in the arms of the benevolent baronet, Forcus ; while
Bessie, bold and brazen, setting her cap at all and sundry,
with the dull, disastrous
I can never bring myself
failing in every duty, is left
draper, Boult, for her portion.
to believe that in a given household there can long
bo any doubt as to which of the inmates is in love with
which of the callers, but our author makes a liberal use
of such mystifications. And, by the way, I wonder if
Mrs. Day would have said, "Environment has told on
Bessie," so many years before the popularising of the
Darwinian jargon ? And I also wonder whether the author,
writing (on p. 193) Peggie for Bernard, is really visualising
her scenes very keenly, or is just turning out so many
thousand words of wholesome story, somewhat over-
weighted with gloom, rather arbitrarily or (one might put
it) negatively dated, such as will ruffle no library censor's
breast, will please many of Mrs. MANN'S admirers and will
disappoint a few who know her capable of better and less
"phenomenally " facile stuff.
Modesty is at war with loyalty in Mr. Punch's breast
when a book by one of his own family comes in for review.
But no one, he hopss, will carp at him if he simply calls
the attention of the many friends of Captain KENDALL to
a new collection of " DUM-DUM'S " verses, published by
CONSTABLE under the happy title of Odd Numbers.
OCTOBER 8, 1913.]
PUNCH, Oil TIIK LONDON CHARIVARI.
299
CHARIVARIA.
Mil. REDMOND says that his motto is,
" Full steam ahead towards the mouth
of tho harbour." He soems to forget
that ships arc sometimes wrecked at
the harbour bar. In this instance the
Bar is represented by Sir EDWARD
N and Mr. F. E. SMITH.
Sir ALMROTH WRIGHT'S trenchant
attack upon tho militant suffragist
iiiou'inent comes from tho house of
CON STABLE. It speaks well for the
self-control of tho Force that a Con-
-itahle should not have hit back before
this.
*
Sir ALMROTH declares that there are
no good women. This is a -
hit rough on his mother — if
the rumour that he had one
lie true. .... ...
Yet another millionaire
has died, making tho fifth
who has done so during the
present financial year. This
willingness to help him out
with his Budget is looked j
upon by Mr. LLOYD GEORGE!
as valuable disproof of thej
statement that ho is hated !
b the rich. ... ...
the dignity of our sex that he was only < Chicago aviator, has wooed and won a
knitting his brows at the sight of the [wealthy bride in his air-ship. It is
unofficially reported that the words of
the proposal were, " Will you bo my
l)]-;ixen minxes.
Mr. BOURCHIEH has been complaining
that English theatrical audiences are
unintelligent. Mr. BOURCHIER is one
of our most popular actors.
"NEW HARDY PLVV,"
announces The Daily Moil. This is
what theatrical managers have been
wanting for some time. So many
recent plays have lacked durability.
A play by Mr. G. K. CHESTERTON
will be produced shortly at the Little ! youngsters.
Theatre. Mr. CHESTERTON should be
ureas?
" :|: "
Two boys, who arc described as being
scarcely out of their teens, held up the
New York to New Orleans express
train last wesk, and escaped with
£20,000. This happened near Bibville,
Alabama. Tho taking ways of Ala-
bama coons have long been recognised,
and, if names mean anything, Bibvillo
must be the babies' own town, and
these evidently develop into precocious
able easily to fill this tiny house.
Mr.
threat
J. M. ROBERTSON'S
of withdrawing alii
facilities from Ulster |
has, it is reported, caused [
trouble between him and the
POSTMASTER - GENERAL. Mr.
ROBERTSON is said to have
received the following
peremptory and somewhat
pathetic cable from America
off mv letters— SAMUEL."
From an observation made at Green-
wich it has been proved that
the "new" comet discovered
by an Argentine astronomer
is Westphal's comet, which
returns every sixty-one years.
The faithful little beast!
The homing instinct in some
comets is wonderful.
A volume on Girton
College is to be added by
Messrs. BLACK to their
" Beautiful Britain " series.
The girl students, who are
so frequently accused of cul-
tivating their brains to tho
detriment of their personal
appearance, must be pleased
at this vindication.
THE PROBLEM OF DIVIDED IRELAND SOLVED BY A SIMPLE FEAT
OF ENGINEERING — IF SCOTLAND MAKE NO OBJECTIONS.
Hands
A valuable old English Bible, printed
in 1G03, •which was left in a public-
house near Victoria Station, is, it is
announced, now in the possession of
the Pirnlico police, who are anxious to
discover the owner. It is thought that
it must have been left there by an
absent-minded divine.
A report just issued shows that only
thirty-eight elephants were shot in the
Eastern African Protectorate during
1911-12. This is due to the fact that
heavy licence - fees are charged for
killing elephants, and the sport is thus
confined to millionaires who can hit
hay-stacks. .:. .;.
The same report t*I!s u? that during
the year nearly two hundred rhinoceros
were bagged. This is too many. We
should be sorry if these pretty creatures
" there were in a third-class compart- Were to become extinct.
ment two women smoking cigarettes j
and a man knitting." Let us hope for j Mr. LOGAN ViLAS, a prominent
The Socialist delegates assembled in
conference at Stuttgart have rejected a
proposal for the erection of a monu-
ment to their late leader, Herr BEHEL.
History is certainly against a Tower of
Bebel being practical politics.
"Russia turns out the best dancers to-
day," says-a contemporary. " And India
to-morrow," says Miss MAUD ALLAN.
Sir EDWARD HENRY has decided that
there are to bo special police vans for
ladies. It only remains now to hope
that these will he sufficiently patronised
to make the experiment worth while.
" As a train went out of Paddington
Station the other day," we are told,
" Evidence showed that tho
accused had left a basket at the
cloakroom. Later he called and
asked to be allowed to go into the
basket." — Scotsman.
But he couldn't escape the police like
that.
Another Baboo Letter.
"HELL!
MY KIXD MASTER, MISTRESS, & MIBS SAHIB, —
I handfully beg in your kind feet Sirs If truth is
something on a world for God sake belevo tq
me. I am in a great distriss so I dont want
any sort of trouble to master except take a few
minutes to write a word to any of these under-
mentioned officer who coming out to India in
next cold season weather any officer engage
me on trial.
li I will get any job by masters kindness
one doz hungry men will pray
Sir Excuse for bother
My humble salaam to all."
" MR. ILLINGWOBTH PAYS.
Mr. Illingworth led through the turnstile
and tabled the pier dues for the Chancellor."
Glasgow Evening Times.
If the reporter had been listening as
well as watching, he would have heard
the CHANCELLOR say, as they walked
up the pier, " ILLINGWORTH, you know
I am a comparatively poor man."
VOL. CXLV.
£00
PUNCH, OR THE LONDON CHARIVARI.
[OCTOBER 8, 1913.
THE PAVED COURT.
," I said, "you may as well save yourself
fur! IIIT trouble. It is useless. You shall not interest me
in the garden."
•• But I tcill interest you in it," she said. '^You must
share with me the planning of these alterations."
-And that," I said vehemently, "is precisely what I
refuse to do. 1 like the garden well enough as it is. It
has flowers and shrubs and grass, and trees and beds and
borders. There is a pond. There are lilies and gold fish
in the pond. There is, I believe, a pergola; and there are
vegetables. All these things are usual in a garden, and
1 have no personal objection to any of them ; but when it
comes to alterations "
•• And that is just what it has come to," she said.
•• When it comes to changing things about 1 take no
part in it; I let it flow over me, for I know it would be
quite useless for me to say or do anything."
'• And when it is all finished you suddenly become aware
of it, though it 's been going on under your very nose —
" It is my best feature," 1 said.
"And'then you ask wildly! who. has ruined your garden
(your garden, indeed) by all these, hideous changes. Oh, I
know you, and I refuse to let 'you do it this time."
— "TTrancesca," I said, " you are no\vr' uttering wild and
whirling words. I cannot influence your determinations,
but I can always say 'I told you so.' You could not think
of robbing me of that poor privilege." '
" I call it mere perversity," she said.
" Do you really, Francesca ?. " I said. " Surely that
cannot be the right word, j My mother and my Aunt
Matilda have often told me thalt in early childhood I was
bold, gentle, generous and affectionate. My fault, they said,
if I had any, was an excessiv'e softness of heart, but they
never said a word about perversity."
" Your nature," she said, '.' must have altered."
" There you go again," I said. "You can think of
nothing but alterations. Natures are not like gardens*
They are not altered ; they develop. Mine is still what it
was, only more so."
" Heredity," she said in the yague tone of one addressing
herself, ".is a strange thing. ;It was only yesterday that I
had to correct Frederick for being perverse and unmanage-
able."
" Not harshly, I hope, for remember Frederick has your
high spirit. He would not brook much correction."
"On the contrary, he brooked it like an angel. I've
always said that little boy — ' She paused.
" ' Is like his dear father.' You meant to say it, Francesca,
I know you did. Oh, why that cruel pause?"
" We will leave Frederick out of the question," she said.
" No, we will not," I said. " I did not drag him in, but,
now that he is there, I mean to use him for all he 's worth.
Frederick is like me — "
" He is not," she said.
" He is," I said. " He may be led, but he will not be
driven. You should appeal to his reason."
" Let us," she said, "resume the subject of the garden."
"Yes," I said eagerly, "let us. Where were we? Yes,
I remember. You want to move the pond from its present
retired position to the centre of the lawn. Do it. I approve.
Frederick and the girls will tumble into it more readily, but
what of that ?"
"I never said anything about the pond," she said. "I
was asking you —
" How foolish of me," I said. " Of course it wasn't you
who mentioned the pond. It was Mrs. Baskerville. She
was saying the other day what a wonderful gardener you
were, and how beautiful the garden was, except for the
position of the pond."
" The pond," said FranCesca, " is going to remain where
it is."
" Is that wise, do you think? I rather thought it would
do the pond good to be moved ; but, of course, if you really
object I yield at once."
" No, no," she said, " I couldn't think of asking you to
make such a sacrifice. It is for me to yield. We will move
the pond."
" Francesca," I said, " I insist on yielding. The pond
shall remain rooted to its rockery."
•"Very well," she said; "I will let you yield about the
pond, and I will yield about the little paved court."
" How so? " I said.
"I half thought of having it on tho north side, but you
said you didn't care for that. I give way at once. Wo will
have it on the south side, where you thought the pond
ought to be."
"But " I said.
" I insist," she said. " Sometimes on wet days it will
look like a pond."
",I am not sure," I said, " that a paved court is exactly
what I wanted there."
" Now," she said, " you are going to be too generous.
You are going" to yield again."
"No," I said, "not quite that. I only want you to be
quite sure about it."
" Oh, 1 'm that all right. It's the one place in the garden
where a paved court ought to be."
" Aha," I said ; " then you admit I was right in objecting
to the north side? "
" Absolutely right," she said. " I can't think why I ever
suggested it there."
"It's not a bad thing," I said, "to take advice now and
then."
" An excellent thing," said Francesca. " I '11 order the
paving-stones at once and tell Macphe'rsori to mark it out."
!' U. C. L.
THOUGHTS ON A GLITTERING BAUBLK.
(Inscribed mth undying gratitude to " The Daily Mail.")
IT filled me with a positive obsession :
From merest infancy, this lust of fame ;
A mewling cub, in moments of depression
I bawled my own, and not my nurse's name;
My conduct, sweet by turns and vitriolic,
• Was ever aimed at rousing public bruit ;
It was, indeed, of coroners and colic >
I really thought when pouching stolen fruit.
And when I came to Culture's high academy
I carved my name on each conspicuous spot ;
The Head observed it really was too bad o' me —
And oh, the handsome swishing that I got!
At length I bloomed in verse and gave somo
promise I 'd
One day be famous by my Muse's dint ;
Alas, I found, unless by wreaking homicide
On editors, I 'd never bloom in print !
But now my woes arc vanished, and the rigours
Of foiled ambition. Only yestermorn
Two million eyes (cf. official figures)
Perused my name in blazoned honour borne.
My long obscurity was lightning-riven,
My ears with fame were fairly thundsr-stunued,
For I, by all the gcd?, had been and given
A penny to the High Olympic Fund !
PUNCH, OR THE LONDON CHARIVARI.— OCTOBER 8, 1913.
ANOTHEE PEACE CONFERENCE.
TURKEY (to Greece). "AHA! MY YOUNG FRIEND, ALONE AT LAST1 NOW WE CAN
ARRANGE A REALLY NICE TREATY."
OCTOBER 8, 1913.]
PUNCH, OK THE LONDON C'HARIN AIM.
303
>*x-^' "-:^%.
Husband. " 'Eue, LET'S MOVE ox; IT'S GETTCSO LATK."
Wife. "On, LET 's STAV AN' WATCH THE OLD GEEZEB A LITTLE LOSGER — IT 's JOHX ALBERT'S BIBFDAV."
AEE GOLFERS SNOBBISH?
THE charge of snobbishness brought
against golfers by ABE MITCHELL (late
Mr. ABE MITCHELL) is one that has
aroused quite as much interest as it
deserves. Whatever grounds the emi-
nent professional may have for his
complaint, there appear to be reasons
for both agreement and disagreement
with his opinion.
One of our littlo band of special
investigators has been making a few
inquiries on a popular holiday course
in the South of England. "Golfers
Bobbish?" exclaimed one breezy player
I with whom he discussed the question.
• I'Vss my soul, not us! Why, only
tin' other day — but you 're not smoking.
' Have one of mine — half-a-crowu for
tluvo, they cost, and worth it. Well,
I as I was saying, only the other day I
pl;i\cd with a young chap down here,
] ami what do you think he was? A
I bunk clerk. Well, you know, I never
; said anything, not even when he beat me.
And we had a drink together afterwards,
jii.it us if ho was one of my own class.
s another instance : last Tuesday
i my caddie to ask a gentleman if
ho would play with me — a very ordinary-
looking gentleman too. We got on
very friendly until the ninth green.
Then I asked him how many he had
taken, and he said he thought it was
five. Now I had been watching him
closely, and know it was six, and I told
him so. I also told him to be careful
how he counted. Well, he took it quite
calmly ; he even apologised for his
mistake — and yet, after the game was
over, I was informed that ho was Lord
Dormy. Of course, when I saw him
next day I went up and apologised.
Not a bit snobbish, you see. No,
MITCHELL 'a prejudiced. No use
attaching any importance to these
working men — I know them. Let me
see, what piper did you say you
represent ? Oh, do you ? Well, let me
give you a lift in my car."
" Certainly, I consider golfers an
(intensely snobbish class," said a
thoughtful-looking young man who
was searching for a ball among the
heather beyond the fourteenth. "For
instance, those two men who have just
gone through would have helped me
look for my ball if they had been
gentlemen, instead of shouting so
rudely. I had an experience here
three weeks ago which bears out
MITCHELL'S complaint. I arrived late,
and only one player was waiting. So
we agreed to play together. My handi-
cap will, I hope, soon be 24 ; his, I
believe, was 6. After all, as I said to
him, a difference of eighteen is not
serious — it might be more. He was a
most uncommunicative man ; he could
talk of nothing but golf, and when I
tried him with SHAW, the principles of
vegetarianism, eugenics and other topics
upon which intellectual persons may
converse, ho was silent. 1 happened to
mention that my father was a draper,
and that, I believe, must have pre-
judiced him aga-inst me, for he has
never offered to play with me since,
and, indeed, appears to wish to avoid
me. But one of the biggest snobs
down here is a person with a woollen
jacket. You may have seen him. I
happened to get in a good brassie shot
one day — better than I expected — and
it fell rather near him. It may have
even struck him. That is how I first
noticed him. Ho is an offensively
snobbish and uncompanionable p3rson,
in my opinion."
From the Eules of Winchester Foot-
ball :—
"No player may back up a kick made by
one of his own side or play tho ball in any
way, unless he was l> 'himl the b.ill at thetimo
when it was kicked, or has afterwards gcno
back behind the point from which it was
kicked, or has since been kicked by it player of
his own side."
The most likely of these three saving
conditions is that he will be kicked by
a player of his own side for backing up
too soon — thus automatically (as it
were) becoming "onside" again.
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PUNCH, OE THE LONDON CHARIVARI.
[OCTOBER 8, 1013,
THE TRAFFIC PROBLEM.
(An honest attempt to reduce the dangers
through killing you. I have known
the driver of a hansom use the most
dreadful language when ho nearly ran
" I thought once of using real habics
But they 're difficult to come by for the
purpose, so I gave up the idea. 1 askec
of the pedestrian.) over me. But I was a human life then, my sister for the loan of one of hers
HAITKNING to look over the garden Now I am merely a. third party risk, hut she was nasty about it. If you
wall tho other day, I was surprised to j Insurance companies have a good deal i borrow them without asking the owner's
see my neighbour Gibbs busily engaged to answer for." j leave there's apt to be a fuss, and J
with something in the nature of a "But you haven't explained what , bate notoriety. Besides, you can eel
perambulator. The contents of the, you do with the baby? " 1 asked. | compensation for crockery but not foi
perambulator bore a resemblance to a
baby. Gibbs is a bachelor,
surprise. I hailed him.
"Hullo! Have \<>u
got relations staying
with you '! "
•• No."
" Friends ? "
" No."
" Where did you gst
the baby then?"
"This isn't a baby.
At least it isn't a real
baby."
He turned towards
me, and I noticed that
he was dressed in the
shabbiest of garments.
He approached the wall.
There was a strange
look in his eyes.
" You don't own a
motor, do you ? " he
asked.
I did not, and said so.
"Do you like
motors ? " he went on.
" Not unless I 'in in
one. And then I don't
like other motors."
" Well, I '11 tell you
about it," he said. "I'm
tired of being chased
about tho roads and
driven down subways
like a scared rabbit.
I 've declared war on
all motor traffic. I
smashed one fellow's
windscreen not long
ago — with my head."
"Didn't it hurt?" I
asked.
" At the time,
Hence my
1 1 onco had a great success by drop- 1 babies,
ping my cricket bag under a cyclists' I " I never
yes:
Irish
•ishman (after ten years in tlie Colonies, arriving in Dublin during the recent
riots). "HooROo! THEN THEY'VE GOT HOME RULE AT LAST."
but they managed to get my ear back | touring club that tried to frighten me
into pretty much its old place, and after That 's where I got my idea of leavin"
a while the pieces of my face came : a perambulator under a motor "
together again. It hardly shows— a " But it wouldn't upset a motor "
try for more than five
-j pounds' compensation
The first five pounds
is generally 'owner's
risk.' You can often
scare live pounds out
of a motorist while he 'a
still weak from the
shock of thinking it
was a real baby. Over
five pounds you run
on to insurance com
panics, and they 're
very inquisitive.
" You have to dress
the part, of course. I
don't work the same
pitch twice. Thepolice-
man on that beat might
recognise you and get
suspicious, if ho should
happen to arrive before
the thing was quite
over.
" In any case you get
exercise and good sport
at a small outlay, and
sometimes you make a
profit. And at the
worst there is always
the inspiring thought
that you are striking
a blow for the down-
trodden pedestrian."
Dutch Courage.
"Finally there is, I
think, the finest 18th hole
in all the world. Th. tee
shot must first he hit
straight and long between
a vast bunker on the left
which whispers ' slice ' in
— the player's ear and a
the right which induces a
nice piece of surgical work."
It was quite true.
make out the scars.
I could only just
" I 've done a good deal to abate the
cycle nuisance. But that was easier.
A gentle push on the handle bar would
be enough. But motor-cars are more which isn't good for rubber tyres
clitncult. There is no 'give' in a motor. L—
" It upsets the occupants. I make
baby,
wilderness en
hurried hock." — Times.
A quick pull at the whisky
more popular at St. Andrews.
ilask
is
up the contents to look like a
women in
and I choose a car with
it. Women are queer about babies.
They don't like running over them.
The campaign against sensational
headings recently illustrated in Punch
does not find favour in the provincial
Press. The Bournemouth Daily Erho,
The foundation is really old crockery, describing the illness of a member of
"Bus poles were bad enough, but motor-
turnip or a piece of cheese at the top
A the House of Commons, says : —
looks quite like a very young baby's
cars are worse. Horses didn't like head. Sometimes, too, I make a bit
treading on people, and the drivers were
afraid of being put to a lot of expense
out of my smashed crockery. Business
combined with pleasure.
"A doctor was sent for, and the hon.
gentleman was removed home. His condition
is regarded as more or less serious."
This is headed : —
"M.P.'s SUDDEN DEATH."
OCTOBEB 8, 1913.]
rUNCII, OR THE LONDON CJIARIVAKT.
305
A NASTY JAR.
[" There is no surer way to make a girl beautiful than to make her
happy." — HM.L CAIXE.]
I HAVE known fairer maids. Nay, I '11 be frank,
And own her void of all external graces.
Lack-lustro hair and freckles joined to rank
Hers with the unattractive brands of faces.
Her friends (in sorrow) said that " dearest Jane "
Was almost preternaturally plain.
But I — I had the sense to look within.
What though her features might be fashioned rumly,
Plainness is seldom deeper than the skin;
Her soul might be comparatively comely,
The sort of simple spirit that would seo
IIow clever was her husband (meaning me).
And so I made the (very) old request,
Behaved myself in much tho usual fashion,
Save that perhaps the words of my behest
Proclaimed a slightly patronising passiou.
I spoke— there came a negative reply.
0 strange event I O oner in the eye 1
Nor is that all. More painful to confess,
Far from repenting this egregious blunder,
Straightway she blossomed into loveliness,
Turning her fair companions green (with wonder).
And now each radiant feature bluntly mentions
ller joy at being rid of my attentions.
DEAMATIC GOSSIP.
NOWADAYS, variety managers when in doubt go to America.
No one objects to that, but unfortunately they do not stay
there. They come hack with " the goods," or what they con-
sider the goods. Hence the recent race between three of
these enterprising gentlemen to see which could reproduce
first in London a stage staircase effect which they had all
seen simultaneously on the other side. Tho obvious house
for it, the Scala, did not compete.
The new revue, at the Opprobrium, which has been called
(very properly) Cheese It I is absolutely packed with novel
features. Among these is of course the wonderful staircase,
on which five hundred carpenters were at work night and
day. Another feature is a procession of the smartest dressed
men in London, wearing all the latest things in socks, ties
and waistcoats, who walk through the house from stalls to
gallery and then round the parapet of the dress circle singing
" The Glad-rag Rag." All the company is American, but
there are a few vacancies still for programme-sellers, for
which English actors and actresses are invited to apply.
In addition to the very remarkable staircase effect which
is offered at the Delirium, on which no fewer than eight
hundred carpenters have besn working, the cew revue,
called Throw that Brick I has a specially constructed slide
from the gallery to the stage, by which the performers
make their entry. There is also a Fur Chorus, consisting
of the most beautiful women which a certain amount of
money could tempt from the United States, all wearing
different kinds of fur, tho price of each being fixed to it
in legible figures. Orders for similar articles are received
in the box-office during each performance. The manage-
ment wish it to be understood that the statement that
no English performer is engaged in this theatre is a vile
falsehood. One of the male chorus is English, as also is
the call-boy.
Chief Officer. "A STOWAWAY, EH?"
Bo' sun. "\VEM,, NOT EXACTLY, Sm; 'B 'AHDLY GOT THAT FAS.
E FOUSD "IM WEDGED 'AIIF-WAY THBOCOn A WATEETIGHT DOOB."
The clever gentlemen who have adapted from the French
the sparkling farce entitled Les 100,000 Chemises, under the
title Sign, Please ! have not stopped there. They have
also arranged that the theatre shall be open every morning
at eight for Tango Breakfasts and remain open for Tango
Luncheons and Tango Teas, together with a ceaseless
exhibition of the best under-clothes that can bo obtained.
All true lovers of the British drama must rejoice at their
efforts.
"SOCIETY'S DIARY.
The following list of engagements is published for general infor-
mation and to assist Committees and others in arranging the dates
of social functions so as to prevent inconvenient clashing : —
SEPTEMBER.
11 — The Shanghai Cotton Manufacturing Co., Ld., annual general
meeting, at 5 p.m.
12 — The Sungei Duri, Rubbor Estate, Ld., annual general mooting
at 4.30 p.m.
24 — Annual meeting of The Ssc Kca Rubber Estates, Ld. 4.30 p.m."
North China Daily News.
Really, life in China seems to be one constant whirl of gaiety.
" Tho horsa shied and became unmanageable, struck a grass tree,
and horse and rider came with great force to the ground. Jlr. Coutts
escaped with a broken neck, which ho had given JK5 for a short time
previously and had to walk and carry his saddle and bridle."
Lau'loit Timet.
Mr. COUTTS should get a cheaper neck next time.
"In M. Pegoud's first flight he rose to 3,000 feet, and flew with
his wheels in the air a distance of over a mile." — Ki-eninj Neics.
Six or seven years ago this would have sounded quite
wonderful. Now it leaves us unmoved.
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PUNCH, OR THE LONDON CHARIVARI.
[OCTOBEB 8. 1913.
A TRUNK CALL.
LAST Wednesday, being the anniver-
sary cf the Wednesday before, Celia
gave me a present of a door-knocker
The knocker was in the shape of an
elephant's head (not life-size), and by
bumping the animal's trunk againsl
his chin you could produce a sinal.
brass noise.
" It 's for the library," she explained
eagerly. " You 're going to work there
this morning, aren't you ? "
" Yes, I shall be very busy," I said
in my busy voice.
" Well, just put it up before you
start, and then if I have to interrupt
you for anything important, I can
knock with it. Do say you love it."
j " It 's a dear, and so are you. Come
i along, let 's put it up."
I got a small screwdriver, and with
very little loss of blood managed to
screw it into the door. Some people
are born screwists, some are not. I am
one of the nots.
" It 's rather sideways," said Celia
doubtfully.
" Osso erry," I said.
"What?"
I took my knuckle from my mouth.
" Not so very,'>v[ repeated.
" I wish it had been straight."
"So do I; but' it's too late now.
You have to leave these things very
largely to the screwdriver. Besides
elephants often do have their heads
sideways ; I 've noticed it at the Zoo."
" Well, never mind. I think it 's very
clever of you to do it at all. Now then,
you go in, and I '11 knock and see if you
hear."
I went in and shut the door, Celia
remaining outside. After five seconds,
having heard nothing, but not wishing
to disappoint her, I said, " Come in,"
in the voice of one who has been
suddenly disturbed by a loud "Eat-tat."
" I haven't knocked yet," said Celia
from the other side of the door.
" Why not?"
" I was admiring him. He is jolly.
Do come and look at him again."
I went out and looked at him again.
He really gave an air to the library
door.
" His face is rather dirty," said Celia.
" I think .he wants some brass polish
and a — and a bun."
She ran off to the kitchen. I remained
behind with Jumbo and had a little
practice. The7- knock was not alto-
gether convincing, owing to the fact
that his chin was too receding for his
trunk to get at it properly. I could
iiear it quite easily on my own side
of the dcor, but I felt rather doubtful
whether the sound would penetrate
nto the room. The natural noise of
the elephant — roar, bar,k, whistle o:
whatever it is — I have never heard
but I am told it is very terrible to
denizens of the jungle. Jumbo's cry
would not have alarmed an ant.
Celia came back with flannels anc
things and washed Jumbo's face.
" There ! " she said. "Now his mother
would love him again." Very confi-
dently she propelled his trunk againsi
his chin and added, "Come in."
" You can hear it quite plainly," ]
said quickly.
" It doesn't re — rever — reverberate —
is that the word?" said Celia, " bul
it 's quite a distinctive noise. I 'm sure
you 'd hear it."
" I 'm sure I should. Let's try."
"Not now. I '11 try later on, when you
aren't expecting it. Besides, you must
begin your work. Good-bye. Work
hard." She pushed me in and shut
the door.
I began to work.
I work best on the sofa ; I think
most clearly in what appears to the
hasty observer to be an attitude of
rest. But I am not sure that Celia
really understands this yet. Accord-
ingly, when a knock conies at the door
I jump to my feet, ruffle my hair, and
stride up and down the room with one
hand on my brow. " Come in," I
call impatiently, and Celia finds me
absolutely in the thross. If there
should chance to be a second knock
later on, I make a sprint for the writing
desk, seize pen and paper, upset the ink
or not as it happens, and present to
anyone coming in at the door the most
thoroughly engrossed back in London.
But that was in the good old days
of knuckle-knocking. On this parti-
ular morning I had hardly written
more than a couple of thousand words
— I mean I had hardly got the cushions
at the back of my head comfortably
settled when Celia came in.
" Well ? " she said eagerly.
I struggled out of the sofa.
" What is it ? " I asked sternly.
" Did you hear it all right ? "
"I didn't hear anything."
" Oh ! " she said in great disappoint-
ment. " But perhaps you were asleep,"
she went on hopefully.
"Certainly not. I was working."
"Did I interrupt you?"
" You did rather ; but it doesn't
natter."
" Oh, well, I won't do it again—
unless I really have to. Good-bye,
and good luck."
She went out and I returned to my
sofa. After an hour or so my mind
began to get to work, and I got up and
walked slowly up and down the room.
The gentle exercise seemed to stimulate
me. Seeing my new putter in the
corner of the room, I took it up (my
brain full of other things) and, drop-
ping a golf ball on the carpet, began
to practise. After five or ten minutes,
my ideas being now quite clear, I was
just about to substitute the pen for the
putter when Celia came in.
" Oh ! " she said. " Are — are you
busy ? "
I turned round from a difficult putt
with the club in my hand.
" Very," I said. " What is it ? "
"I don't want to disturb you if you 're
working —
" I am."
" But I just wondered if you — if you
liked artichokes."
I looked at her coldly.
" I will fill in your confession book
another time," I said stiffly, and I sat
down with dignity at my desk and
dipped the putter in the ink.
"It's for dinner to-night," said Celia
persuasively. " Do say. Because I
don't want to eat them all by myself."
I saw that I should have to humour
her.
" If it 's a Jerusalem artichoke you
mean, yes," I said ; " the other sort,
no. J. Arthur Choke I love."
" Eight-o Sorry for interrupting."
And then as she went to the door,
" You did hear Jumbo this time, didn't
you?" . ..
" I believe that 's the only reason you
came in for."
" Well, one of them."
" Are you coming in again ? "
" Don't know," she smiled. "Depends
if I can think of an excuse."
" Eight," I said. " In that case —
There was nothing else for it ; I took
up my pen and began to work.
But I have a suggestion to make to
Celia. At present, although Jumbo is
really mine, she is having all the fun
with him. And as long as Jumbo is
on the outside of the door there can
never rise an occasion when I should
want to use him. My idea is that I
should unscrew Jumbo and put him on
jhe inside of the door, so that I can
{nock when I come out.
And when Celia wants to come in
she will warn me in the old-fashioned
way with her knuckles . . . and I
shall have time to do something
about it. A. A. M.
' The members of the various committees
ippointcd yesterday to administer the affairs
of the North of Ireland in the event of Homo
iule coming into operation, found on arrival
n the hall that most business-like arrange-
ments had been made for their accommodation.
To each of these committees had been allotted
a separate table, with writing materials and
,11 facilities for preliminary work."
Liverpool Courier.
surely this will bring Mr. ASQUITH to
lis senses.
OcroBF.n 8,
PUNCH, Oil THE LONDON CHARIVARI.
307
THE COMMERCIAL DOUBLE-LIFERS.
["Curious stories come to light occasionally of men who arc 'something in the City,' but who conccil from their wives and
families the true nature of their humble occupations." — Daily l'«i
WHO WOULD IMAGINE THAT THIS APPARENTLY DE-
CKEPIT SPECIMEN OF THE SUBMERGED TENTH
COULD BE NO OTIIEB THAN MB. , THE MOST FAMOUS AMATEUH
ON THE LUBBITON LlNKS, WHOSE WKEK-END PERFORMANCES DRAW
CROWDS FROM THE BKMOTEST SUBURBS?
MR. — — , OP STREATUAM, HAD AN ANXIOUS MOMENT SOME
DAYS AOD AT HIS PLACE OP BUSINESS.
A OEXTLEMA5T OP EAST SHEEN FINDS SOME DIFFICULT?
IN PREVENTING HIS FAMILY FBOM KNOWING THAT HE ACTS
AS A POSTER AT BILLINGSGATE.
' r
A SECRET CHIMNKY-SWEEP, WHO
LIVES AT KAYNES PAHK, LEAVING
1IIS IIOME AT DAYBItEAK.
THE WIFE AND DAUGHTER OF MR. , OP
GOLDER'S GREEN, KNOW NOTHING OF HIS
KMPLOYMEKT BUI THAT HE GOES TO THE
ClTX DAILY TO ATTEND BOARD MEETINGS —
AND, IN A SENSE, THIS IS TRUE.
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PUNCH, OR THE LONDON CHARIVARI.
[OCTOBER 8, 1913.
INVADERS OF DEBRETT.
SCENE — The drau-iny-room at Ifcrcia Castle, wliere the Duke and Duchess of Mcrcla liave a large family party for the shooting.
TIME — After dinner.
The Ducliess (to her daughter). "How ARE WE com' TO AMUSE OURSELVES TO-NIGHT, DEAREST?"
Lady Edelfleda. " WHAT D'YOU SAT TO A PERFORMANCE OP THE GIRL FROM NOWHERE, MAMMA? YOU'VE NEVFR BEE^ IT,
YOU KNOW, AND "— (uilh a glance round at her numerous and beauteous sisters-in-law) — "WE'VE THE LEADING LADY HERE — ASD HALF
THE CHORUS ! "
IT'S THOROUGH AS DOES IT.
AN American cablegram states that
a wealthy citizen of Auburn, N.Y., has
just entered the State penitentiary.
"He has taken this method of becoming
a convict in order to learn from actual
experience just what goes on inside the
penitentiary, and will afterwards use
his experiences in his prosecution of
reforms. In order to do the thing quite
regularly he was committed by a judge
who is an intimate friend of his. He
will remain thirty days in the prison,
and on his entrance to-day he was
shaved and served out with the striped
costume of a convict. During his
sojourn he will fare precisely as the
other prisoners do."
A convict in the same prison, on
hearing of this experiment, expressed
his desire to test for a few weeks the
social and economic conditions of the
life of a wealthy Auburn citizen ; but
so far he has been unable to begin.
None the less his wish indicates how
keen the American empirical mind can
be.
Fired by the example, many of our
own public men have been investigating
up to the hilt. Sir HERBERT BEER-
BOHM TREE, we learn, wishing to know
exactly what were the feelings and
aspirations of a limelight man, himself
took a turn in the flies. The first time,
by some curious chance, he seems to
have held the lantern in such a way
that all the rays fell on his own person ;
but, after some practice, he succeeded in
occasionally illuminating part at least
of the stage. Sir HERBERT, however,
in spite of this progress is disposed to
continue as actor-manager.
With extraordinary self-abnegation
one of our most widely-read novelists,
whose books do not exactly steal on
tip-toe and with finger on lip into the
light of day, has been endeavouring to
discover what it feels like to be both
modest and unknown. He was dis-
covered the other day by his publisher
in the habit of a Carthusian monk
committing to memory the poem which
begins — •
Down in a sweet and shady bed
A modest violet grew.
The publisher, in his astonishment,
could only exclaim, " What is this that
thou art giving us? "
The rumour that Mr. EOCKEFELLKU
| was found recently in a workhouse
'disguised as a very hairy old pauper
1 still requires confirmation ; but we
1 should not be surprised.
Our Stylists.
"Drawing the Miller's plantation, they
found a litter of cubs, dusting them well
about, but did not kill. They next moved on
the Dean, and found a good show, rattling
them well about. One cub broke at the top
' end, and made for Timprim, which they killed
I in a small plantation, from which another fox
I came out, they hunted him, which went into
I a fielil of standing corn. The hounds beni;.;
c.illed off, then went home."- — Scotsman.
8, 1913.]
PUNCH, OR THE LONDON CHARIVARI.
311
MR. CARRUTHERS.
PICKING up a paper a fortnight or so
ago I read this : " Never find fault with
or criticise your husband directly. If
you dislike his ways, criticise the same
thing in another person, and your hus-
band will he likely to take the hint."
Let me say at onco that this is not
true. He is unlikely to take the hint,
as I can prove. Nor is it wise counsel
either. On the contrary, it is fraught
wit'n danger, and my advice to all wives
is to have nothing to do with it, hut,
when they have fault to find, to find it
in the good old-fashioned style — right
out.
Listen.
For the moment I was taken with
the idea, and decided to try it. Henry
(my husband) has not a few vexatious
ways that get on my nerves, one of
which is rising from the table directly
he has finished his meal, no matter at
what stage I, who am a slower eater,
happen to be. Having previously said
nothing about this I chose it as my
opening experiment.
" I lunched with Mrs. Carruthers
to-day," I said casually at dinner.
"Did you?" Henry replied. "Is it
a nice house ? "
" Quite," I said.
"And what is Carruthers like?" he
asked. (I may say that Mrs. Carruthers
is a new acquaintance.)
Now, as a matter of fact, Mr. Car-
ruthers was not there at all; but
obviously this kind of corrective treat-
ment demands inventive power in the
corrector or it cannot go on ; for how
is one actually to find men with all
one's husband's bad habits ?
"Ob," I said, as non-committally as
possible, "the ordinary kind of man.
But he lias one detestable mannerism."
" Only one?" Henry answered easily.
" One very noticeable one to-day," I
replied. " He got up and left the table
directly he had finished."
" While you were still eating? " Henry
asked with interest.
" Yes."
" The low swine ! " said Henry ; and,
even as he said it, he threw down his
napkin and sauntered off, although I
had hut just begun a pear.
What was I to do? In the ordinary
way I should have drawn attention to
his own inconsistency, but the paper
so particularly said that direct means
were to be avoided ; and I therefore
sat on dumb and enraged.
A day or so later I tried again, and
again I employed Mr. Carruthers as
my terrible example.
Henry has a very annoying — more
than annoying, exasperating — way of
stealing my tunes. After a visit to the
MORE TELEPHONE TROUBLES.
"WHAT! YE CAN'T HEAR WHAT I'M SAYIN'? WELL THIS, REPEAT WHAT YE DIDN'T
HEAR AN' I 'LL TELL IT YE AGAIN."
theatre or a rcvuc I naturally find cer-
tain memories of the music in my head,
and it amuses me to hum them over.
This I can do accurately. Now what-
ever Henry may be doing when I begin,
even perhaps humming something him-
self, he at once takes up my tune ; and
what fun is there in continuing with it
then?
Very well. I decided to make a
second attempt to cure him in the
newspaper's way, and to attack this
humming tendency.
Mrs. Carruthers had been to tea, and
I mentioned this to Henry.
" I suppose you dissected your
wretched husbands?" he said.
" She certainly talked a little about
hers," I replied, with a terrible glibness
that nearly frightened me. As a matter
of fact she had not mentioned him.
"Complained, I suppose?" said
Henry.
" Oh no, she 's too loyal for that," I
replied. "But she said that there is
one thing he does — harmless enough,
no doubt, but irritating beyond words :
no sooner does she begin to hum a tune
than he hums it too, although he has
no ear."
Henry whistled. " He does that,
does he ? " he exclaimed. " Then I quite
agree with his wife. That sort of thing
would make me just rabid. One's own
humming is sacred. By jingo, yes.
This Carruthers seems to be no end of
a blighter," he added.
Again I was foiled, and I determined
to have no more to do with the scheme,
but in future to make any effort towards
; correction openly and honestly and
I forcibly. And no doubt I should be
; doing so but for an occurrence only
this afternoon.
Henry, very unlike his custom, came
in to tea, and a Mrs. "Vyse was there, a
new neighbour returning my call.
We talked the usual small talk, and
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PUNCH, OR THE LONDON CIIATJVARI.
[OCTOBER 8, 1913.
she was just going when she remarked,
" You know my friend Mrs. Carruthers,
I think?"
I said that I had recently made her
acquaintance.
" You '11 love her," said Mrs. Yyse.
" Sucli a dear! And such a sad life!
But she never mentions it — never com
plains."
I hegan to feel vaguely alarmed.
" Yes," Mrs. Yyse repeated, " you '1
love her."
"But not her husband," Henry re
plied, with a laugh. " We shall never
love Itim — not with that deadly way ho
has of leaving the table directly he lias
finished gobbling his food and all his
other little tricks. Oh no, not Car-
ruthers ! "
Mrs. Yyse looked suddenly both grave
and perplexed. "You needn't worry,"
she said at last. " You are not likely
to meet Mr. Carruthers. Mr. Carruthers
has been separated from his wife for
two years."
*****
And now what chance have I to take
any line at all about anything my
husband does?
And what a, flair they have for items reveals extraordinary enterprise on the
WASTED TALENT.
WE dwellers in a provincial town
like Brookmouth find much to excite
our wonder in the enterprise of the
London halfpenny papers. Every
morning we are confronted with fresh
evidence of it ; every morning we are,
so to speak, invited to take off our hats
to The Megaphone, The Daily Snap,
The Watchman, The Morning Spout,
The Boarer and The Wireless. Only
The Trumpeter lags behind in the com-
petition for our respectful admiration.
It is all very nattering to Brook-
mouth. Great events are taking place
in the busy world without. Day by
day the problem of the Home Eule
Bill grows more insistent and more
serious; airmen fly on their heads;
desperate battles are fought out on the
football pitch ; the investments of the
Liberal Party Funds are fiercely dis-
cussed; new books are published and
banned ; new plays are produced and
withdrawn ; there are earthquakes, fires
and fights in foreign parts. Yet yester-
day The Megaphone announced on its
placard, " Summer returns to Brook-
mouth " ; The Daily Snap said, " Great
Heat in Brookmouth "; The Watchman,
"Brookmoutl Revels in the Sun";
The Mornlmj ^ uitt, " The Brookmouth
Thermometer
" Autumn
of local interest ! Some time ago ther
appeared in one of our Church maga
/ines a jocoso remark by the gcnia
vicar of St. Aloysius with regard t
the consumption of buns at Sunday
school treats. "The Ban on the Bun,'
announced The Megaphone next day
HISTORY IN THE MAKING.
THE CNCHIVALROUS SIB ALMBOTH DENT-
NO HIS IDENTITY TO FAIB CALLEK AT FIRE-
EOOP RETREAT, WHERE HE IS BESTING
FTER NERVOUS STRAIN OF WRITING THE
'NEXPURGATED CASE AGAINST FEMALE SVF-
'RAQE.
Soars " ; The Hoarer,
or Summer
in Brook-
mouth ? " ; The Wireless, " Sol favours
Brookmouth." The Trumpeter merely
said, " Home Eule Conference Develop-
ment.
' Buns in Peril at Brookmouth," cried
The Daily Snap. " The Bun-bursting
Vicar," exclaimed The Watchman. " To
Bun or not to Bun ? " asked The
Morning Spout. "A Hot and Cross
Bun Outburst," facetiously said The
Boarer. "Vicar's Maxim at Brook-
mouth," still more facetiously said The
Wireless. "Renewed Fighting in the
Balkans," said The Trumpeter.
And 1 could multiply examples in-
definitely. As I have remarked, it is
ve"y flattering to Brookmouth and it | George ill""
part of The Megaphone, The Daily Snap
The Watchman, The Morning Spout,
The Boarer, and The Wireless. All the
same, it is a little curious that these
clever young sub-editors, or whoever
they are, do not realise that we should
never dream of buying a London daily
paper in order to read about Brook-
mouth. We can do that quite well in
our local journals.
That is why I, for one, always take
in The Trumpeter.
THE PLAINT OF PEECY
ILLING WORTH, ESQ., M.P.
IN a moment of expansion
I engaged a ducal mansion
On a most romantic island on the
Clyde,
Where, remote from work and worry,
And the aftermath of MURRAY,
I intsnded in seclusion to reside.
But the attitude of Ulster
And the leaders who 've convulsed her
With incentives to the wickedest of
crimes,
Has dispelled the blissful vision
Of a holiday Elysian,
And prompted LOREBURN'S lettsr to
The Times.
No more the strains melodic
Of the pipes are heard at Brodick ;
No more I taste the pleasures of the
chase ;
But in sequence swift and sinister
"lorries Minister on Minister
To mar the ancient magic of the place.
[t 's nuts for the snapshotters,
And the journalistic jotters
Who desecrate the glories of Goatfell,
And it 's worth a small Bonanza
To the natives of Loch Ranza
And the people who the picture post-
cards sell.
3ut JOHN REDMOND down in Kerry
ilas been anything but merry,
And his prophecies are very far from
smooth ;
And the culpable omission
from our Island coalition
Of LABKIN stirs the ire of HANDEL
BOOTH.
n the Session I am reely
lather fond of GEORGE and SEKLT
And the merits if young WINSTON
can applaud ;
But to have them here, all talking
tVhen I want to go out stalking,
Turns my holiday into an Arrant fraud.
Mixed Farming.
About 1803, an Officer named Macarthur
tarted wheat-growing in Camdeu with a
couple of Spanish Merino sheep given him by
OCTOBER 8, 1913.]
PUNCH, OR THE LONDON CHARIVARI.
313
Mother (to Maid, wJio IMS fallen over mat) . " BUT HOW DID you MANAGE IT, DARI.IXG?"
Mabel. " I — I — C-COMED IN BEFORE I C-COSIED."
THE HISTKION.
QBSEBVE, from Jasper Jones' ascent
To Fame, how art may circumvent
A natural impediment.
Designed in Nature's finest mould,
With oyes of hlue and hair of gold,
With smile at once refined and bold,
A figure of compelling height,
A size of waist exactly right,
He was a most attractive sight,
And built to act the leading part,
The central Earl, the lime-lit Bart.,
Who wins or breaks tho Prima's heart.
But mark the flaw : his twang was such
As irked his hearers very much,
Having the strongest Cockney touch.
In every line he had to say
His h's always wrent astray
And gave his origin away.
It makes me shiver even now
When I, who know, remember how
He spoke that dreadful diphthong
"-ow."
But yet he got there all tho same,
So that the Stage's scroll of fame
To-day is headed with his name.
And once a month, but never less,
His portraits fill the picture press,
In every pose, in every dress.
And high-born flappers, taught to ban
The coarse or vulgar, think him an
Ideal English gentleman ;
Nay, murmur passionately, " Ah ! "
When, taken by a kind papa,
They see him act .... in cinema.
E.S.V.P.
THERE can bo little doubt that in-
struction in English literature could be
made more interesting if presented in
some fresh form, and the following
j examination paper is put forward as
i an attempt to direct the minds of
examinees into new channels : — -
QUESTION I.
" Old Caspar's work was done."
"What was old Caspar's work? Is
there any reason other than the state-
ment that it was done, for suggesting
that it was not that of a Panel Doctor?
QUESTION II.
" Tears, idle tears."
Why were they unemployed ? Sug-
gest schemes for utilising their labour.
QUESTION III.
" I must learn Spanish one of these
days."
What particular Conversation Course
had the speaker in mind when making
this resolve ?
QUESTION IV.
" This is the place. Stand still, my
steed."
Did it ?
QUESTION V.
" Oh, for a lodge in some vast wilder-
ness ! "
By means of what newspaper Apart-
ment List was the writer ultimately
suited ?
QUESTION "VI.
" Survey mankind from, Cliina to
Peru."
Was this instruction addressed to a
properly qualified member of the Insti-
tute of Surveyors ? If not, why not ?
" An article in the Engineering Supplement
examines the possibility of using existing tcle-
I phone lines for telephonic purposes. " — Times.
It is hoped that telephone subscribers
1 will not be unduly elated by this possi-
jbility. The thing will probably (all
| through in the end.
PUNCH, Oil T1IK LONDON' CIIAIM VAKI.
[OCTOBER 8, 1913.
LAST WORDS ON THE
CLOTHING CONTROVERSY.
(An irresponsible protest.}
WHEN ADAH'S wife was first advised
To study fashion, I should say
Her modest wardrobe advertised
That vanity had come to stay ;
And vainer generations wore,
As time went on, a little inoiv.
(To overclothe the human form
Makes men of morals rage and storm.)
But now, when modern Eve aspires
To alter this, and just to wear
The minimum our clime requires,
It seems, to say the least, unfair
That virtue's guardians should unite
In blaming her for doing right.
Such steps towards a simpler state
No moralist should deprecate.
Not such am I. But I protest
The world is brighter since the Fall,
And life would lose an interest
If people wore no clothes at all,
But stalked about with nothing on—
Their most delightful foible gone.
How very dull to have a reign
Of perfect innocence again !
PRACTICAL HINTS ON GOLF.
(With full acknoicledyments to our
illuminating contemporaries.)
I. — THE ABT OF LONG DRIVING.
THERE is no doubt that the player
who can drive a long ball from the tee
gets further than his less fortunate
confrere who is a short driver. Much
has been, and will be, written on the
art of long driving. How is this
desideratum of all followers of the
Royal and Ancient Game to be attained ?
That is what I am about to tall you.
Some men when going all out for a
long one from the tee play their ball
with a little pull on it ; others merely
drive a straight ball down the middle
of the course. Anyway, as I have said,
the player who hits a long ball gets
further than the one who hits a short
ball, and consequently he needs a
shorter shot to reach the green with
his second.
Speaking of reaching the green
reminds me of two of the most remark-
able shots I ever witnessed. I was
playing for the Championship of Texas,
U.S.A., in 19 — . My partner was
Mr. " Slick " Samson, the celebrated
professional amateur. At the 14th he
pulled his drive into the rough. When
we came up to the ball it was neatly
cupped in a lark's nest which contained
four eggs. Now I am betraying no
secret when I say that, on the three
previous greens, Samson had been put
oft' by the incessant singing of a sky-
lark,"and had missed holing three 25 feet
putts in succession : a most unusual
thing for him. 1 therefore expected to
see him take his revenge by lifting nest,
eggs, and ball all on to the green
together with his niblick. But 1 was
disappointed. Instead, lie took his
mashio and played tho hall with such
nicety that it landed dead within 2 feet
of the pin, and the eggs remained in
tho nest unbroken ; not even cracked.
Strange to say, the other remarkable
shot was made by the same player on
tho same course. Tho game was all
square at the 17th. We both had good
drives at the 18th ; but Samson had
the misfortune to iirid a rabbit-hole, his
ball lying, about 8£ inches inside the
front entrance. Here was a quandary :
It was tho only rabbit-hole on the
course, and had been constructed sub-
sequent to the drafting of the local
rules, so that no provision was made
for this contingency. If he picked up,
it meant losing the match. He walked
forward, towards the green, with a
worried look on his face. Then, return-
ing, he took his niblick and hit with
tremendous force. The hall disappeared
down the rabbit-hole. Imagine, if you
can, our undisguised amazement when it
bolted out of Brer Rabbit's back-door,
about 5 yards from the green, and came
to rest within 2 feet of the pin. (If I
recorded the exact distance — 6 inches
— many golfers might bo tempted to
doubt my voracity.) Needless to say,
I lost the hole and the match.
But I am digressing. I merely
mention these two shots because I am
trying to get a good length with my
article, which reminds me that " The
art of long driving" is the subject
under discussion. Well, I hope that,
after a careful perusal of these few
practical hints, you will find that you
are consistently getting a longer ball
from the tee than you did formerly.
If you succeed in doing this you will
experience a feeling of true satisfaction.
Next week 1 hope to publish [in
another journal. — ED.] a few hints on
" The art of approaching."
" Promoters of all kinds of public meetings
and entertainments, should assimilate tho
lesson contained in the appended extract from
an appre;iative latter addressed to the Editor
of this Journal. The writer, a consistent and
persistent advertiser, evidently knows a good
thing when found, and, quite unsolicited by
us, lias written as follows : —
1 1 write because I find that a good
make a difference to the s:/o of the
notice in your excellent paper DOES
audience. ' " — Enfield Gazelle.
Another time he should be asked not
to write.
THE COMMON ROUND.
JOHN looked important and mys-
terious. "Tho fact is,"' he announced,
•• Eva and I are going to get married."
" Ah ! " said I, " so that is why you
got engaged, is it '.' "
" Yes. Three weeks to-morrow. Wa
shall want a parson, a bridesmaid or
two and a best man. There is work
for all. Will you help?"
" What will it cost me ? " I asked.
" You know, you have omitted to men-
tion the -other things you want and, I
have no doubt, mean to have. Look
here — will you take five shillings in
cash and tho rest by monthly instal-
ments'?"
John protested that lie would bo
j quite content with my mere blessing,
I so fine a fellow was I (as I am).
" Good," I said. " But then there is
I always Eva's point of view. Hadn't
we better get straight to business?
What about a sugar-sifter? "
" It 's awfully kind of you, old boy,
and there is nothing we should havo
liked better. But Eva and I intend to
live quite simply, and we feel that tho
six sugar-sifters we havo already re-
ceived will see us through."
" Has anybody suggested giving you
the wedding-ring? You'll probably
find you want one when you get
to the church ... Or what about
half-a-dozen novels, with PKKSKNTA-
TIOX COPY neatly stamped on the
inside cover? "
" Wouldn't the publishers be hurt if
they found out ? " he asked. " Give us
any old thing, if you insist. We don't
mind -what."
"I simply don't believe you," I said.
"I am quite certain that you have put
your two heads together and made out
a list. Produce it."
He produced it and began to read
aloud. " We shall want a house and
some furniture to put inside it. Cheque!
will bo accepted in payment or part-
payment. Tantali are strictly prohibited,
but we are open to salvers, cutlery,
entree dishes . . ."
" Start at the other end," I suggested.
" Ash-tray, blotting-pad, Bradsham
cover, ink-pot ..."
"Times aro bid, hut not quite so
bad as all that. Try the middle."
" Breakfast-service, tea-service, din-
ner-service."
" Don't you intend taking lunch ? "
I asked.
" Apparently not, but we make up
with an extra dinner-service, called the
dessert-service. The nut-crackers, nut-
pickers, nut-scrapers have already been
supplied."
"Then," I declared, "I will give
you the nuts."
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315
" Or," said John, " what about the
Jubileo port ? "
* « * * *
Tho function was a complete success,
and I filled my part to tho last item.
I can never bo too grateful to Eva
for choosing so charming a Chief
Bridesmaid as Gladys, for I tako it
that, whatever sho had been like, it
was my duty (as Best Man) to fall in
love with her. I opened tho subject
by complimenting her on her choice
of a First-Tliing-in-the-Morning Tea-
service, which I considered much
superior to the other three samples of
the s:ime convenience appearing among
tho numerous and costly presents.
" Let 's go and look for yours," she
said, but 1 felt that what I had to say
could best be said in a more private
corner.
" Probably they couldn't hold back
and drank it last night," I said, as I
led her apart. . . . The result of our
conversation was such that I foresaw
that a schedule of our own would be-
come necessary at a later stage. So I
felt I could not do better than make a
list of the presents that John and Eva
had received.
*• # * * *
When John had recovered from his
wedding, I thought that it was high
time to be getting on with my own.
So I called upon him.
"I have here," I said, "a list . . ."
" Splendid," ho answered, with a
great show of enthusiasm. " If you
will forgive an experienced man ad-
vising you, 1 may say that the whole
question of conjugal happiness depends
entirely upon what you drink and
when. Have you, for instance, a First-
Thing-in-the-Morning Tea-service on
your list?"
" Wo have," said I.
John was inclined to be jubilant, but
Eva, who was standing by and has a
better memory for detail, checked him.
" We have never ceased to be grateful
for Gladys's delightful gift," said she.
"I don't know what we should do
without it."
I think that perhaps John did know,
hut he had learnt wisdom in this short
time and said nothing.
" Have you a sugar-sifter on the
list ? " asked Eva, tentatively.
"Six," said I. "But perhaps 1
ought to tell you that it is in some
ways a peculiar list and contains only
the things we can do without."
"Does it even include," asked Eva
in desperation, "the handsome marble
timepiece John's Uncle Frank gave
us?"
"Underlined in red ink," I stated,
" and marked with an asterisk by way
of special caution."
THE ART OF SELF-DEFENCE.
OLD SIILB.
NEW STYLE: INSPIRED BY AMERICA:? TAILORING.
John tumbled to it at last. "It|
looks to me," he said, " as if we shall i
have to buy you .something."
I deprecated this extreme measure. |
"No, no. Our list doesn't include
everything you had given you."
Eva brightened visibly. I think she
had the foolish hope of getting rid of
the antimacassars of the faithful i
retainer.
" We haven't included the cheques," >
I explained. " If you 're pressed for :
room, we could take over a couple or
so of those."
From a list of wedding presents in
The Oxford Chronicle :—
" Mr. and Sirs. Ashbce, ' Pronxctheus ' (un-
bound)."
How mean !
" Dorothy Forster's New Song : DEAREST, I
BRING THEE DAFFODILS (in the prCSS.)"
Advt.
Pressed flowers are all very well, but
we fancy Dearest would prefer them
fresh.
" Always use raiii-watcr for the face if you
want ta keep your complexion. If you live in
a town, strain the rain-water through the leg
of an old stocking. This removes the black."
Home Chat.
From the stocking.
Directions for use of 's Tonic
Lotion : — -
" Unscrew the cap on top, and apply to the
roots of tho Hair, and then well brush."
We always brash our cap before putting
it on the hair.
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[OCTOBEE 8, 1913.
THE SORCERESS.
THERE are two outside doors to our
offices, one to the waiting-room for our
clients, and the other to our sanctum
(marked " PIUVATE ") to let my partner
or myself out by when the typist
announces the arrival of a tradesman's
emissary on a matter of an " Account
rendered."
On Tuesday last my partner and I
were earnestly discussing the latest
phases of the Insurance Act when there
occurred a gentle tapping at the door
marked " PRIVATE." My partner went
deathly pale, but having paid my tailor
the previous week and sent a post-dated
cheque to the Gas Company, I rose
with an easy grace, opened the door
and closed it behind me. I found my-
self in the passage — I usuaUy do on
these occasions, so was not particularly
surprised at the scenery — and facing
a charming girl of about twenty-two,
as near as I could judge. She smiled
sweetly ; , I bowed. In her hand was
one of those small yellow leather cases
that psople of either sex so often carry,
big enough to hold night-gear and a
tooth-brush, or possibly a couple of
small bombs.
As my fair visitor continued to smile
and say nothing, I mentally ran over
the list of people I ought to know and
don't always recognise, but I couldn't
place her.
" It 's no good," I said. " I 'm sorry.
I ought to remember you, but frankly
I don't!"
Still she smiled.
" I say, you know," I said, " you
might let me into the secret."
At last she made an effort to speak
but failed ; so, fearing that she was
very nervous, I said- cheerfully — •
" Do you mind coming round to the
outer office ; there 's no one there, and
we can have a heart to heart talk about
this little matter ?
" Now," I said, when she was seated,
"are you a niece who has grown out
of all recognition? If so, I -will fall
on your neck. I adore my relations,
especially those who are strangers to
me. Can I say more ?"
At last her voice managed to force
its way through the pearly portals, and
she spoke.
" Do you wear — er — neckties ? "
As I happened to be wearing my
tennis-club tie — and the Baling Ram-
blers' tie is universally execrated by
jealous outsiders for its obtrusiveness —
the question seemed unnecessary.
" Well, yes," I said, " funnily enough
I do, when I don't forget to put one on."
Almost unconsciously I put my hand
to the tie enclosure.
" I haven't forgotten it to-day, you
see," I said with one of my most
brilliant smiles.
Her eyes followed the direction of
my hand and she smiled again, rather
broadly I thought.
Then she began to fumble with the
clasp of the leather case. Her hand
shook. Clearly she was a beginner.
"Allow me," I said. "If you have
a tie to pit against mine I will accept
the challenge."
" What 1 want to show you," she
said, "is not so — er — striking, but much
more wonderful."
She opened the case, exposing two or
three dozen neatly-folded neckties, and,
running her finger lightly over an
octave or so, selected a black silk one
with a purple hit motif.
"There," she said, holding it poised
lightly in her left hand.
"Well, what about it?" I said.
" Very nice design, certainly, but —
" Wait," she said, making a swift
movement with her left hand and gently
stroking the tie with her right.
I thought I must be suffering from
myopia; in place of the purple spots
were white triangles, parallelograms
and other geometric shapes dotted
about on the black silk. Before I had
time to express my astonishment the
sorceress executed two more feats of
legerdemain, the colour and shape of
the pattern changing with each feat.
" Look here," I said, trying to
suppress my excitement, "if you can
teach me to perform these mysteries
and your terms are not too high, I will
have one of your conjuring outfits."
" Eighteenpenee," she said briefly,
laying the tie on the table.
I turned it over and over. Each end
had a different pattern on each side or
face of it — four neckties for eighteen-
pence !
" This," I said, " is the greatest thing
that has happened. I '11 have two ties,
that is to say eight, making one for
each day of the week and one over for
Saturday matinees. " I can see myself,"
I said, weighing out my three shillings,
" being soon spoken of as the best
dressed man in Baling."
"Thank you so much," she said.
"This is my first attempt at selling
things. Wouldn't your partner like to
have some? "
I had no intention of letting William
into this good thing. I brook no rivals.
"Come, come," I said; "you are a
woman. Let me appeal to your ssnso
of human nature. Do you give away
the name of your dressmaker to your
best friend? "
" No," she said, with a sigh. " I
suppose you are right."
I wished her good luck and good
morning and, after studiously seeing
her off the premises, re-entered the
sanctum.
"There, my lad," I said, spreading
out my purchases. " A complete neck-
tie outfit, except for evening wear and
funerals."
William turned them over contem-
platively. " You ass," he said, " what
about the part that goes round your
silly neck? . There will bo a different
pattern showing on eacli side. You
can only wear these baubles with
double collars."
I simply loathe double collars.
LITTLE COW HAY.
Stephen Culpepper
Of Little Cow Hay
Panned four hundred acres —
As Audit-book say ;
An' he rode on a flea-bitten
Fiddle-faced grey ;
There 's the house — in the hollow,
With gable an' eave,
But they 've altered it so
That you wouldn't believe; —
Wouldn't know the old place
If he saw it — old Steve;
His dads an' his gran'dads
Had lived there before ; — •
Born, married an' died there —
At least half a score ;
Big men the Culpeppers —
As high as the door !
His wife was a Makepeace—
An' none likelier,
For she 'd five hundred pounds
When he married o' her ;
An" a grey eye as kindly
As grey lavender ;
He 'd sweetest o' roses,
He 'd soundest o' wheat ;
Six sons — an' a daughter
To make 'em complete,
An' he always said Grace
When they sat down to meat !
He 'd the Blessin' o' Heaven
On barnyard an' byre,
For he made the best prices
Of all in the shire;
An' ho always shook hands
With the Parson an' Squire!
An' whether his markets
Had downs or had ups,
He walked 'em three couple
O' blue-mottle pups —
As clumsy as ducklings —
As crazy as tups !
But that must be nigh
Sixty seasons away,
When things was all dii'f rent
D 'ye see — an' to-day
There ain't no Culpeppers
At Little Cow Hay !
OCTOBER 8, 1913.]
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PEEPS INTO BIBLICAL THEATRICAL LIFE.
ARRIVAL OP ACTOE-MANAGER, LEADING LADY, AND OTHER MEMBERS OP THE CAST.
OUR BOOKING-OFFICE.
(By Mr. Punch's Staff of Learned Clerks.)
IP I am not mistaken a good many people besides old
Anglo-Indians will delight in Miss S. MACNAUGHTAN'S Snow
upon the Desert (HooDEii AND STOUGHTON). At the end
of the story the young married woman who is its chief
character — •
Like snow upon the desert's dusky face,
Lighting a little hour or two — is goue.
But before she goes to meet old Charon, in spite of her
occasionally sharp or rather reckless tongue, in spite of her
carelessness about public opinion and the damning fact that
a brilliant young V.C. had first sent in his papers and then
shot himself because his love for her had broken his career
and his heart, she had done far more than ninety-and-nine
just persons to make life happier and smoother and more
amusing for her fellow countrymen and countrywomen.
" She came out here," says the author, " when she was very
youthful, very full of courage, and with her beauty and her
great charm to refresh us, and we loved her and blamed
IKT, found fault with her, and could not do with'out her.
\Y<- were not always merciful to her, but perhaps that need
not be remembered now. At one time she was perhaps one
of the most prominent figures in India, and certainly the
most admired." And yet her life was a tragedy. To me she
stands as a type of English womanhood in India, of the
courage and sadness and self-sacrifice that so often accom-
pany the apparently selfish pursuit of pleasure of that
glittering exile. I speak of her as if she were a real person,
which perhaps is the case. That, at any rate, is the effect
that Miss MACNAUGHTAN has produced upon my mind. All
her characters are wonderfully alive, as if indeed they were
not only types but realities. Some of them are very lovable,
some, like their author, are distinctly humorous, and their
! story makes a clean, wholesome and refreshing book.
I used to revel in a tale
Of mediaeval schemes and plottings,
Daggers averted by chain-mail,
Love philtres, poisons and garrottings ;
So when The House of Eyes turned up,
A yarn of Milan in its gloiy
(HANCOCK AND GAY) I rushed to sup
Once more on horrors weird and gory.
But no such luck ! I 'm bound to state
This book of VIr. ARTHUR GEORGE'S
Recalled but did not recreate
My old-time literary orgies.
Either he lacks the vivid touch,
The skill, and other points that matter,
Or else, grown old, I ask too much ;
And I 'm afraid it 's not the latter.
Mr. GEORGE ADE, in one of his Fables in Slang, giving
a list of the various types of novels of the present day,
mentions the " careful study of American life," in which
nothing happens till the last chapter, when the hero decides
to sell his cow. With the difference that, instead of selling
the cow, the hero resolves to commit suicide, The Bankrupt
(MARTIN SECKER) may be said to be the English equivalent
of this kind of book. Mr. HORACE HORSNELL has given us,
in his story of the life of Oliver Clay, as1 grey and depressing
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PUNCH, OR THE LONDON CHARIVARI.
[OCTOBEB 8, 1913.
a novel as I have ever read. Olii-er " desired a permanent
base on which to Imilil his life," and, after several un-
successful attempts to find it, gave up the struggle and,
following the advice of MAIHTS Arnu.irs, " walked gravely
and handsomely into tho other world." Nothing of any
influent brightened his life, and nothing of any moment
brightens the story of it. He is so constituted that women
do not interest him, nor religion, nor art, nor even tho
intellectual atmosphere of Ilampstoad. Ho tries them all
in turn and they fail to grip him. Tho experiment of
thinking for an instant of anybody except himself he omits
to try. It is a pity, for it might have made all the differ-
ence. The question whether it was worth while to write a
three hundred and sixteen page novel about this extra-
ordinarily futile young man is one that need not ba dis-
cussed. "Mr. UORSNKLL has done it, and done it so well
that it is only occasionally that ho allows the reader to be
irritated. The irritation comes in tho retrospect, when
one wonders why the author
should have concentrated
his attention upon Oliver \
when, with his gift for
character and his minute
observation, he could have
dealt equally well with some
more stimulating hero.
Suppose we were playing
a game in which I told you
the characters and setting
of a book, and you guessed
th 3 author. Well, with re-
gard to Watcrsprings
(SMITH, ELDER), I should
)' that the scene was
partly laid in a country
village and partly in Cam-
bridgj, and that the chief
character was a don, a man
chaiming, cultured, verging
upon middle age, but still
[ull of Lively sympathies,
surveying the world as from
a college window, who —
But before I got any
further you -would pro-
bably exclaim, "A. C. BENSON," and win. If, however, I
I had not been interrupted I might have gone on to tell
you much more about the book : for example, that it is
not a volume of meditations, but a real story, with several I
idmirably studied characters, and a hero and heroine!
who marry. To be sure the action is less physical than
emotional, but that you would expect ; and I suppose there
are few writers who can convey thoughts with a surer and
more delicate touth than Mr. A. C. BENSON. Throughout
was fascinated by two things — his sense of atmosphere,
and the skill with which he has presented the point of view
of "forty and a bittock " when confronted with youth. I
Howard Kennedy, the central figure, is drawn with an
:xtraordinary sympathy and minuteness; in his amiable
jut lonely college existence, his courtship, and the sorrow
md consolations of his married life, the man is wonderfully
luman. There are other characters, too, which I should
like to praise in detail — a most actual undergraduate for one,
and his father, whose loquacious enthusiasm on every possi-
ble topic is a thing of pure joy. Water springs, in short, is
exactly the story, tender, introspective and lovable, that
Mr. A. C. BENSON'S countless admirers will most thank
him for having written. I do so now.
I have just enjoyed a most pleasant and very inexpensive
holiday in Venice and St. Petersburg!! with Mr. EOTHAY
REYNOLDS as my guide, and only wish the story of The
Gondola (MILLS AND BOON) were as fascinating as its
atmosphere. The author of My llussian Year has used
his knowledge to such good purpose that the setting of his
tale is quite excellent, and I fear to seem a little insensible
of benefits bestowed if I suggest that the only reason 1
can find for tho laying of the opening scenes in Venice is
that Mr. REYNOLDS wanted some excuse for his title. He
would havj done better for tho construction of his bcok if
ho had laid them in St. Petersburg!]. But, even so, The
Gondola remains an attractive love-story of the old-fashioned
type. For one thing it has done mo the rare service of an
introduction to a charming Polish countess, for whose
acquaintance I am peculiarly grateful. So accustomed
have I grown to the abnormally wicked Polish countesses
of modern fiction that it was difficult at first to believe in
Wanda's goodness; but as
soon as I was convinced
that she meditated no ap-
palling crimes 1 fell quietly
in love with her. Tin-
Gondola is a "first" novel,
and its freshness and un-
pretentiousness ought to
assure it a mcst cordial
welcome.
["Buy one of our sleeping-bags and have a gocd night's rest when
travelling." — ADVT.]
Second Mate. " WHO LEFT THAT SACK ox DECK? Jfsi HEAVE IT IN
THK HOLD, WILL YEB."
Those who would really
like to have their vvhole-
j somo flesh made to creep —
| a form of occasional exercise
! which has much to com-
) mend it — should plunge
forthwith into Undcryrowtli
(SEOKEB), wherein F. and
E. BRETT- YOUNG have
essayed to follow Mr.
ALGERNON BLACKWOOD in
his none too easy genre,
and have by no means
failed. Matter-of-fact
Forf.ytli, engineer in charge
of the completion of a
— ' reservoir dam in a wild
Welsh valley* finds unaccountable sinister influences at
work; strange accidents happen to men and machines,
and a despairing depression of spirits settles over him.
The mountains, the river, and the trees seem to him to
have a threatening life, and the visionary Welsh shepherd,
Morgan, "of the bleed of Morgan Ap Owaine," quite simply
accepting the fact that they have, drives home the stark
reality to the terrified consciousness of this prosaic Glasgow
man. He finds the diary of his predecessor, who, more in
harmony with the spirit that moves in the undergrowth,
has found the peace of death. With Forsylli the thing
brings a decline to intemperance and despair, Destiny, like
Caliban'itfon Setebos, choosing to act in this arbitrary way.
Perhaps the authors had no strict right, as story-tellers, to
leave suspended and unexplained the episode of wild
Meredith's sacrifice of a sheep in the circle of stones on Pen
Savaddan. But they have woven a convincing tissue of
eeriness with the plausible suggestion of an esoteric know-
ledge which an unlearned reader may not challenge.
From an account of a wedding in The B.E.Africa Leader: —
" The parents were many and varied, there being 98 in all."
A motley collection, well repaying insrojtion.
r.KU
1913.]
PUNCH, OR TIIK LONDON CHAEIVAEL
31!)
CHARIVARIA.
'Is The Laughing Husband likely to
its
pay '.' " asked an investor before
IT is said that there are now twenty- J production. "There's POUNDS in it,"
four candidates for tho throno of came the answer.
Albania, and it is proposed shortly ' »
hold a Review of them. Tho author of Mary Goes First has
nounced at ono of our cinematograph
theatre*. Positively Tho I-a-it Days.
Hurry up!
1 Saints Iiavn a bad record as states-
men," says Dean HF.XSON. This is
play is in actual use off tho stago. In
spite of this the author of the new
play at
persists
Joneses.
the Strand Theatre pluckily
culling his comedy
in
* *
SUIT
A recruit name. 1 I dcspAQMOii, weighing
oightaen stone, and over seven feet in
height, has been enrolled at Tours, and
a further increase in tho German army
may become necessary.
!:"
The 2nd Battalion of thn Oxford-
shire and Buckinghamshire Light
Infantry has been camping
on I he playing fields of Eton.
Someone has evidently just
rvmemheml tlmt it \v,is ther:<
that the Battle of Waterloo
was won. ... ...
Tho interest taken in to-
day's royal marriage is so
great, that it is thought
that it may become neces-
sary io restrict the numher
of reporters who wish to
accompany the royal couple
on their honeymoon to ono
hundred. .;. .;.
' '•'.- '
It is not surprising that
Mr. tin KSTKUTON should
always ho ready to scoff at
Eugenics. Mr. CHESTERTON,
we understand, was horn
imd'T the old-fashioned con-
ditions and brought up in
the old-fashioned way, and
yet he has developed into
ono of the finest children in
the country. ... ,.
" *
The road to advancement !
Signalman KERRY, who was
dismissed by the Great
Kastern Railway Company
after the Cramer express
collision at Colchester, has been adopted I which will shortly make its appearance
getting into trouble because the evidently realised by some of our poli-
name Whichello, which occurs in the tieians, who aro palpably steering clear
of the danger.
A new Insect House was opened at
T/ic|the Zoo last week. A visit to tho
Monkey House, however, proves that
not all the insects have yet been
The musical play, Art You There ? segregated.
MODES FOtt MEN'.
From a weekly cnnserie by "A Bath Club Chap" we gather that
ladies are not alone in baing catered for in the matter of ''Tango"
wear. All the smart men's tailors are busy evolving creations suitable
for the ball-room. No better could be approached than \V. E. Spiftin,
of Conduit Street, whose " Tango ' ' suits (ten guineas, with extra waist-
coat in whita, cream or mole) are a joy to the modern dancing-man.
THE BADGER.
! ; \srof the night's quaint clan
Jle goes his way—
A simple gentleman
In sober grey ;
To match lone paths of his
In woodlands dim,
The moons of centuries
Have silvered him.
Deep in the damp, fresh earth
He roots and rolls,
And builds his winter girth
Of sylvan tolls :
When seek the husbandmen
Tho furrow brown,
He hies him to his den
And lays him down.
There may ho rest for mo,
Nor ever stir
For clamorous obloquy
Of terrier ;
Last of the night's quaint clan
He curls in peace —
A friendly gentleman
In grey pelisse !
as a Labour candidate for the Colchester
Town Council.
at the Prince of Wales7 Theatre, will,
! we are told, consist in part of a satire
:on the London telephone system. If
Attention has been drawn to the i tho General Post Office possesses an
exceptionally large number of marriages I ounce of spirit there will, we should
which, according to recent announce- ' say, be some little difficulty in booking
ments, will not take place. It would ; seats by telephone.
he well if people recognised at an earlier j *...*
stage that the great danger of engage- j In the first numher of The Tlicspian,
ments is that they may le.vl to matri-JMr. F. R. BENSON urges upon actors
the importance of athletics. We
believe it to bo tv fact that, owing
to their neglect of athletics, many of
monv.
It is rumoured that Miss MAHIE
LI.HYD'S language, when pointing out our leading actors are prevented from
to tho immigration authorities at New ; performing on tho staircases now in
York that she was a lady, was exceed-
ingly interesting. .
A theatrical forecast has como true.
vogue,
ruin.
and are consequently faced by
The Last Days of Pompeii is an-
" Serpent, I say!"
"If we were to take Hr.
McKenna's speech as representing
the considered resolve of hig col-
leagues we should bo obliged to
conclude that the Government are marching
' a plat ventre ' to civil war." — The Globe.
Our sportive contemporary must not
say these hard things of the Govern-
ment, or the worm may turn.
"The two suffragist s who aro to bo charged
at next High Court in Glasgow with having
purposed setting Are to a house in the West
End refused to plead at the preliminary diet."
Scotsman.
Another hunger-strike.
" Responsions. Hr. Maclure, M.A., Author
of Greek Accents, prepares exclusively for
above." — Advt. in " Montiny I'ost."
A committee of public school boys is to
meet without delay to decide upon the
fate of the self-confessed inventor of
these horrors.
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PUNCH, OK THE LONDON CHARIVARI. [OCTOBER 15. 1913.
HOW THE LIBERALS GOT THERE.
["Liberalism has been successful because in all its quarrels it tries
patiently to understand and mako allowances for the sincere point of
view of the other side."— Mr. Winston Churchill's speech at Dundee.]
MEN of the City of Marmalade,
Stern by nature "and sweet by trade,
Every morning you bear now tales
ll'iw Victory .sits on the rally's sails;
Has it ever occurred to you to guess
What is the secret of our success.'
Hero are the facts : we have always tried
To get at the sense of the other side;
\\'o have made allowances all along
For what is sincere, though plainly wrong;
Ever we say, as wo light like hell,
"They don't know better, but may mean well!"
A typical case. My old friend GEORGE,
When he went, all out, for the ducal gorge —
What was the burning thought that lay
At the back of his head down Limehouse way ?
He was taking the landlord's point of view;
He was making allowance for blood that 's blue.
So with his great Insurance Act,
Marked by the most amazing tact.
Counsel he took with the Tory camp
On the vital question of licking the stamp,
And constantly racked his fertile brains
To appease the Unionist Mary Janes.
Similar care we have freely spent
In the matter of Disestablishment.
Before we fully arranged to wrest
To secular use the Church's chest,
We took incredible pains to find
Whether the Clergy would really mind.
The Chamber of Peers is another case
Where we sought to save the enemy's face.
We might have prescribed a deadly cure
For the scandal of primogeniture", '
But we simply suspended its doom in air
By a brief Preamble — and left it there. ' • •
So it has been with the Home Rule Bill :
We have patiently sought, and are seeking still,
Though Ulster's wrongs are the merest myth,
To make allowance for F. E. SMITH, -
And pleaded for grace (from yonder skies)
To see the picture with CARSON'S eyes.
Enough ! To assume a kindly tone
With those who honestly err; to own
That even a Tory's heart may be
Just possibly human — there you see
The methods that made us what we are,
And how we have climbed so fast and far.
So now I have told you all about
A thing you 'd never have guessed without ;
It 's my own idea, and I don't suppose
That anyone else in the Party knows;
Certainly ASQUITH hasn't yet
Mentioned it to the Cabinet. 0. S.
' ' WASTED — A Eurasian or Baboo who thoroughly understands the
working of an Auto-knitter. Will pay one anna per pair."
Eurasians are cheap to-day.
MRS. BAXTER.
" Francesca," I said, " you look weary."
"And so would you or anybody else," she said, "if you
had to endure all these worries."
" Worries," I said, " are sent to us for our good. If life
were always placid —
" I should like it much better ; but it never is."
" No, it is never always placid ; but it is occasionally
sometimes placid, and —
" You are getting mixed," she said ; " men ought never
to get mixed."
" Oh, do you think so ? " I said. " Don't you feel that a
little mixing now and then adds a spice of unexpected variety
to conversation — something better than the plain No and
the solid Yes ? The man who never got mixed never got
anything."
"Anyhow," she said, "it won't help us just now."
"Is this," I asked, "one of those moments in which
strong practical connnonsenso could be of any help ? "
" It might be," she said ; " but where am I to find it ? "
"Or what do you say to the sympathy of a good man?
Not an obtrusive fussy sympathy, you know, but a quiet
soothing sympathy not so much expressed in words as
You know the sort I mean ; you have often experienced it,
haven't you ? "
" Do you," she said, " mean the sympathy that smokes
a pipe and sits in an armchair reading The Tunes while I 'm
busy about the house? "
" And why not? " I said. " Besides, you know perfectly
well that I have offered to do your work over and over again."
" I should like to see you dare," she said.
" Francesca, I feel absolutely reckless. I am off this very
moment to order dinner. Fish, meat and groceries shall ail
yield their mysteries to me. I could interview a thousand
cooks and never flinch. I —
" You'll find it difficult enough to interview one," she said.
" One ! " I cried enthusiastically. " In my hands she will
be as clay to the potter. I shall mould her to my special
taste in entrees and savouries. Oh, Francesca, what dinners
we shall have ! " I half rose from my chair and prepared
to make a dash for the kitchen. She checked me with an
imperious wave of her hand and I fell hack again.
" It 's no good," she said. " You would not find her in a
humour to receive you."
" Oh, but I should soon get her into a receiving humour.
We should become great friends. There would be no orders.
I. should make a few tastful suggestions. I should say,
' Mrs. — By the way, what is her eminent name ? "
."Baxter." '
"Thank you. I should say, ' Mrs. Baxter, how does a
sweet omelette strike you? ' or ' Mrs. Baxter, what are your
views on cutlets d la Soubise?' and then I should tell her
who Soubise was and why the cutlets were called after him,
and she would be deeply interested, and the whole thing
would go off splendidly. Do let me try."
" I tell you," she repeated, " it 's no good. She has just
told me she wants to go at the end of her month."
" WHAT ! ! " I said convulsively.
" Shouting," said Francesca, "won't alter it."
" Another dream shattered," I said. " Who wouldn't
shout at the disappearance of so fair a vision ? Why, oh
why must she go ? "
" I said something about butter, and she seemed to resent
it,"
" But you are ready to apologise for your buttery imputa-
tions— I know you are. Surely genius must not bo
hampered by hard words about such a thing as butter.
Let her have tons of butter."
PUNCH, OB THE LONDON CHARIVARI.— OCTOBER 15, 1913.
* T"S _.'.\ ' . I (v rt/*^ x. • ,-Ts , -
THE IDEAL HOME (RULE) EXHIBITION.
OrroiiKR 15, 1913.]
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323
Bailiff. "On NO, YO'JR LADYSHIP, I DDN'T Mrao THE BATTLE PICTUUES — T.IEY DOS'I 03 MCCH DAMAGE, DVT it's THESE coxio
ONES THAT MESS THB PLACE UP THE WAY YOU 8KB IT."
[" Several owners of large estates aro allowing tha use of their grounds for the production of cinema pictures."]
i
" You 'd be the first to resent having to pay for it."
" Not I," I said. " Think of her vegetables."
" I admit," said Francesca, " that her vegetables are
good."
" And her soup," I continued. " Have you ever tasted
better?"
" Her soup is excellent, but —
" There must ha no ' buts,' " I said. " We cannot let
such vegetables and such soup leave us for ever without a
struggle. Did you try to persuade her ? "
"Well, I didn't fall on my knees, you know. 'You
wouldn't have liked me to do that."
" Oh yes, I should," I said. " Surely it was the one
thing to do. Your high spirit and your pride are admirable
qualities, Francesca, but I have noticed, with regret, that
they sometimes lead you astray. They make you do things
you are afterwards sorry for."
" Well, this time, you see, I did nothing. I just said, ' Oh,
very well,' and asked her what she had to complain of."
" Then I suppose she broke into tears and you mocked
at her grief ? "
" Not a bit of it. She went off into a long rigmarole, and,
amongst other things, she complained very much of you."
" Of me ? " 1 said. " Impossible."
" Yes, of you. She said Mr. Carlyon didn't seem to
fancy her way of cooking, and sometimes the dishes wasn't
more than tasted, and sukkastic messages come out of the
dining-room, and that led to disagreeable back-talk from
the other servants. Altogether, she didn't seem to approve
of you."
You ought not to have listened to her, Francesca," I
said.
I couldn't help listening to her. Besides, she's entitled
to give her reasons."
"I consider it," I said, "a great impertinence in her to
talk like that of me before you."
" Yes, and the kitchenmaid was listening, too."
" Indeed. And how did it strike the kitchenmaid ? "
" The kitchenmaid," said Francesca, " seemed to think it
was a joke. She sniggered."
" Francesca," I said, " I have been thinking this matter
over. I am afraid there is nothing for it. Mrs. Baxter
must go."
" I was sure you would agree with me," she said.
" And the kitchenmaid ? "
" Oh, she 's young," said Francesca.
" She must be warned not -to repeat her behaviour. It
was not respectful to you. You ought to have displayed a
proper spirit."
" Oh, no," said Francesca. " I have too much pride for
that. Proper spirits make all the mischief in the world."
E. C. L.
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PUNCH, OR THE LONDON CHARIVARI.
[OCTOBER 15, 1913.
AUTHORS DISCUSS CHINA.
TURKS Discuss AUTHORS' ILLUMIN-
ATING UTTERANCES.
As a result of tlio clarifying effect on
public opinion of the recent discussion
of the ethos of the Turk at the Authors'
Club, a debate of authors on the China-
man was held at Caxton Hall last
Friday, Mr. CHARLES GAMVICE again
presiding. la his introductory remarks
the Chairman observed that although
he had never personally visited China,
they had taken to China instead of
Indian tea the cause of Home Eule
had progressed by leaps and bounds.
Again, Ireland was famous for its
ginger-ale, the raw material for which
was principally imported from Canton.
Speaking for himself, it was one of the
greatest disappointments of his journal-
istic life when the late DOWAGER EM-
PRESS OF CHINA declined to contribute
an account of her early life to the
columns of P.A.P.
The Mayor of WESTMINSTER paid a
he had attended a performance of The i handsome tribute to the efficiency of
the municipal administration of Pekin.
That city was far ahead of Kensington,
where the pavements in High Street
were often so congested with perambu-
Ycllow Jacket and preferred Mandarin
to Seville oranges. Men of letters, he
continued, would always regard China
with sympathy in view of the stimu-
lating effect of opium on the genius of
DE QUINCEY and COLERIDGE, though
personally he preferred barley-
water.
Mr. JOHN GALSWORTHY was
not present, but he wrote a
letter, which the Chairman read,
to the effect that, if it could be
authoritatively ascertained that
most Chinamen married the
wrong woman first, he wouH
extend his patronage to the race.
Otherwise China was no place
for a conscientious English
novelist.
Mr. ARNOLD BENNETT also
wrote stating that he had not as
yet gone very deeply into the
matter of China, but when next
be had half-an-hour to spare he
would devote it to the compo-
sition of an article instructing
the Chinese in all the duties
of life.
Mr. BANISTER FLETCHER,
P.B.I. B. A., who apologised for
;he lateness of his arrival, ex-
Dlaining that he had been detained by of motorists. Such a thing would not
a dress-rehearsal at the Gas Congress, : be tolerated in Pekin.
delivered an exhaustive address on the j Mr. W. B. MAXWELL said that China
Was this economy necessary? Was
it not rather an insult to the 450
millions of patient Orientals now ruled
by YUAN SHIH-KAI ? He was no scare-
monger, but if ever we were confronted
by a Yellow Peril it would be largely
due to such acts as these.
By way of supplement to this
interesting debate we may give a brief
summary of the speeches made at a
meeting held in Constantinople last
week to discuss the tone and tendencies
of British authors, with TALAAT BEY
in the chair.
TALAAT said that the time had come
to decide whether the importation of
English novels should be allowed to
continue. For his own part, he had
Secretary of Village Entertainment. "How, DON'T GIVE THEM
ANYTHING TOO HIGH-CLASS; THEY WON'T UNDERSTAND IT."
architecture of the Chinese Wall, a | was the ideal country for a novelist
knowledge of which, he maintained, because there was no Library censor-
was absolutely essential to all journalists ship. You could publish just what you
and novelists. Whether one looked at j liked there ; but the melancholy result
ts length, its height or its breadth, it j was that very little was published,
mpressedtheimagination and furnished ""
ood for thought.
Mr. SILAS K. HOCKING, who followed,
Why this should be so he could not
imagine.
Mr. FILSON YOUNG observed that he
said that it was a commonplace of ( was glad that Mr. T. P. O'CONNOR had
European criticism to speak of the im- • raised the question of the hygienic
nobility of China. Yet they had aban- ' quality of China tea, as it enabled him
doned the pig-tail, and the Deputies at to call attention to an extraordinary
heir new Parliament all wore top-hats, lack of consideration shown by English
?he revival of the silk-hat trade in ; chatelaines for their guests. Quite re-
England was a direct result of this en- j cently, while staying in a well-appointed
ightened policy. ; country house, he was brought his early
Mr. T. P. O'CONNOR, M.P., in an morning tea, which turned out to be of
loquent speech, expressed the indebted- the most inferior Indian quality. At
ness of the Irish people to China. The breakfast the tea provided was the best
nsh were notoriously the "tea-drink- Soochong. But his appetite had been, , _„..._,
ngest" race in existence, and since entirely destroyed. (Criesof" Shame!") I A good doctor would soon cure them.
"Already the Premier,. Hsung-Hsi-Ling,
has begun applying for sick leave, showing
that internal difficulties are rampant."
Daily Telegraph.
lators that foot-passengers were driven i no hesitation in declaring his conviction
into the roadway, to the imminent peril ! that a wholesale prohibition would be
in the best interests of the
Ottoman Empire.
AHMED KIZA said that what
was wrong with the British
authors was theirlackof idealism.
There were exceptions, of course,
but the worst of it was that the
few idealists were pessimists to
the core. Take GALSWORTHY,
for instance, who had given
such a fine picture of the
English aristocracy in The Patri-
cian, but whose later works
gave him (AHMED EIZA) the
pure pip.
ENVER BEY, while admitting
his indebtedness to HERBERT
SPENCER, deplored the decadent
spirit which animated most
English novelists, with the ex-
ception of the Brothers HOCKING
and the Baroness ORCZY.
HILNIC PASHA followed on
similar lines. The censorship
in Turkey was purely political;
from the moral point of view Turkish
romances were above reproach, whereas
in England the great majority of
novelists were engaged in a carnival of
competitive impropriety.
DJAVID PASHA noted the extraordinary
inconsistency of British authors, who,
while criticising the domestic morals of
the Turks, yet encouraged them in their
writings. He understood that one of
the most popular works recently pub-
lished in England was entitled, Some
Experiences of an Irish Harem.
Ultimately a resolution was unani-
mously passed, expressing sympathy
with the Libraries Association in Lon-
don in their noble effort to restrict the
circulation of poisonous novels.
OCTOBER 15, 1913.]
PUNCH,
DEFINITIONS.
As soon as wo had joined tho ladies
after dinner Gerald took up a position
in front of tho firo.
" Now that the long winter evenings
are upon us," lie began —
" Anyhow, it 's always dark at half-
past nine," said Norah.
"Not in tho morning," said Dennis,
who has to ho excused for anything
foolish lie says since lie hecarne obsessed
witli golf.
" Please don't interrupt," I begged.
"Gerald is making a speech."
" I was only going to say that we
might have a little game of some sort.
Norah, what 's the latest parlour game
from London ? "
"Tell your uncle," I urged, "how
you amuse yourselves at the Lyceum."
" Do you know ' Hunt tho Pencil '?"
" No. What do you do ? "
"You collect five pencils ; when
you've got them, I'll tell you another
game."
" Bother these pencil games," said
Dennis, taking an imaginary swing
with a paper-knife. "I hope it isn't
too brainy."
" You '11 want to know how to spell,"
said Norah severely, and she went to
the writing desk for some paper.
In a little while — say, half-an-hour —
we had each a sheet of paper and a
pencil, and Norah was ready to explain.
" It 's called Definitions. I expect
you all know it."
We assured her we didn't.
" Well, you begin by writing down
five or six letters, one underneath the
other. We might each suggest one.
•E.'"
We weighed in with ours, and the
result was E P A D U. .
" Now you write them backwards."
There was a moment's consternation.
" Like ' bath-mat ' ? " said Dennis.
" An ' o ' backwards looks so silly."
" Stupid — like this, "explained Norah.
She showed us her paper.
E
P
A
D
U
II
D
A
P
E
"This is thrilling," said Mrs. Gerald,
pencilling hard.
" Then everybody has to fill in
words all the way down, your first
word beginning with 'e' and ending
with ' u,' and so on. See ? "
Gerald leant over Dennis and ex-
plained carefully to him, and in a little
while we all saw.
"Then, when everybody's finished,
wo define our words in turn, and the
person who guesses the word first gets
a mark. That 's all."
Genial Idiot. "IIvLio, WHITE, OLD HAH. NOT SEEN YOU FOB CENTURIES;
RECOGNISED YOU I MOUSTACHE AND ALIi THAT'S ALTEBED YOU SO MOCH."
Perfect Stranger. "PARDON ME, SIB, MY NAME is NOT WHITE."
Genial Idiot. "THAT'S BAD! ALTERED YOUR NAME, TOO!"
SCABCF.r.T
" And a very good game too," I said,
and I nibbed my head and began to
think.
"Of course," said Norah, after a
quarter of an hour's silence, " you
want to make the words difficult and
define them as subtly as possible."
" Of course," I said, wrestling with
'E — U.' I could only think of one
word, and it was the one everybody
else was certain to have.
" Are we all ready ? Then somebody
begin."
"You'd better begin, Norah, as you
know the game," said Mrs. Gerald.
We prepared to begin.
" Mine," said Norah, " is a bird."
" Emu," we all shouted ; but I swear
I was first.
"Yes."
" I don't think that 's a very subtle
definition," said Dennis. " You pro-
mised to be as subtle as possible."
Go on, dear," said Gerald to his wife.
Well, this is rather awkward.
M ne is "
Emu," I suggested.
You must wait till she has defined
it, ' said Norah sternly.
Mine is a sort of feathered animal."
Emu," I said again. In fact, we
all said it.
Gerald coughed. " Mine," he said,
" isn't exactly a— a fish, because it —
" Emu," said everybody.
" That was subtler," said Dennis,
" but it didn't deceive us."
" Your turn," said Norah to me.
And they all leant forward ready to
say " Emu."
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PUNCH, Oil THE LONDON CHARIVARI.
[OCTOBER 15, 1913.
" Mine," I said, "is — all right,
Dennis, you needn't look so excited—
is a word I onco heard a man say at
the Zoo."
There was a shriek of " Emu ! '
" Wrong," I said.
Everybody was silent.
» Where did ho say it? " asked Nora
at last. " What was he doing ? "
" He was standing outside the Emu's
cage."
" It must have been Emu."
"It wasn't."
" Perhaps there 's another animal
beginning with 'o' and ending with
' u '," suggested Dennis. " He might
have said, ' Look here, I 'm tired of
this old Emu, let's go and see the
E-doesn't-mu,' or whatever it 's called."
" We shall have to give it up," said
Norah at last. " What is it ? "
" Ebu," I announced. " My man had
a bad cold, and he said, ' Look, Baria,
there 's ad Ebu.' Er — what do I get
for that ? "
" Nothing," said Norah coldly. " It
isn't fair. Now, Mr. Dennis."
" Mine is not Emu, and it couldn't
be mistaken for Emu ; not even if you
had a sore throat and a sprained ankle.
And it has nothing to do with the Zoo,
and "
" Well, what is it ? "
"It's what you say at golf when
you miss a short putt."
"1 doubt it," I said.
" Not what Gerald says," said his wife.
" Well, it 's what you might say.
What HORACE would have said."
" ' Eheu ' — good," said Gerald, while
his wife was asking " Horace who ? "
We moved on to the next word,
P— D.
" Mine," said Norah, " is what you
might do to a man whom you didn't
like, but it 's a delightful thing to have
and at the same time you would hate
to be in it."
" Are you sure you know what you
are talking about, dear ? " said Mrs.
Gerald gently.
"Quite," said Norah with the con-
fidence of extreme youth.
"Could you say it again very slowly ?"
asked Dennis, " indicating by changes
in the voice which character is
speaking ? "
She said it again.
" ' Pound,' " said Gerald. " Good-
one to me."
Mrs. Gerald had "pod," Gerald had
"pond;" but they didn't define them
very cleverly and they were soon
guessed. Mine, unfortunately, was also
guessed at once.
" It is what Dennis's golf is," I said.
" ' Putrid,' " said Gerald correctly.
" Mine," said Dennis, " is what every-
body has two of."
" Then it's not 'pound,'" I said,
because I 've only got onc-and-nine-
pence."
" At least, it 's best to have two.
Sometimes you lose one. They 're very
useful at golf. In fact, absolutely
necessary."
" Have you got two ? "
" Yes."
I looked at Dennis's enormous hands
spread out on his knees.
"Is it 'pud'?" I asked. "It is?
Are those the two? Good heavens!"
and I gave myself a mark.
A — A was the next, and we had the
old Emu trouble.
" Mine," said Norah — " mine is rather
a meaningless word."
" 'Abracadabra,' " shouted everybody.
" Mine," said Miss Gerald, " is a very
strange word, which —
" 'Abracadabra,' "shouted every body.
"Mine," said Gerald, "is a word
which used to be —
" 'Abracadabra,' "shouted everybody.
" Mine," I said to save trouble, " is
Abracadabra.' "
" Mine," said Dennis, " isn't. It 's
what you say at golf when —
" Oh lor ! " I groaned. " Not again."
" When you hole a long putt for a
half."
" You 'd probably say, ' What about
that for a good putt, old thing? Thirty
yards at least,' " suggested Gerald.
" No."
"Is it — is it 'Alleluia'? " suggested
Mrs. Gerald timidly.
" Yes."
" Dennis," I said, " you 're an ass.'
::= * * * *
" And now," said Norah at the end
of the game, " who 's won ? "
They counted up their marks.
"Ten," said Norah.
" Fifteen," said Gerald.
" Three," said his wife.
" Fourteen," said Dennis.
They looked at me.
" I 'm afraid I forgot to put all mine
down," I said, "but I can easily work
it out. There were five words, and five
definitions of each word. Twenty-five
marks to be gained altogether. You
four have got — er — let 's see — forty-two
between you. That leaves me "
" That leaves you minus seventeen,"
said Dennis. " I 'm afraid you 've lost,
old man." He took up the shovel and
practised a few approach shots. " It 's
rather a good game."
I think so too. It 's a good game
but, like all paper games, its scoring
wants watching. A. A. M.
"He, in brief, was a fine example of the
saying, ' Suarter in modo seo forther in re.'
Clonmel Chronicle.
Gaelic always leaves us cold.
NIGHT AND MORNING
THOUGHTS.
THINK, when you sleep
And slip alone into a world of dream,
That fairies creep
LJp to the darkling house by glow-
worm gleam ;
And then kind-eyed
They cast delicious spells at your bed-
side,
And take you in their keeping
When you are sleeping.
In and out and round about, while
moonshine is peeping
Through the dimity curtains on the.
floor and counterpane,
Puck with his fairy broom is furbishing:
and sweeping,
And all the rest in the dimpsey light
are dancing, ring and chain,
Cross hands and down the middle
and cross hands again.
Think, when you wake
And blink your eyelids at the morning's
blue,
That fairies slake
Their dainty thirst upon the garden dew,
And tell the Bowers
To dress and give them breakfast in
their bowers,
And set the sunbeams shaking
When you are waking.
Here and there and everywhere, when
broad day is breaking
They troop into the garden, very
eager to be fed.
If the dew is not delivered, what a fuss
they will be making !
But at last they wander hack into
the wood and go to bed,
With yawns of gapy gossamer, each
fairy sleepy-head.
Mr. BIRRELL, in acknowledging the
receipt of the freedom of Glasgow,
spoke in praise of great cities, and is
reported to have referred to the "magic
names of Eome, Athens, Jerusalem,
Paris, London, Glasgow- and Edin-
burgh." Dublin seems for the moment
to have escaped his memory.
"The great cathedral of Gloucester was
filled to overflowing, so that the acoustic
properties were excellent. The nave is usually
too snorous." — Evening Standard.
Of-course it depends to a large extent
on the preacher.
" Having confessed to stealing ten motor
cycles from different owners by riding off on
a pretence of testing the machines, a carpenter
was sentenced to three months' hard labour
at the Old Bailey yesterday, Judge llentoul
stating that he should use extraordinary
leniency in order to give him another chance."
Standard.
Making the eleventh.
OCTOBER 15, 1913.]
PUNCH, OR THE LONDON CHAIMVAIIf.
327
Beginner. "I WONDEB WHAT THE CI.UB 's LIKE I OUOBT TO HAVE USED HERE? NONE OP THESE SEEM QUITE EIGHT I"
SPEEDING THE LINGERING
GUEST.
SOME remarks which appeared in a
leading provincial newspaper the other
day upon the " concentrated essence
of hospitality " -which is extended at
modern week-end shooting parties may
perhaps have been received with resent-
ment by certain society hostesses con-
cerned. " Modern hospitality," it was
explained, " is quite shameless in fixing
the hour of arrival and departure for
guests ; in some country houses the
hint is conveyed by the tiny cake
of " visitor's soap " in the bedrooms,
symbolical of the brief time guests are
expected to stay." One has always
had a feeling that that is the sort of
thing that ought not to be given away
in the press, but as our contemporary
has made a start in this direction we
may perhaps take the opportunity of
discussing the subject more fully.
The system of the symbolical soap
does not always work quite so smoothly
as one might think. There is a story
now going the rounds of an old gentle-
man, quite incapable of consciously
committing a faux pas, who neverthe-
less made himself extremely unpopular
at a well-known country house in the
Midlands by grossly outstaying his wel-
come. It is only fair to add that, as soon
as the whole truth was known, he was
completely exonerated. Ithappened that
the housemaid, in preparing his room,
had carelessly left behind her a large
slab of household soap, on which the
old gentleman worked away for several
weeks, never dreaming that he would
be expected to leave before he reached
the end of it. One cannot, however, so
easily excuse a certain Army officer,
who now finds all doors in society
closed to him. For it is said that he had
committed the unpardonable gaitcherie
of ringing for more soap.
But symbolical soap as a means of
getting rid of one's friends is rapidly
going out. Involving as it does the
personal habits and tastes of the various
guests it has been found altogether too
rigid in its operations. Some hostesses,
too, prefer a more direct hint and sim-
ply cut off the food supply; but this
is not done at the best houses. It is
considered more delicate to disturb the
even tenor of the guest's tranquillity
by a series of slight but cumulative
impediments.
Thus he will find that his morning
tea is stone cold; that the fire in his
bedroom is allowed to go out at 9 P.M. ;
that only one of his boots has been
blacked. If these fail there are other
and more drastic means, for the modern
hostess is a marvel of ingenuity when
it is a question of speeding the linger-
ing guest. He will find a Bradshaw
beneath his pillow, or, if he has brought
his motor, his chauffeur will be instructed
to hang about in unexpected places
waiting for orders. Sometimes the ear
is even brought round and kept waiting
at the front door.
In the case of extreme obtuseness,
further steps may sometimes have to
be taken. The delinquent will find
that he has to unpack his bag several
times a day and to be continually
retrieving his golf-clubs from the front
hall, where they arelying in conspicuous
readiness for his departure. And at
last, when he goes up to his room to
make ready for luncheon, he will be
shocked to discover that the blinds are
down and the carpet up, while a couple
of workmen are busy with the electric
light. Then it will come home to him.
The game is up and he must go.
But it must not be supposed that he
will be made to suffer any embarrass-
ment in his farewells. The modern
hostess is the very impersonation of
tact.
"The curtain rises on a splendidly-set
hunting scene. Nothing is left out at all.
Even the setters are there."
Sydney Morning Herald.
And, of course, the landing net.
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PUNCH, OR THE LONDON CHARIVARI.
[OCTOBER 15, 1913.
Rosamund (at the words, " This is for tJie second time of asking "). " OH, MOTHER, THEN SHE 's A WIDOW\ '
WHY YOU YELL.
(Written, for the benefit of the neighbourhood in general,
to a plienomenon who is stilt too youthful to make
coherent explanations for himself.)
I DO not think you have a pain inside;
Not hunger nor a sad satiety
Makes you screw up your face like that, and hide
Those optics where celestial stars abide,
And bellow like the D.
Some there may be of Calvinistic view,
Nursing the notion of primeval sins,
Would say old Adam 's still alive in you ;
Others would hoist you to a posture new
And readjust your pins.
These are in error. So is your mamrria,
Who seeks to soothe you down with wordy sham
And deems you weary from your long ta ta.
(Editor : " What on earth is that ? " Papa :
" Why, driving in his pram.")
That could not cause such poignancy of woe,
But sorrow for a place where sordid pelf
And lies rule everything — this spectre show
Where all is hollowness. Poor child! Ikno-.v;
I felt the same myself.
I howled, they tell me, also ; I could make
Sufficient noise for two when I was hurled
Into this vale of mourning : " Life 's a fake "
(That was the line which I proposed to take) ;
" Crikey ! Is this your world ? "
I came, like you, from Paradise ; I slid
Down by the rainbow stairs, and, when I saw
The meanness that enshrouds a mortal kid,
I told them what 1 thought of it — 1 did.
I nearly burst my jaw.
Well, you 11 get used to it. You "11 learn to veil
The heartfelt anguish underneath a smile,
Accept life's tinsel, and forget to wail
For that dim land beyond terrestrial hail
Where things are done in style.
Meantime, what wonder that your days are flat ?
Contemptuous of the women's idle talk,
What wonder that you spurn the dorsal pat ?
Your father's sympathy 's too deep for that ; •
He 's going for a walk.
"FAT-BABY MISTAKES.
STRAPPING INFANTS ON WRONG DIET."
Daily
It is very wrong to strap them whatever you may have
been eating.
A Farmyard Imitation ?
"It was heard under excellent conditions. Miss Kdyth Walker and
Mr. John Coatea were obviously at home and in complete sympathy
with their parts, the mooing duet being sung with the deepest feeling
and dramatic fervour." — Yorkshire Kvening News.
" Amcng the wedding presents to Prince Arthur of Connaught are a
pair of socks, knitted by an octogenarian shepherd arid a collie."
Standard,
Probably they did a sock each.
PUNCH, OB THE LONDON CHARIVARI.— OCTOUKK 15, 1913.
A UNION OF HEARTS.
THE ROTAL WEDDING, OCTOBER 15m.
MR. PI-NCH. " GOOD LUCK TO YOU BOTH, SIR! WE MAY DIFFER ABOUT ULSTER,
BUT WE 'BE ALL SOLID FOR CONNAUGHT!"
OCTOHER 15, 1913.]
PUNCH, OR THE LONDON CHARIVARI
331
SINGLE PILL CURLS
DOUBLt PME.UMONIA
"WELL, THIS 18 THE FIRST TIME I REMEMBER TO HAVE DERIVED ANY HEAL BENEFIT FEOM THESE PILLS."
THE NEW WAY OP ADVEE-
TISING PLAYS.
THE observer of contemporary journ-
alism can hardly fail to have been
struck with the change that is coming
over theatrical advertising. Should the
present tendency continue, this is what
we are coming to : —
Why suffer from Autumnal Depression
when for a price within the reach of
all you can forget your woes by wit-
nessing the enormously successful
farcical comedy
" WELL, REALLY, I MEAN —
Every evening at 9. DRYTEARIAN THEATRE.
Just the thing for the chilly weather.
Try it before you go to bed to-night.
THE DESCRIPTIVE TOUCH.
How glorious is the crisp morning
air up on this mountain side! How
the waters of the burn sing with glad-
ness as they go splashing and flashing
towards the tarn in tlie valley below.
The cottagers sing also, for blitheness
of heart, as they stand at their doors
to watch the passing of the Duke of
Shaftesbury-Avenue and his high-born
house-party on their way to stalk the
stag. See ! There goes a golden eagle ;
it lias carried off a little child to its
eyrie amongst the mountains, but no
one seems to mind. The day is too
sparkling and fresh for repining. Now
the stag runs away, and all the house-
party follow. " Tally-ho ! Tally-ho ! "
they cry, tumbling over one another in
their light-hearted eagerness to secure
the quarry. But, swift as they are,
there is one amongst them, a tall and
beautiful English maid, who is faster
than any. Pier name is
Ah ! For that you must witness
Act I. of
" THE TWIKL GIRL."
ARCADIAN THEATRE. Every evening at 8.30.
MORE TESTIMONY FROM THE
MIDLANDS.
Perhaps you remember -what the
critics said about The Powder Pu/?
(Anyhow, we are not going to repeat
it.) Now let us hear what the Public,
those who really know, think.
Mrs. Harris, Charwoman, of 225,
Bath Brick Cottages, Eugby, writes : —
"In the summer of this year my
health had become very low. My
husband and all my friends noticed it.
I was unable to rouse myself, and even
the exertion of attending a picture-
palace was frequently too much for
me. One day a friend, who had seen
your advertisement, advised me to try
a visit to the World Theatre. At first
I resisted the suggestion, but ultimately
allowed myself to be persuaded to take
advantage of a cheap excursion to
attend your Saturday matin&e. The
result was well-nigh incredible. After
the First Act I was able to sit up and
take nourishment. Before the end of
the Second my lassitude and general
apathy had entirely disappeared; and
I left the theatre a different woman.
I consider your piece is nothing short
of marvellous, and I am directing all
similar sufferers to at once visit
' THE POWDER PUFF.' "
WORLD THEATRE. Evenings, 9.
Wednesday and Saturday, 2.30.
"Braid was only a couple of yards from the
tee in two, but his putt went past the hole."
Tlw Globe.
" Nonsense," said BRAID to his caddie,
who offered him a brassie, " I always
use a putter for my third shot," and
proceeded to make the longest putt on
record.
"Navy blue pram, white, washable, kid
lined ; good condition, 80s. or near offer."
Advt. in " Portsmoutfi Evening News."
We don't know what the kid was lined
with (" good capon," perhaps), but we
hope lie will be taken out before the
p:am is sold.
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PUNCH, OR THE LONDON CHARIVARI. [OCTOBER is. 19:3.
PROPER PRIDE.
George Fallen ran into me as I
turned the corner.
" You 'TO just the man I want to see,"
ho said. " I want your advice."
" You won't take it," I replied. " No
one ever does. But come in hero any
way." I drew him into a doorway.
"It's like this," he said. "I want
to know how to reply to a letter I 'vo
had from the Earl of Frocester."
"An earl!" I exclaimed. "Things
are looking up."
" Well, it 's not exactly quite so good
as you think," he said. " But I 've got
it here. I '11 show it to you."
George, I may say, is a baritone — •
one of the best we have in —
our town. An amateur
strictly. By day he is en-
gaged in land agency pur-
suits.
He brought out packet
after packet of envelopes and j
went through them. From i
their appearance I guessed
that they represented the
mails of some weeks.
" I know it 's here some-
where," he said.
He went through them
again and opened one or
two without success.
" I 'm sure I put it in my
pocket," he said. " Well,
never mind, I can tell you
what it said." He put the
bundles back.
" As far as I can remem-
ber," lie said, " it went like
this : ' Dear Sir ' — either
'Dear Sir' or 'Dear Mr.
Fallou," I 'm not sure which.
'Dear Mr. Fallen,' I think.
Yes, I feel sure it was ' Dear
Mr. Fallon.' That made it
"Well," I said, "that's simple enough. { "Oh, well,
Of course you replied that you would?" but I'd like
"No," said George, " I didn't."
" Why not ? " I asked.
" Well," he said, " there were reasons.
You know I 'm not exactly a nobody ' should 1 be fair to myself — and, after
he said, "never mind;
you to see it. I could
have sworn I put it in my pocket after
lunch. Still, I 've given you the sub-
stance right enough. The point now is,
here, am I ? "
I assured him ho was not — very much
somebody, in fact.
" And you would have said that my
name would occur as quickly as any
one's to the mind of a person getting
up a concert ? " he continued.
" I should think so," I said.
" Well," he said, " other people had
had letters of invitation like this a full
week before mine." His look challenged
me to counter that.
THE CAMERA IN THE FOOTBALL FIELD.
(Five well-known players snapped at Bromleigh by a rising younj
artist who should go far in photographic journalism.)
Reading from left to right— BERT SCKOGGINS, " BULL-DOG
ALF BOOTS, JIM BILKER AND CHRIS MONTGOMEKIE.
' Do let me look again."
the more interesting, of course. How
I wish you could read it ! I '11 look for
it again. It must be here somewhere."
He was again extracting his bundles
when I stopped him.
"It doesn't matter," I said. "You
have the sense of it."
" But I 'd like you to read it," he
said.
"No," I said.
" Very well," he replied. " It went
on like this : — ' As chairman of the
committee who are arranging the
benefit performance on the 19th for the
Cottage Hospital, it gives me much
pleasure to ask if you will be so very
good as to figure in our programme
and favour the audience with one of
your charming solos ? An early answer
will oblige. Yours faithfully '• — I 'm
sure it was ' faithfully,' " George inter-
polated— " ' FKOCE j
" Are you sura? "
' Quite," he said.
asked.
1 1 'veseen them."
"But perhaps London people were
asked first," I suggested.
" No, these were local artists — like
me," he said.
" Then what arc you going to do ? "
I asked him.
" That 's what I want to know," ho
said. " Of course I should like to oblige
his grace."
" His lordship," I corrected, but he
missed it.
"I should like to oblige his grace,"
he repeated, " who, after all, does call
me ' Dear Mr. Fallon ' — at least, I believe
so. I wish
show you.
I had
But I
the letter hero
have got it, I
certain ; I '11 look again."
Again he went right through
bundles of correspondence, again
nearly had it, but had it not.
to
'm
his
he
all, that's of some importance in the
world, isn't it? "
" Most certainly," I said.
" Should I be just to myself if at my
time of life I overlooked the deliberate
passing over of mo by this committee
until they had had a lot of refusals?
For that 's what it comes to."
"Do you really feel as strongly as
that?" I said.
"I do," he replied.
"But think of the muddle there
— always is in this kind of
thing," I said. "It may
jhave been his lordship's
fault. Ha may have for-
gotten to write to you for a
weak."
" I wish I could think
so," he said.
"And the object," I con-
tinued, "the charity. Surely
you would like to do some-
thing for that ? "
" Why don't they want
more than one song ? "
George asked evasively.
" It 's a very full pro-
gramme," I suggested, " and
you 're sure to get an en-
core. You '11 take more than
one with you, of course."
"If I go," he said.
" Oh, you '11 go," I replied.
" His lordship has never
asked you for anything
before, and to refuse would
be a bad start. He did call
you 'Doar Mr. Fallon,'
too ! "
" I wonder if he did,"
said George. " I wish I had the letter
here. I '11 look again. I 'd so like you j
to see it."
"Oh no," I said quickly. "That 's all
right."
" No," he replied ; " I may as well
looLc once more. I must nave it some-
where."
Again he went through his bundles,
and this time the letter actually ap-
peared.
He was overjoyed.
" Now," he said, " you shall see for
yourself," and he spread it out.
As he did so his face fell. It began,
"Dear Sir."
" Well, I 'm hanged! " he said. " Tc
think I should have got that wrong
But that settles it," he added, as IK
drew himself up proudly and re-placet
the packets. "Nothing shall induct
me to sing there now."
OCTOBER 15, 1913.]
PUNCH, OR TirE LONDON CHARIVARI.
333
IDEA
Dear Old Lady (to celebrated Professor wJio is slwiving tier some chiclcen-lwuses lie has made in his spare lime). "Bui I HAD so
BA YOU WERE SUCH A HANDY MAN. YOU 'HE SIMPLY WASTED IN ENGLAND; YOU OUGHT TO HAVE GONE OUT TO THE COLONIES."
THE IMPERIAL LYONS.
THE KAISER becomes more and more
like Sir JOSEPH LYONS every day. We
all know that he paints pictures ; so
does Sir JOSEPH. The KAISER can do
deadly work with the pen ; and Sir
JOSEPH also is a writer. The KAISER
preaches ; and even Sir JOSEPH has
been known to hold forth. Now we
are informed by The Daily News that
the KAISER owns a caf6 ; and still more
so does Sir JOSEPH LYONS. His
IMPERIAL MAJESTY, we understand,
occasionally drops into his own
restaurant for a little light refreshment;
and here again, if our information is
correct, he follows the great English
restaurateur's example.
"If KAISER WILHELM is going
seriously into the business, however,"
Sir JOSEPH is alleged to have said to a
representative of the Press the other
day, " I am sorry for him. Forty to
fifty per cent, profit is not so easy to
make in these days."
But supposing he employed good
musicians and gave orders for his own
compositions to be played ? "
"No," said Sir JOSEPH, looking
thoughtfully out of the window, as if
the pools of memory had been stirred,
— " no, even then he might fail." And
he sighed. We did not know before
that Sir JOSEPH was a composer also.
Whilst on his tour of enquiry, the
representative of the Press was authori-
tatively informed that there was no
truth in the rumour that APPENHODT was
only an alias of the GERMAN EMPEROR.
An incident which might have been
attended by alarming results took place
in the Imperial establishment a few
days ago (writes our Berlin Corres-
pondent). A gentleman entered and
sat at a table. The waitresses were
gathered together by the coffee-um
busily putting each other's brooches
straight. After waiting ten or fifteen
minutes, the customer rang the bell on
his table, whereupon a young waitress,
who had only recently joined the staff,
approached him slowly. She stood by
his table looking at the reflection of
herself in a mirror. " A small cup of
coffee and some biscuits, please," said
the customer. Without a word she
returned to the coffee urn, convulsed
her colleagues with some playful re-
mark, and presently came back to the
customer to fling before him half a
pork pie and a glass of ginger beer.
" No, my child," he said kindly, " I
want coffee and biscuits." " Then
why couldn't you say so? " asked the
waitress crossly. At this juncture a
young cavalry officer sitting at another
table, who had with difficulty re-
strained his feelings during the incident,
sprang to his feet, drew his sword, and
would have felled the unhappy at-
tendant to the linoleum. But the
neglected customer rose and with an
imperious gesture stayed him. " Sheath
your sword, my gallant one," he said;
" you mean well, but we must not have
bloodshed here. This is a respectable
establishment. Do you hear, Sir ? Put
up your sword — I, your Emperor,
command you ! "
For it was he 1
"Before that thing happens blood would
flow, and once blood had flown that thing
would never happen." — Observer.
Funny how this craze for aviation gets
into the blood.
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PUNCH, OK TIIK LONDON CHARIVARI. [OCTOBEB 15. 1913.
PRE-NATAL INFLUENCE.
THE publicity given by The ^
Express to tbo life-history of EUGEN-
ETTB, the super-baby of Hampstead,
whoso parents prepared for her arrival
by undergoing a careful course of mental
aiid spiritual exercise, lias brought us
a host of letters from correspondents
who give the results of their own
essays in this branch of Eugenics. We
select a few of the most interesting
cases that have bean brought under
our notice : — •
Burllf Cottage, Bilgeivater.
Sin,— Before our darling Egregia
•was bora my wife and I made a
complete study of the works of Mr.
HALL CAINE. The result is that now,
at the age of eleven months, Egregia lias
begun to express her thoughts with
fluency and distinction, while her sense
of morality is wonderfully developed.
Her favourite plaything is a pen, and,
while displaying a healthy contempt
for teddy-bears and dolls, she invariably
refuses to go to bed unless accompanied
by the bust of SHAKSPEARE, which
during the daytime reposes on the
principal bookcase. I may mention
that she has converted the library into
her nursery, and it is a significant
fact that on entering that apartment
yesterday I found her absorbed in
The Woman Thou Garest Me, over
parts of which she was busily engaged
in pouring the contents of the inkpot.
Yours faithfully,
THEOPHRASTUS KNIBBS.
The Acorns, Flowery Way,
Cranklcy Garden Suburb.
DEAR Sin, — Believing as I do that
the perfect life is only attainable by a
strict adherence to vegetarian principles,
I spent the months preceding my son's
birth in daily communion with the
products of Mr. EUSTACE MILES, Mr.
G. B. SHAW, and other leaders of the
same school of thought. Carrots (as
we call him, though his baptismal
name is Bernard) is now seven months
old, and whenever he has been put to
the test he has refused meat in the
most uncompromising fashion. He is
a strong, healthy lad, and takes an
unaffected delight in the physical and
breathing exercises which he is set to
perform every morning. Intellectually
lie shows the greatest promise, and
from certain expressions, as yet in-
distinct, which I have heard him let
fjll, I believe he will develop into an
accomplished linguist. This I attribute
to my own customary diet of French
beans, Brussels sprouts, and Spanish
nuts. Yours sincerely,
SEMOLINA SIMPKINS.
305, Contango Terrace,
West Hampst:ccl.
Sin,— I am willing to wager that my
firstborn, Montagu, is the most business-
like baby in the kingdom. His mother
and I took care of that. Before he
arrived she used to come down to my
office every day and go through the
books, and when I mention that I am
a financial agent in the West-end of
London you will appreciate what this
means. Montagu already knows what 's
what. I recently gave him some coins
to play with, in order that early in life
he should become familiar with the
value of money. The other day I
handed him a shilling and asked him
to change it for me. He solemnly
counted out eleven pennies and pushed
them towards me ; the other penny, of
course, he had kept for himself as
commission. He can already do sums
in simple interest (from sixty percent.).
I enclose my business card in case you
or any of your friends should wish to
consult me, and remain,
Yours obediently,
MONTMORF.NCT.
Belfast.
DEAR SIR, — The wife and I are both
staunch Unionists, and have thrown
ourselves heart and soul into the Anti-
Home Eule movement. A few weeks
after the opening of tha present
campaign, during which we attended
scores of meetings, our baby girl, whom
we have named Effie Carsonia, made her
appearance. She is of a fierce fight-
ing disposition, and from the moment
of her birth has never ceased to declaim
day and night. The light that comes
into her eyes when she is shown a
Union Jack is beautiful to see. I regret
to say, however, that she is now suffer-
ing from an ulsterated throat.
Yours faithfully,
PATER AND PATRIOT.
Portland.
SIR, — Unfortunately for myself, I
happened to be born shortly after the
discovery of the great Bank Swindle
of '64. Doubtless my parents, who
took a deep interest in current affairs,
were full of it at the time, and this
explains certain defects in my character
which have always caused me great
pain, and which I have never been
able to eradicate. Perhaps now that
attention has been drawn to this
important subject my case will be
investigated scientifically, and stepi
will be taken to have me removed from
my present uncongenial surroundings.
Thanking you in anticipation,
Yours hopefully,
A. CROOK.
MUSICAL OMENS.
Miss LILIAN GKANFELT, interviewed
by The Pall Mall Gazette on tbo subject
of her forthcoming appearance in Mr.
RAYMOND K6ZF/S Joan of Arc, tells
an interesting story of an incident
which befell her in her student days at
Paris : —
" One day I was riding on horseback
with some Scandinavian students when
my horse shied and bolted. My hat
flew off, my hair came undone and fell
round me in streams, but still I held
fast and would not let go. The people
who saw me shouted, ' Bravo, Jeanne
d'Arc ! ' and it was, I think, a sort of
sign that I should one day be the creator
of the Maid of Orleans in this opera."
Inquiries made of various luminaries
of the musical world show that these
premonitions are of comparatively
frequent occurrence.
Mr. Boldero-Bamborough (n6 Bam-
berger), the famous Scoto-Semitic
violinist, writes from Boldero Towers
to point out that in his early infancy
the nursery rhyme to which he was
always lulled to sleep by Madame Bam-
berger was " Hi diddle diddle, the cat
and the fiddle." It should bo mentioned
that Mr. Boldero-Bamborough possesses
a very fine Persian cat called Beethoven,
because of its addiction to Moonlight
Sonatas.
M. JEAN DE RF.SZKE, in a recent inter-
iew with a Polish journalist, describes
,he curious omen which befell him when
attending a public elementary school in
L'odolia. " One day," remarked the
great tenor, "I was playing tipcat
with some of my schoolmates on the
aanks of a small lake, when, in the
ardour of the game, I lost my balance,
'ell into the water, and being unable
;o swim would probably have been
drowned but for the timely assistance of
an old swan, which seized my waist-
band with its bill and brought me to
the shore. The schoolmaster, who had
been summoned by the cries of the boys, !
shouted out, 'Buck up, Lohengrin!'
and for the rest of my schooldays I
went by the name of the role in which
I was subsequently destined to win
some of my most resounding triumphs."
Madame MELBA is fond of telling a
curious story of her schooldays at the
High School at Mazawattee, which
foreshadowed her success on the lyric
stage. On her arrival at the school with
several other new - comers the head-
mistress asked, " Which of you is Nellie
Mitchell?" and the future prima donna
replied with ungrammatical' emphasis,
" Me, me." As a result she was at once
nicknamed " Mimi," in accurate antici-
pation of her ultimate identification
with the heroine of PUCCINI'S opera.
OCTOIIKU 15, 1913.]
PUNCH, OR THE LONDON CHARIVARI.
LAMENT FOR THE BUTLER.
[It has recently hern stated that, owing principally to the increasing
charges on laud, the butler i.s vanishing from the social system.]
ATTEND, ye peers, to this my painful coil ;
Ye squires and higli manorial lord*, attend,
"Whom the harsh taxes on your native soil
Compel to stint, and rudely recommend
A stern frugality that sees no end,
'While 1, with dirges due and measures low,
Deplore your butler, who has got to go.
For he was wonderful. His matchless mien,
So calm, ineffable and full of rest,
Would have done honour to the purest dean.
Unsmiling, at the board the noblest jest
Awoke no echo in that stoic breast ;
Nay, frequently 'twas not without a qualm
Of daring that one tipped his ample palm.
And in that rite how well he would compare
With the awed donor. Not for him the spell
Of fluttering coyness, but a wavy air
Of one who, from his loftier height, would quell
All doubts with " Peace upon you, it is well."
Gold only was his metal; that full port
Forbad all coinage of the baser sort.
He was a thing of ornament, a sun
With satellites in his reflected ray ;
These worked that he might see that it was done ;
Only with pious hands lie would convey
The wine from the deep cellar where it lay,
And tend, and serve it with full care, and beam
Fortli on the board, immobile and supreme.
A sun. And whence he rose none ever knew.
We think he was not made of common eaith ;
Surely that classic presence never grew
(Save to its full convexity of girth) ;
Fully equipped, he must have sprung at birth
Like Pallas ; for in truth 'twould half destroy
His wonders had he bsen a human boy.
Haply — we may not know — lie did but come
From some dim far isle in mysterious seas
Where dwell the favoured race of butlerdom,
And little baby butlers bloom at ease,
Austere, grey-whiskered, with small cellar-keys;
Till in a faery bark they seek the shore
Of gilded Mammon and return no more.
But times wax hard. And he, the stay and prop
Of many a proud demesne, must disappear.
His lord will mourn him ; guests who come to stop
Will to his memory drop a kindly tear.
Pert maids, of undeniably trim cheer,
Will ply his gentle task and save expense,
Yet never reach his storied eminence.
Then, butler, pass ; tho' not without regret,
Thy nest, no doubt, is feathered, and I see
Those chambers in the West, which thou wilt let,
And prosper, and from every care be free
Save one, which may be safely left to me :
Thou shalt not be forgotten, for all time
Being made famous by this deathless rhyme.
Di'M-Duii.
" Tlu y started side hy side at the f ill of a fl-ig. and flew neck and neck
to York, when- the Lancashire pilot (Mr. F. It. Raynham) arrived some-
thing like forty ininutus in front of his opponent." — Daily Neics.
Either he had a very long nock, or they flew very slowly.
The Mother. "Now, YOUNG LLKWELLYN, I 'VE ONLY GOT A. PEKNY
LEFT, BO YOU 'LL *AVE TO BUS ALOSG OP THE 'BUB A31 I 'li MEET,
YEH AT TUB OTHEB END."
SPARING OUR FEELINGS.
TIIR recent softening action of Sir JAMES BABBIE has
led to still more developments of the new " Drama with-
out Fears." A new Act is to be added to the enormously
successful drama Sealed Orders, in which it will be
explained that all the horrid happenings of battle and
bloodshed, airships and assassination, are in reality but tho
disordered imaginings of the (supposed) burglar who drinks
the drugged wine (not poisoned) in Act I. What actu-
ally took place was that a party of high-spirited young
people had arranged a mock burglary, with no felonious
intent whatever, through the roof. One of them, overcome
by huskiness, drinks the wine that has been treated with
a soporific but quite innocuous powder, and dreams the
rest of the play. It is to be hoped that the new Act,
which shows him wakening none the worse, and the
restoration of the dismissed clerk, will go far to dissipate
any doubts that might have been formed concerning the
perfect niceness of everybody concerned.
Actuated by a kindly anxiety lest the feelings of the
audience should be unduly harrowed by the spectacle of a
too-realistic lion, the management of the St. James's Theatre
have now made arrangements by which the beast shall
appear before the curtain and address the spectators, saying
that he is no such thing, but a man as other men are, and
indeed telling them plainly that he is Mr. SILLWABD, the
aotor. It is reported that Mr. BERNARD SHAW has been
induce-] to take this suggestion from a fellow dramatist
(the author of A MidsummeK Night's Dream and other plays).
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[OCTOBER 15, 1913.
AT THE
'THE GRAND
PLAY.
SEIGNEUR."
' my own hard heart, should by all the
' rules have easily broken down the
| villain himself who overheard it. On
ONE has had the opportunity of j the contrary, he took it unmoved, and
admiring on many a stage the lofty it was only when the mob got wind of
his identity, and he saw his game was
up, that he assumed repentance and
made admission of his evil life in a
speech of studied rhetoric.
Duecredit must begiven to the authors
of the play for its unpretentiousness.
But there was one very pretentious
scene where promise far outran per-
formance. A certain dancer, Odette,
of the Parisian stage, had renounced
frivolity in exchange for the love of a
good honest fellow, the Vicomte de St.
Croix. An accident to her coach — she
and contemptuous detachment of the
French aristocrat in face of the Revo-
lution ; the heroism, too, of his devo-
tion and self-sacrifice. But about the
Marquis de la Valliure's indifference to
death there was something original.
With the guillotine waiting for him
round the corner ho could still find
time to be a private villain. Indeed,
though faithful to his caste and pre-
pared to die gamely with the best of
them, he has the effrontery to adopt
the insignia of the common enemy in
order to compass a personal
revenge against a member of his
own class. During the process
ho finds himself in a position to
effect several gallant rescues,
and altogether his villainy has
a rather attractive flavour. His
very name, Desire, though for
some reason it had discarded its
first accent and anyhow was
singularly inappropriate to his
character, tended to dispose one
in his favour, and his graceful
cynicism always found a foil in
the brutality of the sansculottes
who might at any moment have
his blood. His candour, too,
was very disarming; he was
not satisfied that his villainous
designs should be known to the
audience ; his victim must share
them. " I have decoyed you to
my bedroom on a false report,"
he tells the innocent Adele, in
his gentle voice, " in order that The Grand Seigneur (greatly lored and making conversation)
you may be compromised, and "Been to many Minuet Teas this season, Duchesse?"
then you will have to marry
me." You can't expect the
gallery to hiss a villain like that.
It was just a simple melodrama of
action with no play of character and
frankly free of all intellectual subtlety.
From the moment in the First Act when
the Marquis says, in effect, to his
menial, Captain Taberteau, " You may
have forgotten a certain detail in your
past career which it is convenient that
the audience should know ; I will there-
fore recall it to you " — we saw that we
were not to be worried by any defiance
of dramatic tradition. Nor could the
ingenuous remark, " Let 's have no more
of your histrionics "—an oli ruse, this,
which an actor is made to refer to
stage as if he weren't on it — deceive
us into supposing that we had to do
with anything else but histrionics all
ihrough. But there was a momentary
apse at the end. A pathetic scene
Between the villain's victim and her
ittle sister, which very nearly touched
Marquis de la Vallifre
Duchesse de liennes
Mr. H. B. IRVING
Miss MABIE LOHB
is on her way to Paris — brings her to
the Chateau of Rennes, occupied by a
few intoxicated Sons of Liberty. A
miniature trunk that accompanies her
is understood to contain her repertoire
of dancing apparel ; and she is invited
to perform before these ruffians in the
costume of Phryne, a part in which she
has won much esteem in the metropolis.
1 have my own ideas as to the costume
appropriate to this historical character,
and the one assumed by Odette, though
sketchy, bore no resemblance to it in
point of impropriety. Nevertheless,
and though it was concealed by a
voluminous cloak, she chose, by an i gladly share the strain.
incredible kink of modesty, to risk
her husband's life rather than escape
should change garments with her. After
a very improbable scone, in which he
affects to mistake her for Odette, the
Duchesse is compelled to dance a minuet
with him in this alleged costume of
Phryne.
I have so seldom had the experience
of seeing Miss MARIE LOHR in a play
where she has not been asked to appear
in pyjamas or other undress that I suf-
fered no appreciable shock. And any-
how the performance was of the most
perfunctory and respectable. The Mar-
quis, who was justified in expecting
something a little more troublant, didn't
attempt to conceal his boredom, but
just walked through the dance, keeping
up a continuous flow of conversation.
Mr. HARRY IRVING was con-
tent to play his villainy in a low
key, and made no very strong
bid for unpopularity. He acted
with an easy skill worthy of
a much better setting. Miss
MARIE LOHR, in the distressful
part of the Ducliesse, which
allowed little scope for her light-
ness of touch, was most moving
in the scene with the tiny
Annette, prettily played by Miss
SYBIL JOSE. The rest of the
cast, including a revolutionary
with a strong Cockney accent,
do not call for much remark,
though Miss MAY WIIITTY
played well as a Comtesse who
could talk scandal or step to the
guillotine with equal aplomb.
Mr. BEN FIELD afforded a little
relief as a Maire in liquor ; and
Miss GLADYS FFOLLIOTT, im-
personally described as " A
Virago," showed great spirit.
It was not her fault that she
suddenly decided to have no
more taste for blood on the
strength of a remark made by the
Duchesse de Bennes about a lady who
had just lost her head on the guillotine :
" I pray God she had no children ! "
I thought these tricoteuses were made
of sterner stuff.
Mr. HARRY IRVING is very welcome
back amongst us, and I wish his new
enterprise a great success. But he
must not mind if I also wish that he
would be a shade more ambitious, and
allow his fine gifts a better chance than
they can find in a play which offers so
little exercise for the intelligence of
actors and audience. I would very
O. S.
with him in a costume in which he
must have seen her a hundred times on
the stage. So she insists that the
young Duchesse de Eennes (object of the
wicked Marquis's loathsome addresses)
"The last edition was obviously a
improvement. It contains 85'2 pages, besides
58 pages of Introduction ; say 6CX) pages in
round numbers. ' ' — Freethinker.
Of course, if they ask us to, we will
say it, but we don't believe it.
OCTOBER 15, 1913.]
PUNCH, OR THE LONDON CHARIVARI.
337
Disgusted Sportsman. " MISSED AGAIN! I CAN'T HIT A THING. I'LL HAVE TO GIVE IT UP!"
Stalker. "On, I WADNA DAE THAT. YE CANNA HIT THEM, BUT YE HAE A FINE STYLE, WHATEVER."
OUR BOOKING-OFFICE.
(By Mr. Punch's Staff of Learned Clerks.)
I HAVE long suspected that there are two Miss MARY
CHOLMONDELEYS, and the publication of her new novel,
motwithstanding (MURRAY), confirms my suspicion. One
Miss CHOLMONDELEY is an entirely delightful person. She
rejoices in country scenes — some village with its parson, its
old maids, its rectory and its rooks, its school and green, its
manor house with the squire, and its inn with the gossips.
Such scenes she describes supremely well, and I enjoy im-
mensely her own enjoyment in the doing of it. There is
in her new novel a chapter that contains the very best
description of a village choir-practice that I have ever read,
and indeed all the homely humorous scenes in Notwith-
standing are pictures of quiet English life that neither Miss
MITFORD nor Mrs. GASKELL have excelled. But, alas, there
is also the other Miss CHOLMONDELEY. This is the lady
who gave us the melodrama of Red Pottage and of Prisoners.
In those books she had herself to some extent under control,
but in Notwithstanding she revels gloriously. Her story
depends upon at least a dozen most elaborate coincidences ;
upon conversations either just overheard or just missed ;
upon four characters who are either paralytic or insane;
upon a wicked nurse who marries the idiot son in order to
obtain the property ; upon a will which is lost and found
with a quite bewildering iteration; and finally upon the
most convenient fire in all fiction — a fire that burns, with
great precision, the exact corner of the will that the hero
and heroine desire it to burn. How hopelessly arc the quiet
realistic scenes of country life upset by these extravagances !
Why is Miss CHOLMONDELEY so determined upon a manu-
factured and incredible plot? No one wishes for melo-
drama when so many real and convincing delights are
offered. I beg of her to dismiss once and for ever her
Surrey-side collaborator.
It was happily inevitable that Mr. G. F. BRADBY (whose
j Dick contained one of the most delightful studies of boyhood
in modern fiction) should sooner or later write an exclusively
' school story. The Lanchester Tradition (SMITH, ELDER) is
• however unexpected in that its protagonists are not school-
boys but schoolmasters. I must say that the relative
novelty of this is welcome ; and it may at once be added
that it proves Mr. BRADBY well qualified to deal shrewdly
with his own kind. One feels on every page that the book
is the work of one who knows thoroughly what he is writing
about — not to say one who has taken an unholy and impish
joy in a good deal of it. Certainly the peculiar atmosphere
of a public school community, that strange blend of idealism
and pettiness, courage and futility, could not have been
conveyed with more truth than in this story of the new head-
master of Chiltern and his difficulties. Many of the
characters are clearly portraits, though, I suspect, composite
ones ; they are certainly all very much alive, from
Mr. Flaggon, the head, down to Tipham, whom he imports
as the latest product of Cambridge culture — with results
somewhat devastating to the senior staff. Mr. BRADBY,
has a gift of phrase that I have admired before (there is, for
! example, a definition of English oratory that is alone worth
I the sum charged for the book) and an ironic humour none
' the less biting for its placidity. He has in short written a
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[OCTOBER 15, 1913.
book that, though its chief appeal will be to the specialist,
provides the general public with a, sufficiently entertaining
story, and some valuable instruction.
it with emotion — of various kind*.
The expert will re id
I believe that the worth of a novel could he at once dis-
covered from a glance at the handwriting in which it was
book, which goes on to narrate the happy ending of the love
affair between his daughter and the rather ingenuous young
man who has been chosen to chronicle his life, my enthu-
siasm, I fear, gradually dwindled, since none of these people
evoked in me sufficient interest to drive away the over-
shadowing memory of the dead man. This is perhaps what
the authoress intended, and yet I cannot help feeling that
originally composed. I do not, however, anticipate that the a dead sinner, even though he is expiating his evilness in
publishers, even for the purpose of testing my theory, will another world, does not make a wholly satisfactory character
take to reproducing authors' works in facsimile, for what is for romance. As with all books that I have read written
most readable in print would probably prove least legible in by Roman Catholics the trail of the tract is everywhere
manuscript. Mr. A. SCOTT CBAVEN writes, I suspect, in a clear in this one; but in fairness it must be added that, like
diminutive and scholarly hand, giving a pleasing effect from nearly all novels that are the work of Roman Catholics, it
a distance but proving undecipherable on closer inspection.
Further, his written page must, I think, bo noticeably
darkened with frequent erasures, many a word having been
altered many a time. There is that in The Fool's Tragedy
which makes me wish that he had dictated it to
is written exceedingly well.
It is an odd paradox that stories about real persons and
events should afways bo harder to believe than those that
are entirely imaginary. But the fact remains, and I was
an impatient and bullying stenographer, insistent on spesd, conscious of it just now when reading The Rescue of Martha
regardless of diction and intolerant of any later revision ; in (HUTCHINSON). Everybody knows what good rousing
which case a meticulous sense of style would not have been | romances Mr. F. FRANKFORT MOORE can make up out of
allowed to interfere with the flow of a ready inspiration. [ his own head. Here, however, he has gone to actual
He has a fine type of fool,
the brilliant thinker, the
restless, sparkling theorist
detached from and incapa-
ble of all worldly considera-
tions, and the tragedy is
developed in the most
cogent circumstances, those
politely known as "reduced."
The situation is acutely felt
and acutely impressed, and
the relations of the magnifi-
cent pauper with the world
in general and his wife in j
particular are vivid and j
real. All that is wanting ;
to make the book great is I
the spontaneity which I
feel has been suppressed.
Over-elaborate descriptions
I could forgive as an amia-
ble diversion, but it is a
dialogue should be stilted.
HOW TO OVERCOME THE DIFFICULTY OF THK SHORTAGE
OF HORSES IN THE ARMY.
A KEW BUEED OK THE LINES OP THF. DACHSHUND.
more serious flaw that the
One conversation, as a result
of which the chief speaker incurred suspicion of practical
immorality, was so much edited that it was rendered and
still remains (to me, at any rate) meaningless.
Mr. Blake of TJie Bab Ballads was, as no doubt you
remember, a regular out-and-out hardened sinner, and
"quite indifferent as to the particular kinds of dresses
That the clergyman wore at the church where he used to go to pray."
His latitudinarianism, however, obtained a measure of
toleration from his biographer which is not extended to
Horace Blake (HUTCHINSON) by Mrs. WILFRID WARD.
That gentleman, a dramatist of unsurpassed genius, but a
militant atheist and by all standards a thorough bad lot, is
introduced to us when under sentence of death from an
incurable disease, and at the zenith of his career as an
iconoclastic but popular playwright. Leaving at home his
wife, who worships his intellect though she understands his
character, he goss to St. Jean des Pluies in Brittany with
his daughter in order to take what must be his last holiday,
and falls under the spell of the religion which had been his
in childhood, so that he dies shriven and in the arms of the
Church of Rome. He had previously given orders that the
last act of his cleverest and most provocative play should
be destroyed. From the beginning of the second part of the
— [happenings; the theme of
the book is a reconstitution
and an explanation of the
shooting of MARTHA RRAY
by JAMES HACKMAN. It is
a sufficiently sordid story ;
and the reader, who will
rejoics to find Mr. MOOBK
again in that eighteenth-
cantury period that lie knows
and handles so well, may be
excused for wishing that he
had chosen a more fragrant
episode. Of its three chief
personages indeed — Martha
herself, the elderly Lord
Sandwich, whose light o'
love she was, and //
man, who intrigue;! with Inr
under the roof of her noble
protector — there is none for
whom very much sympathy can be claimed. I am not sure
that I didn't find niy lord the best of the trio — he was at
least free from cant. Still, such as it is, the story is to'.cl
with an engaging bustle ; and the eighteenth-century atmo-
sphere is excellently preserved. The scenes move before one
like a series of contemporary prints — more delicate in treat-
ment than in subject. But, after all, this is only another
way of praising Mr. MOORE'S mastery of his medium, a
task happily superfluous. So I will let it go at that.
" ' Mr. Claude Grahamo-VVhite is now making a flight with a pas-
senger,' shouted the megaphone man as ' Clandio ' banked gaily over-
head with a rather stout young man wearing a monocle behind "him."
We always wear ours in front.
Heuter.
the throne
of
'•VIENNA, Thursday.
The King of Greece had intended to visit the Emperor on his way
back to Greece, as his father used to do nearly every year. Hi's
Majesty was compelled, however, to accelerate his return to Athens,
but he sent a telegram to the Emperor expressing his great regret at
the fact that his intended visit could not take placo. — 7'
[King Gustavo V. was born in 1858, and ascended
Sweden in 1907, in succession to his father, Oscar II. Ho married
in 1881 Princess Victoria of Baden, and has by her three sons. The
eldest, the heir to the throne, Gustaf Adolf, w.is born in 1882, and
married in 1905 Princess Margaret of Connaught, by whom he has
four children.] " — Daily Nctrs.
" Good ! " said the Editor. " I 'm glad you 've been able to
get rid of that stuff about KING GUST'AVE at last."
OCTOBER 22, 1913.]
PUNCH, OR TIIK LONDON CHARIVARI.
339
CHARIVARIA.
ALT, attempts to secure Mr. LLOYD
GEORGE for the forthcoming Welsh
comedy at the Strand Theatre have
failed. * *
With reference to the CHANCELLOR'S
promise of a Bill to settle the Land
Question, a correspondent writes from
Gotham pointing out that we already
have a Settled Land Act, and protesting
against more legislation.
* i *
"Father," asked'the boy, "did Mr.
LLOYD GEORGE make the Panama
Canal ? Because I read somewhere
that he had gone in for land-bursting."
*...*
The desire for local self-government
is spreading in Ireland. Not only does
Ulster wish to be ruled
by Sir E. CARSON, but
in Dublin there is now
a large party in favour
of that city being con-
trolled by Mr. LARKIN,
and Mr. REDMOND is
asking what will there
be left for him.
Suffragettes to know that it is not only
women who are treated as chattels.
The management of the New York
Hippodrome have agreed to lend their
little clown, MA RCKLIXK, to Mr. CHARLES
COCHK.VN for his Christmas season.
The Mayor of GUILDFORD, it is
announced, is departing from the usual
custom of inviting only male guests
to the Mayoral banquet. The ladies
protest that they have never had any
desire to shirk such functions.
"DRESS AND THE MAN
COLLARS AND SHIRTS FOR THB
EVENING."
Evening Standard.
There is no doubt that they smarten
a man up. Try them.
, It really is astonish-
ing the number of
people who take LABKIN
seriously. .;. -;.
' *
Mr. UHE has been
made Lord President of
the Court of Session.
What a change — from
political life to a sphere
where the truth, the
whole truth, and nothing but the truth
must be told ! ... ^
The conversion of the building behind
the Victoria Memorial, St. James's
Park, into a palace is now rapidly
approaching completion.
Mme. LYDIA YAVORSKA, who, in I love
you, played the part of a duck, has
changed her bill at The Ambassadors.
* *
Satisfaction is being freely expressed
in juvenile circles at the settlement of
the trouble in the spinning trade which
threatened to interfere seriously with
the peg-top season.
. * *
~'£
There is no pleasing some people.
The Suffragettes disliked the Cat and
Mouse Act, yet no sooner does the
HOME SECRETARY agree to suspend it in
favour of two of their number convicted
of arson than these ladies are more
annoyed than ever.
* *
It may afford some poor solace to
THE PROGRESS OF
CIVILIZATION.
[Tho bargees of tho Swalo assert that thojr
have now finally renounced tho use of strong
language.]
1 POLED my punt on Thames' silver
tide,
And there, by dint of faulty navi-
gation,
I struck a barge, and gave her shabby
side
A barely palpable excoriation ;
The bargee's words were positively rank :
" Dash blanky dash," he yelled, " blank
dashy blank ! "
On Kentish Swale I met a like mishap,
And, motor-launched and furiously
driving,
I made thebargernan execute, poor chap,
An unrehearsed and
sudden feat of
diving.
When, grampus - like,
he rose from that
assault,
He smiled and said, "So
sorry, Sir; my
fault t "
PASTIMES OP THE GREAT.
PRIMA DONNA CURBING VOICE so AS TO RELY ENTIRELY on DRAMATIC GESTURE
IN VIEW OF PENDING D&BVT IN CINEMATOGRAPH PLAY.
Drink, it is evident, still retains some
of its old attractive power. ' Messrs.
ALLSOPP AND SONS offered two vacan-
cies on their staff to University men.
They received seventy applications.
:;: :;:
It is announced that it has been
decided that the new battleship pro-
visionally ordered of Messrs. VICKEKS
LTD. is to be named Revenge, and not
Renown. The MAD MULLAH declares,
however, that he is not to be intimi-
dated.
* *
The huge building Olympia is now
labelled : —
" OLYMPIA
IDEAjJ HOME.'
A countryman gazed up at it. "A
size too big for me," he remarked,
*.,.*
Two women fought a duel at Naples
last week, and one of them was
wounded. We trust that this may
prove a salutary lesson to them as to
the danger of this method of settling a
dispute.
Legal Intelligence.
On Monday, October
11, the Michaelmas
Law Sittings were
opened. Having at-
tended the service at
the Abbey and sung,
without hesitation, the
anthem ("Behold, how
good and joyful a thing
it is for brethren to dwell together in
unity "), the Bench and Bar proceeded
to the Law Courts to start on the
1,817 actions awaiting trial.
" Her whole aspect was altered, she was
staring round in utter surprise, like a shop-
walker suddenly awakened." — The Pictures.
" Shopwalker " would appear to be a
misprint for " Post Office Clerk."
Mr. LLOYD GEORGE as reported in
The Liverpool Courier : —
"If that if fair for a property which is tho
creation of a man's brain, why should it ba
unfair for another Monopoly, not created by
tho landlords — a coduodity which is more
vital to the whole conditions of life? "
This is a question which every thought-
ful citizen should answer for himself.
A new book has been announced in
America as follows : —
" ROOSEVELT. Theodore Roosevelt. An
autobiography. By Theodore Roosevelt.
Col. Roosevelt's own story of his lifj."
Those who are in the know, tell us that
there will be a lot about ex-President
ROOSEVELT in it.
340
PUNCH, OR THE LONDON CHARIVARI.
[OCTOBER 22, 1913.
TO THE CURSE OF MY COUNTRY.
(After reading Mr. LLOYD GEORGE'S vines on the
predatory habits of the pheasant.)
GAY fowl that in my more ethereal moods
I count too fair, too innocent, to perish !
When men have talked about tho plague that
broods
Over the rustic lives we ought to cherish,
Little I dreamt that you were at its root,
Voracious brute I
Under those radiant plumes I hear you hido
A constitution which would shame a vulture;
The ruin of our ravaged countryside,
Our blighted homesteads, and our agriculture
Reduced to pulp— all this, I 'in told, is dua
Largely to you.
Like to a monstrous army on the sack
You plunge our teeming tilths in desolation ;
Like .to a swarm of locusts, in your track
You .spread the germs of rural emigration ;
The scene reminds one of the Halls of Tara,
Or, say, Sahara.
Your natural food is worms and fallen gram ;
You have no fancy for the mangold- wurzel ;
And yet your wanton beak, for joy of bane,
When in a leisure hour the chance occurs, '11
Puncture the last-named, causing more distress
Than one would guess.
For now the truth comes out : a searching light
Thrown on our blasted land reveals ziiy error
Who thought of you as something quiie all right,
Not as a bird of prey, a ravening terror,
That makes the bowers where once the turnip smiled
'Perfectly wild.
Well have you kept your secret till to-day ;
But LLOYD has probed it with his Land Enquiry;
Relentlessly he plucks the veil away,
Promising vengeance and a Dies Irts
When you and other things that he has cursed
Are to be burst.
For Hodge and England! Yes, your day is dead;
And I, for one, shall do my bes| endeavour
To take, when next you rocket o'er my head,
A deadlier aim (if possible) than ever,
As though behind me GEORGE'S voice I heard
Say, " KILL THAT BIRD ! "
===== °'S<
HOW CAN THEY AT THE PRICE?
HAVE you tried the shilling table d'hote luncheons?
I only discovered them last week. And ever since I have
been wondering whether it's some kind of philanthropic
institution or a business move..
This morning I treated my friend Grumpson to a shillings-
worth, and I believe he has come very near to solving the
problem for me.
I will briefly describe the lunch and its effect on Grumpson.
Picture him sitting there contentedly after demolishing the
first course. I watch him furtively, and marvel at the
cheapness of it all. I know Grumpson of old. He is an
epicure of the first water. Nothing but the best satisfies
him. I myself have not quite sunk to the inclusion of
gastronomy amongst the fine arts, but I can at least
appreciate good cooking and edible food. The management
is most considerate, and refrains from blazoning the absurd
price of this feast upon its menu cards. I do nothing to
defeat this tactful reticence, for I think that a knowledge
of tho facts might tend to mar Grumpson's enjoyment.
Besides, he is rather fond of twitting me about what ho
politely terms my excessive economy.
I sit, as I said, furtively watching him, wondering tho
while how on earth they can do it at the price. Mind you,
this is an anxious time for 1113. The whole adventure is
an experiment on my part, for I owe Grumpson a luncheon
and a restaurant of this kind may be rather a handy thin"
to have up one's sleeve for these occasions. Yet apparently
I need have no fear. The fish proves just as excellent as the
hors d'aeuvrc, and the cnlrfe is simply delicious. Grumpson
usually talks through an indifferent meal, treating the act
of mastication as a mere bodily necessity. Now he says
nothing, but his facial mirror reflects the satisfaction
within.
The service, again, is nothing short of perfection. Our
waiter is the essence of competence, and though the
place is full we suffer-no inconvenient delay between the
courses. We arrive at the cheese and biscuits after- a sweet
that I know happens to be one of Grumpson's particular
weaknesses. He attacks his Stilton with undiminished gusto.
Finally coffee is served— of so fine a quality that th'e aroma
of it might wTell cause the mouth of a Sultan to water.
It really is a wonderful rneul.
Carelessly, yst with a note of triumph in my voice, I
remark : " Well, what do you think of it, Grumpson?" He
drains his cup and beams upon me. " Excellent, old chap !
By Jove! They must pay their chef a pretty penny. It 's
one of. the best lunches I 've ever tasted." He glances
at his watch. "Yes. We've just time. --Have another
with mel "
THE SINGLE -BLOT.
Lilac Cottage, Bilberry Green.
SIR, — In an age when the setting aside of convention
and time-honoured British custom is all too popular (due,
n -my opinion, in great measure to the present so-called
Government), it has been delightful to read of the incidents
attending the wedding of Prince and .Princess Arthur of
Donnaught last week. I was so glad to sea in the pictures
that (all unknown to the happy pair, I am given to under-
stand) a slipper was fastened to the back of the motor in
which they started for their honeymoon. This is as it
should be. It has given equal pleasure to read that both
•ice and confetti were thrown over the royal bride and
>ridegroom. Even the King himself, they tell me, threw
ome rice; and we may bo sure that one who bears the
eputation of being among the best shots in Europe did
good service in that direction.
But, Sir, it was with something akin to pain that I dis-
dvered the absence from this occasion' of a detail which,
o my mind, custom has made a hallowed necessity to a
ruly British marriage. Let.me say at once that in no way
an blame be attached to the newly-married pair for the
mission to which I refer ; their domestic happiness must
uffer, alas, through no fault of their own. Upon their
riends must lie the responsibility for the fact that, among
be multitude of wedding gifts, not one single silver cruet
or the centre of the table was included. My own dear
arents had no fewer than seven, several of which I
still possess. Still, I do hope that the dear Prince and
"rincess may be truly happy.
Yours, etc.,
LAVINIA LIYENDER.
PUNCH, OB THE LONDON CHARIVARI.— OCTOBER 22, 1913.
' S. 0. S."
PUNCH (to Mr. MARCONI). "MANY HEARTS BLESS YOU TO-DAY, SIR. THE WORLD'S DEBT
TO YOU GROWS FAST."
344
PUNCH, OR THE LONDON CHARIVARI.
[OCTOBER 22, 1913.
HOW TO APPEASE ULSTER.
SIB,— May I, through you, bring
lx;fore your Radical contemporaries of
the daily and weekly press a perfectly
infallible method of making Ulster and
I'lstermen happy and reconciling them
to Home Rule ?
I have noticed that no true Ulster-
man has the least objection to being
called a traitor, a bigot, a sedition-
monger, a potential rebel, or anything
of that kind. Indeed, he seems to revel
in it. But if you laugh at him or ridi-
cule his plans, his armies or his leaders
he becomes purple and all but inarticu-
late with passion, and any attempt at
argument is thenceforth wasted on him.
That being so — you
must have noticed it
yourself — I suggest
that Radicals should
change their tactics.
In future, when Sir
EDWARD CARSON, with
F. E. SMITH in attend-
ance, reviews his forces,
instead of belittling the
attitude of the leader
and depreciating the
character and number
of the army, they should
write of them after this
fashion : —
" These men are trai-
tors of the very worst
and 1 1 1 1 > s t traitorous
description. They are
massing their fighting
men (and, whatever
else we may think of
them, we know that
Ulstermen can and will
fight to the very last
gasp) ; they have an
inexhaustible store of
arms and ammunition ; they have ap-
pointed their leaders. Their chieftain
is Sir EDWARD CARSON, and none has
greater skill than he in appealing to
the basest and most seditious passions
of mankind. Their fighting commander,
General RICHARDSON, a scarred veteran
of a hundred campaigns, is noted not
merely for his genius as a strategist
and a tactician, but also for the iron
discipline which he ruthlessly enforces
upon his men. He is, perhaps, the
greatest soldier who has ever worn the
British uniform. We shudder to think
what the issue of the war will be when
such a captain commands the hosts of
the zealots and bigots who have rallied
to the standard of the revolution in
Ulster. Moreover, it must be remem-
bered that Mr. F. E. SMITH is on the
side of Ulster. We have never agreed
with those who are inclined to make
light of this man. On the contrary,
we believe him to bo a good rider and
the possessor of a venomous tongue.
He is an iron embodiment of unalter-
able devotion to principle, and, when
fighting begins, lie is sure to be found
wherever the bullets are thickest. The
presence of such a leader in the field is
wortli 10,000 men.
" Yesterday there was another review
of militant traitors before KING CAHSON.
It is said that there were 12,000 men
(including Mr. F. E. SMITH) on parade.
This is obviously an understatement
put forth with the view of lulling the
Government of the country into a false
security. Our own information is that
as many as 50,000 men in the dower
of strength and manhood marched past
GAEDEN SUBURB IDYLLS.
THE BREADWINNER'S GOODBYE TO HIS CHILDBEN.
the saluting point. We have reason
to believe that throughout Ulster Sir
EDWARD can reckon on the support of
no fewer than half a million warlike
men.
" We have stated the facts as calmly
as we can. The danger is overwhelm-
ing. Why does the Government give
no sign ? Let them look to it before
it is too late. Their plain duty is to
arrest and imprison the rebellious
leaders of this dreadful movement.
Otherwise we see no alternative except
a prompt submission5 to traitors who
are prepared to drench the land with
blood."
There, Sir, what do you think of the
idea ? On reading such an article The
Pall Mall Gazette will, I am sure, say
that at last a ray of light has begun to
pierce the miasma of Radical blind-
ness. Yours, etc.,
ANTI-DEMOCRITUS.
THE VILE CORPUS.
[A provincial schoolmistress recently applied
for tho loan of a baby from the local work-
house for several hours weekly to enable her
to give practical lessons in the washing and
dressing of infants. It is to bo hoped, how-
ever, that there will not be a repatition of the
grim tragedy described in the following lines.]
HE was only a workhouse baby,
A poor little creature, left
In a railway cloak-room, or, may be,
From natural causes bereft ;
But his fame shall for ever be written
In letters of purest gold,
For he lived and died like a Briton,
And thus is his story told : —
On Monday to school he was taken
And shamelessly stripped of his
clothes — •
An insult designed to
awaken
A fury of infantile
oaths.
On Tuesday, with heart-
less exertion,
They plied him with
water and soap,
And at the eleventh
immersion
He ceded his remnant
of hope.
On Wednesday and
Thursday the
victim
By amateur fingers
was clad ;
With wandering "safe-
ties" they pricked
him
And drove him in-
curably mad.
They put him to bed
on the Friday,
With physic next
day he was dosed,
And, looking a little untidy,
On Sunday he gave up the ghost.
There are tears for his fate, which was
rotten,
But he suffered in order to save,
And babies as yet unbegotten
With garlands shall honour his grave;
For, if there 's exemption for others
From exquisite torment of limb,
'Twill be due to the fact that their
mothers
Once experimented on him.
An esteemed contemporary publishes
a photograph of a gentleman smoking
a pipe "outside the High Court
buildings, where his wife was sentenced
to eight months imprisonment for
attempted fire raising." The headline
"THE PIPE OP PEACE"
seems to lack the finer sense of chivalry.
.OCTOBER 22, 1913.] .PUNCH, OR THE LONDON CHAHIVARL 345
Father (nnjny). " THAT APPCISTMENT YOU FOR30T TO KEEP TO-DAY WAS TITS
HATE MADE YOUU CAREER. BUT YOU PBEFER TO WASTE YOUR TIME PLAYING OOLF-
Scn (hurt). " NOT WASTE, FATHEB— I WON THIS CRUET."
CIIASCK Or A LIFETIME, AND WOULD PROBABLY
FICTION OM THE FILM.
(.1 reflection on the enormous educational value of the
'cinematograph, suggested by a happy hour at one of
our siili urban 2>alaces.)
1 HAVE seen the pick and flower of the world's romances,
Not mirrorod in mental imagos faint and slow ;
Too long I had moved in the midst of boyhood's fancies,
But now I know ;
I have seen how the bioscope stages the story of Ivankoe.
I have seen the Templcr* himself, the great Bois Guilbert,
With a waxed moustache on his lip like the KAISER'S own,
And Front de Bcnif, who was also a bit of a filbert
And crowned with a cone,
Half-drunk in aNorman castle with arches of Gothic stone.
I have seen the scutcheonless knight oppose Sir Brian
To the sound of an old tin tea-tray beaten " off " ;
I have seen the charger that carried Richard the Lion;
I have marked the trough
That stared between every rib — I could almost hear him
cough.
I hava seen the rout of the mail-clad Norman troopers
By llobin Hood's men with never a bow to hand,
All running about like musical comedy supers
In time with the band ;
I have seen the mysterious Palmer returned from the
Who!y* LanL
A podgy young man, the Palmer, and soft the quilting
Of tavern l)jds, 1 wis, on his homeward way.
* Sic (in the explanatory notes projcctel on the screen).
Ah, well ! he was never obliged to do any tilting ;
The champion's fray
Was a duel, it seems, on foot, and no doubt it was
cheaper in hay.
These things have I seen. I have seen old Isaac chivied,
Rebecca a-top of a ruinous castle stair,
Her hand, to her fluttering breast, her face all livid :
" Young man, you dare I
Hands oSf! or I fling myself down on the courtyard
stones, so there ! "
What need to tell you the rest? How, lifting his visor,
The Disinherited Knight confronts his foe
With a huge sardonic wink ; I say I am wiser
Than long ago.
I have learnt more things than I dreamed of the drama
of Ivanhoe.
But why stop there ? Shall only adventurous novels
And stories of doughty daeds with an old-time plot
Be filmed for the sake of a mind that halts and grovels,
And The Egoist not?
I want GEORGE MEKEDITH " cined t " as well as Sir
WALTER SCOTT.
I want to see Richard Feverel made immortal
With pearls from the Pilgrim's scrip in a print of
flames ;
I want JANE AUSTEN starred on the cinema's portal,
And, name of all names,
I want to sea Albert and "Liza enjoying their 'ENEBY
JAMES. EVOE.
f American.
346
PUNCH, OR THE LONDON CHARIVARI.
[OCTOBER 22, 1913.
"UNDER ENTIRELY NEW
MANAGEMENT."
I KNOW a fool of a dog who pretend
that ho is a Cocker Spaniel, and is
convinced that tho world revolves
round him wonderingly. The sun
so it may shino on his glossy morning
coat; it seta so his master may know
that it is time for tho evening l.:
if the rain falls it is that a fool of r, dog
may wipe on his mistress's skirt his
mn'ldy boots. His day is always
exciting, always full of the samo good
things; his night a repetition of his
day, more gloriously developed. If
there be a sacred moment before the
dawn when he lies awake and ponders
on life, ho tells himself confidently that
it will go on for ever like this — a life
planned nobly for himself, but one in
which the master and mistress whom
he protects must always find a place.
And I think perhaps he would want a
place for me too in that life, who am
not his real master but yet one of the
house. I hope he would.
What Chum doesn't know is this :
his master and mistress are leaving
him. They are going to a part of the
world where a fool of a dog with no
manners is a nuisance. If Chum could
see all the good little London dogs,
who at home sit languidly on their
mistress's lap, and abroad take their
view of life through a muff much bigger
than themselves; if he could see the
big obedient dogs, who walk solemnly
through the Park carrying their
master's stick, never pausing in their
impressive march unless it bo to
plunge into the Serpentine and rescue
a drowning child, he would know what
I mean. He would admit that a dog
who cannot answer to his own name
and pays but little more attention to
"Down, idiot," and "Come here, fool,"
is not every place's dog. He would
admit it, if he had time. But before I
could have called his attention to half
the good dogs I had marked out he
would have sat down beaming in front
of a motor-car . . . and then he would
never have known what now he will
know so soon — that his master and
mistress are leaving him.
It has been my business to find a
new home for him. It is harder than
you think. I can make him sound
lovable, but I cannot make him sound
good. Of course I might leave out his
doubtful qualities, and describe him
merely as beautiful and affectionate ;
I might .... but I couldn't. I think
Chum's habitual smile would get larger,
le would wriggle the end of himself
nore ecstatically than ever if he heard
limself summed up as beautiful and
aTeotionate. Anyway, I couldn't do
it, for I get carried away when I
speak of him and I reveal all his bad
qualities.
" I am afraid ho is a snob," I con-
fessed to one woman of whom I had
hopes. " Ho doesn't much care for
what he calls the lower classes."
"Oh? " she said.
" Yes, he hates badly dressed people.
Corduroy trousers tied up at the knee
always excite him. I don't know if
any of your family — no, I suppose not.
But if ho ever sees a man with his
trousers tied up at tho knee he goes
for him. And ho can't bear trades-
people ; at least not the men. Washer-
women he loves. Ho rather likes the
washing-basket too. Once, when he
was left alono with it for a moment,
he appeared shortly afterwards on the
lawn with a pair of — well, I mean
he had no business with them at all.
We got them away after a bit of a
chase, and then they had to go to the
wash again. It seemed rather a pity
when they 'd only just come back. Of
course, I smacked his head for him ;
but he looks so surprised and reproach-
ful when he's done wrong that you
never feel it's quite his fault."
" I doubt if I shall be able to take
him after all," she said. " I 've just
remembered "
I forget what it was she remembered,
but it meant that I was still without
a new house for Chum.
" What does he eat ? " somebody else
asked me. It seemed hopeful ; I could
see Chum already installed.
"Officially," I said, "he lives on
puppy biscuits ; he also has the toast-
crusts after breakfast and an occasional
bone. Privately, he is fond of bees.
I have seen him eat as many as six
bees in an afternoon. Sometimes he
wanders down to the kitchen-garden
and picks the gooseberries; he likes
all fruit, but gooseberries are the
things he can reach best. When
there aren't any gooseberries about,
he has to be content with the hips
and haws from the rose-trees. But
really you needn't bother, he can eat
anything. The only thing he doesn't
like is whitening. We were just going
to mark the lawn one day, and while
we were busy pegging it out he
wandered up and drank the whitening
out of the marker. It is practically the
only disappointment he has ever "had.
He looked at us, and you could see that
his opinion of us had gone down.
' What did you put it there for, if you
didn't mean me to drink it ? ' he said
reproachfully. Then he turned and
walked slowly and thoughtfully back to
!iis kennel. He never came out till
next morning."
" Eeally ? " said my man. " Well, I
shall have to think about it. I '11 let
you know."
Of course I knew what that meant.
With a third dog-lover to whom I
spoko tho negotiations came to grief,
not apparently because of any faults
of Chum's, but because, if you will
believe it, of my own shortcomings.
At least I can suppose nothing else.
For this man had been enthusiastic
about him. Ho had revelled in the talc
of Chum's wickedness; ho had adored
him for being so conceited. Ho had
practically said that he would take him.
" Do," I begged. " I 'm sure he 'd
bo happy with you. You see, he 'a not
everybody's dog ; I mean, I don't want
any odd man whom I don't know to
take him. It must be a friend of mine,
so that I shall often be able to see
Chum afterwards."
"So that— what ? " he asked anxiously.
" So that I shall often be able to see
Chum afterwards. Week-ends, you
know, and so on. I couldn't bear to
lose the silly old ass altogether."
He looked thoughtful ; and, when I
went on to speak about Chum's fond-
ness for chickens, and his other lovable
ways, he changed the subject alto-
gether. He wrote afterwards that he
was sorry he couldn't manage with a
third dog. And I like to think he was
not afraid of Churn — but only of me.
But I have found the right man at
last. A day will come soon when I shall
take Chum from his present home to
his new one. That will be a great day
for him. I can se3 him in the train,
wiping his boots effusively on every new
passenger, wriggling under the seat and
out again from sheer joy of life ; I
can see him in the taxi, taking his one
brief impression of a world that means
nothing to him ; I can see him in
another train, joyous, eager, putting
his paws on my collar from time to
time and saying excitedly, " What a
day this is i " And if he survives the
journey; if I can keep him on the way
from all the delightful deaths he longs
to try; if I can get him safely to his
new house, then I can see him
Well, I wonder. What will they do
to him? When I sea him again, will
he be a sober little dog, answering to
his name, careful to keep his muddy
feet off the visitor's trousers, grown up,
obedient, following to heel round the
garden, the faithful servant of his
master? Or will he be the same old
silly ass, no use to anybody, always
dirty, always smiling, always in tho
way, a clumsy, blundering fool of a dog
who knows you can't help loving him?
I wonder . . .
Between ourselves, I don't think they
can alter him now ... Oh, I hope
they can't. A. A. M.
OCTOBER 22, 1913.] rUNCH, Oil THE LONDON' CHAIJI V.MiL
347
THE RACE FOR ARMAMENTS.
THE FACT THAT TTIR Ri:pi nr.ic OP RAN MARINO is AHOI'T TO Ann FOI n nrss TO ITS AKTILI.I nv, liitiNoj.sa TUB TOTAL up TO
FIVE, la CACMKQ A BTIIt AMnSii TI1K MINOR I'OWKllS. WE I.KAUX WITH AITKl .11 1 :-SION —
THAT TIIE MAHARAJAH OF CHOKUM BHOTAL HAS BEEH TESTING A DIRIGIBLE WITH A VIEW TO PURCHASE.
THAT THE NAVY OF BOBIOBOOLA is SHORTLY TO BE STRENGTHENED BY THE ADDITION OF A SUBMARINE.
THAT THB DEFENCES OF BAFFIN LAND AHB BEING BBOUGHT DP TO DATE.
348
PUNCH, OR THE LONDON CHARIVARI.
[OCTOBER 22, 1913.
RESOURCE.
Motor Cyclist. " QUICK! EVAHGELINE— P/.VCH B.isr; THE HORN WON'T WORK!"
THE PEOFESSOE.
IN one of the Greak manuscripts
which recently came to light in the
cellar of the Armenian monastery of
San Lazzaro, and are now being
patiently deciphered and translated by
the learned Father MECHIDAS, there is
a story of DIOGENES which has not yet
seen the light. The venerable scholar
(who recently related it to a visitor to
Venice) permits Mr. Punch to print this
interesting legend.
On one of the Cynic's infrequent
visits to Athens curiosity induced him
to make the round of the theatres to
see how public taste was tending and to
what lengths the leniency of audiences
[which had long been on the stretch)
could go. He passed silently and
grimly from one play to another, in
sach finding more triviality and folly
;han the last. How many theatres
there were the chronicler does not
say, but cartainly no fewer than five-
and-twenty, in not one of which,
at that unfortunate period, was any
lign of pure tragedy. Nothing but
arce, comedy and the tertium quid
melodrama. In not one theatre was a
classical author being played.
DIOGENES passed on to the very
numerous singing and acrobatic houses,
and there he found chiefly performers
from other countries in trumpery
medleys of dialogue, music and dancing
which purported to ba satirical com-
mentaries on the times but were
nothing of the kind. He was prepared
for a certain amount of second-rate
foolishness hero and there ; but what
struck him as^the most curious change
that had come over the city was the
fact that not only was every place of
entertainment crowded, but everyone
seemed delighted with the fare that
was offered. No murmur of surprise
was heard; no dissentient voice. The
Athenians, in short, Sad relinquished,
under the influence of some strange
passion for beguilement, their ancient
right of criticism.
The next day DIOGENES was observed
walking slowly through the streets of
Athens leading a goose. Hither and
thither he wandered, through all the
principal thoroughfares, and evan up
the steep rock to the Parthenon itself,
attended always by his grotesque com-
panion. For a while no one dared ven-
ture to question the illustrious cur-
mudgeon. At last one bolder than the
rest put the question. " What is the
goose for?" he asked. "He is an ex-
cellent and most useful fellow," replied
the Cynic, "and I want to find him
some pupils. He gives lessons in
hissing."
IN OCTOBER.
IN Richmond Park
The leaf was thinned,
The dusk grew dark,
Loud piped the wind ;
The blown West yellowed
A cloud 's torn cloak,
An old stag bellowed
Beneath an oak.
Now here 's delight
To think I 've stood
And met the night
In a lone wood,
Where great stags thunder
And antlers toss,
Eight miles — or under—-
From Charing Cross.
PUNCH, OR THE LONDON CHARIVARI.— OCTOUER 22, 1913.
THE MAN OF THE MOMENT.
HODGE IN THE LIMELIGHT.
OCTOBER 22, 1913.]
PUNCH, OR THE LONDON CHARIVARI.
351
"LABBY."
BY TOBT, M.P.
IN writing the Lifo of hia uncle,
ITr.NRY LABOUCHERK, Mr. ALGAK
THOHOLD enjoyed tho advantage of
having for his subject one of tho most
interesting men of the nineteenth cen-
tury. Ho has lived up to rare oppor-
tunity. Tho portly volume presents a
vivid portrait of tho man and an en-
lightening record of his work. In dis-
criminating study of the character and
genius of his old chief, Mr. BENNETT,
who in succession keeps the sacred
lamp of Truth burning in Cartaret
Street, arrives at tho conclusion that
" the best work of LABOUCHEHE'S
lifo was done as a journalist." That
life was so varied in its course, so
starred by conspicuous success in
divers walks, that it is difficult to
decide wherein it reached its highest
excellence. A scholar at Eton, a
student at Cambridge, a gambler, a
rout ; contemplating avoidance of
starvation by accepting a proffered
place as croupier at a Monte bank in
Mexico; doorkeeper in a circus; pro-
moted to a line in the bill in the
character of "The Bounding Buck of
Babylon," wearing pink tights with a
filet round his head, extorting admira-
tion by the springiness of his standing
jumps ; companion of Chippeway In-
dians hunting buffalo; attach& at several
Embassies in both hemispheres; editor,
newspaper proprietor, lessee of a
theatre, friend of BISMARCK, Member
of the House of Commons, on conversa-
tional terms with PADDY GREEN in the
palmy days of EVANS'S, later admitted
to tho intimacy of Mr. GLADSTONE —
here is a career more nearly recalling
chapters of Monte Cristo than the annals
of a rate-paying resident in Old Palace
Yard, Westminster.
The universality of LABOUCHEHE'S
character was testified to by the range
of his correspondents. Tho bursting
over political parties of the thunder-
bolt of Home Rule, directed by the hand
of Mr. GLADSTONE in 1886, created pro-
found, in many places irreparable, rents
in ancient friendships. Absolutely
devoid of feeling of resentment (save
in one case) " LABBY " preserved all his
old intimacies. Not the least interest-
ing chapters of a book of high historical
value are those devoted to reproduction
of his correspondence in 1885-6. He
was a sort of friendly, convenient,
pillar-box into which men taking a
hand in a critical game of politics
dropped their missives. A strange
conglomeration it was. Amongst the
contributors were Lord EOSEBERY,
RANDOLPH CHURCHILL, HERBERT
GLADSTONE (on behalf of his father),
ANOTHER TRIUMPH FOR THE SEX.
Indignant Wife (whose repeated assurances 03 to her liusband's sobriety and general
respectability Jiave been totally ignored by the police, comforting herself with a parting shot).
"MlND TEB PURSE, ElLL 1 "
CHARLES DILKE, JOHN MORLEY, PAR-
NELL, TIM HEALY, DAVITT, and, above
all, Mr. CHAMBERLAIN.
The only notable exception to the
confidences bestowed upon LABOUCHEHE
throughout the manoeuvring that ended
in the rejection of the Home Rule Bill,
the rout of Mr. GLADSTONE and the
rending in pieces of the party he had
long been accustomed to lead to
triumph, was Lord HARTINGTON. He
did not seem to take to " LABBY'S "
playful way of dealing with Imperial
politics.
Up to the Spring of 1886 the rela-
tions between LABOUCHERE and Mr.
CHAMBERLAIN were of the closest in-
timacy. Confidential letters daily passed
between them, sometimes twice a day.
LABOUCHERE set himself tho task of
avoiding disaster to the Liberal Party,
to his clear political insight a result
inevitable if Mr. CHAMBERLAIN were
permitted to withdraw from its councils.
He was within an ace of succeeding.
Through the medium of letters chiefly
passing between LABOUCHERE and Mr.
CHAMBERLAIN, Mr. THOROLD sets forth
the story up to the fateful day appointed
for the Second Reading of the Home
Rule Bill. Possibly because the nar-
rative was earlier continued elsewhere
he stops there. It was LABOUCHERE
himself who completed it in a letter
addressed to me dated from Old Palace
Yard, 5th April, 1898.
Mr. CHAMBERLAIN'S main objection
to the Bill of 1886 was the proposed
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'[OCTOBER 22, 1913.
exclusion of Irish Members from West-
minster. Had this heen dropped ho
would have refrained from joining the
Conservative party and the history of
1 '.it-land for the next thirty years would
have !);•:•!) written in altered characters.
On the Saturday night precsding
Ci i. \!>STON F.'S speech winding up debate
on the Second Beading, " LAUBY," a
fatigued by his patriotic efforts,
withdrew for a" brief peiiod of well-
earned rest, comforted by assurance
that Monday night would see his labours
crowned with success. When Monday
came Mr. CHAMBERLAIN, CAINE and
others in the secret, sat expectant whilst
GLADSTONE spoke, waiting for the words
that would re-establish unity. For
reasons never understood, certainly
never publicly explained, they were not
spoken. LABOUCHERE,
dismayed and despair-
ing, turned round to
CAINE seated on a
bench behind and said,
" What a thimble -
rigger the Old Man
is!"
Having at this epoch
been dragged into the
vortex of Parliamentary
conflict, "LABBY"
thereafter for some
years devoted himself
to the game with en-
thusiasm equal to that
with which in early
manhood he gave him-
self up to gambling at
Homburg and else-
where. At the outset,
content to amuse the
House of Commons
contributed to the end brought about
by the Qeneral Election of 1892. The
spoils to the victor. It was antici-
pated, by none more surely than by
f JABOUCHEKK, that he would receive at'
Mr. GLADSTONE'S hands Cabinet office.
For personal reasons in high quarters,
about which" IiAUBY's".own testimony,
cited by Mr. THOROLD, leaves no doubt,
his claims were overlooked. Another
disappointment not less bitter befell him,
a few years later, when, a vacancy occur-
ring in Ministerial post at Washington,
he turned his eyes wistfully towards the
appointment. Its withholding was the
final blow to his Parliamentary ambi-
tion. Some men thus treated would
have taken their revenge by turning
and biting the hand that repulsed them.
" LABBY " would have been welcomed
HOW TO UTILISE A POOR RELATION.
MAKE HIM \VOKK THB TABLE FOUNTAIN.
with persiflage casually introduced into
debate, he became constant in attend-
ance, frequent in speech-making. An
incentive to this new departure was the
bitterness of his resentment against his
old friend and companion dear, now a
pillar of strength in a Cabinet presided
over by Lord SALISBURY. As a rule, he
had no personal resentments. Sublimely
imperturbable, he lived in a serene
atmosphere undisturbed by what any-
body said, did, or thought about his
actions or his motives. He made up
for this indifference by concentrated
hostility to the statesman he in 1886
was accustomed to address as " My
dear Chamberlain," whom he now
invariably alluded to as "Joe," import-
ing into the monosyllable an indescrib-
able note of half-amused scorn and
reprobation. Since Mr. CHAMBERLAIN
was a member of the Conservative
Government the more urgent was the
call to wreck it.
No one more effectively than "the
Christian Member for Northampton"
on the Conservative side in the familiar
character of the Candid Friend. He
had in fullest possession the qualities
that would have made him a dangerous
enemy on the flanks of the Leaders of
the Liberal Party in the House of
Commons. That however was not
his way. Towards the end of a
long life's labour he was growing
tired. His indomitable spirit was a
little soured by repeated disappoint-
ments. But he was .faithful to the end,
voting steadily with his Party and,
when necessary, coming to their help
with still sparkling speech.
Unexpectedly abandoning his throne
in the Smoking-Koom of the Eeform
Club, round which would gather a rapt
circle of listeners, quitting his cherished
companionship with the House of
Commons, he retired to Florence, where
for a few years he lived surrounded by
" that which should accompany old
age, as honour, love, obedience, troops
of friends."
In the touching language of his bio-
grapher, "as simply as a child tired
with play ha took to his bed on the
llth January and did not get up again.
He died peacefully at midnight on
January 15th, 1912."
" LABBY " never fussed about any-
thing, not even about dying.
THE PEPPER POTS.
ONE of the most ingenious of the
many labour-saving appliances which
are now on the market is the little set of
pepper-boxes for sub-editors which an
astute watcher of the literary skies has
invented.
Like all the great inventions — as the
clichA has it— it is very simple. l?ut
he shall describe it in his own words
as spoken to one of our representatives
a day or so ago.
"My invention," said
Mr. Travis, who is a
bright - looking young
man with a bald" head
and a faint American
accent, " you want to
know about that? Well,
I '11 tell you. I have
always been a great
newspaper reader, and
I noticed, as every one
else must have done,
that there is a deadly
monotony about the re-
views of new novels, or,
to put it another way,
there is a deadly mon-
otony about the output
of old novelists. It is
the same with play-
wrights and public
speakers : aftsr a while
they are, with very few exceptions, all
true to type. It follows then that any
description of their latest efforts must
bear similarity to the description of their
previous efforts. Yet these descriptions
— or criticisms if you like — must always
be written afresh and the writers paid.
My idea was at ono blow to do away
with much of the expense of the news-
paper and at the same time provide
the reader with authentic impressions.
How do I do it ? With my pepper-pois.
" I '11 give you an example. A new
play by Mr. GALSWORTHY comes out.
The statement that it was produced
last night can be prepared by any one
in the office, or I am ready to supply
a flexible framework of this kind to lit
any play or any book or any speech by
anybody on the list. Certain spaces
for adjectives are left blank. It is then
that the pepper-box comes in. If it
is a GALSWORTHY play the sub-editor
takes the pepper-pot bearing his niuiie
and sprinkles the paper with it, and
straightway the gaps are filled up with
OCTOBER 22, 1913.]
PUNCH, OH THK LONDON CHARIVARI.
353
such words as 'sincere,' 'restrained,'
•characteristic,' 'dignified,' 'thoughtful,'
•restrained,' 'thoughtful,' ' dignifi< d,'
'sincere'; and the criticism is complete.
"Or Mr. SHAW. Then the (1.15. S.
r-pot is employed, and out tum-
ble 'Shavian,' ' audacious,' 'Shavian,'
'startling,' ' characteristic,' ' witty,' 'in-
cisive,' ' Shavian ' and all the rest of it.
" A book by Mr. CHKSTEKTON puts
the G. K. C. pepper-pot into action, and
,c • paradoxical,' ' good-humoured,'
• Falstaffian,' ' characteristic,' 'paradoxi-
cal,' ' paradoxical,' ' topsy - turvy,'
[wrong-headed hut genial,' 'paradoxi-
cal,' 'topsy-turvy,' 'paradoxical,' 'para-
doxical.' You see the idea ? "
Our representative said he saw it
perfectly, but he could not admire any
scheme which substituted a mechanical
device for good Fleet Street brains.
" Hut what 's the use of setting brains
to such tasks as this," Mr. Travis
asKc I, " when all that they have to do
is to provide paraphrases of what was
written before? Why waste a man's
time on re-re-re-writing about a re-re-
re-written book or play ? "
" We won't argue about it," said our
representative. " Give me some more
examples."
" Well," said Mr. Travis, " here 's
the Mrs. HUMPHRY WARD pepper-pot,"
and he shook over the table " calm,"
"measured," " studious," " understand-
ing," " characteristic," " sympathetic,"
"calm," "studious," "measured," "se-
rene," " calm."
" Here 's another — you must guess the
author ; " and " melodramatic," " stri-
dent," "passionate," "melodramatic,"
"characteristic," " noisy," " theatrical,"
" chromo - lithographic," " strident "
were scattered out.
" You can't deny it 's a clever no-
tion ? " he asked.
" No," our representative replied,
"it's certainly clever, confound you.
But have you a pepper-pot for every
one? "
"No," he said, " there are one or two
I can't fix up for certain. There 's one
literary man and several politicians.
It wouldn't be safe to have a pepper-
pot for them. At least not yet."
"Mayn't I know their names?" our
representative asked.
" Not from me," said Mr. Travis,
closing the interview. " You must
guess."
" Mr. George Yates, who has been secretary
of tho Bury Central Conservative Club for
20 years, has resigned owing to advancing
years. mr. Yates has been a member of the
club since liis formation 34 years ago."
Daily Dispatch.
Mr. YATES'S appointment to the secre-
taryship at the ago of 14 must have
caused surprise.
THE TWO DINNERS.
SCENE— Tlte Majestic Hotel.
"DBAGOOS GUARDS OB PEACE SOCIETY, Sin?"
FINIS.
LAST month I thought that we had said
Goodbye
For ever and a day, nor dreamed that I,
October come, should hold you in my!
g»P.
Still doting on our sweet companion-
ship;
That May-day walk — our first; that
Devon lane ;
That riverside in June with just us
twain ;
That Scenic Railway where one July
night
I was obliged to squeeze you rather
tight;
Those lazy August mornings when you
lay
Upon the sands beside me ; that sad day
When, bathed in mid - September's
mellow sheen,
I fell a-wondering whether you would
clean.
Goodbye again ; for such the fears
whereat
Love flutters off — like you, my dear
Straw Hat.
"SHILLINGS WANTED.
BEMABKABLE APPEAL TO BUBY FOOTBALL
FOLLOWEBS."
Daily Mail.
We would sooner bury football writers.
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PUNCH, OR THE LONDON CHARIVARI.
[OCTOBER 22, 1913.
ONE TOUCH OF NATURE.
DEAR Mit. Prxcn, — As to the clerks
of the Inland Revenue, or whatever it
may he, with whom all of us have
M in correspondence at one time or
another, they are not what they are
supposed to be. You know the sort of
correspondence I mean : the righteously
indignant on the one side and the
coldly pedantic on the other — the sort
of letter-writing in which you score
all the points at first but the clerk gets
his postal order in the end. It is no
generally known that these clerks are
by nature insn and not machines, anc
it will be scarcely believed that they
ruthlessly oppressive as they aro in
their demands, have their off-momenti
when they are positively human. Such
has been my recent discovery.
The controversy, a lengthy one, con-
cerned itself with the matter of a dog that
had everything a dog could want except
a licence. I will not trouble you wit!
tha details, since you had a dog-licence
case in your pages a little while ago
and may be tired of the subject, but
will admit to you at once, what I ad-
mitted to the clerk bit by bit, that the
law was undoubtedly on his side, and
I was prepared to obey it eventually,
when I had had my till of heated
dialectics. You will readily believe
that I got the best of all the repartee
from start to finish, and that 1 thought
of some unanswerable arguments for
the abolition of clerks in general and
Eevenue clerks in particular ; in short,
that I succeeded, as all of us do succeed,
in making the fellow sit up before I
climbed down. So long as the battle
was waged in his territory 1 won all
the way (except as to the booty), but
when he came out of his defences
ind took me on in my own country
tie showed an entirely unsuspected
lumanity which, I must confess, de-
'eated me utterly.
My country is Edgbaston, where I,
together with many .others whose work
lies in Birmingham, live. If we spend
the most of our day in that city we
prefer in our late evenings and early
mornings to forget its existence ; what-
ever we may be when at work, in our
leisure we are of Edgbaston and by no
means of Brummagem. Yet that clerk
would persist in addressing me at
" Edgbaston, Birmingham." Having
suffered several envelopes so addressed
there came a time when I could bear it
no longer, and I demanded that the
offence should be withdrawn, failing
which I should instruct my solicitors to
take proceedings. To describe Edgbas-
tho 10th inst. and your observations re,
Edgbaston noted," and addressed that
envelope to "Edgbaston, near Birming-
ham." Though I resented t,\te"near"
almost as much as the original sin he
refused to budge from his attitude, and
up to the very end so addressed me.
When the correspondence was draw-
ing to a close and the time had come
to pay I enclosed my cheque, and in a
covering letter spoke more frankly to
that clork than he ov any colleague of
his had ever, I am sure, been spoken to
bsfore. Which done, I commanded him
to send mo merely a formal receipt for
the money and never to address a word
to 1113 again. In duo course the receipt
arrived, accompanied by no letter in
reply to mine, and the envelope it cam
in was addresser!, " Horatius John-
son, Esq., ' The Pines,' Edgbaston, very
near Birmingham."
Following a lengthy period of frigid
politeness, that one toucli of red-hot
tempor, Sir, wrought such a change in
my feelings to the man that I wrote
forthwith, begging permission to Call on
him when next I came to London, and
asking him meanwhile to accept as a
small present from an admiring friend
the dog in dispute, which I was for-
warding under separate cover.
Yours faithfully,
H. JOIIXSON.
A BRILLIANT PHANTASY.
IT often happens that I am asked out
for the evening — music or what not —
and accept " with pleasure," because it
is so much easier than refusing. Very
well then. When the day comes, I
wish I hadn't. I arrive home to dinner
on the night and fesl I don't want to
turn out at all. By the time dinner is
I am really angry. I leave the
bouse in a bad temper; reach the house
of my hosts in that condition, and pass
a thoroughly enjoyable evening.
- This has occurred not once, not twice,
aut several times. ,
Last Monday I made a casual arrange-
ment to drop in at the Penbys on Wed-
nesday after dinner.
On the morning 1 arose with a weight
on my mind.
"What is it?" I thought.
With the cold bath, my brain cleared,
and I remembered; we had to go to
he Penbys.
" Dash ! " I said.
The rest of the day calls for no com-
ment. It passed.
On my way home I suddenly had an
dea. Once at the Penbys I should
probably enjoy myself. It was the fact
on as Birmingham, as I pointed out, of having to go that was worrying me.
was a cruel and calculated lie. He ' So I reasoned with myself,
responded with a " Yours to hand of 1 At dinner I confided it to Edith.
" What we must do," I said, "is to
imagine we 're not going out. After
dinner wo sit quietly by the fire. Then
I suddenly decide to take a stroll. You
join me, and we happen to pass the
Penbys. ' Let us turn in here,' I say ;
and there we are."
Edith looked at me compassionately.
"If it amuses you, I don't mind,'' she
said; "but in the first place the draw-
ing-room fire isn't being kept in, and
in the second place I 'in not doing any
strolling; I 've ordered a taxi."
That, as I explained, was mere
quibbling. As long as we maintained
the right spirit all would be well.
As a matter of fact, Edith made
things very^difiicult for me. She gave
the in aids audible instructions not to
wait up for us, and enquired twice
about the latchkey.
I set my teeth and acted magnifi-
cently.
When the taxi drove up I was
reading.
" Hello ! what 's this ? " I exclaimed.
" A taxi ride ? "
"Don't be silly," said Edith; "have
you got the key ? "
Half-way down the drive I sat up
quickly.
" By George," I said, " why not call
on tli3 Penbys? They're often asking
us to drop in."
I seized the speaking - tube and
whispered the address to the driver.
He nodded rather brusquely.
As we drove up to the house I sur-
passed myself. "I wonder if they'll
be in," -I said.
Curiously enough they were not.
Somehow I had misunderstood Penby;
the invitation was for quite a different
evening.
The Crimes of the Pheasant.
To the Editor of "Punch."
SIR, — Is Mr. LLOYD GEORGE sure
that the outrages perpetrated by this
voracious bird are confined to attacks
upon mangold-wurzels and the whole-
sale destruction of all kinds of crops ?
There may be possibly some ground
for the recent report that this rascally
creature is now emulating the infamous
exploits of the eagle in carrying off
lambs and even young children.
In the latter case, might not this
account to some extent for the growing
depopulation of the countryside ?
Yours, &c., BEDFORDIAX.
HOND. Zun, — I catched a feasant
t'other noight in rabbart gin, and lie
was smellin' that strong of turmits
thet I was only jest in toiaio to stop
our cow from aitin' of 'en.
Yours respectful,
DARTMOOR SHEPHERD.
OCTOBER 22, 1913.]
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"AjCOTHCB BROKEN PLATE, MnS. BlGGS?"
"YES, SIB. IT SEKMS TO ME THAT so MUCH WASHING MAKES THE CHINA BIIITTLE-I.IKE."
A SPASM OF GRATITUDE.
HE was reading the paper while
crossing Fleet Street. He had got to
a paragraph about the Lion Sermon,
which had baen preached on the pre-
vious day in a City c'.mrch in memory
of a 17th century Lord Mayor who
was saved from a lion in the Arabian
desert. There was a hoarse shout, a
hind grabbed him and dragged him
bao'c, a motor-bus thundered by, and a
polbeman said, "Another inch, Sir,
and you 'd have been under it." " Near
go," said a postman. After similar
remarks from the crowd, he began to
realise that he had narrowly escaped a
nasty death.
He walked very solemnly along tho
pavement near to the wall. " I will,"
he said — " I will institute a Motor-bus
Sermon." It seemed to be the least he
could do.
It did occur to him a little later that
sermons are not so popular nowadays
as they used to be; and it was while
waiting for his train that the idea of
an organ recital instead occurred to
him. It would ba the more suitable
because he, the founder, was fond of
musio. Yes, it should be a musical
event that he would endow. One- had
to remember, of course, that organ
recitals appeal to rather a restricted
class; that point required consideration.
By the time the train reached St.
James's Park ho was beginning to
feel that a combination of a kind of
Morality play with good music would
be just the thing.
Such a play might be more expensive,
perhaps, than an organ recital ; he
would not like to begin any memorial
that would bff too costly to continue.
Ha must remember that he was not
roaHy wealthy. Another idea that
came to him, after leaving Earl's Court,
was that a refined literary - musical
recital, by a really capable performer,
would present less difficulties.
Anything he decided upon must
necessarily cost money. He did not
mind that so very much ; but there
would be legal formalities to be ob-
served, so that the thing should be on
a proper footing, and every year there
would bo the difficulty of choosing the
right person to do whatever thing he
decided upon (if he should decide) to
mark his gratitude.
Then again, if one faced the thing
squarely and without sentimentality,
this endowment business was not with-
out objections. Would it not be better,
he wondered, to give a, donation to some
charitable object instead of saddling
posterity with an annual event whose
interest, if pious, would be remote ?
In any case, he would think it over
and decide in a few days.
Humming a little tune, he was
leaving the station when he hesitated.
He had been thinking of music; an
idea struck him. He had nothing
particular to do that night, and he
knew his wife had no engagement. He
stepped lightly into a telephone call-box.
" Hullo ! That the Gaiety ? Have you
two good stalls for to-night?" he asked.
" After somewhat unguarded language used
by Mr. Churchill in an otherwise admirable
speech in Scotland, wo are glad to have the
assurance of our Parliamentary Correspondent
that the Cabinet are firmly resolved to treat
Ireland as oue and indivisible."
Daily Chroniclf.
The real authority.
"A Soul building other worlds seeks corre-
spondents."— Advt. in " T.P.'s Weekly."
Extract from the first letter : " DEAR
SIR, — In answer to your advertisement
I beg to say that I am now in a position
to lend sums from £10 to £10,000 on
note of hand alone, no further security
being required . . ."
PUNCH, OR THE LONDON CHARIVARI. [OCTOBER 22. 1913.
AT THE PLAY.
1 PEOPLE LIKE OURSELVES."
IT is perhaps a little lato in the clay
out a cancelling note, alleging the death
of a young relative in Australia.
This gave promise of a rich vein of
But he did not quite do himself justice.
He had many difficulties to face and
they seemed to force him back into his
farce, for nothing could be more certain i old habit of jerkiness. Mr. FREDERICK
to represent the Chorus Girl as a than that the Colonial would give them \ KEBB, older than his wont, was very
pattern of all the virtues. But her away by turning up. He did ; but the : perfect as Sir Joseph JiMlc, but the
li'it'.'st'cluuniiion.Mr.VANSiTTAiiT.isnot diversion was very brief and we were
to be put off by the fact that his soon back on the old trail.
His But there were other distractions —
lie notably some rather pleasant mots dis-
dumscl was never in less distress,
methods are of the most guileless.
part lacked variety and the good things
did not come his way. I make exception
however of one bright thought that
occurred to the Eadical Knight. He
stipulated that his contribution to the
party funds should be invested in his
places her among a second-rate set of tributed impartially among the
people, and then invites you to observe pany. Perhaps the best remark fell .
how star-like she shines among these , to Lady Juttlc, whoso motherly instincts own firm. Miss LOTTIE VENNE was his
lower creatures. He is careful not to were more concerned for her boy's lady, and I have never seen her in better
admit a single excellence among the comfort than for his loyalty to Radical form. She played with exceptional re-
whole menagerie. You have a self- ! principles. "I don't care," she said, straint, _steadily refusing to slip into
made knight" with his lady, climbers /' on which side of the House he sits so farce.
both; you have their son,
you have tneir son, in a
crack cavalry regiment," with a
record of dirty work to his name ;
you have a guardsman (Old Eton-
ian) with the manuersof a hog ; you
have a South American adven-
turer with no morals; a noisy
politician with an eye for the
party funds; and, for the rest, an
unspeakable crew of snobs who
condescend to take the hospi-
tality of the parvenus for the sake
of the chorus girl's society or
anything else they can get. You
will guess that she doesn't need
to be very noble to stand out in
pretty sharp relief against such a
background.
Indeed, she is almost super-
fluously admirable. For love of
the shady soldier she forces her
way into the heart of his mother
(a dear, vulgar, old soul) by intro-
ducing a few titled undesirables
into her very domestic menage ; _
she gets her man into Parliament
against his will; she secures for
hisfather(sadlyprejudicedagainst Vivienne Vavasour
thestage)acontractforarmanients Mervyn Juttle
from the South American adventurer ; I long as he isn't in a draught!" The
A CAVALRY ENGAGEMENT.
Miss ETHEL WARWICK.
Mr. KENNETH DOUGLAS.
and from the same villain she abstracts
(by threatening him with a bottle of
smelling-salts which he takes for
vitriol) certain compromising docu-
ments which might have landed her
lover in gaol ; and finally she gets per-
mission to marry this hopeless object.
son's own attitude towards parlia-
mentary life was also very fresh. He
loathed the idea of being shot into
what he regarded as a monkey-house,
and did his best to lose the election by
telling his supporters just what he
thought of them. Unfortunately this
Well might she say to his parents, as only gave him a name for original
she does with the utmost candour, I candour, which followed him into the
" I 'm the only live person you 've ever
met."
There
was a moment in the play
to be drawn
chorus girl's
across
career.
when it looked as if a red herring was
the trail of the
S«> Joseph and
Lady Juttle had arranged to give a
dance for their Queen's Gate circle, and
when Miss Vivienne Vavasour proposed
to convert this entertainment into a
dinner for her Society friends, some
excuse had to be found for Kensington.
House. Waking up, dazed with the
sleep of boredom, he would often wander
into the wrong Lobby, and thus confirm
his reputation as a free-lance who
would have to be reckoned with. This
was very pleasant fooling, and alto-
gether Mr. VANSITTART'S humour was
rather refreshing, though now and
then we may have felt that we had
been there before.
You would have said that Mr.
KENNETH DOUGLAS was just the man
So it was agreed that they should send | for this part of a politician malgre lui.
There was something very hu
man in her vulgarity, and at times
she was almost pathetic in the
loneliness of her widening sphere.
My acquaintance with the emis-
saries of South American Repub-
lics is so limited that I cannot say
whether Mr. GEEALD LAWRENCE'S
oiled and curled Larjucra was
true to type. But the voluptuous
pink-puce dressing-suit, with the
generous chest-protector, leads
me to infer that fantasy had boon
at work in this exotic picture.
Miss ETHEL WARWICK as
Vivienne Vavasour found, at last,
a part to suit her. As the " one
live parson " in the play she had
so much managing to do that she
found less time than usual for
letting her voice go wrong. Yet
I had often to agree with Lady
Juttle where she says of her,
" How oddly she talks ! " not, of
course, meaning what I mean.
She was still too hard and sudden ;
but one seemed now and then
to catch a note of sincerity, and,
anyhow, she held her own with
great coolness.
Her part, and indeed the whole play,
should be popular, not necessarily for
its good qualities, but because the public
dearly loves to see the virtues of the
stage vindicated in a milieu, where
opinion is most likelv to be judicious —
namely, on the stage itself. 0. S.
Commercial Candour.
"Motor and Aviation Exchange. Insure
with us before the accident. Afterwards we
can do nothing for you."
Advt. in " The Cydecar."
"Lost, between Victoria and Norbury on
tram, Sunday, between 4 and 5 p.m., jlinx
Fur." — Adi-t. in " Times."
Bad-tempered little minx ; she 's lost
her fur again.
" To cl.an white kid gloves, rub gently with
a piece of rubber, and shoes will look like
new." — Star.
Then you can go out in them and take
the gloves to the cleaner.
OCTOBER 22, 1913.]
PUNCH, OR THE LONDON CHARIVARI.
3J7
Amateur Archaeologist (in search t-f (lint implements). "I HOPE YOU DOJJ'I MIND MY IOOKISO FOB THESE ox voca LAKD?"
Farmer. "WHAT BE DOIN"? PICKIN' UP STOANS?" Amateur. "YES."
Fanner (sympathising with a harmless case). "THAI'S BIGHT; THOU FILL THY POCKETS WITH 'EM AND TAKE 'EM WOMB TO MOTHEB."
OUR BOOKING-OFFICE.
(By Mr. Pimch's Staff of Learned Clerks.)
MRS. HUMPHBY WARD shows in The Coryston Family
(SMITH, ELDER) that she has not lost the art of diverting
us with the intelligent marionettes which she manipulates
BO adroitly from the wings of her decorous little stage.
Liuli/ Coryston, having tyrannised her husband into an
earlier grave than was strictly necessary, chiefly because he
had once dared to vote against her convictions, is left to
perfect the disintegrating process upon her family and
dependents. She meets with a fine sporting opposition
from her eccentric first-born, who develops ideas of his own
distinctly out of harmony with the smoother traditions of
his class. The truculent dowager promptly disinherits him,
a proceeding which is condemned as distinctly bad form
in the distinguished circles in which the Coryston family
moves. And when Arthur, her second and favourite, elects
to fall obstinately in love with Enid Glenwilliam, daughter
of the deplorable Chancellor of the Exchequer who had
begun life as a colliery check-weigher, all Lady CorysLon's
heavy guns are trained on the impossible position. Enid,
however, an attractive, clever, but, as you would guess, not
quite satisfactory person, routs the ridiculous great woman
— this concession to the forces that are ruining the country
being no doubt made in the interests of an enlightened
impartiality. The fourth member of the family, Marcia, falls
in and out of love with an unusual variety of high church-
man, in whom the struggle between common humanity
and a highly developed ecclesiasticism is cleverly portrayed,
and more convincingly than would at first sight seem
possible. One cannot readily absolve Mrs. WABD of the
charge of writing with some excellent purpose. Could it
in this instance possibly have been to show by the horrid
example of Lady Coryston the terrible condition to which
voteless political women are reduced ?
Everyone knows the stranga way in which the characters
and pictures of childish books, read when one was veiy
young, remain for ever in a kind of dim borderland between
fact and fancy, affecting imagination and our inmost ideas
of life. I sometimes wonder whether the modern child, for
whose delight such exquisite work is turned out in yearly
increasing quantity, takes any gj-eater pleasure in it than
did his predecessors in their small and comparatively crude
library. These profound reflections have been evoked by
certain beautiful volumes now issued by Messrs. HEINEMANN,
and more immediately by one of them, The Adventures of
Akbar, written by FLORA ANNIE STEEL and illustrated by
BYAM SHAW. I fancy I am right in supposing that King
Akbar has before now served as hero to one of Mrs. STEEL'S
Indian stories ; here, of course, she tells only of his child-
hood, and tells it in a style modulated to a youthful audience.
So far as a grown-up reviewer can judge, its appeal should
be certain in the quarter to which it is addressed, for
it provides plenty of adventures and escapes; two jolly
animals who again and again preserve their young master;
and Akbar himself invariably comes off victorious over his
358
PUNCH, OR THE LONDON CHARIVARI.
[OCTOBER 22, 1913.
enemies.
^ „. For an added excellence there is a slave boy
named Boy, who is obviously and delightfully deemed to
" turn out to be somebody " before the final chaptar. All
this has been illustrated by Mr. BYAM SHAW with pictures
of the right Oriental magnificence in crimsons and gold,
just such pictures as the youthful eye (which appreciates
liberality in such matters) will most enjoy. AKogcther
this experiment in " STEEL without tears/' if I may call it
so, is a distinct success, and should make a host of new
friends for its author among the Empire-builders of the
future.
from the Ditcliy (AnnowsMiTn) is very good news,
and appropriately enough I received it in the same week
in which the old charter was restored to Fowey. If I
mental and physical, of the vicar of a small village in the
wilds, dead and deadening as such villages are. The Rev-
erend Herbert llinstonc had been forced into holy orders by
a masterful mother with the view of succeeding to a family
living. It takes Mr. COURTNEY just two pages to present
the reader with a complete picture of the victim's attitude
towards life during the years of his early manhood. In
one sentence, " He accepted his fates with a certain non-
chalance, varied at times with signs of repugnance and
revolt," he gives us the equivalent of a dozen chapters of
the ordinary novelist. I seem to see some of our leading
Marathon performers at work on those " signs of repug-
nance and revolt." To my mind "A Priest in Israel" is
the gem of the collection ; but each of the others, from the
story which gives the book its title to the little sketch,
" Herodias' Daughter," is distinguished by tho same
masterly sureness of touch.
know my Q, it is not too much to hope that in the near
future we shall hear bis version of the proceedings which
have been taking place in "Troy Town." Novelets
imported from "up along" may invade the Duchy and Anyone can quote you tags from "Montrose's Love-Song"
persecute it with floods of ink, but however fatigued some | (since it became popular as a drawing-room ballad), but
of us may be by Cornish
novels there will always
be a welcome for Q and
his delicately attractive
work. "I hate," he says,
" to hear the Duchy
miscalled ' the Riviera
of England,'" and at this
I laid down his book,
and thought of writing
to tell him how cordially
I shared his hatred. But
I was in the middle of
a most good-humoured
account of an election,
and decided that what
he had got to tell me
was far more interesting
than anything I could
tell him. Here he gives
us one long short-story,
several short short-
stories, and some
sketches, and without
exception they are to be recommended for their humour,
tone and style. "Pipes in Arcady " would screw a smile
out of the morosest of misanthropes, and will remain in
the memory of normal people as a perpetual provocation to
laughter. Taking the volume as a whole I cannot remember
to have found Q in better form.
Tl:e Man on the Street. "You NEED NOT TROUBLE TO SEND FOB THE AMBU-
LANCE, CONSTABLE. I 'M EMPLOYED BY THE 'BUS COMPANIES TO GIVE PUBLIC
DEMONSTRATIONS OP HOW NOT TO GET OFF A !BU8 WHEN IT IS GOING."
how many people know
that the " dear and only
lovo" of the soldier-poet
was not a woman but a
country? And, if they
do, are they sure what
the country was, or could
they give the name of
any of the battles that
he fought? I suspect
that there are one or two
other things about this
great soldier and most
gallant and loyal gentle-
man that the general
reader has either never
learnt or has forgotten.
For that reason, amongst
others, I commend to
his notice Mr. JOHN
BUCHAN'S story of The
Marquis of Montrose
(NELSON). But Mr.
BUCHAN is no school-
There are two ways of writing a short story. The first,
the recognised method of the popular magazines, is to start
with an arresting incident, give the reader a fillip with
another arresting incident at about the half-way mark, and
to dismiss him, content, with yet another incident which
brings the story to a full stop. The second, and more
artistic — though the other method has produced some good
work — is to treat the short story as a novel in little, and
go about your business soberly and without "curtains."
Mr. W. L. COURTNEY favours the second method in his new
look, The Soul of a Suffragette (CHAPMAN AND HALL). It
is possible that you may find the alliterative title jar upon
you, as I did, but I do not think that you can fail to enjoy
the contents of the book. Mr. COURTNEY'S restraint is
admirable. He never takes a hundred pages to say what
lie can say in ten; and that seems to be almost a lost art
nowadays. A good instance is to be found in his story, " A
Priest in Israel," of which the theme is the gradual decay,
master. His history is right enough, but his way of telling
it gives his book the fascination of a romance. It is a stirring
tale of tremendously plucky fighting, generally against heavy
odds, and always, save once, triumphant. Also it makes you
feel that you understand the man and his contemporaries —
ARGYLL, HUNTLY, and the rest — even without the aid of
the excellent portraits reproduced in the volume. I con-
gratulate Mr. BUCHAN on the way in which he has made
these men live, even though one of the vilest of them all
happens to be my own ancestor. But most of all I am
grateful to him for bis picture of MONTROSE, in his way,
I suppose, as fine a Scotsman as ever lived.
The Landburster's Lament.
Without rebuke I freely claimed as mine
Virtues the wide world owns to be divine.
Who then shall make me adequate amends
For wounds inflicted in the house of friends
When MASTERMAN — unkindest cut of all —
Degrades me to the level of ST. PAUL?
" Mr. Rogers' fine steam yacht spent the \veek end in the harbour
and enjoyed some excellent grouse shooting." — Cowichan Leader.
Meanwhile we dare say that Mr. ROGERS was being
re-painted.
OCTOBER 29, 1913.]
PUNCH, OR THE LONDON CHARIVARI.
359
CHARIVARIA.
PERSONS of artistic perception who
have seen the huge memorial erected
to commemorate the Battle of Leipzig
describe it as a powerful reminder of
the horrors of war.
The Peace Movement day by day.
"Over £2,000,000 Chinese Treasury
bonds have boon taken over by Austrian
State hanks on condi-
tion that China orders
a large cruiser in
Austria." # ^
*
Fortunately the
United States gave way
and admitted Mrs.
PANKHURST on her un-
dertaking to bo of
good behaviour while
in (hat country. It is
said, however, that the
militant leader almost
broke her word upon
meeting Mr. HEHHKUT
SAMUEL over there.
The sight of a Cabinet
Minister nearly proved
too much for her, but,
mastering herself with
superb self-control, she
simply said, " Quite like
home, isn't it?"
* *
*
Mrs. LLOYD GEORGE
says that the motto of
the Liberal Party ought
to l)e, " Go on ! " So
long as its schemes do
not come off the other
Party has no objection
to raise. ;.; ...
"* '
"One portion of
Ireland," says an un-
conscious humourist in
The Daily Chronicle,
" already enjoys com-
plete Home Rule. The
inhabitants of Innish-
murry, an island oft' the
coast of Sligo, have for many years defied
collectors of both rates and taxes."
Those who know the Irish peasant will
tell you that this is just about what he
imagines Home Puile to mean.
:|: •;:
Referring in his Manchester speech
to the Land question Mr. CHURCHILL
naid, " The policy of the Government
will he laid before the people step by
step." The staircase craze is apparently
offered Prince and Princess ARTHUR OF
CONNAUOHT the use of the Ideal Cottage
at Olympia for their honeymoon, but
the royal couple found it impossible to
change plans already made.
- ':•.
"The Prince," "says The Dublin
Evening J/ai/.in an account of a shop-
ping expedition by our heir apparent,
" wore sprats and carried an umbrella."
It doas credit to the PRINCE'S kind
" Small wonder," writes a gentle-
man from Netting Dale, "if our modern
young men are alack, seeing the ivvvanl
that is meted out to the strenuous
ones," and ho encloses with his letter
a newspaper-cutting showing that -Mr.
I'KKCY JMIANCH llowi:. ;i^ed twenty,
who was stated to have broken into no
fewer than fifteen houses in the J-iallmm
district in one night, has been sent to
prison for three years.
*•• *
Countryman (seeing cyclist carrying motor tyre). "WE'D BETTEB GET HOME
ALONG AT ONCE, MARTHA; IT LOOKS AS THOUGH THEY'RE EXPECTIN' BIG FLOODS
IN LUNNON. THAT 's THE THIRD CHAP I 'VB SEEN TO-DAY wi' A LIFE-BELT ON."
spreading from
Politics.
the Music Halls to
It is said that the enterprising pro-
prietors of the Ideal Home Exhibition
heart to have carried an umbrella, but
sprats, as a matter of fact, are quite
used to getting wet.
# •','•
With reference to the Exhibition, at
the Grosvenor Gallery, of the Inter-
national Society of Sculptors, Painters,
and Gravers, a correspondent, whose
ignorance makes us blush for him, asks,
" What is a Graver ? Is he the same
as a Monumental Mason ? "
* •:;
*
" HARROW FINDS A LOST DIAMOND
BING."
— Daily Express.
Buck up, Eton 1
It* is satisfactory to
know that the convict
who recently escaped
from Dartmoor does not
blame the warders for
| his recapture, but attri-
I bates it to our wretched
jlimate. ^ *
*
Funeral plumes for
horses have bean con-
demned by the lioyal
Society for the Preven-
tion of Cruelty to
Animals, and it has
been notified that their
use after January 1st
will be punishable by
fine. As a matter of
fact we understand
that female horses, at
any rate, do not at
all mind the discom-
fort of the feathers,
holding that they im-
prove a lady's appear-
ance. £ g
*
"The town crier of
Devizes," we read, "has
grown a parsnip 44J
inches long and of ex-
cellent shape." We
hope now that he will
stop crying.
" It is as a fearless sports-
man that ' the Prince has
won his most cherished
laurels. He has . . . led
his own horse past the win-
ning-post."— Daily Mail.
It sounds like a walk-over.
From an advertisement in The Liver-
pool Daily Post : —
" REPERTORY THEATRE.
THE MOTHER,
By EDEN PHILLPOTTS.
Press Opinions.
' Daily Post.' — ' One regrets the misfortune
of having to criticise it at all.' "
We have not seen Mr. EDEN PHILL-
POTTS' play and therefore cannot say
whether we should share Tlic Daily
Post's regrets ; but we know the feel-
ing well.
vnr.. rxr.v.
360
PUNCH, OR THE LONDON CHARIVARI. [OCTOBER 29. 1013.
GAME AND GOLF.
To the Editor of " Punch."
DEAB SIB,— " Supposing," says the
CHANCKLLOB, " you turned the whole of
a Highland deer forest into a golf
course." (Ho got mixed in the next
sentence and talked of people shooting
over it; but that is quite excusable
when you think how an audience gets
into his head.) Now, I should like
him to know that not only did we
convert an uncultivated deer park at
Richmond into a golf course, but we
added features which cannot fail to be
of the greatest moral benefit to our
members. Many of them are so devoted
to duty that they can seldom find time
to go abroad and see an Alp; year
after year they used to miss the unique
spiritual advantages which accrue from
contemplation of nature in its more
sublime and uplifting aspects. So we
provided for this defect by the creation
of mountainous scenery, range upon
range, in the .neighbourhood of every
hole. The effect of this has been
appreciably to raise the moral tone and
culture of our members.
Yours faithfully, MiD-SuBBEY.
DEAR SIB,— What is all this talk of
LLOYD GEOBOE'S about golf as a natural
attraction for brain-workers from the
Stock Exchange? Is it implied that
no intelligence is required of those who
shoot game ? Let me tell this political
bagman that it takes more brains to
pick off a couple of brace out of a covey
of driven partridges, or to get within
shooting distance of a stag (let alone
hitting him), than to push a little rubber
ball into a hole with 'nobody to" stop
you. Yours indignantly,
SPOBTSMAN.
HONOUR'D SIB, — I was makin a bit
extry the other day doin a turn of
beatin for Squire, when down the road
conies one of these luksyoorious motor-
cars. As a rule. I ain't got much use
for your rich Lunnon folk' as comes
messin up the place with their dust
and smell, but this time I sees who it
is, knowing .him from his carrykaturs.
I touches my cap to him, bein Mr.
LLOYD GEOBGE, who as my interests
at eart. I *d hev given a lot to be
lowed to stop him and arst him a
question or two. Frinstance, what 's
this here forestation he talks about ?
Would it be the same as wot Squire
does, — takin a bit of useless land and
puttin in a plantation for his birds? Our
Radical Member he says that it can't
be the same, coz anything to do with
pheasants must bs wrong. Anyways,
it 's difficult for country folk to unner-
stand these things same as the Lunnon
folk; and 1 might hev picked up a
thin" or two if I could hev ad an eavt
to eart talk with Mr. GKOUGE in his
motor. Yours respekful, HODGE.
DEAB SIR,— The CHANCELLOR has
spoken in praise of golf, but has he
realised the drain that it makes upon
the resources of the brain- worker? I
refer to the iniquitous charge for golf-
balls, which still stands at the same
figure — two shillings and sixpence — at
which it stood when rubber was four
or five times its present cost. Ninety-
six millions of golf-balls are purchased
every year, at an expenditure of twelve
million pounds, yielding a profit of
eight to ten million pounds to the
bloated capitalists who manufacture
them. This sum would go far to re-
place the damage done to crops by
pheasants. •
Yours, on the verge of ruin,
A POOR MAN.
P.S. — I have no means of checking
the above figures, which came out of
my head, but I give them for what they
are worth.
SIB, — I once had a job as a market
gardener near a big town. I liked the
pay all right, but the work was on the
heavy side. Well, a syndicate come
along and buys up " all the market
gardens and acres and acres of cultivated
land and turns them into a golf course.
I losfmy job, but I sees my chance of
ehippin in as a caddie. I gets a decent
wage what with tips and that, and me
and my mates has the best part of
every day for lyin about and doin a
bit of gamblin irt a sort of a cow-shed.
There ain't many 'softer jobs goin, and
the life suits me nicely. I wouldn't
change with a brother of mine who 's
got a stiff billet as a game-keeper. His
pay 's good, and he's got a kind master
ami a nice cottage, but he has to do
more work than I should fancy, and no
picture palaces of an evening. And
now that Mr. GEORGE tells me what a
dirty business this game-keepin is,
compared with the noble sport of golf,
I pities my brother from my heart.
Give me my blind-alley, I says, and a
good conscience.
Yours obedient, CASUAL CADDIE.
DEAR SIR, — Has Mr. LLOYD GEORGE,
I wonder, ever heard of the deer forest
owned (or rented) by the Municipality
of Glasgow ? I don't ask if he has
ever seen it, for he admits that he hai
never seen one of these deer forests
that he knows so much about ; but
has he ever heard of it ? I have.
I have often stalked in the neighbour-
hood, and many a time I have
shuddered to picture the scenes of
desolation that must have occurred at
its making — hundreds of gallant pea-
sants driven from their happy homes
where they had previously earned an
honest competence by the sale of white
heather; their desolate healths laid
waste by flame ; their sporrans flung to
the winds ; the music of their bag-pipes
rendered dumb. But let that pass. It
i=i for the future prospects of the sturdy
race that I tremble when I think of
;he possible realisation of Mr. LLOYD
GEOKGE'S dream ; of " six hundred
.housand" subscribers let loose 'on
the hill with lethal weapons — not
counting his "eighteen thousand work-
men who would shoot regularly over
the deer forest on payment of half-a-
crown a year." The carnage would be
awful. Ulster would bo nothing to it.
I speak of human lives, not of stags.
Indeed, my only solace is the thought
that these serried battalions of sports-
men would be certain to push the
astonished deer across the march into
the forest of my host.
Yours, with mixed feelings,
o. s.
OUT OF SEASON.
(Ons of the remarkable effects of the
recent exceptional weather,)
IN Autumn, when the woods are wet
And mournfully the breezes moan,
Love fades away without regret
From bosoms like my own.
Nature is tired, the grey skies weep,
The dormouse lulls himself to sleep,
The lamb, that used to frisk and
leap,
Becomes a staid and stolid sheep,
And I leave girls alone.
Such is the normal course of things.
To-day the frenzy still remains,
The magic of a hundred Springs
Riots in all my veins.
Love masters me ; his ardent flame
Quivers through my exhausted frame;
Friends, you have doubtless felt the
same
When some rare April glamour came
To turn your sober brains.
September wrought this mood in
me ;
Her gleaming sun, her joyous air
Had all Spring's potent wizardry
(Which really wasn't fair) ;
October, faithless, joins the pact
And leaves my amorous fire intact.
Well, anyhow, I won't extract
A mean advantage from the fact —
Girls, you are warned. Beware.
One Party, anyhow, in Keighley
doesn't seem in very close touch witt
the Feminists.
"KEIGHLEY DIVISION
HE UNIONIST CANDIDATE"
announces The Daily Telegraph.
PUNCH, OR THE LONDON CHARIVARI.— OCTOHKB 29, 1913.
THE WUNDEKKIND.
ADMIRAL VON TIRPITZ. "I HAVE THROWN COLD WATER, MAJESTY, ON MR. CHURCHILL'S
HOLIDAY SCHEME. I TRUST THAT I HAVE RIGHTLY INTERPRETED THE VIEW OF THE
CEOWN PRINCE."
OCTOBKU 29, 1913.]
PUNCH, OR THE LONDON CHA Kl YA i;l.
363
Passenger (suddenly to conductor}. "I WISH— YOU'D — TELL— YOUR DRIVER NOT TO— JERK— THE 'BOB— WHEX PEOPLE ARE— coma
UPSTAIRS. HE 'LL CAUSE — AN ACCIDENT — ONE OP THESE DAYS!"
THE IDEAL HOME.
(With apologies to the progressivt organisers of the recent
Exhibition at Olympia.)
'•BKFOBE the thing ends," I observed to my Lilian,
" Let "s hasten and see if it "s true
That the Fortunate Isles and the Vale of Avilion
Are dumped at Olympia. Do."
And Lilian said, " Thos,
Happy thought! " and it was;
But that very same day it occurred to a million
Intelligent Londoners tco.
There were hangings and curtains and carpets and ranges
For kitchens, and cauldrons and pots,
And vacuum-cleaners and servant-exchanges,
And toys for the infantile tots.
There were homes of the Russ
Which would not do for us;
There was furniture taken from futurist granges
At Hanwell and similar spots.
There were haths with gold taps and a malachite stopper,
And one with a card that explained
It was open to all who expended a copper
To fill it and try it. But, trained
As we were in the rules
Of Victorian schools,
Neither Lilian nor I thought that that would bo proper,
Aad so we severely refrained.
There were rooms which suggested the time when the
slattern
Should trouble no longer, and all
Should be comfort and peace in the empire of Saturn,
But oh, it was hot in that hall!
And " Lilian," said I,
" I could drop. Let us buy
Thit brace of armchairs of a willowy pattern,
And rest by the side of this stall."
But Lilian said " No." The implacable faces
Of constables frowned. With a sob
We turned us away from that palmy oasis
And went and had tea for a bob.
That was helpful, no doubt,
But before we got out
Through the ranks of the ravenous, squealing for places,
We all but expired in the mob.
"This is closer," said Lil, " than the bell of a diver."
" It 's awful," I answered, " my sweet;
Any room in this show would be dear at a fiver.
Compared with our worst. Let us fleet."
So I hastened to nab
A well-oiled taxicab,
And " The Ideal Home," I remarked to the driver,
And mentioned our number and street. EVOE.
Our learned contemporary, Nature, writing of the recent
work of Lord RAYLEIOH, O.M., says that it is " no slight
record for a man during the seventieth decade of his
life." One would think that "O.M." stood for Old
Methuselah.
" In the intcrv.il Watson had his best run of the afternoon, but,
flfter rounding two or three opponents, ho was brought low by
Wilson." — Edinburgh Evening Dispatch.
We ourselves once scored a try in the interval — everybody
else being busy sucking lemons. After all, one must
distinguish oneself somehow.
364
PUNCH, OR THE LONDON CHARIVARI. [OCTOBEB 29, 1913.
BLANCHE'S LETTERS.
LATEST FASHIONS IN WEDDINGS,
DANCES AND PHOTOGRAPHS.
Park Lane.
DEAREST DAPHNE, — There's quite a
little feeling just now for being married
in the City, especially if one's forebears
them both, one's time is pretty full.
Special shoes have to be worn, of
course. For the Inca shuffle one wears
them with collapsible heels, as some
of the steps are done without heels and
others with, while for the Bollyooma
the heels are placed right in the middle
of the soles, so that one can do those
have had anything to do with trade, or j delicious teetotum twirls. Part of the
the old City Companies and so on. The j Bollyooma is done on all-fours, and
power and prestige of the City, Norty '
tells me, are being threatened in a most
odious way by certain persons, and the
least we can do, to stem the tide and all
that sort of thing, is to take some notice
of the City, and be married there some-
times.
The best done City wedding, so far,
has been Evangeline Merewether's (the
Exshires' second girl) to Billy Flum-
the Exshire
mery. The founder of
family was a City pickle
merchant and Worship-
ful Master of the old
Picklemakers' Com-
pany, and he founded
the family by inventing
apickle of which QUEEN
ELIZABETH ..said:
"Marry come up.Master
Merewether, thou hast
given us a new joy with
our victuals ! "
The wedding was at
St. Anne's-Picklebury,
where the old pickle-
makers always went on
Sunday, a wonderful
old church, built by
WHEN or somebody. It
had been brightened up
a bit inside, and was all
done with capsicums,
and jerkins, and doub-
loons, and those other wonderful old
vegetables they used to pickle. " Olga "
had very cleverly hinted at City interests,
royal approval, and successful pickle-
making in the cut, hang and trimmings
of Evangeline's bridal gown. Instead
of posies, the bridesmaids carried little
gilt baskets of small red pickling-
cabbages. The wedding-breakfast was
at a City hotel and we drank the dear
old City toast, " All friends round St.
Paul's," and when we got back into
civilised regions again we all felt we 'd
done great things for the City at what-
ever cost to ourselves !
Nowadays, you know, at every possi-
ble function one must dance oneself or
be the cause of dancing in others, as
SHAKSPEABE says. The sweet Peruvian
dance, the Inca Shuffle, and the equally
for this one has the dearest little hand-
shoes, which, of course, must match
the other ones.
When Peggy Sandys and Lolly ffol-
lyott were married last week at St.
Hilary's, the Eamsgates sent out cards
for a Bollyooma wedding, and Popsy
Lady Eamsgate has been giving a
series of Bollyooma dinners, a different
step for each course, and the all-fours
bother, and, best of all, they don't grow
up and make one seem old ! " And he
said some immensely fearful things of
all the people I know, and banged
out of the room ; and, though the poor
dear doll's Bollyooma lunch frock was
a ruin, I don't know when I 've liked
Josiah so well. Perhaps if he'd stormed
at me oftener we should have been what
old-fashioned people call a more united
couple.
There's a small rage just now for
having one's photo done crying. Your
Blanche set the fashion. 1 'm one of
those lucky people, as you know, who
can shed tears without looking abso-
lutely ricky, and my new photo, my
eyes cast down on a letter in my hand,
and the tears just falling gently down
my cheeks, has had a succes jou. It 's
step for the dessert ; and now the poor ' been in ever so many of the weeklies,
— and people have baen
simply awfully sweet
about it. Babs and
Beryl and quite several
more have had weeping
photos done since mine.
Beryl's are pretty good,
but Babs can't cry with-
out making a face.
The letter I 'm holding
in the photo (this is for
your own men ear only)
was really the cause of
my sheddingsometears,
and on that occasion,
seeing myself in the
mirror tout 6ploree, I
thought I 'd have a
weeping photo done.
The letter was from
Beryl, asking me down
to Clarges Park, where
she'd a large party to
meet Kloppa, the little forest-man who 's
been said to bt the Missing Link be-
tween us and creatures, and I was so
entirely wretched to think that I hadn't
secured him first for my party at
Wife of his Bosom. " GEORGE, COME ORP OP THEM SEATS, D'Y' 'EAR? THET'S
THE WORST O1 BRINGIX1 YOU AHT, Y' NO SOONER GET A LOOK AT TUB SWELLS
THAN Y' START 6WASKIN* IT OS THE PENNY CHAIRS 1 "
old dear has such a frightful attack of
indy that she 's forbidden to go any-
where or do anything !
A quite funny little thing happened
yesterday I was in my rest-room,
having a cigarette and watching Yvonne Broadacres that I cried!
dress my new doll (made to my order When I felt better I asked Professor
and just arrived from Paris) in all the Dimsdale if Kloppa is really the Missing
correct things for a Bollyooma lunch, i Link between us and creatures. " Cer-
when Josiah came in. " Let me present i tainly not," said the dear Professor;
you to Blanchette, my new pet," I said. I and then he asked me if I took an
" Isn't she a darling ? She 's being got interest in anthro-something. I said,
ready to go to a Bollyooma lunch with No, it wasn't that, hut if he ivasn't the
me." My dear, he actually made quite Missing Link I shouldn't so much
a scene, sent Yvonne out of the room, ' mind Beryl's having had him down at
threw Blanchette on the floor, and j Clarges Park ; and the Professor said
almost shouted, "What does it all ' Kloppa was certainly not the Missing
mean? Has the world gone mad? " j Link, because there wasn't any Missing
" My dear man," I answered, laughing, ! Link; so I suppose we go straight on.
" the world went mad ages and ages ! I thanked him for taking quite a lead
lovely Bolivian Bollyooma are the ago. As for my poor dear doll, every- off my mind, and now l"tell everyone
ec. <a -L. moment> and- as the b°dY has a doll now, and who am I who's been staying at Clarges "that
ihuffle i has 500 steps and the; that I should be different from the they haven't met the Missing Link,
a 700, and people who mean others ? Dolls make the most ideal '; because there isn't one, and we go
e or thereabouts must know companions; they don't howl, they don't I straight on. Ever thine, BLANCHE.
OCTOBER 29, 1913.]
PUNCH, OR THE LONDON CHARIVARI.
365
A FALLEN STAR.
I MET him in Hydo Park. Ho was
alone, sitting on one of the penny scats.
; subsided into the next, wondering
low soon his people would join him.
hfeanwhilo I glanced at the papor.
Sitting there idly reading, and now
ind then stealing a glance at him, I
vas conscious of two things: one that
10 was asthmatic, and the other that
10 was profoundly unhappy. That he
should be asthmatic was, of course,
,o bo expected, but I did not like his
nelancholy.
Time passed, and no one arrived to
ook after him, and my paper was
finished, and then, as I folded it up, he
spoke. " Good afternoon," he said.
Why I was not astonished to be thus
addressed by a pug dog I cannot say,
aut it seemed perfectly natural. "Good
afternoon," I replied.
"It's a long time," he said, "since
you saw any of my kind, I expect ? "
"Now I come to think of it," I re-
plied, "it is. How is that?"
" There 's a reason," he said. " Put
in a nutshell it's this: Peeks and
Poms, or, if you like, Poms and Peeks."
He wheezed horribly.
I asked him to be more explicit, and
he amplified his epigram into Pekinese
and Pomeranians.
" They 're all the rage now," he ex-
plained ; "and we 're out in the cold. I:
you throw your memory back a dozen
years or so," he went on, " you wil'
recall our popularity."
As he spoke I did so. In the mind's
eye I saw a sumptuous carriage anc
pair. The former was on C-springs
and a coachman and footman were or
the box. They wore claret livery anc
cockades. The footman's arms were
folded. His gloves were of a dazzling
whiteness. The horses flung oat thei
forelegs as though they lived on golden
oats and champagne. In the carriage
was an elderly commanding lady witl
an aristocratic nose; and in her lap wai
a pug dog of plethoric habit and a fac
as black as your hat.
My poor friend was watching mi
with streaming eyes. " What do yot
see ? " he asked.
I .told him.
" There you are," he said; "and wha
do you see to-day ? There, look !"
1 glanced up at his bidding, and
costly motor was gliding smoothly by
It weighed several tons, and its tyre
were like circular pillows. On it
shining door was a crest. The chaul
feur was kept warm by Russian sables
Inside was another elderly lady, and i:
her arms was a russet Pekinese.
" And the next '11 have a Pom," sai
the pug dismally, and wheezed again.
Country Doctor's Housemaid. "If YOU PLEASE, Sin, MBS. JONES HAS BEST TO BAT
MB. JONES is DEAD, AND SHE 's BEARIN* up WONDERFUL."
" So you see what I took away with
me," he continued after a noisy pause.
"It wasn't only pugs that went, you
see. It was carriages and pairs, and
the noise of eight hoofs all at once,
and footmen with folded arms. We
passed together. Peeks, Poms and
Petrol took our place."
I sympathised with him. " You
must transfer your affection to another
class, that 's all," I said. " If the nobs
have gone back on you, there are still
a groat many pug-lovers left."
" No," he said, " that 's no good ; we
want chicken. No, we had better
become extinct." He wept liko a
number of syphons all leaking together.
" But that 's not what worries me
most," he resumed. " The thing that 's
on my mind is the loss to literature. The
novelists of our time — and we had a
long innings — knew our worth. When
they drew a duchess with her ebony
crutch-stick and all the rest of it, they
saw that her constant ally, her Grand
Vizier, so to speak, was properly drawn
too. They made us too fat very often,
but they did not forget us. We shall
never find our way into novels any
more. We are back numbers."
At this moment the man who has
charge of the chairs came up for my
penny, and when I looked round the
dog had gone. I gave the penny.
" I 'm afraid I must charge you two-
pence," the man said.
I asked him why.
" For the dog," he said.
" But it wasn't mine," I assured him.
" It was a total stranger."
" Come now," he said ; and to save
trouble I paid him.
But how like a pug !
From " Thoughts for To-day " in The
Dublin Evening Mail : —
"The cow cannot possibly stand always
bent, nor can human nature subsist without
recreation. — CEEV ANTES."
Advice to Farmers : Do not bend youi
cows.
3(56
PUNCH, OR THE LONDON CHARIVARI.
[OCTOBER 29, 1913.
we met. Be at the club-house at 2.3C
if you can. I don't quite know ho\
we shall recognise each other, but th
well-dressed man in the nut-brown su
will probably be me. My feature
are plain but good, except where I fe
against the bath-taps yesterday. J
you have fallen against anything whic"
would give me a clue to your face yo
might let me know. Also you inigh
moment. Godfrey . . . Yes, that 'a it ; I let me know if yoa are a professor a
he 's the architect. Ho lives at Liver- j golf . if you are> j will read some mm.
pod, lias five children and sent us the ,)ooks ol' tho subject between now an
UNCLE EDWARD.
CELIA has more relations than would
seem possible. 1 am gradually getting
to know some of them by sight and a
few more by name, but I still make
mistakes. The other day, for instance,
she happened to mention UncleGodfrey.
" Godfrey," I said, " Godfrey. No,
don't tell me — I shall get it in a
asparagus-cooler as a wedding present.
" No marks," said Celia.
" Then he 's the unmarried one in
Scotland who breeds terriers. I knew
1 should get it."
" As a matter of fact he lives n
London and composes oratorios."
"It 's the same idea. That was the,
one I meant. The great point is tha
I placed him. Now give me anothei
one." I leant forward eagerly.
" Well, I was just going to ask you
— .have you arranged anything aboul
Monday ? "
" Monday," I said, " Monday. No
don't tell me — I shall get it in a moment
Monday . . . Ho 's the one who
Oh, you mean the day of the week ? "
" Who 's a funny ? " asked Celia of
the teapot.
"Sorry, I really thought you meant
another relation. What am I doing?
I 'in playing golf if I can find somebody
to play with."
" Well, ask Edward."
I could place Edward at once.
Edward, I need hardly say, is Celia's
uncle; one of the ones I have not yet
met. He married a very young aunt
of here, not much older than Celia.
" But I don't know him," I said.
" It doesn't matter. Write and ask
him to-meet you at the golf club. I 'm
sure he 'd love to."
" Wouldn't he think it rather cool,
this sudden attack from a perfectly
unknown nephew? I fancy the first
step ought to come from uncle."
" But you 're older than he is."
" True. It 's rather a tricky point in
etiquette. Well, I '11 risk it,"
This was the letter I sent to him :—
" MY DEAR UNCLE EDWARD, — Why
haven't you written to me this term ?
I have spent the five shillings you gave
me when I came back ; it was awfully
ripping of you to give it me, but I have
spent it now. Are you coming down
to see me this term ? If you aren't you
might write to me, there is a post-
office here where you can change postal
orders.
" What I really meant to say was, can
you play golf with me on Monday at
MudburyHill? I am your new and
favourite nephew, and it is quite time
Monday. Just at the moment my gam
is putrid.
" Your niece and my wife sends he
love. Good-bye. I was top of 1113
class in Latin last week. I must now
stop, as it is my bath-night.
"I am, Your loving NEPHEW."
The next day I had a letter from mj
uncle : —
" MY DEAR NEPHEW, — I was so glac
to get your nice little letter and to heai
that you were working hard. Lst me
know when it is your bath-night again
these things always interest me.
shall be delighted to play golf with you
on Monday. You will have no difficulty
in recognizing me. I should describe
myself roughly as something Iik6
Apollo and something like Edmund
Payne, if you know what I mean. It
depends how you come up to me. I
am an excellent golfer and never take
more than two putts in a bunker.
" Till 2.30 then. I enclose a postal-
order for sixpence, to seo you through
the rest of the term.
" Your favourite Uncle, EDWARD."
I showed it to Celia.
"Perhaps you could describe him
more minutely," I said. " I hate wan-
lering about vaguely and asking every-
body I see if he 's my uncle. It seems
so odd."
"You 're sure to meet all right," said
Celia confidently. "He's — well, he's
lice-looking .and — and clean-shaven —
ad, oh, you 'II recognize him."
At 2.30oh Monday I arrived at theclub-
louse and waited for my uncle. Various
people appeared, but none seemed in
vant of a nephew. When 2.45 came
here was still no available uncle. True,
here was one unattached man reading
n a corner of the smoke-room, but
e had a moustache — the sort of heavy
moustache one associates with a Major.
At three o'clock I became desperate.
fter all, Celia had not seen Edward for
ome time. Perhaps he had grown
i moustache lately; perhaps he had
frown one specially for to-day. At any
ate there would be no harm in asking
this Major man if he was my uncle.
Even if he wasn't he might give n:e a
game of golf.
"Excuse me," I said politely, "but
are you by any chance my Uncle
Edward ? "
" I don't think so," he said with an
air of apology.
" I was almost certain you weren't,
but I thought I 'd just ask. I 'm sorry."
" Not at all. Naturally one wants
to find one's uncle. Have you er
lost him long? "
"Years," I said sadly. "Er — I won-
der if you would care to adopt me I
mean, give me a game this afternoon.
My man hasn't turned up."
" By all means. I 'm not very good."
" Neither am I. Shall we start
now ? Gocd."
I was sorry to miss Edward, but I
wasn't going to miss a game of golf on
such a lovely day. My spirits rose.
Not even the fact that there were no
;addies left, and I had to carry my own
:lubs, could depress mo.
The Major drove. I am not going
;o describe the whole game; thou»h
my cleek shot at the fifth hole, from°a
mnging lie to within two feet of
ihe — However, I mustn't go into
that now. But it surprised the Major
a good deal. And when at tiie next
lole I laid my brassie absolutely dead,
ie But I can tell you about that
some other time. It. is sufficient to say
low that, when we reached the seven-
.eenth tee, I was one up.
We both played the seventeenth well.
He was a foot from the hole in four. I
played my third from the edge of the
;reen. and was ridiculously short, giving
nyself a twenty-foot putt for the hole,
leaving my clubs I went forward with
he putter, and by the absurdest luck
lushed the ball in.
" Good," said the Major. " Your
jamc."
I went back for my clubs. When I
urned round the Major was walking
arelessly off to the next tee, leaving
he flag lying on the green and my ball
till in the tin.
1 Slacker," I said to myself, and
valked up to the hole.
And then I had a terrible shock. I
aw in the tin, not my ball, but a — •
moustache !
"Am I going mad?" I said. "I
ould have sworn that I drove off with
' Colonel,' and yet I seem to have
oled out with a Major's moustache! "
picked it up and hurried after him.
" Major," I said, " excuse me, you've
ropped your moustache. It fell off at
10 critical stage of the match ; the
hock of losing was too much for you ;
le strain of —
He turned his clean-shaven face
ound and grinned at me.
" I am your long-lost uncle."
A. A. M.
OCTOBEU 29. 1913.] PUNCH, OR THE LONDON CHARIVARI. 367
THE FREAK ADVERTISEMENT-WHAT IT MAY COME TO.
SS£p^f: •!;
GOOD NEWS FOB C6ERS Or SlMTKIN'8 SCAtF INVIGOBATOB. ON NOVEMBEB 5TH FllEE BAUBSKISQ IN LUDGATE ClBCUfl.
OS'I IIIS8 " SlMPKlN'S-DiY " lU THE Cm.
4'7 CONCENTBATED SYRUP OP BEEF-EATEBS1 DAY. SATURDAY NEXT. REAL COWS GIVEN AWAY TO BOXA FIDE CONSUMERS.
WEAK THE SYBUP SMILE AND vrra A cow.
3G8
PUNCH, OR THE LONDON CHARIVARI.
[OCTOBER 29, 1913.
THE CHOICE.
Sportsman. "WELL, I BELIEVE I'VE GOT A BIBD DOWN ABOUT HALF-A-MILE BACK, AND I KSOW THEBE PS AN EXCELLENT LUNCH
BEADY IN THE BAKS THEBE."
THE INFINITUDE OF COMMONPLACE.
BY A WILCOX-WORSHIPPER.
[" The charm of her verse is in itself a sufficient refutation of the
ridiculous assumption that the appeal of poetry has passed. There
may have been poets who have essayed to sing in a more sublime
strain. But the very fact that Mrs. Wilcox points us to the infini-
tude of the commonplace proves how completely she has identified
herself with what must bo the mission of all art, and especially poetry,
in the future." — R. DIMSDALE STOCKEB.]
(The gifled authoress speaks.)
I WILL be kind. Though idiots often madly
Rush in where expert angels never tread,
I will endure their wild incursions gladly
And cheerfully bind up each broken head.
There is no vital use in being bitter;
There is no joy in acrimonious jeers ;
There is more virtue in a simple titter
Than in a wilderness of clever sneers.
I will be strong. There is no room for weakness.
The feeble folk go to the wall at length ;
And I should never have achieved uniqueness
But for a brain of quite colossal strength.
Yet must I never use it as a tyrant,
Or trample on the unobtrusive toad,
But rather stimulate the young aspirant
To tread with fearless feet the upward road.
I will be sane. Although a bard has written
Great wits to madness closely are allied,
Madmen at largo, or men by mad dogs bitten,
Are deleterious to the countryside.
But short of madness there are many mortals
Who frequently betray a mental twist,
And, if they entered an asylum's portals,
Indubitably never would be missed.
I will bo sweet. Though salt is sometimes tonio
There is no balsam in the boundless brine,
And in a soil where saline streaks are chronic
The kindly fruits of nature peak and pine.
Mine be the noble task to chant and chirrup
In numbers honey-sweet for man's relief,
To ease the cosmic ill with soothing syrup
And sugar-coat the acrid pill of grief.
I will be good. The high-born and the haughty
By sin are whelmed in dark, untimely doom ;
NAPOLEON, though magnificent, was naughty,
And closed his life in exile and in gloom.
Great prelates, too, unworthy of the mitre,
Have smirched their fame by deeds of ill report ;
And SAPPHO, though a meritorious writer,
Would not, I think, have been received at Court.
I will be great. Some lives are all sedateness,
And some like sabres in their scabbards rust,
And some tremendous souls are born to greatness,
And some again have greatness on them thrust.
My place is with the third ; sent as a healer,
To mitigate mankind's momentous lot,
I shall endure, the only ELLA WHEELER,
When even MARTIN TUPPER is forgot.
A testimonial from the catalogue of a Live Fish
Company : —
"Dear Sir, — We are so delighted with the delicious fish of this
morning and wo are very much obliged to you for same. Kindly send
in bill as often as you like."
This is just the line we have often taken ourselves with
regard to our own commodities, but it has never been
popular.
PUNCH, OK THE LONDON CHAEIVARL— OCTOBER 29. 1913.
THE IRREPRESSIBLE.
MB. Awn* (waiting for the "patter "to finish). "THIS IS THE PART THAT MAKES ME NERVOUS!11
OCTOBER 29, 1913.]
PUNCH, OR THE LONDON CHARIVARI.
371
A WANT OF TACT.
"OH — EB — I WANT THIS PHOTOGRAPH FRAMED. I WANT IT D3SS VERY NICELY, WITH A CBEAX UOC2CI AND A GOLD "
41 YES, MISS ; I UNDEBSTAND, MlSS ; EXACT!,* SIMIHB TO TH8 LAST, MlSS."
ONCE UPON A TIME.
WASTE.
ONCE upon a time there were three
toadstools. They were not the fat
brown ones like buns with custard
underneath, or the rich crimson ones
with white spots, or the delicate purple
ones. They were merely small white
ones, a good deal more like mushrooms
than it was quite fair to make them.
They sprang up within a few inches
of each other, and witli every moment
added to their stature, and, as they
grew, they discussed life in all its
branches a-nd planned for themselves
distinguished careers . . .
The eldest was not more than eighteen
hours old, which is a good age for a
toadstool, when an angry boy on his
way homo from the village school
kicked him into smithereens for not
being a mushroom — which is the
toadstool's unpardonable sin.
The younger brothers, watching the
tragedy, vowed to fulfil their destiny
with better success than that and forth-
with they prepared a placard that ran
as follows (in a form of words which
was not perhaps strictly original, but,
like most of the jokes at which audiences
laugh, was none the worse for that) : —
To THE NOBILITY AND GENTBY
OF TOADLAND.
YOU WANT THE BEST SEATS.
WE HAVE THEM.
Having placed this notice in a pro-
minent position they waited.
For some time nothing happened,
and then an extremely portly and
aristocratic toad, with eyes of burning
amber and one of the most decorative
waistcoats out of Bond Street, waddled
towards the expectant brothers, read
the advertisement, and sat heavily
down on the nearer of them. I need
hardly say that the stool was crushed
to pieces beneath his weight, while the
toad himself sustained, as the papers
say, more than a few contusions, and
was in a disgusting temper.
It was not long afterwards that a
small girl, who had been sent out by
her mother to pick mushrooms, added
the surviving brother to her basket with
a little cry of triumph. " What a
beauty ! " she said, and hurried home
with the prize.
But her mother was very sharp about
it. " Do you want us all in our graves? "
she said as she picked the toadstool up
and flung it into the ashbin.
" And not even the satisfaction of
poisoning any one ! " he murmured as
life left him.
From the report of a lecture in
The Birkenhead News : —
"The modern tongue is capable, in com-
petent hands, of rendering the subtlest dis-
tinctions of thought, feeling, and imagin-
ation."
Hence the expression to " hold the
tongue."
" Ex-SHAEPHOENOMIStOLOGY.
Second Edition enlarged."
" Times" Literary Supplement.
Yet pessimists continue to complain
that it is a frivolous age.
372
PUNCH, OR THE LONDON CHARIVARI. [OCTOBER 29, 1913.
MR. PUNCH'S FOOTBALL EXPERTS.
ALTHOUGH Mr. Punch has watched
with sympathy the spirited policy of
one of his contemporaries in employing
such authorities on the winter game as
between these two football - centres
with ever-increasing activity. In 1909,
the Tigers spent £3,501 195. 3d. on
their front lino. Newcastle replied by
purchasing Scotsmen to the value of
£4,002 18s. M. In 1910, Newcastle
,-,«;/! /war civ t.hnnsa.nd nounds for
serve, so long will this inane state o
things continue. Women are not per
mitted to become members of Firs
League teams. What is the result i
Idiotic and ineffectual straggles lik<
Saturday's at Leytonstone. These
footballers do not know the rudiment,!
Lady HELEN FORBES
RIDGE to report football matches, ho
feels that the scheme is capable of
development. There are others able
and willing to let the public have pan-
pictures of tho game they love so well.
Graphic accounts of last Saturday's
matches by some of his own corps of
special reporters are appended : —
BERMONDSEY HORNETS
7.
HAXLEY WOLVES.
D-V-D LL-TD G-HGE.
Hornets 2. Wolves 0.
I am a comparatively
poor man, but, if 1 were half
as poor as the work in
front of goal of the Hanley
Wolves, I should be tempt-
ed to give up the Stock
Exchange altogether as too
risky. It was this, com-
bined with the spectacle of
that great track of unculti-
vated land (land which
might have bean congested
with happy and prosperous
agriculturists), that spoiled
my Saturday afternoon.
And this is going on all over
the country, while British
labourers emigrate to
America. I spoke to a
Bermondsey farmer after
the match, and he gave me some figures
which appalled me. Every footballer
destroys twenty turnips a day. You
cannot have half-backs and agricultural
prosperity. You must choose between
outside rights and inside wrongs. I
looked into the housing of the specta-
tors. In many cases whole families
were packed into a space which a sar-
dine would have considered inadequate.
I saw ten reporters huddled together
in a single room. I have no remedy to
suggest. I merely mention the facts.
PLYMOUTH TIGERS
v.
NEWCASTLE CORPORALS.
By
W-NST-N CH-RCH-LL.
Tigers 2. Newcastle 2.
The pointless struggle between these
over six
hacks of tho Dreadnought class. Tho of warfare. Not a single member of
Tigers responded by laying down a new
goal-keeper at a cost of well into the
seventh thousand. And so it has gone
on ever since. Now, the proposal
which I put forward in the name of
His Majesty's Government is simply
this. Let Plymouth say to Newcastle :
" If you will put oft' buying centre-
forwards for twelve months from the
ordinary date when you would have
opened negotiations
dealers, we will put
with tho
off buyin;
slave-
half-
backs in absolutely good faith for exactly
either eleven carried with him on to
the fie'.d a bomb, a horse-whip or even
a hat -pin. There was an autocratic
official who, I believe, is known as the
referee. I saw this man blow his
whistle and refuse to allow one burly
player a goal which ho had scored.
What did the player, tho craven, do?
Did ho hunger-strike, like a man of
spirit? No, he took it lying down.
For the rest, the HotstutTs wear rather
sweet shirts, pink relieved with a green
insertion ; and the Tuesday Afternoons'
the same period." That would mean ! goal-keeper has a nice face.
HINTS TO MILLIONAIRES.
HAVE A TAXIMETER FITTED TO YOCB PRIVATE CAR FOR THE BENEFIT
OF SOME CHARITABLE OBJECT AND BEND THE IOTAI, BECJISTERED EACH
DAY TO THE CHARITY.
two great teams, the third in three j stated
successive matches, encourages me to ! point.
that there would be a complete holiday
for one year between Plymouth and
Newcastle. The relative strength of
the two teams would be absolutely
unchanged.
SHEFFIELD TUESDAY AFTERNOON
r.
LEYTONSTONE HOTSTUFFS.
By
S-LV-A P-NKH-EST.
Tuesday Afternoons 0. Hotstufl's 0.
The crude exhibition of masculine
fatuity which attracted 30,000 pre-
judiced males to L3ytonstone on Satur-
day ended, as one might have foreseen,
in a result which was no result — a
result as negative and fruitless as the
Government's opposition to the Cause.
A pointless draw, I heard it called by
one man. Another, a moment later,
think that the time is now ripe for
some sano arrangement for the reduc-
tion of excessive armaments,
years team - building has gone
For
that each side had secured a
Can anything better illustrate
the futilities ar.d contradictions of this
man-made sport ? As long as football
is confined to one sex, as long as Man
on 'guards it jefJously as his special pre-
" THINGS I CANNOT
FORGET."
(Published to-day.}
THIS charming and bril-
liant volume of reminis-
cences, issued by Mr. Good-
leigh Chump, is tho work
of that universal favourite,
Mr. " Hobby " Binns, the
brother of that distinguished
American publicist, Senator
Binns, and forms an agree-
able pendant to the volume
which recently emanated
from the cultured pen of
Mr. FREDERICK MARTIN.
Wealthy, cultivated, and
accomplished, Mr. Binns has travelled
everywhere and met everybody — at
least everybody who is also somebody]
His recollections range from Mr. GLAD-
STONE to LOLA MONTEZ, and they have
the merit of being expressed in an
admirably vivid style, as the following
extracts will abundantly prove. For
example, when Mr. Binns asked Mr.
GLADSTONE whether he was an Anti-
Semite, the G.O.M. replied, " How could
1 be when my name is a translation of
Gluckstein and my favourite fish is
salmon ? " And yet there ara those
who say that Mr. GLADSTONE had no
sense of humour !
Mr. Binns, staunch republican though
he is, is never happier than when he is
discussing royal or imperial personages.
There is nothing more charming in the
book than the following touching anec-
dote of the venerable Emperor of
AUSTRIA : —
" The Emperor of AUSTRIA-HUNGARY
was at Biarritz in the 'nineties, and I
can just remember once receiving a des-
pairing note from Mrs. Hunter Tufton,
OCTOKEB 29, 1913.]
PUNCH, OR THE LONDON CHARIVARI.
373
CHRONIQUE SCANDALEUSE.
Gossip (at top of lier voice as tube train rushes along). " ' War DO I STOP TALKIXO AT THE STATIONS '
BUrl'OSE I WANT EVERYBODY TO HEAB ALL ABOUT AUNT SOPHIE AND THE CHADFPEUB?"
GOOD G1BI., DO VOO
bidding me come to her villa at once.
' Dear old Hobby,' she wrote, ' I am in
the deuce of a fix. The EIIP. proposes
to dine with me to-morrow night, and
I 've only fourteen footmen. For the
love of goodness send me a few of your
men,' I sent back word at once that
I should be delighted to send six of
my men, who were all much pleased
at the idea of serving the EMPEKOB.
On the evening all went well until
the sorbet was served, when my
head valet lost his nerve and upset
the sorbet down the back of the
EJIFKBOR'S neck. My man began to
sob and cry, saying, ' For Heaven's
sake forgive me, Sire ; I have a wife
and five small children.' FKANZ JOSEF
then, as always, bohaved like a perfect
gentleman. He turned to the man,
who was ashen-grey with fright, and
said, ' Nunquani menu, old cocky ; it
wasn't your fault. I leaned back just
at the wrong moment. Say no more
about it ; ' and in ten minutes he had
changed into another uniform and was
back again at the dinner-table as if
nothing had happened. My man's com-
ment to me afterwards was thoroughly
characteristic : ' Oh 1 Sir, fancy an
Emperor being so considerate. Why,
he might have cut my head off on the
spot 1 ' '
OUR TAINTED EDUCATION.
A CORRESPONDENT who signs himself
" Paterfamilias," but whom wo believe
to be nothing of the sort, writes to
protest against the introduction of
politics into the school teaching of the
present day. " The English History
lesson," he very truly says, " has long
been a medium for disseminating the
particular political opinions of the
teacher; and, in arithmetic, sums in-
volving a mental struggle with exports
and imports are, in my opinion, to be
gravely suspected. I need hardly add
that a vast amount of criticism of the
War Office can be introduced into balf-
an-hour's lesson in geography. And
the evil continues to spread.
" Not very long ago I discovered
my youngest child in the bathroom
moistening a postage stamp with a
bath-sponge, because she had been
instructed at school that microbes lurk
in the gum of stamps and that to lick
them imperils the health. I wrote at
once a strong letter to her school-
mistress, objecting to the unloading of
this pernicious political nonsense on to
the immature intelligence of a child of
tender years, and a somewhat curt
reply came back to the effect that it
was not politics at all, but hygiene !
" Yesterday my son came home from
school full of new facts about what his
schoolmaster is pleased to call natural
history. But, Sir, only a brief question-
ing sufficed to reveal that under the
guise of nature-study my child is learn-
ing some of the most dangerous political
doctrines of the day, especially those
relating to the foodstuffs in favour
among the feathered dwellers in our
woods and copses.
" Hygiene and natural history, for-
sooth 1 Ten minutes in almost any
railway compartment in the country
are surely enough to convince anybody
with a pair of ears that such matters,
far from being merely associated with
hygiene and natural history, have be-
come the very life-blood of the politics
o£ our time."
374
PUNCH, OR THE LONDON CHARIVARI. [OCTOBER 29, 1913.
THE PATIENT.
" No, Francesca," I said, " I will not."
" \Vlwt, you won't take your medicine? "
" No, nothing shall induce me oven to look at it."
"But is that wise?"
" No, it is probably the height of folly, but I am beyond
caring for that. I have a gnawing pain in my— Ow-ow,
there it is again— in my right big toe, and you choose that
moment to talk to me about medicine. Is that tactful?
Francesca, I had expected better things of you."
"But Dr. Willett said it would relievo you."
" How can he know ? " I said. " 1 have had one close of
his hateful fluid, and I 'm sure it has thrown me back a
•whole week."
"•Oh, my dear," said Francesca, "how can you possibly
tell ? " '
" And, if I can't tell, who can ? Dr. Willett can't. I, at
any rate, can feel what it does to mo. It gives me cold
shudders up and down my back and makes mo want to
cry. Can that be a good result? "
" Did you really want to cry ? " she said with some
interest.
" I did," I said. " I often do want to, but I restrain my-
self. I have one of those stern and unbending natures —
Ow-ow, it 's got me again. Francesca, can't you do some-
thing? Must you stand there and smile? "
" I will banish my smile," she said, " since it seems to
distress you; but I was thinking of your stern and
unbending nature."
" And now," 1 said bitterly, " you are — how shall I
express it? — you are quoting me against myself. You
are chopping straws with a miserable invalid who is nailed
to his bed and cannot lift a foot to defend himself. Is that
generous? Is it even just? Great Heavens, Francesca,
how do you suppose a big toe like mine can endure to have
straws chopped at it ? Oh, oh."
" There," she said, " I knew you 'd do yoursslf harm if
you got excited."
" I was never calmer in my life," I said.
"Then this is the moment for smoothing your pillow and
helping you to put on your flannel jacket."
" You shall smooth my pillow, if you like ; but you shall
not speak of my old rowing coat as a flannel jacket."
'•Certainly not," she said, "if you object. We women
have no sense of the dignity of things, have we? "
" Now you are getting peevish," I said. " I cannot bear
people to be peevish. And, as to my old rowing coat, I
simply couldn't face it in this condition. It would be a
mockery."
" But it will keep you warm," she said ; and with a few
deft movements she robed me in it.
" There," she said, " you '11 be more comfortable now."
" If you think so, Francesca, you deceive yourself. I
have not been at all comfortable, and therefore I cannot
be more comfortable. That stands to reason."
" I know," she said. " It is a shame."
"Yes, it is. I wonder why I of a'.l men should have
the gout."
" Oh," she said cheerfully, " that 's easily answered.
Dinners, you know, and champagne and port. I 'm told
they're all deadly."
" And that," 1 said, " shows how you misjudge me."
" But you have had some dinners, you know."
" Only one a day, and that a meagre one."
" And you have drunk some port and champagne."
" A thimbleful here and there," I said. " How can that
matter?" <
" But Dr. Willett "
"I will not have Dr. Willett thrown in my teeth."
" Well, he has to examine your tongue, you know."
" Francesca, your jests are ill-timed. I want you to
realize that my gout is not rich man's gout, duo to excess
in eating and drinking. It h poor man's gout, due to
under-feeding and over-working and worry."
"They all say that," said Francesca. " Sir William Bowles
is most emphatic about his gout, and Charlie Carter always
tells me he can't make out why ho should have it, living
such a simple life as he does."
"There you are, you see. The men who ought to know
best all agree with me."
" Not a bit of it," she said. " They both said they quite
understood why you bad the gout, with your City dinners
and all that."
" I despise them and their opinions."
" That 's right. It '11 do you good. And now I must go
out. I 've got to see Mrs. Holiister."
" Francesca," I said, " you are going to desert me for a
Hollister?"
" Well," she said, " I 'm sure you ought to rest. You 've
been talking a great deal."
"I have scarcely," I said, "opened my mouth. However,
if you must go, go at once."
" Shall I ssnd Frederick in to entertain you ? "
" No," I said, " I am not up to Frederick, though he is
only six years old."
" He is a very intelligent boy."
"That 's just it," I said. " He 's too intelligent. He has
suddenly developed a passion for the multiplication table.
He would ask me eleven times eleven, or eleven times twelve,
and I should not be able to answer. I am afraid he would
cease to respect me."
" Very well," she said, " I will withdraw Frederick, but
only on condition that you take your medicine."
"Bah! " I said.
" Just one good gulp will do it ... There, it wasn't so
bad after all, was it ? "
" Frttncesca," I said, "it was simply execrable."
E. C. L.
THE PERFECT SMOKE.
(A Hint to Young Men.)
I NEVER loved the baleful briar- wood,
Nor longed for any herb but asphodel,
But then they said it did the system good,
Nerves and all that. I bought a pipe — and fell.
Pale and alone I sucked the sacred reed ;
I drew deep breaths, and chunks of fragrant weed
Swept through the orifice, a good old feed,
And golden juice from some perennial well.
A cold, cold sweat stood wanly on my brow,
Yet still I plied its vile unnatural cause.
While hardened smokers came and showed me bow,
And took great pains to tell me all their laws —
How such a herb was fit for men more skilled,
And such was mild, or hot or opium-filled ;
I hated it — and them — and yet, weak-willed,
Held ever some foul tube between my jaws.
For, while I hated, habit held me tight,
Till soon I saw the essence of the show
Was, after all, to keep the thing alight —
And why need that impair the vitals so ?
One can have all — the something hard to chew,
The something (not too difficult) to do —
Yet never draw the fatal juices through,
Nor die of smoker's heart. You simply blow.
OCTOBER 29, 1913.]
PUNCH, OR THE LONDON CHARIVARI.
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Albert (always eafjcr to improve himself ). " AUNTIE, WAS KATHAHISE OJ1 AKAQON THE FIFTH OB SIXTH WIFE OF HENBT THE EIGHTH?'
OUE COUNTRY DIAEY.
(By the " Eural On-lookcr.)
Saturday, October 25th, 1913.— The
reference made by Mr. LI/OYD GEORGE,
in the opening speech of the Land
Campaign, to the serious depredations
made by pheasants has brought me a
huge mass of correspondence. 1 under-
stand that among economists this state-
ment is generally regarded as the most
arresting and important item in all
that terrible indictment. But I am
myself more closely in touch with
sportsmen and naturalists, who also
have much to say upon the subject.
I have, for instance, a letter from a
Highland Laird who writes (from his
castle on the Wee Wheen Saft Estate,
near the Yetts of Drumtoolie) : — " The
habits of black-game in this district
have often been a source of considerable
surprise to visiting naturalists. During
the month of September they would
seem to subsist almost entirely upon a
diet of mushrooms, and they frequently
approach quite close to the house iu
their voracious search for this succulent
fungus. We often pot them from the
bedroom windows on wet afternoons.
But reformers are beginning to feel
that some compensation is due to the
school - children who, if they cannot
bring homo to their mothers the cus-
tomary supplies, will naturally bo
deprived of their winter ketchup."
" Mr. LLOYD GEORGE'S statement
does not surprise me in the least,"
writes "An Old Naturalist" from Bally-
folly, Co. Down. " Anyone who has
ever seen the wild duck in this district
' gathering up the butter-cups on the
lawn after a shower of rain will have
no difficulty at all in accepting it."
" Small Holder " writes from Kent to
the effect that he has never suffered any
inconvenience from pheasants ; and the
CHANCELLOR, in his opinion, is entirely
upon the wrong tack. What he wants is
adequate protection — or compensation,
or both — in the matter of the depreda-
tions of badgers. It is perfectly heart-
rending, he says, to observe them at
work, digging up potatoes.
" Let the whole matter be fully
ventilated," demands a certain Market
Gardener (who writes from The Day
Nurseries, Chorley-cum-Bootle). " I
can tell you I am running up a pretty
bill for scarecrows this season.
Business is becoming almost impossible
owing to the prevalence of coveys of
grouse in the strawberry beds."
That the CHANCELLOR'S powerful
words have not been spoken in vain ia
already made sufficiently clear by the
sudden and startling advance in the
price of wire-netting.
" Advertiser seeks birth in wine cellars."
Advt. in " Wine and Spirit Trade Record."
To be born in the purple vats, with a
silver corkscrew in his mouth — how it
must appeal to Advertiser.
" Assistant master wanted for private school
in Germany ; salary £84 ; Germany unneces-
sary."— Advt. in " Manchester Guardian."
Perhaps; but still, there she ia.
" A very picturesque note was lent by a corps
of Lascar seamen from the Anchor Line in
their Hue native costumes and red turbines."
Journal of Commerce.
Both picturesque and appropriate.
376
PUNCH, OR THE LONDON CHARIVARI. [OCTOBER 29. 1913.
AT THE PLAY.
••BETWEEN SUNSET AND DAWN.'
"Tin-: GREEN COCKATOO."
SEVEN hours by the directions in the
programme — actually less than two
hours by stage reckoning — seem, per-
haps, a short allowance of time for a
man to make his first acquaintance
with a woman, become intimate with
her to the length of Christian names,
propose elopement, change his mind,
and then stab her fatally in the back.
But things move fast in a doss-house,
where the hesitancies and circumlocu-
tions of ordinary life are apt to be
ignored , and matters may be still
further accelerated when one of the
parties happens to be mad.
The real trouble was that nobody,
except, perhaps, the madman himself,
was in the secret of his mental estrange-
ment. Looking back, one recognises
certain indications of it ; but at the time,
unfamiliar as we were with the accepted
manners of a doss-house management,
we assumed that the opprobrious
terms in which Jim Harris addressed
his mother, constantly offering to
" wring her - — - neck," represented
the ordinary filial attitude towards a
gin-sodden parent in these circles. I
admit that a drunken acquaintance of
his did hint that Jim was an eccentric,
but as, at the same time, he referred
contemptuously to his habit of reading
books, we merely took this to be the
author's satire upon a society in which
a taste for culture was regarded as a
sign that its owner was not all there.
Some, again, might have suspected
his sanity when he was prepared with
an easy conscience to run away with
another man's wife, but was put off by
the fact that she had told her husband
a lie about his feelings for her. Per-
sonally, I trace no indication of mad-
ness in this nice distinction on a point
of honour. Indeed, I found so much
method in the madness of his final act
that it seemed to me the most reason-
able solution of the difficulty. It was
impossible to let her return to the
savagery of her legal husband; and,
since it was unthinkable that she should
be allowed to go on the streets, the only
alternative was that he should go off with
her, a scheme from which her instincts
had always revolted, and which had
been abandoned by him on the ground
of her proved capacity for lying. So he
killed her, in the certain knowledge
that he was saving her from a life of
horror or shame, and in the vague hope
that he was sending her straight to
heaven, and might possibly follow her
by way of the gallows.
One was reminded of the spiritual
sanity that inspired the madman in
BROWNING'S poem, Porphyria's Lover,
where the girl's soul is saved by the
killing of her body : —
' ' I found
A thing to do, and all her hair
In one long yellow string I wound
Three times her little throat around
And strangled her."
Mr. NORMAN McKiNNEi, has become
so habituated to the brutal method, of
which lie is a past master, that he finds
difficulty in relaxing his facial muscles
to the semblance of amorous infatua-
tion. But this only lent an air of
BETWEEN 9.45 AND 11 P.M.
(1) Mr. NOKMAN McKiNNEL, as Jim Harris,
does his great knife-in-the-back feat.
(2) Mr. NOBMAN McKiNNEL, as Henry, does
it again.
naturalness to what, in the play, pur-
ported to be a first essay in love-
making. It seemed to me a very intel-
ligent performance, but then — and I
say it without boastfulness — experience
has given me no standard of doss-house
manners to go by. Mr. EDMOND BKEON,
as Bill Higgins, the drunken husband,
looked the part to admiration. Miss
ADA KING was an astoundingly lifelike
figure as Mrs. Harris, and, whether
or not the name was chosen by design,
there is no doubt that the imaginary
bosom-friend of Sairy Gamp has now
become incarnate. But my deepest
gratitude I reserve for Miss MAY
BLAYNEY, in the part of Liz Higgins.
Here we did not simply say, " This
looks like a clever piece of play-acting,
a tour de force in something outside the
common experience"; rather we felt,
by an intuition which responded to her
own, that she had merged her person-
ality in that of the woman, body and
soul.
The Green Cockatoo, a " grotesque "
in one Act, which followed this grim
little tragedy in the " Grand Guignol "
vein, was the name of a subterranean
tavern in Paris which the aristocracy
used to frequent for the joy of meeting
various desperadoes, who recounted the
story of their crimes. Actually they
were just innocent mummers who
flattered themselves that they were
imposing upon the credulity of their
audience, though the habiluds of the
place had, of course, got beyond the
stage of deception.
Among the actors is a certain Henry,
who has just married a notorious
courtesan of the stage, and proposes
to lead the simple life with her in the
provinces. He comes in to tell how he
has found his wife intriguing with the
Due de Cadignan and lias killed that
nobleman. The old hands in the stage-
audience regard his performance as a very
fine sample of histrionics ; but so circum-
stantial and probable is his story that
we in the other audience are left in
doubt whether he has not been giving
us a slice of actual life. Meanwhile
Henry learns from the evidence of an
actual criminal (who happens to find
himself in this atmosphere of imagined
crime and can't get anyone to listen to
his true tale of murder) that at least
a part of his story is true : that his
wife has indeed been unfaithful to him.
At this moment the alleged corpse
enters, less concerned about his love-
affair than about the Revolutionary mob
that holds the streets outside. Henry
at once plants a knife in his betrayer's
back (Mr. McKiNNEi/s second mortal
blow with the same weapon in the
same quarter of the anatomy during
the course of one evening), and in the
popular enthusiasm provoked by the
announcement of the fall of the Bastille
his act is regarded as a sound and
citizenlike piece of work.
An excellent little drama, full of
colour and movement, and with a nice
ironic blend of comedy and tragedy,
but perhaps rather complicated and
overcrowded (there are two-and-twenty
characters) for a one- Act play. 0. S.
Commercial Candour.
' ' What Ho I She Bumps (a slang expression)
aptly describes the running of the car."
Adi't. in " Ceylon Morning Leader."
OCTOBEII 29, 1913.]
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377
s..
Motorist (ivlu) IMS run over a patriardial fowl). " BUT THE rmcE is VERY HIGH. THE BIRD'S is HIS SECOND CHILDHOOD!"
Irish Peasant. "Ii's THE THRUE WORD YEU HONOUR'S SPAKIS' ; THIM vouso CHICKEXS is TERRIBLE DEAK AT THIS SAISOS."
OUR BOOKING-OFFICE.
(By Mr. Punch's Staff of Learned Clerks.)
THOUGH some of his novels are better than others there
is no such thing as a had novel by Mr. H. DE VERB
STACPOOLE. He seems incapable of those side-slips which
mar the smooth career of most authors. Just where on the
list I should place The Children of t}ie Sea (HuTcniNSOx) I
hardly know. In some ways it is the finest piece of work
he has ever done. Very few novelists could have treated
so horrible a central idea with the same delicacy. It is
extraordinary how, without weakening his story in any
way, he contrives' to avoid grossness. For this reason, I
think I should place the book at the head of his list, con-
sidered purely as an example of the art of writing. On the
other hand, I have enjoyed reading some of his other works
a good deal more. Perhaps " bracketed first " is the best
decision. Of the three books into which the story is
divided, I liked the first best, which is set in the Sea of Japan,
and culminates with the adventure which ultimately wrecked
the life of Erikr Ericsson, of the cable-laying ship, the
President Girling. There is nobody like Mr. STACPOOLE for
conveying scenery and atmosphere in a few sentences ; and
he is at his best in his descriptions of the strange colony of
sea-women among the sand-hills by the Japanese telegraph
station. Iceland is the scene of Books Two and Three ;
and here the author, though just as successful in handling
his material, has less attractive material to handle. It is
in the second book that Schwalla, the cousin of his ship-
mate Magnus, comes into Ericsson's life. Their love-story
has something of the quality of a saga. It is great with a
greatness in keeping with its background of sea and rocks
and ice; and over it broods the ever-deepening shadow
of the final tragedy. If ever there was a story devised to
inspire pity and terror, this is it. I do not recommend the
book to those who demand a happy ending from their
novels ; and I doubt whether it will have the popularity of
its predecessor from the same pen, The Order of Release ;
but there can be no two opinions as to its artistic merits.
Tide Marks (METHUEN), by MARGARET WESTRUP (Mrs.
SYDNEY STACEY), is more ambitious than a delightful work
by the same author entitled Elizabeth's Children. That
j earlier book had, I think, a quite unusual vein of humour
I and sentiment, and the characters concerned were nice
human people who moved and spoke in a very real amusing
world. But now 1 am afraid that Mrs. STACEY wishes to
advance in her art, and I suspect that the simple humours .
of Elizabeth's Children seem to her very tame and common-
place beside the vagaries of her new heroine. The lady in
' question is, to quote the publishers, " the child of a gipsy .
mother and an ascetic father," and she has inherited, of
course, a quantity of temperament which she splashes about
upon the rocks and moors of Cornwall. It is regrettable
that Cornwall lends itself rather too readily to loose colour
and haphazard passion, and I am beginning to feel that
its uso as a background in the novels of the day is very
often a confession of weakness. In any case, the sea and
the gipsy mother and the ascetic father have proved quite too
much for Mrs. STACEY'S heroine, who is as unconvincing.
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[OCTOBER 29, 1913.
and unsatisfactory a creature as over ate pilchards. The
author is happier 'in less exotic company, and I hope that'
in her next hook she will give us one of her own delightful
studies in ordinary human beings rather than an imitative
portrait of a girl who is both unpleasant and unreal.
Of all the female, not to say feminist, stories that ever I
read, Gold Lace (CHAPMAN AND HALL) seems the most
entirely characteristic. So much so that I question whether
the mere male reviewer is qualified to appreciate the nuances
of Miss ETHEL COLHVHX MAYNK'S conception. There is
re-ally nothing whatever in the story but atmosphere; that,
however, seems to me to be fairly well done. It is by no
means a pleasant or exhilarating atmosphere, but that is
not the point. The scene of it is a small garrison and
naval town in Ireland (you can faiily easily supply the
original of it for yourself) ; and the story, such as it is,
treats of the relations between the migrant Service visitors
scarify (the occasions are rare) he does not dip his pen I
crave pardon for varying my metaphors ; but what are
metaphors meant for if not to be varied? — he does not dip
his pen in vitriol, hut in the no less deadly mixture of his
subject's own egotism, vanity, ambition and unwarranted
self-respect. If he compares Mr. ST. LOB STKACHEY with
Pecksniff it is only because Mr. STRACHEY himself has, in a
moment of what may be called unctuous recklessness, made
that very comparison. " To Mr. and Mrs. Webb," says
Mr. GARDINER in another essay, " wo are statistics. Wo are
marshalled in columns, and drilled in tables, and explained
in appendices. We do not move to some far-off divine
event, but to a miraculous perfection of machinery and a
place in decimals." The book is full of these agreeable
flashes of literary lightning.
and the resident youth and beauty of the place.
COLBURN MAYNE writes,
I take i t.with some sense
of Mission. It is hers,
as it was the part of her
heroine, Rhoda Henry,
the Lend on -bred girl
•who came to stay in
Eainville, to implant
in the minds of the
local ladies a divine
discontent with the
conditionsof their exist-
ence, especially as it is j
affected by the visiting |
officers. Flirted with,
even embraced, they
might be, all without
knowing anything
really of the lives and
homes of their tem-
porary swains. Gold
Lace is, in short, the
story of men with a
sweethe'art in every
port, told from the
point of view of the
sweetheart. Rhoda sets herself to correct all this, to teach
the damsels of Eainville independence and the art of
keeping itinerant gold-lace at a respectful distance. This
process the author poetically calls, " The Flowering of
London Pride." If you object that it is all somewhat thin,
I shall have nothing to say. In spite of some reality in the
characters, my own impression was of a good light comedy
theme mishandled as serious drama, which is a pity.
In Pillars of Society (NisBETj Mr. A. G. GARDINER gives
us a second selection from his portrait-gallery of the cele-
brated. His method is now well known. The brutal spite
that leads to bludgeon-work has no attraction for him.
If, for instance, fate had imposed on him the duty of doing
Mr. Blank's work as editor of The Hearing Review, it is
safe to assume that he would have carried his task through
with perfect efficiency and despatch, but he would not have
left on his readers the impression that they had been
taking part in a low public-house brawl. It is fortunate
for Liberals that their champion in the personal style of
journalism should have so strong a sense of literary courtesy
that, when occasion requires, he can polish off his foe with
a series of rapier-thrusts that leave the victim smiling in
spite of his pain. When Mr. GARDINER wishes to slay or
- If you intend later to die famous you cannot be too
careful now in your choice of a private secretary, seeing
Miss ETHEL that he is bound to turn biographer after your decease.
CECIL ERODES, care-
less of many things,
was particularly incau-
tious in this respect ;
he employed, among
others, Mr. GORDON LK
SUE un, obviously a
most competent secre-
tary, but a too candid,
minute and fearless
critic to be entrusted
with one's posthumous
fame. I had always
imagined Mr. EIIOUKS
to be exclusively em-
ployed in building em-
pires ; if ever ho con-
descended to the smaller
pastimes, I took it for
granted that he p3r-
formed them with an
easy grace and a magni-
ficent perfection. I now
barn from Cecillihodes,
the Man and his Work
(MURRAY), that in 1m
off-moments he shot recklessly and indifferently, sat with
insecurity in his saddle, ate voraciously, swore copiously, lost
his temper often, and cracked the poorest and most dismal of
jests. Luckily his greatness was such that it does not suffer
by so intimate an exposure of his minor habits, and the
biographer, no mere detractor, but a loyal, if scrupulous
admirer, is alive to this. It may have been his deliberate
intention to emphasise the god-like attributes of his subject
by setting them against a background of human weaknesses;
if this be so, Mr. LE SUEUR has succeeded in his purpose and
committed a peculiarly noble act of friendship, seeing that
it was the habit of Mr. ERODES, ever generous with his
own possessions, to make lavish distributions also from the
not too complete wardrobes of his secretaries. This one
in particular has reason to believe that what was once his
best dress.-coat is at the moment adorning the back of a
Matabele mendicant! Mr. LE SUEUR has not taken his
revenge, but has paid a proper tribute to the memory of
his master, hero and despoiler.
ANOTHER WORLD'S WORKER.
THE POST OFFICE EXPERT WHO DECIPHERS DIFFICULT ADDRESSES.
More Olympic Talent.
"Mr. A. Bassett, farmer, Acton Trussell, near Stafford, has lifted
a potato which turns the scale at 4J Ibs." — Dundee Advertiser.
We take off our hat to the Hercules of Acton Trussell.
NOVI'.MHKK ,f), 191.'}.]
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379
CHARIVARIA.
Tiiosr. American papers \vliicli hinted
at the possibility of war between their
country and ours on the subject of
Mexico did not know what they were
talking about. The preparations for the
celebration of tho One Hundred Years'
IVaci; between tho two nations are far
too advanced to allow of hostilities.
was
A destroyer of destroyers
launched at Chatham last week.
The Germans are now said to
he at work on a destroyer of
destroyers of destroyers. And
so the game goes on.
On the occasion of his visit
to Austria, Heuter tells us, the
(ll.KMAN 1'jMl'KKOIt shot nO fewer
tha.-i 1,180 pheasants. The
statement, originating in Liberal
circles in this country, that His
Majesty afterwards received a
deputation of grateful Mangold-
wmv.elheimers, is declared to
bo untrue. ... ...
During a golf match at Acton
a crow picked up the ball of
a Mr. A. S. SMITH and, after
Hying with it for some distance,
dropped it in a deep ditch. It
looks as if the bird bad mis-
taken itself for a pheasant, and
Mr. SMITH for Mr. LLOYD
GliOlUH!. ... ...
Mr. REDMOND is said to be
much gratified at the news that
an influential meeting to protest
against "Carsonism" has been
held, at the Ulster town of
Ballymoney. " It 's your Bally-
money we want " has long been
the Home Rulers' message to
Ulster.
. We are in a position to deny
the rumour that the cruiser
Terpsichore was. blown up the
other day by the Italian F Rays. We
are informed that the explosion took
place amid British Hoo Rays.
rant happiness." Provided, we take it,
that the thorns have been previously
removed.
:
Is there no honour among winds'.'
Among those who were injured by the
tornado which visited tho Tuff Valley
last week was a Mr. BUKK/I:.
" The Gray's Inn rooks, winch were
driven from their nests last spring by
carrion crows, and left London, have,"
KMI-KKOK on the ground of its boing
inadequate, and it is possible that the
monument may bo taken down.
* *
Tho Camera Club seems to havo
very spacious quarters in John Street,
A.lelphi, for Tin- I'ull Mull Gazette
tells us that amongst its exhibits at the
present moment are three enlargements
of Mr. G. K. ClIKSTKKTON.
THE FIFTH OF NOVEMBEK.
CoMIXO TO OUB BOMFIBE?"
R\-THER. WHOSK HOUSE ARK von
Tlia Express Announces, " now returned
to the gardens." It is really rather too
bad to publish the fact. The rooks,
we understand, did not want the crows
to know it.
Tho Secretary of the National
Anti-Vivisection Society is alleged to
have disappeared. Also £5,000. If
this should prove to bo something more,
than a coincidence it will perhaps be a
consolation to the Secretary to know
that in any event the Society will not- believe it was Petty Larkiny.
press for his vivisection.
A correspondent asks : What was the
nature of the charge brought against
tho ladies wbo attempted to deport the
children of the Dublin strikers? We
* *
In reviewing a song entitled "A
Throne of Roses," a contemporary
says : -- " Love enthroned" upon roses
conjures up iwi irresistible vision of f rag-
The President of the League of
Patriots, which collected the money for
the "Battle of the Nations" monument
at Leipzig, has refused the decoration
conferred upon him by the GKHMAN
THE TWELVE GARDENERS.
I KNOW twelve gardeners good
To make my garden grow
In all the multitude
Of all the blooms that b'.osv ;
Sunflower and rose and pink,
The big flowers and the small,
Yes, any sort you think,
My gardeners serve them all.
They work in shifts of three.
And when one shift has gone
(All gardeners want their tea)
Another shift comes on.
Three gardeners to a shift,
Four shifts of gardeners three,
To make my beds uplift
And burgeon joyously.
One shift to ripe the seed ;
And one to tend the flowers
And give -them steadfast heed
Throughout the golden hours ;
One shift to drop them down,
Tender and reverent,
Upon Earth's kindly brown,
When all the gold is spent ;
And one to watch and wait
And blow upon its thumbs,
Till through the garden gate
Again the first shift comes.
I know twelve gardeners good
That watch and serve and sow
Of their solicitude
For all the flowers that blow.
From a leader in The Daily
Telegraph on the Mexican crisis : —
' ' The day has gone by when the two great
English-speaking peoples can afford to fall out
over the affairs of a South American State."
The office-boy will have to be replaced
if he continues to show such ignorance
of geography.
Another Impending Apology.
"Thanks to the bookbinders' strike, which
is holding back various books, Mr. and Mrs.
Egerton Castle's new story, ' The Golden Bar-
rier,' will not appear until January."
Daily Chronicle.
With regard to the book here named,
we cannot share our contemporary's
gratitude; and think that anyhow it
was expressed too bluntly.
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PUNCH, OR THE LONDON CHARIVARI. [NOVKMBKK 5, 1913.
SHOCKING EXAMPLES.
["The presentment of a case by means of
' (hooking examples ' — Mr. Lloyd Ooorge's
most trusty weapons— is clearly in the highest
fallacious." — The Times,
NOTE. — In the slux'kiiisj example-; th.n
f >ll.iw, the iinthor does not claim to present
nit any particular <-lass ; nor are
\umpUs of the iniquity of any particu-
lar \vstoin ; lust that doosu't make them am
le-s .-.hocking.]
THE REFORMED LANDLORD.
THERE \vas once a landlord (I sup-
piv-;s his name and locality) \vlio O\VNCI
a suburban property and hud grown rich
on improvements made by bis tenants,
lint, being shown the error of his ways,
he determined to be a hotter man. And
on the expiration of certain three leases
which the tenants did not wisli to renew
lie let the properties for a period of
fourteen years to A, B, and C, with
the undertaking that at the end. of that
term he would demand no compensation
for improvements, but, ' on the other
hand, would himself recoup the 'tenants
for their outlay. . Further, he nobly
refused to put into the lease? any Ifar-
assing conditions that might lijnit his
tenants in the development cjf their
respactiVe properties. • And A : turned
his house into a fever hospital; and B
started a brick-kiln, and C set up a fish-
manure business. And after the lapse of
twelve uionthsallthesurrqunding yearly
tenants left the neighbourhood, ^and no
one would take their houses, find the
landlord was reduced to great straits.
And at the end of fourteen years A, B,
and C demanded compensation for im-
provements and also for the goodwill of
their respective establishments:. And
the landlord is now in the workhouse.
i
THE MAN WHO BIT THE HAND THAT
FED HIM.
There- was once a poacher (you are
not to ask me his name) who died. And
the duke whose game lie had poached
(be also shall be anonymous) tobk pity
on the orphan child of the deceased, and
had him educated at a distance, so that
bis father's record should be no re-
proach to him. And the boy imbibed
knowledge so well that he grew up to
be a Socialist. And returning to the
scene of his birth he preached the doc-
trine of the wickedness of landlords at
the very gates of his benefactor. And
having thus convinced the neighbouring
tenants that all landlords, and notably
dukes, were the seed of the devil, he in-
duced them to migrate. And by an active
boycott and the employment of other
forms of peaceful persuasion, ho made
the vacant tenancies very undesirable.
And the land passed out of cultivation ;
and the (hike, being in great difficulties,
liad to dispose of his property by a
forced sale. And it was bought by a
gentleman from the Stock Exchange,
who turned it into a golf course.
And the duke is now engaged in tho
logging trade in Saskatchewan. But
in recognition of his good work the
poacher's son lias received an appoint-
ment as an itinerant lecturer en the
evils of the feudal system.
THE RAILWAV THAT WENT CHEAP.
There was once a Chairman of a
Railway (which I will not specify),
and lie contrived by very careful
management just to make ends meat
and give a modest return to the share-
holders. And there were strikes, and
the wages of the company's employees
had to b 3 raised to prevent further in-
convenience to tho great travelling
public. And the rates on the company's
laud went up, and the public demanded
better and better accommodation and
faster and faster trains and more and
more of • them, and he said: ."I'm
afraid we must charge our passengers
a slightly higher price or we shall be
insolvent." And the Government said :
"No, you mustn't; on the other hand you
must reduce your charge for farmers'
merchandise." And the Government
also said: "We insist on better arrange-
ments for the safety of your employees."
And all this cost a great deal, and the
price of the shares went down and down.
And then the Government said: " We
will nationalize your railway." And
at this threat the shares went further
down and further down ; and when they
had got as low as they could the Govern-
ment bought the railway. . And it was
considered a very clever deal. And the
Government had many new posts to
offer, and they awarded several situa-
tions as porters and brakesmen to the
old shareholders.
THE DOCTOR'S GOODWILL.
There was once a doctor (who shall
be nameless), and he sold his- practice
to a young man from the country, to
whom he represented its value as £400
per annum. But he did not mention
that the chief source of his income was
the case of a patient, an old lady
alleged to be incurable, whom for years
lie had been in the habit of attending
daily at a fee of one guinea. And the
new doctor was very honest, and by the
md of three months he had completely
ured the patient, and in consequence
was himself a ruined man.
THE CONVERTED EMBEZZLER.
There was once a Nonconformist
Minister (he shall remain incognito)
.vhose stipend was derived in large
neasure from the pew-rents. And he
ind a man-of-all-work who cleaned
lis knives and boots and looked after
his biilb^;. And one day this man
embez/lcd two spoons and a fork, tho
property of his master. And this
came to the knowledge of the Non-
conformist Minister, who spoke to him
as man to man upon tho vice of petty
larceny, and then, having a very kind
heart, forgave him. And this treat-
ment had so softening an effect upon
the character of the man-of-all-work
that lie adopted a religious life and
began to preach in tho open air. And
his favourite spot for preaching wa, on
a common adjacent to his master's
tabernacle. And so popular and per-
suasive was his manner of preaching
that he quickly drew away tho regular
congregation whose pew-rents supported
the pastor. And when I last heard of
the reverend gentleman he was in sore
plight, and talked of entering Parlia-
ment for the sake of the salary.
O. S.
WHAT'S IN A NAME?
I SAID to myself in a confident tone : —
" The lady I marry (and keep)
Must not be distinguished by beauty
alone,
For beauty is only skin deep.
I know I should tire of a doll in a day:
For something more lasting I '11 look."
And then in my usual provident way
I married Amelia Cook.
Deceived by her name, I imagined the
girl
My passion would duly requite
By making my days one continuous
whirl
Of epicurean delight.
By way of a dowry I begged her to bring
A copy of Beeton, her book.
Oh ! I thought I was doing a sensible
thing
In wedding Amelia Cook.
Alas for those glorious visions of mine
I find that the lady can show
No shadow of skill in the cookery line,
No deftness in dealing with dough.
My high expectations are knocked on
the head ;
Dyspepsia 's come to supplant
The hopes that I cherished the day
that I wed
Amelia Cook; for she can't.
From an interview in The Duily
Dispatch : —
"This subtle proposal of orchestral con-
certs for tho poor is but tli3 thin, edge of
tho wedge to gradually freeze out tho IHW
irganisation with the assistance of the rate-
piyers' money."
We should have described it as the
thin end of a red herring drawn across
the path.
PUNCH, OR THE LONDON CJIAKI VAHI.— NOVKMBKR 5, 1913.
IN THE MULTITUDE OF COUNSELLORS-
JOHN BULL. "AH! NOW I OUGHT TO KNOW WHERE I AM."
NOVKMKKU 5, 1913.] PUNCH, oil T1IH LONDON CHARIVARI.
383
• —v V *
•" -'•-. -'
:
"I SAY, MADDICK, TOO AND JENKINS HAVE COT A FAIR WALK-OVER is THE FOURSOMES THIS AFTERNOON."
"MY DEAR FELLOW, IT *S A THOUSAND TO ONE AOAINST US. WHEN I PUT HIM ON THE QREE5J HE PUTTS ME OFF AGAIN."
THE NEW WAY WITH
LANDLORDS.
(By a Labouring Man.)
MY landlord had sent me a neat little
document, " To quarter's rent due
September 29th— £12 10s. Od." He is
a trifle too punctual in these little atten-
tions. Now were I landlord I should
occasionally show sympathy with my
tenants by forgetting a quarter-day. I
know that I could easily forget quarter-
days. I give you my solemn word of
honour that were it not for these little
reminders I should not know a quarter-
day from an ordinary day.
Generally I send the man a cheque,
and at the same time put up a petition
that the bank-manager may be in a
kindly frame of mind when it is paid in.
This time (after Bedford and Swindon) I
merely sent him a note asking him to call.
He came in-with the genial smile of
one who is (or imagines ha is) about to
draw money and shook hands quite
affably. Then ho produced a fountain-
pen and began to scribble a receipt.
" Wait one moment," I said. " I
think you will admit that England's
chief glory is her literature."
"Yes, yes," l»e replied, prematurely
producing a stamp,
" At present," I continued, "literature
is in a depressed condition. Foreign
competition is telling. Inferior pro-
ducts from the Isle of Man have
glutted the market. Besides, the
weather this summer has been un-
favourable to literary production. It is
impossible to work on fine golfing days.
Now you will admit that the foundation
of literature is the dwelling-house ? "
" Yes," he answered, and courageously
licked his stamp.
" It stands to reason. The house is
a prime necessity. One must have a
house as a place for the return of manu-
scripts. You couldn't expect the
postman to deliver them to a field or a
golf-links, could you? "
" No," he said dubiously.
" I am glad you follow me. You will
perhaps further agree with me that any
financial shortage caused by literary
depression must be transferred to you.
I propose to deduct for that at the
rate of £25 per annum, or £6 5s. Od.
for the quarter. Now comes the im-
portant question of the living wage."
He stared blankly at me.
" At all events the depandants on
literature are entitled to a living wage.
Without the services of my cook I
should starve. The production of litera-
ture would cease. She demands an
advance of 10s. a month, and the house-
maid requires a sympathetic advance.
That means, between the two of them,
£3 for the quarter. This, of course,
must also be passed on to you."
" Why ? " he asked feebly.
" Because you are the landlord. But
I am forgetting the great question of
the housing of the literary classes. Am
I to work in a chilled, cold, miserable
condition? Is my intelligence to be
numbed by unfavourable conditions?"
The landlord looked at me as if it was
his intelligence that was being numbed.
" Therefore," I concluded emphatically,
" I deduct £3 10s. Od., the cost of the
new gas-stove for my writing-room.
Now if you will kindly hand me that
receipt you have so thoughtfully pre-
pared and the small sum of five shillings
we shall be square."
And then, I deplore to relate, the
landlord, who is a Vice-President of a
Liberal Association, used disgusting
language about putting the bailiffs in.
" Evict me ? " I cried. Evict me be-
cause I am a follower of LLOYD GEOBOE?
The Commissioners will never tolerate an
eviction for political reasons. This, Sir,
is free England." And I showed him out.
" Is Pike's Peak sinking? The latest Gov-
ernment survey, just announced, says the
altitude of that famous peak is only 14,109,079
feet above sea level." — Toronto Mail.
However, it is still higher than Consti-
tution Hill.
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THE CURE.
The usual buzzing, and now and then [
a voice or two, detached as the cries of |
Tin: fame of any discovery that can j migrating birds at night, and then i
H> move depression of spirits is surely heard the tailor approach and pickup
worth spreading. Nothing but that the receiver.
Miff led to the composition of this, "Who arc you?"
article, fur 1 am under no illusion as to I told him I was Murray and Co.
the interest of my personality. My "Mr. Stokes," he said, "has dealt
personality is dulness in essence, but I with us for fifteen years at least. He
did make a discovery. i is absolutely safe. You need have no
My name is Arthur Murcott Stokes' misgivings."
I am" thirty-seven, I am an architect in j "Thank you," I said, and returned
a modest way, and I live with my family ; to my chair vastly improved in health.
in a bouse" built by another on the ; I was a gentleman to my tailor, which
Parling Estate at Eaynes Park,
ofiice is in London. I pay my way
My is the next best thing to being a hero
to one's valet. I was conscious of
___________ __
The other afternoon "i was" at home something gently relaxing like a smile
with that detestable affliction, the first j passing over my face.
cold of the season — a slight cold only | it was so unusual.
in itself but the cause -
of dark forebodings for
the dreary months to
come. My family were
out and I sat and
shivered- in my study
and saw nothing but
calamity ahead. In
addition to the cold, I
had just failed to get
a commission, a specu-
lation had gone wrong,
the library had sent me
a novel with forty-
eight of the most im-
portant pages omitted
by a fool of a binder,
and I had lost my
temper at lunch without
sufficient reason. I was
now sorry for it. J
need hardly say that
my mood was black
It almost hurt,
and hopeless.
After indulging
it
" Thank you,'4 1 said, and meant it.
I returned to my chair and simmered
in rectitude.
This is fine, I thought, and not only
fine but tonic too. I must have some
more of this. PINEHO was right when
he prescribed " Praise, praise, praise ! "
I then ventured upon a real risk. I
rang up a rather testy client of my own,
for whom I had recently completed a
house, not without tears.
" Is that Mr. Forrester? " I asked.
" Ye3, it is," was the rather grumpy
answer.
"Excuse my troubling you," I said,
" but I am Mr. Cole, and I have been
advised to go to an architect named
Stokes for a house. I understand that
lie has just built one for you. Can you
recommend him? "
There was a terrible
silence for a moment.
"Yes," said Mr.
Forrester,"! can. Of
course no architect does
exactly what you want,
but I should call him
good and thoroughly
reasonable, and also a
very pleasant man to
deal with."
I returned to my
chair a sunny optimist,
and, when my wife and
children came home, I
at onceproposed a game
of " Demon Patience,"
which never fails to
amuse and excite us.
while I suddenly i
A GLIMPSE OF THE UNDER-WORLD.
Maid (in hoarse whisper). " Excess ME, MUM : COOK BES SHE 's VEBY SOKBY
BUT SHE 'B TBOD ON THE PUDDING."
realised that at any cost I must pull | But suppose that was the only good
myself together or it would get the i character I could collect, I thought
upper hand ; but the question was, I suddenly, and hastened to test this
how to do it? I was so far gone in j dread by ringing up another firm.
pessimism that only from without could j This time I chose the solicitors who
any succour come ; and how to get that ? i had done little things for me.
In a flash an idea entered my mind i " Messrs. Spalding speaking," I said.
and I acted without a moment's hesi- , " Can you put me on to one of the
tation. If only I could collect some : partners ? "
disinterested and favourable opinions 1 I was put on.
of myself from the world at large they " I am Messrs. Spalding," I said, " and
would flatter me back to serenity and j I understand from Mr. Arthur Murcott
nope; that was the notion, and I reached Stokes that you know him well in
for the telephone book and looked up a ; business. Can you tell me anything
ilor with whom I have dealt for some about him ? "
I asked to be put on to him.) "Who are you?" asked the cautious
In course of time I got his number.
Hullo," his clerk said.
" Hullo," ~
lawyer.
We have a number of flats in the
••.
replied. " I am Murray j West End," I said, with extraordinary
' ' ' .?.-*...
and Co., solicitors. We want to know
anything you can tell us about a cus-
tomer of yours who has given you as a
reference, Mr. Arthur Murcott Stokes.
.; " Hold the line." said t-.hn nWL-
quickness, "and Mr. Stokes wants to
rent one."
"Oh," said the lawyer. "That will
the best dramas
Theatrical Candour.
From an Indian
poster : —
"Shakespeare's one of
King John ' will be per-
formed by this company to-night for the last
time, at the repeated request of the public."
" Two tenders were received, the Clerk now
reported, and that of Mr. — , of Axminster,
whs offered to supply and fix the required
number of hammocks at £19 2s. 6d. each, was
accepted. — Dr. Wood was rather curious as to
whether the hammocks were cheaper than
new beds." — Pulman's Weekly News.
In our opinion Dr. WOOD'S curiosity
was justified.
" The programme, which will last an hour,
includes studies of fish life, the Manchester
Ship Canal, the making of silk hats, the fly?
pest, Turkestan and its inhabitants, the
cocoa industry, the ant and the grosshopper
(humorous), a day in the Paris Zoo, and
scenes in Trichinopoly."
It is annoying, -when one Is just pre-
paring to be hun^orous about the
misprint of " grosshopper " for " grass-
TT jj ,, ,. uuun.cs. uu an ritmt. XOU need no,"
thelme, ' said the clerk. j A most exemplary person."
be all right. You need have no fears. ! hopper," to learn that the printer is
I being funny on purpose.
NOVEMBER 5. 1913.] PUNCH, OR THE LONDON CHARIVARI.
385
Caretaker (showing tourist round old castle). " S-S-S-H— GO QUIETLY, SIB; THIS is THE "AUNTED CHAMBEB OP ' BLOODY KUPUS'-
I GOT AN OLD 'EN INSIDE A-SETTIN' ON SIXTEEN EGOS, AN* I DON'T WANT 'KB DISTURBED. "
SALVE ATQUE VALE.
(To an unknotvn plantigrade; a threnody inspired by the
necessity o/ parting at last with a long -cherished
shaving-brush, and also by the panegyric upon the
noblest o/ our British fauna published a few weeks
ago in the pages of " Mr. Punch.")
SHALL I pour water on it from the geyser,
Badger, on this that was a part of thee ?
Or strew soft shaving-papers silently,
Or scatter old blades from my safety razor
Such as some Western pirate loves to fix
Up in green envelopes at two-and-six ?
Or wouldst thou rather, as in life before,
Beechmast and eggs or what of other meat
(Ere commerce cleft thy hide and made it sweet)
Fed thee in that dark cavern thou didst bore,
Scooped by those inturned feet ?
For sometimes thee the vegetable courses
Allured, that blossom in our underwoods,
And sometimes thou wouldst pluck from shelly hoods
The snail (this fact my gardener endorses),
And sometimes eat young birds. Ah, who can tell
Thy loves, thy dim carousals, guarded well ?
Not I, for one. But this much I have built on,
That always in those huntings thou wouldst wear
A most prodigious mat of piebald hair,
Also an odour like a too-ripe Stilton,
Eacy and rich and rare.
Ah yes, in thine old rooting season, badger,
Dinners thou hadst no human eye could scan,
Part murderous and part fruitarian,
And times when hunger made of thee a cadger
. t For alien cast-off food. Thou wast not nice,
But Death absolved these things and, strewing spice,
Made toilet apparatus of thy mop.
,-. » J And now less high, and now with no demur,
Far other now than when the yelping cur
Bayed thee, I purchased at a chemist's shop
This tuft of votive fur.
And stout has been its service. Oft and often
For toil half over (ere the steel cut in),
For fangless bristles that embraced my chin
With amorous claspings and with suds that soften
And make the beard more kindly, I have poured
Libation to thy soul, thou beast adored,
Who moist'nest hard lips with the hair that tames !
There sprout no hairs like those the badger keeps
To curb men's stubble when the daylight peeps,
Lest their saluted consorts whimper, " James ! "
Whilst the wet tea-urn weeps.
And now the thing moults. I must buy another.
Yet for the sake of many a happy morn
I praise the dumb friend out of whom 'twas torn ;
And none of what wild kisses went to smother
The unprofitable harvest of the night
Shall fade from my remembrance. Gentle sprite.
More fair than skunk or chipmunk or opossum,
See where upon the bonfire's heart I hurl,
Not garlandless, thy gift, but paste of pearl
Mingle, and souse with odorous lather-blossom
For the last time thy curl. EVOE.
" Here is admirable humour for we Southerners to read, but what
will they say in the Highlands?" — C. K. S. in " The Sphere."
" Us," we hope.
3SG
ITNVir, Oil Till-: LONDON' rilARIVAKI. JNOVKM..KB r,,
THE AUTOBIOGRAPHY OF JOHN UPJOHN.
Tin-: LATKST LiTi-.iiAHY SKXSATIOX.
John Upjohn is not a Frenchman.
Tcr tho despair of MAIUI: CLAIKK,
ANTONIX i)i>sin(Hi: and others as yet
undiscovered he is a mere Englishman.
1 will admit that it took me a dickens
of a time to find him. The hlue eyes
were the difficulty — that and the shy-
ness. I found plenty of them in humble
:<>ns who could write; in fact the
difficulty would have been to find any-
one who could write occupying anything
but a humble position. But they would
haV8 looked all wrong in the photo-
graphs arid would almost certainly have
come to London, smoked cigarettes and
visited picture palaces, if I had made
them famous, instead of remaining
meekly at the forge or the plough or
tho wood-chopper.
I found John in Blankshire. It is
necessary thus to disguise the name
of tho .county that John may not be
bothered by reporters. I am deter-
mined that he shall not be lionized,
for when spoken to he always runs.
When I brought him up to see his
publisher (also mine) to discuss terms,
we had to lock the door of the room to
keep him with us. Even then he spent
the whole time butting at the panels.
That night, so pleased was he to be
back in Blankshire, he slept with the
plough in his arms.
Yes, John Upjohn works on a farm.
A farm — hayricks, rabbits, poultry,
midges, wasps, nightingales, sheep,
cows, cider and all that. It is an
amazing thing. No wonder they sneer
at me at my club when I tell them. I
often tell them. Those whom I have
taken the most pains with are the most
obstinate. One friend of mine not only
refuses to believe in John Upjohn but
refuses to believe there is such a thing
as a farm. This is absurd. There are
farms. Just as there are suns and
moons and stars. But I am afraid I
am falling into John Upjohn's style.
Let me tell you something of his life.
He rises at three, washes the sheep at
four, bathes the hens at five, hard-boils
the eggs at six, breakfasts on hay and
oil-cake at seven, brews cider at eight,
grows hops at nine, sings ragtime to
the bees at ten, shoots starlings off the
fruit-trees at eleven, digs potatoes at
twelve. His afternoons are much the
same, save that the horses, pigs and
cows are washed instead of the sheep.
But you know the routine. When
nothing else occurs to him, he ploughs
-and then does some more ploughing.
What first prompted him to write
would be difficult to explain. Perhaps
t was because his master, the farmer,
owned books. The one under the short
leg of the kitchen table was called
Select Female Bioijnipliicx, and the one
they tore papers out of for spills was
A Guide to Conchology. Seeing these
about must have fired his ambition.
At first he contented himself with
mere mural monographs. The earliest
of these is in the hop oast and has
been glazed over and photographed. It
reads " Pie .Powder and Proper Pride,
Scissorwitch and Cambridgeshire." It
shows a taste for alliteration but has no
other literary value. Genius had hardly
rumbled then.
At the age of twenty-five we find him
writing in a memorandum-book. On
the one side lie would enter his wages,
which were two shillings per week.
On the other he would record the
expenditure. Thus : —
£ s. d. £ ». il.
Erncd . . ..020 Lorst . . 013 G
Cairv forward 0 1'2 G
Totcl . . 0 13 G
There is a mistake here, as you will
discover by adding the items in the
first columns. Six and nothing are six.
Ho has tho pence right. But twelve
and two are fourteen. He has thirteen.
Thirteen from fourteen is one. So that
he is one out. W7e who are educated
may sneer, but you must remember that
I his simple fellow was never at Eton or
St. John's, Leather-head, and to get only
one out when your education has been
confined to five or six years at a parish
school is no mean achievement.
Later in life we find something more
than a mere record of financial opera-
tions in this well-thumbed book. Some
of the entries are almost diaristic. For
example: —
" Went for boss with hedge hook and
got larnd."
At first sight it would seem that
John, annoyed with his employer, had
attacked him with a hedgehog. But it
does not do to entirely mistrust (John
would say mistrust entirely) the young
genius's spelling. 'Enquiries extending
over several weeks revealed the fact
that in John's neighbourhood there is
such a thing as a hedge hook. It is a
long weapon used for trimming hedges,
and John, in his naif way, had no
doubt planned to behead his employer
with it.
It was not till he reached the age of
thirty that lie attempted a connected
narrative. This took the shape of a
letter to a village tailor : —
DEAR Sin, — When will my cloathes
be reddy ? I reckon our side ought to
win Saturday.
Yours truly, JOHN UPJOHN.
You note the reticence, the domes-
ticity, the simple touch of the thing.
Well, the book is all like that. Just
simple. When you have read it you
will feel like eating grass and n:co ng
like " a grave, kind cow." You will
feel uplifted, stop the cat's fish, cut
down the housekeeping and go and seo
Diplomacy.
Anyway you can't help being better.
The price will be only three shillings
and sixpence (including my preface and
a full-length photograph of mo and
John), and the publishers are, of course,
Messrs. Bilge and Bluff.
THE FAME OF CHARLOTTE.
WHO Charlotte was we may not know.
We meet her in the pleasant ways
Of an old book of long ago,
A memoir of the Georgian days,
Of courts and coaches, routs and
plays ;
And, postscript to a lady's letter,
We find the simple, touching plinise,
"Poor Charlotte's chilblains are no
better."
It sweetly comes across the years
Like some old simple song and
quaint
Borne softly to our jangled ears
Fragrant and fresh, and ah, how
faint.
Yet all who lack tho modern tain j
Of hard and callous thought, will
quicken
In sympathy with that complain1;
By which poor Charlotte's feet w< TO
stricken.
A shadow of a gentle name,
She passes, never to return ;
Her maiden age, her slender fame,
We find not, howsoe'er we yearn.
Only she had — 'tis all we learn —
Two loyal friends (of good position)
Who showed a mutual concern
About their Charlotte's sad condition.
No doubt she mildly lived and died,
A grey-toned lady, fair and sweet,
Much honoured by the countryside,
Precise in all her ways and neat ;
She shunned the cold, and loved the
heat;
And, by the customs of Society,
Held all light comments on her feet
An act of grossest impropriety.
0 irony of vain repute !
O bitter fame that makes a slave
Of him who starts the long pursuit,
Nor wins the goal for which men
crave.
Full many a gallant heart and brave
Has missed the crown for which he
lusted ;
While Charlotte in her gentle grave
Learns her. renown, and turns disr
gusted. DUM-DUM.
NOVEMBER 5. 1913.] PUNCH, OR TUP] LONDON CHARIVARI. 387
SPORT FOR THE PEOPLE.
fAs a sot-oft to Mr. T.r.ovi) f!i: >r. m't r,;iinl Campaign it is proposal to propitiate the masses by encouraging them to participate :n
tlic sports of the classes. j
HAPPY SATURDAY AFTERNOOXS WITH rox-nousns is AK UMAX
Bl-MOSTHLY JOY-DAYS AMOXO THE PHEASANTS.
388
PUNCH, OR THE LONDON CHARIVARI.
[NOVEMBER 5, 1913.
-AT. SM
Old Sportsman (escaping out of danger zone). " WHEN I BUBSCUIBED TO IHB OLYMPIC GAMES TALENT FUND I EXPECTED OTHKU
PEOPLE TO DO THIS SOBT OF THING FOR ME." -
HOW GENIUS WORKS.
THE great vespertinal publicist, Mr.
FILSON YOUNG, has been combating the
notion that the excellence of literary
work varies in a direct ratio with the
clearness of the atmosphere. With
him fine weather engenders idleness,
while in foul weather he can settle
down contentedly to the assiduous com-
position of his most illuminating italici-
sations. This momentous revelation
of the mentality of a great writer has
suggested a comparison of the methods
of other eminent luminaries of the lite-
rary firmament.
Mr. GALSWORTHY finds the creative
impulse most active in sleet or heavy
rain. As a preparation for composition
he finds nothing so stimulating as to
be towed slowly in a bath-chair round
Wormwood Scrubbs prison on a moist
November afternoon.
Mr. ARNOLD BENNETT, while claiming
to be impervious to the weather, admits
that the quality of his work varies con-
siderably with the conditions and the
place in which it is composed. The
ideal spot for creative work he finds to
be in the crow's-nest of his yacht, from
which he dictates through a tube to a
typist located in the saloon. This
position, he finds, gives him a sense of
detachment and exaltation which is
indispensable to the artist. When,
however, the scene is laid in the Five
Towns, he prefers to potter about his
garden, with his amanuensis within
earshot but concealed behind the shrub-
beries.
Mr. EGBERT HICHENS, unlike Mr.
FILSON YOUNG, is never so fertile in
ideas as under the blazing sun of North
Africa. Much, however, depends on
costume, his favourite attire being an
Arab jibbah, with a green turban, and
sandals of cream-laid crocodile skin.
One of the great advantages of writing
in the desert, he points out, is that you
never require any blotting-paper. For
emotional passages he finds the gait of
the camel, or, better still, the dromedary,
peculiarly stimulating.
Mr. ALGERNON ASHTON, recalling
SWIFT'S genial remark that the happi-
est faces were to be seen in mourning
coaches, observes that the constant
contemplation of the emblems of our
mortality is the best antiseptic to pes-
simism. The germs of some of 1m
best letters and his most hilarious
musical compositions have come to
him in churchyards. As he puts it : —
"When my mood is propitious to joking,
When my temper is blithe and serene,
I hie me instanter to Woking,
Or Kensal's funereal Green."
Contrariwise, the spectacle of a harle-
quinade always acts upon him as a
"depressant." Indeed, it was while wit-
nessing a pantomime at Drury Lane that
he began the composition of his famous
crematorio, "The World in Ashes."
"The tubgoat Volunteer tried to render
assistance, but ran against the Hero's
propeller." — Yorkshire Evening Post.
Our own pet tubgoat Algernon would
not have butted in so impulsively.
" SIR, — fte Mr. Fortune's letter in your
last week's issue, surely it is well known that
the apparent increase in the size of both the
sun and moon is due to the greater density
of the atmosphere through which they are
seen when nearer to the horizon. Not on
account of their apparent proximity to ' trees,
hay-stacks, houses, &c.' — I am, Sir, &c.,
MATEI.CT."
This letter in The Spectator is headed —
a little subtly, we think — " High
Pheasants."
PUNCH, OR THE LONDON CHARIVARI.— NOVEMBER 5, 1913.
AS THEY TAKE IT.
SCENE — A forest with deer. Duke: Duke of SUTHERLAND.
FIRST LORD (referring to tlte moralising of Jaqttes).
"THUS MOST INVECTIVELY HE PIEBCETH THROUGH
THE BODY OP THE COUNTRY, CITY, COURT,
iYEA, AND OF THIS OUR LIFE, SWEARING THAT WE
ARE MERE USURPERS, TYRANTS. . . ."
First Lord : Lord LANSDOWNE. Jaqufs : Mr. LLOVD GEORGE.
DtJKK- "SHOW ME THE PLACE;
I LOVE TO COPE HIM IN THESE SULLEN FITS,
FOR THEN HE'S FULL OF MATTER."
4s Yon LIKE IT, Act II., Scene 1.
NOVKMHKU
6,
1913.]
PUNCH,
OR
THE
LONDON
CHARIVARI.
391
(who has come to grief over an Irish bmk). " I THINK I 'VE CUT ONE OF MY KNEES."
Young Farmer. " St'RE, WHAT OF uxl IT'LL NIVER TAKE A HAPENNY OFF YER PRICE."
BY THE LEFT.
As a rule, I am not in any way
nervous, particularly with people 1 have
known for some time. And yet, as 1
sat with Daphne in her drawing-room,
my heart undoubtedly fluttered. And
I wasn't smoking.
Daphne was contemplating the palm
of her hand.
"Cut yourself?" I asked. She
smiled in rather a lofty manner.
" I 've had my hand told," she said.
" Reallv. I 've had my hair cut."
There was a short silenca. I started
a third piece of something.
" She was wonderful," Daphne mur-
mured.
This time my smile was lofty. " I
know, "I said. "Strong will. Generous.
Artistic. Not without ambition. Per-
haps a little too soft-hearted ... I
could have said all that."
" Yes," said Daphne, " but then you
know me."
"Did she go into the future?" I
enquired.
Daphne nodded. " Yes. She made
mo think."
" A very remarkable achievement. I
suppose you 're going to marry ? "
" Rather. He 's very good-looking."
" Da — sh ! " I exclaimed ; and not
without good reason. When a man
is just about to propose to a girl, it is
hardly encouraging to learn that she
will marry somebody good-looking —
that is to say, if the man is myself.
Daphne looked at me doubtfully.
"Would you like to hear it all?"
she asked. I nodded resignedly. " You
are a dear. Well, I 'm going to marry
very soon. He's tall, good-looking,
and has plenty of money. We shall be
very happy at first."
" And at second ? "
" She didn't say. He 's got dark
hair."
I sighed. " I could manage dark
hair," I said. "Dye's cheap enough.
It's the tall, good-looking part that's
worrying me. Besides, lie's sure to
have no brains."
Daphne laughed quietly. " Don't be
silly. Of course it isn't you. She
taught me a lot," she added. " I
believe I could tell your hand."
"Oh, do!" I exclaimed. I removed
it from the cake-stand and held it out
to her.
Daphne patted it thoughtfully.
" You "re honest."
" Ha ! and sober and willing? "
"Don't interrupt. Obstinate."
I coughed. "Quite so; but what
about the future? "
Daphne looked thoughtful. " Oh, of
course," she said. " 1 want your left
hand for that." I passed it across.
" Your right hand is what you are,
your left hand is what you make your-
self," she explained.
" But suppose you "re ambidextrous ?
And besides I 've no desire to compete
with Providence."
" Oh, well, if you think you 're boyond
improvement —
" Not at all," I objected with quick
modesty.
Daphne stroked my left hand.
" You 're going to marry," she said.
" No, thank you."
" You are."
" Never," I insisted,
going to marry a tall,
ing man with plenty of money, I'm
not."
" Of course not. How could you ? "
" I mean, if I don't marry you, I
don't marry at all." 1 spoke in quite a
serious tone.
Daphne released my hand. " You
are," she said, and resumed a study of
her right pain). " Tall and good-look-
ing," she murmured sadly.
I leant forward. " Daphne, dear," I
asked, " are you really keen on tall
good-looking men ? "
" Not a bit."
'If you 're
good-look-
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PUNCH, OR THE LONDON CHARIVARI. [NOVEMBER 5, 1913.
"Would you like me with my hair
dved ? "
"N-no."
"Then, dash it, why worry about
what this woman said? "
" But slio 's marvellous, Billy. She 's
never wrong."
I sighed. Daphne looked at her hand
and sighed also. Suddenly I sat up.
" You 're looking at your right hand,
Daphne."
" Yes ; that 's where he is."
" Hooray ! " I exclaimed. " Then he
doesn't count. Your left hand is what
you make yourself. Let me see your
left."
I looked at it carefully.
"Yes," I said, "there's certainly
something there. I don't think he 's
tall or good-looking. But such brains,
and, oh ! such loyalty."
1 dived into my pocket.
" Yes," I said, " your left hand is
what you make yourself," and I slipped
the ring on to the proper finger.
WHAT MUSIC MEANS.
SPEAKING of " the musical side " of the
production of his new opera, Joan of
Arc, to a representative of The Daily
Chronicle Mr. RAYMOND R6zE declared
himself very satisfied with the cast.
" My prima donna, by the way, is an
expert horsewoman, in fact she has often
broken in horses, so that she will be
quite at home in the saddle when she
rides on to the stage. Horses, I may
say, are used in several scenes of the
opera."
Mr. RAYMOND R6zK's very proper
insistence on the possession of athletic
and sporting qualities as essential to the
success of the purely "musical side" of
hisoperahas been very well recsived in all
quarters. It is understood that a famous
jockey has approached Mr. RAYMOND
R6zE with a view to his writing an
opera on the subject of MAZEPPA, in
which he should be entrusted with the
title r6le. The jockey — who does not
wish his name to appear for the
present — has no musical ear and prac-
tically no voice (thus differing widely
from Mr. RGzrc's prima donna], but, as
he points out, in such a part a mastery
of the art of equitation is far more
important than mere vocal fluency.
Besides, the part could easily be sung
" off " by a substitute, just as Sir
HEBBERT TREE is able vicariously to
perform prodigies of musical valour on
the violin, or indeed any instrument.
Hardly less interesting is the pro-
position which has been made to
Mr. HARRY HIGGINS of the Opera
Syndicate by a retired engine-driver
who for many years drove the express
from Paddington to Exeter. The veteran,
a man of fine physique, with a flowing
beard, on learning that Mr. UIGGINS in-
tended to revive The Flying Dutchman,
intimated his readiness to undertake the
principal role for 'a suitable remunera-
tion. On being informed, however, that
the hero was not an engine-driver but
a sailor, the old man expressed his
opinion of WAGNER with more vigour
than politeness.
On the other hand, Mr. HIGGINS has
favourably considered the application
of eight young ladies, who have re-
03ntly obtained their pilot's certificate
at Brooklands, to take part in the last
Act of Die Walkiire on hippo-aero-
planes. Though their musical educa-
tion has hitherto been entirely neglected,
HISTORIC GOLF.
JOAN OF ABO PLAYS A LONG SHOT ODT OF
THE HODGH. — With apologies to tlie pictorial
advertisement of Mr. Raymond R6ze's Opera.
it is confidently expected that in a very
few weeks they will be able to sing the
roles of Briinnhilde and her attendants
in a thoroughly competent manner.
" He walked along the sloping wooden pro-
jection that is used as a landing stage for
pleasure skiffs, walked until the water splashed
over him. Then he dived into the boiling
serf." — Novel Magazine.
Serf (boiling ivith indignation). " Now-
then, Sir, look out where you're
coming."
" Wanted, at a factory, sixteen Girls to sew
buttons on the sixth floor."
Aberdeen Evening Express,
What we want to know is, how is the
fifth floor supported ?
"SEVEN KINGS REVOLT AGAINST ILFORD."
Daily Chronicle.
The modern " Seven Against Thebes " ?
THE EDITORIAL ADVERTISE-
MENT SCANDAL.
WE are glad to observe that the bare
suggestion that any British journal
could bo psrsuaded to publish adver-
tisements in the form of news or
Editorial comment has been received by
our Press with a universal cry of horror
and indignation. In this connection a
Society paper would like us to state
that the following passages, about to
appear in its pages as news or comments,
are the honest expression of Editorial
conviction, uttered for the good of the
reading public ; and that, if it should
happen that the same issue contains
paid advertisements of the firms there
referred to, this is just one of those
strange coincidences which cannot be
accounted for.
" A CHARMING RESTAURANT.
All the world lunches and dines at
the Reclame in Old Sinister Street ; yot
so excellent a restaurant should surely
he more widely known. I have patro-
nised every restaurant in tlio Eastern
Hemisphere (writes our junior reporter),
but I can truly say that the Reclame
stands alone. Its generous proprietor,
the ever-courteous Monsieur Pousse,
provides a marvellous eighteenpenny
table d'hote. No wonder the success
of his enterprise is colossal, and such
famous men as Lord EOSEBERY, Mr.
EUSTACE MILES, Mr. HENHY CHAPLIN,
Earl STENCER, and Mr. WILL CROOKS,
M.P., have been seen not a thousand
miles away from Old Sinister Street
when the hour for dining approaches.
Lucky indeed would be the individual
whom the gods permitted to have a
share in the well-deserved profits that
Monsieur Pousse is making."
'•ANSWERS TO CORRESPONDENTS.
Mabel. — Yes, you should certainly
be careful as to the kind of food you
give him. But, for my part (and I
speak for myself alone), 1 should try
Subtractipose, which I believe can be
obtained from 1778a, Cosmetic Cham-
bers, Old Regent Street, W. This
worked wonders for me ; and after three
doses concealed in his soup I think you
need have no further fears of possessing
the fattest husband in Surrey."
"NEW YORK, Oct. 27.
" Miss Katherine Elkins, whose engagement
to the Duke of the Abruzzi has been so fre-
quently announced, was married at her homo
in West Virginia to Mr. Billy P. Hitt."
One time the semi-royal name of
ELKINS
Resounded through a lot of different
welkins ;
Glory came first ; joy follows after it ;
Miss missed her Princeling, but has
hit her HITT.
NOVKMHEU 5, iui3.] PUNCH, OR THE LONDON CHARIVARI. 333
TRAGEDY IN "NUT"-LAND.
"NCT" DISCOVEP.S SPECK ON SHIIIT-FIIONT— FE.VKS MUD. ExPEBT OPINION', IN SHAPE OP C:tCSSING-S\YEEPEB, DECLABES
UNDOUBTEDLY TO BE MUD. COLLAPSE OP "NUT."
HINTS ON SELECTING
BOWLER
; Curly-brim (or balcony), the Flat-roofed
I (very nutty this one for country week-
; ends), tbe No-brim (to speak of), the
THE straw hat lias run its course for ' Skyscraper, and the One-storeyed or
1913, and if not too sunburnt and i Bungalow type.
battered for future use has retired to \ If you are foolish or weak enough to
winter quarters. But there is really no ( be guided by the Vendor, you will
close season, no " on and off " licence, ' probably leave the place wearing a sort
for the bowler in this country. One • of pent-house that will ba the butt of
hould always be included in a gentle-
man's repertoire, and the choosing of it
is a serious matter not to be lightly
undertaken.
The offices
of some of the firms
devoting themselves to the planning
and erection of bowlers are plain of
exterior ; others are ornate and the
windows decorated with full- size models
rearing such legends as : —
THE LATEST.
NEWEST SHAPE.
As WORN.
| STYLISH. |
On entering the establishment you
>refer, you will probably be approached
>y the Vendor or his agent, who, on
rour requirements iras to price and
accommodation being made known, will
it once bring forward cases containing
>owlers of all sizes and designs, the
your friends and acquaintances, or one
of last season's designs that did not
"get off."
But, if you are a knowing buyer,
on seeing a likely, serviceable-looking
edifice, you will say, " Please allow me
a few moments alone with this one."
Once by your two selves, act with
firmness and decision. After pressing
down or drawing in as well as you can
your cranial excrescences, place the hat
carefully on your head, on whatever (
part you prefer to wear it, but don't be '
satisfied merely because you think you '
look well in it. After observing the :
effect of it from every point of view,
remove the hat and inspect it carefully
from basement to roof. Turn down
the leather skirting inside and examine
the structure on which the dome is
supported. Make sure that the two
are properly welded together. Pass
your hand over the fan vaulting of
satin in search of flaws, and read
carefully the inscription on the ceiling.
Test the acoustic properties and see
that the proper means of ventilation
have been provided. Your hair will
strongly resent a stuffy, ill-ventilated
hat, and may show a desire to leave
before the lease is up.
When you have thoroughly investi-
gated the interior of the premises turn
your attention to the exterior.
Examine the ribbon decoration
running round the building just above
the balcony. This should be of the
best ribbed silk, and the bow should be
well and truly laid against the left wall,
not at the back. Note any careless
workmanship with a view to a possible
reduction in the price.
Last of all, administer a few blows to
the crown. If dust flies out you know
that the structure is old and insanitary.
Should dents or cracks appear in the
roof or walls, rejoin the Vendor at once,
mix the hat up amongst the others you
have rejected, and ask to see a few
more. Do not be discouraged. You
are pretty sure to find something suit-
able among tbe first hundred shown
you.
LONDON CHARIVARI.
[NOVEMBER 5, 1913.
"THE WITCH."
[An evening at the St. James' Theatre with
iiue of the gloom rubbed off.]
ACT I.
TIMK— The sixtmith century.
SCENE— The courtyard of Absolon
Beyer's house. Absolon's second
u-ij'e, Anne Pedeisdotter, is dis-
covered alone. Enter Martin. He
looks at Anne doubtfully.
Martin. Good morning. I— er— -is
Master Absolon in?
Anne, lie is out.
Martin. Oh! Er— are you— we—-
surely I 've seen you before somewhere ?
Anne. I don't think so. I am Anne
Pedersdotter.
Martin (puzzled]. I beg your pardon
— whose daughter ?
Anne. Anne Pedersdotter, wife
to Master Absolon.
Martin. Oh, I see! Why, then
you 're my stepmother ? I 'm
Martin.
Anne. Martin! I've heard
such a lot about you. You 're
just back from the University,
aren't you?
Martin (proudly}. Yes, I 'm
a B.A. now ; it has been a long
business — five years. And I
haven't seen my father all that
time. He mentioned in one of
his letters that he was marry-
ing again, but — (sadly) — I was
having a little trouble with my
Latin declensions just then, and
it slipped my memory. (He
goes closer to her.) But surely
we 've met somewhere ?
Anne. I don't think so.
Martin. Yes, now I 've got it.
Do you remember, fifteen years
some waits singing carols outside your
house? And a window was opened
and a little girl poured a jug of cold
water on them ? You were that little
girl — I remember you now. Ugh !
Anne (excitedly). And you were one
of the waits. I remember your voice.
You sang very badly.
Martin. I was only eleven.
Anne. And I was eight. Just fancy
— it '& quite a romance !
Enter Absolon.
Absolon. My boy ! My dear boy !
Martin. Father!
Absolon. So you're back from the
University — and with a degree ? What
a day this is! Mensa, mensa, mensam,
mensae, inensae, mensa.
Martin. Er — Amo, amas, amat
Absolon. How it brings back my
own University days! Hie, hacc, hoc,
hujus, huic — You must excuse us,
Anne, but when we University men
dictum.
turn.
your
Absolon. She used to summon people
before her, just by calling upon their
names. She had that wicked power.
Anne (eagerly). Is it hereditary?
Absolon. I hope not. (He kisses ilie
(Martin Icolis appeal! ngly at Anne.)
Anne. Oh, father, I've got amessag
for .vou, but Martin's coming put i
quite out of my head. You 're wanted | top of her head.) And now I must go
up on the common— they 're burning a < to bed. Good night. [Exit.
witch or something. They want you | Anne. I wonder. I think I 11 just
to bo there in case she confesses. I try . . . One, two, three— Martin
think that was it.
Absolon (getting iip). Well, well,
I suppose ,1. must go. I don't like to
leave you, Martin, my boy, but it 's not
for long. When I come back from this
little conflagration I shall have much
to talk to you about. Balbm acdijicat
murum Ubi cst Balbus ? Dear, dear,
how it all comes back. Ignis, igncin
. . . A witcli — 1 wonder who it is?
CURTAIN. [Exit.
A VERY GLOOMY PLAY.
Martin Mr. DENNIS NEILSON-TEHRY.
Anne Pedersdotter .. .. Miss LIIXAH MCCABTHY.
Absolon Beyer .. .. Mr. J. D. BEVEKIDGE.
ago,
get together
ACT II.
Inside the house. Evening.
Absolon (gloomily). Anne, Martin,
gather round me. I have a confession
to make. It 's about Anne's mother. . . .
Anne, your mother was a witch !
Anne. A what ?
Absolon. I said a witch. Five years
ago I discovered it. She had a daughter
living with her ; I loved that daughter.
It was my duty to deliver up the mother
and the child to be burnt. Instead.!
spared the mother and married the
daughter. Anne, Martin, can you for-
give me my sin ?
Anne. Was I the daughter ?
Absolon. Yes.
Anne. Then I forgive you.
Martin. I think you look at it rather
selfishly, Anne. It was very wrong ol
father. Father, I will retire and think
it over. Good night. [Exit.
Anne. Tell me more about my
Enter Martin.
Anne (excitedly). I am a witch! (She
turns to Martin and holds out her arms
to him. He falls into them.)
CURTAIN.
ACT III.
Another evening. As Absolon comes
in, Anne and Martin break au-ay
•from each other.
Absolon. I have been seeing the
doctor. He says my heart is
very weak, and any sudden
shock may kill me. Somehow
I have a sort of feeling that I
am going to die to-night.
Martin (quickly). Oh, don't
say that, father.
Anne (not quite so quickly).
N-no, don't say that.
Martin. Well, anyhow, I 'm
going to bed. Good night.
[Exit.
Anne.. Tell me more about
my mother. What other powers
had she?
Absolon. She could kill a per-
son by looking at him and say-
ing, "I wish you were deadj. "
Anne. Fancy ! (To lierself) I
wonder. I think I '11 just try
. . . Absolon, look at me. Now
listen — I love your son ; he loves
me. If you were dead I could
live with him. I wish you were
(Absolon dies.) Good heavens,
I 've done it again ! Martin !
Enter Martin. She falls into his arms.
CURTAIN.
dead.
Dico, dicere, dixi, \ mother. What did she do ?
ACT V
TIME — The Twentieth Century.
SCENE— The inside of a taxi-cab.
Wife. Ugh, what a play! I shal
dream horrible things to-night.
Husband. Powerful's hardly the word
You know, there are some people in thai
play with very nasty minds. 1 shouldn'
like to annoy Anne on a dark night . .
Jove, LILLAH MCCARTHY was good.
Wife. Wonderful. Too good. Oh
that last Act ! Why didn't you take mi
out at the end of the third one ?
Husband. Well, I wanted to see wha
happened after Absolon died . . .
say, look here, we can't go home lik<
this. Let 's go and have a cheery suppe
somewhere, just to buck us up.
CURTAIN. A. A. M.
NOVEMBER 5, 1913.]
PUNCH, OR THE LONDON CHARIVARI.
395
BALHAM FOLLOWS THE DUCAL LEAD.
Visitor (from town). "WHAT ON EARTH is HAPPENING?"
Hostess. "On, PUTTING THE LAND INTO CULTIVATION. ALL THE BEST PEOPLE ARE DOING IT.
TO AN OLD FRIEND.
MY DEAR OLD CHAP, — I simply can't help writing to
you. I want to tell you again how enormously I enjoyed
mooting you again this morning aftor all these years. Do
you know, I had almost forgotten your very name (your
fault, old man, for keeping yourself away from me), and
then, almost before I could think about it, there you were,
just the same clever, refined, abbreviated, sly fellow that
you used to be. That was, indeed, a meeting.
You wouldn't tell me where you had been or what had
been happening to you. Were you wise in that ? I should
have sympathised, you know. I should have~said to myself,
" Dear old Verb. Sap. Sat. has had bad luck. His gold mina
in South Africa has gone wrong, or they haven't been kind
to him in South America, or they wouldn't give him a job
in Uganda, and he 's had to retire from the glare of the
world and live a very quiet life. But now that he 's recovered
a bit and got out again wo must all be good to him and try
to make it up to him a bit." Something of that kind I
should havo said, and then I should have taken you to
The Cock and given you a braes of sausages on mashed
potatoes, and we should have wandered about Fleet Street
and tried to recall some of the old scenes and the old faces
from that past in which everybody knew you and far too
many used you for their own purposes. One old man with
a fishy eye and a very shiny frosk-coat did seem to recognise
you after we had parted. " There 's something about that
fellow," I heard him muttering, " that reminds me of old
Verb. Sap. Sat. But no, it can't be. He's dead long
ago." I could have enlightened him, but I judged it bolter
to hold my tongue.
It wasn't only Fleet Street that knew you in the happy
past. Peers quoted you ; solicitors mentioned you in their
letters. I have heard the Colonel of a cavalry regiment
boast of his acquaintance with you after mess, and all the
young subalterns were much impressed, declaring that the
old man knew a thing or two and it was no use trying to
get the better of him. But, of course, all that's over long
ago, and perhaps it 's foolish of me to remind you of it.
By the way, I wonder if you could tell me anything about
Quis Custodiet, another old friend of ours. I saw him last
a very long time ago sitting close to a magistrate who was
sentencing a policeman for an aggravated assault on a
costermonger, but since then I 've heard nothing oi him.
If you ever knock up against him remember me to him.
And now farewell. We may never meet again, but I
shall often think of you. .
Yours to a quote, A. TAGO.
"Belfast, Thursday.
" Aviator Dancourt, who skirted on Tuesday from Paris to fly to
Cairo, arrived hero to-day with passenger Koux. — Beuter."
Brighton Argus.
Aviator DANCOURT (to Passenger Roux) : Yes, it is a bit out
of the way, but I thought you 'd like to have Captain CHAIO
pointed out to you.
From an account of the sports of the Wiltshire Eegiment: —
" BBEVVEB'S CUP — won by A Coy. with 40J points."
An apparent misprint for " pints."
306
PUNCH, OR THE LONDON CHARIVARI. [NOVEMBER 5, 1913.
THE ELUCIDATION.
(After the manner of the Parliamentary
Correspondent of " The Daily News.")
ALREADY the rural districts are agog.
The CHANCELLOR'S great message lias
come home to the highways and hedges
and roused at last from their patient
apathy the toilers of the soil. Further,
we have no doubt at all that they will
be considerably more roused when we
have had an opportunity of explaining
what it means. Lot us examine the
proposals.
It is recognised that the Minimum
Wage is the pivot. The Provision of
Cottages, in the same way, may be
said to be the lever ; it would perhaps
not be inapt to describe Security of
Tenure as the driving-wheel of the new
machinery of the land.
Dealing first with the question of a
Minimum Wage (for until the labourer
is enabled to pay an economic rent for
his cottage, a financial price for his
bacon and a commercial contribution
to his Christmas Goose Club no advance
in any direction is possible) it may be
said at once that payment in kind must
go the way of other feudal impositions.
We must have daily cash for daily toil.
Let there be no mistake about that.
Mr. LLOYD GEORGE'sfigures regarding
the shortage of cottages (which have
appalled the nation) next call for com-
ment. It is now freely admitted that
the State must step in with no uncertain
hand — that is, no uncertain foot. The
provision of 120,000 cottages, which is
contemplated as a first instalment,
would provide, as far as one can judge,
something like the same number of
homes. That indeed is manifest, but it
involves the purchase of land. Cottages,
it is recognised, must have something
to rest on ; they cannot be suspended,
however much the shooting tenant
might prefer that arrangement as
causing less disturbance to the ground
game. Now, it is intended to build
four cottages to the acre, so that for this
purpose the amount of land required
would be, roughly speaking, 30,000
acres. At a cost of £-50 an acre this
would come to £1,500,000. Let us
suppose that the Board of Agriculture
can build at the rate of £150 for each
cottage. Very well. This means
£18,000,000, or, including the ground
to build thereon, £19,500,000. In any
case there must be no turning back.
The figures given of the increase in
the number of game-keepers (which
have staggered the community) must
next come under review. It is recog-
nised that when the pheasant and the
fox are no longer free to gorge them-
selves to repletion upon the food of the
people many of these men will be thrown
out of employment. The problem is
best understood in conjunction with
security of tenure. A little imagination
will show that as soon as the farmer is
safe against summary eviction (a feai
which to-day casts a shadow on many
a homestead) he will be encouraged to
spend his money more freely upon the
small amenities of his house. To give
only one instance, it will be — for the
first time, mark you — well worth his
while to order large quantities of note-
paper stamped with his address. Calling
cards may even come into vogue in
some places. Then he will bo able to
launch out into more expensive wall-
papers. He will no longer gnidgo to
measure his rooms for carpets. All
this means work. And in the great
revival of rural industry that is thus
to come the labour of the superfluous
game-keepers will soon be absorbed.
Gun-makers are also alarmed, as I
learn by personal investigation in the
proper quarter, but surely without
cause. It is the peculiar virtue of the
new proposals that every one is bound
to profit by them. We may confidently
look for a sharp revival in the gun
trade, when farmers come to arm them-
selves against the hordes of weasels and
sparrow-hawks which will appsar to
prey upon their beans and clover as
soon as the game-keepers are with-
drawn. At least that is the opinion in
Meet Street, whatever may be felt in
the rural communities.
Finally it may be asked, Where does
the landlord come in ? He will, of course,
have to be content with less rent, less
power over his property, less game.
But with an opulent and contented
peasantry at his very gates he will be
relieved from the present odious neces-
sity of providing Christinas rabbits and
winter blankets ; from all that vast
degrading traffic in tips and doles upon
which his position so largely depends.
There must be no turning back. A
new spirit is sweeping through the
villages. The Motherland is recking
with excitement.
SHOULD RIVAL POLITICIANS
DINE TOGETHER?
THE report of Lord WILLOUGHBY DE
BROKE'S announcement that he will not
dine with Mr. WINSTON CHURCHILL, and
of his protest against dining at all with
one's political enemies, is causing some-
thing like social revolution in our midst.
In order to meet any difficulty which
the new custom might create, it has
been suggested that the hour of dining
should become a fixed political principle,
like tariff reform or the nationalisation
of landlords or the keeping of people
.n their places. An impartial critic
proposes that Conservatives should
adopt 8 P.M. as their hour for dining,
that Liberals should dine habitually at
7 V.M., and adherents of the Labour
Party at 1 P.M. or thereabouts, and
Irish Nationalists never.
Yet there are family and other ties
between people of opposite opinions
which cannot thus be severed ; and
even if connections of this sort are not
definitely asked to dine, it will still be
felt, by such as do not see altogether '
eye to eye with Lord W'ILLOUGHBY DE
BROKE in his decision, that
courtesy should bo shown to them. 1
To this end a new fashion in invita-
tion cards is likely to arise. Lady
Primrose-Dame will send a card to
Mr. Singletax, requesting the pleasure
of his absence from dinner on December
5th ; to which Mr. Singletax will reply
that, owing to another engagement on
December 5th, he is glad to be able
to accept Lady Primrose-Dame's kind
invitation.
But we hope it is not too late for
Lord WILLOUGHBY DE BROKE to be
persuaded to swallow the hatchet and
think better of letting political principles
interfere with the pleasures of the table.
We beg him to reflect on the bitter
disappointment that might be caused to
many if his example should rob them
of dining occasionally with a lord.
There is, of course, the type of man who
declares that food would only choke him
if taken in the company of a political
enemy ; but he must not overlook the
fact that there is always a possibility of
his enemy, from like reasons, being
choked. Again there is the fear that
at the dinner-table your hated opponent
might perform the significant ceremony
of helping you to salt; but this act could
always be" responded to with pepper.
ON THE POETEAIT OF A
BEAUTY, NOW IN EETIREMENT.
THIS is Isabel, and she
Once was young, like you and me ;
Making youthful hearts to stir,
Youthful feet to follow her.
Now she deems it right to wear
Sober garb and serious air ;
Seems to think the beauty gone
Foolish lovers doted on.
But, alas ! a simpler dress
Cannot hide her loveliness ;
Other men as well as I
Murmur, as she passes by,
" If perhaps in fifty years
Time confirms your present fears,
Placing you upon the shelf,
May I have you to myself? "
. NOVEMHKR /), 1913.]
PUNCH, OR THE LONDON CHARIVARI.
ANOTHER WORLD'S WORKER.
TUB AIITIST WHO PAINTS THE BLACK HALVES ON ".RESTOKED" PICTURES.
OUR BOOKING-OFFICE.
(By Mr. Punch's Staff of Learned Clerks.)
MR. FORREST EEID is a writer from whom one may
always expect work that will have a quality of refinement
and distinction. I am not sure that I think The Gentle
Lover (ARNOLD) altogether equal to the books that have
preceded it, but this is only because the plot is rather more
obvious and ordinary than has been the case with Mr. REID'S
other stories. His touch is as tender (this is the only
possible word for it) as ever. Perhaps it was hardly
possible for him to present the middle-aged lover in any
new light; the character is one that has been too hard
worked in fiction to retain any of the charm ot novelty.
Still Bcnnet Alingham has charm, and enough reality to
make me hops against hope, even up to the final chapter,
that precedent was going to be falsified in the matter of the
bestowal of the heroine. Perhaps it is because of a natural,
and increasing, fellow-fesling with the adorer who is no
longer in his romantic youth that I always feel a little sore
when he is dismissed to a future of picturesque but unsatis-
factory regrets. Of the other characters in the tale I cared
far the most for Brian, the red-haired and altogether
pleasing young brother of the heroine. Alingham certainly
was well called the gentle lover ; so little was his adoration
insisted upon that 1 doubt if to the end of the story Sylvia,
its object, was aware of it. Its gently sentimental course
runs in pleasant placss — Bruges, Florence, Pisa — all drawn
in a way that makes me think that Mr. EEID must have
recalled happy memories in writing about them. Indeed,
these pictures of uneventful travel are really more attractive
than the slender story that strings them together.
Penetrate by all means, with Mr. E. TEMPLE TEUHSTON,
into the little shops on the southern side of the river, or
the mean dwellings of Soho, or pace the streets with him
all day long, and sleep at last on the Embankment or the
steps of a squalid doorway as he shall direct you ; for you
will bo touched, amused, and, more than that, you will
be greatly cheered; you will encounter no gruff -words or
harshness of heart in these sordid places, but only a kindly
sentimentalism that almost out-does DICKENS and incident-
ally destroys the author's rather elaborate pretensions to
realistic treatment of life, liichard Furlong (CHAPMAN AND
HALL) was an artist (and a very good name for an artist
too, for it was long and curled down right over his collar),
an artist unrecognised for more than three hundred pages,
except by the good-hearted dwellers in lowly purlieus, like
Mr. Nibbs, the little picture dealer, Mrs. Baldwin, the
young man's landlady, and her daughter distance, a music-
i liall artiste, with whom he conducted a liaison, and whom
i afterwards, when disowned by his father and jilted by his
\fiancee, he persuaded (against the girl's own advice) to
j marry him. liichard was a bit of a genius, it seems, and
! the first man to make coloured wood-blocks; but everybody
! (everybody who was poor, that is to say) was so kind to
! him, that I failed to sympathise very deeply with the
struggles of his unrecognised inspiration. That distance
suddenly died, for no particular reason, at the end of the
book, I simply refuse, in spite of Mr. TEMPLE THUKSTCN'S
explicit assertion, to believe. For Fate, in the presence of
tl:e author's indefatigable optimism, could never have had
the face to do a thing like that. By the way, there is one
little error in the book that ought to be put right. Two
very pleasant wood-cuts are reproduced, which are stated
to be the work of Richard Furlong, but are signed W. R. D.
I hope this rather careless oversight will be corrected in the
second edition.
-.1
3U3
PUNCH, OR THE LONDON CHARIVARI.
[NOVEMBER 5, 1913.
I may say
at once
that Mr. FRANCIS GUIHHLE'.H The
Romance of 'the Cambridijr Colleges (MILLS AND BOON) is
an agreeable book, and that Cambridge men will do well
to tad it to their libraries. To be sure, Mr. GaiBBLE
is himself an Oxford man, but he avows the dreadful fact
with a candour that disarms criticism. And, after all,
the book speaks — I might almost say chats — for itself. I
am not sure that it would be easy to justify the word
"Romance" in the title, it seems to me not to express
quite accurately the manner in which Mr. GKIHBLE deals
with the story of the various colleges. He mentions great
names and gives an account
of the strange characters who
have always abounded in Cam-
bridge ;uid whom no Koyal
Commissions and no legislative
reforms can utterly abolish or
destroy. But a string of anec-
dotes, however well told (and
Mr. GBIBBLE tells them ex-
cellently and with gusto), is not
precisely equivalent to -what
most of us understand by " Eo- !
mance." However, they make \
pleasant reading and thus satisfy j
to a large extent what must have :
been the author's desire, and is j
certainly that of his readers. !
I commend very highly Mr. {
CRIBBLE'S gift of literary tact.
It is well known, for instance, I
that members of St. John's j
College have a nickname — at
any rate, they used to have one ; !
perhaps the more delicate sus-
ceptibilities of our own day have
swept it away. Still, there it
was, and Mr. GBIBELE was !
bound to mention it. Ho per-
forms his task with an allusive
discretion which cannot ofl'end
even the most patriotic and j
sensitive Johnian. Finally, I j
must congratulate Mr. GRIBBLE
on having been able to escape
for a time from the narration
of the more or less scandalous
love affairs of celebrated ladies. !
To these his fluent pen has!
been largely devoted, and I can- !
not help thinking he is better
suppose this was quite what Catholic Kitty meant. Then
came along the real man, not a better man, not a nicer
man, but just the man. So there was nothing to be done
but to follow the gleam in Julius Pole's eyes. Unhappiness
comes of it, and Angelina, always sincere and pure in heart,
makes amends. And I don't like that part of it so well as
her childhood, her early love passages, and her first letter
to St. Mary of Egypt — her later correspondence was more
self-conscious. And it was very nice to be reminded by the
" little naked baby doll of pink soap," which papa Peachey
gave Angelina to comfort her in some childish sorrow, of a
little pink soap sister of Ange-
lina's consoler once very, very
dear to my own young heart.
occupied when telling anecdotes of the Cambridge colleges.
I have just met a very dear and charming girl, Angelina
Peachey, in the pleasant pages of Set to Partners (HEINE-
MANN), and I want to know why nobody ever seriously
introduced me before to her creatrix, Mrs. HENKY DUDENEY.
Angelina had a grandmother who was no better than she
ought to be, but a good deal prettier than she might have
been according to the table of chances in these matters, and
Angelina, it was prophesied, would take after her. Well,
she did and she didn't. She had learned from a delightful]
plain Irish Catholic maid how serious and big a matter
As a warm admirer of Mr.
MARRIOTT'S work I would gladly
have opened the flood-gates and
praised Subsoil (HuitsT AND
BLACKETT) without reserve, but
my trouble is that his book
pretends to be a romance, and
is really a very clever essay
upon painting. It deals too
much with minds and too little
with morals to be a popular
success. Nevertheless by
thoughtful people who are in-
terested in the connection be-
tween life and art it has simply
got to bs read, for however
violently they may dissent from
the views expressed by Saffery,
the novelist, and Hugh Suther-
land, the painter, they must
admit that Mr. MARRIOTT is an
eloquent champion. The tale
itself suffers from the defect
that at the outset it is im-
possible not to guess the ending.
No sooner have you discovered
the author's point of view than
you know that Sutherland and
his fiancee Sylvia Bradley must
drift apart. Mr. MARRIOTT'S
characters, though their conver-
sation is almost bewilderingly
! instructive, are not puppets ;
DENTIST WITH TOOTHACHE TRIES TO REASSUHE HIMSELF BY ; fchey. are without exception
BEPEATING FORMULA EMPLOYED WITH CLIENTS. j admirably drawn ; all the same,
— they are a little overwhelmed
by the idea which they are used to exploit. And I am left
wondering whether the author has not sacrificed one form
of art in propounding his views upon another.
being in love was, and how it was a dreadful thing to
marry except for love. This was about the only religious | How dull.]
Caching she ever had. So when Angelina met a man who I
:ell in love with her she wouldn't marry him until she was
From an Insurance Company's advertisement :—
" Total Disablement by 35 diseases (26 weeks) £3 per week."
Not worth it. [Additional note -by COMMENTATOR: This
is another example of the danger of dictating important
announcements. "Certified diseases," said the Secretary,
and as the result of his hereditary lisp it came out " Thirty-
five diseases." EDITOR : Nonsense. It really means " any
_ P 1 1 • 1 f* • /» 1 T. __• *'
one of thirty-five specified diseases." COMMHNTATOU:
QU te sure hoTte* 1 °, W*n ' Hoadstone. ' ^et high, cost £ 12, for £9 ; selling che ,p throtv 1,
ire, but took bun on trial, so to speak, though all death of proprietor."— Glasgow Evening Times
the world understood her to be his wife. And I don't ! It would seem to be- the exact moment when he wanted it.
NOVEMBER 12, 1913.] PUNCH, OR THE LONDON CHARIVARI. 399
O ,^J^ s»
•i SURE] -t
.KEEP-TO TTO R1C.MT J
THE TRAFFIC TROUBLE.
WllTC NOT OR3A.SISE THE PEDESTRIAN TRAFFIC IS BUST THOROUGHFARES? — Mr. Punch.
CHARIVARIA.
A FINE statue of RAMESES II., which
has long been hidden away near
Bedrashin, is being erected by Lord
KITCHENER in a prominent position at
Cairo. There is no petty jealousy
about K. OF K. ,.. ...
It is possible that Battsrsea may
choose a coloured gentleman for its
Mayor. Personally, we should be
pleased to see this. Anything would
be better than the present monotonous
arrangement by which all our Mayors
are of the same hue.
* •:•
Skipping is again being recommended
as an aid to health. It is said that
many book-reviewers would not be alive
to-day had they not practised this art.
-.;: :;:
The prevailing craze ! Smith Minor,
asked in his Latin examination to
translate tctigi, replied, " I have
Tango-ed." $ *
*
Bishop QUAYLE, of Washington, has
been discussing the respective merits
of thin men and fat men, and has come
to the conclusion that the former are
often wicked and the latter nearly
always good. As a thin man ourselves
we would like to ask whether the
reason of this wonderful goodness of
the fat men may not be due to realisa-
tion of the difficulty they would have
in running away from the police '.'
And Dr. LEONARD K. HIRSHBERO, of
Johns Hopkins University, has been
studying the question of the colour of
our eyes. "Black eyes," he has come
to the conclusion, " are often found
associated with strong passions." This
view is one which has long been held
by policemen and magistrates.
& ;i-
*
Since Sir THOMAS CLOUSTON, in a
lecture at the Eoyal College of
Physicians, Edinburgh, emphasised the
need for a scientific and impartial study
of the effects of drinking alcohol, he
has, we hear, been inundated with
offers from public-spirited gentlemen
who are willing to be experimented upon.
A Philadelphia banker has dis-
tinguished himself by giving a supper-
party at which monkeys mixed with
the guests. To avoid confusion the
guests wore evening dress.
The parrot whic'a last week saved
the lives of a Harringay family by giving
an alarm of fire is, we hear from a
reliable source, much amused at the
fuss which is being made over it, for its
idea was just to save its own life.
*„ *
Replying to enquiries from fly-paper
manufacturers, the American Consul at
Prague states, " It is not possible to
work up an extensive trade in Bohemia,
for there are not sufficient flies to ox-
terminate." But the fly-paper trade is
not easily beaten, and inducements, we
understand, are being held out to a
number of New York flies, with their
immense families, to emigrate.
* :»
•','
Lord WEABDALE, speaking at the
Gas Conference, said that with the
increasing use of gas there was a
marked improvement in the quality of
our London fogs. We trust that the
philanthropists concerned will now turn
their attention to improving the quality
of our rain, of which many persons
complain. % 4
*
It is announced that Wliere the Pain-
bow Ends is to be revived on Boxing
Day. One might almost call it " Where
the Rainbow Begins Again."
The reason of the failure of such a
large proportion of theatrical ventures
is still being debated. We will only
remark that one at least of our news-
papers classifies its advertisements of
theatres under the heading " Theatres,"
and those of music-halls under the
heading " Entertainments."
* *
We are requested to state that the
charming Drinking Song sung by Mr.
COURTICE POUNDS in Tlie Laughing
Husband is not published by Messrs.
BOOSEY but by another well-known firm.
* *
" Cook (Plain), dining rooms, used to
same," runs an advertisement in a
contemporary. Some dining-rooms are
so very sensitive.
400
PUNCH, OR THE LONDON CHARIVARI. [NOVEMBER 12, 1913.
THE WOMAN TURNS.
(i:,!nij the protest of a novelist's wife against the modern
iaethod of reyanUmj lore as a subject for surgical or
pathological treatment.)
THKKI: was a time ere middle ago had chided
Tho aidoiirs proper to tlio' Spring of life
(This j)i>ri()d, roughly speaking, coincided
With our initial stage as man and wife),
When yi u would write of Love — its tears and
laughter,
Of lovers' <|uarrcls cancelled by a kiss,
(H \\cdding chimes and then, for ever alter,
I'nmitigated bliss.
I liked it; others may have deemed it twaddle;
Not such it M-ciiH'ii to my adoring eyes;
T liked to see you as the hero's model,
'•If the gushing heroine in disguise;
It plV;;sj:l me, when perusing those romances,
To feel that our experience, yours and mine,
Though duly broidered with creative fancies,
.Furnished the main design.
But now you follow fiction's later fashion; -
You take your operator's knife and dig
Into the palpitating heart of Passion,
And vivisect it like a guinea-pig; '
As one who probes tho more obscure diseases
You ask yourself (his symptoms closely scanned)
Whether the patient ought to try_ sea-breezes
Or have his brain trepanned.
Calmly you diagnose this heavenly miracle,
Treating it like a measle or a mump
By methods scientific or empirical —
A patent plaster or a stomach-pump;
The wine that glows in Love's empurpled chalices,
Which once you sketched in complimentary terms,
Is now subjected to a sharp analysis .
And shown to reek with germs.
No doubt your attitude 's disinterested ;
You gaze' aloof, with speculative poise;
But women's hearts, you knpw, are not invested
With that detachment which the male enjoys.
Anyhow, here is matter made for furious
Thinking, and I who once, like Love, was blind,
Am taking notice now, and getting curious
About my state of mind.
At first 1 held the whole affair outrageous,
But now I too grow snili'y in the nose ;
I find your; air of Harley Street contagious,
I emulate your pathologic pose ;
And, after careful inward consultation,
I apprehend that what you hint is true —
It must have been some mental abeiration
That made me marry you !
" Ou eating tho sixth oyster Rogovoy's teeth came in contact with
another hard substance which he took from his mouth and examined
critically. Believing that ho had found a gem he took thn object to
a jeweller, who pronounced it a pear-shaped pear of perfect contour
and pi iced the value at $5,000."— Conull Sun.
It seems a lot for a psar, even at this time of the year, but
perhaps the unusual shape made it valuable.
A MODERNISED "PUNCH AND JUDY."
I AM told that " Punch and Judy" is losing its hold on
the Public. If so, I cannot help thinking that the fault must
lie in the drama itself. It does not treat the problem of
marriage with the insight, tho psychological subtlety which
a cultured and intellectual audience expects in those days.
And its characters are all too low in the social scale to be
interesting or sympathetic to any intelligent spec: :-,,•.
However, it only needs a little effort to bring it into touch
with modern requirements— and hero is nnj little effort : -
ScriNK — TJtc usual sort of thing.
Judy, Lady Punch \cntcrs. She wears a wliitc "peignoir "
nnd a boudoir cup iritli lace frill. ILcr face is of a remark-
able pallor ; the great eyes have the. intense gaze' oj one
who has bom? much, without perhaps being able 'to say
precisely what] . Not a taxi anywhere ! But 1 should have
betrayed myself if 1 had used the landaulctl
Lord Joey [enters. lie, lias Die battered look of a man
about town. Time has tinned his top-knot sky-blue, but the
locks on cither side of hit ln'ow retain their original auburn].
Hullo! hullo! Lady P. ! Where are you off to ?
Judy (looking straight before her). I don't know ! I
don't care /_ So long as it isn't Horn:' !
Lord J. (wagging his head with reproof). Don't like to
hear you talkin' like that, Lady P. Hounds as if you and
poor old Punchie bad bad a row or somethin' — what'.'
Judy. He never u'ill have a row ! That 's what makes
him so absolutely unbearable ! That — and his perfectly
awful hump !
Lord J. But I saij, you know— he had that bump when
you married him. I remember nolicin', when I was bis best
man, how doocid round-shquidered be was gettiu' !
Judy. I was so young then. I never in the least realised
what it would mcfin to bo wedded to a hump for the \yliolo
of my life! Oh, why, u'hij aren't girls told more about
these things?
Lord J. Dunno, I'm sure, Lady P. Still,, hu.mp or no
hump, he's a toppin' good feller, don't you know? What
I mean- to say is, there's no sort of harm in him ! • ( •
Judy (bitterly). There 's jiothing worse you could say !
Lord J. Well, he seems to be com in' this way, so I '11 sav
good mornin', Lady P. [Exit tactfully.
Sir Percy Punch, K.C.B., F.R.B.S., F.li.Z.S., -'<fc.,' dc.
[enters. His large black_cyes are inela nchoiy and in trospcctice,
and the flush on his rather prominent nose is rnanifestly due
to chronic, indigestion] . Why, Judy, my love, I 'd no idea I
should meet you bore ! I 've been taking the dog out for
a run. [Enter Toby.] Toby, sit up and give your paw to
the little Missis ! . [Toby obeys.
Judy (refusing the paw). I thought you. knew I simply
loathe dogs.
Sir P. (forgetting himself for the moment). Oh ! Eooliti-
toot ! Eootiti-toot !
Judy (with quiet scorn). Is it absolutely necessary to
express yourself in quite such language ?
Sir P. Sorry, my love, sorry! Force of habit! [Enter
Nurse with the Baby.] Aha ! Here 's the icklo cockalorum !
(Sir P. takes the Baby and offers it to Judy, who cowers back.)
Judy (hysterically). I — I can't.. 1 can't ! It's too like
you ! And it isn't eugenic ! I do icish you 'd throw it away.
Won't you — to please me'}
Sir P. Kcally, my dear, our son and heir, you know — r.o,
[ must draw the lino at that ! (handing Baby to Nurse).
There, take Master Punch home and keep him well wrapped
up. (As Nurse goes off with Baby) Judy, my darling, 1 'm
afraid you 're a little upset about something or other?
Judy (breaking out). If you must know, I 'm sick of you
PUNCH, OR THE LONDON CHABTVABL— Novjnuwi 12, 1913.
ULSTER.
CONVERSAZIONE
THE HOME EULE MAZE.
MM. ASQUITH. "EXCUSE ME, SIR, BUT ARE YOU TRYING TO GET IN OR OUT?"
MR. BONAB LAW. "JUST WHAT I WAS GOING TO ASK YOU, SIR."
NOVEMBER 12, 1913.] PUNCH, Oil THE LONDON CHARIVARI.
403
AT THE MOTOR SHOW.
Dear Old Lady (after an exlMiistive explanation of tlie engine). "AKD KOW TELL ME, WHEBE DO TOD LIGHT THE FIBE?"
and the Baby and Toby, and I simply can't stand it any
longer.
Sir P. Why, rootiti — I mean, tut-tut. What on earth
have I done ?
Judy. You 're so appallingly affectionate, so convention-
ally domesticated and all that. It 's too sickening.
Sir P. (sadly). Tell me, Judy, is there no way — none — by
which I might regain your affection ?
Judy (dreamily). If I could see you reckless, lawless,
riotous, triumphing rough-shod over all opposition, I miyht
— but no, you will never be like that — never, never.
Beadle (enters with thick stick). Beg pawdon, Sir Percy,
but might this 'ere belong to you ?
Judy (excited). Say it does ! And hit him on the head
with it ! Or hit me I Anything that will make me respect
you once more.
Sir P. (to the Beadle, after inspection). No, it 's not my
stick, my man. I never carry a cudgel. You 'd better take
it to the Lost Property Office at Scotland Yard.
[Exit Beadle, as Jack Ketch enters carrying patent
gibbet.
Jack K. 'Sense me, Sir Percy, but is this anythink in
your line ? Little apparatus of me own. Wonnerful simple.
I jest puts me 'ed through this 'ere noose (he does so), and
all you 'ave to do is to give a tug to this 'ere pulley, and I'm
'ung proper, / am !
Judy (feverishly). Oh, why don't you hang him ? You
would if you were half a Punch I
Sir P. (meditatively). H'm I (To Jack Ketch) Your
invention seems ingenious. I should advise you to show
it to the HOME SECBETAKY.
Judy (passionately, as Jack Ketch departs). That settles
it. I will no longer be dependent on you. I will live my
own life.
Sir P. May I remind you, my love, that our resources
entirely depend on the pennies my agent collects in a bag
from the populace? If you decline to share that income, I
don't quite see what you are going to live your own life on.
Judy. I can start a little show of my own, I suppose ?
Sir P. You could do that, of course, but — rootiti-toot —
1 should say, ahem — I rather doubt if you 'd be much of a
draw without me.
Judy. Perhaps. The world is very hard on us women.
But I don't care ; I shall find an opening in spite of you.
Sir P. I should rather like to know where.
Enter a large Crocodile.
Judy (driven to desperation). Where? . . . Why, here I
(Throws herself into Crocodile's jaws and disappears.)
Sir P. (with mild concern). What a pity — what a pity —
what a pity !
Here ends the drama, which is entirely at the service of
any travelling showman who has enterprise enough to
produce it. But I know what managers are. F. A.
" During the winter months a lady and her husband offer to take
charge of a house in return for a small salary and board."
Advt. in " Lady."
Two more world's workers.
404
PUNCH, OR THE LONDON CHARIVARI. [NOVEMBER 12, 1913.
AN OUTBURST.
HAD been to the Rutland Gallery
I give the able-bodied custodian six-
pence for being in the same room in
which my hat and stick repose. That
to see the Yiddish pictures. As I went 'is all they do. They don't brush my
in, an oflicial took my stick from me
and gave me a number for it.
hat or do anything for me. I can't
give them nothing, much as I should
HIST! WE ARE OBSERVED!
(Sityyested by some recent incidents in
theatrical competition.)
As dusk fell, the streets about
the
Can't I keep it?" I said, for I like like to, but they can easily do nothing
its support.
He pointed to a notice saying that
tho relinquishment of sticks and um-
brellas was compulsory, and I gave it
up. 1 suppose that tho idea was that
beleaguered building began to assume
an even more deserted appearance.
in return. And now you Haunt this ! Hero and there, sinister figures lurked
saucer of money at me to suggest that , in tho shadows or crept furtively from
T •» ii Tiriir* -i . i • i • i *'_ -
I should pay you. Well, 1 'in done
with it."
He grew restive, as indeed he might,
I might he a Boffragist, and desire to
prove my fitness for exercising the
vote by pushing my ferrule through I were a sensibly run country, which it
but kept silent.
" Now look here,"
I said, "if this
a masterpiece. Anyway, I gave it up I is not, but a country of stupid tolerant
without another worti.
Half an hour later I
came out and, handing
in tho number, I received
the stick. On the
counter was a saucer full
of pennies ; but this did
not worry me. I took
my stick and was going
out when the expression
of mortification and con-
tempt on the custodian's
face caught my eye.
I went back. " Let 's
have this out," I said.
" You think me dirt for
not giving you a tip."
Ho denied it.
"Oh, yes, you do," I
said. "I know. But
why should you? "
" Most gentlemen give
something," be said.
" Yes," I replied, " but
why should they ? Have
you ever asked yourself
that? Here am I, a
not too robust man after
influenza, but you took
my stick away. I would
much rather havo had
it with me. I am muc
pictures to injure them, even when I
sea a false ascription, as I have done
here more than once. And then, having
taken my stick against my will, you
ask me to pay you rent for it. Is that
reasonable ? "
He bad nothing to say.
" Are you paid any wages ? " I asked.
He admitted that he was.
"And you want to be paid twice
over?" I said. "Is that quite the
game?"
Again ho bad nothing to say.
" I am getting tired of it," I said.
"Paying money for something is no
great lark, but paying money for noth-
ing is beyond my endurance. Every
day I have lunch at a restaurant where
there are no hat-pegs inside. It follows
therefore that I must leave my hat and
stick in the cloak-room, and every day
i sheep, a great strong fellow like you
one hiding place to another. Every
few moments the orange glare of a
searchlight from some neighbouring
lower swept the roadway from end to
vailed.
A GOOD ADDRESS.
To Harold Binks, Esq.,
" The Grange," Wimpleton Park, Surrey.
DEAR Sin,— We beg to call your attention to the accompanying catalogue
i linen lief, rtr la.t.nof. nrin f «« •Ff.jil-. :.,.,, i— i: : c _T ft
end.
Near tho threatened citadel itself
silence, oppressive and ominous, pre-
"":l"'1 The long blank wall, broken
only by a small anc
secret-looking door, ovei
which flickered a solitary
lamp, exposed its taci-
j turn surface to the world
jealous guardian of the
| lyysteries within. Bui
somewhere out of sight
i was unwinking watch-
fulness ; behind every
loop-hole and embrasure
men stood armed and
waiting, as they had
waited night after
night. ...
And now, the hour
was at band. Silently,
out of the brooding
shadows, strange and
shrouded forms took
shape, moved, and
passed. Whispered chal-
lenges were heard, and
countersigns. One by
one the muffled figures
and price list of latest winter fashions in liveries for chauffeurs, grooms', foot-
men, etc. ; also if your gardeners and gamekeepers have not yet ordered thoir
winter clothing we havo a new stock of tweeds, etc.
Assuring you cf our best attention, etc., etc.
reached in safety the
little door
f°,nd °rf |would never be in a position like this
at all. Stick and umbrella guarding
would be given to the feeble and other-
wise incapable— to hunchbacks and so
forth. To hand them a penny or so
for doing nothing would not be so de-
grading. But you— " and I turned
to go in disgust.
It was then that be spoke. " Look
here, guvnor," ho said, " if you 're too
jolly mean to give a man twopence
why don't you say so? What's the
good of delivering a lecture on it ? "
which was exactly the kind of retort I
expected.
But none the less I was, as usual, right.
Commercial Candour.
From a Bombay catalogue : —
" Rubber Stamps. Cheapest and Fine
(Possible.) "
But not likely.
in the wall,
and, after breathless
intervals of scrutiny,
- ' were admitted within tho
building that waited for their coming.
Who were they? Conspirators who
met to hatch some foul plot behind
secret walls ?
hope to save
these menacing and
•Leaders of a forlorn
the city from some alien conqueror V
No, they were actors on their way to
attend a rehearsal of the great elevator
scene in the next Musical Eevue.
"Yonag German gentleman decives lo
cchaug lessong in English gimny in return
lessons in Spanish conversacion andgramman."
Advt. in " Antofagasta Mercurio."
He bad much better stick to Esperanto.
A hint from " Garden Work for
Amateurs " : — •
"If there are slugs in tho garden wait till
tho end of March bafore planting them out."
They are very patient little fellows.
NOVEHBKB 12, 1913.] PUNCH, OR TUB LONDON CHARIVARI. 405
SOCIAL DISTINCTIONS.
Golfer. "AXYONE OUT AHEAD OP US, CADDIE?"
Caddie. "YESSUB — A GEXXELMAX WIP A CADDIE, am A MAN CAnnrni' FOB 'ISSELF.'
L'ALLEGRO IN 1913.
(By a whole-hearted admirer of the latest
phase in our national drama.)
HENCE, ordinary Folly,
Of Dionysus born and Dauced Rot !
Be thou presented not
Even by EDW-UD-S (GEOROE) and
• FB-HM-N (CHOLLY) ;
Seek out some rustic stage
Where bumpkins still admire the
good old wheeze
And the sad valses please ;
There for the ebon pit and high-
browed gods,
Who understand thy nods,
Reserve these pranks that erst were
London's rage.
But come, thou Nymph of the inept,
In Paris a .Revile yclept
(By us translated a Review),
Whom Piffle, if the tale be true,
With Bosh and several children more
To undiluted Bunkum bore ;
Or whether (this perhaps is right)
The soul of Bowery, taking flight,
With coy Lutetia carried on
In furnished rooms near Paddington,
Chucked her chin, and cried, "Ar Har!"
And, Jinked with her by Registrar,
Bequeathed us thee, an offspring fair,
Vulgarity beyond compare.
Haste theo, Honey, don't forget
Tights and teeth, a brand-new set,
Jokes in far from dubious taste,
And gowns not all too straitly laced,
Fashioned by what creators bold
The programme hath not left half-
told.
Cast your bridge across the stalls
And weave -no plot, because that palls.
Come, and loose from glittering fang
All the latest New York slang,
And, hugging closely, lead with thee
Turkey Trot and Tango Tea ;
And, if these joys I rightly class,
Oh give me a perpetual pass
To love thee and to live with thee
And evermore thy patron be ;
To hear the Yankee accent rise
That tears the canvas in the " flies,"
And see the girls display their charms,
Not much of wit, but logs and arms ;
Whilst the coon, with lively din
And well-pied pants, comes prancing
in.
Then to the spicy nut-made chaff
And chunks of cinematograph,
And turns from music-halls, but worse,
And notes of unmelodious verse,
Such as, I ween, had raised the roots
Of tufted elms and scared the brutes ;
And Pluto^ self, if he had heard
So harsh laments by Orpheus stirred,
Had changed his purpose and set froo
For comfort's sake Eurydico.
These things if thou canst surely do,
Enchant mo still, sublime Review.
EVOB.
IN A GOOD CAUSE.
LAST year Mr. Punch published an
appeal from The Children's White Cross
League on behalf of the sufferers from
the London Dock Strike. Another
appeal now reaches him from the same
quarter; and this time it is for the
starving women and children of Dublin
that Mr. Punch's readers are asked to
open their generous purses. He ventures
to recall the legend that runs beneath
his cartoon in which he asked help for
the wives and children of the London
Dock Strikers: "Come, Madam," be
there says to Charity, " you will not
ask where the blame lies : you will
only ask how best you can help."
Gifts should be sent to the Hon.
Treasurer of The Children's White
Cross League, 3, Adelphi Terrace, W.C.
" Ousting the Foreigners from onr Kitchens.
A L.C.C. fchool for turning out British Chefs."
Daily Graphic.
It really seems to be for turning out
foreign chefs.
on
THE LONDON CHAKIVAHr.
12, 1913.
THE FINANCIER.
IT is nearly l\vo yours ago that 1
began speculating in West African
mines. You may remember what a
ago, I left the story of my City life.
A good deal has happened since then;
as a result of which I am once more
eagerly watching the price of Jaguars.
A month or two after I had written
stir my entry into the financial world - about them Jaguars began to go down,
created: how Sir Isaac Isaacstein - They did it (as they have done evory-
went mad and shot himself; how Sir thing since 1 have known them)
Samuel Sainuelstein went mad and stupidly. If they had dropped in a
shot, hi-i typist; and how Sir Moses single night to '?. I should at least
went mad and shot his type- ; have; had my thrill. I should have
suffered in a single night the loss of]
writer, permanently damaging the letter
•• s. ' There \\a* panic in the City on
that February day in 1912 when I
; bought Jaguars and set the market
rocking.
I bought Jaguars parllv for the rise
It was really a shock to me. When
I had asked Andrew to mention Jaguars
to his broker it was solely in the hope
of hearing some humorous City com-
ment on their futility— one of those crisp
jests for which the Stock Exchange is
famous. I had no idea that his broker
might like to buy them from me.
I wired back : " Sell fifty, quick."
Next day he told me he had sold them.
" That's all right," 1 said cheerfully:
" they 're his. He can watch them »o
some pounds, and I could have borne it ] up and down. When do I get my
dramatically; either with the sternness
of the silent Saxon, or else with the.
volubility of the volatile, — 1 can't think
of anybody beginning with a " V." But,
and partly for the thrill. In describing alas! Jaguars never dropped at all. They
my speculation to you eighteen months j subsided. They subsided slowly back
ago I find that 1 dwelt chiefly on the : to 1 — so slowly that you could hardly
thrill part; I alleged that I wanted to
see them go up and down. It would
have been more accurate to have said
that I wanted to see them go up. It-
was because 1 was sure they were
going up that,- with the united support
of my solicitor, my stockbroker, my
land agent, my doctor, my architect
and my vicar (most of them hired for
the occasion), I bought fifty shares in
the Jaguar mine of West Africa.
When I bought Jaguars they were
at 1 — 1T\. This means that — - No,
on second thoughts I won't. There
was a time when, in the pride of my
new knowledge, I should 'have insisted
on explaining to you what it meant,
but I am getting blase' now; besides,
you probably know. It is enough that
observe them going. A week later they
were "J, which, of course, is practi-
cally the same as 1.
wards they were
debatable' point whether that is less or
:i i
:i •.: '
A month
and it
twenty-five pounds ? " To save twenty-
five pounds from the wreck was won-
derful.
" Not for a month ; and of course you
don't deliver the shares till then."
" What do you mean, ' deliver the
shares'?" I asked in alarm. "I haven't
got the gold mine here ; it 's in Africa
or soinowhere. Must I go out and —
after- | " But you 've got a certificate for
is a
more than
Anyhow by the time
I had worked it out and discovered that
it was. slightly less, they JA ere at J-i,
and one had the same trouble all over
again. At-J.J- I left them for a time;
them."
My heart sank.
"Havo I?" I whispered. "Good
lord, I wonder where it is."
I went home and looked. ] looked
for two days ; I searched drawers and
desks and letter-books and safes and
and when I next read the- financial j ice-tanks and trouser-presses — every
column they were at ] £,- -which still place in which a certificate might hide.
•J JO'
seemed to be fairly near to 1. ^ And
even when at" last, after many months,
I found them down to £ I was not
seriously alarmed, but felt that it was
due to some little local trouble (as that
the manager had fallen down the main
shaft and was preventing the gold
financial adviser that by the end of the
month they would be up to 2. In that
case I should have made rather more
than forty pounds in a few days,
bought them, and bought them on < being shot out properly) and that, when
the distinct understanding from my j the obstruction had been removed,
Jaguars would go up to 1 again.
But they didn't. They continued to
subside. When they had. subsided to
. - ., , J I woke up. My dream of financial
simply by assembling together my glory was over. I had lost my money
solicitor, stockbroker, land-agent, etc., land my faith in the City; well, let
etc., in London, and without going to them go. With an effort I washed
\\ nr.i- \ f..t _i _ll t -1 » 1 T -
Jaguars out of my mind. Hence-
forward they were nothing to me.
And then, months after, Andrew
came on the scene. At lunch one day
he happened to mention that he had
been talking to his broker.
"Do you often talk to your broker?"
T asked in admiration. It sounded so
at all. A wonderful
West Africa
thought.
At the end of a month Jaguars were
steady at lr'H; and I had received
a report from the mine to the effect
that down below they were simply
hacking gold out as fast as they could
hack, and up at the top were very . „_
busy rinsing and washing and sponging ! magnificent.
n TIM /Li'iri tti-r if 'TM* ji. « f.,.t- . __ii_ j i . . f^ f.
It was no good. 1 went back to
Andrew. I was calm.
"About these Jaguars, "I said casually.
" I don't quite understand my position.
What have I promised to do? And can
they put me in prison if I don't do it?"
" You 've promised to sell 50 Jaguars
to a man called Stevens hv the middle
of next month. That 's all."
" I see," I said, and I went home
again.
And I suppose you see too. I 've
got to sell fifty Jaguars to a man called
Stevens by the middle of next month.
Although I really have fifty fully
own, there's
matured ones of
my
and drying it. The
situation was the
London very steady
next month the
same ; Jaguars in
at
Jaguar
_ _lo, „ .....
diggers in West Africa very "steady at
gold-digging. And at the end of the
third month I realised not only that I
was not going to have any thrills at
all, hut (even worse) that "l was not
?oing to make any money at all. I
iiad been deceived.
That was where, eighteen months
' Often."
haven't got a broker to talk to. be down to
nothing to prove it, and they are so
suspicious in the City that they w^ill
never take my bare word. So I shall
have to buy fifty new Jaguars for this
man called Stevens — and buy them by
the middle of next month.
And this is why I am still eagerly
watching the price of Jaguars. Yester-
day they were §. I am hoping that
by the middle cf next month they will
i again. But I find it difli-
. . -
When you next chat to yours, I wish cult to remember sometimes which wav
you d lead the conversation round to I want them to go. This afternoon, for
Jaguars and see what ho says."
" Why, have you got some ? "
" Yes, but they 're no good. Have a
' "
cigarette, won't you?
Next
morning to my amazement I
got a telegram from Andrew. " Can
get you ten shillings for Jaguars. Wire
if you will sell, and how many."
instance, when 1 saw they had risen to
! ,'; I was quite excited for a moment ;
I went out and bought some cigars on
the strength of it. Then I remembered;
and I came home and almost decided to
sell the pianola. It is very confusing.
You must see how very confusing it is..
A. A. M.
NOVEMBER 12, 1913.] PUN* 'IF, OR T1IK LONDON CHA 1! I V A I! F.
107
Candid Hostess (on seeinj lier ncphnc's fluid* for tlu first time). "I SEVER SHOULD HAVF. KNOWN YOU HOM voca PHOiOGBArii.
OIE TOLD MB YOU WRRE SQ PRETTY."
Itetjtjie's Fiancte. "No, I'M NOT PBKTTY, so I HAVE TO THY AND BE NICS, AND IT'S SUCH A BORE. HAVE YOU EVEB TSI::D?'
question, with such a stimulating series
of lectures, should produce results cal-
culated to satisfy tho most exuding
filiusfamilias.
A SCHOOL FOR FATHERS.
A SUGGESTION was thrown out the
other day at the Hull Congress for
Women Workers that training for
parentage was badly needed, and that,
side by side with schools for mothers,
there should bo similar institutions for
their husbands, to induce the latter to
pay more attention to tho development
of the coming race. We are happy to
say that this project has already been
anticipated, as there exists a flourishing
academy for male parents over at
Child's Hill, where the middle-aged idea
is taught toshoot by youthful professors.
A n'iuico at the following syllabus of
Lectures for the Winter Session should
reassure any infant who may be anxi-
ous about the correct upbringing of his
progenitor.
PATEICULATION COURSE.
"The Dawn of Intelligence" — or
" Making Him Sit Up and Take Notice
at 3 A.M.,'' with Gramophone Demon-
stration by Junior Members of the Stall.
" The Vatergarten" — Object-lessons
in Nature Study for Budding Owners
of Nurseries.
"Aids to Conversation," or Practice
in the Three R's — rippinij, rotten, and
righto.
"Tact and Back-Chat," or the Art of
Deference to the Opinions of a Twelve-
year-old — A series of Dialogues allowing
the last-word-but-one to the Grown-up.
" Tho Problem of the Only Father,"
or " How a Spoilt Parent Should Re-
strain his Whims."
" Pater Pan, or the Father who
Wouldn't Grow Up."
" The Stern Papa, his Bank Balance,
his Solemn Blessing, and his deplorable
Habit of Disinheriting — a Warning ta
Heavy Fatheis," illustrated by the
Cinematograph.
"The Art of being a Super-dad,"
showing how a Father should recognise
himself as a Superfluity in the View of
the Rising Generation.
Wo think that a term's attendance,
even as day-parents, at the Academy in
From an account of a speech in 'I lie
Fife Herald :
"Speaking of the gentleman whose death
he had to propose, ho knew that ho hud been
regarded in Dundee as one of the most popular
men in that city, a man who had become
popular in tho execution of his duty."
And this is his reward !
" At Manchester, in the professional handi-
cap, Harry Lambert was in brilliant form,
and after accounting for T.tthain, who con-
coded 15, defeated Bisque in tho final, 6—1,
6—3, 5-7, 6—3."
Johnnie ilunj Kreniiig Chronicle.
Wait till he meets Dedans in the
challenge round.
" Tho Lord Mayor of London remandul the
accused, and assisted tho wife out of the poor
box." — Lirei'imal Kruiiny Kij.re S.
The Lout Mtii/or (alicays polite). Take
my arm, madam.
408
PUNCH, OR THE LONDON CHARIVARI. [NOVEMBER 12, 1913.
INVENTION FOR ATTRACTING THE NOTICE OF POST-OFFICE^ LADIES.
{PATENT APPLIED FOB.)
MR. WALKER-PIONEER.
FULL many a golden bard has sung
How EALEIGH brought the weed
That cheers (and sometimes burns tin
tongue),
And served a world- wide need ;
But not a star that ever shone
Has cast one tiny ray upon
Our Mr. WALKER (name of JOHN),
And his colossal deed.
For, grandly though Sir WALTER strove
And matchless though his might,
The fire he kindled never throve,
Lacking the fuller light ;
His best disciple could but feel
A need beyond the flint and steel :
And WALKER 'twas that rose to heal
This lamentable plight.
Yes, it was he whose ardent will
Came nobly to the scratch ;
He whose indomitable skill
Evolved, at length, the match ;
And, as the goodly tidings spread,
Each earnest smoker rose and said,
" Blessings on Mr. WALKER'S head';
This is indeed a catch."
And soon, with that great victory won
For each that smoked before
There bloomed, like flowers beneath the
sun,
Ten thousand, ay, and more,
Who. revelling in the greater ease
Of matches, not to say fuzees,
Could light up even in a breeze •
That was the greatest score.
And we, from that surpassing start,
Have risen to things supreme ;
For, with these growing numbers, Ar
Took Mixture for her theme,
And, greatly toiling, in the end
Arose to many a perfect blend,
The least of which would far transcenc
Stout EALEIGH'S wildest dream.
Then let us, in these happy days,
Brood gratefully hereon,
And, as we strike the careless blaze,
Eeflect on him who 's gone ;
Eecall to whom we owe the flaire,
And, in a tumult of acclaim,
Uplift the mild but honoured naino
Of Mr. WALKER (JOHN).
DuM-Dujr.
HIEROGLYPHIC FICTION.
THERE are signs that the increasing
tendency of people to bring actions for
lamages because their quite ordinary
names have been made use of in novels
or plays is getting on publishers' nerves.
Something will have to be done about
t, and the only absolutely safe course
s to dispense with names altogether,
burely our halfpenny press could set
he example, in this way :—
OUR FEDILLETOX.
"THE DAY AFTER TO-MORROW."
BY CYRUS PIFFELHEIMEH.
(Special Notice.— All the characters
ppeanng in this remarkable story are
ntirely unreal and not one of the inci-
dents or situations described therein is
taken from life.)
You can commence this absorbing
serial at any time.
Start to-day and yet it over.
This will help you : —
SYNOPSIS
of the chief actors in this thrillin<r
romance : —
•%• The All Star Heroine.
0 A retired Alderman, her father.
t A rising young airman, in love
with •}£• but suspected of murdering
££ A Multi-millionaire found dead
in Chapter II. by
• A super-detective.
? A mysterious adventuress with
ieveral pasts who plots with
! An unspeakable bounder, to ruin 7.
"^P A nutty young nobleman in love
with -X-, ?, and
V A musical comedy actress who
•esides with
A Her mother.
n A chauffeur.
1 A lift-boy.
"On Saturday last an interesting wedding
was solemnized in the parish church the
ontending parties being Charles and
Vmeha ."
A bad beginning.
PUNCH, OE THE LONDON CHARIVARI.— NOVEMHKK 12, 1913.
THE SORROWS OF HUERTA.
MEXICAN PBESIDENT. " WHAT HAVE WE HERE ? "
AMERICAN EAGLE. "THAT, SIR. IS ANOTHER STRONGLY- WORDED REMONSTRANCE."
MEXICAN PRESIDENT. "NO USE TOR IT. I HOPED IT WAS GOING TO BE AN ULTIMATUM."
[It is anticipated that a definite threat of armed intervention on the part of the United States would determine all factions in
J Mexico to unite in the cojimon cause of national independence.]
NOVKMHKU ia, 191D.1 PUNCH, Oil Till-: LONDON MIAIIIVAKI. 411
s
1
Jle. " TKI.L ME, \YHY ABE you so DISTANT TO-DAY? ONLY YESTERDAY is THIS VKBY TLACI: WE WERK GETTINI; ox HO xvi 1.1..'
,*>/;?. "On! THAT I THAT WAS FOB oun CINEMATOGRAPH. DIDN'T THEY TKLL YOU?"
SAMUEL THE SUPERCILIOUS.
SAMUEL lives at the top of Eegent
Street, closo to a rather select post
office. The first call I made upon him
was at two in the morning. " Samuel,
old thing," said I, "give us a stamp."
It is worth while remarking that, had
Samuel heen a coaipany promoter or
a performing elephant, of neither of
whom is it reasonable to ask a postage
stamp at two in the morning, it would
still have heen discourteous on his part
to throw my penny on the pavement.
As I took pains to point out to him, he
was there for the very business on
which I approached him. Stamps
were v^hat he had to sell, and for two
pins I would take his number. I con-
cluded with the remark, possibly ill-
advised, that he was a Jaek-in-uniform.
" Bent or battered coins," said
Samuel, " will not be accepted." I
picked my penny up and brushed it
carefully. It was an old penny, worn
with honest service, and bora the Order
of the Ship and Lighthouse. This, as
I pointed out to Samuel, was a dis-
tinction and not a disability. " When
you are old, Samuel," I said, "I will
write things about you to the news-
papers. Your infirmities shall not
escape the public eye; your untitncss
for the Civil Service shall be duly
advertised, and for the present just you
leave my pennies alone."
It was then that a policeman passed,
so I went home and did not see Samuel
till the following, night. This time 1
fed him with the newest and thickest
and shiniest penny in Marylebone,
which ho promptly threw in the mud.
" That settles it," I said. " I report
you to-morrow. I should send off the
complaint now if only I could get a
stamp out of you. ..."
"Can't you read?" asked Samuel in
a snappy tone. " The notice says plain
enough that I 'in empty."
Last Sunday night at half-past eleven
— not, 1 think, an unreasonable hour —
I paid Samuel my third visit. He was
not looking so bright and perky as
usual, so I determined to give him no
loophole for rudeness ; and, after wish-
ing him a pleasant evening and lots of
business, I produced a painfully re-
spectable penny (la'.e Victorian) and
handed it to him.
He bit it once, and then pushed it
back to me. "Come, come,' said I,
" you know very well there 's nothing
the matter with it."
"That's as may bo," said Samuel
with a sickly scowl; "but there's
something the matter with me. 1 'in
out of order, as you might have known
if you 'd troubled to look."
So the victory at present is with
; Samuel, the slot machine. And I linwe-
I yet to discover whether it is my pennies
j he objects to, or myself, or if he is
'merely touting for half-crowns.
But if he is malingering (as I strongly
1 suspect, for all his symptoms of dis-
' order) and happens to be an insured
person under the Act, let me point
out to Samuel that one of the paitel
doctors for his district is n second
cousin of mine.
At iho moment of writing, the weather
is not very appreciably colder, and we
therefore continue to receive accounts
of robins' nests in motor-bonnets, prim-
roses by the river's brim, and goose-
berries on Dartmoor. But the mo.^t
poignant communication wo have had
is from a husband in Chiswick. " I
wrote to you last week to say that in my
garden I still have blooming violets, -o
mild is the weather; now I beg to in-
form you that, from the same cause, no
doubt, on Tuesday last my wife began
'spring cleaning."
412
PUNCH, OR THE LONDON CHARIVARI. [NOVEMBKB 12, 1913.
ANOTHER LAND GRIEVANCE.
I AM a small landowner. Wait one
moment, please, before ordering me to
the guillotine. I am also a victim of
game-preservers. That ensures me a
temporary reprieve, does it not ?
Let me state my case — which by tho
way has not yet been submitted to the
Liberal, Unionist, or Labour land in-
quiries. My humble estat
of three acres is bounded on
the north by the Marqui
of Bungay, on tho east bj
Sir Granville Toots, on th<
south and west by LOR
Brockstonos. I am sur
rounded by the best game
preserves in England
Cabinet Ministers are
always doing their best in
my locality to diminish the
deadly game plague. The
crack of guns and the click
of cameras are heard all day
long. I make a small, but
appreciable, addition to my
income by charging way-
leaves for Tatter snap-
shotters as they rush from
one shooting party to
another. I have spent
much money on the culti-
vation of my land. Little
I patches of rye and barley
.1 are spread all over it, and
it is enckcled by a ring of
mangolds. Till this season
I h ,ve enjoyed excellent
.sport. The pheasants
esc'.ping from the .battues
around me^co.ngregated on
my little haven of. peace.
I assure you that when I
went shooting-myself it was
necessary to •carry an um-
brella to shield one from
the falling birds.
But now, alas, these
greedy game-kings have
erected fences of wire-
netting twenty feetjijgh
around their preserves.
They have taken, labourers
from the productive work of
there will bo no game unless they
are lucky enough to bag a Taller
snapsliotter.
Can such things be in free England?
Unless all the gamekeepers are taken
from their usual work and set to raising
food for the people the happy natural
life of the countryside is doomed.
I appeal to the great CHANCELLOR,
the Little Brother of the Poor, for help.
THE NEW CITY.
THE complete annihilation of Tam-
many Hall has had — pending its resur-
rection— an astonishing effect upon New
York and its people. Boss MURPHY is
in such a state of collapse that he
cannot now take anything, excepting
his defeat and occasionally a little bread
and milk.
KEATS ON THE MEXICAN DIFFICULTY.
(With Variations.)
[President WooDnow WILSON and his Foreign Secretary Mr WILLIAM
JENNINGS BBYAN.]
So, like stout COKTEZ, with spread-eagle eyes,
He viewed the unpacific ; and W. JEN. "
Gazed at his leader with a wild surmise,
Chatty upon a peak in Darien.
tilling the .soil and. stationed them
round my borders to "hish" back any
pheasant which desires to pay me a
friendly visit. My melancholy mangolds
stand unpecked — that is -good blank
verse, by the way. Base-gamekeepers
taunt me over the boundary as they go
their rounds. And I have arranged my
annual shooting-party for next week.
My tailor had promised, to come. Mv
On the other hand, the new
Mayor, Mr. JOHN MITCHEL,
begins his term of office full
o£ righteous enthusiasm;
ho has already instituted a
pretty little custom of
gathering his officials to-
gether at the beginning of
the day's work and reading
to them choice extracts from
LONGFELLOW, EMERSON, and
ELLA WHEELER WILCOX.
To tho English visitor
the alteration most ap-
parent is that in the con-
duct of the police. "Con-
stable," said a gentleman
(obviously English, from
his foreign accent and the
shape of his boots) to a
police inspector in Maddison
Square, " will you be good
enough to direct me to 174th
Street ? " For a moment or
two tho burly official was
overcome, and could hardly
restrain his feelings ; but
ultimately his better nature
conquered, and, keeping his
hands strictly behind him,
he replied courteously,
" Sure ; go right on and
you '11 find it between 173rd
Street and 175th Street."
A touching story of the
changed character of
another police official comes
from the Bowery district.
A gambling-saloon keeper
met him one evening, and
with a cordial wink pressed
a roll of greenbacks into the
hand of the guardian of
public morals. Shrinking
back as if he had touched a
viper, the policeman. threw
- - Yipci, tue puiiueiiJiiu . imtJW
1 appeal to Captain PRETYMAN, the : the notes into the gutter, then, drawing
.Big brother of the Dukes, to save the his bludgeon, he felled the saloon-keeper
ristocracy from the .consequences of to the ground, saying firmly but kindly
their own greed. If all fails I must; as he did so, "Sonny, I'm not taking
take to violent measures, as most politi- ! any."
cians seem to do nowadays. I will call in ! .
the aid of Mrs PANKHURST, the Mother- From a notice of the Chemical
n-law of the People, and arrange for a ; Society's publications :--
Sufiragette demonstration on my estate. "Conversion of orthoni
Ihen, when everv nheasant-, koa flnrl fmm mrariinmiiuwi'iiai: n?,,.»,
orthonitroamines into
mi °, """•" uonversion or ortnomtroami
Inen, when every pheasant has fled from oxadiazoleoxides (Furazaucoxides)."
t- lift n isf,~p]f»f: flip AT a ivn-iio j-if"R.i>- ».- QI.. ; rut i i_* *__ i i (
. *,, , 7 "»J i every pneasantnasnedlrom oxadiazoleoxides (Furazaueoxides)."
,d consented to set off a the district, the Marquis of Bungay, Sir j The explanation in brackets is perhaps
his bill. All my club Granv.lle Toots, and Lord Brockstones hardly necessary, but it may be wel-
acquaintances to whom I owe & debt will appeal for mercv. and T shall sf.m-nK, I ™r ... J . „ ;„„
of hospitality will be there. And yet
joiiui^ iicut:&&ciL y , uuu 10 i^iay uo vvcr
will appeal for mercy, and I shall sternly corned by some of our more ignorant
•finlv " TYirt Info f™ Ini^ " __ j J
reply, " Too late— too late."
readers.
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413
Publisher (to humorous artist wlto is shoiviiuj him some "side-splitters"). "Ann TI;VSE nuMonons DBAWINQS?"
Artist. " YES— EB " Piiblislier. "You DO THEM FOB AMUSEMENT, I SUPPOSE?" Artist. "On! .vo— I-
Publishcr. "WELL, THEY DON'T AMUSE ME EITHER!"
THE DONGO.
A RHYME OF REVOLT.
(Vide Press -passim)
I'sing tJic delectable Dongo,
The national dance of the Pongo,
Who dwell on ths banks of the Con-go.
Historical.
'TwAs danced before great RHAMVSI-
NITUS ;
It horrified the Emperor TITUS ;
It soothed the last hours of ST. Vrrus;
It; was the joy of AGRIPPINA,
The EMPRESS-DOWAGEU OF CHINA,
SEMIRAMIS, ANACREON
And, just a little later on,
JIM LARKIN and AUGUSTUS JOHN ;
But not, perhaps, of ANNIE SWAN.
Geographical.
It cheers the natives of Gaboon ;
Tarantulates the mild Walloon ;
It makes the Englishman less rigid,
The chilly Eskimo less frigid,
And gives the boon of perfect manners
To sons and daughters of nieat-canners.
Therapeutic.
It cures club-feat, arthritis, mumps,
Expels the doldrums and the dumps ;
It dries up water on the brain ;
It brings delusion to the sane.
Economic.
It finds employment for the freak ;
It makes poor Mrs. Grundy shriek ;
It frees from their financial kinks
Owners of unfrequented rinks,
And causes their confiding friend 3
To thrill with hopes of dividends ;
It fills, when other diet palls,
The restaurants and music-halls ;
And even weans our golfing nuts
From prattling of their drives and putts.
Ethical.
It shows in an engaging shape
The antics of the human ape ;
Inkslinging pedants it impels
To search for classic parallels ;
And very nearly, but not quite,
Wins sympathy for ALMROTH WRIGHT,
It spurs dilapidated satyrs
To tear stale passions into tatters ;
It fires the measly amorist
To tell of kisses never kissed ;
It turns the tsa- or dinner-tablo
Into a bounding blithering babel ;
Teaches photographers to blush
And Hoods the press with rancid gush
Revels triumphant in the void,
Till Reason's still small voice is
drowned
In billows of insensate sound,
And Drivel, shear and unalloyed.
" We were 173 miles oast of Belle I»le, and
proceeding at very slow speed, when the
officer on the look-out on the sternhead re-
ported the presence of an iceberg, which was
easily avoided." — Glasgow Herald.
A stern chase is a long chase, and most
of these icebergs are under-engined.
From a local paper: —
"Taylor told how he concealed himself at
night-time, and at an opportune moment
fronted the defendant. He found two rabbits
in his possession. Later on ho picked up
seven snakes."
It was a kindly act, for they had been
bothering the defendant a good deal.
Mr. AUSTEN CHAMBERLAIN on Home
Rule :—
"Mr. Gladstone suddenly declared his
conversion, and the bulk of the Literal purty
. . . found salvation, and were baptised by
quadroons and platoons." — Daily Telegraph.
The coloured gentlemen coming first.
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THE LAST SMOKE.
" I HAVE made up my mind," I said.
•• Absolutely and irrevocably ? " said Francesca.
'• Yes, absolutely and irrevocably."
" I 'in glad to hear that," she said, " because sometimes,
when you've merely made up your mind, 'you've gone back
on it, you know."
" What strange language is this? " I said. " How can a
man go back on his mind? Minds do not lend themselves
to that sort of thing."
" Don't they?" she said. " I know one that gives itself.'
"Francesca," I said, "we will not' quibble any more.
I want you to realise that I have made up my mind to
give up smoking." I paused to watch the effect of this
announcement. Nothing happened. The clock went on
ticking. The Pekinese dog continued to snore. Francesca
did not cease to sew.
'• 1 have decided to give up smoking," I repeated.
" Well," she said, " there 's nothing in that."
" Nothing in that ? " I cried. " The whole world is in it.
Here am I, changing the entire course of my life, sacrificing
something that is very dear to me, deciding to make myself
extremely miserable, and you sit there doing a piece of
absurd plain sewing and tell me there's nothing in it. It's
enough to make a saint selfish."
" We won't worry about saints," she sa'd ; " they don't
come into the question."
" There you go again," I said ; " you refuse to allow me
the least little bit of credit."
" All I wished to 'point out was that this is the tenth
time to my certain knowledge that you 've decided to give
up smoking."
" What of that? " I said. "If it's a good thing to do
you can't do it too often. And, anyhow, the other nine
times weren't nearly so strong and determined as this one.
This, Francesca, is the real thing."
"And that, I suppose, 4s why you are at this moment
smoking a cigarette."
" Francesca," I said, " you have an eagle eye. Nothing
can escape you. I had not noticed — I mean, I lit it
without — that is, it's my last cigarette. You wouldn't
rob a man of his last cigarette, would you ? Please look
well at this cigarette before it 's too late, for it is my last.
There — it 's gone. You '11 never see it again — unless 1
make it the last but one, and then it won't be the same,
will it ? Still, I think that 's the best way. I really do
want j'ou to notice the whole of my definitely last cigarette
so that you may some day tell the children all about it."
"No, you don't," said Francesca, and she seized the
cigarette box.
" Francesca," I said, " I am surprised at yon. Is it kind,
is it even ladylike, to pounce upon a gentleman's cigarettes
at the very moment when he was about to bid them a
last fare well?"
" I am defending the gentleman against himself," she
said.
" But the gentleman doesn't want to be defended by you.
He feels that you are not acting in accordance with the
dictates of your better nature ; that you 're putting yourself
brward ; that in calmer moments you '11 be sorry for what
you 're doing ; that you ought to show greater confidence in
iis strength of will ; that "
" You may 'say what you like." she said, " but you 're not
;oing to have this box."
"Then," I said, "I will have your work-basket," and I
removed it and her work from her side.
I was hemming a handkerchief for you," she said.
" And I was going to smoko an absolutely final cigarette
solely to give you pleasure. How can a man give up
smoking unless he smokes an absolutely final cigarette? "
" You 've done that," she said.
"No," I sair], " it was intended to be the last, but, when
you refused to watch it, it became the last but one."
" We'll put olf the last indefinitely," she said.
" Well," I said, " you can have your old work-basket
back, and you can keep my cigarette box, and I '11 give up
smoking — jiofc voluntarily, but under compulsion — under
your compulsion, remember — and whenever I feel wretched
about it and pine for a smoke and can't get it I shall put
it all down to you."
" I refuse to be intimidated," she said.
" I 'in not intimidating you. I 'm merely telling you
what kind of a happy home we 're going to have unless you
give me back my cigarettes and allow me to give up
smoking of my own free will and in my own way."
" Take your old cigarettes," she said ; " I 'm sure I don't
want them. Only don't you ever talk to me again about
the weakness of women."
" Francesca," I said, " you have done a noble action.
Observe, I take one — only one — cigarette out of the box.
I close the box and push it away, for I have done with it
for ever. I now light the one cigarette — puff— putf— and
there you are. I 've given up smoking at last, and 1 've
done it entirely for your sake — because you did waut me to
give it up, didn't you? You felt I was smoking too much,
and you couldn't help trying to save rue, could you ? And
now you 've saved me."
At this moment tea was announced.
" Come on," said Francesca cheerfully, " let 's go into the
drawing-room and give up afternoon tea for ever arid ever,
absolutely and finally. It 's all ready." E. G. L.
MAMMOTHS.
UP and down the high woods, up and down the low,
Must 'a' gone a-hunting morts of years ago ;
When the beaver whistled, when the aurochs ran,
Must 'a' been a-hunting when the world began.
For I half remember (tusk on kingly tusk)
How I 've seen the mammoths moving through the dusk,
Mammoths all a-marching, terrible to see,
Through an awful oak-wood glooming ghoulishly.
Shadows huge and hairy, as the day was done,
Somehow I remember, walking one by one,
Bulls grotesque and solemn pulling boughs in halves,
Eunning 'neath their mothers little idiot calves.
Lumping through the oak-swamp, vast and dim and grey,
I have watched the mammoths pass at dusk of day ;
Through the quaking hollow, through the tree-trunks
stark,
Gleams of mighty ivory breaking up the dark.
That 's the way I dream it, that 's the way I know,
Must 'a' gone a-hunting years and years ago,
For I 've seen the mammoths — 'tisn't you that could —
Moving like cathedrals through a dreadful wood.
" Smoking room contains a vast number o£ trophies of tho chase,
ncluding buffalo horns, cane furniture, card and occasional tables,
rocking chair, arm chairs, carpet, rugs, skins, brass ornaments, has-
socks, ferns and palms in tubs."— Adi-t. in " East African Standard."
Only yesterday we followed the spoor of a hassock for some
miles over Hampstead Heath, but at Golder's Green the
beast winded us, and we had to return with nothing but
a couple of occasional tables in tho bag.
NOVEMBER 12, 1913.]
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413
v
THE RIFLE SUPERSEDED.
id in a daily paper a statement to the effect that " Miss Emmy Dcstinn, the famous prlma donna, conquered ton
Dice at Babelsburg, near Berlin," I beg to send you a sketch, done by a friend, of a somewhat similar incident which
Sin, — Having read i
fierce lions with her voice i
occurred to me on my recent concert tour in East Africa, when unexpectedly encountering a troop of lions. The music employed was a
selection from STRAUSS, sung in rag-time. But for a slight cold which affected my low notes I am confident that I could have bagged
the whole family. I am yours truly,
Royal Opera House, Mombasa. Toxio SPAGHETTI.
AN IMPOSSIBLE INTERVIEW.
THE advertisement manager of the
influential journal requested the depu-
tation of West End shopkeepers to be
shown in.
They entered. They were dazzling
in frock coats and tall hats, but a few
of the younger bloods wore tweeds to
show tbat they belonged to a new and
more flexible generation.
"What can I do for you?" the
manager asked.
" It 's like this," said the spokesman.
" It is now November. What we want
is that the public mind should be
imbued as early as possible with the
idea of the approach of Christmas."
"But surely wo are all aware of
that ? "
" Yes, but I do not refer to Christmas
purely as Christinas."
" Qud Christmas," put in one of the
younger bloods who had been to a
public school.
"Exactly," said the spokesman a
little uncertainly. " Not Christmas
purely as Christmas, but Christmas as
a season for the exercise of unwonted
generosity."
" But that is the general conception
of it," said the manager, "is it not?"
" It may be, but we have reached
a period in the world's development
when one cannot say a thing too often
or too emphatically."
" Yes," said another of the younger
bloods, "what we want is the importance
of this Christmas generosity jolly well
rubbed in, don't you know ? "
" Precisely," said the spokesman.
" Now, a series of articles and reminders
from you would do wonders for us. A
paragraph here, a column there, point-
ing out that present-giving is to be
more than ever fashionable."
" Yes,"said another of the tweed suits,
" a list of nobs seen yesterday in Bond
Street and Piccadilly, don't you know ?
A word as to what Lord Lummey is
giving the Marchioness of Milkshire.
And so on."
"Because," said a fourth, "there's
nothing that bucks up the ordinary
ruck of people so much as knowing that
they 're 'in a nutty movement. That 's
what we want you to do. To keep on
hammering away for the next few weeks
at the Christmas -present rage. To
make generosity the thing. Nothing
more. It 's quite easy."
" Will you ? " asked the spokesman.
" It might be done," said the manager,
" as it 's not beyond the bounds of possi-
bility. But what . . .?"
" Our society has plenty of funds,"
said the spokesman. " We wish to put
the thing on a commercial basis."
"Ah," said the manager, "then I
daresay something may be done. After
all, it is a season of friendliness and
good cheer, is it not ? Liberality should
be rampant then, if ever it is. Good
afternoon; good afternoon. You will
hear from me very shortly."
So now, as this is a wholly im-
possible conversation, you will know
what not to expect.
416
PUNCH, OK TIIK LONDON CHARIVARI. [NOVEMBER 12, 1913.
AT THE PLAY.
-THK PI-HSUIT OF PA.MKLA.''
Tm: lady was both pursuer and pur-
sued. The hero she was afier (with an
ingenuousness often found on the stage,
iniil in tliis case said to ho duo to
her upbringing in the back-blocks of
Amerii-a) \\as that pleasant waster,
.l/dii (liTitnu' : the villain after her was
her aewly-aoquired husband, ,/.>///<
Dodib'i. 1'iuin-lii had not met the
elderly and repulsive Dodder for six
\ears before their marriage, and she
had heeoino his wife simply to escape
wedded life was quite happy unti
five minutes after the ceremony
when, having presented her with
cheque-book, and told her that she hat
plenty of money of her own ("Bride
yroom to Bride— a cheque-book"), Jotn
Dodder tried to kiss her. Indignanth
Pamela jumped on her horse and rod
away with the cheque-book. I suppose
(though we aro not told so definitely
she rode to the nearest bank, and \
should much have liked to be presen
at the cashing of the ingenuous
Pamela's first cheque — " Pay Me
£1,000" — by the even more ingenuous
bank manager. But no matter. The
great thing was that she embarked witl
a suitable wardrobe for Honolulu, am
on the boat met Alan Greame. Undei
the impression that she was a widow
Alan made love to her, and under the
impression that marriage ceremonies
meant nothing (except perhaps cheque-
books), Pamela made love to him. Of
course, as soon as ho heard of John
Dodder he was all remorse; and in
order not to compromise her — which
was an expression Pamela did not
understand — he escaped to Japan.
Pamela followed. Again, in her in-
genuousness, she offered herself to him;
again, determined not to take advan-
tage of it, he withstood her. They
parted for ever ; she shamed and angry,
he miserable.
So far, excellent. The first two Acts
make a delightful entertainment. Mr.
C. B. FERNALD has provided Greame
with an extraordinary number of good
things to say, and no one can say them
so effectively as Mr. DENNIS EADIE,
no one respond to them so charmingly
as Miss GLADYS COOPER. Mr. FEHNALD
is a man of wit ; I take off my hat to
him. But in the last two Acts he
becomes more serious, and reluctantly
I put my hat on again. (1 hate writing
in a hat.)
Act III. of this geographical play
finds Pamela at Hong-Kong. She
may as well go there as anywhere
else— particularly as her visit serves
to introduce us to a delightful Chinese
gentleman, Mr. AZOOMA SHEKO; but
it is a shock to (ind that Grcu/nc
is there too. You '11 never guess why.
He is starting on a Polar expedition;
and in order to come on in this Act he
stalls from the port to which Pamela
has lied. By this time he has thrown
his morals overboard; and, when he
accidentally comes across Pamela, he
throws the expedition overheard too,
and suggests that she should como to
Italy with him. However, Mr.FEKNALi)
will have to get Italy into some oilier
play, for Pamela refuses. Poor dear,
she only wanted a little persuasion, and
from the hack-blocks. However, their I was longing to shout to Alan, "Pick
her up in your arms, man, and carry
THE FAVOURITE "PURSUIT
PAMELA."
OF
Pamela (Miss GLADYS CCOPEB) to Alan
Greame (Mr. DENNIS EADIE). " 0, Alan, I do
so feel like fishing."
her out." But the cold-blooded Pole
explorer only stood and said sternly,
" Once more, are you coming or are you
not? " No wonder she hesitated. Even
John Dodder could have wooed her
letter than that.
A poor Third Act; and the Fourth
was as poor. It is three years later, and
Atau, returning from the Polar Expedi-
;ion where he had been "staggering
along the sky-line with a comrade on
liis back" (these details never sound
mpressive in a theatre), is dying in
Canada of inanition. His pulse is only
sixty when it really ought to be
seventy. (I need hardly say that I
mmediately got out my watch and, as
yell as I could in the dark, tried to
ime my own pulse, which, to my
lorror, seemed aboutfifty-five.) Pamela,
now a widow (of course), follows him ;'
and there is a long scene in which,
landing behind his sick chair, she
pretends (with only an occasional dis
guise of voice) to be his new nurse. By
and-by she tells him who she is, ana
•then he jumps vip and embraces her
It is obvious that his pulse will now
get back to seventy . . . and I
an
glad to say that, with the lights on, my
own got hack safely to seventy-two. '
It is a pity that a play which began
so well should have ended so badly
The acting is good. Mr. DENNIS EADII
doss not make a passionate lover, bul
perhaps Alan could never have been
that. In other respects he was excellent
Miss GLADYS COOPER surprised me;
I had no idea that she could make such
a true and pathetic figure of the Hong-
Kong Pamela. Sho played beautifully
throughout in a long and difficultpart. I
must say a word for Miss AYA YAWADA,
a charming little Japanese actress with
nothing to say and a most attractive
way of not saying it. Not quite nothing,
though, forshe had learnt a little English
in the last two Acts and could make it
sound entirely delightful. Having my
hat still on I take it off again to Miss
GLADYS COOPER ; and once more to
Mr. FERNALD'S wit. I hope that one
day it may play round a scenario
more worthy of it. M.
A TEIEE.
I 'si only five foot and a bit ;
My name as a flapper was " Plumpie ; ' '
And, between you and me, I admit
My shape 's still a little bit stumpy ;
But oh ! I 've a passion
For up-to-date fashion,
And such is my craving for "chic "
That I load up my figure
With all that 's de riyueur
And pass in the crowd, with a kick.
My muff makes the other girls sulk,
It 's almost as big as myself;
My furs are enormous in bulk,
They stand from my chest like a shelf ;
But I leave them untied
For fear they should hide
My neck, in the lowest of V's,
"Unveiled by a fichu,
Ar.d that's why (a-tishu)
[ often give vent to a sneeze.
My hat covers most of my face,
I only see out of one eye ;
My stockings are gossamer lace,
My heels are p.odigiously high ;
My skirt clings and tapers,
Prohibiting capers
In spite of the orthodox slit ;
In short, from shoe leather,
To top-gallant feather,
I 'm doing my best to be It.
The Journalistic Touch.
' Her breadth of mind was masculine iu its
depth."— T. I'.'s Weekly.
NOVEMDEH 12, 191.T] PUNCH, OR THK LONDON CHARIVARI.
417
Customer (after competing purcltase). "BY THE WAY, HAVE YOU GOT A TIHE-TABLB I COULD LOOK AT?''
Antique Healer (mt',i air of gentle relulcc). "NOT A MODEBN ONE, SIB."
OUR BOOKING-OFFICE.
(By Mr. Punch's Staff of Learned Clerks.)
THERE is a "reading without tears," but it is not the
reading of this book, ScM's Last Expedition, published in
two volumes by SMITH, ELDER. The first volume gives us
the journals of Captain SCOTT ; the second, the reports of the
journeys of other members of the Expedition. There is
courage and strength and loyalty and love shining out of the
second volume no less than out of the first ; there were gallant
gentlemen who lived as well as gallant gentlemen who
died; but it is the story of SCOTT, told by himself, which
will give the book a place among the great books of the
world. That story logins in November, 1910, and ends on
March 29, 1912 ; and it is because, when you come to the
end, you will have lived with SCOTT for sixteen months,
that you will not be able to read the last pages without
tears. That Message to the Public was heart-rending
enough when it first came to us, but it was as the story of
how a great hero fell that we read it; now it is just the
tale of how a doar friend died. To have read tin's book
is to have known SCOTT ; and, if I were asked to describe
him, I think I should use some such words a? those
which, six months before ho died, he used of the gallant
gentleman who went with him, " BILL" WILSON. " Words
must always fail me when I talk of him," he wrote ;
" I believe ho really is the finest character I ever met —
the closer one gets to him the more there is to admire.
Kvery quality is so solid and dependable. Whatever the
matter, one knows Bill will lie sound, shrewdly practical,
intensely loyal, and quite unselfish." That is true of
WILSON, if SCOTT says so, for he knew men ; but most of it
is also true of SCOTT himself. I have never met a more
beautiful character than that which is revealed unconsci-
ously in these journals. His humanity, his courage, his
faith, his steadfastness, above all, his simplicity, mark him
as a man among men. It is because of his simplicity that
his last message, the last entries in his diary, his last
letters, are of such undying beauty. The letter of consola-
tion (and almost of apology) which, on the verge of death,
ho wrote to Mrs. WILBON, wife of the man dying at his
side, may well be SCOTT'S monument. He could have no
finer. And ho has raised a monument to those other gallant
gentlemen who died— WILSON, GATES, BOWEHS, EVANS.
They are all drawn for us clearly by him in these pages ;
they stand out unmistakably. They too come to be friends
of ours, their death is as noble and as heart-breaking.
And there were gallant gentlemen, I said, who lived— you
may read amazing stories of them. Indeed, it is a wondei ful
tale of manliness that these two volumes tell us. I put
them down now ; but I have been for a few days in the
company of the brave . . . and every hour with them has
made mo more proud for those who died and more humble
for myself.
Few readers of Punch should at this date require an
introduction to Mr. ANTHONY DEANE, but if such there bo
I have here a volume of little papers brought together
under the title of In My Stiuly (NISBET) that will furnish
them with an excellent occasion for making his acquaintance.
418
PUNCH, OR THE LONDON CHARIVARI.
[NOVEMBER 12, 1913.
Those especially who like to sec what a Denial and cultivated j with intervals of the Regency of GKORGE, PRINCE OF WALES,
writer can make of a great variety of subjects will enjoy : a dozen years of the Premiership of Lord NORTH, with the
these scholarly trifles. It was, I think, another kind of Marquis of BUTE, Lord ROCKINGHAM, Lord GRENVILLE, and
dean to whom our school hooks always used to refer as the the Duke of GRAFTOX successively in high places. The period
•• Witty Divine." At his best, this D'KAXK is certainly well covered by the Ministry of Lord NORTH was perhaps the
worthy of the epithet, though his wit is perhaps more ; inost disastrous in the history of "this Realm, this England."
gentle than pungent — as indeed befits papers reprinted from The American Colonies had been stupidly driven into
The Treasury, lie has the eye of the expert for unconscious rebellion. With a mutinous army, a leaking fleet kept
humour in others; though I am not quite sure that I believe manned by the agency of the press-gang, a starving popula-
in the delicious quotation that lie gives from a hand-book to [ ticn breaking out in riot, England was, at the same time
oratory, which, by the omission of brackets enclosing the at war with France and Spain. For its guidance the'
last three words, was made to read: "Sir, — Having been ' country needed a man like PITT; the KING imposed upon
a lifelong Conservative or Liberal, according to circum-'it Lord NORTH. In place of an eagle fluttered a pigeon
stances." 1 am afraid that this sounds almost too fortunate , The only excuse for NORTH was that he never sought the
to be true. It is in a paper called "At a Railway j post thrust upon him and was always whining confessions
Bookstall"; and I can imagine few more suitable volumes of his hopeless incapacity to fulfil ;fo -i^™ mu_j. .-.
you could master one
look inhospitable. Or
the chatty and enter-
taining company of Mr.
DEANE for the length
of your journey. It
would be money well
laid out. Not for noth-
ing is the paper wrap-
per of the book de-
corated with a picture
of an elderly gentleman
in wig and ruffles ; the
eighteenth-century
flavour which should
pertain to every good
essay is very tastable
in these pleasant com-
positions and the per-
sonality that they re-
veal.
"PARROT SAVES FAMILY."
THE MAN WHO DERIVES HIS NEWS SOLELY FROM THE CONTENTS BILLS MAY SOI
ALWAYS GET AT THE FACTS, BUT HE RECEIVES A STIMULUS TO HIS IMAGINATION.
eighteenth-century
drama. Amongst them
is one of JOHN WILKES,
painted by JOHN PIXE.
The memory of WJLKKS
is partly kept green by
the fame of exceptional
ugliness. He is here
presented as a bright-
faced, intellectual,
almost handsome man.
Daniil Alu-ay was
quite the most obliging
fellow I ever met, but
also the most mis-
guided. Ho regarded
marriage solely as a
means of assisting the
opposite ssx, and no
sooner did he discover
Polly Kay to be in
trouble than he offered
himself as a husband
to get her out. Being
of a less impulsively
In rare access of
lucidity and forceful-
ness, GEORGE III.
summed up in a sent-
ence the character of
his long-time favourite
(because always obse-
quious) Minister, Lord NORTH "He is," said his : almost wish, that Polly had survived the wecklmg ceren
and Agatha, the beloved of Daniel. Upon Number One
discovering the plight of Number Two it was clearly desir-
able, as a first step at any rate, for him to question Number
Three, with a horsewhip if necessary, as to his intentions
before undertaking the burden of his sins and giving the
go-by to Number Four. Weston's subsequent conduct
shows that pressure would probably have induced him to
do the proper thing; and you may be sure that Polly would
have been happiei with a brute, who had at least wronged
her at the instance of a passion for herself, than as the life-
long wife of a cold-blooded hero who married her only from
a sense of duty to human kind. However, by the inter-
xmn f i<-\r\ /-if T>>.n..!,l ~\ t i i i . •'.
r -- — jr**«»vw»»M »>^ll-wlOpU3OU \Yt5llIJtJL
goaded into a reluctant ineffective attitude of self-defence "
these shrewd appreciations so accurately and fully describe
the personages named that his two portly volumes— Lord
N -—
—
—yaA published by ARTHUR HUMPHREYS
HREY
seem almost superfluous. Nevertheless the reader endowed
with leisure will find himself well rewarded by devoting it
to a close study of them. Steeped in knowledge of the
jeorgmn qjoch, Mr. LUCAS has produced a work that will
lave permanent value among English histories. If a fault
may be hinted at, it is that so full is his wallet of biographical
and critical scraps that he is inclined to be too generous in
distributing them.
Having read every paee of both volnr , fi „, '!"Se , ^uty to human kind- However, by the inter-
inmymLmarve^t^rlare1;.^!^^ a' n^io™ S^ltSEuuTSaS *" ^ ' T^ ^ *'!
could survive nearly sixty years of tl,e reiL nf a », l^,1* S'10uld • and here ls au honest and happy tale of
naon
could survive nearly sixty years of the reign of GEORGE vugeWe
NOVKMBKB 19, 1913.] PUNCH, OR THE LONDON CHARIVARI.
419
CHARIVARIA.
MR. HAIIKY LAUDEK
man are prophesying that the reign of
tho Tango will be extraordinarily short,
is to receive for it is being discovered that this dance
from a Glasgow music-hall a salary of I is not necessarily improper.
£1,125 a week. We shall not be sur- . ;:
prised if this leads to an agitation There is evidently still a considerable
among tho admirers of Mr. LLOYD amount of ignorance in the minds of
GEOUCIK in favour of his stipend being most persons as to tho correct form of
raised to enable the CHANCKLLOB to 'Tango. A friend of ours who, though
resist a temptation which
must be very appealing to a
comparatively poor man.
TO BRIGHTEN FOOTBALL.
(Appropriate designs for goal and costume of goal-keeper.)
Said Mr. LLOYD GEOUGE
at Middlesbrough, "I am
confining myself to the
land." Wo must be thank-
ful for small mercies.
Fortunately Mr. WINSTON
CHUUCHILL won't let him
have the sea.
•'.•• •'.-
A thoughtful person, a
great admirer of Lord
CBEWE, writes to suggest
that Mr. CHURCHILL was
guilty of a grave error' in
allowing The Empress of
India to bo shot at and
destroyed the other day.
The effect of this in our
great Eastern dependency
will, he declares, be
deplorable. .;. ...
Mr. ALAN OSTLER has
been trying, to discover the
source whence the MAD
MULLAH obtains his arms.
Some, he finds, are taken
from the friendly tribes who
are supplied by us with
rifles. As tax-payers we
would suggest that in future
the War Office should place
on each of these a distinctly-
printed label " NOT TO BE
TAKEN." f, ,.
*
Now that a precedent has
been made, it is anticipated
that many London boroughs
will in the future choose men
of colour for their Mayors,
seeing that they show the
dirt so far less than the white kind —
which is quite a consideration in a city
like ours. % ^
*
Reading that Mr. ALFRED BUTT had
last week " agreed to release Mile. GABY
DESLYS " so that she could sail for
America, a dear old lady remarked that
she had no idea that the impudent
little baggage had been sent to prison,
and she hoped it would be a lesson to
her. * „,
*
Those who know their modern young
VOL. cxr.v.
"VILLA."
"HOTSPUB."
he had had no time to take lessons in
the new dance, yet liked to be in the
movement, went through his callisthcnic
exercises in the ball-room, the other
evening, with the greatest success.
* *
*
"GREEN-ROOM GOSSIP.
THE BEVIVAL OP THE CIBCUS;
MR. SHAW'S NEW PLAYS."
Daily Express.
It started, of course, with Androclcs
and the Lion, but it seems rather a
pity for Mr. SHAW to be carrying the
menagerie idea still further.
Reports as to recruiting continue to
be disappointing, and the London
General Omnibus Company is still
searching for a satisfactory life-guard.
There is no pleasing some peopb. A
dignified old gentleman of our acquaint-
ance collided with a tram-car tho other
day, and was thrown off by its cow-
catcher. Ho flew nit i a
temper, and declared that
ho would far rather have
been run over than chucked
aside like a piece of dirt.
An account, in The
Buckingham Express, of a
football match winds up
with the following words: —
" The goal-keeper stood in
commanding attitude in the
centre of the goal as if he
was Julius Caesar, when
that famous Boman com-
manded the waves to fall
back. That kind of busi-
ness didn't stop the ball,
though." Even the ball
knew better.
***
Criticism of our music-
halls shows no signs of
abating. A contemporary
has now taken exception
to a parade of corset models
which is a feature of one of
them. If this parade is
anything like an illustrated
advertisement of ladies'
underclothing published by
our contemporary in the
same issue as the com-
plaint, it certainly ought to
be stopped. ... *
It has been suggested
that, with a view to the
relief of traffic congestion
in London, slow and heavy
vehicles should be allowed
in the streets at night only.
After all, persons living
on the main thoroughfares
could, we suppose, if ne-
cessary, go to bed during
the daytime instead of at night.
tfjf
Among recent arrivals at the Zoo
there is, if you please, a " Lion-faced
Ape." Up to the present the news
has been kept from the lions, as they
are so touchy.
"Asked if he would not do a lot to alter
people's raids, the Chancellor said : * Not as
long as these people are going on like this.' "
Standard.
Anyhow, he had better leave it to his
friends the doctors.
420
PUNCH, OR THE LONDON CHARIVARI. [NOVEMBER 19, 1913.
"THE LOVE LETTERS OF
A DUCHESS."
AMAZING SELF-RE VIOLATIONS.
BY the courtesy of the Editor of Tli"
TimiU.iIi lu'vifw wo aro enabled to
present our readers with a few choice
extracts from the next instalment of
the Love Letters of the Duchess of
Hilgewater now appearing in that fear-
less and exuberant periodical. It is
the boast of the Editor that every
article in \\\allccieic is true to its name
— that it makes the reader " tingle with
ecstatic spirituality." How nobly hj
fulfils this vaunt may be gathered from
the subjoined extracts. We would gladly
quote the entire instalment, did not the
laws of copyright forbid. It should bo
explained that the Duchess of Bilge-
water is the nom de guerre of a beautiful
lady who has recently been sojourning
in Egypt with her husband, .and that
the letters are addressed to a famous
politician, detained in London by his
Parliamentary duties, whose arrival she
is shortly expecting.
XXI.
" I am sitting, Beloved, in the psrgola
of the Pandemonium Hotel in my
thinnest X-ray nainsook clothes, writ-
ing in our love- book for you, gazing on
the Pyramid of CHEOPS, the poinsettias
and the bougainvilleas, while you, poor
dearest, are toiling for your Party at
by-elections, growing more grey and
haggaid with each speech. ; . .Some-
times you assume an entirely boyish
aspect, but when you are tired your
face becomes strangely dimmed, and
your raven hair ssems silvered all over
instead of only faintly touched with grey
— a touch that perhaps contributes to
the extreme distinction of your appear-
ance and enhances your resemblance
to GEOBGE ALEXANDER. . '. . But, to
return to flowers, the Liliiim auratum
is to me the most enthralling of all
things that grow. Its scent is the
most passionate thing I know, except
the curve of your lips and your proud
petulant nostrils. (You must come !) "
XXVII.
HICHENS — you remember our goin"
to see his Bella Donna together— is an
impostor. He says that the Sphinx
does not care. It is a base and horri-
ble blasphemy. She cares deeply and
tremendously for you and me. She
ias told me so, in a low muffled
neratic whisper, and she is waiting in
a tense expectancy for your arrival on
hese immemorial shores, to crown you
pictator of the Delta, Sovereign of the
budan, and Archimandrite of Abyssinia
"6^ "'
xxxiv.
" O mate of my heart, master of my
medulla, captain of my cerebellum, I
cannot live without you. Why di
you let me go ? . . . You must come
you must come ; you must come. ; yo
must com?,. How I thank dear FILSO
YOUNG for teaching me the true us
of italics ! They are the only rea
intensifies of emotion, the sparkin
plugs of passion, the accelerators o
the human combustion engine ! You
You ! "
XLI.
" Before you go, we must ba in Cain
together. You must see the Pyramid
by day and the Sphinx by moonlight
or perhaps I should say, the Minx bj
spoon-light, for I shall be with you
And we will take twin donkeys tha
will never want to leave each other's
side, not twin screws, but real wik
asses of the dessrt, with twin donkey
boys, little brown Bedouins, and we '1
picnic on caviare and crime de Mcnthe
and recite MATTHEW ARNOLD'S " My-
cerinus " in alternate lines to an accom-
paniment of twin tom-toms. Beloved
we will ! . . ."
LII.
" There are so many fascinating
places to visit — Karnak and Luxor and
Port Said. One day we will bathe in
the Suez Canal, and another day we
will motor to the Tombs of the Queens.
We will take no dragoman, for I know
it all by heart — AMENHOTEP and SETI
and the Tarbooshes and the Khotir-
hashes and the dahabeeyahs and the
shadoofs and the scarabs and the Arabs.
I will introduce you to them all, and
I shall say to them in the lovely words
of the Etruscan Phuphluns, ' Ulat tana-
larezul, amavakar lauten weltheinasse,
sthlafunas slelethcarriu !' "
"Last night I dreamed of you, my
Adored One, my soul's core, my Ikon !
We were on horseback together, riding
ever riding ! Suddenly you leaned over
towards me and kissed my tall hat.
How I shall love my hat after this ! "
LXI.
"There are still, Beloved, all the
Theban temples which I have not yet
mentioned, but which you will find in
Baedeker. These, too, we will visit,
O Chauffeur cf my Soul, and meditate
hand in hand upon holocausts of im-
perial passions, whose most appalling
ebullitions are as naught when com"
pared to the volcanic and demoniac
tcrribilitd of my Love for You, you
Gorgeous and Gargantuan Idol. Even
my husband likes you, though you two
have not a thing in common ; the
children love you, though you hate
children like black-beetles; and the
servants adore you in spito of the un-
usual trouble you give. And I am sure
your valet worships you idolatrously—
indeed I am furiously jealous of Louis.
Oh to be your doormat, your pen-wiper,
even your door-scraper or your hat-
brush, you magnificent, Mephisto-
phelean, marmoreal monster, you per-
fect and impenetrable Pipsqueak ! "
LXXXIII.
" Ycu are coming t You darling !
You are actually coming. Yes ! It 's
true! Coming! You 1 You! YOU!
Everything has bocome gay. All the
stars are singing, just as they do at
music-halls. I am trembling like a
blancmange. I sing a To Dcum day
and night. It is an excerpt from a
passionate Italic opera and goes like
this : You are coming ! You have,
bought your ticket, my below! . Yon
have engaged a stats-room. You ;/•/'/'
be sea-sick, but you dou'i can\ You
are coming nearer and nearer to Ef/i/pl
every day. I wait for you here, I, ijiiceu
of women, because you are my king.
The moon is my cream cheese because
•/ou love me. The sun is my gloic-iconn.
The earth is my football !
" There, that 's my To Dcum. I sing
t all day and all night, and George is;
urious about it. But how can I help
t? You! You!"
The Larkin Ascending.
Sung, to aBirrell-lirrel accompaniment ,
by a peaceful picketer, inj>raise of the
hero of the Dublin strike.)
Shrill, irreflective, unrestrained,
Eapt, ringing, on the jet sustained
Without a break, without a fall
We want the key of his wild note . . .
The song seraphically free
Of taint of personality,
So pure that it salutes the suns,
.The voice of one for millions."
GEORGE MEKEVITH.
From a letter in The Daily Sketch :—
" Your correspondent who likens a man to
super-monkey, and impugns his morality,
cems to b3 ignorant that the greatest anato-
nists and physiologists are unanimous in
pinion that woman is lass evolved from the
lonkey woman must be the better evolved
rom the monkey woman must ba the better
pe."
\t one time we quite thought the writer
?as going to say something rude about
'omen, but the danger passed away.
"Perhaps that which calls for most com-
icnt is the short travelling coat of fawn
orduroy, worn with a loose belt of the same
ial and cut with long narrow labels."
Paris Fashions.
he labels would, of course, be very
useful on a travelling coat.
PUNCH, OR THE LONDON CHARIVARI.— NOVKMBEB 19, 1913.
THE BRONCHO-BUSTER,
PRESIDENT WOODROW WILSON. "I WONDER WHAT I DO NEXT."
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Way SHOULD NOT ACTORS, IN THE SIBSSS OF MODELM COMI'ETITION, DO THLIB OWN ADVKRTISINO ?
THE PROTAGONISTS nf PHARAOH AND HIS Covnr WHILE LESSER MEMBERS OP THE CAST, WITH TUB TITLE or THE PLAT
JIIiillT 6TKOLL THB WEST-END WITH THE' KOW PAINTED ON A PROMINENT PART OF THE PERSON, MIGHT BE TIIAINKI) TO CHEAT*
POPULAR ADVERTISEMENT-UMBUELLA.
A "BLOCK" AT PICCADILLY CIBCUS AND OTHER FAVOURABLE CEKTBES.
A NIGHTMARE OF THE UNDERGROUND.
I DREAMED a dreadful dream the other night ;
I dreamed that I was on the Underground — •
One of those mornings when you have to bito
The fog, not bolt it ; horror grew around
Such as in marshy places men have found
Or Amazonian forests thick with vapours,
Where no fires gleam, but only wandering tapirs.
Glow'ring we sat.- But oh, not all of us ;
The gangways and the platforms at the ends
Were rilled with careworn spirits dolorous
Striving to find the halter that suspends,
Who bat-like seized the shoulders of their friends,
Staggered and reeled in Dionysic poses,
Lit the wrong pipes and tended alien noses.
And many asked, when they beheld that rout,
What, in the name of Styx's ninefold rings,
The Company's directors were about
Not to foresee so blank a state of things,
And when the Lord of Darkness stretched his wings,
Why, for his sake, they did not put more blooming
Carriages on. Yes, most of us were fuming.
But I, 1 had a seat. Till suddenly
I saw an old man silver-haired and frail ;
Not fit to take the tango's steps was he,
Much less to ride on that tempestuous rail.
Like a blown leaf he was, worn thin and pale,
For which the winds 6f Autumn chafe and chaffer,
So I politely rose and said, " Old gaffer,
Here, take my seat." I felt a kindly glow
Suffuse my cheek, I felt my conscience warmed
By service to his venerable woe ;
Like a boy-scout, his day's good deed performed,
I turned to join the shades that shrieked and
swarmed,
While he, the old man, like a gale-tossed petal
Squatted with grateful words upon my settle.
So far so good. But later, when in pain,
Hurled to the door, escheated of my strap,
I saw that antique buffer disentrain,
The guard saluted him ; he touched his cap.
" Who 's that ? " I asked him. •• Who is that old
chap?"
" One of the Board," he said. ... I howled with
sorrow —
And woke, perspiring, to the mist-veiled morrow.
EVOE.
Our readers may remember that we called attention a little
while ago to the alleged visit of Aviator DANCOUKT and
Passenger Roux to Belfast on their way from Paris to
Cairo. The Cork Constitution, in announcing their arrival
at Bukharest, heads its paragraph " CAVE TO CAIRO FLIGHT."
Aviator DANCOURT'S generosity in showing Passenger Eoux
all these interesting towns not strictly on the line of flight
cannot be too highly praised.
" IMITATIONS OF IMMOBTALITY.— By William Wordsworth."
Times Literary Supplement.
So far WORDSWORTH'S imitation of it looks almost like the
real thing.
424 PUNCH, OR THE LONDON CHARIVARI. [NOVEMBER 19, 1913.
THE "S.P.H.G."
EVERY sincere and conscientious
attempt to increase the gaiety of
nations must merit the respect that
all genuine philanthropic effort evokes.
The man who can make two smiles
grow where one grew before is rightly
entitled to be regarded as a public
benefactor, and to label my cousin
George Biffin a drone, simply because
lie is under no necessity to work for a
living, would be as unjust as it is
obviously discourteous. It may, indeed,
l>e safely asserted that in the
course of a brief and appar-
ently otiose existence Cousin
George has done more than
most of his contemporaries
to augment the sum of human
happiness. As the result ol
his persistent labours, light
and laughter have invaded
many of the earth's darkest
and most desolate places,
while innumerable lost and
broken souls have found fresh
comfort and courage in the
contemplation of his face-
tious activities.
It is now some ten years
since George was inspired
with the brilliant notion of
forming what he called a
Society for the Promotion of
Human Gaiety, and it would
be no idle boast to claim that
during the whole of this
happy decade the Society has
fully earned the title so felicit-
ously conferred upon it by
my cousin at its inception.
Like all successful institu-
tions the S.P.H.G. (to give it
its popular name) is con-
trolled by a small and select
committee, of which I am
the Managing Secretary,
while my cousin is the Vice-
President, and to his aged
mother have been entrusted the duties
may occur to individual tastes. The
cruel hoax is taboo, and the vulgar
practical joke is actively discouraged.
Any member, for instance, who balances
a wet sponge above his hostess's bed-
room door, lines an uncle's hat with
mustard, or gratuitously rings a fire
alarm, is at once requested to resign
the space that separated us diminished.
We could see our victim vainly racking
his brains to try to remember who on
earth the strange couple could be who
seemed to know him so well, whom ho
did not recollect ever having previously
laid eyes on. He must finally have
come to the conclusion that he had
H v^gww W.QUI wv»iJVJ uv Ulll> ^V^Il^l U.O1U11 UllHll JlG In (I
But almost every decent practical joke probably made our acquaintance on
of any importance and originality sue- j board ship or in some Swiss hotel, anc
cessfully perpetrated during the last j that his memory had played him false
few years has been planned at the ^ for by the time he was within' ten
headquarters and carried out under 'yards of us he had made up his mind
t.lm juisrii^rs of t,!io fi.l-V TT O in *lr» ivViaf. 11710 «• — n..
the auspices of the S.P.H.G
KEEN MOTORIST, TAKING HORSEBACK EXERCISE BY DOCTOR'S ORDERS
HAS MOMENTARY RELAPSE WHILE TRYING TO STEER HOUND CORNER.'
of Honorary Treasurer. The fact that
Mrs. Biffin is partially blind and
completely bedridden detracts but
little from her capacity to fulfil the
delicate financial functions associated
with her office, since, although she is
not too blind to sign cheques, she is
sufficiently bedridden to be unable to
spring across to the bank and stop
their payment ; her physical disabilities
George and I have always regarded
publicity as an essential concomitant of
success, and in the crowded street we
find the most suitable arena for the
display of those mirth-provoking quali-
ties which it is ever our ambition to
cultivate and develop. It has long
been our custom to devote one whole
day of every week to the claims of the
Society, and on Monday morning last,
when my cousin called for me at my
j.u F J ".' ™ t"V""»» uwwnuwes wnen my cousin called for mp nf- mv
annually and unanimously re-elected.
It is not necessary to explain that
the by-laws and regulations of the
Society are all framed with one object
namely to stimulate healthy human
laughter by any innocent means that
mind to carry out the harmless project
that we had already carefully discussed.
Selecting the first innocent stranger
whom weobserved approaching in the
distance, we fixed him with a radiant
smile, which increased in cordiality as
~~ l_ " ^j nium
I to do what was apparently expected
of him, and his face lit up
with a polite but somewhat
nervous grin of recognition.
This was, of course, the
signal for George and me to
assume a look of frigid hos-
tility, and, glaring ferociously
at the unfortunate man, as
though indignant at his im-
pertinence, we passed him
coldly by. It was pathetic to
watch our victim's genial
smile freeze upon his lips;
and, when he looked round
and saw us smiling at some-
one further up the street, he
seemed inclined to kick him-
self with annoyance.
George and I repeated
this process with different
[strangers until we reached
j Trafalgar Square, buoyed up
jthe while with theconscious-
ness that we were supplying
: our various victims with
stories to tell to their wives
when they reached home, and
thus infusing gaiety and
colour into many an other-
wise drab and dreary house-
hold.
A strong gale was blowing
round the base of Nelson's
Column, and, as we stationed
ourselves at the breeziest
corner of the plinth, my
cousin and I foresaw that we should
not have long to wait before carrying
out the second part of our morning's
programme. In less than ten minufes
a particularly violent gust of wind swept
down the square and, as we had hoped,
lifted the hat from an old gentleman's
head and bore it gracefully away to-
wards Charing Cross. Before its owner
had time to start in pursuit I was at his
elbow and had placed a delaying hand
upon his shoulder.
"What is it ? " he inquired pettishly,
while the truant hat careered madly
across the path of approaching omni-
buses.
" Excuse me," I remarked politely,
'but 1 thought I ought to tell you.
Your hat has blown off."
19, 1913.] PUNCH, OR THE LONDON CHARIVARI.
425
Agile Footman (candidate for Olympic sprinting lionours). " MB. JEXKIXS, M'LADY."
With a muttered oath the old gentle-
man shook me off, and was once more
about to dart away in pursuit of his
headgear when George stepped suddenly
in front of him.
" What do you want? " roared the old
gentleman, by this time completely
upset.
"I beg your pardon," said George in
his suavesfc tones. " I trust you will
forgive me for mentioning it, but I felt
you would like to be told. The fact is,
Sir, your — your hat has blown off."
At this moment a gallant policeman,
risking his life in a worthy cause,
succeeded in disentangling the elusive
topper from the mudguard of a Na-
tional Steam Car, and bore it towards
us in a much battered but not irrepar-
able condition ; and if you could have
seen the tears of joy that filled the
eyes of hardened bus-conductors, the
smiles that illumined the faces of weary
bank-clerks on their way to work, as
they listened to our old gentleman's
views on the folly of well-meaning
officiousness, you would have realised
that our efforts had not been vain, and
that many a human being that day
had good cause to bless the ceaseless
activities of the Society for the Promo-
tion of Human Gaiety.
THE TEEROE.
The Sicankington Estate to Mr. John
Smith.
Swankington Estate Office.
DEAR SIR, — On behalf of his Grace
the Duke of Swankington we beg to
remind you that the lease under the
terms of which you occupy premises
in Swank Street, \V., granted by us
twenty-one years ago, will expire on
September 29th next, and we have to
state that we shall be happy to renew
it on the following very reasonable
terms, viz. :
The rent to be increased by £1,200
per annum.
As you are aware, the value of the
premises has greatly appreciated since
your occupancy. The new stone face
which you have added is an improve-
ment which alone justifies us in asking
this small additional sum in rent. Your
installation of a modernised electric
lighting system has also added so much
to the value of the premises that we are
not satisfied that we are doing ourselves
justice in the matter. Still, as you are
an old tenant, we should wish to treat
you as generously as possible.
Yours faithfully,
THE SWANKINGTON ESTATE OFFICE.
Mr. John Smith to the Swankington
Estate Office.
DEAB SIRS, — I have received your
letter and I 'm going to tell LLOYD
GEORGE. Yours faithfully,
J. SMITH.
Telegram to " Smith, Swank Street, W."
Do nothing till you receive our
letter. — SWANKINGTON ESTATE OFFICE.
The Swankington Estate Office to
Mr. John Smith.
SIB, — We beg respectfully to acknow-
ledge your letter, and sincerely apologise
to you if anything we said therein gave
you cause for anxiety. Having care-
fully reconsidered your case, we have
decided not only to remit the proposed
increase but to reduce your rent by
one-half. Hoping to learn that you
are not proceeding to take the extreme
step indicated in your letter, we beg to
remain, Sir, Yours respectfully,
THE SWANKINGTON ESTATE OFFICE.
" An unpaced cycle ride of 27 miles 355
yards is the wonderful performance accom-
plished by II. Bcrthct at Paris recently."
Times of Ceylon.
This is nothing. We once rode by our-
selves from London to Brighton, a
distance of more than fifty miles.
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PUNCH, OR THE LONDON CHARIVARI. [NOVEMBER 19, 1913.
A BREATH OF LIFE.
Tins is the story of a comedy which
nearly tx>came a brogedy. In its way
it is rather a pathetic story.
The comedy was called Tht Woning
,./' Win it red. K wns written by an
author whose name I forget ; produced
by the well-known and (as his press-
ag.'iit lias often told us) popular actor-
managcr, Mr. I.eviuski; and played by
(among others) that very charming
young man, Prosper Vane — known
locally as Alfred Briggs until he took
to the stage. Prosper played the
young hero, Dick Sen tun, who was
actually wooing Winifred, Mr. Levin-
ski himself took the part of a middle-
aged man of the world with a slight
c»i/;on]>oint ; down in the programme as
Sir Gi'iiffi'i'i/ Throsscll, but fortunately
still Mr!' Levinski. His opening words,
as ho came on, were, "Ah, Dick, I have
a note for you somewhere," which gave
the audience an interval in which to
welcome him, while ha felt in all his
pockets for the letter. One can bow
quite easily while feeling in one's
pockets, and it is much more natural
than stopping in the middle of an
important speech in order to acknow-
ledge any cheers. The realisation of
this, by a dramatist, is what is called
" stagecraft." In this case the audience
could tell at once that the " technique "
of the author (whose name unfortun
ately I forget) was going to be all right.
But perhaps I had better describe
the whole play as shortly as possible,
The theme — as one guessed from the
title, even before the curtain rose — was
the wooing of Winifred. In the First
Act Dick proposed to Winifred and
was refused by her, not from lack of
love, but for fear lest she might spoil
his career, he being one of those big-
hearted men with a hip-pocket to
whom the open spaces of the world
call loudly; whereupon Mr. Levinski
took Winifred on one side and told the
audience how, when he had been a
young man, some good woman had
refused him for a similar reason
and had been miserable ever since.
Accordingly in the Second Act Winifred
withdrew her refusal and offered to
marry Dick, who declined to take
advantage of her offer for fear that she
was willing to marry him from pity
rather than from love ; whereupon Mr.
Levinski took Dick on one side and
told the audience how, when he had
been a young man, he had refused to
marry some good woman (a different
one) for a similar reason, and had
been broken-hearted ever afterwards.
In the Third Act it really seemed as
though they were coming together at
last; for at the beginning of it
Mr. Levinski took them both aside and
told the audience a parable about
a buttorlly and a snap-dragon, which
was both pretty and helpful, and caused
several middle-aged ladies in the first
and second rows of the upper circle to
say, " Wliat a nice man Mr. Lsvinski
must ho at home, dear! " — the purport
of the allegory being to show that both
Dick and Winifnd were being very
silly, as indeed by this time everybody
but the author was aware. Unfor-
tunately at that moment a footman
entered with a telegram for Miss Wini-
fred, which announced that she had
been left fifty thousand pounds by a
dead uncle in Australia ; and, although
Mr. Levinski seized this fresh oppor-
tunity to toll the audience how in
similar circumstances Pride, to his
lasting remorse, had kept him and some
good woman (a third one) apart, never-
theless Dick held back once more, for
fear lest he should be thought to be
marrying her for her money. The
curtain comes down as ho says, "Good
bye . . . Good ber — eye." But there
is a Fourth Act, and in the Fourth
Act Mr. Levinski has a splendid
time. He tells the audienea two para-
bles— one about a dahlia and a sheep,
which I couldn't quite follow— and
three reminiscences of life in India;
he brings together finally and for ever
these hesitating lovers; and, best of all,
he has a magnificent love-scene of his
own with a pretty widow, in which we
see, for the first time in the play, how
love should really be made — not boy-
and - girl pretty - pretty love, but the
deep emotion felt (and with occasional
lapses of memory explained) by a
middle-aged man with a slight embon-
point who has knocked about the
world a bit and knows life. Mr.
Levinski, I need not say, was at bis
best in this Act.
I met Prosper Vane at the club some
ten days before the first night, and
asked him how rehearsals were going.
" Oh, all right," he said. " But it 's
a rotten play. I 've got such a dashed
silly part."
"From what you told me," I said,
" it sounded rather good."
" It 's so dashed unnatural. For
three whole Acts this girl and I are in
love with each other, and wo know
we 're iu love with each other, and yet
we simply fool about. She 's a dashed
pretty girl, too, my boy. In real life
I 'd jolly soon "
"My dear Alfred," I protested,
" you 're not going to fall in love with
the girl you have to fall in love with on
the stage? I thought actors never did
that."
" They do sometimes ; it 's a dashed
good advertisement. Anyway, it 's a
silly part, and I 'm fed up with it."
" Yes, but do be reasonable. If Dick
got engaged at once to Winifred what
would happen to Levinski? He'd
have nothing to do."
Prosper Vane grunted. As lie seemed
disinclined for further conversation I
left him.
*****
The opening night came, and the
usual distinguished and fashionable
audience (including myself), such as
habitually attends Mr. Levinski's 1'nsL
nights, settled down to enjoy itself.
Two Acts went well. At the end of
each Mr. Levinski came before the
curtain and bowed to us, and we had
the honour of clapping him loud and
long. Then the Third Act began. . . .
Now this is how the Third Act ends —
Exit Sir Geoffre}'.
Winifred (breaking the silence). Dick,
you heard what he said. Don't let this
silly money come between us. 1 have
told you I love you, dear. Won't you —
won't you speak to me ?
Dick. Winifred, I— (He gets up
and u-alks round the room, his brow
knotted, his right fist occasionally strik-
ing his left palm. Finally hi: comes to a
stand in front of her.) Winifred, I
(Hc raises Jtis arms slowly at right angles
to his body and lets them fail heavily
down again.) I can't. (In a low hoarse
voice) 1— can't ! (Re stands for a mo-
ment u-ith bent head ; then with a jerk
he pulls himself together.) Good-bye !
(His hands go out to her, but he draws
them back as if frightened to touch her.
Nobly) Good ber-eye.
[He squares his shoulders and stands
looking at the audience icith his:
chin in the air; then with a shrug
of -utter despair, which would bring
tears into the eyes of any young
thing in the pit, he turns anil with
bent head walks slowly out.
CTRTAIN.
That is how the Third Act ends.
I went to the dress rehearsal, and so I
know.
How the accident happened I do not
know. I suppose Prosper was ner-
vous ; I am sure he was very much in
love. Anyhow, this is how, on that
famous first-night, the Third Act
ended : —
Exit Sir Geoffrey.
Winifred (breaking the silence). Dick,
you heard what he said. Don't let this
silly money come between us. I have
told you I love you, dear. Won't you —
won't you speak to me '.'
Dick (jumping up). Winifred I—
(with a great gulp) i LOVE YOU ! ! !
Whereupon he picked her up in his
arms and carried her triumphantly off
19, 1913.1 PUNCH, OR TIIK LONDON CJLVRIVARI.
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the stage . . . and after a little natural
hesitation the curtain came down.
Behind the scenes all was conster-
nation. Mr. Levinski (absolutely furi-
ous) had a hasty consultation with the
author (also furious), in the course of
which they both saw that the Fourth
Act as written was now an impossi-
bility. Poor Prosper, who had almost
immediately recovered his sanity, trem-
blingly suggested that Mr. Levinski
should announce that, owing to the
sudden illness of Mr. Vane, the Fourth
Act could not be given. Mr. Levinski
was kind enough to consider this
suggestion not entirely stupid ; his own
idea having been (very regretfully) to
leave out the two parables and three
reminiscences from India and concen-
trate on the love-scene with the widow.
" Yes, yes," he said. " Your plan is
better. I will say you are ill. It is
ttuo; you are mad. To-morrow we
will play it as it was written."
" You can't," said the author gloomily.
" The critics won't como till the Fourth
Act, and they 11 assume that the Third
Act ended as it did to-night. The
Fourth Act will seem all nonsense to
them."
" True. And I was so good, so much
myself, in that Act." lie turned to
Prosper. "You — fool!" he hissed.
Or there 's another way," began the 1 dance which was soon to be the rage
author. " We might — of society. But though, as a result,
And then a gentleman in the gallery the takings of the Box Office surpassed
settled it from the front of the curtain, j all Mr. Levinski's previous records, our
There was nothing in the programme ! friend Prosper Vane received no prac-
to show that the play was in four Acts. ' tical acknowledgment of his services.
" The Time is the present-day and the
Scene is in Sir Geoffrey Throssell's
town-house," was all it said. And the
gentleman in the gallery, thinking it
was all over, and being pleased with
the play and particularly with the
realism of the last moment of it,
shouted ".1 uthor! "And suddenly every-
body else cried "Author! Author!"
The play was ended.
I said that this was the story of a
comedy which nearly became a tragedy.
But it turned out to be no tragedy at
all. In the three Acts to which Prosper
Vane had condemned it the play
appealed to both critics and public;
for the Fourth Act (as he recognised
so clearly) was unnecessary, and would
have spoilt the balance of it entirely.
Best of all, the shortening of the play
demanded that some entertainment
should be provided in front of it, and j
this enabled Mr. Levinski to introduce \
to the public Professor Wollabollacolla !
and Princess Collabollawolla, the fam-
ous exponents of the Bongo-Bongo,
that fascinating Central African war..
He had to bo content with the hand
and heart of the lady who played
Winifred, and the fact that Mr. Levinski
was good enough to attend the wedding.
There was, in fact, a photograph in all
the papers of Mr. Levinski doing it.
A. A. M.
TO CYNTHIA,
WHO MAY COMMAND HIM ALMOST
ANYTHING.
DEAR, when amid the babel,
Raucous and insincere,
That rules the dinner-tabla
You whisper in my ear
With breath so sweetly bated
Words only meant for mo,
I feel myself translated
To realms of chivalry.
Do you require a token
Of such a love as mine?
The many vows I 've spoken
My deeds shall underline.
But though, as your defender,
My very life I '11 yield,
One thing I icon't surrender —
The walnut 1 've just peeled.
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PUNCH, OR THE LONDON CHARIVARI. [NOTEMBEB 19, 1913.
Little Girl (fortissimo). " OH I LOOK, MOTHER, THERE'S A L\DY SELLING FUKS."
FREEDOM OF THE PRESS.
THE Ape and I wrote the whole of the
first number ourselves, but after that
we used to take outside contributions,
only of course we made chaps pay to
get their things into the paper, except
advertisements. We found we had to
pay for them or we shouldn't have got
any, and a paper looks rotten without
advertisements. It was called Bilge,
and it came out whenever we had
enough money to pay the printer.
Later on we got old Clai'ke — he 's the
Fourth Form master and he really was
pretty decent about it — to guarantee the
thing up to ten bob, and then we could
go to press on the off-chance of selling
enough copies to make up the amount.
The Ape invented a splendid motto
that was always put at the top of the
front sheet : " What the Lower School
thinks to-day the Sixth will think
to-morrow."
He always put in a good deal of news,
of course. When the Under Fifteen
team played the Lunatic Asylum he
had an account running to at least two
columns ; and then he used to put a
rotten little paragraph in a corner
called "Other Matches," just giving
the scores of the First and Second. Of
course that made them rather mad.
We had any amount of poetry, in fact
we got so much of it that we put up
our prices ; but I am not sure that we
got the best stuff in that way, because,
as I pointed out to the Ape, the chaps
that have the most money aren't always
the best poets. It doesn't follow, I
mean.
But the chief object of the paper was
to show up abuses, which the Ape says
is the highest mission of the Press.
One of the Ape's best ideas was his
series of Character Studies of the
Prefects. They used to make it sell like
hot cakes sometimes. He called them
" The Man of the Week," and they were
supposed to be interviews. They were
frightfully clever and sarcastic, but the
Ape is an extraordinarily brainy chap.
After a time the prefects hardly dared
to touch him, because if one of them
licked him he used to put in little
snipey paragraphs about his batting
average or his voice (if he was in the
choir) or the colour of his hair. And
then he often got licked again for
cheek.
Of course the whole thing was sup-
pressed at last. That 's the worst of
this place. They can't stand hearing
the truth. The Ape had started a new
column called " Things they do better
in Other Schools." Of course he didn't
know anything about other schools, tut
that didn't bother him. And in one
number he showed up all sorts of things
— the butter, which certainly had been
putrid for weeks, and the clock in the
tower of the Pav. that doesn't go, and
a shirt of his that was lost in the wash,
and the electric light in the Gimmy,
and the chimney in the Fourth Form
room, and the rotten supply of new
fives balls, and the beastly uncomfort-
able seats in the chapel. I think that
number would probably have finished
us in any case, but it also had an
Editorial which even I thought was a
bit parsonal.
" Of course we don't wish to impute
anything," it began (the Ape was
always using "impute"), "but it is a
coincidence that the whole of the funds
of this newspaper, amounting at the
time to 3s. 5d., should have disappeared
on the same day on which Mr. Binks,
our late Third Form master, sailed for
America."
That finished it. The Ape will have
to try to think of something else.
From a Baboo letter received from
an applicant who was selected for the
Police Training School : — •
"Your honour is, I may say, the Hen of
Benevolence. If your honour will consent to
continue to sit upon this poor egg, there is
great hope that it will hatch into efficient
police-officer."
PUNCH. OR THE LONDON CHARIVARI.— NOVEMBER 19. 1913.
YOKKSHIRE RELISH.
PRIME MINISTER (to CHIEF LIBERAL WHIP). "DISTRACT ME. PERCY; DISTRACT ME WITH
SONGS OF KEIGHLEY; DO NOT FEAR TO OVERDO IT."
r.MBF.n 19, 1913.] PUNCH, OR THE LONDON CHARIVARI.
431
Our Host. "BEFORE PRESENTING THE PHIZES TO THE WINNERS I SHOULD LIKE TO REMARK OX AS INTERESTING — AH — NOT TO
BAY CURIOUS OCCURRENCE — AT THIS NUMBER FOUR, THE 'TEST OF SMELL," TABLE. QUITE NINETY PER CEXT. OF YOU MISTOOK THK
PORT FOR METHYLATED SPIRIT, AND WHAT MAKES THIS MISTAKE SO REMARKABLE IS THAT IT ?S T1IE VEBY PORT YOU UAD jtT VIKKKB."
BRANDY.
(A hill-man.)
GRIZZLED and stiff with his eight De-
cembers
The old dog hobhles across the yard,
Eyes blood-shottten and red as embers,
Coat worn thin and a face he-scarred ;
Poor old handy dog, poor old Brandy
dog,
Full of battles and fights fought hard.
Time to sit in the cosy ingle?
Time to curl on the roe-skin mat ?
Where the warrior dreams shall mingle
Fox and otter and mountain-cat?
Torn ears cock to them, grim jaws lock
to them
(Devil a doubt — you'd say — of that!).
" Passed your bsst," so tha critic said
it,
" Bit too old for the hill," said he;
" Liked the looks of you " (to his credit,
Captious Sassenach though he be) ;
That 's his say of it, that 's the way
of it ?
Let him climb to the cairns and
S36.
Cairns and crags where the snow-flake
flurries,
Coigns where the great hill-foxes grin,
Hostile caves of a hundred worries —
Take the terriers, huic them in ;
Lithe and little dogs, keen and kittle dogs,
Two twin devils that thrust and pin !
Hark, they "re up to him, hot and deadly
(Hark, and hear it, and hold your
breath) ;
Yards below how the fight roars redly —
Gallant Besom and little Beth ;
Hark the noise of 'em, hark the joys of
'em,
Battle, murder and sudden death !
Beat, though — out again, bristling,
bleeding,
Lost him somehow (your young 'uns
can) ;
Pick them up, they shall prove their
breeding
Yet with many a cateran ;
" Now, old pup, to him ! in, and up to
him !
Leu in, Brandy ! leu in, old man ! "
Mute and murderous, in he bustles ;
Never a whimper boasts he 's found ;
Only an eerie wind that rustles,
Moans and moils as the flasks go
round ;
Dark and chill it is, on the hill it is.
Yes, but the old dog 's still to ground !
Out at last crawls the grim old savage,
Red as ribbons from crest to pad ;
One hill-robber no more shall ravage —
Had the brush of him, eh, old lad ?
Lord, no fears o' you, eight hard years
o' you ;
Wouldn't 'a' left him 'less you had !
Gri/zled and stiff with his long De-
cembers,
The old dog hirples adown the hill.
Eyes blood-shotten and red as embers,
Rumbling yet of the grip and kill ;
Poor old Brandy dog, poor old bandy
dog.
Worth the pick of the young 'uns still !
" Priest wanted January or earlier, through
preferment. £180— i'200. Graduate, singlo.
active, good clear voice. Married if possible."
Aili-l. in "Church Times."
For a single man we are afraid it is not
possible.
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PUNCH, OR THE LONDON CHARIVARI. [NOVEMBER 19. 1913.
THE HAT-HUNTER.
DEAR MR. EDITOR, — I know you
iuncli. These facts do r.ot escape inc.
I have even imagined your doing it to
rhyme and bringing the matter to a
logical conclusion by amplifying your
name into Mr. Puncheon. I also know
that you do it sometimes at the Inner
Tcinplo Hall, and have actually seen
you informing a bored and apathetic
clerk at the pay desk what you have
t-ateu (this between you and him, in
the strictest confidence).
Possibly your readers also
lunch ; but they do not all
perform that feat in that
JIall. It is therefore neces-
sary for rue to explain that
Templars who arrive in
hats and remove them for
luncheon purposes place
them on a side table, unless
they are lucky enough to
secure one of the few pegs.
Among these said Templars
are, as often as not, myself
and my friend Carr.
Any man can lunch, but
it takes a genius to select
his hat afterwards from a
mass of some hundreds, the
names of which, if they are
there.it is next to impossible
to read. Genius is a matter
of instinct, and it is an
instinct which all of us at
the Temple, except Carr,
possess. When he began
the lunching habit, he used
to manage the hat selection
all right, because he care-
fully chose his spot to begin
with, sat firmly opposite it
to go on with, and for the
rest concentrated his atten-
tion on it till the end, to
the exclusion of a considered
ordering and a proper enjoy-
ment of his victuals. When
we used to talk to him in
those days, we never got his undivided
attention. I of all his fellow-lunchers
was the first to distract him. I engaged
him in -conversation on this very sub-
ject of hats and he became so engrossed
in describing his method of identifica-
tion that he forgot to carry it out. It
was only by thinking backwards, by
reminding himself of the site of his
past meal and looking inside every hat
that could possibly be said to be
opposite that site, that he ever found
it again.
That event alarmed Carr. He posi-
tively refused for a while to speak to
any of us between the doffing and the
donning of his hat. We took exception
to this and for a few days lie lunched
with his hat on. But some casual
person, noting the fact, chatted him
about it. " Hallo, old man ! are things
as busy with you as all that ? " Carr
is very sensitive. The bare suspicion
of his deliberately keeping his hat on
to identify himself with the brisker
practices and to suggest the inference
that he could only just snatch time for
lunch and none for removing hats, was
repugnant to him. He gave up trying
to avoid the problem and returned to
his effort to solve it.
one to find both the hats, since he had
seen to it when he came in that both
were together.
The other day he nearly had an acci-
dent. He informed Baxter, just before
the decisive moment, that he was de-
pending on him, for Baxter can, he
says, always find his own hat on the
unconscious impulse of the moment.
But the responsibility of having to find
two hats unmanned even Baxter, and
as the two stood or fell together there
D
must have been a double disaster but
for a bit of luck. " Ah 1 "
said Carr to the also hatlesr;
and now nervous Baxter.
" that 's mine; I can tell it
by the ribbon;" and he
grabbed at a hat v.-hich,
though it turned out, to be
Baxter's, nevertheless put
him on the line of his own.
To-day Baxter told us
about it at lunch, and placed
Carr in another difficulty.
He was at the moment
relying on me ; but to get
up from the table with me
now might be to make me
aware of my responsibility
and possibly lead to my
bungling the affair. So he
lay low and let me go out
alone. Then, having closely
watched my movements, he
followed me, hoping for the
best. Alas, it was a mis-
placed hope.
I am told that the sight
of him walking helplessly
up and down twenty feet
of top-hats (four or six deep)
was melancholy in the ex-
treme. It must also, to
those hat-owners who did
not know the scrupulous
and conscientious nature of
Carr, have given ground for
considerable anxiety. At
any rate, I met him later,
moving across King's Bench
He resorted to a number of different | Walk bare-headed and slightly damped
devices. He would arrange a series of j by the rain. He greeted me with the
other people's hats upside down and j remark, " My worst fears are realised
" So, naturalists observe, a flea
Hath smaller fleas that on him prey,
And these have smaller still to bite 'em,
And so proceed ad infinitum." — SWIFT.
A. UNITED KINGDOM C. ULSTER.
B. IRELAND. D. CATHOLIC ULSTER
place his own in their midst upside
up. He would reverse the process.
This failing by reason of the mutability
of hats, he resorted to the device of
going without lunch. Not being able
to bsar that, he tried lunching else-
where. Not being able to bear that,
he joined us once more, adopting yet
another system. He would wait out-
side Hall for one of us, go in with that
one, and stick to him through the thick
and thin of the meal, sitting on, or even
leaving before his appetite was appeased,
for the purpose of coming out with that
one. By this means he left it to that
at last !
As he told me this, I felt glad that I,
at any rate, had secured a hat. Later
investigation, conducted in private,
showed me that the hat I had was
Carr's. Sorry though I am about this,
I arn not going to tell Carr until he
has retrieved my hat, which (I hold) he
has lost. Can you please (as between
barristers) tell me what is the law
bearing on the matter? Otherwise I
shall have to look it up, and I hate
doing that.
Yours very faithfully,
INNER TEMPLAR.
NOVEMBER 19, 1913.] PUNCH, OR THE LONDON CHARIVARI..
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HYGIENICS.
MotJier Mieerfully to perfect stranger). "Tins OCGHTKR BLOW THE
CORP AUT OF *iji."
THE STAB TUBN.
JAMES and I do not think verv much
of Ermyntrude ; we find it impossible
to understand her parents' enthusiasm
for one so small and, apparently, so
imbecile. Of course we have not told
them of our perplexity, but we have
definitely stopped trying to teach the
thing tricks.
"We tried very hard; and I some-
times believe we came near success.
James and I both say that it was only
a matter of stage fright that our
respective tricks wouldn't come off
before an audience. But, after all,
Ermyntrude has no business to be
bothered with stage fright at her age-
three months, or half a year, or some
similar age common in babies.
; James had wagered that he would
perfect Ermyntrude in his trick before
1 got her ready with mine.
.His trick was throwing envelopes
into a waste-paper basket; mine was
simpler but more rational ; it consisted
in her accepting my bowler hat and.
putting her head in it. Then I would
take it off and she would make a sort
of noise which passes for a laugh
among people of Pirmyntrudo's station j
in life.
I could not get her quite sure of the ;
laugh part, but in other respects our;
rehearsals were perfect. James says i
the same of his, but, in view of Ermyn-
trude's performance on the day, I do ;
not feel quite sure of James.
When the day came, everybody was
there. Mr. and Mrs. Ermyntrude,
Nancy — the only person who professes '
really to understand Ermyntrude —
James and myself, brothers of Mr.
Ermyntrude, and, last and easily least, !
Ermyntrude.
James won the toss and elected to i
take first knock. The waste-paper j
basket was brought and handed round ; (
after inspection it was deposited in
front of Ermyntrude. It struck me
that James had placed it in such a '
position that any envelope dropped must
fall into it ; but I said nothing.
He began with an ordinary envelope, '
that had been through the post.
Ermyntrude received it gravely, took
one look at the basket, turned to the !
right and dropped the envelope over the |
side of her chair. He plied her with j
an income-tax-return envelope ; with a ;
large manila at fourpence the packet;
and with a stamped envelope as yet
unemployed. The first two went over
the side of the chair; the stamp attracted
her, and she sucked it until her parents
summarily stopped play. James objected
to having his innings declared closed,
but was over-ruled by a huge majority.
After a brief interval, I approached
with my bowler hat on my head. I
smiled; Ermyntrudo smiled. I took off
the hatund showed it to her; Ermyn-
trude hold out her hands with an
understanding glance. I placed the hat
in them with every confidence. The
five shillings were as good as mine.
Without a sound, but still smiling,
Ermyntrude leaned over and dropped
my hat into the waste-paper basket.
Then she laughed.
Clause 3, rule 16 of the Stock Ex-
change, according to The AlancltesU-r
(iiianlian : —
" The Committee may expel or suspend any
member who may bo guilty of honourable or
disgraceful conduct."
The golden mean between those two
extremes is the safest on the Stock
Exchange.
434
PUNCH, OR THE LONDON CHARIVARI. [NOVEMBER 19, 1913.
CONCERNING PHEASANTS.
TiiKiii: i-; not going to be anything about inangel-wurzels
in these notss, though there will be remarks about othe
matters which do not, at first sight, seem to concerr
pheasants. Leaves for instance. Everybody whp goes
out to shoot pheasants must be prepared with bis little bi
of leaf-lore. This is approximately how it goes : —
1st Gun. It 's quite extraordinary bow the leaves bang
on this year. Standing in covert you can't see the birds
till they 're right on top of you.
2nd Gun. "it 'a the same all over the country. I was
shooting in BLinkshire the day before yesterday and there
u a.-, hardly a leaf off any of the trees.
1st Gun. It 's these mild autumns that do the mischief,
What we want is two or three nights of sharp frost and a
gale of wind on the top of that.
2nd (fun. The weather isn't what it used to be.
lit Gun. No, you 're right there.
So much for leaves. Next let us take the subject ol
luncheon. It is, I think, reasonably accurate to say that at
1.15 the thoughts of all the guns begin to turn irresistibly
to the question of luncheon. Are we going to lunch after
this beat, or is there — deadly notion. — to be another beat
before we are allowed to devote ourselves to eating ? The
keeper always wants just one more beat. The sportsmen
always want to eat. A good luncheon puts even the worst
shot on easy terms with himself. But what is a good
luncheon ? I answer without hesitation : Irish-stew is a good
luncheon ; so is hot-pot ; so is beef-steak pudding or pie. A
really good lunch must show a lot of steam, and the potatoes,
whether peeled or in their jackets, must be large. Cold
ham or tongue may come in as a second course, but the
backbone of the luncheon must be hot — hot and steaming.
And there should be tartlets (preferably with jam in them)
to finish up with. It is hardly credible bow much elderly
sportsmen — I do not call them old, for in these days we
must call no man old until he is dead — how much they
relish jam tartlets. Battered men of the world, who might
be supposed to have out-grown the dslights of their boy-
hood, may be seen munching jam tartlets with evident
satisfaction at any shooting-luncheon. By way of these
sweets they return to a pristine simplicity of taste, and may
be heard, while their mouths are clogged with strawberry
jam, telling innocent little anecdotes about shooting-boots
or gaiters, or the man who killed a rabbit and a woodcock
with the same shot, or the special malignity of the
pheasants in deciding to swerve instead of flying straight
and giving an honest jam-eating gun a fair chance. Swerve
in pheasants is an inexhaustible topic.
Another by-product of a shooting -luncheon (when it
takes place in the keeper's cottage) is the discussion of the
keeper's artistic taste. They all love to decerate their walls
with cheap German coloured prints. Imagine a picture of
a ferociously black-bearded and be-whiskered gentleman
dandling on his knee a fair-haired, blue-eyed child in a
sailor suit. In another the same or a similar gentleman is
teaching the child his letters. The first picture is called
1 His Motor's Eyes " (the letter " h " coming after " t " is
Teutonically neglected) and is intended to show that Black-
beard once had a beloved and blue-eyed wife for whom be
is now in mourning. The second picture is, perhaps,
entitled " In the Motor's Place " and indicates the same
domestic tragedy. Now in real life, if the keeper chanced
to meet Blackboard, he would call him " a poor furriner,"
and despise him accordingly. Meeting him, however,
through the medium of art, he is affected to the very depth
of his honest velveteen soul, and learns lessons of hope and
consolation from the dreadful prints.
A GENTLEMAN OF THE HOUSE-TOP.
THE light beneath the bushel w-as never popular with
the disseminators of literature, but we have had to wait
many years for such a desperate signed appeal as the pub-
lisher of a certain new work of sentiment has just put forth.
It runs thus, except that the blanks represent the name oi
the book, and the name of the favour-asker is at the end : —
'A REQUEST.
- is a book with a spell, and it has an appeal
so tender that it is difficult to read it without tears.
Yet there is laughter in its pages, and to the
despondent it contains a great lesson on the little-
ness of losing courage.
- radiates a nobility of spirit which seems all
too rare to-day, and I hope that everyone who likes
to spread the news that a good book has come into
the world of literature will help me to make it
known." . . .
Since few persons, not even the devisers of revues, are
more imitative than advertising publishers, we now know
what to expect. Something like this, for certain : — •
THIS CONCERNS YOU DEEPLY.
DEAR FRIEND, — I want you to know that I have
just finished reading a book called , and I cannot
rest until you and in fact all the world have read it too.
It is nothing to me that I am also its publisher and
shall not do badly out of it if it succeeds. The sole
reason that I want you to read it is that it is a pure
and tender evangel of joy, and it will make you feel
better. Also it will here and there make you roar
with laughter, just as this advertisement could never
do. Yours in all good will, NASHILEIGH EVE.
That is the fairly thorough style which we may count on
very shortly seeing. But there is something more snappy
also to be done with a new book that has to be got down
^ public's throat at any cost. Thus : —
HERE, YOU!
There 's only one book worth reading at this
moment and it is called . Now then ?
NEVELEIGH ASH.
Finally there is the really unctuous : —
HEART TO HEART.
My brethren, do you want to read the most ex-
quisite and intimate story in the world? Do you
want to weep and smile by turns and feel as though
you were the darling of the gods, and the heir of the
ages, and the pick of the basket, and the leader of the
modern Athens all at once? Because if you do
I have the very thing for you. It is called ; and
I implore you to sing its praises near and far, talk
about it at dinner, ask for it at every bookshop and
bookstall, and generally make it boom, as I too am
endeavouring to do. What does The Short Cham of
Literature say about it in his Littery Letter ? He
says that the author " has, if I am not mistaken, pro-
duced an undying classic." And how can The Short
Cham be mistaken? So I beseech you to let the
book do you good, make you feel all nice inside, and
force you to force it on others. ASHILEIGH NEVE.
NOVEMBER 19, 1913.] PUNCH, OR THE LONDON CHARIVARI.
435
Polite Motorist (after the accident). " I DO TRUST I HAVEN'T DAMAGED YOUR CHASSIS \ "
AGENT TRIUMPHANT.
Bill, and you, 'Erbcrt of the unkempt beard.
Take each a spade and delve, until the earth
Release this notice of a house to let
(Or to be sold, psrdic), while I uplift
A lyric pcean on the proud event.
They were many that came to view,
That came and that hastened away ;
For the soil was so palpably clay,
And they spotted the place where the plaster peeped through,
They saw that the woodwork was rotten,
They saw that the banisters trembled,
They saw that the sink was forgotten,
They saw that the tiles of the hearths had been cheaply
assembled.
The ideal was their evident vision,
And they went in their wrath and derision.
Some of them noticed the range,
Some pulled the knobs off the doors,
Some put their feet through the floors,
Some of them thought that the paint had the mange,
Some saw the cracks in the ceiling,
Some of them looked for the larder,
Some said the papers were paeling,
Some of them felt that the mortar might well have been
harder ;
And' the house (it may be with some reason)
Stayed empty from season to season.
Then, then came the greenhorn, the mug,
The about-to-be-married young man I
He saw nothing wrong with the plan,
He considered the dining-room " smallish but snug,"
He asked not for wash-house or kitchen,
He accepted the coal-hole with gladness,
And lastly he did a thing which in
The eyes of his bride and his mother will simply seem
madness :
He bought (on my recommendation)
This house without their approbation.
Bill, and you, 'Erbcrt, have you dug it up.
That board which seamed so wedded to the soil t
Go, bear it tenderly to other semes.
Chanting the while a song of holy joy :
" A silly ass 'as been and bought this 'ousc —
A silly ass 'as been and bought this 'ouse —
An 'opeless ass 'as bought this bloomin' 'ouse."
Mr. S. A. MUSSABINI in The Daily Neirs: —
"There is a record somewhere — I fancy it was made by the
late Scottish champion, J. G. Sala — of over seventy consecutive
losers off the white ball, often described as a sheer wanton waste
of billiard fikill and energy. If he had baen playing now the Italo-
Scot would have known boUer than do such things. He would havo
saved his shots for the more prolific points raising cochineal dipped
sphere."
In other words he would have scored off the red, but it
would never do to say so.
436
PUNCH, OR THE LONDON CHARIVARI. [NOVEMBER 19, 1013.
AT THE PLAY.
" MAGIC."
You can do almost anything with
fairies, but the difficulty is to find
anything to do which hasn't been done
before. Yet here is Mr. CHESTERTON,
in a trial enterprise on the stage, bring-
ing the freshness of his own immortal
childhood to Sir JAMES BARBIE'S well-
exploited field, and treating it as virgin
soil. And his sanguine- faith in the
inexhaustibility of its treasures has
heen justified. Perhaps the most
charming feature of a delightful enter-
tainmi nt was the author's little speech
at the end. With a modesty unusual
in dramatic circles, Mr. CHESTERTON
disclaimed all merit as a maker of
words. His play he regarded a? an
amateur piece of work ; he had no gift,
he said, for composition, whether done
for the columns of a paper or for the
back of a postcard ; but ho did pride
himself upon his opinions, and of these
he was anxious for us to approve.
But with the best desire in the world
to oblige him, it was impossible for us
to determine which his own opinions
were among the variety to which his
characters gave vent. On the question
of miracle and magic we were given
choice of some half-a-dozen attitudes,
including the clerical-orthodox, the
blasphemously sceptical, the calmly
scientific, the innocently credulous, the
devilishly supernatural; and the only
solid satisfaction to be got out of this
medley of opinions (I speak for us
other common people, and not for Sir
OLIVER LODGE, who sat there in his
stall, towering above us, body and spirit)
came from the exponent of No. 5, who
concluded that it was better to marry a
concrete girl than to go on debating
about the impalpable. Even this was
not completely satisfactory, for it
meant the shattering of our faith in
the credulous maiden who used to
take her Irish temperament out into
the Park after dark and talk with the
spirit-folk. For it turned out that the
largest of the fairies with whom she
had consorted (returning from this
communion with the rapt face of a
mystic) was not a real fairy, and that
she had recognised him, all the time,
for a man.
He is, in fact, no other than the con-
jurer (known as The Stranger) whom the
girl's uncle (a duke) has commissioned
to perform before the household and
"brighten things up." But he is no
ordinary conjurer, for in the course of
learning the tricks of his trade ho has
caught a few germs of the Black Ait
and can do the most uncanny feats.
The girl's young brother, fresh from a
commercial apprenticeship in America,
where he has shed his faiths and illusions
and become clover enough to tell you,
very blatantly, how everything is done,
permits himself to behave towards the
conjurer in a most contumelious manner.
In revenge this Master of Magic ex-
hibits his Black Art, and one of his per-
formances— the turning of the colour
of a doctor's lamp, half a mile away,
from red to blue — is so inexplicable that
the boy's intellect becomes unhinged.
Nothing can save him except to learn
how it was done. So the conjurer in-
vents, for his private ear, a natural
cause for what was really the result of
devilment, and so the sceptic is restored
to sanity. Probably he was told that
this changing of light upon a little disc
at the back of the scenery had beon
arranged in collusion with the property-
man. Certainly that was my own un-
aided interpretation of the, mystery.
Indeed, Mr. CHESTERTON'S apparatus
was quite simple and, though he may
speak with disparagement of his play
as the work of an amateur, there was
trv.o professional art in the way in
which, without ever doing anything
very magical, he kept his audience
thrilled with the sense that there was
magic in the atmosphere, and that
something thrilling might happen at
any moment. Here ho was greatly
assisted by Mr. FRANKLIN DYALL, who
played The Stranger, and even in the
thickest of the argument never lost his
air of inscrutability. Mr. DYALL does
nothing without thought, and I can only
suppose that so intelligent an actor
remains rather stagey in his manner
for good reasons of his own.
The old gentleman who lent his house
and grounds for the purposes of the play
was described as The Duke. I do not
think this was because, like WELLING-
TON, he overtopped all other contem-
porary dukes, for he was the most
improbable of Graces. I can only
suppose that Mr. CHESTERTON must
have made him a duke simply because
strawberry-leaves, like wurzels, are in
the air just now. Mr. FRED LEWIS,
with his jolly rotundity, did not make
him any less improbable, but he got
great fun for us out of the Duke's in-
consequent association of ideas and his
habit of giving the same pecuniary
support to the Pros and Antis of every
social movement.
The part of Dr. Grimthorpc fitted
that irreproachable actor, Mr. WILLIAM
FARREN, as close as his own skin. As
the Rev. Cyril Smith, Mr. 0. P. HEGGIE'S
rather wooden and unemotional style,
with its suspicion of provincialism, gave
perhaps a stronger force to his argu-
ments than if they had been coloured
by gifts of refinement or fanaticism.
Still I could have wished that he had
done better justice to the lesson ho
delivered from the Book of Job as an
example of a magic more irrecoverable
than the greatest of Biblical miracles.
Of the younger people Mr. LYONEL
WATTS, though he was not quite the
"little, little boy" of his description in
the pl.iy, still seemed rather too juvenile
for so fluent a command of blasphemy ;
and Miss GRACE CROFT, as his sister^
did very little beyond looking intense
and talcing herself and Mr. CHESTERTON
very seriously — except in a certain
passage to which I shall refer in a
moment.
I think, by the way, that the little
" Prelude " scene, with the gentleman-
fairy talking spoils in the moonlight,
and the young girl hanging upon his
unearthly wisdom, might well be
omitted. The meagre information here
given to us, chiefly touching the popular
error as to the size of fairies, did not
quite compensate for tho long, long
wait in darkness while the scene-shifters
put up the Duke's interior. And, alter
all, we might have guessed that, for this
night at least, the little people would
be as large as life or larger; for is not
Mr. CHESTEBTCN also among the
fairies ?
The audience on the first night
seemed chiefly made up of superior
people, concerned to show themselves
connoisseurs of the Chestertonian man-
ner. They laughed swiftly and know-
ingly when Mr. SHAW'S name occurred.
I hope I laughed in some of the right
places, but I might easily have laughed
once in a wrong one and so shocked my
reverent neighbours. It wTas where the
girl Patricia comes to the conjurer, in an
agony of apprehension, to implore him
to reveal the way in which he had done
his lamp-trick; otherwise her brother
was bound to go stark mad. " Instead
of which " the conjurer proceeds to
make love, to her, and she to respond
playfully. In her light-hearted oblivion
she prattles of domestic prospects —
how, as his wife, she will darn his hat
and cook his goldfish for dinner — and
even goes so far as to make an old joke
about poached rabbits. This joke, of
course, was not the funny part. The
funny part (undesigned) was the fact
that the girl, in a spasm of self-interest,
had totally mislaid her mission ; had for-
gotten that, all the time while she was
getting engaged and making little jests,
there was her brother (we had heard
his groans whenever the door opened)
writhing on a bed of incipient imbecility.
I have just refreshed my memory of
this remarkable passage by reference
to the published version of the play.
It improves on closer acquaintance, and
this time I was free to laugh in the
wrong place, all by myself. O. S.
NOVEMBEB 19, 1913.] PUNCH, OR THK LONDON CIIAIMVAKI. 437
" GEORGE, GEORGE! SA\EHE! IT 's RUNNING AWAY !"
"ALL RIGHT, DARLING; YOU NEEDN'T BE AFRAID. DON'T YOU SEE I'M GETTING DOWN TO HELP YOU?'
OUR BOOKING-OFFICE.
(By Mr. Punch's Staff of Learned Clerks.)
IT is strange, after so long an interval, to be shown once
again the cruel and grotesque beauties of Mr. HARDY'S
world. In this collection of stories, A Changed Man
(MACMILLAN), I have received the impression of life
isolated and remote, sometimes sharply unreal, sometimes
almost naively arranged for unhappiness, always arresting
and provocative — that world that was, it seemed, finally
closed with the tragic history of Jnde the Obscure. The
life that Mr. HARDY reveals has in it some of the unsuspi-
cious credulity of a child. There are here old wives' tales
about dukes and corpses, graves at the cross-roads, fair and
unfaithful wives, that have about them a strangely simple
trust and confidence. By kitchen fires on Egdon Heath
such tales have for many years been told, and the grand
reality of rocks and moor beyond the lighted windows gives
the Ditkc and Alicia and the Dairymaid a spectral contrast
that causes the narrator, in the full Hood of his story, to fling
a glance over his shoulder. " The Grave-by the Handpost,"
" What the Shepherd Saw," " The Duke's Reappearance,"
betray this same glance. On Egdon, by night or day,
anything may occur, and hero, in these pages, wild desolation
and primitive history have their overwhelming effect. It
is finally the simplicity that remains ; and, as always in
Mr. HARDY'S world, it is a simplicity that is huge and
tragic but never artificial nor self-conscious. These tales
were there before Mr. HARDY, and they of themselves chose
him as their interpreter to the world ; and very wise they
were.
It is not often that the public-school novel (as opposed
to the school story) has an original central idea. As a rule
the author is content to take a small boy without any
particular characteristics to distinguish him from other
small boys, and describe his life at whatever public school
he, the author, happens to know best. Mr. CHARLES
TUHLEY, in his latest work, A Band of Brothers (HEINE-
MANN), has bson more ambitious. Ho has hit on the
excellent idea of making his hero the last of a super-athletic
family. Mr. Bumbold had been a member of " one of the
best elevens Granby over had," and four of his sons had
established such a Bumbold tradition at the school that,
when Joe, the youngest, went there and began to show a
disposition to bo head of his form instead of a marvel at
football, there was something more than mere consternation
in the family ; and only the discovery that this black sheep
had the makings of an excellent long-distance runner pre-
vented Mr. Bumbold from taking him away from Granby
in disgrace. Eventually Joz displayed other gifts, so that
on the last page we find him receiving from his father the
following compliment: "I'm afraid you will never get a
Blue at Oxford, but all the same it may be worth while to
send you there." To my mind, the best thing in an admir-
able book is the subtlety with which the characters of the
four great brothers are drawn. They appear but seldom,
yet it is quite easy to S3e that Pads is a thoroughly good
sort, that Bingo has the worst kind of swelled head, and
that Flip and Jumpj are so magnificent that they can
hardly bo treated as human beings at all. If Mr. TURLEY
has a fault (which is very doubtful), it is that he is apt to
allow his sense of caricature to run away with him. But,
after all, it is not a serious fault, and it is certainly one of
which other school story- writers with a sense of humour
have been guilty. It should bo unnecessary to add — but I
do it for the benefit of any curious reader who does not know
this best of school-chroniclers — that the Bumbold portraits
come straight out of Mr. TURLEY'S own head, and are not
drawn from the members of any well-known athletic family.
After begging Mr. EDEN PHILLPOTTS to come out of his
groove 1 should indeed be an ingrate if I did not thank him
for the leap he makes in his new book, The Joy of Youth
(CHAPMAN AND HALL) ; for he has left his Dartmoor rustics
and landed rather plumpingly upon people of lineage and
inherited traditions. Devonshire is still the background of
his story, but it is only the background ; the salient events
PUNCH, OR THE LONDON CHARIVARI. [NOVEMBER 19, 1913.
have Italy for their immediate setting. Here the author j I confess to having entertained an unworthy suspicion
finds scope for much instruction and entertainment, but i (unworthy in one who admires Mr. CAINE'S work as I do)
the erudition of the painter, Bertram Dangerfield, is over- that the -unlamented Swift was going not to be dead after
nm v\K n c-i _-i*w1 T 1 0 1'lirii 1 V ) I* 7i*/» 1 Afl Jl Infill /> Ti/ivt f O I L'O/1 -ill "Rl if- flul VDn 1 nlAnP n ., .• i-n-ni,-. ni-K?«.al.AJ.K _ • •
— J ' ™ O t"> vx' W \-*ti«.tl tltl Lt!l
all. But the real blow was something both more original
the erudition of the painter, .,„_, , ._ —
emphasised. His rival, Sir Ralegh Vane, Bart., talked — . uu. JJUK mo ieu,i uiuw was someining uocn more origin
and was doubtless meant to talk— like a prig, but Danger- ' and more human. I don't think you would evdr cuess°it
lielii'x long-windedness was often boring, and this could
scarcely have been intended, Tn,,«j*-,, nr*~in,, i, ,.,,.,,.,,,-
scarcely nave ueen mionaeu. J^oreaay Merton, however, I turned with the greatest excitement to hear The Truth
was charmed by his conversation. Local influences may j about Camilla (HEINEMANN), for all that I knew previously
have had something to do with this, for no sooner had . about any lady of that name was comprised in the last
she readied Florence, where he had a studio, than- she 'fifteen lines of the seventh book of the Atncid; but from
fell a victim to the spell of that bewitching city, and j that brief account I had gathered that she was an extremely
came to the conclusion that she had only just begun to interesting, able and active young person. As a matter of
live. Meanwhile Sir Italegh, whom she was originally , fact, the triumphs of Miss GERTRUDE HALL'S heroine lay
engaged to marry, remained at home and wrote letters to , in a different field and at a different date from those of
her, in which he announced that "Providence, in Whom I j Turnus' Amazonian aide-decamp, but none the less she
trust absolutely, will order things for the best from a i did not belie my hopes, and hardly for a moment of her
standpoint veiled in clouds beyond the mind of man to ^ career between the ages of nine and fifty did I weary of her
reach," and similar things. Before I was half through the • exploits. Fairly sure from the beginning that she was the
book I knew that the baronet would never marry Loveday daughter of Count Mari, and not of his steward I was
if Mr pu,T.T.,»vnTB ™nl,l i^ir, _ scarcely surprised at' the en-
if Mr. PHILLPOTTS could help
it. For he deliberately mars
his story in order to be unfair
to the type. To make an
Aunt Sally out of an aristo-
crat is too cheap an amuse-
ment for a novelist of his
ability. Nevertheless, when
all my complaints have been
made, The Joy of Youth re-
mains a pleasant guide to
the treasures of Florence, and
to the heart of a peculiarly
attractive girl.
When a story with a title
like The Irresistible Intruder
(LANE) begins with the expect-
ed visit of a small boy to some
quiet people in the country,
and their fears that he is go-
ing to prove an unmitigated
nuisance, you may be prettv
safe in assuming that he will
turn out to be nothing of the
kind. Which of course is
what happened. Publins,the
Policeman (investigating a burglary). "Now, IF YOD COULD
TRACE THK OWKEB OP THIS SHOE
Householder. "WELL, DO I LOOK LIKE A PAIKT PBIXCE?"
. ,- ,
homely and freckled but altogether lovable little guest of the
fennels, has not entered the story for ten minutes before
his instant subjugation of his host is followed by that of the
reader. But it is not till later that you will relish the full
significance of the book's title, and see that Publitu was
the only irresistible boy whose arrival set a peaceful
gaging mixture she showed
of patrician pride and good
tasta witii a peasant's endur-
ance and simplicity. Her
beauty and her brains (she
told such fascinating lies as
ai'e, I believe, only possible
to children of the sunny
South) raised her to the proud
position of consort to a worn-
out and cynical Russian
prince; but she met the love
of her life in an opera singer
many years her junior, with
whom she would not consent
to stay lest he should tire of
her as she grew old. Finally,
after his early death, we
leave her enjoying a peaceful
and moderate splendour,
richly deserved, as a marchesa
in her native Florence.
There is a great deal more
than this, however. Camilla
moves in many circles dur-
ing her varied career — in the
humble home of her youth, amidst the entourage of the
famous American novelist, Mrs. Northmere, in the glittering
world of Monte Carlo, and behind the scenes at the opera—
but in all of them with a light-footed agility almost rivalling
that of her Volscian namesake, self-possessed, adequate and
triumphantly facing the buffets of the world. I ought to
add that Miss GERTRUDE HALL made me feel as if I had
neighbourhood bvthphppls A™fK0,. 4. -tV — ,r 1 ° "uuc<.a ui me \vunu. j. ou"nc to
travelling companion Mr WITT 7r ?, i ' • 'i ! I"018 V1V'd Personality >n fiction than that of Camilla I
UAKUIIUU. IVir. V\ ILLIAM CAINS has in s inrf; linvo OT-ovi- U^,,., fK»4. tu_ ___i -/•
11-
ravellmg companion. Mr.
love-stor, and as captiv
in short
I remember
bound
about
\l
Joan Swift
young . O
that jolly PMilu, had the time of their
haPPened- Of coul'se. it had been
There was an occasional air of mystery
that foredoomed it from the first And
JT j • -w*vyii vunu unuiu \JL 1/ttr/rvHCt J.
have every hope that the crowd of readers will overlook
her numerous peccadillos and follow the rapid flight of her
daring fortunes, as I did, attonitis inhians animis.
The Martyr's Way.
If you would climb to PARNELL'S throne,
Prison 's the place to make your mark in ;
Tli3 crown that once was REDMOND'S own
Now lies upon the crest of LARKIN.
" Clothes— Advertiser wants to sell her son's Clothes privately."
Advt. in " Norwood Press."
I here will be trouble when he finds out.
NOVKMBEB 26, 1913.J
PUNCH, 011 THE LONDON CHARIVARI.
439
CHARIVARIA.
IT is denied that the KAISEU has
forbidden his ollicers to dance the
i'ango, the One-Step, and the Two-
Step; but it is well known that he
prefers the old-fashioned Goosc-Step.
" MEXICO TRAMS JUMP "was a heading
which caught our eye the other day in
the financial column of The Mar. This
[jives one some idea of the state of
nerves that everyone and everything is
in just now over there.
The Budapest Court of Appeal has
sentenced an ex-member of the Hun-
garian Parliament to one month's im-
prisonment, and two others to two
weeks' imprisonment, for throwing
ink-pots at the PREMIER. It is clear
that any usurpation of the right of
journalists is very jealously watched
in Hungary. # $
"It has been suggested," said the
POSTMASTER-GENERAL at a dinner last
week, "that, when the London Post-
Office telephone system is in full
working Older, we should have our
hair cut by telephone." As a matter
of fact we have already heard people
who declare that they have besn
fleeced by it. $ *
During the official round of inspec-
tion before the opening of the Autumn
Salon in Paris, a study in the nude
by a Dutch artist was adjudged to be
perilous to the morals of Parisians, and
the police had it removed forthwith.
The sense of relief in Paris on the next
day, when the citizens realised what a
narrow escape their morals bad bad,
is said to defy description. -
:|: #
*
The painting in question, we are
told, was thrust into a dark cupboard.
This sounds like the appropriate place
for it if the cupboard was like Mother
Hubbard's.
for the Panama Exhibition. One of
tho attractions is to be a scenic repre-
sentation, entitled, "Creation," based
on the first chapter of Genesis. An
attempt, we understand, is to bo made
to persuade Great Britain to lend Mr.
Justice EVE, and F ranee Mmc. ADAM, in
connection with this show.
With reference to the announcement
that Mr. SEYMOUR HICKS will probably
bring Broadway Jones to tho Prince of
Wales' Theatre in January, the manager
of the Strand Theatre would like it to
" Three hundred and sixty mill girls
came out on strike at liraintree yester-
day, and paraded the town singing
in rag - time." This should surely
lave been headed, " STKIKEKS'
Yl'.U'ON."
,,. .,.
*
Excavations at Jericho, it transpires,
prove that the walls of that city were
not destroyed to the extent we wore led
to believe, and a great deal is being
made of this fact. For ourselves, we
think it would be well to let by-gones
be by-gones. $ .,.
Free shows for the people are not so
common that one should omit to draw
attention to the fact that those star-
artistes, tho Leonids, are now giving
their clever vol plane performance early
in the morning. ^ ^
Preparations for amusement on a
colossal scale, we read, are being made
First Housebreaker (resting from his labours).
AN' 'E SEZ TO ME, ' WHY DON'T YEB JOIN
THE BYMPERTIIETIO STRIKE? ' 'E SEZ. ' YUS,1
SEZ I, ' THAT 'B ALL VEBY WELL, BUT I GOT
TO LIVE. I CAN'T TAKE xo BLOOMING BISKS.' "
be known that this friend of Mr. HICKS
is not one of " The Joneses."
* *
"I spend £14,000 a year on my
clothes," says Mile. GABY DESLYS in
The Patrician.. So much for those
persons who think she does not weai
enough 1 $ *
Attention is once more being drawn
in the Press to the danger of crossing
the road in London, and a recent draw-
ing by our Mr. MORROW leads us to
ask the authorities seriously to consider
whether it might not be possible to
train powerful birds to carry littl
children and old ladies and gentlemen
from one side of the street to the other
* if
if
During his twenty-three years' sor-
ice at Eye, Suffolk, the rate-collector,
t is stated, has never had to issue a
ingle summons against a ratepayer.
?hoso who hold that miracles never
lappen nowadays would do well to
emember this instance of a rate-col-
ector getting the universal Glad Eyo.
-',• #
*
A statement that live animals were
shut up in the old battleship Empress
of India during tho recent firing
xercises is officially denied. There
was not even a single representative of
a hostile naval Power on board. Could
mmanity go further ?
" SCAPE— SCAPE."
THE lawn is all with rime embossed,
There must have been a touch of frost
This fair effect contriving ;
But blue of cornflowers is the sea;
The marsh is gold ; it seems to ma
The snipe should be arriving.
The snipe's a nimble little elf;
His bill 's as long as he himself;
He dodges like the dsvil.
[ take my gun and look for him
Beside the ditch's silent brim
And round the sea-girt level;
And there the bouncing Clumber pup
Tempestuously puts him up —
"Scape — Scape," he blithely carols;
And so he does, before my eyes,
Because I hate the way he flies,
And miss with both my barrels.
" For sale as a GoingConcert. — By Direction
of Trustees. Valuable Leasehold Sawing and
Turning Hills."
Adrt. in " Afancliesttr Guardian."
We have often heard them at work in
an orchestra.
" Alice, do one sweet thing more, because
it 's Christinas morning. ' Come and watch
the sunset round the corner.' "
Grand Magazine.
Alice (on her return). "Aren't the
evenings drawing in ? "
14 Ten thousand 1 It rolls deliciously upon
the tongue, a rich, a satisfying number.
Pleasant its figures are to the eye ; a picture
of round achievement is in 10,000, five magic
circles and the upright staff that has traced
them."
"Ereniny Kf irs " (in case t/oii hadn't guessed iff.
"Five magic circles be blowed," said
the unpostical compositor. " He 's got
to have four ovals and a comma, like
the rest of "em."
•140
PUNCH, OK THE LONDON CHARIVARI. [NOVEMBER 26, 1913.
THE SODA-WATER SIPHON.
DEAR MK. PUNCH, — I make no
apology for addressing you oil the
subject of my Soda-Water Siphon
becau.se //<>«, Sir, are accountable fo
v.lm' I have gone through. You wi
recall that not a great many weeks ag
you protested, by the pen of a con
trilmtor, against the reiteration on ou
1 nsuranco Cards of the term, " Tli
week commencing." Well, ever since
can remember 1 have been galled, Sii
and made sore and restive by the sub
stitution, not only of "commence'' fo
"begin," but of "assist" for "help,
-sufficient" for "enough," etc., etc.
etc., etc., and, I may add, that 013
UN iitment is quite apart from a privati
conviction that I pay for these popula
refinements of my mother tongue when
I pay the Education rate. You may
judge, then, how Jinn is my habit o
self-suppression when 1 say that for
more than seven years I have, withou
revolt, endured as right-handcompaniot
at my dinner table a Soda- Water Siphon
bearing the inscription : —
THIS SYPHON
IS THE PROPERTY OF
J AMKS . WODDLE,
The Arcade Grocery,
WIUCII IF NOT BKTURXED IN REASONABLE
TIME wrLL BE CHARGED 2«. Gd.
Your protest, Mr. Punch, Sir, fell like
rain on the arid soil of my compliance
it was like leaven in the dough of rny idle
acquiescence. I burst into leaf. I rose
It was easy to decida that ibe proper
thing to do was to write to my grocer.
To speak to him would be to humiliate
him in the presence of his ne'w bacon-
cutter. On the other hand, if I wrote, he
could read and hide his blushes behind
the little screened desk where (as I
happen to know, for I once drew a
cheque there) he uses a potato as a pin-
cushion.
Having decided to write I simply
took a pen and wrote, courteously
adopting bis illiterate way of spelling
the word Siphon : —
SIB, — Referring to your Soda-
Water, I observe that the Syphons bear
a printed notice to the effect that if the
Syphon is not returned it 'will be
charged half-a-crown.' It is clearly
impossible to exact a fine from a Soda-
Water Syphon. Why not therefore
alter the label ? Yours faithfully,
J. M. PABSLIP."
Mr. W'oddle's reply came next day,
skewered to a Stilton cheese with a pin.
It was written on very thin paper with
a very hard-pointed pen.
SIB, — I am in receipt of your
esteemed communication. I always
charge the Syphons 2s. &d. when not
returned. We are obliged to do so in
order to protect ourselves. Soliciting
continuance of your esteemed favours,
Yours respectfully,
JAMES WODDLE."
I hastened to reply.
" DEAR SIR, — You have misread 1113
letter. I quite agree that you mus
protect yourself against loss of you
Syphons, but why not say on the labe
that I — the user — will be charged half
a-crown? You cannot possibly mean
that the Syphon will be charged half-a
crown. Pardon my writing to you or
this subject, but in point of fact the
wording on the label causes me some
annoyance. Yours faithfully,
J. M. PABSLIP."
By return of post I got Mr. Woddle's
answer : —
Sin, — I am in receipt of your
esteemed communication. I can only
repeat that when Soda- Water Syphons
are not returned they will be charged
2.s. 6rf. I have no intention of charg-
ing you for your Syphons. We used,
at one time, to make this charge
universally, but it was unpopular ancl
we found it unnecessary with our large
circle of customers among the nobility
and gentry of the .neighbourhood. 'At
;be same time we are bound to protect
ourselves, and therefore put the notice
on the Syphons to which you take
exception. Hoping this explanation
will be satisfactory and soliciting a
intinuance of your esteemed favours,
Yours respectfully,
JAMES WODDLE."
I could not obviously let the matter
rest there, so I sat down and laid
myself out to settle the thing for good
and all.
'.;MY DEAR SIR," I wrote,— "Please
lo not misunderstand me. I fully
•ealis'e that you must reimburse your-
=elf in the event of your Syphons not
>eing returned to you; that is only
air and reasonable. What I object to,
f 1 may say so, is that on the printed
abel you clearly state that the Syphons
vill be charged half-a-crown, and this
s an absolute impossibility. If you
ead the label you will see that the
elative ' which ' refers to the Sypkon.
Purely this is clear.. What you mean
s that, if for any reason the user
myself, for instance) fails altogether,
r unreasonably delays, to make due
estitution of any Syphon or Syphons
o you (the rightful owner), then you
eserve the right, in the event of its not
eing returned in reasonable time, to
xact from him (me, for instance) the
aymentof the sum of two-and-sixpence
each Syphon lent by you. This is
what you mean. Then why not say it?
The continued publication year after
year of a printed phrase which is
blatantly ungrammatical can only tend
to undermine our native tongue, and I
submit that it is incumbent on you to
do your duty to the public by revising
the label. Yours faithfully,
J. M. PABSLIP."
Woddle's amazing reply came with
the bacon next morning : — •
" Sin,— I am duly in receipt of your
esteemed' communication. I am sur-
prised that a gentleman should continue
to make complaints when a satisfactory
explanation has been offered. If my
Syphons are not returned they will bo
charged 2s. 6d. 1 put it on the labels
so that gentlemen may know before-
hand, and that 's business. I don't
know why, .after all there years, a
gentleman should object to mv Soda-
Water, which is the best made and
same as always supplied. Soliciting a
continuance of your esteemed favours,
Yours respectfully,
JAMES WODDLE."
It was impossible to do more than I
:iad done. It also seemed unreasonable
;o go on ordering Soda- Water from
Woddle. I had grounds for reconsider-
ing this decision, however, when the
rival Siphon was. put on rny table.
The label ran as follows : —
THIS SYPHON
IS THE PROPERTY OF
CHARLES F. BINKS,
Family Grocer, 19, Wool Street,
AND WHICH IF NOT RETURNED IN REASONABLE
TIME WILL BE CHARUKD 'As. Gd.
The italics are mine. Please, Mr.
Punch, tell me what I ought to do next.
Yours obediently,
J. M. PABSLIP.
Mr. Hicks, yesterday, executed twojflights
ipside down. . . . This afternoou Mr. Hieeks
gain went up. . . . During hi? experiments
his afternoon Mr. Hucks flew head down-
wards."— Cork Examiner.
The blood. seems to have rushed into
lis name.
It is alleged that he stabbed a labourer on
tie cheek with a knife held in his hand."
Glasgow Evening Citizen.
The good old-fashioned stroke with the
knife held between the second and
third toes of the left foot is losing
favour.
" The language of Scott and Burns is not a
heritage to lightly be dropped, though too
little is being done to avert that act."
Paisley Gazette.
Luckily the language of SHAKSPEABE
and MILTON is in the safe hands of our
contemporary.
PUNCH, OR THE LONDON CHAKI VARI.— NOVKMHKR 26, 1913.
THE NEW ULYSSES.
•"COURAGE/ HE SAID, AND POINTED TOWARD THE LAND."
THE LOTOS-EATERS.
NOVEMBER 26, 1913.] PUNCH, OR THE LONDON CHARIVARI.
443
Our Demon Tangoist (to fair stranger, to wlwm fie lias just been introduced). " WHAT 'B DOIN' ? WHAT 's DOIN' ? WILL YOU SHOUT? '
Fair Stranger. "How ABOUT NUMBED FIFTEEN?" Demon Tangoist. "Norms' DOIN', NOTHIH' DOIN'. SHOUT AGAIN."
IMAGINARY CONVERSATIOMS.
(Mr. ARNOLD WBITE and Mr. LEO
MAXSE.)
Mr. WHITE. "Tliis Government of
political GBHAZIS —
Mr. MAXSE. " How dare you com-
pare them to GEHAZI, Sir? GEHAZI
was merely a leper, a liar and a thief.
And you call yourself a Die-Hard ! "
Mr. WHITE. "I am »v Die-Hard. I
dje hard in The Express every Monday. [
My blood will be shed in the last ditch !
— the very last ditch. No one will die
harder."
Mr. MAXSE. "You are not a Die-hard.
You are a base, trimming mandarin.
GEHAZI, indeed ! GEHAZI would have
blushed even to walk past Downing
Street."
Mr. WHITE. " I live in hopes of
seeing ANANIAS ASQUITH swinging from
a Downing Street lamp-post."
Mr. MAXSE. " Your humanity, Sir,
is that of a coward. I live in hopes of
seeing that disgraceful cur, whom you
grossly (latter by comparison with
a not wholly worthless character like
ANANIAS — I say I live in hopes of
seeing him stamped under foot by the
herd of polluted swine he is leading to
a political Gehenna."
Mr. WHITE. " And BIBRELL, the
Herod who demands slaughtered heca-
tombs of Ulster's babes?"
Mr. MAXSE. " If I am to continue
conversing with you, Sir, I will endure
no insults to HEROD. HEROD may
have had a trifle of inhumanity, but, at
any rate, he was never swayed by
American dollars."
Mr. WHITE. " But what do you think
of CHURCHILL — CHURCHILL, who took
a royal salute on the high seas, thus
proclaiming himself a traitor to King
and country? Surely you agree with
me that he would be none the worse
for a hanging? "
Mr. MAXSE. " I disagree absolutely.
A hanging! Why, many highly re-
spectable men have been hanged! I
would have him impaled over an oil-
furnace in one of those Dreadnoughts
whose plans he has sold to Germany.
Then, like his fellow-criminals, he will
for once be dabbling in oil."
Mr. WHITE. " And McKENNA, the
paltry, mean, squalid robber! Should
we not have his head off? "
Mr. MAXSE. " Sir, I perceive you are
a vile Coalitionist. Why this tender-
ness to traitors? These are times for
men to speak out, not to mince their
words. Beware of lukewarm ness. As
for the caitiff you mention, I would
immerse him in a vat of boiling leeks
and enjoy, as a patriot should, his
coward howling."
Mr. WHITE. " Still, we shall agree
on one point. We cannot differ about
the Marconi saint? "
Mr. MAXSE (gasping). "I need a new
language. I cannot speak — I choke.
(Converses violently in the deaf and
dumb alphabet for ten minutes.) Now
talk to me of some one pure and noble
and disinterested."
Mr. WHITE. " What a comfort we
have F. E. SMITH—
Mr. MAXSE. " That accursed Moder-
ate ! A man who dines with members of
the Criminal Cabinet — whose speeches
are all courtesies and honeyed compli-
ments to the traitors ! "
Mr. WHITE. " At any rate Lord WIL-
LOUGHBY I>E BROKE —
Mr. MAXSE. " Ah ! There you have a
man. BROKE and myself are the Last
of the Old Guard."
Mr. WHITE. " What about me ? "
Mr. MAXSE: "BROKE and myself
' and not another to help ! Would there
were one more outspoken man of brain
and heart. For such a one I would give
! an army of mealy-mouthed Moderates."
I Mr. WHITE (testily). " Good night."
414
PUNCH, OR THE LONDON CHARIVARI. [NOVEMBER 26, 1913.
RHYMING SLANG.
" How 's the bother and gawdfers ? "
I heard a porter in Covent Garden ask,
by way of afterthought, loudly of a
friend from whom he had just parted.
"Eight as rain," was the shouted
ri ply ; and I went on my way in a
state of bewilderment as to what they
wero talking about. What was a
bother and what a gawdfer? 1 could
i think of nothing except possibly some
pet animal, or a nickname for a mutual
friend. In a higher commercial rank
they might have been gold mines.
Among soldiers they would have been
officers. I asked a few acquaintances,
but without any result, and so made a
note of the sentence and dismissed it
until the man who knows should arrive.
In course of time 1 found him.
knows because he has
had a varied career in
both hemispheres, even
to the navigation of
tramp steamers, and is
able and ready to talk
with anyone. Conver-
sational ease and natur-
alness in every class of
life are pre-eminently
his. He has seen some
strange things too, in-
cluding the hanging of
women, and he has
swapped stories with
both STEVENSON and
MARK TWAIN. To-day
he is journalising in
London ; to-morrow he
may be off again for
He
only principle it has is a perverse
passion for obliquity.
When an American is asked a ques-
tion for which he lias no answer, and
he says, " Search me," he is emphasising
iu a striking and humorous way his
lotal lack of information on that point.
When he calls a very strong whisky
"Tangle-foot," he indicates its peculiar
properties in unmistakable fashion in
the briefest possible terms. When the
same man sees a notoriously intellectual
person and exclaims, " Another high-
brow," be at once calls up a picture of
SHAKSPEARE, Mr. HALL CAINE, Sir
OLIVER LODGE, or some other domed
cranium associated in our minds with
literary pursuits. His slang is essen-
tially pictorial. But when a Londoner
head is a lump of lead, a pillow is
a weeping icilioiv, and to sleep is to
plowjh the deep. A certain bibulous
and quarrelsome peer was told by a
cabman that he hadn't been "first for
a bubble." It was probably only too
true ; but what do you think it means ?
It means that he hadn't been First of
October for a bubble and squeak:
reduced to essentials, sober for a week.
All this and more my friend told me.
Hero are some anatomical terms. The
face is the Chevy, from Chevy Chase ;
the nose is / suppose, this being one of
the cases where the whole rhyme is
always used; the brain is the once
again, shortened to "once"; the eye is
a mince, from mince pie ; the hand is
bag, from bag of sand; the arm the
'Frisco, Sydney, any-
where. That is my man.
asks another after his "bother and false, from false alarm. The ossophagus
gawdfers," there may be a certain (so to speak) is the Derby, or Derby
Kelt, from one Derby
Kelly ; the garment
that covers it is the
Charlie, from Charlie
Prescott; but who these
heroes were I have not
discovered. A collar is
an Oxford, from Oxford
scholar. Nothing, you
see, is gained by rhym-
ing slang; no saving in
time; and often indeed
the slang term is longer
than the real woid, as
in tie, which is all me,
from all me eye, and
hat, which is this and
that in full.
Your feet are your
plates, from plates of
meat; your boots are
your daisies, from daisy
THE JOY-TOUR.
Super-Cargo (with delight). "I SAT, THESE CROSS-MARKS ON THE ROAD MAP
DON T MEAN SECONDARY OB BAD, ONLY VERY PICTURESQUE, SO WE CAN LET HER
RIP." (Tliey do, as usual.)
T "^S|t.areabofcherandagawdfer?"i asinine funniness in the remark, but roots ; your teeth fare your h
there is neither cleverness nor colour. \ from a northern common • money i1
A wife and kid of course, he said He might as well have said wife and 'don't be, from don't be funnu- the
£ of saying "of kids, whereas, when Americans use a fire is the Anna, from Anna Maria
slang word, it is because it is better Whisky is/ 'm so, from I 'm so frisky ;
than the other word. K«rt« ;« *,,•„>„ :„ /..n . j_i_ . _ -,
Ordinary London slang has few
— _ merits. "Nut," for example, carries
forbids. And then, according to the no picture with it. Nor does it explain
7*11 1 A r.n A frnrmi i-» *-* «T^sv-^I in **1 ', . I L — J *i_ i * , , rt i , ,
course " there.)
I looked perplexed, and he added—
" Rhyming slang, you know. Wife is
bother and strife.' Kids are 'God
rule
curious development of language and
the Londoner's mania for calling
nothing by its right name.
Some one said recently, when a
member of the company had accused
America of having no poetry, " What
then is her slang ? " And he was right,
American slang is poetry, her poetry.
It is descriptive, vivid and full of
images. But no such certificate can
be given to rhyming slang, which is
without any reason at all and, after the
rule referred to above has been put in
operation, without rhyme too. The
beer is pig's ear in full ; the waiter is
the hot, from hot pc.rtater ; and so forth.
And these foolish synonyms are really
used too, as you will find out with the
advertisement pictures, " tells a story."
But if we condemn ordinary London
slang for its dulness, what shall we say
of rhyming slang ? Only this, that the
Englishman should blush for it. The
silliness of it is abysmal. Look at this
sentence : " So I took a flounder to the
pope, laid my lump on the weeping,
and did a plough." That is quite a
normal remark in any public bar. It
means that the speaker went home in
a cab and was quickly asleep. Why?
Because a cab is a flounder and dab ;
one's home is the Pope of Borne; a
let me give it : in the Garden — Covent
Garden, fiom Dolly Vardon.
But what I want now to know is
the extent of the rhyming vocabulary
and the process by which new words
are added to it. Supposing, for example,
it was felt that Mr. BERNARD SHAW had
to be referred to in rhyming slang,
who would decide that he was to be
known as, say, Holdycr, from hold yer
jaw? Who would invent that term
and how would it gain currency ? That
question my friend could not answer.
Is there not some sociologist who can ?
NOVEMBER 26, 1913.] PUNCH, OR THE LONDON CHARIVARI.
415
A LAPSE IN ART.
(The photographic smile, is going out oj
fashion. A sleepy look is said to b<-
taking its place.)
I BEAD it on the printed page ;
It stood out sharp as fate,
That that wide smile, so long the rage
With ladies of tlio lighter stage,
Is doomed and out of date.
Those steady lips that served to show
Twin rows of glittering while,
The canines well exposed, as though '
The artist meant to put below,
" Be careful, for I bite,"
Henceforth, if what men say is truth,
Are wholly banned and barred;
Of all I 've loved from early youtli
There will not be a single tooth
On any picture card.
My comrades charge me not to weep ;
For, tho' the smile be doomed,
In place thereof a look of deep
And calmly idiotic sleep
Even now is being boomed.
But how could such a thing atona
To my distracted heart ?
'Tis worse. I do not sigh alone
For that long smirk so tried and
known ;
I mourn the fall of Art.
For lack of truth I hold a sin
Of infinite degree ;
There was some colour for the grin ;
But where the sleepy look comes in
Is one too much for me.
Nay, judging by the strenuous way
In which these-damsels make
Their noble matches, one would say
That, far from being sleepy, they
Are very wide awake.
DuM-Duii.
THE PENALTY OF GEEATNESS.
THEHE was once a man who went
twenty-three times to the performance
of Peter Pan, and was inspired thereby
with a belief in fairies. He confessed
his belief openly and vowed to devote
his life to proving its truth. He him-
self would find a fairy.
And to this end he cut himself off
from the world, and dwelt in wood-
land ways still untouched by hoardings
blatant with the praise of petrol. Until
at last, by great good hap, he found the
frontier of Fairyland, and was called
upon to display his luggage for inspec-
tion.
" Nothing to declare," he announced
boldly; but his word was not deemed
sufficient, and he had to submit to a
search. Not that this troubled him,
for his conscience was dear. In fact,
Counsel. "Now TELL M'LUD AXD GENTLEMEN OP THE JUBY WHAT WAS THE DEFENDANT'S
CONDITION WHEN IN VOUI1 BAB."
Witness. "\VELL, SIB, I SHOULD SAT 'FBESH BUT SEBVABLE."'
as his spiritual equipment was unpacked
he was very proud of it.
" What is this ? " demanded the
Customs officer suddenly, and the man
had to confess that he did not know.
He was dimly conscious of possessing
the thing, but that was all, and so it
had to be examined. And lot it proved
to be a little thought, the thought that
his ability to believe in fairies raised
him above his fellows. A little thought,
hidden away right at the back of his
mind, but it was enough. The fairy
regarded it sadly and shook his head.
" That sort of pride," he said, " has
ever been contraband in our country.
You must leave it outside."
But the man demurred, offering to
pay the heaviest duty upon it ; for he
realised that the thought had become
a living part of himself, even as his
fingers and toes. He had been but
vaguely aware of it, but now he felt
that life without it would be a joyless
thing.
" What," he asked plaintively, " is
the good of believing in fairies, if it
does not make one a superior person?"
But the fairy inspector was adamant.
" Either you cast that aside, or you
go," he said.
And the man went.
" To-night and every evening :
GRAND SOCIETY CIRCUS
The most remarkable collection of trained
animals cvor seen in London."
Adit, in " Evening News."
Shall we never hear the last of this
Tango business ?
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PUNCH, OR THE LONDON CHARIVARI. [NOVEMBER 26, 1913.
OUR ANNUAL MASSACRE.
Major Hertingfordhury telegraphed :
Will 1,000 cartridges bo
I replied: "Thanks very
"Delighted.
enough '.' ''
To which
much. Will last me nicely for season."
Jim s.'iit a post-card : "Right. Sup-
pose it's going to be like last yea
Lunch at 1.0?"
The weather was excellent. So was th
lunch. 1 pointed out that they shoul
make the most of what might prov
easily the best feature of the day, an
we got off about 2.30 P.M. Jarge, th
gardener, scraped his boots on n spade
slung the potato-sack — I should saj
game-bag—over his shoulder, whistlei
to Spider, and followed us as soon a
his pipe was well alight. Jim starei
at the dog in an extremely offensiv
manner, but said nothing.
Any idea of walking the rough fiel<
in line for a rabbit was frustrated b}
the spaniel. I had left strict orders fo
him to bo taken a long walk in th
morning and, if possible, to be
thoroughly tired out ; but the brut
had kept a good bit in hand, and we
were all well blown before we got bin
on a lead. This delay gave time for
maid from the house to catch us up
with the news that the men had finishec
cleaning out the ashpit and would lib
to see the master before they went. '.
sent a verbal honorarium, pulled the
shoot together, and started off again
We spread out through the allotments
the occupants courteously ceasing work
to note our passage, and entered the
stubble.
There was a great deal of stubble
acres and acres of it, with only one
precious patch of roots into which
we hoped to chivvy the birds — when
found. We walked and walked ; had a
breather; walked again, and at last
came upon them. A covey of thirteen,
all full-feathered in the wing, strong in
the leg and keen-eyed. Unluckily they
found us a fraction of a second sooner
than we did them and hopped over a
hedge. We nipped round and chivvied
cautiously up wind. I was afraid that
Spider's breathing as he bore on the
leash would put them up. We breasted
rising ground and saw them. They
saw us, too, and began running towards
the station-sidings, where we had lost
them last time. Jim and I doubled
back and round to cut them off. An
engine shrieked and the birds
wide to swing round behind us ...
down with a turn of wing in the far
meadow. T1!-^ ji«~*. ~K:
failure.
At this point Major Hertingfordbury
came up and asked whether we in-
tended driving at all, as, if not, his
got up
The first chivvy was a
man could take his second gun and hi
stick back to the houso and see to
few details on the car. Jim said th
birds were a bit wild, but how wouh
it be now to send .largo well roun
behind them, casual like, to push 'en
back on to our ground, we keeping l
in tho ditch '.' Jarge said that, knowing
Grierson's cowman, ho thought it migh
be done and that without offence, i
anyone would take on Spider for a bi
and the light held up.
It worked all right. The cove]
winded him tho moment he crep
under the stile into the meadow ; they
seemed thoroughly roused now and go
up squawking their loudest. They
made a wide circle, shied at the sidings
and finally settled in the roots. It
was the moment of tho afternoon
Jarge returned breathless and beaming
There was no time to shake hands
We gave Spider back to him; then,
the Major in the centre, Jim and I on
the flanks, pale, grim, and at the ready,
we stole up. The swedes were high,
our hopes higher. . . .
I still think we might have got them
but for sheer bad luck. Jarge trod on
a rabbit, hit at it with his stick, and
missed it. The spaniel barked himself
free and plunged into the chase witl
all the pent-up ardour of the last two
hours. His idea seemed to be that if
he only jumped high enough and came
down hard enough, listening for a
moment between whiles, he might stun
something before it could escape. Like
a porpoise at play, he leaped on before
our outraged eyes and raucous voices.
Well out of shot, sudden as pantomime
ilemons, the birds rose around him.
Far down the valley they skimmed —
were seen as specks against the setting
sun as they rose to the river
then
10 more. , .'
VVe filled our pipes and walked home
n silence. As I stopped behind to close
.he gate there was a pattering of feet,
tnd out of the darkness came Spider,
n his mouth was a rabbit. It just
>aved us from a blank day.
One hesitates to accuse any class of
nen of cowardice, but the following
xtract from The Post Office Guide
eems to point at least to vicarious
imidity on the part of our postal
fticials:— "Packets containing liquids,
reasy substances, or live bees can be
ent to countries in the Postal Union,
'hey must be made up so that they
an be easily opened for purposes of in-
pection, with the exception of packets
ontaining live bees, which must be
nclosed in boxes so constructed as to
Jow the contents
ithout opening."
to be ascertained
GOOD NEWS FOR RUPERT.
(Suggested l»j an inspiriting para,/r,i/,h
•upon a recent exhibition which slated
that a reaction against luxurious uiu!
effeminate apparel for totj-doij* lni'.l
set in.)
So long as Poms and Pekingese
And lordlier tykes, mayhap, than these
Would go to Bond Street tailors,
And every day adown the road
One saw exotic reptiles lowed
In fancy suitings u la mode
And Homburg hats or " sailor ;,"
I also did my humble best
To have my Irish terrier dressed
In fairly decent clothing,
Last some proud darling on a chain,
Attached to Beauty's chatelaine,
Should point the forepaw of disdain
And flout him as a low thing.
I could not give him patent boots,
Nor all the gear of hats and suits,
That made these playthings too pert
But what my humble means allowed
I may be poor, but 1 am proud),
That none might scorn him in the
crowd,
I freely gave to Rupert.
A thickish coat of homespun tweed,
A cap to save his ears at need
From that brute of the vicar's,
large-brimmed, because he fights with
cats,
?wo pairs of purple-coloured spats
To guard him from the bites of rats,
And two of football knickers.
Yes, that was all. Yet I may say
He jibbed at even this display,
He simply loathed his swathing ;
You should have seen his coat, by Jove,
3n days when he decreed to rove,
His Tyrian gaiters turned to mauve
By dint of frequent bathing.
But now the edict issues forth —
iet it be barked from south to north —
Fashion has changed her habits ;
he hat, the gown, the sock, the snood
Jave sunk into desuetude,
he stout goloshes may be chewed
As substitutes for rabbits.
And Rupert — with what conscious pride
He prances at his master's side
And leaves him at his daily 'bus:
A freer, but a happier hound,
And (gentle ladies, gather round)
I think quite adequately gowned
In pur is naturalibits. EVOE.
" Crabbo proposed marriage, which, though
followed by a short engagement, never came
oft." — Daily Chronicle.
Perhaps the marriage would have been
more successful if tho engagement had
com'e first.
NOVKMHKU >2C,, 1913.] PUNCH, OR THE LONDON CIlAKIVAiU. 447
"^
•
MkA»\a
Prowl Member, "Now TELL MB, HOW DID YOU FIND OCE GREENS ?"
Distinguislied Visitor. "WELL, YOU SEE, THEY HAD FLAGS osi THEM! "
THE SUPER-AGITATOR.
So long as Mr. JAMES LARKIN con-
tinues his timid and half - hearted
methods he will never gain that full
publicity and approval which lie so
much desires. Only the weaklings were
impressed by the manner in which, on
his return to freedom, he staggered
Dublin, shook Ireland, and made threat-
ening grimaces at Great Britain. A
really competent agitator would have
staggered the earth, shaken the solar
system and shot ink into the Milky
Way.
A Daily Mail writer has told us that
" if Larkin at a public meeting is given
the lie direct he jumps from the plat-
form and hits his accuser on the jaw."
Surely that is a totally inadequate
method of dealing with such an amazing
contretemps. A really strong man would
take hold of the chairman and hurl him
at his accuser, striking that unhappy
person on both jaws and also giving
him a thick ear.
"Every man, woman and girl who
has gone back to work while I have
been in prison must come out again,"
LARKIN is reported to have said. But
give us a thorough agitator, he would
have ordered the recall of all the Irish
who had settled down comfortably in
the United States ; he would have wired
at the same time to the Channel Fleet
to be off Dublin at daybreak and await
orders for proper treatment of the em-
ployers ; and in the meantime one of
his assistants would have forwarded
instructions of different kinds to the
Lord Mayor of LONDON, Mr. ANDREW
CARNEGIE, the GERMAN EMPEROR, the
LORD CHIEF JUSTICE, and even Mr.
JOHN REDMOND himself.
As a matter of fact, LARKIN has been
merely toying with his task. It may
not be true that the ideal strike-leader
never sleeps ; but he should be of the
stuff that demands to bo wakened
every hour so that nobody else may be
allowed to rest. At midnight the at-
tendant rouses him. "Time to wake,
Sir," ho says, keeping his jaw well out
of reach. "Tell O'Larrikin to 'phone
ASQUITH that I want a Cabinet meeting
called at 11.30 to-morrow," says the
great one ; and he settles down to sleep
again. Opening his eyes promptly at
the next reveille, " Ring up Dublin
Castle," he says, " and tell Lord ABER-
DEEN he is not to have porridge for
breakfast." At 2.0 A.M. : " Tell BIKRKI.L
he 's a Red Russian ; and, if the line 'a
engaged, call out the telephone opera-
tors " — and so the night would drag on.
It is no compliment to the really
capable strike - leader to be called
Napoleonic (a term applied by an
evening newspaper to LAUKIN). If
N.U-OLEON were alive now it would
be a risky thing for him to venture
near a first-class agitator; every bone
in his body would bo in jeopardy.
"Damn the Empire!" LARKIN is re-
ported to have said ; hut it is still not
certain that what he has said he has
said. If he wants to bo really popular
and respected he will not be content
with so mild an utterance. LUIKIN
must really pull himself together and
try a little harder.
L
448
UNCII, OR THE LONDON CHARIVARI. [NOVEMBER 26, 1913.
Maud (to governess, after liai ing receired a well-deserved whipping from her mother). " IT ISN'T THE SMACKING I MIND IT 's— ir 's
UlUn MAKING HEBSELF SO UID1CULOUB."
THE " FULL-STEAM " OPTIMIST.
["The real tempest
a little angry, the sky '
est is over, and, although the wind may be shrieking through the rigging, although the waves may still look
is clear, the glass is rising, and we know in a very, very short time we will be in calm water."
From a speech at Uinmngham by Mr. licdnwnd, authcr of the new nautical phrase , "Full steam ahead."]
THE worst is over, the storm is done,
The clouds have all rolled by ;
Notice how nicely beams the sun
Out of a nice blue sky;
Long have we been the blizzard's sport
Till hope was as good as dead ;
But now we are pounding straight for port
At the word " Full steam ahead ! "
The wind (there's some of it still) may blo-.v
And the waves rise ridge on ridge,
But the Cabinet 's stoking down below
And I am on the bridge;
•Yes, I am the Captain of this stout ark,
A mariner born and bred ;
And the mercury 's soaring like a lark
As we go full steam ahead.
There never was such a loyal crew :
There 's trusty bosun TIM ;
There's mate O'BRIEN, as true as true—
I 'm terribly fond of him ;
Rather than quarrel with friends so old,
This I would do instead:
I'd clap 'em in irons down the hold
As we drive full steam ahead.
ASQUITH and WINSTON, too, I like,
Excellent stokers both ;
They never would think of going on ttriko
And breaking their briny oath';
They may prattle of rocks that leeward lurk,
Charted a bloody red,
But they soon get back to their bunker-work
When I shout " Full steam ahead."
Thus in these poor brief seaman's rhymes
Broadly I 've shown the gist
Of the hopeful signs of the present times
That make me an optimist;
There 's no sting left in the beastly foam ;
We can die (if we must) in bed;
For everything points to a clear run home
As we forge full steam ahead.
O loud and long will the welcome be
(And it's going to come quite soon)
When we cross the last reef (No. 3)
Into the still lagoon;
Already I hear the local smiles,
For which we have toiled- and bled,
Break on the greenest of Blessed Isles
A* we plunge full steam ahead. O. S.
PUNCH, OR THE LONDON CHARIVARI.— NOVEMHEK 26, 1913.
PLEASE PASS STRAIGHT
HROUGH TO THE
ECRESS
THE EVEK-OPEN DOOR.
MR. BIRBELL. " DON'T TEMPT ME TOO FAB, MY DEAR CARSON, OR ON MY HONOUR
AND CONSCIENCE I SHALL HAVE TO PUT YOU THROUGH THIS"
NOVKMIIKK 2(5, win.] PUNCH, Oil TIIK LONDON CHARIVARI.
451
"ON APPRO."
The Gables, Sarkchester.
October 29, 1913.
Mrs. Berkeley- Migge, will In; ^lad if
M<!-;srs. Yulour ;ind Chatt will send her
a, few heavy satin routs on upp
Tlie\ should bo quietly smart, well cut.
and thoroughly up to date, with small
inside pockets if possible.
Oj-fonl Strci'i, London, W.
October 30, 1913.
DEAN MADAM, — In reply to your
esteemed favour we send four satin
coats on approval, as per invoice.
Trusting that, you will he able to make
a selection, We are, Yours faithfully,
VELOUB AND CHATT,
Mus. BERKELEY-BIGCE. per A. O.K.
The Gables, Sarkchester.
November 6, 1911.
Mrs. Berkeley-Bifjgo regrets to say
that owing to unexpected circumstances
sbe is unable to keep any of the coats
forwarded by Messrs. Yelour and Chatt.
She, therefore, returns then), per rail,
carriage paid, to-day.
MESSRS. VELOUH AND CHATT.
Oxford Street, London, W.
November 7, 1913.
DEAR MADAM, — In reference to four
satin coats returned by you, we regret
to inform you that No. 695 coat, (it
£8 19s. 6d., has evidently been worn.
We shall, therefore, be glad to return
you the coat upon receipt of cheque for
the amount.
We are, Yours faithfully,
VELOUR AND CHATT,
MRS. BEHKELLY-BIGGE. per A.O.K.
The Gables, Sarkchester.
November 8, 1913.
Mrs. Berkeley-Bigge is utterly at a
loss to understand Messrs. Velour and
Chatt's extraordinary communication.
She is handing their letter over to her
solicitor.
MESSUS. VELOUU AND CHATT.
The Gables, Sarkchester.
November 8, 1913.
MY DEAR MR. STRAIGHTKR, — -Why
should I pay for the coat ? I returned
it intact to those stupid drapers. I en-
close details. Yours sincerely,
ETHEL B. BERKELEY-BIGGK.
EDWIN STKAIGHTER, ESQ.
Lincoln's Inn.
November 13, 1913.
DEAR MRS. BERKELEY-BIGGE, — Un-
fortunately there are two damaging facts
in re Velour and Chatt and the satin
coat : (1) A Prayer-book, with your
name inside, was found in the inside
pocket of the coat, and the said book
is still in the possession of Messrs.
...-.^v-*
THE ESCAPED PARROT.
Voice (apparently of a pheasant). "Now THEN, WHO ABE you BHOVIN' ! "
Velour and Chatt ; (2) The head mantle
woman at V. and C.'s was sitting
behind you at St. George's, Hanover
Square, on Nov. 3, during a fashionable
wedding. She recognised you and the
coat. Yours truly,
EDWIN STHAIGHTER.
MRS. BERKELEY-BIGGE.
The Gables, Sarkchester.
November 14, 1913.
DEAR MR. STRAIGHTER. — The whole
thing is horribly unjust. Kindly settle
the business with Velour and Chatt
and let me have your account.
Yours sincerely,
ETHEL B. BERKELEY-BIGGE.
Lincoln's Inn.
November 15, 1913.
DEAR MADAM. — Kindly forward us
cheque for £8 19s. Crf. for Velour and
Chatt.
In reply to yours, our little account
is £2 2s. (W. Yours faithfully,
STRAIGHTER AND FACER.
MRS. BERKELEY-BIGGE.
" The second game was a hollow win for the
i visitors, 15-1, in which tho sccoud string
! played with his head."
Eton College Chronicle.
Hence, perhaps, the hollowness.
Please ask Velour and Chatt
forward coat direct to the Gables.
EDWIN STRAIGHTEH, ESQ.
to
" Fine play by a Swede."
Manchester Guardian.
i This was in a three-ball match with a
pheasant and a mangold-wurzel.
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PUNCH, OR THE LONDON CHARIVARI. [NOVEMBER 26, 1913.
THE BUTTON-HOOK.
"On," said Francosca, coming vigorously into the
library, " so you 'ro back, are you ? "
" Yes," I said, " I 'm back. I really am. But couldn't
you have guessed it by just looking at me? "Was it
necessary to make me say so? "
" How was I to be sure that a heap of shooting clothes
in an arm-chair was really you? It might havo bcjn
anything."
" No, it must have been mo. What was it doing when
you came in?"
"It was snor I mean, it was breathing with much
regularity and heaviness. It almost seemed to be asleep."
"Aoteep?" I said doubtfully. " What a strange thing!
It can't have been me after all. I haven't been asleep.
I 've been sitting by the fire and thinking — thinking of
writing lottors, you know, and all that sort of thing ; and
I said, " you 'ro beaten. You 're changing the
letting
it go to sleep. It 's
"Aha!
subject."
"No," she said, "I'm just
tired."
" Let us," I said, " have no more of this bandying of
words. What was it you were pleased to ask? "
" I asked if you had shot a lot of things to-day ? "
"I do not," I said, "like the form in which you put
your question. If I were to say that I had shot a lot of
things —
" You would say so, -wouldn't you, if it were true? "
" Certainly not," I said ; " it would savour of boastfulness."
" Well, what ought I to say ? "
" You ought to ask me if wo had good sport."
" Did you have good sport ? "
" Meek and submissive one," I said, " wo did ; but I
should havo enjoyed it more and shot more accurately -"
Then," she said, " you didn't shoot your best. Why,
seeing pictures in the glowing logs; and resolving to be up oh, why do you always bring this shame upon me? We
_-j i. L__* women sit at home and
knit — yes, and we knit
our best, and the men go
out and miss —
"And that," I said,
" is just it. Some of us
got most frightfully good
at missing. It is an art
like any other. I myself
was not in my best
missing form to-day — — "
" But why did you
miss at all? "
"I will toll you," I
said, "since you are
determined to . wring it
from me."
" It 's going to be my
fault," said Francesca.
" You have guessed
rightly ; it is. I shot
below my true form
because you had taken
away my button-hook."
" Never."
" You must not deny
your guilt. I found it
but before that I had
and corners of my
and doing, and to beat
down things, and to leave
the world a better place
than I found it, and to
strike a blow for free-
dom and good govern-
ment, and to pay the
rates under protest, and
to try a new trick with
high pheasants swerving
to the right, and to put
on my slippers, and — and
lots of other things. My
brain was very busy."
" Adorable dreamer ! "
said 'Francesca. " And
did I intenupt you?"
" I wasn't dreaming,"
I said. "I want to have
it clearly understood that
I was thinking. What
you mistook for heavy
breathing— — "
"Was really hard
thinking. Yes, I know.
When you've sat before
the fire after shooting
I 've often heard the working of your mind quite plainly."
" Francesca," I said, " is it quite lady-like to speak so
harshly of one who sometimes has a ravelled sleave of care
and tries to knit it up ? "
"I'll take it all back if you'll admit that
asleep when I came into the room just now."
" No," I said, " I cannot do that. Woman, would
have me — have me palter with the truth ? "
" But you know," she said, " you did sno — you did make
a funny noise in the back of your nose."
" Of course I did. I was practising making noises in
the back of my nose. It 's the new Swedish gymnastics.
You 've got to develop every part of your body to the
utmost, and naturally you can't leave out your nose.
Listen : Honk-ho-onk. Wasn't that the kind of noise? "
" That was it, more or less."
"There you are. It is Exercise 19 in Professor
Gustafsen's System — the hardest of the lot. However,
I 've mastered it, but I 'm not going in for the Gustafsen
[" Nothing makes a stronger appeal to the man of business than a clean cut
well-fitting collar." — A.dvt.]
Business Man (regarding card of applicant for position) . " OH, I "M TOO BUSY
TO SEE ANYONE. ASK HIM TO BE SO GOOD AS TO LKAVE HIS COLLAK."
you were
you
gold medal."
" Generous
gymnast," said Francesca, "unsleeping
guardian of our domestic hearth, tell me, did you shoot
a lot of things to-day? "
on your toilet-table
it through all the nooks
eventually
hunted for
dressing-room. The time began to slip away. At last I
found it and then began to use it hastily to tighten the
laces of my boots. As I was doing this a lace broke, and
my innocent hand flew up and struck me on the mouth.
Eesult, a swollen lip and an agitated mind. So you see, if
I shot but poorly the blame must rest on you."
" I see," she said, " I see, and I am profoundly sorry.
But why did you not mention all this at th« breakfast-table
this morning, so that we might have comforted you ? "
" I did not," I said, " wish the children to know that
their mother was a petty-larcenist of button-hooks. I
preferred to suffer in silence."
" But, you know," she said, " that •wasn't your button-
hook at all. You haven't got one. You left yours in
London last week."
<" So I did. Then that rascally button-hook this morning
was yours, after all. Francesca, that makes it worse."
"I will now," she said, "leave you to practise the nine-
teenth new Swedish exercise. Honk-ho-onk. And, when
you 've done, perhaps you '11 restore my button-hook to my
room." B. C. L.
26, 1913.] PUNCH, OR THE LONDON CHAIM VAI!T.
453
STUDIES OP REVIEWERS.
I. — THE OMNISCIENT KUOTIST.
(With acknowledgments toDu.
LYNCH, M.I'.)
BISMARCK once told me of an evening
at VON KANKK'S. Tho peat, historian,
then in his eighty-fifth ye;ir and hard
at work on his Wcltijcschichtc, was
asked whether lie thought elegance of
style was of vital importance in his
branch of loiters, and replied, " No
more than your favourite mixture of
champagne and stout is essential to
the making of the German Empire."
I have boon reminded of this story
by the perusal of Pout- impressionist
Musings by our excellent friend, Orlando
\V;unhley'. The volume revives in my
mind the old conflict of the Nominalists
and Realists, DI:NS SCOTUS, THOMAS
AQUINAS and BONAVKNTUHA, Anis-
TOPHELES the Trapezuntine, Psittacus
Ambulator, and, above all, Corcorygus
the Borborygmatic, to w.hom Wambley
is the most perfect modern analogue.
I will only say, whatever you read,
never allow your epistemological bias
to doilect your mind from the conceptual
basis of an altruistic empiricism. We
are all post-impressionists nowadays,
but, as BEHGSON once remarked to me,
when I criticised his gelastic hypothesis,
the difference between " post " and
" ante " is an arbitrary convention. As
he wittily observed, "even a postcard
can be antedated." SAPPHO was a
post-impressionist, so were PAUL the
Silentiary, CONFUCIUS and HOKUSAI,
whom 1 once met at Prince ITO'S
bungalow on the slopes of Fujiyama,
where HOKUSAI, the Baroness ORCZY
and Mr. WALTER SAVAGE LANDOB had
taken refuge during a protracted earth-
quake. I mention these names, not to
emphasize the range of my acquaint-
ance, but simply to illustrate the
advantages of foreign travel. It is true
that GIBBON, whom I knew intimately,
once observed, "Conversation may
enrich the intellect, but solitude is the
true school of genius," and my friend
FILSON YOUNG, who once lived for
seventeen weeks in a lighthouse, is a
living example of the truth of the
saying. But genius can be gregarious
too ; witness GOETHE, XOCHIMILCO the
Aztec philosopher — with whom I once
spent a delightful fortnight at his
chalet at the foot of Ixtaccihuatl — and
BUNYAN, whom, alas ! I never met.
Personality is the true antiseptic of
literature, and in this vivifying quality,
I regret to say, the work of our excellent
friend, Wambley, is somewhat to seek.
Thus, though he gossips cheerfully of
BAUDELAIRE and BARBEY D'AUREVILLY,
the intimate savour of personality is
lacking in his pages, and I, who knew
Mrs. Macpherson (always careful to qualify lier remarks). " EH, NURSE, YOU 'BE LOOKING
BONXY THE DAY — OB ELSE IT '8 ME THAT '8 NO 8EEIN1 BICHT."
them all, look in vain for anything that
recalls the many hours spent in their
stimulating company. Not one word
is said here of PATER'S moustache, or of
BAUDELAIRE'S green socks, or BARBEY'S
wonderful nankeen pantaloons.
I often marvel why it is that in such
a book as Wambley's, the product of
an esoteric ccnacle of choice spirits, the
application of the craniometrical test
should be conspicuous by its absence.
I know that the Italian anthropologist,
SERGI, has led a revolt against metrical
methods of all kinds. I am content to
take my stand under the banner of
Poupinas the French, and Blodifol the
Hungarian, expert. SKOBELEFF, who
taught me scouting, had practically no
back to his head. PERICLES'S head was
compared to a sea-squill or sea-onion,
which has a large acrid bulbous root.
And that brings me to the important
point that all first-rate genius is bulbo-
cephalic. SKOBELEFF was only partially
bulbocephalic — that was the tragedy of
his career. As the late Professor VAM-
BERY said to me at Plevna, " SKOBELEFF'S
spheno-maxillary angle is little better
than a gorilla's." I think VAMBEBY
went too far, as he often did, but to
eliminate this aspect of geniusaltogether,
as our excellent friend Wambley has
done, is even more reprehensible. For,
in spite of all the fatuities of the
so-called phrenologists, we can never
get away from the basic fact that
genius varies in a direct ratio with the
cubical contents of the cranium. When
I offered myself as a pupil to HAFFKINE
ho said nothing, but took up my hat,
and, seeing that the size was 81,
accepted my application forthwith.
Still, I admit that this in no %vay
justifies my venturing to sit in judgment
on a pundit like Wambley. But I feel
that the foregoing remarks may be not
without their interest to those who
recognize that, in letters as in life,
personality is the paramount asset, and
that the louder the personal note is
struck in journalism, the more resound-
ing must be the success of the journal.
PUNCH, OR THE LONDON CHARIVARI. [NOVEMBER 26, 1913.
THE ROUT OF THE THEORIST.
l'.,i; a full minute the excitement was
simply t iviiH-ndous. The ball kept bob-
bing about in the mouth of the goal
amid a perfect frenzy of kicking legs
and twisting bodies, behind which the
goal-keeper danced on his toes in an
agony of apprehension. Then, all at
once, it shot clear and landed at the foot
of our outside right, who without hesi-
tation raced with it down the field. \\o
\\t-re saved again !
"I am ready to wager, Sir," said the
little man sitting next to mo, "you
'were not aware that you were gripping
the edge of the seat just then as if your
\c: \ life depended upon it."
"Well, what about it?" I asked
coldly. " It 's a perfectly natural action
at such a time."
"Just my point!" he cried brightly.
" I always say it is in moments of great
emotional stress or excitement that the
power of atavism reveals itself. Ages
and ages ago our ancestors, living in
trees, had to be gripping the branches
all day long. Their lives, in fact, did
depend on a tight grip. And so, when
you got violently excited just now, you
simply reverted. You grasp the idea?"
1 tried hard not to listen to him.
The play had again reached an acutely
interesting stage. Sanderson, our out-
side left, had just forced a corner, and
was about to take the kick himself.
" Now do just look at that ! " cried
the persistent voice in my ear. "Another
really remarkable proof of my theory.
Did you notice how the player moistened
his hands? What possible, what con-
ceivable reason could he have for doing
that, since he is about to kick the ball,
not to pick it up? Atavism, I assert,
my dear Sir, simply atavism. Far back
in those days of tree-dwelling, of which
I spoke just now, our ancestors would
naturally moisten their hands before
some great effort — a more than usually
long spring, let us say — in order to
ensure a good grip. Now, you observe,
when called upon to make a supreme
effoit . . ."
He was cut short by a shattering
roar of applause as our inside right
dodged skilfully round the opposing
backs and sent the ball whizzing past
the helpless goal -keeper. One ex-
citable spectator in our neighbourhood
snatched off bis hat and hurled it high
into the air.
" Here we have another remarkable
example of reversion," continued the
little man when he could make him-
self heard. " Ages and ages ago our
ancestors, as you know, wore no
clothes. Gradually, very gradually,
hey acquired the habit of covering
hernselves with skins and other sub-
stances. Now, I think, after a little
reflection, you will admit it to be more
than probable that a covering for the
head, or hat, was the last article of
clothing to bo adopted, and this being
so it is naturally the lirst to be dis-
cai'ded by our friend when, in his
emotional moment, he experiences this
overpowering instinct to revert to the
primitive state of mankind."
Just at this point the referee gave a
foul against one of our side, and in the
torrent of abuse and exhortation which
followed I missed the concluding words.
Hut ho had by no means finished.
"Now let us consider the manifestation
of anger," he went on imperturhahly as
soon as the noise had exhausted itself.
" Ages and ages ago . . ."
I turned upon him in desperation.
" So far as I understand , you," I
interrupted, "you assert that in a
moment of supreme emotion a man's
actions are determined by atavism, that
he does precisely what ti primitive man,
or monkey, if you like, would do in
similar circumstances."
" Not quite as I should have put it,"
he replied, " but still you have the idea."
"Very well, then," I went on. "I
am going to prove that you are wrong."
"Good!" he replied, rubbing his
hands delightedly. " This is really most
interesting."
" You were about to deal with the
manifestation of anger," 1 continued.
" If your theory were correct, a man's
instinctive act in a moment of intense
irritation and annoyance with another
man would not be to snatch out a pistol
and fire at his tormentor, or to draw a
dagger and stab him, but simply to
seize hold of him and attempt to bite
him, or possibly to double up his fist
and hit him between the eyes, even
though he realised perfectly well that
the effect of this would be trifling
compared with the effect of other
measures he might take."
"Exactly," cried the other. "You
could hardly have chosen a better
example."
" You are wrong," I repeated, opening
the big pocket-knife which I always
carry, and leisurely testing its edge on
my thumb. "Ages and ages ago our
ancestors may have been satisfied . . ."
But he was gone.
"South-Western Districts batted first, and
at the luncheon interval had lost eight wickets
for 50 runs. M. G. Bird kept wicket.
Lunch score.— South-Western Districts, 50
for eight wickets.
Lunch.— South-Western Districts, 50 for
eight."— Manchester Evening Chronicle.
We are a little slow at acquiring a new
idea, but, when once it has penetrated,
we never forget.
A TIME-HONOURED TYRANT.
["Tho popular helief that influenza is a
comparatively now disease is quite wrong; it
is as old as the hills." — Daily Chronicle.]
LAST year, when a sudden affliction
Put me prone on the pillow of pain,
When the flu brought the sombre
conviction
I should never be happy again,
Times past, although rougher and ruder,
To me seemed unspeakably blest,
For I counted this chilly intruder
A parvenu pest.
But it seems I was making an error ;
No betteir our forefathers fared ;
They too fell a prey to this terror,
If their woad was improperly aired ;
It watched oury historic upheavals
In the days of the Saxon and Jute,
And harried the hapless coevals
Of HARDICANUTE.
For this in their wisdom the master
Physicians who ruled at the date
Gave BOADICEA a plaster
And bled ALEXANDER THE GREAT,
Or (what is more likely) selected
Some quainter medicinal boon,
Say, the tail of a rabbit bisected
At full o' the moon.
And, could we obtain his confession,
That sage of the cynical snub,
We should find that it caused the
depression
That ruled in DIOGENES' tub ;
Proud TAHQUIN it tortured with ill ease,
Kept REMUS a prisoner pent,
And fully explains why ACHILLES
Sat tight in his tent.
Can we catch consolation from knowing
This horror by which we are hurled
To the depths of despair has been going
Quite strong since the youth of the
world ?
Dare we hope it has long passed
high day,
That writ is its history's page,
And that haply to-morrow or Friday
'^..,111 ,1 : _ _f _iji _
its
'Twill die of old
age;
DEAU
A Fond Hope.
MR. PUNCH, — I see by the
papers that the postmen are threatening
to come out on strike just before Christ-
mas, but I am afraid it is too good to
be true. If they only would, what a
halcyon time we might have !
Yours, OLD FOGEY.
" Purple is a colour which is prominent at
present, but it is very trying to some com-
plexions. It looks very well veiling a bright
green." — Siinderland li.iihj Echo.
So if any of our women readers has a
bright green face she should order a
purple veil at once.
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AT THE PLAY.
" GUEAT CATHERINE."
THE best form of charade is that in
which, having chosen your word— e.g.,
•• I'i NCH" — YOU proceed in dumb show
to act episodes in the lives of famous
people whose names begin with the
a of the word. Thus you would
havo live characteristic scenes wherein
figured in turn PoMPBY.ULYSSBS, NEHO,
CHAUI.KS I., and HANNIBAL— or any-
body else who occurred to you. Per-
haps, very late one evening, having
ahvady used up CHAHLKS I. and II.,
CROMWELL, CANUTE, and JULIUS C.*:SAU,
the name of CATHERINE might occur to
you— CATHERINE II. OF RUSSIA. It is
doubtful whether you would consider
any incident in her life to be sufficiently
well known to a mixed audience to
need no words to explain it, but anyhow
it would amuse you to try. After all,
charades are only meant to amuse
the actors; the audience is there at
its own risk.
At the Vaudeville the other night I
felt that Great Catlierine must have
started life as a family charade. The
incident represented was probably that
in the fourth scene, where Catherine
tickles a trussed-up English prisoner
with her foot. She mentions casually
that this is her favourite torture,
and if (as is quite likely) history men-
tions it too, then it would be a scene
which an audience of Mr. SHAW'S
friends, better-read than myself, might
easily recognise. Possibly Mr. SHAW
himself played the small part of A
Cossack Sergeant.
And then next morning, so I picture
it, the jolly charades of the previous
night came back to Mr. SHAW, and
in particular the fun which they had
got out of " C for CATHERINE." " If
only we had been allowed words, we
could have had a lot more sport with
it." Idly he played with the idea in his
mind, giving first himself a few words
as the Cossack Sergeant (including a
joke about his " sweetbread/' subse-
quently used three times) and then
allotting an occasional speech to the
others. Gradually his ambition for it
increased; by the afternoon he was
refreshing his memory at his encyclo-
pedia (CAN— CLE); by the evening the
whole thing was planned out in his
mind. Next morning saw him at work.
Great Catherine (he wrote). A thumb-
nail sketch of Russian Court Life in the
XVIII. century. In Four Scenes. And
before he went to bed it was finished.
So only can I explain Mr. BERNARD
SHAW'S new play at the Vaudeville. I
am sure it amused him to write it ;
I am sure it would amuse him to act
it with his friends ; but he mustn't be
selfish. Ho must think of the amuse-
ment of others. That the English
have an elementary sense of humour
is probably his opinion. Captain
Edxtadoii, of the Light Dragoons, is
shown us as a very solemn gentleman
until the Russian name " 1'opoff" is
mentioned, when he goes into fits of
laughter ; and no doubt when Mr. SHAW
himself (in Ciesar and Cleopatra) got
so much fun for us out of the mis-
pronunciation of Ftatateeta's name he
was purposely writing down to the
English level of humour. But there
are people, in his audiences who are
not entirely English — people also who
havo tome feeling for Mr. SHAW and
a great admiration for his genius. It
is a pity to disappoint them.
To Mr. NORMAN MC-KINNELL I owe
most of my laughter; as Prince Potem-
kin he was delightful. Mr. EDMOND
BREON played excellently as the Eng-
lish captain, being particularly good in
his last speech, and Miss GERTRUDE
KINGSTON was the Empress Catherine
to the life. (Not that I. ever saw the
Empress Catherine, but I feel now as
if 1 had.) It is only fair to say that
Great Catherine is preceded by Between
Sunset and Daivn, a play which of itself
demands a visit to the Vaudeville.
M.
"!F WE HAD ONLY KNOWN."
The characters that pleased me most
in Mr. INGLIS ALLEN'S play were
Meeks and A Loafer. Mceks was a
Scots maid-of-all-work who spoke,
through the medium of Miss JEAN
CADELL, with a fine native accent and
a pleasant directness of expression.
A Loafer, though he caused nearly all
the subsequent trouble by omitting to
post a crucial letter, was only on just
long enough to state, and reiterate, to
Meeks his opinion that she was a
"dirty general servant." But these
two smaller parts served to recall the
reputation that Mr. INGLIS ALLEN made
long ago in literature for the observant
humour which he brought to his
dialogues of the highways and byways
of humble life.
If it were not the recognised ambition
of every humorist to be taken seriously
one might have been surprised at his
choice of such a theme as the de-
liberate avoidance of fatherhood and
motherhood. There are grave subjects
which yet lend themselves to a light
treatment ; but this is not of them, if
offence is to be escaped. Mr. ALLEN
started lightly, but when once he had
entered on the domain of gynaecology
and obstetrics he found little chance
for humour, and had all his work cut
out to spare us unnecessary embarrass-
ment. Here he managed as tactfully
| as could be hoped. For the rest, I
think that conscientiousness was his
prevailing virtue. When he thought
that dull and futile things would he
said in real life he never hesitated to
make his characters say them. I am
afraid that this is a virtue which he
will havo to slough if he means to go
far witli a British audience.
If it is a test of a good play that it
should arouse sympathy in the hearts
of I he audience I think Mr. ALLEN has
here failed of complete success. One
can imagine oneself th eply moved by a
father's emotion in the deadly waiting
hours before the birth of his first child,
but unfortunately tho exhibition of
stupid and vulgar misunderstanding
between husband and wife in the First
Act (though no doubt the wife could
plead the excuse of her physical con-
dition) had permanently disabled me
from taking more than an academic
interest in their subsequent histories.
Then again I am always annoyed when
a woman shows a morbid hesitation — so
rare in real life and so common in books
and plays — about letting her husband
know that she is to bear him a child,
though here again there was an excuse
for the wife in the play, who understood
that her husband did not regard his
income as warranting this luxury.
Thirdly it was never explained to us
why she should choose to consult a
lady-doctor whose male friends were
offensive. In fact we received the im-
pression (too clearly to lose it later,
when the author wanted us to) that the
heroine was Iralf prude and half vixen,
and in consequence the question of her
fate in child-birth left me brutally cold.
Still, when all is said, I must credit
Mr. ALLEN with an honest and not un-
dignified attempt to glorify parenthood
as the brightest joy of married life and
the most satisfactory solvent of its
difficulties.
The jealous irritability of the wife
in the First Act seemed to suit Miss
MARY JERUOLD'S gifts better than the
subsequent pride of maternity. Mr.
MALCOLM CIIEDKY, as the husband, was
sincere within his limitations; and Mr.
RUDGE HARDING, as a medical amicits
curia, went meritoriously through some
very trying alternations of humour and
homiletics.
Miss MADGE MC!NTOSH, as the
mother-in-law, bore the unrelieved ban-
ality of her utterances as if she enjoyed
it. Mr. PERCEVAL CLARK began funnily
as a parenthetic observer of life, but his
chances tailed off. Finally Miss AIMEE
DE BURGH (a temptress) needs to be
reminded that an affected modification
of vowel sounds is not necessarily a
guarantee of great wickedness of heart.
O. S.
NOVKMHEK 26, 1913.]
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457
BEWARE
PKKPOCKE
AN INSULT TO THE PROFESSION.
Shocked Juvenile. "OH, MOTHEB! FAIRIES WOULD SEVER DO A THING LIKE THAT, WOULD THEY?"
OUR BOOKING-OFFICE.
(By Mr. Punch's Staff of Learned Clerks.)
IN the modern literature of humour Mr. STEPHEN LEACOCK
is what the Harlequins used to be in Eugby football. He
takes risks. Sometimes he will try for a joke where a more
cautious man would have perceived that no joke was. But
far more frequently he will extract humour of the finest
kind from absolutely nothing, and score, so to speak, a try
from his own goal-line. In his latest book, Behind the
Beyond (LANE), he is in brilliant scoring form. I can see
Behind the Beyond breaking up many homes ; for no family
will be able to stand the sudden sharp yelps of laughter
which must infallibly punctuate the decent after-dinner
silence when one of its members gets hold of this book.
It is Mr. LEACOCK'S peculiar gift that he makes you laugh
out loud. I am a stern, soured, sombre man, one of those
people who generally show that they are amused by a faint
twitching of the lip ; but, when Mr. LEACOCK'S literal
translation of HOMER on page 193 met ray eye, a howl of
mirth broke from me. I also forgot myself over the inter-
view with the photographer. As for " Behind the Beyond "
itself, the sketch which gives its title to the book, it is the
last word in polished burlesque. I cannot say that this
book has actually displaced Mr. LEACOCK'S Sunshine
Sketches of a Little Town in my esteem, for that classic
created a new world for me and has a place of honour of
its own on my shelves. Sunshine Sketches was super-
LEACOCK. The present volume is merely Mr. LEACOCK at
his best. But I respectfully submit that that is worth
four-and-sixpence of anybody's money.
Mr. BOHUN LYNCH is a bold man. I do not know
whether there actually exists any family called TibsJicif,
but, if such there be, these are days in which they might
quite possibly bring an action for defamation against the
author of Cake (MCBKAY) ; because the whole plot of his
tale hangs upon the unpleasantness of being called 1'ibshclf.
I must say I agree. It seems to me a quite beastly name ;
but of course this is a pure matter of opinion. In Cuke
there are some wholly charming persons called Luffiiujham,
who own a delightful old house as picturesque as themselves,
but not enough ready casii to support it. To them comes
the chance, through a will, of wealth attainable only on
condition of calling themselves Tibshelf. Well, of course it
wouldn't be exactly a happy exchange; but I do think that
Mr. LYNCH makes too much fuss about it. To him evidently
a Luffingham by any other name would by no means smell
so sweet. However, his characters seem to have been of
my opinion ; for half-way through the book you find them
basking contentedly enough in the affluence that this name
of Tibshelf confers. They, in short, eat their cake with an
appetite. And, after all, the ingenuity of their creator was
to find a way in which they could falsify the proverb and
still have it. What that way is I shall not explain ; though
indeed the plot of this story is not to be compared with the
pleasant way in \vhich Mr. BOHUN LYNCH tells it. He has
the gift of a chatty and yet witty style that forces you to
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become a friendly listener to even the thinnest tale. And
there is one character, an aggressively broad-minded parson,
for whom alone the book should be read as an awful warn-
ing by the entire Clergy List.
Between ourselves and ELLEN THORNEYCBOFT FOWLER
there is by now a complete understanding based upon the
jovial acquaintance of years and in no way affected by the
less familiar "THE HONBLE. MRS. ALFRED FELKIN " which
lias more recently taken to appearing in brackets on the
title-page. It is tacitly agreed that all our attention shall
be concentrated on the dialogue and that the plot be left
to take care of itself; no offence will be caused, then, when
I remark that the machinery of Her Ladyship's Conscience
(HODDKR AND STOUGHTOx) is crude
and primitive and creaks a good
deal. The book is less a story
than an animated Burke 's Peerage;
a pocket collection of Dukes and
Duchesses, Dowagers, Marquises
and other aristocrats who
thoroughly discuss themselves and
each other, as illustrating the
foibles of humanity and the ex-
cellence of the Divine Providence.
It is the conscientious Lady Esther
who brings grist to this conversa-
tional mill by denying herself the
love of Lord Westerham on the
score of divergent ages, thus letting
in the youth and beauty of the
soulless Beryl to secure the
coronet and lead the soulful lord
to disillusion and dismay. So
much for the main idea. As to the
talk to which it gave rise, be it
said that this is as fresh and as
witty as ever and full of the most
delightful obiter dicta. I must,
however, note a tendency in our
authoress to lecture, even to preach
at us, sometimes through the
mouths of her characters, but more
through her own. At one time I
found myself sympathising, out of
pure devilry, with the flippant
naughtiness of Beryl as contrasted'
with the utter godliness of Lady
Estiier; and I was quite upset
when ths former, to pave the
done both), they meet all fortunes with a smiling pair o
hearts.
" He who is light of heart and heels
Can wander in the Milky Way." — Provencal Proverb.
Somewhere an editor tells them : " It 's the great complaint
against life that it 's so little like the books." But tr--*
does • not worry the author ; sho just goes on with 1
delightfully impossible story, revelling shamelessly in the
kind of coincidences that never think of occurring outsidt,
books. It is only as an artist that she takes hersel
seriously, growing really eloquent about colour and the
values of shadows. Her sense of beauty, though apparenl
throughout the book, gives a special charm to the storj
of her journey through Provence, and I was particular!)
grateful to her for refreshing my
memory of the little-known marvels
of Les Baux, where the troubadours
held their Courts of Love ; Les
Baux, the headquarters of " gilded
platonics," " the most wonderful
place in the world." And a very
suitable scene for the first stage ol
the "pilgrimage" of this pair with
whom " platonics " were a fine art.
Indeed (for I will say nothing about
the repellent shape of Peter's head
in her clever frontispiece picture)
my only serious complaint of Miss
JKSSK'S work — a curious criticism
to make in this age of the sexual
novel— is that she carries sexless-
ness to the verge of indecency.
The innocence of these two— of
Peter, anyhow, who is also a little
too precious at times — seems
almost more than one can bear;
and there is at least one episode in
the book which may be yen' good
milk for babes, but is rather strong
meat for grown men and women.
THE SPEEAD OF TANGO.
ARHEST OF A MILITANT SUFFRAGETTE.
way for the latter's ultimate reward, was overtaken by
dden death in the last chapter but one, though I must
that I had been expecting it since about the first
own
hapter but two.
In The Milky Way (HEINEMANK), by Miss F. TENNYSO*
JESSE, there is a very pleasant fusion of matter and manner
L he light-hearted courage of the true Bohemian is presented
vith the bravest gaiety of style. It is true that both Vivien
ills the story, and Peter, who shares her unchaperoned
idyentures, have deliberately chosen poverty for the sake
f freedom of soul ; but this does not make their experience
any less exhilarating either to themselves or to us. Starting
cquamtance on a ship that easily gets wrecked; actin* in
h-rate circus-drama; chalking pictures and selling flowers
on the pavement ; playing in a tent on tour, and ending up
with a Sentimental Journey out of which they make between
them a commissioned book (he doe5 the letter-press and
o pictures, though I 'm sure she could easily have
days when we
Mr. JEFFERY FARXOL has me at
las mercy, for no sooner do I begin
to read about his roistering, be-
wigged, tender-hearted blades than
what critical faculty I have is
stifled ; I become passionately eager
'o cross swords and swagger with
he best of them, and my heart
s possessed with envy of the
referred to our friends not as "two-
handicap " but as " two-bottle " men. The quality of his
work I could praise unendingly, but in The Honourable
Mr. Tawiiuh it is possible to regret the meagre quantity
of it. In The Broad Highway and The Amateur Gentleman
we were given abundant measure, but not even Mr. BROCK'S
illustrations make up for the fact that this book only
occupied me for an hour. It was a crowded hour enough,
for Mr. FAHNOII has never written anything more exhilarat-
ing than his account of the efforts of Mr. Tawnish to prove
himself worthy of Penelopo Chester, nor has he ever been
more completely master of his plot. His tendency to
ramble is gone, which means, I suppose, a better craftsman-
ship, though I, for one, would always be glad to ramble
with him when he gives me the chance.
" Broken-hearted.— Try sucking lemons."— Yorkshirt Gazette.
If only Borneo had known of this in time.
I)K( KMHKII 3, 1913.]
PUNCH, OH Till': LONDON CIIAIMVAIM.
CHARIVARIA.
guide airmen. \\ o should have thought
that it would have been better to have
Mu. GORDON HARVEY, a Radical M. P.. tho names there, but to alter them on
lias declared that ho will resign his; the outbreak of hostilities. It would,
M-at rather than vote for a bigger for instance, lead to a rare scene of
navy. Tho country is thus placed in confusion if a German general, on
tho awkward dilemma of having to '
decide which it would rather lose —
Mr. HAKVKY, or the Empire. It is
scarcely fair of Mr. HAUVKY to place
us in such an embarrassing position.
r< aching what he imagined to he Paris,
were to find it labelled •• P.alliam."
Mr. P. AM.U in Tu.iiOT, a commis-
word of complaint from the 15ishop of
KKNSINGTON in regard to tho costuniiiH
in Oli ! I siii/ ! it is announced that Ilia
entire play has been re-dressed.
It has been decided by the Divisional
Court that sheep that pass in the night
need not carry tail-lights. This is jusl
as well, for, even had it been decided
otherwise, it would always have boon
sioner of Southern Nigeria, in the possible to allege that the sheep had
course of a journey in tho Eket district left their tails behind them.
The fact that Miss WILSON, thedaugh- , came a^ro-;s traces of bird-worshippers, j
tcr of the PRESIDENT OF THE USITKD For aviators on tho look-out fora now
Si vn;s, \\a-i married quietly last weak, religion, hero smoly is the very thin
is said,. to. bo resented keenly by Mr.
According to The J!eli<iii>iii> Telescope,
KOOSKVKLT, who considers tliis reversal
of his policy a slight upon himself.
By-the-by, the word " Obey " was
omitted from tho mar-
riage service. President
HUEHTA is said to have
noted this, and ex-
pressed himself as
willing to enter into
closer relations with the
United States on these
lines. .,. y.
It has now transpired,
with reference to Mr.
LLOYD GEOHGK'S recent
visit to Oxford, that
there was a scheme on
foot to kidnap the
CHANCELLOR after the
debate and duck him
in the fountain of a
certain college quad.
News of the plot .leaked
out, but Mr. GEORGE
laughed at tho danger
and refused to make
his speech in bathing
costume.
It is proposed that our public tele-
phone boxes shall bo equipped with
writing pads. It would be an act of
humanity if at the same time a shelf
of readable books could bo added to
enable one to while away the weary
hours of waiting.
Accordin to
timber fires lately.
the official organ of the I'mted
Brethren, of Dayton, Ohio, somnolence
a contemporary, the j is often duo to the sober colour scheme
militants "are losing their heads." j of a church. Parsons all over the
There certainly have been a good many world will be delighted to hear tho
true physical reason why so maii\ wor-
shippers give up tho
fight soon after the
sermon begins.
"ROMAN REMAINS IX
NOKFOLK,"
announces a con-
, temporary. I3ut why
shouldn't he'.'
It is pointed out that
our winters are now
always la'.e. One more
sign of the growing
habit of unpunctuality
in our degenerate age!
A Baltimore gentle-
man has married a
veiled lady whom ho
Fare (long past tier destination). " WHY DOESN'T HE STOP, COSDUCTOH? 1 PULLED did not see until after
THE UELL A LONG WHILE AGO." tlio ceremony. Wecan-
Conductor. " VERY SORRY, LADY. I CAN'T GET 'IM TO STOP NO'.VHEHI: THIS . no^ |,eln thinkin" that
i — SAYS 'li ' . , - . "i
this is done more ire-
JOURNEY — NOT PROMPT-LIKE — 'E '8 THAT BENT OS BEATINO NUMBER 498 — SAYS
'AS TO STOP WHERE 'E CAN AFFOItD TO."
* *
The Montrose Town
Council has
arranged with the War Office that a
largo portion of the • Montrose Golf
Links shall be used a3 an aviation base.
How is it that there has been no out-
cry against this? It really does begin
to look as if the nation were losing its
On the ground that they would be of
use to a hostile army in war time, the
French War Minister has forbidden the
painting of tho names of French towns
on the roofs of their railway stations to
The Tango craze shows no 'sign of
slackening, and there is a rush for any-
thing that resembles it. For example,'
last week as many as two gentlemen
named TAXGYE are reported to have
been sued by their wives for restitution
of conjugal rights.
:;: •/<
To judge by the following notice
exhibited in a provision shop, Election
Eggs have had their day : —
BY OUDEU OF in : SANITARY INSPECTOR.
MUST BE SOLD.
A LARGE STOCK OP
ELECTION PHEASANTS.
Garments of tiger-skin are the latest
freak of fashion in Paris. As a matter
of fact there is nothing new in the idea.
Tigers have worn them for years.
Although we have never heard a
quently than one
imagines, and may be the explanation
of many a union which has puzzled us.
with
Commercial Candour.
"Twenty-five years' reputation
ivery tyre sold." — Adrt.
Manuger (despairing I ij, as he makes out
the bill). Another twenty-live years'
reputation gonet
"Alex Sweek of Portland, Ore., has boon
selected by President Wilson to bo minuter to
Siam." — Harannah Morniiuj Neu'S.
This is headed " Typhoon sweeps
Guam," in order to catch the eye of
those of Mr. SWEEK'S friends who might
otherwise miss it.
"Sunday Nov. 30th, 8 o'clock. Speaker:
Mr. A. Horspool (Ora). 'A I>efence of the
Super-tanaurletaoin shrdlu ctaoin bhrdul
cmfwyp natural.' "
It wants no defending ; it speaks for
itself.
460
PUNCH, OR THE LONDON CHARIVARI.
[DECEMBER 3, 1913.
A UNITED FAMILY.
(Dedicated with best regards to tho Chief Secretary.)
[At the last performance in his orgy of oratory at Bristol, Mr
BmitKLL is reported to have said : —
"During the last two days the Cabinet have sat for a eonsiderabl
cumoi-r of hours. I have been present at those deliberations, an
all I say is — dismiss fr^m your minds anv notion that thero is an
difference of opinion. We are one and all behind tho Pr.inj Minister
. . . \VearoaunitedGoverninent."
Subsequently, in addressing the National Liberal Federation a
Leeds Mr. Asguim endorsed this allegation of perfect unanimity.]
THINK not that I would lightly play
Like a buffoon or comic mime
With this grave theme that night and day
Has tasked my manhood's serious prime ;
Others may choose to trifle, but
It is not so with Bristol's BIRHELL,
Who owns that Ireland is a nut
That might unnerve the stoutest squirrel.
Nevertheless I plead excuce
If, just for once in all this while,
I let my solemn features loose
And lapse into a pensive smile ;
I cannot help it when I meet
With men who think (oh, how erroneous!)
Our dovecote up in Downing Street
Might possibly be more harmonious.
I have been there and taken part
In high debate, and so I know,
And I assure you, on my heart,
'Twas " like a little heaven below ; "
There was not one at that bright board
Who m'uti'neered or even muttered ; -
When ASQUITH spoke we all encored,
We echoed every word he uttered.
Though on the platform GBEY invites
The conversazione's aid,
While RUNCIMAN, with lesser lights,
Cries " Blood 1 " and bares his infant blade ;
Though various voices float through space
From dulcet coos all down the gamut
To roarings in a DEVLIN bass
("Sure, who's afraid' of Ulster, damn ut!")—
Yet on my conscience I protest,
And for a token, as I speak,
I lay this hand upon my chest,
This tongue against my bulging cheek—
I swear (and, when I swear, you've got
Something that you may safely trust in)—
We are a most united lot ;
Believe me, Truly yours, AUGUSTINE.
====== °'S'
Bishop BOYD CARPENTER as reported in The Times :—
of
»l,f., °u S?JiDg t0 the children, 'You shall not" do this or
that, they should 81y, -You should keep the whole of that KreaT
orsamsin wh.eh God has put into your care, with its delicate forces
physical moral, and intellectual, in such a state of healthful
activity that they shall bo combined in your own i
your d£." • *° ^ r°al POWOrS f°r g°°d th™°"h the
Harold (continuing to pull the cat's tail). "What did you
say, mother?" (She says it again.)
HOW WE LOST A LITTLE DOG.
I MAY say that, for better or for worse, our house is a
doggy house, and there is always a considerable amount of
cheerful tail-wagging going on in it. Amongst others who
have dedicated to our use their genius for friendship and
affection we reserve a high place for Soo-ti, a dusky little
Pekinese who for two years has been our gay and insepara-
ble companion. I have spoken of him before. To-day I
propose to relate a crisis in his existence.
Soo-ti has all the engaging characteristics of his race.
He is shaped on a leonine model, heavily maned, broad-
lieaded, thin in the Hanks; his nose turns up most per-
versely, and his eyes are large, luminous and expressive.
Ho is a compact embodiment of all the obstinacies, inde-
pendences and humorous wilfulncsses that have always
been found in spaniels of his breed. His courage "is
tremendous. He faces a cart-horse, a mastiff or a motor-
:ar with equal coolness and disdain, always walking by
preference along the centre-line of whatever road he happens
ip be on, and refusing to budge for vehicles of any descrip-
tion. How ho escapes destruction I cannot understand;
>ut there seems to be amongst coachmen and carters and
chauffeurs in our district an agreement that ho is to be
considered a sort of policeman's hand, and, when his airy
mpudence is Ee.-n swaggering along, trailic stops and even
>utchers' carts delay the delivery of joints in order that
Soo-ti may walk unscathed.
Such, then, was and is Soo-ti, endeared to us by much
wickedness and many virtues, and not least by his infinit-
esimal size. He is; indeed, an absurdly small compendium
of all that is great and glorious in dogdom. With one little
land a child can lift this tiny mass of faith and arrogance
of devotion and defiance, into the air, hold it out atom's
ength and deposit it on a sofa cushion, where, after its
brae ritual circlings, it goes to sleep and becomes a mere
ittle black blot on its soft bed. We had watched Soo-ti
;row up from puppyhood, but he had never seemed to
become larger, and whenever we spoke to him or thought
of him it was in terms of diminutiveness.
Now it happened that some eight weeks ago, Soo-ti was
uddeuly, and without being in the least aware of it, pro-
noted to the honourable state of being a father—" Sire " is
believe, the technical term. A puppy was assigned to us'
was duly invested (in absentia) with the name of Piik—
hort for Puk-wudjie— and was yesterday fetched away
rom its agitated and protesting mother to its new home in
3ur midst. We were all gathered to receive it, and when
eleased from its basket, it was set down upon the floor there
vas a universal shout of joy and admiration. It was an ador-
able ball of soft and seemingly boneless black fluff, so small
hat a man's coat pocket could easily contain it, and save
or a white shirt-frill and four sets of tiny white toes it was
he born image of its father, who, as it chanced, was not
iresent when it was unpacked. It began its new life with
nthusiasm, licked whatever hand or cheek it could lay its
oral tongue to, waddled about the room or turned itself on
,s back, submitting to everything that fate might decree for
..got up and gave three short prances that brought it into
ollision with an armchair, sat down gravely and looked out
pon this perplexing world from its blue puppy eyes, laid
ttenngs of overwhelming and undying affection at every-
ody s feet, and altogether behaved as if it realised its import-
nee without being in the least abashed by its lack of size.
Whil° wo were engaged in this scene of worship the door,
PUNCH, OR THE LONDON CHARIVARI.— DK, KM I.KU 3, 1913.
' WHEN ! '
MB. REDMOND. "DON'T DBOWN IT!" MR. ASQUITH. " VERY GOOD, SIR."
DKCKMHKK 3, 1913. 1
PUNCH, OH THE LONDON^CJIAIUVAIIf.
4<i I
,
OUR YOUNG SCIENTISTS.
•On! DAD, PLEASE SPEAK TO BOUBY. HE WILL PUT HIS FEET MY SIDE OP TIIK BED, AND HIS TOES ARK IU-.LOW ZERO! '
which was ajar_svas slowly and solemnly pushed open, and
a large black retriever stalked majestically into the room.
It seemed to me that I had never seen him before, and yet
there was a familiar something about his aspect. He
approached Puk and sniffed at him without interest, while
the small dog, turning himself into a temporary fried
whiting, with his tail in his mouth, protested his harmless-
ness and insignificance. Then the giant, having finished
his inspection, turned away and took no further notice.
" Who 's this ? " said Helen.
" It 's No, it can't he," said Eosie.
" It must be— — No, it isn't," said Peggy.
" It 's Soo-ti," said John. " He 's grosved up."
"It is Soo-ti," they all shouted together. "How big
he's got! "
As a matter of fact, it was Soo-ti, but, by contrast witli
the atom to which we had been devoting ourselves,- he had
grown in our eyes to propgrtions so gigantic that for a
moment we had seen a retriever in his place. And even
to-day we have failed to reduce him to his normal size.
Something we .managed to effect J>y taking him for a walk
with the Groat Dane, but as soon as ho came home and
found himself in the 'same- room with Puk he began again
to swell visibly, and now he.. is once more a big dog. The
pretty graces that belong to the very small seem through the
presence of his son to have dropped from him. In short,
wo have lost our little dog. But we still hope that, when
Puk himself shall have grown up, our old original Soo-ti will
be restored to us in all his delightful dwartishness. K. C. L.
THE WINDOW-CLEANER
UK mounts his ladder and attacks each pano-
As though, behind it, I elude his vision ;
If I were robbed before his eyes or slain,
He would clean on with unimpaired precision ;
Inshcrt, with the first action of his wrist,
I simply cease by some means to exist.
It stands to reason that, my light grown dim,
My peace destroyed, my business dislocated,
I 'in fprced to take an interest in him
(However plainly unreciprocated) ;
I 've thought his mien a studied insult — yet
At other times I 've hoped it 's etiquette.
Of course I don't expect him to converse
Or doff the pride so proper to his station ;
I merely wish that he would let me nurse
My natural self-respect (in moderation).
I f e won't ; and it is very hard for mo
Thus to resign my dear identity.
Despair.
"Hardingc got- tho ball, but, however, made a terrible attempt at
scoring, putting the ball high over the bar. Again Rutherford repeated
his performance, "and after his centre had been again wasted he tried
to shoot himself." — Evening AVu-s.
It would have been more natural (bflfr, we hasten to say,
no less regrettable) if he had tried to shoot HARDINGE.
464
PUNCH, Oil THE LONDON CIIAR1VAPJ.
[DECEMBEU 3, 1913.
~]
And
news
"MR. WU.'
[A thrilling Chinese Night's Kntcrtainmcut
at tliu Stran.l Theatre.]
ACT I. — The garden of Mr. Wu's house.
Enter a good deal of Local Colour.
Local Colour. Alloe-sauieo, piecee-
piecoo, cliop-chop (and other things
which Iciinnot translate for yon property
until I have unjuickcd my Chinese dic-
tionary). [Exit Local Colour.
Enter Basil Gregory and Mr. Wu's
daughter, Nang Piug.
Basil. Darling, what a heavenly
fortnight we luiu> had together, while
your lather has been away.
j\nii(j ring. Basil, my velly
(They embrace)
Basil (withdrawing himself).
now, darling, I have some bad
for you. I am going back to England
with Mother. So this is good-bye for
a year ... or two years . . .
or three years . . . or — well, I
mean I might easily turn up
again some time. In these days
of rapid locomotion
Xany Ping. Basil ! You havo
bloken my heart.
Basil. Oh, come. You '11 marry
some nice mandarin and be quite
all right.
Xang Ping. Never. My father
will kill me when he hears what
has happened.
Jlasil (kindly). Oh, I hope you
won't let him do that.
Namj Ping. He will kill you
too.
Basil (seriously alarmed). In
that case, Nang Ping, you cer-
tainly mustn't tell him.
well. I "m not afraid of you. I 'in a
plain, blunt Englishman, and I 'in not
to be bullied by all the spirits of all the
ancestors of all the mandarins and
tangerines in China. Why aro you
persecuting mo ?
Mr. Wu. Please explain.
Mr. Gregory. Three weeks ago my
son disappeared. Now I don't say
Basil is a nice boy, but I happen — er,
his mother happens to be rather fond
of him. We miss him — that is to say,
she misses him — well, anyhow, ho is
missed ... at times. But that is
not all. Yesterday one of my ships
went down ; to-day my coolies have
already struck three times in five
minutes — no, you needn't look at that
clock, it doesn't go — havo struck three
times in five minutes for higher pay.
Worse than this, my manager, who is
j — o — 7
opposed to do a good deal of the work
QUIET BUSINESS CHAT
^[|•. Gregory
Mr. Wu . .
Nang Ping. But if he has found out 5
Basil. How could he? He's miles
away. (Two Chinese men spring on
him from behind.) I say, shut up there !
Help ! Oh lor', here's Mr. Wu !
[Mr. Wu appears suddenly in front
of the lovers. A terrible silence en-
sues— and, as far as the First Act
went, I felt that you, or I could have
played Mr. MATHESON LANG'S part
quite well ourselves. But of course
there 's more in it later on.
Nang Ping. Father! (She throws
herself at his feet.)
The Audience (excited). Ah-h-h !
CURTAIN.
ACT II. — The offices of the Gregory
Steamship Company at Hong Kong.
Mr. Gregory (bluntly). Now then,
Mr. Wu, I 'm going to have things out
with you. I sent for you here to ask
you, as man to mandarin, what it all
means.
Mr. Wit (blandly). What what all
! means ?
Mr. Gregory. You
know perfectly
IN HONG KONG.
Mr. LESLIE CAETEB.
Mr. MATHESOX LANO.
house.
of this office, has adopted of late „
play of facial expression and a wealth
of gesture which reminds one of the
worst excesses of the transpontine
stage. He can't say the simplest thing
in a natural way nowadays. I feel
convinced, Mr. Wu, that you are behind
all this. It 's annoying enough to lose
a son, but to lose a good boat and a
valuable manager as well — it 's simply
unbearable.
Mr. Wu. How can I be behind all
this, Mr. Gregory ? To take one case,
how can I be responsible for your
manager's extraordinary behaviour ?
Mr. Gregory (reasonably). Well, after
all, you 're producing the play, MATHE-
SON, old man. I mean, Mr. Wu, that
I 'm a plain, blunt Englishman, and I
can see that you 've got your knife into
me. Well, I 'm not going to stand it.
Mr. Wu. How are you going to stop
Mr. Gregory. Like this. (He produces
a moment? (Mr. Gregory takes out the
cartridges and hands them to him.) I
was wondering if you used the old-
fashioned smokeless Gregory powder.
(He puts the cartridges into his own
empty revolver, which he takes from his
pocket.) Now then, Mr. Gregory ! (He
presents the revolver at his head.) Kindly
ring the bell and ask your wife to come
Mr. Gregory (overwhelmed by this
sudden turn of fortune). Confound you!
You have got the better of me by your
devilish Eastern cunning, but you can-
not cow my English spirit. 1 will not
ring the bell. (Bingt it.) What do
you want my wife for ? (Enter Murray.)
Murray, send Mrs. Gregory in.
[Mrs. Gregory comes in, and Gregory
goes reluctantly out, leaving his
wife alone with Mr. Wu.
Mr. Wu. Mrs. Gregory, I can help
you to find your son. Mr.
Gregory doesn't know how to
talk to a gentleman, so I have
sent for you instead. If you will
come to my house this evening
at six I will tell you my plans.
No, you needn't look at that
clock, it doesn't go.
Mrs. Gregory. Oh, Mr. Wu, if
you could find my son for me, I
should be so grateful. But I
oughtn't to come to your house
alone. Might I bring my Chinese
maid, Ah Wong, with me ?
Mr. Wu. Certainly. Till six
then. [Exit.
The Audience (excited). Ah-h-h !
CURTAIN.
Act III. — Boom in Mr. Wu's
it?
a revolver.)
Mr. Wu
Now then
(craftily).
Dear me, a
revolver. May I look at the cartridges
Mr. Wu (genially). Ah, Mrs. Gregory,
you have come. Will you please send
your servant away ?
Mrs. Gregory. Oh, Mr. Wu, I don't
think I ought to.
Mr. Wu (gravely). Mrs. Gregory, I
cannot sit down
Mrs. Gregory (sympathetically). Eheu-
matism ? Oh, I am sorry.
Mr. Wu. I cannot sit down in the
presence of a servant. The spirit of
my ancestors will not let me.
Mrs. Gregory. Oh, bother your old
ancestors.
Mr. Wu (annoyed). Mrs. Gregory, this
is the second time n,y ancestors have
been insulted to-day. If it occurs again
I shall have to call upon them to do
something about it
Mrs. Gregory. Oh, I 'm so sorry. I
didn't mean to. Ah Wong, please go
away. Now, Mr. Wu, whero is my
son?
Mr. Wu. He is here.
Mrs. Gregory (surprised}. Here ?
Mr. Wu. Yes, he is my prisoner. I
DECEMBER 3, 1913.]
PUNCH, OR TIIK LONDON CHAIMVAKI.
405
bund him making lovo to my daughter.
Ela will probably die. (Coming closer
'o her) Unless Mrs. Gregory, you
lavo only one way of saving him.
Mrs. Gregory. What is it?
Mr. Wu (plaintively). Can't you
guess? I don't want to put it too
rudely, because of tho Bishop of
KENSINGTON.
Mrs. Gregory (guessing}. Never !
Mr. Wu. I will leave you to think it
over. If you decide to sacrifice your-
self for your son, I shall strike this gong
— a remarkable specimen of early thir-
teenth-century work, supposed to be a
genuine Heo Chee ]£oo— -and that will
bo the signal for his release. Tho doors
are locked and the only window — allow
me to call the audience's attention to it
— is much too small and much too higli
up to escape through. You will find
some tea on tho table if you are at all
parched. I think that is all. I shall
he hack in five minutes. (Aside to the
audience') .lust keep your eye on the
window, and don't forget what I said
about striking the gong. [Exit.
Mrs. Gregory (faintly). What-shall-I-
do-\vhat-shall-I-do-help-help. (Gazing
up at the window) Ah, Wong — I mean
ali, Ah Wong — if you could only come
to my aid! (She does. At this very
moment something is thrown through the
window from outside — to the extreme
gratification of those of us who were
'keeping our eyes on it. Mrs. Gregory
picks it up.) How wonderfully these
Chinese women throw ! What is this ?
Why, it is a phial of poison. What shall
I do with it ? Why, drink it and save
myself from dishonour. The simplest
thing would bo to drink it now, but that
would spoil the play. Of course I
might keep it in my hand and drink
it at the last moment, but that woulc
spoil it too. I know — I '11 put it in mj
cup of tea. (Docs so.) There ! Now
he won't know L'm killing myself
(Hriijhtly to Mr. Wu outside) Read — y
- Enter Mr. Wu.
Mr. Wit. Well? ... Ah! (IL
takes her in his arms.)
Mrs. Gregory. .Wait a moment. (Site
picks up the cup of tea and prepares to
tlrink.)
Mr. Wu (lovingly). Let Wu-wu drink
too ! (He stops for a moment with the
cup at his lips.) It smells like poison,
but it may be only the milk and sugar
that you Europeans spoil your tea with.
(Ha 'drinks.) I say, though, it was
poison! Wiiugh-waugh, tchah, pshaw,
watigh-waugh. (He chokes, falls over
the table and recovers himself with an
effort.) At any rate, woman, you shall
die too. (He seizes an old Chinese
sword, a remarkable piece of work dating
from the Kah Sun di/nasl//, and lurches
nfti-r her. She dodges behind the gong,
•i«t«
Hiding Master. "Wirr DIDX'T TOO DIO Torn KKEES ISTO '«?"
Victim. "I— I WASN'T THEJIE LOSO ENOUGH 1 "
and he strikes at her.) Take that— and
that — and that !
Mrs. Gregory. Never touched me!
(He strikes and she dodges again.) Only
hit the gong, silly 1
He makes another effort and then
falls down dead. The doors open
at the sound of the gong (I hope
you hadn't forgotten about that)
and Basil comes in to his mother.
The Audience (relieved). Ah-h-hl
CURTAIN. A. A. M.
" Jericho was a very important city, situated
on a caravan road, which led, probably, due
north and south, or, perhaps, cast to west."
Daily Express.
Until this is cleared up we shall
I continue to refuse our many invitations
I to go to Jericho.
A Treasure-hunt.
"The Archdeacon of Buckingham wa» the
preacher at St. Mary's, Aylesbury, on Sunday
morning.
The subject of his sermon was tho Bishop
of Oxford's Fund.
Lord Dalmeny was in command, tho meet
being at Mcntmoro cross roads.
A high wind militated against successful
hunting.
A generous response was made to his appeal
for support to the fund."
Uuclx Advertiser and Ayleibury Newt.
" TORQUAY ECHOES.
TTe.ivv rain fell in Torquay yesterday.
Over "half-an-inch of rain fell in Torquay
yesterday." — Exeter Erprest.
However, visitors who go to Torquay
for the echo must not expect always to
be so well served.
466
PUNCH, OR THE LONDON CHARIVARI. [DECEMBER 3, 1913.
I
WELL DONE!
After the enormous success of his de-
Fcription of a football match for "The
.Daily Mail," the Dean of Manchester,
the Bight Bsv. Bishop Welldon, is, we
understand, so enamoured of sporting
journalism that there is no holding
him. Hence the following article on a
billiard match which "Mr. Punch" is
privileged to print :—
As I crossed Leicester Square I ob-
served that not a few persons, equally
interested with mo in the delicate mani-
pulation of ivory balls over a verdant
doth, were making their way towards
tin; Grand Hall, and it seemed to me
that such a crowd, all sober (at any
rate, to the decanal eye), all well
dressed and well behaved, all honestly
interested in a competition of skill, were
creditable representatives of English
manhood.
The match, I may say at once, was
admirably contested. The play was
fust and even throughout. There was
not a dull moment, and now by one
player and now by the other the marker
was kept busy.
For the benefit of those readers who
have never seen this fascinating game
I should explain that it is played on a
large green table by two players, each
armed with a long stick called, if I
may venture to say so, a cue. The
balls are three in number, two the
colour of lawn sleeves, and one, I regret
to say, recalling the hue of a Cardinal's
hat. One of the balls is a pure white,
the other, alas ! my brethren, is spotted.
Ah, if only we [Kindly keep to
the game, dear and right reverend Sir.
— ED. PUNCH.] The object of each
player, if I may put it thus crudely, is
to gei the better of the other.
It was- borne in upon me that bil-
liards, although I do not, I think,
recommend it as a pastime for school-
boys, would seem to be rising as cricket
is in danger of falling in popularity.
It must, I fear, be acknowledged that
cricket as it is now played is a less
attractive game than it used to be. The
faultless excellence of the pitches, the
accuracy of the bowling, and the prac-
tice of aiming at making a century by
any means, however tedious, render
cricket over after over an exceedingly
dull game to watch. None the less the
two games are strangely alike. Both
require, if I may say so, a green ground.
The ball at cricket is red. Now that
I come to think of it, the similarity
here seems to cease.
One word as to the spectators. The
crowd at Saturday's match showed, I
think, the true sporting spirit. They
applauded good play with almost equal
impartiality, whether it was the play
of their own favourite or that of
his rival. There was no unseemly
wrangling, no jumping on the table, or
stealing tho chalk, or breaking the cues,
or displacing the balls, such as might
have occurred if — well, if manners
were less under control. Watching
them I was proud to be an English
amateur journalist.
As 1 surveyed the game I could not
help remembering similar contests in
which I )ia:l taken part myself in the
old days, when the Headmasters of the
great public schools had an annual
billiard tournament. I remember, as
though it were yesterday, a break of
5 (3 off the red and 2 by a superb
white winner) which I compiled in my
heat with the Headmaster of Eton,
and I could not help thinking that it
is a pity that the particular stroke by
which I used to effect most of my
scoring plays so small a part in the
first-class game. It is not easy to
describe it in print, but I may call it, if
a metaphor from another but less laud-
able English sport — that of racing — may
be permitted one, a stroke by Wrong
Policy out of Fortunate Chance. I re-
member during one of these matches,
when my favourite stroke was more in
evidence than usual, the Headmaster
of Winchester, an inveterate wag, said
that one of my cannons was too good
for such a commonplace name. " It
is a major cannon," ho said, " and
ought to be called a dean.''
And so, the necessary points having
been reached or some other cause
bringing the game to a close, I came
away breathing a silent prayer that all
English games might be equally well-
managed, and somewhat regretting that
I had not ascertained what players the
match was between or for how many
points. [That doesn't matter, my lord;
we have an ordinary common fellow to
do that. The scores were, INMAN 14063,
NEWMAN (in play) 16521.— ED.]
BLANCHE'S LETTERS.
SOUL-PANGS AND OTHER DIVERSIONS.
Park Lane.
DEAREST DAPHNE, — The new thing
to suffer from is soul -pangs. Quite
almost everyone is having it. It 's not
illness — and it 's not nerves — it 's just
soul-pangs. You begin by wondering
about things ; then you go on wondering
about things; then you get disgusted
with people; and after that you get
disgusted with yourself; until at last,
in very bad cases, you get to asking
questions of yourself, and even of the
furniture in the room when you 're
alone — such questions as "Why ?" and
" What?" and "How?" and "Is every-
thing nothing?" and "Is nothing every-
thing? " and then, dearest, you 're in for
it and must have a soul-doctor.
Soul-doctors aren't always, or even
often, real doctors — they're generally
people. For instance, Lord Exshire and
Sir Gervase Oldacres have each made
quite a little reputation as soul-doctors.
When you consult one of them you
tell him that you've unusual feelings,
and he tells you you haven't. You
say, " I 'm positively martyred by soul-
pangs ! I 'm wondering about things —
and I 'm questioning myself — and I 'm
absolutely thinking — I 'm in an im-
mensely fearful state ! " and the soul-
doctor looks into your eyes and holds
your hands firmly and says, " No
you're not; " and presently, my dear,
you 're not ! Isn't it simply marvellous ?
Sir Gervase Oldacres has been even
more successful than Lord Exshire with
his cases. I don't know that he 'd
actually a greater gift, but Exshire has
been hampered in his cures by his wife.
Anne Exshire will go with him to his
cases, and when he looks into the eyes
of the case and holds her hands Anne
pushes in and says, " Can't / do that? "
There is a story that just as Exshire
was willing away, with his eyes and
hands, the soul-pangs of a particularly
obstinate case Anne burst into the
room and slapped her ! — and the soul-
pangs came back worse than ever.
Sir Gervase Oldacres had no wife to
interfere with his use of his gift, and
he 's done wonders. You notice, I said
he had no wife — but wait! He was
particularly concerned about one of his
patients, Mrs. Meekly, a cousin of the
Flummerys, the quietest, most mouse-
like little nonentity of a widow. Hers
was a really terrible case. Not only
had she all the usual soul-pangs, but
she was thinking quite a quantity about
her husband who died a whole year
ago, and sometimes even remembered
quite vividly what he was like! We
persuaded her to consult Sir Gervase as
a soul-doctor, and he said it was the
most difficult and obstinate case he had
yet tried his will upon. When he was
holding her hands and willing with all
the power of his eyes (the traditional
Oldacres' eyes, large and grey with
black eyebrows), she still kept on saying
she could see her dear husband and
hear his voice, in spite of the soul-
doctor's reiterated " No, you can't."
But it has turned out, my dear, that
she was right after all, for by-and-by
their engagement was announced, and
now they 're married ! The new Lady
Oldacres is a quite quite different person
from little Mrs. Meekly ; she never
seems even to have heard of soul-pangs,
wears dreams of frocks, talks incessantly,
and always has Oldacres Towers full of
people to the very brim ! But isn't it a
DECEMBER 3, 1913.]
PUNCH, OR THE LONDON CHAIM VAIM.
467
RECENT SCENE IN A PUBLIC LIBRARY NOT A THOUSAND 1IILES FROM THE STRAND.
"MY MOST EXCITING ADVENTURE,"
TOLD BY POPULAR MUEIC-BALL ABTISTES,
WILL APPEAR m THE CHRISTMAS NUMBER OP THE .
tragic thing — Sir Gcrvasc himself has
soul-pamjs now ! And, as no soul-doctor
can do anything in his own case, and,
of course, wouldn't ask help from a
rival, I suppose there 's no hope for the
poor dear man.
I gave a dear little lunch party for
Mr. Tim Flanagan when he was in
London. Everyone was charmed with
him. He looked so really chic among
all the monotonous well-groomed people
ai-ound him. After lunch he went out
on the balcony and began to address
the passers-by, and soon there was an
immense mob outside. We all crowded
up to the windows to hear him, and he
was simply enormously amusing ! He
told the crowd what he 'd had for lunch,
and he asked how darci we live in such
luxury ; and he somethinged the lunch
and the wine; and he said we didn't
heed the writing on the wall, and was
a great mansion like the one he was
speaking from to be left in the posses-
sion of a man and a woman and some
flunkeys ? No, it wasn't ! And he
invited any of the crowd who felt like
it to come right in and live in our
house and take whatever they wanted.
And the crowd laughed and cheered
again, and then the police dispersed
them, and I persuaded Mr. Tim Flanagan
to come in and have tea, as his clever
speech must have made him very
thirsty. And all the lunch people
stayed to tea too, and before going
away they perfectly overwhelmed me
with Congrats on having given such a
charming afternoon.
There 's another burst-up at the
Thistledowns'. We 're all quite a little
sorry about it. Fluffy, poor dear thing,
is a very much misunderstood little
woman. Only a short time ago, you
know, things were patched up there,
and there was a reconciliation, and
they arranged to live happy ever after.
They gave a very cheery reconcitty
dinner-dance, and we all gave them
presents, and altogether it was quite a
happy little second wedding. Their
gifts to each other were too sweet for
words. He gave her a complete set of
baby-tiger — coat, cap and muff. (Baby-
tiger is the last syllable of the last
word ! To get even one baby-tiger costs,
I hear, several natives' lives, and such
a set as Fluffy 's must account [or dozens
of the little stripers. Of course, one 's
sorry for the poor natives, but it gives
baby-tiger a cachet above all other
peltry.) Really and truly, my own
Daphne, I don't think 1 ever envied
anyone in my life till I saw Fluffy
Thistledown at the Newmarket Hough-
ton in her new sot of baby-tiger. Her
cap had the baby-paws in front and the
tail sticking straight up at the back,
and the effect of eyes was got by two
immense topaz hat-pins. Her reconcilly
gift to him was a gold match-box with
her smile on the lid, surrounded with
j brilliants. So everything seemed quite
I comfy and charming at the Thistle-
downs', till one week-end Lord T. was
running over to Paris tout sail. Jack
j Hurlingham, Doody St. Adrian, and
j some other men that he knew got into
j the boat-train with him, and presently
[Thistledown, preparatory to lighting
j up, took out his new match-box, looking
complacently, no doubt, at Fluffy's
smile on the lid. The box proved to be
empty, however ; there was nothing
behind the smile — (some people have
said the same of Fluffy herself). Jack
and Doody and the others, seeing T.'s
matchless condition, simultaneously
took out their own match-boxes, prof-
fered them, then suddenly recollected
themselves and pocketed them again
in a hurry — but not before Thistledown
had seen them. My dear, every one of
those boxes was gold, with Fluffy's
smile surrounded with brilliants on
the lid! Ever thine, BLANCHE.
4G8
PUNCH, on
THE LONDON CHART YAH L
[DECEMBER 3, 1913.
"KOT 60 MUCH SL-XSHISE, PLEASE, OR TOU 'LL FOG THE PLATE."
DOOMSDAY.
[Linn written on receipt of fa information that the hazards of my favourite golf course arc to le made even more
difficult than before.)
EHE yet with arrogance grown drunker
Ye build to flout the stars,
Stern members of the Green Committee,
On me, the gentle fool, have pity,
Not all because with face so gritty
I needs must dare the embattled bunker
And hurst its beetling bars.
What though I may not leap the ramparts,
As others may, in one?
If that were all 'twere no great matter ;
What though the bootless mounds I batter
And club by club impetuous shatter,
And bid the caddy take the dam parts
And burn them and be done ?
Ah no ! hut on the People ponder,
The People and their right ;
How age by age with grip tenacious
Lhe aukes annexed the soil, till (gracious!)
Our England which was onco so spacious
All greenwood glades where men might wande-
Contracted and grew tight.
1 shall the mob's increasing dudgeon,
When serfdom breaks its thrall,
Strike only at the red-deer forest,
That thou, O GEORGE, so much abhorrest,
And spare the links where once they morriced,
But now, with overweening bludgeon,
The golfer belts his ball ?
[Thus, long ago, the lawless barons
Upreared from Thames to Tyne
Their castles to the outraged heavens
(Only last week I said to Evans
One 's lucky to get round in sevens),
In days when WARWICK ruled and CLARENCE
Was soused in Malmsey wine.]
And now, I ween, no grouse nor harriers,
Nor marshlands of the snipe,
No, nor the mangold-munching pheasant,
Shall so enrage the risen peasant,
Until lie makes himself unpleasant,
As these, these crenelated barriers
That curb my well-meant wipe.
And when at last the score is reckoned
(a has Ics clceks ! the cry),
I fear me much lest, late and laggard,
When all the rest to lunch have staggered.
I may bo hauled, a victim haggard,
From that vast peel-tower at the second,
Niblick in hand, to die.
ETOB.
PUNCH, OH THE LONDON CHART VARI.— DKOIMIH-K :i, l!)i:t.
A NATION OF FIRE-EATERS.
PEACEFUL TEUTON. "HIMMEL! THEY HAVE ALL THOSE AKMIESl AND THE FATHER-
LAND HAS ONLY ONE1"
DECEMBER 3, 1913.]
PUNCH, OH TIIW LONDON CIIAIMVAI'J.
471
INTELLECTUAL LIFE AT THE UNIVERSITY.
SCENE — College room.
First Undergraduate. "CoaiiMG TO BnEKKEn TO-MORBOW?" Second Undergraduate. "No, YOU'D BETTEB COMB TO ME."
First Undergraduate. "WHY ON EARTH SHOULD I?" S:cond Undergraduate. "ALL EIGHT, THEN, DON'T!"
First Undergraduate. " THEN I SHALL!"
SMOKE ABATEMENT AT
HARROW.
THE Headmastsr of Harrow has
issued orders to the effect that boys
" must not allow Old Harrovians or
other visitors to the school to smoke in
their rooms at the various houses."
The boys are also " requested not to go
about the High Street or puhlic roads
adjoining the school with people who
are smoking."
Unfortunately several painful inci-
dents arising out of the new regulations
have to bo recorded. Tho Hon. W. D.
H. O. Birdseye was getting on very
nicely with his grandfather, the Duke
of Cherrywood, who was paying a visit
to the boy's study, until his Grace
took out a cigar and lit it. Finding
remonstrance was met only with in-
dignation, the Hon. W. D. H. O.
reluctantly proceeded to the perform-
ance of his duty. When duty has to
be faced, it matters nctlrng to an
' Harrovian that he stands to lose a
| fiver a term by his loyalty. On
I inquiry at a late hour last evening we
were informed by the Duke's doctor that
i his Grace was progressing as favourably
j as could be expected. His Grace's
: chaplain, however, takes a very grave
view of the condition of the veteran
I nobleman.
The budding diplomatists of the
school are contriving to carry out the
Headmaster's rules less forcibly than the
above youth. One of them keeps a tin of
almond rock on bis mantelpiece, and on
the first fretful sign made by a visitor
who is dying to smoke he generously
supplies this soothing sweetmeat.
A distressing scene was witnessed
in the High Street on Monday. A
bronzad man, after an absence of six
months in the Sahara, ran down to
Harrow to pay a surprise visit to his
son. Smoking a cigar, he walked
along full of the happy anticipation of
seeing his curly-headed boy again.
Suddenly, in the High Street, he came
face to face with the little chap. With
outstretched arms and shining eyes the
father advanced to enfold his child to
his bosom ; but the boy, with a
horrified look at the cigar, pulled him-
self together and marched by with
averted nose.
" Of the sugar contained in the cane not less
than 150 per cent, is lost, since from cane
containing 15 per cent, cf sugar it is not
I possible to get G per cent., if that."
" Times" South American Supplement.
We cannot cope with this at present.
WTe propose to read one or two of our
contemporary's Educational Supple-
ments, and then to try again.
"When the little dark man gct-s up at a
meeting, his square, bony jaw seemingly
obscured by the spectacles ha wear.:, the Bosrs
stir restlessly in their seats." — Daily Mail.
Our only suggestion (not a good one) is
that he wears his spectacles on his eye-
teeth.
47-2
ITNC'ir, OR THE LONDON CHARIVARI. [DF.CEAIBER 3, 1913.
THE BIG DAY.
T>r.\n Mr. 1'rNcir,— At our principal
the guns in at these two points to begin
with, the general object being to collect
all the birds forward and finally to get
shoot, to take place shortly, wo ask the j them together at the Eastern extremity.
onour of your own presence and assist- (If one or two escape over into Botiverie
..nee. We" do so because, in the first Street, no doubt your Young Men will
place, wo shall have need of a trusty bo keeping a look out from your upstairs
a:ul discriminating gun ; in the second, j windows and will enjoy accounting for
\(iu )i:i]>|K>n to live near the scene of j these. Which reminds me : we mustn't
action (The Temple) and your know- forget to square tho Police with a
go of local conditions and the habits I promise of a share in the booty, must
of the game (pigeons) will bo of great we?) It will take us all the morning
lu-lp to us in devising our strategic and the first part of the afternoon to
schemes.
Wo shall be about a
.in/ n guns in all at the
start, including one or t\vo
of tho more sporting but
less preoccupied K.C.s, a
retired Master of the Su-
preme Court (not to bo
trusted too far), and a
section of the Junior Bar;
we may, when it is known
what is afoot, be joined
by others to the extent of
not more than a few hun-
dreds, and the weapon shop
in the Strand should do
good business in bailments
that morning. We hope
to begin about eleven ; if
this soems to you to be
late in the day, it has been
deemed better to wait till
the Courts are sitting. We
cannot expect to avoid
some regrettable casual-
ties ; clerks don't matter,
being cheap and excessive;
half-a-dozen or so of soli-
citors might not in the
worst event be missed, and
even a barrister or two
could be spared. But
Common Law Judges, the
sort to be met sometimes
in the Temple out of
working hours, are very
scarce nowadays, practi-
cally numbered, and if one
of them was mislaid there ;
might be a fuss. So we do not intend
f-
Viceroy of India (to General Botlta) "I'M SURE YOU ONLY MEANT TO
HAVE A LITTLE HARMLESS FUN WITH HIS TAIL, BUT WHAT 's FUN TO YOU
MAY BE VERY ANNOYING TO THE REST OF THE TIGER."
walk up New, Garden, Essex, Hare,
y . ,__ J. * ^^ MIH-*\_.I.J , J-liJiJVj A, JL.iail.Cj
they are on their benches j Pump, and Fig Tree Courts, Temple
and out of harm's way. After all, the Gardens, Harcourt Buildings and the
I , i J Li"O "• **WMW« » T nukj vv Ulvll
be welcome, both as rounding up the should by then be teeming with -mine
; nicely and also with the view of If it turns out that we are still only a
keeping down a species which threatens ! reasonable nuinberof g'unTby thisTime*
these days to become a bit too thick we may shoot over cats • we have of
on the ground Mitre Court way.
mi • . . J _
course, some of these famous and self-
MM i
1 here is, as you know, a little discreet trained pointers, artful as they are
ite by the Middle Temple Library, made, on the spot. The superiority of
leading out to the Underground, and j cats to dogs in this connection is obvious-
another, also on the Western boundary j if they exceed their jurisdiction and get
the estate, leading into Dovereux j out of hand, they themselves become
is the idea at present to put ! (as they well know) fair game, and the
majority of their acquaintances would,
perhaps, prefer it so. The objection is,
however, the number of guns, and I
think myself it will probably be driven
birds, driven, that is, from South to
North ; with a gun in every window in
King's Bench Walk, a gang of them on
tho lawn, behind and at the side, our
best shots up Mitre Court to pull down
tho pigeons as they soar away over to-
wards tho Strand, and all our spare
fellows on tho Library roof, up the Clock
Tower if they like, to snap what is
missed from below.
It would ho a pity, too,
not to have this drive,
seeing that all the "Boys"
in Chambers who are to
act as beaters have been
looking forward to it for
weeks, and have been col-
lecting old (and possibly
some new) electric light
bulbs, which they will
drop to the ground at a
given signal, a process
which has never yet failed
to stimulate these birds to
flight.
And kt me, lastly, anti-
cipate any possible objec-
I tion on tho grounds of
inhumanity. Let me point
out that this proposed
; expsdition is wholly right-
eous, and, so far from
having any connection
with the scandals in rural
life which have evoked the
Georgia ire, is itself a fur-
therance of DAVID'S own
reformative schemes. The
Temple, Sir, is overrun by
these fat and voracious
beas'.s, and, if they con-
tinue to increase at their
present alarming rate, they
must be a grave menace
to the welfare of the local
toiler. Nay, they will
drive from his proud and
ancient patrimony the
industrious barrister - at - law
honest,
and substitute in his place a sparse
population of pigeon-feeders, competent
only to distribute bread-crumbs, and cer-
tainly not able to fake the place of the
legal labourer and solve knotty problems
under the Finance Acts. And not only
are thesa pigeons a future danger, they
are a present evil ; it would be impossible
to calculate the harm they have done
by, I will not say eating, but, at any
rate, pecking at the wretched Juniors'
briefs I
So you will join us, will you not, on
this eventful day?
Your respectful
INNER TEMPLAR.
DECEMDER 3, 1913.] PUNCH, OR THE LONDON CHARIVARI.
473
OUT OF BABYLON.
THE moon was up, the deed was done,
And things that ran as shadows run
Pursued us to tho brazen gate,
Where the king-carven lions wait
Beside the doors of Babylon.
There was no sound to break tho spoil
Save footsteps, light as leaves, that fell
And followed ever, followed on
Where the enchanted moonlight
shone
O'er charmed towers and terrible.
The Wizard's word was muttered low ;
The brazen doors swung open — so ;
The Wizard's word was soothly said ;
The footsteps died, and forth we fled
Into the darkness, long ago.
Now of the deed that had been done,
And what pursued, as shadows run,
And of tho word that passed us
through —
The Wizard's word, the word of rue —
I may not speak to anyone.
1 only sing tho fear of flight,
And ask your pity on my plight,
For the pale Wizard's eyes of ill
Keep tryst throughout the years,
and still
They land me every Friday night 1
ARMY EXERCISES.
THE NEW AUTUMN AMUSEMENT.
(Suggested by a study of the Daily Press.)
RECOGNISING that West End theatri-
cal managers will never be brought to
study tho comfort of their patrons,
especially in the less expensive seats,
till some really drastic measures are
taken, The Poor Pittites Training Corps
has lately been founded by Mr. Rupert
Swashbuck, of Ealing. The chief
objects of the movement are said to
be the demolition of early doors for
which extra payment is demanded, the
gratis distribution of programmes, and
the extinction of late arrivals, who will
be shot at sight. In a word, the support
and preservation of Law, Order and the
Rights of Playgoers. Major-Gen. Sir
Charles Hooter has accepted the pro-
visional command of the corps, and
drilling matintes will take place on
Wednesdays and Saturdays on Ealing
Common.
The Company of Anti - Motorist
Rough Riders held its first monthly
inspection and parade yesterday. This
is a civilian force which has been raised
by Col. P. Destrian, of Watford (and
late of tho Indian army), for the main-
tenance of the amenities of the high-
road. The troopers, mostly well-set-up
young farmers, were mounted on
serviceable-looking steeds, and armed
Newly-appointed Territorial Colonel. "LooK HEBE, SEBQEANT-MAJOB, I'll AFRAID MT
DOO HAS KILLED YOUB CAT. I "
Scrgcant-Major (itigratialingly). "On, IT'LL DO IT A. POWEB OP GOOD, Sin."
with six-shooters, steel chains, and
bags of ten-inch nails for tyre-destruc-
tion. Altogether some twelve hundred
men were said to be on parade, and
the gallant colonel, who himself took
the salute, expressed himself as more
than satisfied with the success of the
movement.
The Society for the Suppression of
Street Noises has lately brought itself
into line with the prevailing militancy
by the institution of a company of
expert bomb-flingers, under the personal
command of Captain Bayard, D.S.O.
Target-practice is indulged in every
week-day evening at the South Kens-
ington headquarters of the company,
and the members, who are mostly fine
stalwart-looking civil servants on the
retired list, are said to have attained
remarkable proficiency in aim. Great
enthusiasm is displayed for the move-
ment, Onslow Gardens especially being
prepared to run witli blood rather than
sacrifice one jot of its traditional quiet
and respectability.
With reference to the fighting re-
ported from the Midlands we learn that
a battalion of the Coventry branch of
Practical Canvassers, who had been
scouring the country with maxims in
support of a candidate for the city
council, appear to have fallen in with
the mounted section of the Society for
the Suppression of Political Speeches
returning from a field-day near Kenil-
worth. At the moment of writing no
exact details as to the casualties are
obtainable, but these are .known to be
enormous. Heavy firing having been
heard this afternoon from Leamington,
it is feared that the Peace Preservation
Party, who are reported to be in the
neighbourhood with several field-guns,
have joined in the action. Further
particulars will be published in our
later editions.
"Frenchman, bachelor, 19, socks place as
Tutor."— Advl. in " Morning Post."
It is time that these confirmed women-
haters were taxed.
474
PUNCH, OR TI1K LONDON CIJARIVAKL
[DECEMBER 3, 1913.
Bull's Other Island, as Mr. KIPLINQ He bit his lip and frowned, and
has wittily termed it. ... Good morn- words came with difliculty. "1 am
ing, if you mu-t go. I think wo shall | the strong, silent man," he said,
have rain shortly, but Btff-Ball will! "Oh, you are, are you'.'" I said
keep you amused through the most I " and what do you want witli me? "
depressing weather."
" I want a job in your hook," lie
BIFF-BALL.
THE NKW GAME THAT EVERYONE
WILL SOON HE I'LAYINO.
(With acknoirledyments to many of our
contemporaries.)
INTENT upon learning what game is
to fill our homes with innocent merri- ^ . , _ _.
mcnt this Christmas, our representative This includes a complete outfit of court ' months," he said. " There was a time
yesterday visited the vast emporium of plaster, lint, arnica and other medical ! when I was so busy I didn't know which
Tiddledy, Winks it Co., and inter- requisites. I way to turn. I figured in practically
viewed the genial man- — • , every novel that
agar.
"The game of the
coming season ?" repeat-
ed the latter. "Un-
doubtedly Biff -Bail.
Come with me."
Our representative
followed him into an-
other room, where a large
green cloth was found to
be laid on the floor,
securely pegged at the '
four corners. Two goals '
were placed nt opposite
ends of this cloth, and a
wooden ball about the
size of an orange reposed
in the middle of it.
" This is all the appar-
atus required," said the
manager. "The rules are
equally simple. Two
players insinuate them-
selves between the cloth
and the floor, and at a
given signal each en-
deavours to urge the ball
from underneath through
his opponent's goal. We
claim that Biff-Ball will
promote more hilarity
among spectators in ten
minutes than any other
sport in a week, while
among players it has al-
ready been found to cure
gout, indigestion and
obesity and to conducs
to a beneficial thickening of the;
skull. Mr. SHAW has praised it
on the ground that it abolishes
the absurd tradition of chivalry to-
wards women (for, of course, " mixed "
matches will be frequent). Mr. CHESTER-
TON has challenged the Bishop of
- ">.
HOW ONE IMAGINES THE EPOCH-MAKING SPEECH WAS DELIVERED AND RECEIVED.
aSe™8°f
matcles to thlrten
The price of a Biff-Ball set, as an- answered sullenly. Then, with a mighty
nounced in the full-page advertisement I effort, he shook off his reluctance to
which appears in this issue, is only 15.s. j speak. " I 've been out of work for
came
out. No sooner hud
Hearts and Crafts closed,
leaving Muriel in my
arms at last, than I had
to hurry off to rescue
Marjory in Out of the
Mist. Now, for some
reason, no one wants the
strong, silent man. And
yet, properly treated, I
could bring anyone a
fortune."
He turned those great
expiessive eyes, of which
I had so often read,
upon me.
" Give mo a job in your
new book, Sir ! " he cried
imploringly. " I can do
anything. I 'm the finest
horseman in Europe, and
the finest shot. I can
do anything but talk ! "
And he relapsed into
silence.
I felt really sorry for
the fellow.
" Eonald.Gei aid, Alec,"
I said — "whichever of
your aliases you prefer —
I am sorry that I have
nothing to offer you. I
have a comic gardener's
part still open " — he gave
a gesture of scorn — " but
that, of course, is of no
use to you. Now, may
I be frank ? "
" TTTT? dTRniMn err T?MT> -\T \ vr » ! ^e bent his head in silent assent,
lalij blKUJNG, SILENT MAN. ,, mi T '11 j. n
"Then I will tell you why you have
1 WAS busily engaged upon the first joined the ranks of the unemployed,
chapter of my new romantic novel, I It is because you have been found out.
Crolden Syrup, and had just realised j It is a dreadful thing to say to any
that m my description of Courtleigh j man, particularly to so fine a specimen
Manor I haxl used the word *' Q"nQo*"Y*°i "'*»" ™«. ,,.„„!; u.,t *i :*. :,. . -
WHAT GENERALLY HAPPENS NOWADAYS.
played on Boxing-Day, and Bom-
bardier WELLS, the eminent pugilist, is
using it as his principal means of
training in preparation for his great
light with CAHPENTIER.
Biff-Ball is destined to be among
ndoor games what the Tango is among
dances.. In a few weeks it will have
swept the country from John o' Groats
to Land's End, not excluding John
ancestral" as yourself, but there it is; you area
when I looked up and humbug. Despite vour splendid, vour
saw him standing by my writing-table, miraculous achievements, it has' been
He was a tall man, but exceptionally impossible to conceal any longer the
T£» I I »-\ l»*-vi-i y-i t-J- m n n , 1 . . „. .1 1 _ _ .'-II' _•
well proportioned, and he carried hirn-
fact that you are silent, not because
... -»-. .^ ' — ~ lauu tiutu ^uu cue yueui, nuu uecause
self with a rare distinction, despite the j you are strong, but because you cannot
fact that his clothes were frayed and j think of anything to say. There is only
He wore his hair a little one chance for you ; you must learn to
longer than I care to see it, but he was ! talk. Buy a book of Irish "
undoubtedly handsome in a square-
jawed, gloomy style.
" And who are you ? " I asked.
But he had turned on his heel, and,
still with his air of indescribable dis-
tinction, had left the room.
3, 1913.]
IT \rn, OR TIIK LONDON en \i;i\ \KF.
47-.
STUDIES OF BEVIEWEBS.
II. — THF. AUTOBIOGRAPHIC.^.
THIS charming volume of literary
studies by Mr. Desmond Jubb has :i
peculiar interest for me, because it
recalls that p"riod — the happiest of my
life — in which I was privileged to bj
his comrade and fellow student at
Balliol College, Oxford. For, in trutli,
I can say more than ]'/></ <7( inn ridi
tantiim. I not only saw Desmond
Jubb at lectures in Hall and on the
tow-path, where his clarion tones rang
out above all his contemporaries during
the torpids and eights, but I belonged
to the same wine club and wore the
same waistcoat-buttons. I shall never
fin-get the first time that I met him.
It was in the Michaelmas term and I
had returned a fortnight late, owing
to a rather severe attack of German
measles, from the srqiiclce of which
I still suffer in tbe^shape of slightly
impaired hearing of the right ear. I
was hurrying out of college to order
some more brown sherry, a beverage
to which in those days I was much
addicted, when I ran violently into a
handsome ycung man with a high
forehead, wearing a rather outri tio.
I should exp'ain that he was a fresh-
man, while 1 was already in my fourth
year; yet in this collision ho at once
assume;! the position of a senior,
gravely rebuked me for my precipitancy,
and then with irresistible bonhomie
invited me to lunch at Goffin's. Gottin's
shop, I should explain, was renowned
in those days for its marvellously fine
pork-pies, of which I was immoder-
ately fond, and I found that my new
acquaintance rendered equal justice
to their succulent qualities, albeit
not apparently endowed with the
same undefeated digestion as myself.
The conversation that took place is
indelibly imprinted on my memory.
I remember Jubb's observing what a
remarkably protean animal the pig
was, inasmuch as an entirely different
quality attached to various portions oi
his anatomy, ham differing from bacon
and pork from brawn. He confessed
that the mere mention of pig's feet
filled him with horror, in which 1
cordially concurred. That exquisite
fastidiousness which is so marked a
feature of these essays had thus already
declared itself. He was rather shocked
at my drinking shandy - gaff, while
admitting that the name had always
interested him. On this occasion, I
remember, he partook of cherry-brandy,
to correct, as ho put it, the exuberance
of the pork-pie. Ho smoked two or
three cigarettes afterwards, and ]
noticed that they were Russian, of the
" La Eerme " brand — Egyptian cigar-
THE SPARTAN MOTHER.
ettes had not yet come into vogue. He
told me that he got his ties from the
famous London house of Fraternity
and that they cost him 7s. 6d. apiece,
and he was surprised to hear that I
only paid Is. !!£<?. for mine at Charity
Bros.
At the time, of course, I was not
aware that I was entertaining a literary
angel, and yet I felt that I was
exchanging ideas with one of the most
versatile and engaging of my fellow-
students. He was so perfectly frank
and ingenuous, so ebullient and yet so
reserved that I had a sub-conscious
feeling he must be marked out for
exceptional greatness. Besides his
taste in ties, I remember that he never
wore a mackintosh, though curiously
enough in wet weather 1 have often
seen him in goloshes. He resented
familiarity. I remember once, in a
moment of expansion, addressing him
as " old chap," and his replying, " I am
neither old nor a chap," and when I
begged his pardon he kindly said,
"Granted, hut don't let it happen
again." At our wine club he always
sat at the other end of the table,
so that I seldom had the oppor-
tunity of speaking to him on these
occasions.
Unfortunately, I was obliged to leave
BaUiol iu the middle of my fourth
year owing to an attack of pernicious
squifiies, and I have never met Des-
mond Jubb again. Our paths have lain
apart, but 1 was never surprised at
his meteoric rise to eminence in the
literary firmament, and I welcome this
charming volume ns a rich fulfilment
of the early promise that he gave in
what I may call, not his salad, but his
pork-pie days.
476
PUNCH, OR THE LONDON CHARIVARI.
[Di<cE:.iBS3 3, 1913.
FUTURISTIC FUN.
(Xoticc from " The Daily Iconoclast " for
November 21st, 1923.)
AT last London has a "real theatre of wonder and o
records " on the principles laid down by the great Foundei
of Futurism, Signer MAKINKTTI ! And, by a singular coinci-
dence, this notice appears exactly ten years to-day from the
date of publication of his epoch-making article, " The Mean-
ing of the Music-IIall," in the columns of our contemporary
The Daily Mail I Needless to say that the entertainment
last night at the Pallidrome Theatre of Varieties was re-
ceived with delirious enthusiasm. Considerations of space
forbid us to mention every " turn " individually ; we can
only particularise a few, though there was none that failed
to fulfil Signer MAIUNKTTI'S condition of success — the pro-
duction of "Futuristic wonder."
The " synthetic combination of speed with transforma-
tion," which, as ho has taught us, is one of " the dominating
laws of life," was luminously illustrated by a phenomenally
stout entertainer who with lightning rapidity peeled off
several successive garments of startlingly Futurist hues,
until ho eventually revealed himself as a living skeleton,
an " absorbing and decisive symbol " which excited the
" torrents of hilarity " that the Master mentions as one of
the peculiar products of the Variety Theatre. Then, as
Signer MABINETTI so nobly recommended, "heroism and a
strong and healthy atmosphere of danger " were furnished
for the delighted spectators by a lofty trapeze act with bars
that had been so effectually soaped that one of the gymnasts
fell about sixty feet, fortunately landing on a member of the
orchestra who, till that moment, had been performing on
the ophicleide.
Next we were entranced by an artist who gave lifelike
imitations of a Buff Orpington hen being run over by
a motor-car, a beetroot in a state of incipient hysteria, and
a debased half-crown, thereby exemplifying what the High
Priest of Futurism terms " the profound analogies be-
tween the animal, vegetable, and mineral worlds, and
human beings."
Following him came a couple who were described with
some aptness as "knock-about comedians," and of them it
is only justice to state that, in Signer MARINETTI'S memor-
able phraseology, "they pleasantly fanned the intellect
with a network of sprightly wit, doltishness, and foolery of
the deepest kind, till they insensibly urged the souls of their
hearers to the very edge of madness, and to participate
noisily in queer improvised dialogues."
After that a highly instructive exhibition of another of
the dominating laws of life—" the interpretation of rhythm "
— was afforded by a lady who performed an impromptu and
daringly unconventional dance in a costume that, when
perceptible, was exquisitely diaphanous.
Then the two " Synthetic Sisters," strangely seductive
with their Futurist green hair, blue necks, violet arms, and
orange chignons, sang a duet which, to quote once more
illustrious Futurist philosopher, "brutally stripped
Woman of all the veils that mask and deform her,"
to the unspeakable edification of all the " adolescents and
young people of promise" present, for whom, as Signor
MARINETTI holds, " the Variety Theatre is the only school
to be recommended."
^ But perhaps the wildest furore was evoked by a Topical
singer, who, fulfilling what the immortal MARINETTI
:Iared to be the function of such artists, "explained
i swiftest, most striking manner the most mysterious
sentimental problems of life and the most complicated
political events." And all by a refrain that was a little
nasterpiece of " coarse simplicity."
The " mechanical grotesque effects," too, of an American
Eccentric, and his " methodical walk round after each
verse," were deeply significant of things in general.
Sketches were interspersed — and such sketches I We
can give them no higher praise than to say that each and
all achieved the Marinettian ideal of " destroying all that is
solemn, sacred, earnest, and pure in Art," and "decom-
posing such worn-out prototypes as the beautiful, the great,
and the religious."
Altogether an historic evening. A show the like of which
this Metropolis has never before seen, palpitating with the
actuality and originality that are still so deplorably lacking
on the regular stage. And the audience, all of them imbued
to their finger-ends with "the new sensibility," simply
" ate " it. There was nothing stupidly passive or static
about them — except in the case of spectators whose stalls
had, in accordance with Signor MARINETTI'S recommenda-
tion, been liberally smeared with seceotine.
Owing to the fact that the Box Office had followed
another suggestion of his and sold the same seats to ten
different persons, there were, as he correctly predicted,
several "rows" during the performance, as "immense"
as the most unreasonable Futurist could wish for.
Perhaps, however, he was less inspired in the advice to
" allot free seats to ladies and gentlemen who are notoriously
cranky " — a practice which, we think, might well be aban-
doned in future. It is a regrettable fact that the inmates
of private lunatic asylums who had been given compli-
mentary tickets maintained a comparative self-restraint and
decorum that might well have clamped the spirits of their
neighbours, had the latter been less completely under the
sway of what Signor MABINETTI aptly described as "the
*reat Futuristic Hilarity that shall rejuvenate the face of
;he earth." J1. A
GARKIN AND LARVIN
Garkin and Larvin were wonderful men,
Each with an energy equal to ten ;
Each was endowed witli superlative vim,
Each was addressed by his cronies as " Jim."
Garkin, when speaking in Albert his Hall,
Made you imagine the ceiling would fall :
Larvin, whenever he blew on his trumpet,
Made you feel " barmy " all over the " crumpet."
Never an orator stumping Hyde Park in
The power of his tongue was a patch upon Garkin ;
But with his length and his vigour combined
Larvin left Garkin completely behind.
Stark in defying all law and authority,
Wholly unequalled in vocal sonority,
Garkin, exhaustively tested, emerge"s
First of the moderns who ape Boanerges.
Grand in his nobly pontifical mien,
Greatly majestic, superbly serene,
Never defeated in any dispute,
Larvin annexes the whole arrow-root.
Here then 's a health to you, wonderful pair,
Lord of the larynx, Higli Priest of hot air!
Long may you live in democracy's hymns
Hailed as by far the most jumpy of Jims.
Another Impending Apology.
"In Mr. John Palmer we have a critic of thj younger gcneratkn
who merits a good deal more than the general scorn that is so
avishly bestowed upon the critic." — Observer.
DECEMBER 3, 1913.]
PUNCH, OR THE LONDON CHARIVARI.
477
Salesman. "Ann, WHATEVER SPEED you MAY BE ooiuo, WHEN YOU PUT ON THIS BRAKE YOU STOP IN FIVE YABDS DEAD."
Prtspective Purdutser. "How DREADFUL! I'VE ALWAYS THOUGHT TUEY WEBE so DAKOEROUS."
OUR BOOKING-OFFICE.
(By Mr. Punch's Staff of Learned Clerks.)
IF you care to hear a wise and kind old lady talking
pleasantly of the many interesting folk she has known
during a long and distinguished life, make haste to put
yourself in communication with Lady RITCHIE, who will
speak thus tj you From the Porch (SMITH, ELDER). Wel-
come as this volume will be to all who love men and things
of good report, it can be greeted by none more warmly than
by Mr. Punch, for whom the name of the writer must
always recall some of his proudest associations. Lady
RITCHIE does not tell us much in the present book about
her great father, but there are many others of the famous
dead of whom we obtain new and happy pictures. For my-
self I found a peculiar interest in the paper called "Charles
Dickens as I remember him." Hero there is one little pen-
portrait that I cannot resist transcribing. The writer is
telling of the time when the families THACKERAY and DICKENS
wore opposite neighbours in Paris. " One day I specially
remember, when wo had come to settle about a drawing-
class with our young companion K. E. [DICKENS' daughter],
her father came into the room accompanied by a dignified
person — too dignified, we thought — who came forward and
made some solemn remark, such as Hamlet himself might
have addressed to Yorick, and then stood in an attitude in
the middle of the room. The Paris springtime was at its
height, there was music outside, a horse champing in the
road, voices through the open window, and Mr. Macready,
for it was he, tragic in attitude gravely waiting an answer.
Mr. Dickens seemed to have instantly seized the incongruity,
suddenly responding with another attitude and another
oration in the Hamlet manner, so drolly and gravely, that
Macready himself could not help smiling at the burlesque."
Does this little extract show you the original charm of tho
book ? 1 hope so.
When your small nephew or niece replies to your question
on the subject of Christmas presents that he or she would
like a book this year, do not rush off to the nearest book-
shop and hunt through the shelves devoted to juvenile
literature, for that way madness lies. It is not good for
any uncle to be confronted suddenly by that blaze of colour.
Just stay at home and write to the shop as follows:
" DEAR SIR, — Kindly forward me at once Mr. H. DE VERB
STACPOOLE'S adventure story, Bird Cay (WELLS GARDNER,
DARTON). One of Mr. Punch's Learned Clerks informs me
that it is an admirable story in every way." Mr. STACPOOLE
is, of course, at his best in describing stirring deeds in tropical
surroundings ; but never before have I received so vivid an
impression of the atmosphere of those distant seas. H:s story
deals with a search for treasure buried on a desert island ;
and when I say treasure I mean treasure — great chunks of
gold in brick form. The hero is a boy who stows himself
away on the treasure-hunting ship and has the satisfaction
of being the one who succeeds in actually unearthing (or
unsanding) the gold. It is this part of the book which
I count on to attract the young nephew. The story is a
little reminiscent of STEVENSON'S masterpiece; but, after all,
what does that matter? And if the villain is a shade dis-
appointing to admirers of John Silver he is nevertheless
a pretty good villain, so that 's all right.
47.S
PUNCH, OR THE LONDON CHARIVARI. [DECEMBER 3. 1913.
Tilr MACDONAGH 1ms left nothing more to be said by
laU-r i.i»tuiians aboul Tht. Barters' UMcry (IIoDDER AND
iiTON) In exhaustive, as distinct from exhausting,
i- ho deals with the subject from two points of view
known not to exist) ; how, when he had got it and made
such a prodigious success of it that he could educate his son
to be a lino gentleman, that son won most events at the
muimuL uo wwa — j — — » .. , ,,
_tho first, historical ; the second, personal. Possibly the
i- part of liis work, for which ho is qualified by twenty-
veua of experience in the gallery, will be the more
live vears 01 expeuun^u ui w«i b""^. . . ,.
popular, though the former has abiding interest, being the
Suit of pancaking study of the relations between Press
and Parliament going back to Stuart days. One of the
ordinances governing debate in the Houso of Commons
nins that a Member on his legs must not direct his speech
school sports at Walshaw (a fictitious spot) by reason of his
having trained on the cinder track behind T)ie Fitjhtiiuj
Let it, however, not
Cocks (a very actual public-bouse).
bo thought that Mr. WOUIL'S interest is purely local ; his
observations apply to all parts of the country wherever
is known that invaluable and never -to -be -sufficiently -
legislated-for entity, the working-man (Hear, hear), whom
he exposes and shows to be no better then the rest of
us (Shame). I was, I must say, surprised to find a son of
this so humbly originating cobbler almost entangled in a
dashing divorce case ; but the fault of improbability is less
with this novel than with the others which have always
her of the Front Benches. The Speaker m the taught me to associate the pastimes of responding and
Chair is close at hand ; their audience is seated behind j co-responding exclusively with the higher and less innately
them and below the Gangways as far as the Bar. Strictly | virtuous classes.
to obey the order it would be necessary for them to turn
i i _i__ _ ii :„„ ::.,,,,... Tr\of I«/»f ! t-ol v if. i<i t.lipir lui,hit
enjoins that a Member on
to the House or to any section of it.
•This rule," Mr.
LU LIIO **vum •*• w-^ - ,,
M U-DON veil testifies, " is as often broken as it is observed.
Its breach is commonest in the case of Members rising from
_ / Ai. _ t\.~.^ TJn.-i^linc.- TUn RnAfLiTAr in the'
Mr. GLADSTONE
their backs on their audience. Instinctively jt isjheir habit
to present that view to the Speaker's eye,
was a great sinner in -
this respect. Not infre- j
quently he turned right |
1 round to his supporters |
above the Gangway and ,
literally drove home his j
argument by violently
beating the palm of his
left hand with the fingers
of his right. Sir WILLIAM
HAUCOUHT was, in re-
spect of this rule, another
habitually disorderly per-
son. The Cross Benches
at either side of the Bar
would afford the best
vantage, but as they are
technically outside the
House they may not be
used for oratorical pur-
poses. BRADLAUOH ac-
Vnwelcome Intruder. " COULD YEB 'ELP A poon FELLER AS UD STOP
NOTHIN' TEB GAIN 'is ENDS, KIND LADY?"
cidentally discovered the
merits of this quarter when, being forbidden to enter
the House, he addressed it from the Bar. The interest
of reporters in this matter is direct. Their gallery bsing
immediately over the Speaker's chair, speech adirassed in
obediance to the rule reaches their ears. Thay suffer even
more than the Speaker when a Matnbar turns his back on
the Chair. This is one of the particulars of Parliaimntary
proceedings that Mr. MACDONAGH makes clear to the under-
standing of the man in the street. I have touched upon
only one detail of his work, but the whole book is alluring,
and I advise every student of Parliamentary reports to get
it and read it through. He will find it equally entertaining
and instructive.
Most readers will thank Mr. GEORGE WOUIL for his
delightful Sowing Clover (LONG), but such as live in*
South Staffordshire will do so with a touch of suppressed
irritation. In a particularly graphic book he has done a
particularly tiresome thing, and that is, while making a
great point of his topography, to call some places by their
own and others by assumed names. He should have dealt
impartially with the whole Black Country, disguising all
or none ; as it is, the native Black must be upset to read
how John Wittongate, the cobbler, made a house-to-house
canvass for work from Salop Street, Wolverhampton (which
is known to exist) to the outlying Tambridge (which is
On page 135 of The Pilgrim from Chicago (LONGMANS)
its author, Mr. CHRISTIAN TEARLE, observes, " Describing
— I places is a very troublo-
\ some business." It was,
j I suppose, because he felt
• this difficulty that he
has tried to avoid it by
filling his book of topo-
graphy with dialogue,
and inventing a visitor
from the States to hang
it upon. The idea, which
he has used onco before
in Humbles iritli an
j American, is certainly
ingenious — indeed, to my
own thinking, a little too
' much so. Mr. TEARLE'S
enthusiasms and infor-
mation about old places
and their associations
would be more pleasing
without this elaborate
pretence. In short, the
Chicago gentleman bored me. I felt all the time that
if I had the author to myself, content just to point out
things of interest and let me enjoy them, 1 should
spend a much happier time than as eavesdropper to the
frequently rather vapid conversation he exchanges with his
American friend. Perhaps I am ungracious. No doubt
there are many persons (I have a suspicion of their nation-
ality) who will prefer this method of imparting knowledge,
and" for whom the cliche, so painfully frequent in Mr.
TEARLE'S pages, will have no terrors. As it is for these
that the book has obviously been written its success should
he assured. It is only fair to add that even the most fasti-
dious reader will find in it a wealth of engaging speculation
and discovery, of which the scene is largely, though not
solely, London. Hunters of the Dickensian snark should
especially appreciate this book, above all for its wholly
admirable photographs, many of which deal with spots
that Mr. TEARLE has identified in the novels. He has
done this so cleverly that only the presence of the third
party aforesaid prevented me from being properly grateful.
"It was an ideal morning, with the hounds still glowing in their
brilliant autumn colours." — Westmoreland Gazette.
Colour Enthusiast. "That's a nice brown hound."
Huntsman. " Ah, but you should see him in his pretty
green summer coat."
DECEMUKB 10, 1913.] PUNCJIf, OR THE LONDON CHARIVARI.
479
CHARIVARIA.
THE Bishop of CARLISLE says lie was
never so startled in his life as by the
sight of fashions in London recently.
This reminds us that wo remembiT
io\v amused ue were tho first time we
saw a bishop. .,. *
*
WTith reference to tho arrest of Mis.
PANKHUHST, which was carried out in
such a manner that tho general public,
Mrs. PANKIIUHST'S suffragette sup-
porters and the Press representatives
were all outwitted, it is felt in Fleet
Street that the police were justified in
hoodwinking the first two
jlasses, but the besting of the
Press representatives bordered
on an infringement of etiquette.
• MB. LLOYD' GEOBGE AT
HOLLOWAY,"
said the poster. But of course
they will let him out before long
— like Mr. LARKIN.
Mr. KAINES SMITH, lecturing
on " Beauty and Morality " at
the Victoria and Albert Museum,
described LEONARDO DA VINCI'S
" Monna Lisa" as " one of the
most actively evil pictures ever
painted — one with an atmo-
sphere of indefinable evil." The
lady, it will be remembered,
ended up by becoming the asso-
ciate of thieves.
* *
Meanwhile, after Mr. SMITH'S
pronouncement, it will be inter-
esting to see whether the thieves
will now come forward and claim
a reward for removing an evil
influence that was a grave
danger to Parisian morality.
is to bo revived
Boxing-Day, ,
at Drury Lano on
There would seem to ho no limit to
tho enterprise of publishers. One of
them has succeeded in persuading that
recluse Colonel ROOSEVELT to talk
about himself, and his autobiography
is to appear next week.
A foolish lady recently enquired at a
library whether Richard t'urlomj was a
sequel to Alice-for-Short.
" Best regards to Sir William, tho
Duke, Mr. Bockford, and all our friends,
ARTISTS AND AUDIENCES.
(How to mollify their mutual relations.)
[S > that concert artists may not be dis-
couraged by the imliflrronco of audiences,
ior Arrigo Bocchi has planned a nvw
i hrni( of lighting at St. James Hall, Great
I'nrtlaii'l Stn-i't, vliirh !»• lias acquired for a
tt« of inu.iic lovers. Lights will bo
focusscd on the stage, tho aii-lu .num being in
of s.-llli (larkrn->s wllirll will dllUt OUV
the audience from the sight of tin- |M>rfniin r."
Mail.]
Ax excellent beginning. Some further
humane efforts of a like character seem
to have escaped our bright little con-
temporary.
"I WAST TO SEE SOME JIUDGUAllDS."
"FOB WHAT MAKE OP CYCLE, SlB?"
"THEY'RE NOT FOB A CYCLE, THEY 'BE FOB ME.'
It is good news that London is at
last to have an efficient ambulance
service, and that soon we shall not
feel compelled to exercise such extreme
caution in crossing the road.
and damn all our enemies," is an extract
from a letter written by Lord NKLSON
to Lady HAMILTON which was sold last
week at SOTHEBY'S. There is a rumour
that the purchaser was Mr. LAUKIX.
bo that concert - goers may
not bo discouraged by the
hideous antics of long - haired
piano-thumpers, Signor Vertigo
Bashwood has planned an
entirely novel sclieme at the
Tubal Hall, New Bond Street, by
which at tho commencement of
tho programme an extinguisher
made of perforated zinc is let
down from the roof of the stage,
which, while permitting the free
passage of sound, will entirely
shut out both instrument and
performer from the sight of the
audience.
So that indifferent theatrical
artists may no longer be dis-
couraged on first nights by the
hoots and cat-calls of the
audience, Professor Sumcrun
Rheingold has planned a new
scheme of acoustics at the St.
George's Theatre, by which at
the conclusion of each Act (or
indeed whenever circumstances
seem to demand) the audience
can be rendered entirely in-
audible from the stage. Tlia
invention is said to have the
hearty approval of Mr. BEKNABD
; : ->'
Feeder motor-'bus routes " is an i The hull of an early sixteenth cen
expression which appears in an adver-
tisement of the L.G.O.C. We imagine
our old friend the Chocolate 'Bus will
be found on one of these routes.
& :;:
:;i
Tango classes for Army officers
started last week in the Soldiers' Club
at Bordon Camp, Hampshire. While
tury warship has been discovered at
Woolwich, and our Radical economists
are hoping that Mr. CHURCHILL may
lie able to adapt this to modern needs
and reduce his estimates.
« *
According to the Drcsdcncr Nach-
richten, a narcotic powder has boon
it is a pity that wo allowed the German j invented which will revolutionize war-
army to forestall us in aeronautics, it j fare. Shells charged with this powder,
really begins to look as if we may ' when exploded among the enemy, will
gain the lead here. send them to sleep for several hours
*...* instead of killing them. It should, how-
After being in a state of coma for tho j ever, always be possible to send a rescue
best part of a year, Tim Sleeping Beauty ; force with bagpipes.
SHAW.
Much the same plan will be followed
at the Adaptations Theatre, with one
important difference, that here, on the
approach of any line whose wealth of
meaning is likely to discourage a family
or episcopal audience, the stage manager
is able by touching a lever instantly to
sever the acoustic connection between
the two sides of the footlights, which
will only be restored when all possi-
bility of danger is at an end.
An item of "Local News" in the
Tcesdalc Mercury : —
" The Queen of Spain, who. prior to her
marriage, visited tho Bowes Museum, and
who has completely recovered from her
indisposition, will leave Paris to-morrow for
England to visit her mother, Princess Henry
of Battenberg."
But it might be wiser not to visit
Bowes Museum again.
480
PUNCH, OK THE LONDON CHARIVARI. [DECEMHKU 10, 1913.
THOUGHTS ON THE NEAR FUTURE.
• \V. mi-.iii to sco this thinR through."
Mr. Astjuilh at J,ccili.
•• We arc Kimid to si-o the tiling through."
.S.i- Kiln-lint drey at lirculford.]
\Vi: 're not so young as once we were;
Amid our raven locks
Unlovely intervals occur;
\Ye shrink from sudden shock^ ;
Our salad days, a vivid green---
Time lias impaired their hue;
But we've n stubborn will, and mean
To >--ee this business through.
Owing io life's exhausting sn<
Coupled witli growth of girth,
\Ve move more slowly, wo are less
Kesilient in our mirth :
But still our heart, as ever keen
At Duty's call, will do
What England still expects ; \ve mean
e this business through.
Others may shirk the higher claim,
Over the sea may go
To sport with Chance at Monte's game
( >r ski about the snow ;
For us, we ask no change of scene,
No skies of borro\ye_d blue ;
We stay at home because we mean
To see this business through.
The pledge \ve gave to pay our debt
(Hands clasped in solemn grip)
We Shall redeem -'with teeth' hard set
And stiffened upper lip ; '"•
Boy ! "you may trust your Uncle ; he
Has sworn to face with you
Even' a pantomime, and see '.•"
This Christmas business through.
0.8.
SHOULD AN AUTHOR TELL?
IT' was 'a memorable morning on
which I found myself in the waiting-
room of Mr. Silas K. Joshfeller's Variety
Agency. • Again and again I had as-
sured myself that, if one parson could
wake up the -music-hall world with a
problem sketch, there was no .reason
on earth why aliother member of the
Church -should not meet Xvith almost
equal success. So that my natural tre-
pidation was leavened by a measure
of self-confidence. And yet I had an
uneasy feeling that the little collection
of music-hall artistes saw me coming —
in the slang sense. Two men especially
I singled out, and I could have sworn
that I at once became the subject of
their whispered conversation. One of
these I took to be an American. He had
the usual sartorial features, including
a low-crowned felt hat, a suit not quite
as broad as long, and a pair of in-
describable boots. His companion was
a big Irishman, and appeared to be a
member of the hatless brigade. 1
remember thinking at the time that
any man with such very musical hair
could well afford to dispense with head
covering.
With my wideawake and the book
of my sketch in one hand I was just
about to tap on the door marked " Pri-
vate " with the other, when the Ameri-
can called out politely,
" Say, excuse me. I think you '11
find Mr. Joshfeller's busy just now."
"Oh, thank you," I said, taking a
step in the speaker's direction and
realising that 1 had committed some-
thing approaching a breach of etiquette.
" How thoughtless of me," I went on,
setting out to be friendly. " Of course,
all you ladies and gentlemen arc also
waiting for an interview."
" Waal, he 's naat an easy man to
see," replied the American. " I should
say a variety agent is soir.ethin' like
your Aarchbishop of CANTERBURY to
git right hold of."
" Er— yes. With regard to the ARCH-
BISHOP," I said, " I have never had the
pleasure. But I 've. no doubt it 's an
apt comparison. Perhaps you could
tell me if they deal in sketches here ? "
" I could naat. Sketches are naat in
my line. .I'm a comedian. But see
here. What is this sketch you 've
gaat ? Is it sensational, cahmedy, or
what?"
" Oh, itr'g — it 's a problem sketch."
" Is ut fuhny ? " asked the Irishman.
" Oh, no. Quite serious," I said.
Here was an opportunity of gaining'an
unbiassed opinion, and, encouraged/ by
their interest, I showed them the script'
and related the story in a few words. '
" Sir," said the American, when I had
finished, " that show would cause a riot
on a cannibal island.'.'
" Ye '11 be afther wantin' a fortune
for nt ? " asked the Irishman.
" Oh, no. Quite a modest sum would
content me," I said. " But I 'm very
gratified to think you like the idea."
" I 'm thinkin' ut '11 revolutionise the
music-halls," said .the Irishman. "Ye '11
want to use great caution the way ye
dispose of ut.".
"Yes, Sir!" added the American.
" And listen bete. I caan't let a man
of your cloth rush into vaudeville
! without a woird of preparation, and
without tellin' you that there 's some
store of disillusionment waitin' for any
stranger. A1J around you '11 find things
are unreal. You'll see Hindoos that
are' white men,"Chinese that are Yanks,
comedians that caan't make you laaf,
and angelic-lookin' women that are
naat. For instance, if you 've weighed
me up at all you guess I 'm Amurrican.
Sir, you think I'm a genuine Yank.
Waal, I 'm naat. I was born in Brixton,
and never been out o' this country. But
I know what pays. Now you caan't
tell mo you ain't shocked at that. Is
it not deception ? Do you, as a cloirgv-
man, think it's right V "
" The question you put me is a ilii'li-
cult one," I answered after a moment's
thought. " I have come here to find
an opening for my sketch, and I realise
that if I join the ranks of your pro-
fession I must conform to its custom*.
On the whole, I am inclined to take a
rather broad-minded view. Perhaps if
I myself were in any way .connected
with the Church- but, as a matter of
fact, I 'm not." ;
The Brixton- American hurst into a
roar of laughter at this statement.
The Irishman merely smiled <i peculiar
smile and nodded his head. ' I some-
how felt very elated. It was as if I had
already proved my worth in another
sphere. The only tiny midge in my
ointment was the thought that the
Brixton-American combination rather
tended to detract from the originality
of my own enterprise.
" You see," 1 went on, trying to
speak with indifference, "if a real.
parson can do this kind of .thing, and1
cause a public sensation with the help
of his clerical position, there seems to
be no reason why a bogus one should
fail. And I have no doubt that the
sight of a clergyman will considerably
impress a man of the, variety agent
type. Now don't you; as. music-hall
artistes, consider my idea rather in-
genious? Don't you think that, com-
pared with the ordinary ruse, it .savours
of originality?"
"Oh, say, P think it 's ctite," said' the
Brixton-American, and laughed again.'
" Shpeakin' for ineself," remarked the:
Irishman, the lines about his jnouth:
hardening :in a quite unaccountable
manner, " I '11 admit that yer cunningj
does not appeal to me. There's de-j
ception ami deception. And ut 's thej
public, and not the agents, that ye'vo!
got to deceive. Maybe if I was a|
music-hall artiste — but I 'in not. I 'mi
an agent. Me name's- Silas K. Josh-1
feller." . .
"Really?" I said. "I hope you,
will forgive my unfortunate intentions'
towards yourself."
"Ach! Your intintions and my
idinthity don't matt her. at all at all.
Ut 's your claim to one shpark of
originality that dhrives me shtark ravin'
mad. Yon and your rotten whiskered
sketch and your pantomime parson
make-up. Originality, begorra ! Why,
you 're the tenth sham priest that 's
aftlier comin' up hero wid sketches the
last month."
The Surprise of the Week.
" There is no prospect of any change in the
changeable weather." — Mancliester Courier.
PUNCH, OK T1IE LONDON CHARIVARI.- DWK.MHKR ]0, 1913.
THE TRIBUTE OF ENVY.
MADAME LA REPUBLIQUE (singing). " J 'AI FAIT SAUTER MON MINISTERS."
MB. BONAB LAW (to Lord LAXSDOWXE). " ADMIRABLE WOMAN I THEY ORDER THESE THINGS
BETTER IN FRANCE."
DECEMBER 10. 1913.] PUNCH, Oil THE LONDON CHARIVARI.
483
"WHAT D'VOU MEAN BY MAKING ME SLACK UP? YOU NEEDN'T GET FUSK7 ABOUT AN OLD HOUSE LIKE THAI SIIV1SG I "
" MAYBE, Sin, BUT HE 's A BIT SHAKY ON THE LEGS AND I HAD TO THINK OP THB DRAUGHT I "
CHRISTMAS GIFTS.
WHY not make life a little
easier for your friends?
Why not rub off the corners ?
And smooth out the creases?
THE BARE NECESSITY SUPPLY ASSO-
CIATION have the honour to announce
their list of Daintiest Eecencies for the
Yule-Tide Season. Last year we had
the pleasure of introducing to our
patrons those three labour-saving de-
vices— now to be found in every home
— the CHIPEGO, the KEEPOT and the
SLIPON.
Our Committee of Long-felt-want
Experts has been at work again, and
we now quote from this year's cata-
logue the following three SPECIAL
DOMESTIC NOVELTIES and AIDS TO THE
ELEGANT LIFE.
(Full catalogue sent on application
by special delivery van.)
No. 125463 B. THE CHILCUP.
This is a charming, indeed exquisite,
little breakfast-table adjunct for those
in a hurry. A most appropriate Christ-
mas present for business men and
others. It is a delicate little silver
electric fan, which can be clipped on to
the rim of the coffee-cup, to cool the
contents. No more gulped coffee t No
more missed trains 1
No. 09 AAJ. THE ASPARAGLOVE.
It has long been felt that something
should be done to facilitate the eating
of asparagus in public. There is noth-
ing clumsy about the Asparaglove. It
only encloses the thumb and first finger,
and may be left in the finger-bowl if
preferred. Supplied in dozens. A most
appropriate and topical Christmas gift,
but must be put aside — along with
tennis shoes or parasol — till the proper
season.
(NoTE. — It has been suggested to us
that it might be a little awkward for
the diner-out to come to the table
wearing an Asparaglovo when there
was no asparagus provided. This diffi-
culty can be easily overcome, however,
by hostesses printing in the corner of
invitation cards the one word " Aspara-
gus." It should be in veiy small type
and need not obtrude itself. N.B. —
These cards can be obtained from our
Stationery Dept. No. 111111121.)
No. 545433C L.
THE THERE-AND-BACK SPOON.
Beautifully simple in its operation.
(May be had in sets of half-a-dozen
with monogram.)
Have we not all met with the diffi-
culty of eating cherry and other stone
fruit with any degree of elegance ? The
problem is now solved, thanks to the
secret chamber beneath the head of
the spoon, which is always ready noise-
lessly to receive the stones as they arc
rejected.
Let us all do something to brighten
tho Home.
THE BARE NECESSITY SUPPLY Assoc.
" The ' Eclair ' says that Miss Paukhurst
began to spoak in French, but that, as shj
appeared insufficiently familiar with that
language, sho was obliged to continue in
French. Part of tho audience protested and
others applauded." — Westminster Gazette.
We should have applauded her pluck
while protesting against her unintelli-
gibility.
" Lord Henley, of Watford Court, has just
presented each of his estate cottagers with
10 cwt. of coal. The gifts are keenly recipro-
cated."— Northampton Afercury.
In fact they have a local proverb now
about carrying coals to Henley, and his
lordship wishes it to be understood that
his cellars are full.
" In tho last Act she commits suicide by
throwing herself in front of a locomotive
engine. This, of course, is not all that
happens, but it is the maiu line."
Fleming Post.
On a branch line you can't always be
sure of getting an engine.
484
PUNCH, on THE LONDON CIIAEIVAKI. [DECEMHKU 10, 191.3.
THE SPORTSMAN.
" 'Mr. Luinley to see you! " said the
oflico-boy, interrupting my usual noon-
day nap.
" Luinley ? " I said. " Lumley '? I
don't know anyone of that name.
What does ho want '.' "
" Says it's a private mailer, Sir, and
perlickly asks lo have a few words."
"Oh, well, show him up."
For aught I knew my visitor might
be the secret emissary of a wealthy
stranger who proposed to leave me an
immense fortune. Such things do
happen, I believe, at any rate in books.
1 hurriedly arranged some important- detested," I
looking documents on , —
my writing-table, and
had successfully assumed
the attitude of a man
immersed in affairs,
whose valuable time was
not lightly to be en-
croached upon, when Mr.
Lumley was announced.
" I trust I 'm not
intruding, Mr. Biffin," he
began, "but your name
was given to me by
Major Hardaway-Pil-
. chard and Sir Edward
Topping. I ventured,
therefore "
" It was kind of these
gentlemen, whoever they
may be, to give you that
which did not belong
to them," I remarked
severely, " but I may as
well say at once that
' I am totally unac-
: quainted with either of
them."
"I was talking to
Captain Spindler only
I the other day," he con-
tinued unabashed, " and
he said he was sure you would be
interested in our little scheme."
" To the best of my belief," I replied,
"I have never set eyes on Captain
Spindler. But what is your 'little
1 scheme,' as you call it? "
"Sir Edward Topping and Major
Haulaway-Pilchard and, I may add,
many other gentlemen equally well
known in sporting circles, have long
felt the want of a volume— a book of
reference— that should contain brief
biographies of persons who, like your-
self, are interested -in all matters
connected with sport."
" I am certainly interested in sport,"
I began, " but I must confess that "
Exactly, Mr. Biffin ! Precisely. And
ni this publication we propose to devote
an entire page to every one of our leading
British sportsmen who is good enou"li
to provide materials for a biography. ! " that I am utterly useless at both
\Vo thus hope to produce a work of I tennis and croquet, while my handicap
absorbing interest, the value of which j at golf is twenty-four. Indeed, until
will be greatly enhanced by photo- j last summer it had always been thirty-
graph portraits. I have been com- J two."
ini>-;ionod to approach you as one of j "Perhaps shooting and fishin" niv.
our typical
Beally, Mr. Lumley,
lie called typical."
more in your lino? "
can hardly i " I gave up shooting twenty years
t, .*i..AUU UJJL..W.... ago, because I never hit anything
" If you will kindly give me a brief j except a beater, and the only fishing
sketch of your sporting career, I shall I ever indulge in takes the form of a
not detain you long, I assure you." little mild shrimping during my sum-
He drew a note-book from his pocket, i mer holidays at the sea-side." I rose
"In early life, Mr. Biffin, "he continued, | to my
"you were, I believe, a keen footballer'?" view w
holiday-
feet to intimate that the inter-
was at an end
If there is one game I have always " I am very much obliged to you for
i _ 1 ,1 T 1'T ,i'i_'l*__il_ll A _ .It T 11 T • . .V
replied, " it is football. As all your
valuable and interesting in-
formation," said Mr.
Lumley as he left the
room. " You shall hear
from mo later."
Three months elapsed
j and I had almost for-
1 gotten this interview
j when I was pleasantly
surprised, one bright
Juno morning, by the
receipt of a handsomely-
bound volume, entitled
Leaders of British Spurt,
containing a slip in-
scribed, " With the Pub-
lisher's compliments.
See p. 83." Turning
hastily to the page men-
tioned I read the follow-
ing notice : — •
" BIFFIN, REGINALD
DBAKE. — Stock-broker ;
6. 1872; cduc. Harrow
and Oxford; n. of Sir
Theodore Biffin,
K.C.V.O.; four s. and
two cl. ; owns three acres.
Played football regularly
for many years in a
school eleven, but was not
— included in the team that
a boy I was, of course, compelled to | represented Oxford at Blackheath in
play it, but I never developed the least 1892. As a cricketer his batting average
taste for it. When I left my private was remarkable, and the wickets he
school I was still in the fourth eleven, took on the playing-fields at Harrow
- game are still remembered. Is deeply inter-
ested in polo, and though it would be
unfair to compare him with players of
the calibre of Mr. Buckmaster or the
Brothers Waterbury he has long been
a conspicuous and familiar figure at
Ranelagh. Plays tennis and croquet
with equal skill", and if his golf-handi-
cap continues to be reduced at "the
present rate should undoubtedly become
a scratch player in less than three years.
Has renounced shooting in favour of
the gentler art, and is considered by
some to be among the keenest and not
least successful salt-water fishermen on
the South Coast ..."
I could find nothing in all this that
"HOME RULE ALL ROUND."
(Suggested design for Royal Standard under the above arrangement.)
ENGLAND, NORTH. ENGLAND, MIDLANDS. ENGLAND, SOUTH. • SCOTLAND
IRELAND, SOUTH AND WEST. ULSTER. WALES. LONDON.
LANCASHIRE. YORKSHIRE. ISLE OP MAN. ISLE OP DOGS.
and at Oxford I gave up the
altogether."
. " At cricket, no doubt "
" I was just as poor a performer.
My batting average at Harrow never
reached double figures, and the occasions
on which I bowled a wicket were rare
enough to be memorable."
"Polo, Mr. Biffin, I am sure you — — "
" Never, " I answered firmly. ' ' Though
as a member of Eanelagh I often enjoy
watching the inter-regimental matches,
I have too great a respect for my bones
to take part in so dangerous a pastime."
"Oh, indeed!" Mr. Lumley ap-
peared to be disappointed.
"I may further add," I went on,
DECEMBER 10, 1913.] PUNCH, OR THE LONDON CHARIVARI. 485
3 -
Conscientious Window-dresser. " MB. GRAHAM 1 JToraD YOU MIND GIVING Miss WILLCDX A CAIX, AND ASK HER TO KISDLT
STEP THIS WAY AND GIVE ME THIS POSE? I CAN'T QUITE GET WHAT I WANT."
seemed to call for criticism. As a brief
epitome of my various activities in the
realm of sport it seemed to be eminently
truthful and satisfactory. I read it
aloud to my wife after luncheon, and
she expressed herself no less delighted
than surprised by it.
" Oh, Reginald," she exclaimed affec-
tionately, " why didn't you tell me al>
this before ? I had no idea you 'd done
so much."
" There are some things one doesn't
talk about," I replied modestly.
" Won't mother be pleased ! " she
continued.
" 1 hope so. It even occurs to me
that a copy of this book would make '
a very suitable Christmas present for
your dear mother, and indeed for Uncle j
Joseph and others of your relatives
who don't perhaps appreciate me as
much as
" Oh, wouldn't it ! " she agreed
enthusiastically. " I hope you '11 order
a dozen copies at least."
" That is what I propose to do. And
now," I added, glancing at my watch,
" I must be getting off to Eanelagh."
An anxious expression crossed my
wife's face. " Reginald," she appealed,
"polo is such a dangerous game.
Promise me you won't take any risks! "
" Have no fears, darling," I replied
with some emotion ; " I promise."
THE PICTURE-PAPER TO ITS PUBLIC.
WE, who purvey pictorial news,
Profess the most enlightened views,
For we maintain that all sensation
Is ours, to share with you, the nation.
Down, therefore, with the social pest
Who hugs his horrors to his breast !
Down with the vile, self-centred man
Who keeps things private when he can !
We have our eye on him — we mark
All woes which he would fain keep dark.
Our Press photographer is out
To put his privacy to rout.
For all man's passion, grief, distress,
Are merely matter for the Press,
And mainly that which craves omission
Shall go to feed our vast edition.
Then, 0 our Public, gather near!
We "ve got a tit-bit ! Just look here !
Here 's something over which to gloat —
The funeral of a man of note.
We hope you will not fail to see
Our really painful Picture 3,
For we have had the luck to snap
The dead man's son (that tallish chap)
And favorite brother (head bent down,
Confound him !) walking through the
town.
We got them, after quite a hunt,
At six yards' range from close in front.
It seems that, suffering as they were,
They shunned our Press photographer.
They didn't wish their grief to rise
Before a million pair of eyes ;
Tried to escape from our molesting.
This makes the snap more interesting.
Here, then, they are: their sorrow's
plain,
Or should be, to your eager brain.
Look at them closely ; thus you will
Not fail to feel the authentic thrill.
Ah ! ain't it sad to think those men
Have lost their loved one from their
ken?
Could any other human sight
Harrow you more than such a plight ?
Thanks to our enterprise you see
Their realistic misery
(Behind — see Picture 1 — the bier).
Inset, we have the mourner's tear,
Taken while falling. Overleaf,
We chat about the widow's grief.
486
PUNCH, OR THE LONDON CHARIVARI. [DECEMBER 10, 1913.
IN THE SWIM.
"Do you tango?" asked Miss Hop-
kins, as soon as we were comfortably
seated. I know her name was Hopkins,
because I bad her down on my pro-
gramme us 1'opkins, which seemed too
good to be true ; and, in order to give
her a chance of reconsidering it, I had
asked her if she was one of thePopkinses
of Hampshire. It had then turned out
that she was really one of the Hopkinses
of Maidii Yule.
"No," I said, "I don't." She was
only the fifth person who had asked
me, but then she was only my fifth
partner.
" Oli, 'jou ought to. You must be
up-to-date, you know."
" I "in always a bit late with these
things," I explained. " The waltz came
to England in 1812, but 1 didn't really
master it till 1904."
" I 'm afraid if you wait as long as
that before you master the tango it
will be out."
"That's what I thought. By the
time I learnt the tango, the bingo
would be in. My idea was to learn the
bingo in advance, so as to be ready for
it. Think how you '11 all envy me in
1917. Think how Society will Hock to
my Bingo Quick Lunches. I shall be
the only man in London who bingoes
properly. Of course by 1918 you '11 all
be at it."
" Then we must have one together in
1918," smiled Miss Hopkins.
" In 1918," I pointed out coldly, " I
shall be learning the pongo."
My next partner had no name that 1
could discover, but a fund of conversa-
tion.
" Do you tango ? " she asked me as
soon as we were comfortably seated.
No," I said, "I don't. But," I
added, " I once learned the minuet."
" Oh, they 're not very much alike,
are they?"
Not a bit. However, luckily that
doesn't matter, because I 've forgotten
all the steps now."
She seemed a little puzzled and de-
cided to change the subject.
" Are you going to learn the tango ? "
she asked.
I don't think so. It took me four
nonths to learn the minuet.
" But they 're quite different, aren't
they?"
" Quite," I agreed.
As she seemed to have exhausted
herself for the moment, it was obviously
my business to say something. There
was only one thing to say.
" Do you tango ? " I asked.
" No," she said, " I don't."
" Are you going to learn ? "
" Oh, yes ! "
" Ah ! " I said ; and h've minutes later
we parted for ever.
The next dance really was a tango,
and I saw to my horror that I had
a name down for it. With some diffi-
culty I found the owner of it, and pre-
pared to explain to her that unfor-
tunately I couldn't dance the tango,
but that for profound conversation
about it I was undoubtedly the man.
Luckily she explained first.
" I 'm afraid I can't do this," she
apologised. " I 'm so sorry."
" Not at all," I said magnanimously.
" Wo '11 sit it out."
We found a comfortable seat.
" Do you tango? " she asked.
I was tired of saying " No."
" Yes," I said.
" Are you sure you wouldn't like to
find somebody else to do it with ? "
" Quite, thanks. The fact is 1 do it
rather diflerently from the way they 're
doing it here to-night. You see, I
actually learnt it in the Argentine."
She was very much interested to hear
this.
" Really ? Are you out there much ?
I 've got an uncle living there now. I
wonder if —
When I say I learnt it in the
Argentine,"" I explained, " I mean
that I was actually taught it in St.
John's Wood, but that my dancing
mistress came from —
"In St. John's Wood?" she said
eagerly. " But how funny ! My sister
is learning there. I wonder if —
She was a very difficult person to
talk to. Her relations seemed to spread
themselves all over the place.
" Perhaps that is hardly doing justice
to the situation," I explained again.
" It would be more accurate to put it
like this. When I decided — by the way,
does your family frequent Paris ? No ?
Good. Well, when I decided to learn
the tango, the fact that my friends
the Hopkinses of St. John's Wood, or
rather Maida' Vale, had already learnt
it in Paris' naturally led me to
I say, what about an ice? It 's getting
awfully hot in here."
" Oh, I don't think "
"I'll go and get them," I said
hastily; and I went and took a lon<r
" Have you learnt the tango yet ? "
asked Norah.
"Fourteen," I said aloud.
" Help ! Does that mean that I 'ra
the fourteenth person who has asked
you?"
" The night is yet young, Norah.
You are only the eighth. But I was
betting that you 'd ask me before I
counted twenty. You lost, and you
owe me a pair of ivory-hacked hair-
brushes and a cigar-cutter."
" Bother. Anyhow, I 'm not going
to be stopped talking about the tango
if I want to. Did you know I was
learning? I can do the scissors."
" Good. We '11 do the new Fleet
Street movement together, the scissors-
and-paste. You go into the ball-room*
and do the scissors, and I '11 — er — stick
here and do the paste."
" Can't you really do any of it at all,
and aren't you going to learn ? "
"I can't do any of it at all, Norah.
I am not going to learn, Norah."
" It isn't so very difficult, you know.
I 'd teach you myself for tuppence."
" Will you stop talking about it for!
threepence? " I asked, and 1 took out:
three coppers.
"No."
I sighed and put them back again.
time getting them, and, as it turned out
that she didn't want hers after all, a
longer time eating them. When I was
ready for conversation again the next
dance was beginning. With a bow I
relinquished her to another.
"Come along," said a bright voice
behind me ; " this is ours."
" Hallo, Norah, is that you ? Come
Ion."
We hurried in, danced in silence, and
then found ourselves a comfortable seat.
For a moment neither of us spoke .
It was the last dance of the evening.
My hostess, finding me lonely, had
dragged me up to somebody, and I and
whatever her name was were in the
I supper room drinking our farewell soup.
So far we had said nothing to each'
other. I waited anxiously for her to
begin. Suddenly she began.
" Have you thought about Christinas
presents yet? " she asked.
I nearly swooned. With difficulty I
remained in an upright position. She
was the first person who had not begun'
by asking me if I danced the tango !
" Excuse me," I said. " I 'ni afraid I
didn't — would you tell me your name
again? "
I felt that it ought to be celebrated
in some way. I had some notion of
writing a sonnet to her.
" Hopkins," she said ; " I knew you 'd
forgotten me."
" Of course I haven't," I said, sud-
denly remembering her. The sonnet
would never be written now. " We
had a dance together before."
" Yes," she said. " Let me see," she
added, "I did ask you if you danced
the tango, didn't I ? " A. A. M.
"As Richard looked at the girl her whole
throat and face rose in one soft wave."
London Builijft.
It would have drowned the affection of
any man but Eichard.
DECEMBER 10, 1913.] PUNCH, OR THE LONDON CHARIVARI.
487
THE TANGO IN THE BALL-ROOM.
AS LETTERS IN 1HE PAPERS FBOM AMATEUB SOCIAL HEFORMEUS WOCLD HAVE US IMAGINE IT.
AND AS WE HAVE ACTUALLY SEES IT.
488 PUNCH, OR THE LONDON CHARIVARI. [DECEMBER 10, 1913.
Vedette (on Irish manoeuvres). "WELL, THEX MAY 'AVE THEIB BLOOJIIH' 'OnK RULE, THEIB WHOLE BLESSED COUXTBY
IO DBY IT IN FOB ANYTHINK I CASES I "
'ABB1
THE ROUND-SHOT OF ENGLAND.
(On reading the news that December llth is the last day
for dispatching Christinas puddings to Bonmania
via Germany.] j.
BY south, by north, from Thames to Forth,
The fair projectile sails ; „"
What packing up of soundless bombs
For unforgotten Dicks and Toms
In far-off places of the earth", ••
From Leeds, from Exeter, from Perth
(And very possibly from- Forth,'* '
Glamorgan county, Wales) !
They bring no shame of shells that maim,
But only Christmas cheer ;
Charged with the fruitage of the grape,
With shrapnel spice they round the Cape,
But not the Horn (why not ? Aha 1
That new canal at Panama) ;
They burst into a blue-green flame
By many an unknown pier.
The white-winged gulls attend the hulls
That bear them to the west ;
The camels in the Libyan sand,
Who watch the old mirage expand
And feign belief with wondrous tact,
Trudge on with these all neatly packed
In suitable receptacles
And properly addressed.
They speed ; and if by texture stiff
Or too luxuriant plums
On eaters of so godlike fare
There falls'some. aftermath of care,
How short-lived that internal pain.
How fond the memories that remain.
Of home and England ! What a whiff
Of Piccadilly comes !
. . . !
But most of all I love to call
Sweet images to mind
Of aliens not of English blood
Who hear the Saxon pudding thud,
Who see, who crave, who taste, who smile
At this first glory of our isle,
Who bow the knee at last, and fall
With England's suet lined.
So, fat and sweet with all things meet,
I like to think there ride
Tremendous orbs of British duff,
Fulfilled with Orient fruits enough,
On Teuton rails from Teuton shores
To where Eoumania smelt the wars,
That smoked about the Balkans' feet
And vanquished Turkey's pride. EVOE.
"MEXICAN AFFAIRS
PRESIDENT WILL REJECT AMERICAN DIAMONDS."
Natal Advertiser.
Bribery, is of little use with your true Mexican.
PUNCH, OB THE LONDON CHARIVARI.— DECEMBEB 10, 1913.
AS MAN TO MAN.
LORD HALDAKE. " ONE HUNDRED AND TENTHLY AND LASTLY— Iff I MAY BE PER-
MITTED TO GET IN A WORD EDGEWAYS—
[Fancy picture of Lord HALDANE'S ideal of a conference : that " one on each side . . . should come _ together and talk with tha
unrestrained freedom with which men talk when they are talking to each other in private, as man to man. ]
DECKMBEK 10, 1913.]
PUNCH, OR THE LONDON CHARIVARI.
491
THE DRUDGE.
" GEOHGE, old mai)," said James,
drawing up his chair to my end of the
tahle, after Christine had gone out and
left us to our male pursuits, " 1 \\ant a
heart-to-heart talk with you, old man."
I handed him the decanter and pre-
served a non-committal silence. The
sudden prominence of the phrase "old
man" in his conversation led me to
expect the worst.
He pulled his chair even closer and
stretched out an affectionate hand
towards me. I placed a cigar in it,
thus avoiding what was obviously to
have been a, long silent grip. " You
and I have been the best of pals," ho
asserted.
" Pals ! " I said with scorn. " Nay,
chums."
But he was not to be deterred.
" When we were boys together, we
fought often, hut we loved each other
if boys ever did."
I gave him a very searching look.
"James," I demanded, " is this morbid
gush the preface of a jest or a money
application ; or is it drink, or " — and a
horrible suspicion came over me — •" is it
an engagement?"
He extended some more hands in my
direction. " She is the dearest girl on
earth," said he.
The deathless clasp was now inevit-
table. " No doubt," I said, clasping
with all appropriate enthusiasm. We
have known each other for a long time,
thought I to myself as we held on, but
are we all this to each other ?
" You must hear all about her," said
James.
" Must I ? " said I.
" Eeally ? " " Quite so," and " Well,
I never! " said I from time to time.
I found myself wondering if I was
like this when I was engaged to Chris-
tine . . . whose birthday, by -the -by,
was on the morrow . . . which re-
minded me that I had promised her a
new driver . . . which made me ask
myself, "Had I ordered my own?" . . .
which recalled to mo that I should
have to get my clubs from Wimbledon
in the morning and that I had pro-
mised Hartree to be at Richmond by
10.30 . . . This took some arranging
. . . I arranged it . . . The best way
would be to taxi to ... There was a
sudden burst of silence, and I awoke to
find James regarding mo with a cold,
hurt, indignant stare.
" You are not interested a little bit,"
said he.
" On the contrary," I protested, " I
congratulate you with all the sincerity
of which I am capable."
Unfortunate Pedestrian (ic/io lias been knocked down and is a little dazed). "WHERE AM I?
WHERE AM I?"
siny Hairier. " 'E«E Y'ABE, SIR — MAP o' Loxoox, ONE PENNY."
" Idle and meaningless words," said he.
" It is my passionate belief," I swore,
" that you have done the best possible
thing for yourself in getting engaged
to ... Help me out with the name."
James paid no attention to me.
" At any rate," I continued, " what-
ever her name, I stand here for
engagements in the abstract. Why ?
Because as often as 'not they lead to
marriages. And why do I advocate
marriage as an institution ? Because
it provides a man with a helpmate,
someone with whom to share his
joys and his sorrows and the joys and
the sorrows of his friends. My dear
fellow, I cannot tell you what your
news means to me," I added rising.
" But I know who can, and that 's
Christine."
Even so James was all for shaking
my dust on" his feet.
"Very well," I said; " but you must
say good-night to her before you go."
I pushed him into the drawing-roo"1
and withdrew before he had finished
telling Christine that he really must go.
Two hours later I came back to tell him
myself that he really must go. " But
first," I said, " you must have something
to moisten your parched throat.'
" Let us drink your Audrey's health,"
said Christine ; and James, who was
now all over himself again, insisted
upon drinking also the health of all his
many friends.
" How many ? " I asked. " About
fifty odd ? "
.lames put the number even higher.
" And one by one they '11 get en-
gaged? " I suggested.
James fervently hoped they would.
" And one by one they '11 insist upon
your hearing all about it ? "
James went on hoping.
I yawned comfortably. " Well, if
your Audrey likes the prospect," said 1 .
" it 's her affair, not mine."
492
PUNCH, OR THE LONDON ' CHARIVARI. [DECEMBER 10, 1913.
STUDIES OF REVIEWERS.
III. — THE NEW AHT CRITIC ov
THE TIMES.
AMONGST recent exhibitors at the
Neo-British Art League there are few
more arresting painters than Mine.
Strukla Brugh, yet even she has never
chosen a more radiantly intractable
theme than that of her "Pekinese
J'uppies" (92). Her method is flatly
antipodean to that of the Congestion ist
school represented by M. Pipposquillace
in that she doanthromorphizes her
scheme of pigmentation into nodules
of aplana'lic voluminosity.
It is perfectly obvious that by the
evaluation of the subliminal factors
and the substitution of rhomboidal for
conical elasmobranchs, each bounded
by its own laminated penumbra, a
sense of pragmatic
serenity should result
as contrasted with the
stark jocosity of the
Congestionists. But it
! is still more obvious
1 that if you press this
i hypothesis to its logical
j extreme and introduce
i the whole-tone scale
{ of colour into a poly-
' phonic pattern where
only conjunct chro-
matic progressions are
available, the conflict of
the equal and the un-
equal temperament
resolves itself into a tes- i
situra so rarefied that j
the conscientious critic
can pnly cope with the
resulting discord by
submerging himself
and his readers in the profundities of
a polysyllabic pomposity. To put it
in rather simpler language, the eye
of the observer must be buttressed by
the ability to supplement the conscious
recognition of the exact angle of the
implied rays of light with the definite
disengaging of what is typical of that
direction and to be maintained in a
summary, and what is accidental and
therefore to be deleted.
71 ill LfiiiUjd cn/ii \ji U£4V vi>ii«nnnj in
germane to so imperial a theme.
MARCELLUS THOM AND OTHERS.
Mr. Marcellus Thorn exhibits a large
fresco, " Sardine Fishers in the Adriatic "
(99), executed in creosoted truffle-stick,
which is a masterpiece of suppressed
yet dignified antinomianism. Wonder-
ful though the drawing and the inter-
filtration of co-ordinating paraboloids
are, it is the psychological content of
the picture rather than its direct
presentative significance which affects
the 'solar jilcxus of the enlightened
onlooker. The whole atmosphere is
summarised and condensed in a cir-
cumambient and oleaginous aura. We
see no sardines anywhere, but wo are
delicately subconscious of them trans-
lated to their tins, and consecrated to
simplification of the dynamic illusions i chromolithographs which dedecorate
the Christmas numbers of the earl
eighties. Yet in her other picture
"Girls Playing Rugby Football" (82)
there is a vigorous economy-of outline
a sort of jejune spirituality that recalls
the early work of Bomboudiac, or per
haps rather of Etienne Jaur£guiberry
Observe here the dramatic import o
the foreshortening of the left leg of the
three-quarters in the middle distance
The expression on the features of the
scrummagers is admirably summarised
but it is a pity that so much dynamic
intensity should be neutralized by the
somewhat perfunctory triangulation o;
the 'successive sections of the lineal
boundaries.
On a lower plane of achievement we
may notice the deftly suggested interior
of Mr. Snitram's " Coal Shoot " (21),
the ingenuous pigment
of Miss Olga Pupe's
"Hara-Kiri" (74), the
business-like ' planning
of washes in M. Marge-
let's " Crab-catchers in
the Humber" (42), the
delicious "Clothes Line
in a High Wind " (122),
by Mme. do Tilkins, and
the superb bravura of
Mr. Nigel Guggen-
heimer's portrait of
Mr. Adrian Stoop (14),
though we boggle a
little at the false ap-
poggiatura, so to speak,
introduced by the light-
ing of the left nostril.
It is a subject which
M. Bombinante would
have treated with a
— more poignant and
the gulosity of the sympathetic gas- j intimate particularity of sentiment
tronome. To do full justice to such a '
picture is unhappily beyond the re-
sources of the most sublime preciosity. I
Pat (selling a young horse). « MIND MOTY CABS, is IT? SUBE, YESTERDAY ONE
PASSED THE SIZE OP A HOUSE, AN' SHE CHASED IT TO CLONJUEL."
It demands the
tf>\vap'a of
Theopompus of Megalocrania, or even
the intima desipientia distilled in the
Atopiad of Vesanus Sanguinolentus.
THE ART OF Miss BOLSTER.
The successful employment of the
CLEMENT CLINGENPEEL.
(A Memoir.)
THE late Clement Clingenpeel was a
life-size piano-tuner. He would rather
have been anything else, but then all
the Clingenpeels right away back have
been life-size piano-tuners, and it is no
use grousing at destiny. There was
an old legendary couplet about the
Clingenpeels which I have forgotten,
though this is the sense of it : — .
\vi 4.u r • Duuuessuu empiovment ot tne
When, therefore as in the case of sophisticated apparatus of the Con-
btrulda Brugh s picture, we have gestionist in order to pervert or dis-
.ime a fluorescent reticulation of integrate the appearances of nature
itial sonorities, a situation is does not, of course, prove an adequate
developed winch m.ght well baffle any substitute for pure " JattenuzauS" to
fail in leonine suggestiveness thet in he S rt o M S8&e°B±t
fore -paws in prehensile subjectivity Of her ter '
Chow, chough, chuff, clipping Clingenpeel ;
Oranges and lemons - "
This is the bit I 've forgotten, but it
ea™
"° Clin8enPeel
a">' m°ne>' save
r
10, 1913.]
PUNCH,
oil
of his patrons, OIK; day in out) year
commenced to destroy dust, and 10
icople lost faith in it.
My Clement 1 call him my Clement
jocauso IK; owed mo all his prospective. '
income — although a loyal piano-tuner,
iiad tried his hand at several minor
pursuits. Ho failed at them all, which :
:loc=t seem to bear out in a way the j
truth of that, superstitious old couplet. I
All, I remember it now. It goes : —
"(•lio\v,r]mu^li,clmif, clipping Clingen peel;
Orangrs and k-in
Dash it! It's gone again. I know
perfectly well what the next word is.
It rhymes with one of those places
where QrKKN KLI/.AHETH stayed for
one nijdit only, and in shape it is like
a banana. But the actual word escapes
me. However, 1 will think of it
presently. (If you're gone, I'll send
it to you on a postcard.)
Well, Clement tried for one thing to ;
be a dramatist. He wrote a play about '
throe generations. This was how he :
mapped it out : —
Act I.— Pithecanthropus, 400,000 B.C.
Act II.' — Anthropus, 1913 A.D.
Act III.— Hyperanthropus, 400,000 A.D.
His idea was to get someone to do
Act I., someone to do Act II. and SHAW :
to do Act III., and give them a proper- j
tion of the royalties. It a.11 stopped at
the idea, however, and perhaps it was
as well.
Clement was in many ways unlucky.
In fact he used to say to me, "Sir, I
have an unlucky number." This was
fourteen. , There may be nothing in it,
but he died on the 21st (which, after
all, is f of 14), had seven children
(which, "after all, is i of 14), and was
exactly fourteen months in arrear with
the rent. Fourteen was his unlucky
break at billiards. He couldn't get
past it. He 'd either make fourteen or
twenty-eight (which, after all, is just
twice fourteen) or something a mere
trifle more or less. There may be
nothing in it, of course, but ho be-
lieved in it, poor chap, and he's gone
now. I remember his saying to me
when borrowing money, "Fourteen
pounds will be enough, Sir, but it's
unlucky. Make it fifteen." I never
refused. For the sake of one pound
why deny him his whim?
1 never knew such a happy family
man as Clement Clingenpeel. Some-
times he would even speak to his wife
at dinner, and her eyes would light up
with admiration and affection. When
he threw anything it was never the
bootjack. He would amuse the children
for hours by shaking the coppers out
of their money-boxes, and on their
birthdays he would measure their height
against the wall and give them his
I u;t\w A LOT BETTEB'N YOU DO
Pavement Artist (an duty). "I CAN'T BECKON IT UP,
AN' YET I DON'T GET 'ABF THK MOSEY."
Pavement Artist (off duty). "\"EB SUBJICKS is ALL WBONO. BITS o' SALMON is OUT o|
DATE. I DONE TBEMENJCS BISNISS IN THE SUMMER WITH 'OBBS AN1 Kl'FUd ISICKd, AN
NOW I 'M BUNSIN' BOMB. WELLS, GABY AND LABKIN, AN' THEY 'BK UOIN' GOOD."
blessing. Of literature he left little
behind. A few letters, terse and to the
point, may be found in the tiles of
Concord: the Organ of the Interna-
tional Association of Piano- tuners,
with his signature appended, but save
in one instance the subject is too tech-
nical to be of general interest. I quote j
the exception : — •
DEAR SIR, — This is the twenty-first
anniversary of my joining the I.A.P.T.
Wishing you anil all fellow I.A.P.T.s
the best,
Thanking you, yours,
C. CLINGENPEEL, I.A.P.T.
There is something of the man's fine
nature in that missive. It gladdens
me to think that his departed spirit
may be aware of the simple inscription
on the urn (containing his ashes) that
stands on my mantelpiece —
CLINGENPEEL, CLEMENT, I.A.P.T.
1860-1913.
Many misunderstood mortal)
Leave to the living their life.
Rather good, I think. Mysterious and
melancholy without being maudlin.
P.S. — The new piano-tuner's name
is Henry Zinnpank. That 's the sort
of luck I have.
"Now for the cars. . . . They would
naturally turn into Argyle Street at the top
of Oswald Street, and thus restore at the
corner of Argylo Street and Jamaica Stivrt
the very congestion which they had ti
at the corner of Jamaica Street and Aryylc
Street." — Glasgow News.
It seems'hardly worth it.
494
PUNCH, OR THE LONDON CHARIVARI. [DECEMBER 10, 1913.
MR. PUNCH'S OWN INDIAN POET.
IT is well known that Mr. Funcli desires to keep abreas
cf all such literary movements us may elevate humanity b
purifying the more obvious emotions and throwing a vei
of poetry over the expression of thought. It is plaii
that this object cannot ho properly attained without th(
-i.sion of at least one highly qualified Indian poet read}
at all times to break into verse (or, as some might say.'to
drop into poetry) on every subject that may conceivably be
(vented thvmit,'!] (lie medium of metro. Such an assistati
Mi: Punch has at last secured. It is not necessary thai
this gentleman's name should bo divulged. Mr. Punch's
word is a sullieient guarant:e both for the- poet's existence
and for his unimpeachable good faith in the discharga o:'
his p.ietieal duties. Moreover, it is not to bo supposec'
that Mi: Punch would be willing to pay the substantial
honorarium to which ho has commuted himself unless
he had previously satisfied himself that bis post was the
genuine article.
After much consideration Mr. Punch has decided not
to publish bis poet's effusions in the original. It is a
characteristic of true Indian poetry that it should be ai
effective in a prose translation as in its own language. It
is only necessary to add that Mr. Punch's corps of trans-
lators has all the best Eabindranath qualiiications, and
that the:r work may be depended upon to convey to English
readers all the simple mysticism and the plaintive out-
pourings which distinguish the votaries of the Indian muse.
In order to prove that be is not talking at random or
attempting to mislead his readers, Mr. Punch ventures to
append two specimens of his poet's work.
i.
A WOMAN IN THE MOONLIGHT.
The moon is shining as moons have sometimes shone
through hours that would otherwise have been devoid of
light. O pale moon, what art thou shining upon and
what becomes of thy beams when they have completed
their work of shining ? Does the quiet pool absorb them ?
Nay, the pool sends them back with renewed brilliance.
Does the buffalo in the pasture fill his mouth with them
and use them as a cud to be chewed placidly ? Not so,
for he has grass, which for the buffalo is better and more
palatable than moonbeams. Who then is this walking
with silver feet through the sleeping village?
^ It is a woman, and to her the moonlight is as a home.
She has knees and ankles and arms— think of it, O my
heart : knees and ankles and arms. Silver bangles are
on her wrists and her hair is dusky with the kisses of the
south wind.
She approaches and her eyes gaze into the night.
\\ hat does she see in the night ? Does she see my Fove
in the night while I myself am concealed behind the
) wall of my safe concealment, let me clin" to
thee while she passes.
O my fair one, thy veil is as an enchantment and the
turn of thy shoulder breathes mystery.
The moon has faded, and thou, too, hast vanished but
I will return and sing thy praises.
ii.
THE FLOWING or THE RIVER.
My beloved is poised upon the river-bank with a
ehcate poising. Waft your favours to her, ye breezes
and make her fair with all your gifts of beauty. If she
be not beautiful how shall she be sung? But she is
beautiful, with one foot dipped in the cool surface of the
water.
When the soul is young it sings like a bird in the top-
most branches of the tree. Sing, thou careless bird, and
my soul shall sing too. But my soul can do more than
King. My soul can fly, bearing a message. My soul can
fikim along the river and can kiss the moist toes of her
dipped foot.
Lo, she raises her foot, for she lias felt the kiss, though
it was light as the rustle of the tamarisk. Canst thou
kiss like that, O hard-beaked bird?
The foregoing specimens are, in Mi: Punch's opinion,
sufficient for his purpose. Not only will they ho appreciated,
ho feels sure, by all readers who have refused to close their
minds to the appeal of a poetry which is at once sensuous
and refined and passionate and restrained, and which, with-
out sacrificing sound to sense, tends to raise those who read
.t far above the harassing conventions of a life lived in
;heso islands ; they will also, he has no hesitation in say-
ing, bring conviction to the soul of tho most, hardened and
contemptuous cynic.
THE SHIP'S KITTEN.
.T was a barque that dropped down the river
For tho Indies or the Isthmus, and it rained a bit and blew;
She had a cargo of deals to deliver
And the Tower Bridge was lifted to let her go through ;
" Hoo-oo," said the syrens, " hoo-oo " and " hoo-oo,"
" The Ark she got her anchor up when early fell tho dew ";
But the little ship's kitten it staited to mew 1
When they got to tho Bay the cook's bell tinkled,
Though the big seas they tumbled and the big seas they
rolled,
Vnd through the rain squalls a lone beam twinkled,
Flashing and wheeling at night-time to behold.
" Ser-irosJi," said the great seas so black and so bold,
"The Ark made heavy weather we have always heard it
told";
And the little ship's kitten it let its tea get cold I
But when they got to the calm Equator,
The sun was setting crimson, very hot and heathenish,
ind the stars turned over, and the moon graw greater
Low on the yard-arm like a big gold dish ;
"Swish," sighed the little seas," ser-ivish" and "ser-wish,"
"The Lord He sent an olive-branch to them that did
languish " ;
And the little ship's kitten it caught a flying-fish.
Lnd when they got back from the Indies or tho Isthmus,
The Isthmus or the Indies, whichever they 'd been at,
'hey'd not seen the Thames since t'other side of Christinas,
And the Tower Bridge rose end-ways that lay down so
flat ;
" Hoo-oo," said the syrens, " how 's that ? " and " how 's
that?"
" We Ve sailed the Flood a twelve-month and we 're fain
for A -arat,"
And the little ship's kitten had grown to a cat !
'-More than 2,000 persons work in Somerset House, and not a soul
eeps on the premises." — Daily Express.
e suppose we must accept this tardy vindication of the
overnment clerk, but the popular legend as to how he
sends his time in Somerset House will not easily be
llowed to die.
DECKMBEB 10. 1913.] PUNCH, OR Til K l.n.\l»).V CHAIMVAIM. *'•>•>
Small Daughter of Fortune (as third trolley goes by). "I BEALLY THINK, MUMMY, IT MUST BE SOMEBODY'S BIBTHUAY."
THE WILL.
Mi1. Gannaway was an elderly mer-
chant who lived in one of the large
outlying towns in the South of London.
Let us call it Troydon. Every day he
went up to town by the 8.43 ; every
evening he returned by the 6.15. His
house was only a few yards from the
station.
Mr. Gannaway was an ordinary per-
son in mast ways, but he had a
peculiarity. He could not bear noise,
and day by day he noticed that the
Troydon railway men were becoming
noisier. The porters and inspectors
banged the doors with more abandon
than of old, the engine-drivers let out
steam with a more shattering roar and
whistled louder than they had ever
done, while the shunting at night had
become an outrage.
Mr. Gannaway did not want to leave
his hous3, nor was he sufficiently
superior to other people's laughter to
adopt ear-Haps, as HEBBKKT SPENCEK
used to do, on the platform and in the
tra'n. He therefore, like a wise man,
hit on a ruse . . .
" Do you happen to have seen to-
day's Troydon Gazette ! " he asked the
more talkative of the inspectors one
morning.
" No, Sir," he said. " I 've got it, but
I haven't had time.7'
"There's a curious thing in it that
ought to be interesting to some of you
here," said Mr. G'annaway, and passed
on.
The inspector took the earliest oppor-
tunity of searching the paper for the
item. He found it at last under the
heading
TROYDON RESIDENT'S STRANGE \\"ILL.
The article ran thus : —
" A legal correspondent, who states
that he is committing no breach of
etiquette in thus divulging information
acquired professionally, tells us that he
has just drawn up a very interesting
will for an infirm and elderly lady who
occupies rooms in a house on the out-
lying Eawson Estate. So much did
she once suffer from nerves due to
reckless noises made by various forms
of workmen— clumsy railway porters
who bang doors that could as easily be
shut quietly, careless engine - drivers
who overdo their whistling and make
their brakes scream, and so forth — to
which, indeed, she attributes her pool-
health in the past years, that she has
determined to devote some of her great
wealth to an attsmpt to abate this
nuisance.
" Believing that charity should begin
at home, she has set apart a consider-
able siim as the nucleus of a fund, the
interest on which is to be distributed
every Christmas by the station-roaster
among the raihvaymen of Troydon if,
in the opinion of six regular passengers
to be selected by him, the improvement
in the noise nuisance merits it. Other-
wise the money is to be applied to
other purposes which she names.
" Since making this will," the article
ended, " we regret to hear the lady was
taken worsa and now lies in a pre-
carious state, so that the provisions of it
may too soon be operative."
'•That's a bit of all right," said the
inspector, and passed the news about
for the rest of the day. The result was
that the station gradually became a
much more civilised place and Mr. ]
Gannaway has lost that worried look.
The lady is still alive. Ever}- effort
to find out who she is lias failed; but
the railway staff believe in her abso-
lutely, which is more than Mr. Gann-
away does.
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PUNCH, OR THE LONDON CHARIVARI. [DKCEMBEE 10, 1913.^
LUCK.
THOL- that hast baffled many an earnest thinker,
Strange Tower, whose wayward fancies none may
gill
Tliat ransl o'emile the great, or idly tinker
With trifling men in equal freakishness,
Thou that dost one hour ban, another bless,
More dour than thunder, brighter tlian the sun,
0 l.uek, O sovereign Luck, thee to address
lias long been my desire, mysterious one,
And now, 1 think, 1 see my way to gel it done.
I am not of the narrow heirs of Science
Who, with a high contempt that nothing awes,
Deny thee flatly, in serene defiance
Of aught that reigns beyond her formal laws ;
Wiu>, when they profit for no seeming cause,
Ascribe it to their own deserts and skill,
Yet, when some looked-for gift eludes their jaws.
Turning, they mourn their luck with right good will,
Xor bless thee for the good, but damn thee for the ill.
And there be some who, finding thee capricious
Beyond all hope, assume a cold neglect
Of thy dark forces which, if thou wert vicious,
Would rouse thee probably to some effect.
1 join them not ; nor yet that wider sect
Who, viewing thee in undisguised alarm,
Offer their worship with an awed respect,
With strict observance due and solemn charm
"Which, if it does no good, they hope will do no harm.
These in their little lives are ever flustered
By signs and portents sombre as the tomb ;
They find them in a magpie or the mustard ;
Upon their path a ladder casts a gloom
As of a cypress ; some there are for whom
The dawn of Friday has an evil eye,
And Thirteen is a number great with doom ;
There is uo rite too strange for these to ply,
And they might save their time for all they get thereby.
For I, that long have sought thee in thy doings,
Have noticed how the wildest votary came,
For all the pious ardour of his wooings,
Out in the end to pretty much the same
As he that paid no honour to thy name.
Here thou wouldst frown, and haply there wouldst smile,
And one would lose, or win, his little game,
Till J, that searched thee out, for quite a while
Had well-nigh giv'n thee up, thou wast so volatile.
Yet there is this wherein I judge thee surely.
For thou art female ; by these very traits
Female, and therefore one may swear securely
Ripe to be wooed, if one could only raise
The proper system. I for many days
Have pondered on this matter, and I ween
That thou art tired of too obsequious ways,
And seekest, even as seeks a weary queen,
Simply by way of change, a decent 'twist and 'tween.
Wherefore I step me forth to woo thy favour.
Withholding not thy fair and rightful due,
I do not with crude flatteries beslaver
Thy sick and female soul, as others do.
The rites that I enjoin are strict but few —
Enough to win thy notice, not to pall :
I turn my coppers when the moon is new ;
No peacock plumes affront my sober hall
With their malignant eyes : and that, I think, is all.
Thus, then, O Luck, to-day I lay before theo
An opportunity thou long hast lacked
To pour thy horn on one that does not bore thea
Or hold thee light, and is, in point of fact,
A worthy object for some graceful act.
I would not specify the royal boon,
But leave it to thy dormant sense of tact ;
Fame, Love, and Money make a good Triune ;
These would suffice at first ; and kindly send them soon.
DOM-DUM.
A FREE EXCHANGE OF VIEW.
I ouiiirr to say at the start that Eobinson and I are not
the leaders of our respective political parties, but we share
with them some of the foibles of our common humanity.
" Hadn't we better sit down and talk this matter over
together, and try to come to some agreement?" said
Kobinson, as ho got up and put on his overcoat.
" The sooner the better., the sooner the better," said I,
and left the room very hurriedly.
J saw him again next day, for our trams met on the
Embankment. I was pleased to notice that he had not
forgotten his conciliatory proposal, for just as we passed
each other ho leaned over the top and called out, " When
shall we meet?" — but unfortunately he was out of ear-
shot while I was still trying to find the place in my diary.
It was Saturday afternoon before I came across him
again. I was playing to the 13th hole, and as he was
bunkered at the 9th I cannot have been more than 50 yards
away. "What about that talk?" I shouted. I saw the
sand fly vigorously and his mouth move, but I am a
purist in these matters and do not consider an expletive
as good as an appointment.
Later in the evening he passed my house in a motor.
I was not there, but the lodgekeeper told me that he
had not exactly stopped, but "had slowed up like, and
thrown out his card." The card had " Better come and
see me " pencilled in one corner, and " Mind the dog "
in another.
So 1 got out my monoplane on Sunday and flew across
his grounds. I lipped the lip four times in succession,
and at the conclusion of a long fanciful flight, in which 1
put myself and the whole situation repeatedly upside down,
I dropped an explosive on his dog-kennel from a distance
of 1,000 feet. 1 did not alight, for Eobinson was not
visible, and he would, of course, quickly understand that
I had as good as called.
That is how the position stands at the moment; but
it is something to know that we are alike in our desire to
meet, and when we do I am sure we shall arrange some-
thing, for we are sensible men.
There is to be a dinner in Southport to some of the local
boatmen and fishermen. Says The Southport Visiter : —
"The dinner will be succeeded by a social. The Mayor hopes lo
attend some portion of the proceedings. At the close of the gathering,
Mr. Jno. Barrington has generously volunteered to convey the men
to their homes."
We hope that in many cases his services will not be wanted.
Remorse.
" Confused by the noise of traffic a cow that probably was experi-
encing its first taste of city life, got mixed up with vehicles at Wood-
ward and Milwaukee avenues yesterday and was struck by a street
car. It was so badly injured that Patrolman Stegmillet ended his
life with a bullet."— Detroit News.
Patrolman STEGMILLEB'B friends should have assured him
that it wasn't his fault, and exhorted him to bear up.
DBCBHBBB 10, 1913.] PUNCH, OR TIIK LONDON CHARIVARI.
407
-' . .
, (/<> enthusiastic motorist ichoin he has mounted). '• HULLO ! WHAT "a WRONG ? "
l-'ritiul. "COULDN'T THROTTLE HEB DOWN; STEERING GEAR WOULDN'T WORK; MISSED ONE OP THE PEDALS, AND THEN I FELL OCT!"
OUR BOOKING-OFFICE.
(By Mr. Punch's Staff of Learned Clerks.)
STARTING in to read Wlwi William Came (LANE) I sup-
posed, from the title, that I was about to learn of the birth
of a baby-boy, and to study the immediate effect of this
domestic apparition upon a small family circle. I forgot
in my haste that there is only one William, and he a'very
much alive Kaiser, so that I was more than a little aston-
ished \v hen I realized the identity of the comer and the
national significance of his coming. Whatever views the
reader may hold about the possible advent of the Germans
lie would bo well advised to study a most graphic though
humiliating picture of what life in these islands would belike
if they did come to stay. He may remember, as I do, having
icad other essays on this theme ; but usually the novelist
has, out of the kindness of his heart, imported so much
exaggeration and improbability as to leave one comfortable
in the thought that the tale is only told for one's diversion,
and that nobody for a moment believes that the thing
can ever really happen. "SAKi," that is Mr. H. H. MUNRO,
does not so temper the wind to the shorn lamb. Ruthlessly,
almost I might say callously, he develops to its logical
conclusion and with the most probable circumstances au
alleged (and I for my part say accurately alleged) tendency
in Englishmen of all classes to-day to selfish indifference;
showing how our downfall as a ruling nation, should it
occur, would be more justly ascribed to this national
vice than to the political and industrial agitator, whom
he regards as an effect and not a cause of our present
(and I hope momentary) decline. Mr. MUXRO is, in my
opinion, to be heartily congratulated as a novelist for
making a very good tale of it ; he is even more warmly to
be praised as an Englishman for his individual effort to
stop the rot by impressing upon us the proper and probable
destiny of any nation that cannot face the expense and
fatigue of arming for war — namely, degradation to the rank
of a province peaceful but over-taxed, non-militant but
menial.
To Mr. JAMES STEPHEN'S anything is possible and nothing
is fore-ordained. In his new book, Here are Ladies (M.vc-
1 MILLAN), he plays with the absurdly settled convictions of
| men and women, showing them to be worth nothing at all ;
he is away before you can catch him, and is back again at
one's elbow with some new story about Paradise or Hades,
or some fresh humour at the expense of his fellow-mortals.
Although I consider " The Halfpenny Bit " one of the bc^t
stories that he lias ever written I do not think that, on the
whole, Here are Ladies is so satisfying as The Crock of Uold
or The Charwoman' & Daughter. The old man who holds
the stage for the last portion of these pages I found frankly
tiresome, and I dislike his implication that anything that he
may happen to say is good enough for me, or, at any rate,
for Mr. STEPHENS. One tiling, however, is certain. We
have not had for a very long tiuio a poet who is so acutely
aware both of the glories of heaven and the ugly oddities of
the side-streets in Dublin as the author of Here are Ladies.
Policemen and landladies, middle-aged women and very
foolish young men are as clear and as interesting to him as
leprechauns and the angel Gabriel. And many people, after
reading this book, will question apprehensively the solidity
of their furniture and the shape and colour of their own
familiar street.
4'JS
PUNCH, Oil TIIK LONDON t'HAIM VA11I.
[DECEMBEB 10, 1913.
In clays when wo hear almost loo much both in fact anil : I trust that she will deign to become a woodwoman, for !
fiction about tlio dreamy idealism of dwellers in tin- sister really cannot bear to think of Joe in a tail-coat and spats,
isle it is refreshing, if rather surprising, to come across the
old Irishman whom TIIACKKKAV with his crude Victorian
Ho\v often one has heard it said, " What a pity doctors
pen held up to Saxon scorn. Fearlessly anachronistic, Mr. can't toll all the stories that they must know!" Well, aftei
TOM GALLON lias not only made the principal figure in reading The Indiscretions of Dr. Carstairs (HEINEMANN)
Young Ere and ()!tl Ailiim ( 1 ,0x0) a handsome soft-spoken ' all \ have to reply to this is, " Thank goodness they can't!'
and utterly good-for-nothing Irish ollicer, but, planting him It is not so much that I object to the indiscretion of the
in the present year of grace, lias even daro;l to name him fourteen tales that make up this volume; it is their medica
Barry Roggttt. Almost the least of this adventurer's sins ' atmosphere that puts mo otT. The author, who elects to be
('perhaps, on the whole, it may he called his redeeming known as " A. DE O.," can certainly claim to have broughi
virtue) was his early desertion of his wife. After her death i the scent of the drug store and the operating theatre into
and that of an aunt, who subsequently had charge of their j the pages of bis book more pungently than in any other ]
daughter Molly, the girl comes to live with her dear papa j know. The result therefore can hardly fail to be a little
and overlook, if not actively abet, his life of card-sharping depressing. I was the more sad that Dr. Carstairs shoulc
and spoof. She draws the line when he attempts to sell ' have left these unpleasant and not specially remarkable
her to one of the pigeons he
is plucking, but when after-
wards in a lit of passion he
murders the unfortunate
young man she relents suffi-
ciently to back in open court
his plea of the unwritten law.
So there is plenty of excite-
ment, you see, in Mr. TOM
GALLON'S book, and as it is
racy and goes with a rare
good swing it keeps the
reader in a state of excite-
ment that renders probability
a matter of no great concern.
Only at the title I cavil a
little. Whatever may be
said about Molly's name, "it
surely is an insult to our first
father to compare him with
Captain Ba rry liar/get t , w h ose
part in the drama of Eden
is that of the parent of lies,
and, in his gushing enthu-
siastic Irish way, he over-
plays it a lot.
When I begin a new volume
of detective stories, I am still
hopeful that the author will
leaven the lump by giving one
tale in which the hero will be
A CHAMPION BY-LAW BREAKER.
SlCDV OF A MAX WHO DISKEGABDS ALL THBEE RULES AT ONCE.
anecdotes to his literary
executor, because the sketch
of the doctor himself, as
given in the opening chapter
(by a long way the best in
the book), is such as to pre-
pare me for worthier things.
So it was disappointing to
find him indulging in the
kind of plots suitable to our
less expensive magazines,
about disguised princessei
and the like. Of a different
type is one of the stones,
ca'led cheerfully " Death in a
Chokea Lodging." There is
pathos and considerable un-
forced power in the telling
of this. But by so much the
more do I protest against it
as a record of disease and
pain. In real life the effect
of such an experience might
well be cleansing and good ;
but in iiction . After per-
using the symptoms of Alec
MajoribanJcs I declare I was
tempted to turn for relief to
those columns of the popular
press that are devoted to the
advertisements of proprietary
remedies. The same details
f_,vi j i u fa -i --- -, , - remedies. J.ne same details
Isqnardybaffled.and hat the character whom I am j are there, but there is the pleasing difference that the
K™ t£ref "IS3 a" ^ W'H "o0t be a s"Per-ass- And now characters always recover. I hope the next indiscretions
PnSr nlJf l(m,TEB AfXD S^«HTON), Mr. HESKETH that "A. DE O." may be tempted to communicate will
: hk hn/r T i 1 T °nmy ^Tf by ^ quite kind '
butt. Indeed, Mr. Quantch has been given both
brains and money, and ha? even been allowed to tell the
stones. Butts, I fancy, are looking up in this class of
liter " Novembe r Joe," the publishers tell mp "i«Hin
mS
°CCUl' ia SOme more
atmosphere.
s
his exploits is not the crowded haunts of civiliza-
;ion, but the vast forests of Canada." The latter statement
may be accepted as correct, but the former betrays a note
f pardonable prejudice, for, although the tales of this
elective of the woods gain freshness from their settin"
they are in essence not extraordinarily original. Where
•Ir. PRICHABD has really scored a big point is in making
icker a most magnetic personality, so magnetic in
tct that my mischievous desire to see him beaten gradually
vanished. In the last story a charming heiress falls in love
" Stone walls do not a prison make,
Nor iron bars a cage,
claret :
me cf his
doubtful Cape
Minds innocent and quiet take
That for : ;. ;snn, h ;gyji v3slmspn-c."
Johannesburg Illustrated
It must have been yen- doubtful claret.
"Messrs. and Son, who have a business as coal factors,
lightermen, etc., in which nearly £3,000,000 is employed, have
decided— the approval of the shareholders being given on Thursday— i
to start a scheme giving the employers an interest in the welfare cf
the Company." — Tiirkenhead News.
s
to happen of the employees!
interest
DI'CKMBEB 17, 1913.] PUNCH, OR THE LONDON CHARIVARI.
4G9
CHARIVARIA.
The Nalion — the paper, not, tlio other
— is glad to hear that Micro is to
bo a gnat Anti-Armamenta deinonsU-a-
tion ill London during Mir cully winter.
Nothing, however, is said ;is to MX
puign of tlio Society for Mm Al>olition
of the 1'olico. Wo regret this, for tlio
two movements should work together.
* *
:'-.
The result of last week's Great I'ighl
is now said to have been duo
to French politeness. " Why
stund ? " said CAIU'HNTIEII to
W KI.I.S. " Pray he seated."
Mr. REDMOND has vetoed
the proposal to present him
with a national tribute. We
cannot help thinking that the
Irish leader carries his
modesty too far. He has, for
instance, in spite of his
enormous influence, refused
to put himself forward and
try to end the Dublin strike.
* *
*
Tho Surrey Theatre has
produced a Cockney rci'tic.
It is called / should say so.
We welcome this step in the
direction of greater purity of
pronunciation. Most Cock-
neys say " sow."
" Mother," asked the post-
man's child, " if there is a
postman's strike, will Christ-
mas have to be postponed? "
•I* •'>'•
Thoughtful persons are at
a loss to account for the
apparent popularity of the
Tango. We fancy, however,
that we can understand the
inner meaning of the Tango
supper at certain restaurants.
The dance takes your atten-
tion off the food.
that a committee of the Imperial Motor wider,-, 's accepting a dinner engagement
port Council is investigating the lone month after tin- loss cf her hus-
possibilitios of alcohol as a fuel for hand. At the samr timo it, is only fail-
motors. What will happen when their! to her to stale that. ^Im l:r-.t a .cerl allied
throttles arc open wo do not caro to from her h- ! it would he a. very
contemplate. dull afl'air.
A Bill for tlio compulsory taking of
babies' finger-prints within three days
"MUs Miuion Kdwurds wore a cos-
tume mado of furniture in the new
after birth is to bo laid before the recur, at the (iriind Theatre, Claphujja
Washington Legislature by the Chief Junction." Tin • fancy, nothing
of the Bureau of Identification of the . new in this idea. Wo have frequently
met ladies who had •
appearance of having boon
upholstered.
Instructor. "KEEP voun EYES MOHE OPES FKB 'LEFTS'
PIIACTJSE FEISITX' A BIT MOBE."
The scathing remark
which we made last week in this
column on the subject of LEONARDO'S
" Monna Lisa" seems to have borne
rapid fruit. We understand that the
prodigal will shortly return from her
deplorable escapade and bo restored to
home and honest society.
* !|C
A journalist lias been bemoaning, in
the pages of a contemporary, the fact
that our poets have ceased to wear long
hair. Our modern bards certainly seem
shy of identification. In many cases
one would not even guess from their
writings that they were poets.
* *
4
Nervous pedestrians hear with alarm
* *
Largo waists high up under
tlio armpits are a feature of
the newest Paris fashions,
and an amalgamation of tho
waist and the neck is thought
to bo impending in the near
future.
Spokane Police Department. It has
been discovered that all tho most
notorious criminals started life as
babies. * *
*'!
Moreover, many infants, it may not
be generally known, become desperate
characters at a very early age. More
than once recently we have come across
in our newspaper the headline
"ABANDONED BABY."
* § *
Mourning, we are told, is no longer
fashionable, and even three months'
abstention from " going out " after a
bereavement is considered excessive.
Indeed, we know an instance of a
A TRYST IN A TEA-CUP.
[" China Dcpt. — Tho Old Kng-
lUh Violet Pattern . . . breathing
as it docs of \voodsandcopse*, has
a singularly chaste and nrti.sl.io
effect and appeals strongly to all
British residents over tho sen."
Christmas Calaloyne.]
ONCE they were just a china
set
Adorned with modest
purple flowers,
Tho neatest that my clerk
could get
. To meet the need of office
hours ;
But now (see catalogue) I find.
Though they have dwelt
with mo a year,
Such is the smallness of my
mind
That I have missed their
message clear.
They should have breathed.
no, not of tea,
But of a little fragrant
wood
Where Maud picked violets with me
When we were young and life was
good.
Is this a tea -cup? No, my soul,
This is a copse that once I knew.
Is this a plate and this a bowl ?
Nay, these are posies wet with dew.
Ah, Maud! you choose in foreign climes
Far from my humble sphere to roam,
Nor, though I mail impassioned rhymes.
Will you return to share my home.
But Christmas comes ; I '11 try my fate
Once more, and send you ovar-sea
My heart, marked " Fragile," in a crate
Of this wild woodsy crockery.
500
PUNCH,
OR
THE LONDON CHAlllVAKT.
[DECEMBER 17, 1913.
A VISION OF IRELAND'S
ARMAGEDDON.
THE armies mot just outside Dublin.
Tho Orange- Army drew itself up on
one side — the Green Army on the
other, whilst the O'Brionite Army split
itself into two sections so as to lie able
to take eilli.T army in Hank. Aureal
" To give my fellow-Irishmen to the
sword is a painful thing."
"I hate to encrimson the green sods
of old Ireland."
" But the reporters are all waiting."
"They are. REDMOND, promise me
one thing. You will vow not to spare
the Press in the coming conflict ?"
"No mercy. GABVIN has seen his
cinematog
the top f
helmet as
ditch to s
going on.
Armagc
AN AVEN
\Viin rn
i operators, and slicing
from Mr. ARNOLD WHITE'S
ho protruded it from the last
see how the bloodshed was
of the Political Purity Army. General
HKI.I.IH: turned to it and said,
•• GiLiiKRT and CECIL, there has been
no such day sineo I led the guns at
Gravi-lotte."
In the forefront of the Orange Army
rodo Colonel I!O\VI.\ND HrNT in a
moior car with scythe-blades fixed to
its wheels. Beside him stood the in-
spiring figure of the Duke of NORFOLK,
hearing a huge Orange banner, which
he waved defiantly at Colonel the Eev.
SILVESTER HORXK of the Green Army,
who was brandishing a Hag with a
portrait of CROMWELL and the legend,
" Keep the Priest out of the Schools."
Colonel GARVIN headed four Orange
columns and ever and anon looked
dubiously at his command. " Three
columns more," he murmured, " and we
should be over the page." General " TAY
PAY " wrote his last sketch on the top
of a niaxim. " If I should fall," he
whispered to General DEVLIN, " write
me as one who soaped his 'fellow-men."
Marshal OAHSON viewed the opposing
legions with 6alm, even when ho tore
open a telegram and read, ".Will try to
be in time for battle, but must get
lawn tennis match with Duke of
MARLBOROUOH over first. — F. E. HMITH,
General." Marshal CARSON sparred
his horse forward, and NAPOLEON RED-
MOND rode forth to meet him. :
" Blood ! " said Marshal CARSON.
" Gore! " replied the Irish Napoleon.
" No compromise !" cried the Marshal.
" Victory or death ! " came the stern
reply.
" How few of these will see another
day," said the Marshal sadly.
"Alas, that it cannot bo settled by
single combat," returned NAPOLEON
REDMOND. "Why should Irish blood
be shed ? Cannot ' TAY PAY ' and
GABVIN, both practically Saxons, tight
it out together? "
" We are here to shed blood, not ink,"
said the Marshal.
NAPOLEON REDMOND drew himself up.
" Then we must march over your dead
bodies to Belfast."
" Nay, we shall march through a sea
of blood to Cork."
" I am about to give orders to begin,"
said NAPOLEON.
" In another moment I shall draw my
sword and throw away the scabbard,"
came the reply.
" I will cut
my own hand.
down ' TAY PAY' with
But what is this'? "
AN AVENGER OF OCR BOMB4FDIL3.
forget that black Tuesday
when, the appetite of England was
missing from the breakfast tables of
Another motor-car darted into the our fair land, when every head in Fleet
Street was bowed in shame, and mem-
bers of the Stock Exchange went
arena.
" 'Tis the infamous BIRHELL," gasped
the Marshal.
"Gentlemen, gentlemen," wailed tin;
IRISH SECRETARY, " one word, I beseech
you."
" No compromise!" cried the loaders
simultaneously.
" Listen, listen. Tho L.irkinite Army
is besieging Guinncss's Brewery."
"God save Ireland!" gasped both
ths great captains.
"CAKSON," cried NAPOLEON REDMOND,
falling on his neck, — " CARSON, we must
save the country together. Throe
cheers for KING WILLIAM and CROM-
WELL. Corns, let us address our armies.
Where arc the megaphones? You speak
to my army and I will speak to yours."
" Baloved Protestant brethren," cried
NAPOLEON 'REDMOND, waving a Union
Jack, " in time of peril all Irishmen are
one. Guinness's Brewery is in danger.
Advance with your fellow-countryman
and save it from the thirsty foe. Come,
my brave prentice lads of Derry, and
follow my flag to victory."
"'Fellow Irishmen," shouted the
Marshal, " in the name of the glorious
Fenians, the loyal Clan-na-gael, and
the noble army of Ancient Hibernians,
follow the green flag I wave. Guinness's
Brewery is in danger. Shall there be
nothing left to drink in Ireland but
Boyne water? "
An enthusiastic murmur ran through
both armies.
"A brewery in danger," roared
Marshal BELLOC. " Let my army lead
the way."
"In the name of temperance, halt!"
cried Colonel the Rev. SILVESTER
HOHNE.
"Charge, the Heavy Brigade!" roared
Marshal BECLOC, and the only objector
was crushed to the earth. Away
rushed the armies, fraternising together,
interchanging flags, all alike eager to
get to Dublin before the besieged fort-
ress fell, or at least immediately after.
Colonel ROWLAND HUNT was the
solitary warrior left on the open iield.
"What would BOADICEA do under
these circumstances ?" cried the Colonel.
He answered his own question
cutting a swathe down the line
of
about their business' weeping silently?
Frenchmen may now be able to forget
Waterloo; but it will ho many a day
before Englishmen can efface from the
tablets of their memory the awful name
of CAIU'EXTIER.
Having larded the victor and dealt
suitably with ths vanquished, it was the
duty of the halfpsnny papers to look
about for another Englishman who
would enter the ring with tho French
boxer and readjust the balance of power.
They looked in vain towards the uni-
versities ; they searched the army with
disappointment; even among the ranks
of our gallant sporting journalists, who
so bravely said what they thought of
Bombardier WELLS after the fight was
over, not one "was found worthy to
restore the glory of England. Again
they bowed their heads in shame ; and
if anybody had come along with a
" i-oundj-robin " to tho KAISER, begging
him to(step across and take over an
effete nation, the little ink that was
left in their pens might have been at
his service.
pur part, we are not without
In our braver moments we
For
hope.
raise oiir heads again and take courage.
There is one sphere in which inquiry
for a suitable opponent to CARPENTIER
has not been made, and that is the
Church. A full day before the calamity
which has darkened the life of the
nation for the past eight days, a gallant
son of the Church, none other than the
Bishop of LONDON, was issuing a sort of
challenge to any of his audience of his
own age to play with him. CARPENTIER
has shown that boxing is play, not
merely stripling's play, but child's
play. What advantage the French lad
may possess in years is counterbalanced
by the Bishop's wide experience and
depth of learning. We suggest to
Lord LONSDALE that he could do many
a less interesting thing than persuade
our athletic Bishop to go into training
for the sake of the dear old country ;
and to the Bishop we would point out
the unique opportunity this would
afford for influencing for good a largo
section of non-churchgoers.
PUNCH, OB THE LONDON CHARIVARI.— DE.-KMBKR 17, 1<)1 3.
THE LAND "CAMPAIGN.
"
SCOUTMASTER ASQUITH (to Scout GsoiiaE of the "Pheasant" Patrol). "WHAT HAVE YOU TO EEPORT?"
SCOUT GEOKGE. " THE ENEMY IS ON OUR SIDE, SIR."
SCOUTMASTER ASQUITH. "THEN LET THE BATTLE BEGIN!"
[" Whatever can be done to improve the lot of the agriculturist will have the Opposition's cordial support."— Pall Hall Gazette.]
DUCEMHEK 17, 1913.]
PUNCH, OR THE LONDON CHARIVARI.
503
Perstiasire MereJumt.
OKE-AS'-FRIPPENCB 1 "
OVERHEARD AT THE CALEDONIAN MARKET.
ONE-AN'-FBUTEXCE THE LCI! Now THES. COME A.LOSO, SOME OF YEU! 'Anp A BLOOMIS' 'OMB TO*
GOOD WEEDS FOR ILL.
(Bciti'j a letter uvitten to a friend accompanied by a
seasonable gift.)
William, because, whene'er I come to stay,
•With no apologies, with no regrets
You hand me certain tubes of poisoned hay
That you call cigarettes ;
Also because, whene'er I have mislaid
My tris-ambrosial pouch, you give to me
Something you call a " mixture " which is made
Of fruit of the Dead Sea,
List to my words. Beyond the ocean rim,
Beyond the Atlantic sunset's flaming bars,
There lie the happy lands that poets hymn —
Chief industry, cigars.
Virginia also lies beyond the seas,
Bearing a herb that comforts mortal moan
When smoked in pipes, but by the gods' decrees
When smoked in pipes alone.
The East is not the West ; strange ways are hers ;
Brooding in mystery and ancient awe,
She binds up little paper cylinders
Not wholly stuffed with straw.
With frankincense she fills her fragrant whiffs,
But when it comes to 'baccy, bless my soul,
Where did you buy that bane for hippogrifl's
That dams your cross-grained bowl ?
Confusion on the Syrian town that lends
Its name to Latakia's baleful chunks !
Out on a boyhood's pal whose fume offends
Like the lone- wandering skunk's !
For sins like these some men would cast you off,
But Christmas, William, Christmas comes again ;
Charity tills my heart, and, though I cough,
'Your friend I still remain.
Please find enclosed a box of cigarettes
Of the right breed, by Orient maidens rolled,
Also some frondage from the shore where seta
Fhccbus in flakes of gold.
Not that I hope to wean you from your sins ;
You will go on, I know you, all your life,
Culling their offal from the various bins
With which your rooms are rife ;
But, when I come to call on you next year
Amidst the envenomed vapours where you choke,
You shall have something decent, William dear,
To give your guest to smoke.
"Eighty-nine years ago, almcsttoa day— on Monday, December 10,
1621 — William Hazlitt walked down Chancery-lane to inquire at tho
Hola in the Wall publichouse where tho fight next day, between BUI
Neato and the Gasman, was to bo."
This is from a leading article in The Times of Dec. 9, 1913,
and you should ask your little boy to subtract 1821 from
1913 and tell you what he makes it.
504
PUNCH, OR THE LONDON CHARIVARI. [DECEITOEK 17, 1913.
A TRAVELLER'S TALE.
" PERFECTION," said Fo\vke3 senten-
tiously, " is always a divine accident."
" Pardon me, Sir, but you arc wrong,"
interrupted the tubby, red-faced little
man silt ng opposite. " Perfection can
be attained by long and painstaking
effort. I speak from personal experi-
ence."
"You misapprehend me," said 1'owkes,
after a leisurely stare at the speaker.
" 1 was alluding to works of art." '" M"f
to sausages, for instance," ho
under his breath.)
Precisely," replied the other.
("Not
added
-Pre-
j > ^
cisely. I take it you would regard a
perfect short story as a. work of art.
Quite so. Well, I claim to have written
a perfect short story."
" The perfect short
story," I put in, " is
asserted by critics not
to exist."
" Critics are all veiy
well in their proper
place," he retorted.
" Their proper place is
in a sack at the bottom
of the sea. With your
permission, gentlemen,
I will endeavour to
shorten the tedium of
the journey by relating
to you how 1 came to
produce this story."
Taking our em-
barrassed silence for
consent, he went on.
" I am a modest
man," he said, " and I
don't flatter myself that
the tale was more than
" Well, my story, it appeared, lacked "I won't weary you, gentlemen, by
'dramatic interest.' 'Alexander Hoi- continuing in this depressing strain
born,' 1 said to myself, 'this is a great As I may have hintc-l,
am a
, , -, roii]
day. Heighten the dramatic interest! and pertinacious man and noi oasih
of your story and it will be accepted. > driven to despair. Painfully and con
That is the one, the obvious, tho only ! scionliously 1 overhauled my story tim
•i i i ___ • ___ » I _ r t . i • *. . . •
possible conclusion.'
Alas, gentlemen, it wag not so
after time as it camo back to me, unli
at last the day arrived when th
simple as that I I strengthened the I damning cross was placed opposite tb<
plot of my story and submitted it again | only fault up to then left unmarked
with perfect confidence. Three weeks I The list was complete. My Ion" tasl
later it was
an intimation
diffuse.'
returned to me with
that it was now 'too
was practically done.
---- SWAXKIN' ALONG, PEETEXDIN' 'E'S GOT A FARE
ordinarily good when I L
lirst wrote it. It was just an average ' strengthened plot:
magazine story, which I sent to an '
average magazine. It came
" Very carefully 1 remedied the allege
defect, and returned the story for tho
Happily I am a strong man and not last time. Every possible fault hat
easily discouraged. Acknowledging the now been corrected,
justice of the criticism, I rigorously " And that, gentlemen, is how ]
condensed my manuscript. Eventually achieved the Perfect Short Story. J
I succeeded in reducing it by nearly1 am not a boastful man, but I defy yot
«• half, while still retaining all the or anyone else, knowing all the circum-
stances, to describe il
otherwise. But, I tell
you, tho prolonged
strain was fearful.
Strong and resolute as
I am, as soon as 1 had
posted the manuscript
1 went to bed for a
week."
* * *
" What did they pay
you for it?" I asked,
after a pause.
"Nothing," ho replied
shortly.
" Nothing ! " I cried.
" Surely ho didn't reject
it again ? "
" He did," answered
tho other grimly.
" When it came back I
tell you I could scarcely
Motor-'bus Driver. " LOOK AT 'in, SITTING THE OLD CONDUCTOR ON TOP AND
believe my eyes,
there it was.
back,
as
most of them do, accompanied by the
usual printed slip— ' The Editor pre-
sents his compliments and regrets that
he is unable to make use of the enclosed
contribution.' I have had hundreds of
them in my life; iu fact I save expense
by writing my copy on the back of
them.
"1 promptly sent it to a second
magazine, and again it was returned.
But now, instead of this stereotyped
formula of rejection, there was included
a novelty (to me) in the shape of a slip
on which was printed quite a compre-
hensive list of literary faults. A brief
note stated that a cross was placed
opposite the particular fault which had
decided the Editor to reject the manu-
script. A kindly, thoughtful editor
that, gentlemen, anxious to help a dog
over a lame style, if you will excuse my
little witticism. Ha, ha! Pardon me
Still,
But,
Alexander Hoi-
born,' I said, ' this story is now a gem
of purest ray serene, a pearl of price.
Be pleased with yourself. Exult.'
"Again, gentlemen, incredible as it
may seem, it was declined. This time
it was condemned for the unexpected
reason that it ' contained too strong a
religious element.' J suppose the Editor
must have overlooked this flaw on the
previous occasions, or possibly he was
too kind-hearted, too conscious of the
sensitive temperament of most literary
men, to announce more than one fault
at a time.
" I am a determined man, gentlemen,
and my blood was fairly up. I ruth-
lessly cut out all the religion and sent
the tale back. It' was rejected on the
ground, if you please, that it was ' not
bright enough.' I brightened it up,
and it was refused because it was ' too
frivolous.' I took out 33J per cent, of a _,_
s frivolity , and then I was informed A very deep thought. We must try
after all, my disappointment was in-
significant compared with the great
passion of curiosity which took
possession of me as I fished out the
printed slip."
" What did it say ? " Fowkes and I
demanded simultaneously.
"It said, 'The Editor presents his
compliments and regrets that he is
unable to make use of the enclosed con-
tribution.' "
"The six magistrates retired, and on re-
turning to Court the Chairman said :— ' Hell,
the matter stands in this way.' "
Japan Chronicle.
We like his directness.
" Missionary TJiought for the month :—
O'er weather lands afar
Thick Darkness troddeth yet."
The Brighton Parish Magazine.
that it lacked ' human interest.
j and think it out.
DECEMBER 17, 1913.] PUNCH, OR THE LONDON CHARIVARI. 505
PRIZE
MR. JOHN JINKS, •
AS GEORGE WASHINGTON'S FATHEB.
WINNERS
OUR FANCY
MASTEB JOHN JINKS,
AS GEOUHE WASHINGTON.
DRESS BALL.
MASTEB TOMMY JINKS,
AS THE THEE.
THE TEIALS OF GREATNESS.
M. ANATOLE FRANCE AT THE
PALL MALL THEATRE.
-I HAD tho pleasure of being present
last Thursday night at the compli-
mentary reception given to M. ANA-
TOLE FRANCE, the famous French
litterateur, by Sir Saebohm Forest in
the dome of the Pall Mall Theatre.
Many well-known figures in the London
literary world found their way into the
reception room, including Miss Carrie
Morelli, Mrs. Annie Duck, Sir Clement
and Lady Longeri'th'arm, Mr. \Viny-
inann, the famous publisher, Sir Knight
Prescott, the Eev. Claudius Clear, Dr.
Marcus Corker, the Eev. Sir Silvester
Ivory, Professor Jesse Blogg, and Sir
Nicholson Eoberts, whose keen intel-
lectual face would attract attention
anywhere.
It was disappointing not to see the
ever genial countenance of Mr. EDMUND
GOSSE, so usual a feature at all gather-
ings of this kind, but he was, I was
told, saving himself for the greater
dinner to M. FRANCE, who has always
been one of his proteges, at the
Alsace Hotel. As some compensation,
however, that undaunted intellectual
gladiator and ami de France, Mr. T. P.
O'CoNNOK, was present.
Sir Seebohm Forest, who, I regret to
say, looked somewhat pale and weary,
made a charming speech in proposing
the health of the guest, which, in
deference to the views of the majority
of those present, was drunk in dry
ginger - ale. His comments on the
literary merits of M. ANATOLE FRANCE
were, so far as I could hear, remarkably
happy and in perfect taste, and the
comparison of his style with that of
Mr. L. N. PARKER was a striking proof
of Sir Seebohm's appreciation of native
letters. I thought that M. ANATOLE
France, who had just attended a perform-
ance of Sir Seebohm Forest's great
spectacular drama, Jacob and Esau,
wore a slightly enigmatic expression. It
was certainly a little unfortunate that
in the hurry of introduction ho had mis-
taken Sir Nicholson Boberts for Lord
EGBERTS, with whom, as apronounced
anti-militarist, he could not be expected
to feel much sympathy. Otherwise tho
evening passed off most pleasantly.
M. FRANCE'S reply was a masterpiece
of delicate elocution, but, alas! I caught
too little of what he said. I gathered,
however, that England appealed to him
chiefly as a country in which tho Non-
conformist— literary conscience was
never hampered by the restrictions of
public opinion, and that, as a student
of imperial Eome, he rejoiced to find
the Apocolocynlosis of CLAUDIUS per-
petuated in the luminous pages of The
British Weekly. It was to him pecu-
liarly touching that the very flower of
contemporary English literature of the
weightier variety should have been
thus culled for him by his gifted host.
To be in such a company was the
highest honour lie could conceive.
It was pretty to see M.FRANCE saying
good-night to Miss Carrie Morelli.
There wore many graceful bows on
both sides. Somehow M. FRANCE made
another speech, in which I understood
him to say that while Greece boas'.ed
her SAPPHO and China her DOWAOKU-
EMPBESS, England could proudly point
to the literary triumphs and enormous
emoluments won and earned by Carrie
Morelli, who combined the tropical
exuberance of the Italian temperament
with the high ideals of English Puri-
tanism. There was more popping of
ginger-ale corks, and we all retired in
high good humour with the cheery and
phosphorescent hospitality of our host
506
PUNCH, OR THE LONDON CHARIVARI. [DECKIIBEB 17, 19J3.
A FEW TRICKS FOR CHRISTMAS.
(In the manner of many contemporaries.)
Now that the " festive season " (copy-
right) is approaching, it behoves us all
to prepare ourselves in some way to
contribute to the gaiety of the Christ-
ni.i-i hoii<e party. A clever conjurer is
welcome anywhere, and those of us
whose powers of entertainment are
limited to the setting of hoohy-traps or
the arranging of apple-pie hods must
vie\\ with envy the much greater tribute
of l-.mghter and applause which is the lot
of the prestidigitator with some natura
gift for legerdemain. Fortunately there
are a few simple conjuring trick
which are within tho reach of us all
With practice even tho clumsiest of us
can obtain sufficient dexterity in th<
art of illusion to puzzle the most obscr
vant of our fellow-guests. The few
simple tricks which I am about to ex
plain, if studied diligently in the
week remaining before Christmas, wil
make a genuine addition to the gaiety
of any gathering, and the amateur
prestidigitator (if I may use that wore
again) will find that he is amply re-
paying the hospitality of his host anc
hostess by his contribution to the
general festivity.
So much by way of introduction. It
is a difficult style of writing to keep
up, particularly when the number ol
synonyms for "conjuring " - is so
strictly limited. Let me now get to
the tricks. I call'thc first
HOLDING THE LEMON.
For this trick you want a lemon and
a pack of ordinary playing cards.
Cutting the lemon in two, you hand
half to one member of your audience
and half to another, asking them to hold
the halves up in full view of the com-
pany. Then, taking the pack of cards
in your own hands, you offer it to a
third member of the party, requesting
him to select a card and examine it
carefully. When ho has done this he
puts it back in the pack, and you seize
this opportunity to look hurriedly at
the face of it, discovering (let us say)
that it is the five of sp.ides. Once more
you shuffle the pack; and then, going
through the cards one by one, you will
have no difficulty in locating the five of
spadei, which you will hold up to tho
company with the words " I think this
is your card, Sir "—whereupon the
audience will testify by its surprise and
appreciation that you have guessed
correctly.
It will be noticed that, strictly
speaking, the lemon is not a necessary
adjunct of this trick ; but the employ-
ment of it certainly adds an air of
uystery to the initial stages of the
illusion, and this air of mystery is,
after all, the chief stock-in-trade of the
•successful qonjurer.
For my next trick, which I call
THK ILLUSORY EGG,
and which is most complicated, you
require a sponge, two table-cloths, a
handful of nuts, a rabbit, five yards of
coloured ribbon, a top-hat with a hole
in it, a hard-boiled egg, two florins and
a gentleman's watch. Having obtained
all these things, which may take some
time, you put the two tablo-cloths
aside and separate the other articles
into two heaps, tho rabbit, tho top-hat,
tho hard-boiled egg, and tho handful of
nuts being in one heap, and the ribbon,
the sponge, tho gentleman's watch and
the two florins in the other. This being
done, you cover each heap with a table-
cloth, so that none of tho objects be-
neath is in any way visible. Then you
invite any gentleman in the audience
to think of a number. Let us suppose
he thinks of 38. In that case you ask
any lady in tho audience to/ think of
an odd number, and she suggests (shall
we say?) 29. Then, asking the com-
pany to watch you carefully, you —
you— —
To tell the truth, I '-have forgotten
just what it is you do do, but I know
that it is a very jgooA trick, and never
fails to create laughter and bewilder-
ment. It is distinctly an illusion worth
trying, and, if you begin it in the man-
ner" I have described, quite possibly
some way of finishing it up will occur
to you on the spur of the moment. By
multiplying the two numbers together
and passing the hard-boiled egg through
the sponge and then taking the ... or
is it the — Anyway, I 'in certain you
have to have a piece of elastic up the
sleeve . . . and I know one of the
florins has to - No, it 's no good, 1
can't remember it.
But mention of tho two numbers
reminds me of a trick which I haven't
Forgotten. It is a thought-reading
illusion, and always creates the maxi-
mum of wonderment amongst the audi-
ence. It is called
THE THREE QUESTIONS.
As before, you ask a gentleman in
the company to write down a number-
on a piece of paper, and a lady to
write down another number. These
numbers they show to the other guests.
You then inform the company that you
will ask any one of them three ques-
tions, and by the way they are answered
you will guess what" the product
of the two numbers is. (For instance
f the numbers were 13 and 17, then
13 multiplied by 17 is— let 's see,
hirteeu sevens are— thirteen sevens-
seven threes are twenty-one, seven
times one is — well, look here, let 's sup-
pose the numbers are 10 and 17. Then
the product is 170, and 170 is the
number you have got to guess.)
Well, the company selects a lady to
answeryourquestions, and the first thing
you ask her is : " When was Magna
Charta signed?" Probably she says
that she doesn't know. Then you say,
" What is the capital of Persia? " She
answers Timbuctoo, or Omar Khayyam,
according to how well informed she is.
Then comes your last question : " What
makes lightning? " She is practically
certain to say, "Oh, the thunder.''
Then you tell her that tho two numbers
multiplied together come to 170.
How is this remarkable- trick per-
formed ? It is quite simpb. Tho two
people whom you asked to think of the
numbers are confederates, and you
arranged with them beforehand that
they should write down 10 and 17. Of
course it would bo a much better trick
if they weren't confederates ; but in
that case I don't quite know how you
would do it.
I shall end up this interesting and
instructive article with a rather more
difficult illusion. For the tricks I have
already explained it was sufficient that
tho amateur prestidigitator ([ shall only
say this on.co more) should know how-
it was done ; for my last trick he will
also require a certain aptituda for
legerdemain in order to do it. But a
week's quiet practice at homo will give
him all the skill that is necessary.
THE MYSTERIOUS PUDDINcV
is one of the oldest and most popular
illusions. You begin by borrowing a
gold watch from one of your audience.
Having removed the works, you wrap
tho empty case r,p in a handkerchief
and hand it back to him, asking him
to put it in his waistcoat pocket. The
works you place in an ordinary pudding
basin and proceed to pound up with
a hammer. Having reduced them to
powder, you cover the basi:i with
another handkerchief, which you
borrow from a member of tho com-
pany, and announce that you aro about
to make a plum-pudding. Cutting a
small hole in the top of the handkerchief
you drop a lighted match through the
aperture; whereupon the handkerchief
flares up. When tho flames have
died down you exhibit tho basin,
wherein (to tho surprise of all)
is to ho seen an excellent Christ-
mas pudding, which you may ask
your audience to sample. At the
same time you tall the owner of the
watch that if he feels in his pocket he
will find his property restored to him
intact; and to his amazement ho dis-
DECEMBER 17, 1913.] PUNCH, OR THE LONDON < 'IFAKIVA III.
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covers that the works in some mys-
terious way liavo got back into- his
watch, and that the handkerchief in
which it was wrapped up lias gone!
Now for tlio explanation of this in-
genious illusion. Tlio secret of it is
that you have a second basin, with a
pudding in it, concealed in tho palm of
your right hand. At the critical mo-
ment, when the handkerchief flan
you take advantage) of tlio Ovcitomcnt
produced to substitute tho one liasin
for tho other. Tho watch from which
you extract tho works is not the
borrowed one, but one which you have
had concealed between tho third and
fourth fingers of tho left hand. You
show the empty case of this watch to
tho company, before wrapping the
watch in the handkerchief and handing
it hack to its owner. Meanwhile
with tho aid of a little wax you
have' attached an invisible hair to
the handkerchief, tho other end of it
being fastened to the palm of your left
hand. With a little practice it is not
difficult to withdraw the handkerchief,
by a series of trifling jerks, from the
pocket of your fello'w guest to its resting
place between the lirst and second
fingers of your left hand.
Olie word 'more. I am afraid that
tho borrowed handkerchief to which
you "applied the* match really did get
burnt, and 'you will probably have to
offer the owner one of your own instead.
That is the only weak spot in one of the
most baffling tricks ever practised by
the amateur prestidigitator (to use the
word for the last time). It will make a
fitting climax to your evening's enter-
tainment— an entertainment which will
ensure you another warm invitation
next year when the " festive season "
(com/right) comes upon us once again.
A. A. M.
THE TRIBULATIONS OF A
THIRD-RATE SHOT.
i.
(In his trap shortly after an early
breakfast.)
(To himself) Well, I'm in for it.
Don't know what in the world induced
Sir John to ask me to this show. The
last day of the cover shoot is a pretty
sudden jump from the annual garden
party which has always represented
tlio extent of our social intercourse.
Shall certainly have to do my best to
play up. A hard-working beggar like
me, who has no time to shoot seriously,
can't expect to ho in the running with
these experts. However, it's a mere
toss-up. Depends very much upon how
we are placed. A lot can go on at a
cover shoot that no one ever sees. And
I mat; be hitting them. I have had my
Barber. "I'M EOHRY, CULLY, BUT I 01:0111 10 -11:1,1.
TO CHARGE YOU AS A I.YDY."
YKJl 'rOKK I START. I 'LL 'AVE
useful days even among high pheasants.
But I expect I '11 miss "em and wing
'em and tail "em and have 'em running
all over tho place; and then a wood-
cock '11 come along and (Shudders).
Well, here we are. Good luck to you,
my son.
ii.
(On his icay to the first stand. Tie is
walking with one of the other guns.)
(Aloud) Been a rotten season, and
he has very few birds, eh ? (To him-
self) Dare say it is just as well. Won't
pass over me in solid streams quite
unscathed, as I feared. Doesn't want
any hens shot? Well, bang it all, I
generally know a ben when I see one.
(Aloud) Only using one gun ? (Wisely)
Ah, 'yes. (To himself) That was a
stroke of luck, as I never dreamed of
bringing two. Haven't got two. This
Captain Bowker must be the famous
Bowker, I suppose. That's the feller
that has three birds falling in the air at
the same time. Heaven preserve me
from that chap ! (Aloud) Yes, a ripping
day. What? What charge of powder
am I using? (To himself) Hanged if
I know. Just my luck. If he 'd asked
me the shot I could have told him.
Wish they wouldn't propound conun-
drums. Must try to change the sub-
ject. (Aloud) Many woodcock come in
yet? (To himself) Seems surprised.
I wonder if woodcock do "come in"?
Always supposed they did. (In reply
to an observation of his companion's)
Yes, nice warm, covers. (To himself)
Wish I knew how one cover contrives
to be warmer than another; should
have thought that depended on the
weather. Shall have to find out about
that. (Moves on.)
Here comes Bowker. Know he's
going to ask me what charge I use.
I '11 have to get beforehand with him.
(Aloud, cheerfully) Nice warm covers,
aren't they — warm as toast. What ?
(In reply to a keeper) That stand by
the hedge? Right you are! (To him-
self) In full view of the experts! Just
my luck !
in.
(At the first stand. An asterisk denotes
the shots of the speaker.)
Now, my son, pull yourself together,
f03 PUNCH, OR THE LONDON CHARIVARI. [DECEMBER 17, 1913.
"..'-x^ -:""'---,o:-v S
.-.-•,'
Jfosf. " NUMBER FIVE— ^THAT 's YOURS, MAJOR."
Gnest. "HAVE I GOT TO HIDE BEHIND THAT?
and let your watchword be, Througl
the neck every time. Hon! Onlvjusi
saved myself. (Rather feverishly) Re
member, they are -shorter in the tail
you fool — no comparison, far shorter
niles shorter and not so pictorial
There goes another hen . . . and yel
t had a goodish long tail for a hen
Markham's fired at it! Hang me il
t wasn't a cock after all ! That was a
bad break. No mistake about this one.
* * Never miud— pretty high bird,
that. Hullo, Bowker has him down.
Now how in the world can Bowker kill
'em from thsre? - Here they come. * *
Never mind. Load ; don't fumble. * *
Cheer up, you '11 soon be on to them.
=:•• * Rotten. * * Ha, that one 's down !
But he 's running, the brute, like a hare.
Lord, he is moving ! * * Skimming
brutes. Why don 't they get well up ?
(Several shots'down the line and shouts
' Woodcock ! M.irk ! " He looks
round trembling. Growing excitement.
The bird 'comes straight for his head.)
* Now' then, again. * No earthly
good. To the left— quick! * That
one 's down. But it 's a hen— and it 's
running. (Looking after it) Through
the hedge and right up the hill ; twentv
miles an hour. * * (Pause) * *
£?*'$.,* * You helpless idiot!
Why did I ever leave my happy home ?
What on earth is this ? Is it an owl
or a crow? Seems to have a most
extraordinary flight. I wonder why it
flops about like that ? Better leave it
alone. (In deep anxiety) Can't see with
the sun in my eyes— makes me look
such a blamed fool. (Suddenly) I've
got it! It's a hawk! Shall I fire?
=:= Sure to want his hawks shot. *•
Well; it 's down, whatever it -was. Be
he won't run. (Continues to blaze away
without further result till the beat is
-over. During the pick-up he hears a
voice behind him, "I wonder who shot a
tumbler pigeon?") 'A tumbler pigeon ?
(In the deepest horror) How utterly
awful ! (He plunges into the cover on
of sight.)
IV.
(Before llic second beat.)
(Aloud) I should like to walk, Sir
John, if you want a gun with the
beaters. Got a bit cold, standing.
• " v.
(Before the third beat.)
Let me walk. I like the exercise.
VI.
(Before the.fourth beat.)
Yes, I 'm walking, if you don't mind.
. forgot to bring a sweater and I've
got a touch of a chill, I think.
VII.
(In the cover during Uie last beat,
walking in line with the beaters.)
(To himself, enthusiastically) Per-
ectly charming in the seclusion of
hese delightful woods ! (Strolls com-
nacently along.)
VIII. :
(On the way in after the shoot is over.)
(To his companion gun) I had the sun
in my eyes, you know. Sir-John really
is annoyed about it ? Hates having
anything shot that can't be eaten?
(To himself) I '11 eat it.if that 's all he
wants. Beastly awkward. Here comes
Sir John himself. Must keep him off
the subject. (Aloud) Nice warm covers
you have, Sir John I
IX.
(At tea.)
(To himself) Think he 's forgotten
all about it ! No, by Jove, he hasn't !
(He listens to the voice of his host at
the far end of the table) " It isn't sport,
and it can't possibly have been a mis-
take. I'm not going to have tame
pigeons shot on this place." (He rises
hastily. Aloud) I think my trap is
waiting; so, if you '11 excuse me
x.
(On the way home.)
^ Well, that's over, thank Heaven.
Suppose we shall now revert to the
annual garden parly.
" The playground is covered with red baizo •
T. sand pit will be placed in a corner in summer.
\\ hon the warmer weather comes the children
will take their afternoon sleep in the verandah."
Tin' Glasgow Herald.
Till the wanner weather comes, the
children can draw a corner of the play-
ground over them, and be quite snug.'
PUNCH, OR THE LONDON CHARIVARI.— DECEIIBEB 17, 1913.
FOEE-ARMED.
SIR EDWARD CARSON (in course of promenade on the quay, to Customs Officer BIIMELL). " CAPITAL IDEA
THIS OF STOPPING IMPORTATION OF ARMS. NOW THERE'S A DANGEROUS CHARACTER;
YOU SHOULD SEARCH HIM. THAT'S JUST THE SORT OF BAG HE'D HAVE A COUPLE
OF HOWITZERS CONCEALED IN."
DECEMBER 17, 1913.] PUNCH, OR THE LONDON CHARIVARI.
Ml
JOYS
RESTAURANT LIFE.
WHY BE DULL AT HOME WHEN YOU CAS DINE BRIGHTLY TO MUSIC IS A PUBLIC ROOM ?
THE BOXIAD.
(A Fragment}
SHADES of the great, what make you in this hall,
Here where the British bays that erst you worj
Are hy the Frenchman's ruthless hand deface;! '.'
Lo, how they lie in ruin on the floor,
Each leaf a separate mark of impotence,
And every broken twig a fount of tears.
Shades of the great, what make you in this hall '?
Then JACKHON veiled his agitated eyes,
And passed in silence; RANDALL bowed his head,
And drooped his difficult and ravaging hand ;
And CIIIBB and BENDIGO and KING were mute ;
And SAVERS averted his too mournful gaze,
That SAYI:HS who held his own the long day through,
Spite of his shattered arm, and came to time
Again and yet again, and would not yield,
While with one dauntless fist he struck and bunged
The hold Beniuia Boy's discoloured eyes.
And other Shades there were of lusty men
With flattened noses and with thickened ears,
Men who while yet the blood coursed through their veins
Had dealt and taken many a crashing blow
On face and ribs and chest and on the mark,
The much-desire:! uncomfortable mark —
Whose peepers had been closed, whose kissing-traps
Had rained to earth their fragmentary teeth —
Brawny, bull-necked and muscle-covered men,
With beefy fists and deadly driving arms —
All these were there and all were very low.
Shades of the great, what make you in this hall ?
At last the Spirit of British Boxing spoke,
And he was cheerful, on his open brow
No frown was seen, nor sadness in his eyes : —
" If hearts ye have, lift up," he said, " your hearts ;
Lot not your manly minds be steeped in wo:;.
'Tis true CARPENTIEU beat the Bombardier,
Jabbing him six times shortly in the stomach,
So that he fell and swift was counted out.
But this CARPENTIEB is a proper man ;
And you, old heroes, you may well be proud
To own a hero, though he comes from France.
And it may hap that on another day
Some beef-fed British boxer shall arise,
Cool in his guard and crafty in his blows,
Lithe and enduring as CARPENTIER is,
And turn the changing tables on the Gaul.
Dame Fortune shifts her smiles, but gives them most
To those who by their toil deserve them well."
So spoke the Spirit, and the thronging Shades,
Won o'er to cheerfulness, acclaimed his words.
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PUNCH, OR THE LONDON CHARIVARI.
[DECEMBER 17, 1913.
AN ACADEMIC DISCUSSION.
IN such time as she can spare from
the frivolities of life, Matilda runs a
school. As she believes in "keeping
things separate," the frivolities are not
permitted access to the school or to
Matilda in her capacity as school-
mistress. Tims when I (who am one
of her frivolities) presented myself I
was 'refused' admission. So 1 must
resort to subterfuge, and disguise
myself as a father with children to
educate. Incidentally, I am no father
and know little or nothing of children.
Side-whiskers, an artificial complexion,
and a falsetto voice completed my in-
cognito. A borrowed visiting
gained me admission.
" I understand
that you keep an
academy for the
young," I said.
"I keep a school,"
Matilda replied
"Ah! \Vell, I
wondered if you
could undertake
the care of some
children ? "
"That is one of
my objects in keep-
ing a school."
(Matilda was not
helping me much.)
" Are they boys or
girls?" '
"Both," I said.
"Boys mostly —
two boys, in fact,
and a girl. Does
that matter?"
"I take both
boys and girls."
"That relieves
my mind. I should like them all to be
" Arithmetic? "
" Not directly."
" In my young days there used to he
a person in vogue called Euclid. Is he
still extant ? "
" No, he has gone."
'•Dead? Ah, well, I never liked the
man and always thought that some mis-
fortune would overtake him. Greek ? "
"No."
" Quite right. It always struck me
as the language of an untrustworthy
T T • , c\ f i
race. History ?
"Ancient and modem."
" Like -the hymns — what ? "
We had readied the class-rooms and
I observed a larg flat bath which
card appeared to contain sand.
I " What is that? " 1 asked.
"It might save confusion."
"Is there anything else they will
want — beds, for instance ? "
" Wo supply beds, hut each child is
expected to bring a spoon and fork."
" How many spoons and forks will
that he? Did I say three or four
children ? "
" You said three.
forks."
suppose they couldn't manage on
-tak' turns to eat, so to speak ? "
Three spoons and
less
THE CHARITABLE SEASON— HINTS TO MILLIONAIRES
THE KIGHT ^TCHMEH WHO LOOK AIXEB
together. I am looking for some one who
will be a mother to my orphan children.'
" They have no mother?" said Matilda
sympathetically.
None of them.
Forgive me, but
Let us say they average
you look a little young for the post."
" How old are they ? "
" Seven."
" All of them ? "
" All but two. The others are either
less or more,
seven."
" As you please. You would like to
see over the school ? "
We visited the playing fields, gym-
nasium and other appliances for physical
culture. At last I asked—
" Is any provision made for mental
gymnastics?"
"Of course we don't neglect the mind.
\Ve teach nearly everything— dancing,
deportment, music, French, German
algebra and trigonometry."
"That is part of the curriculum.
The younger children draw maps and
make designs in the sand."
"Delightful. Every school its own
beach. And where do they paddle ? "
I looked round for the water.
"They don't paddle; they bathe at
the baths."
" You don't teach paddling ? That 's
a pity, but I suppose one can't get
everything. You teach mixed bathing,
of course ? It is a most essential part of
modern educatioh."
' The children bathe together."
'Now, as to food. 1 suppose that
they have meals and things ? "
Breakfast, dinner and tea."
'Do the children dress for dinner? "
| No, but they dress for breakfast. We
insist on that even with the youngest "
nTU._ T _ •'... o"""-
"1 thin. i:ot."
"You supply everything else
measles, mumps et-. ? I should like
them to have all those things properly."
" We canno? guarantee disease. In-
deed, we rather encourage attention to
the principles of hygiene."
" And as to fees,
is there any reduc-
tion on a quantity?
Do you take three
as two, or anything
of that kind ? "
" We make a
slight reduction in
the case of brothers
and sisters."
"That will be all
right then ; they
are all by the same
mother. How
would you like
them senV?"
Under suitable
protection. And
when may I expect
them? "
I cannot say
definitely, not to a
term or two. I
shall have to con-
sult their mother."
"I thought they
had lost their mother? "
" Quite true, they have lost their
mother — irretrievably ; but I am
something of a spiritualist. I believe
in - "
" Excuse me, but your left whisker is
hanging by a thread. Would you like
to remove it and clean the rest of your
face while they bring in tea ? "
,ir
irl
A communication from REUTEH states
that during the recent tumult in the
Lower House of the Reichsrath :
"Two members (Herren Budzynowskii and
Siengalewicz) had electric bells . . . while
Herr Olesniezkiyj blew a bugle."
The noise they produced with these
instruments, however, was nothing to
the ear-splitting effect when they began
to call each other by name — a custom
,iff- ~, which, we understand, is forbidden
erent kind from the under the rules of the House, owing to
its generally unhappy consequences.
.
Then I suppose they will require
17, 1913.] PUNCH, Oil TIIK LONDON CIIAIMVA I.'I.
r»l:t
CHRISTMAS PRESENTS.
Ciu.li.iner. " Arx THESE KEEII VF.HY EXPENSIVE: CAN'T YOU SUGGEST SOMETHIXG CHEAPER? "
Shopman (tcith views on commercial morality). " CE.ITAIXLY, MADAM. I corr.o SUGGEST A PIECE OP THIN PAPI.U AND A COMD !
TO ENGELBERT HUMPERDINCK.
(After hearing
How strange that modern Germany, so gruesome in her art,
Where sheer sardonic satire has expelled the human heart,
Should also be the Germany that gives us, to our joy,
The perfect children's opera — pure gold without alloy.
Hansel und Gretd" for the fifteenth time.)
Till, bald and grey and middle-aged, \vc watch with child-
like glee
The very games wo learned long since at our dead mother's
luiea.
I know there are admirers of the supra-normal STRAUSS
Who hold him, matched with others, as a mammoth to a
mouse,
And, though they often feel obliged his lapses to deplore,
His "cerebral significance" increasingly adore.
In parts I find him excellent, just like the curate's egg,
But not when he is pulling the confiding public's leg ;
Besides, the height of genius I never could explain
As " an infinite capacity for giving others pain."
No, give to me my ENGELBERT, my gentle HUMPERDIXCK,
Whose cerebral development is void of any kink ;
Who represents in music, in the most enchanting light,
That good old German quality, to wit, Gemiithlichkeit.
I love his gift of melody, now homely in its vein,
Now rising, as be^ts his theme, to the celestial plane ;
I love the rich orchestral tide that carries you along ;
1 love the cunning counterpoint that underlies the song.
Though scientific pedagogues that golden realm have banned,
He leads us back by pleasant paths to childhood's fairyland, Keeps the unclouded vision of a bonder-hearted child.
Our hearts are moved when in the wood the children lose
their way,
And strange uncanny echoes mock their innocent dismay,
And when, clasped in each other's arms, they cast them
down to sleep,
We know that real angels come and night-long vigil keep.
Wo thrill with apprehension of the risks that loom ahead
When they cross the magic threshold of the House of
Gingerbread ;
And O ! with what contentment we at last Ijehold them pitch
Head-foremost in her furnace-fire the broomstick-riding
witch !
There 's not a bar of Hansel's part that 's not exac'ly right ;
There 'a not a note for Grelcl that 's not a pure delight ;
And having heard it lately for (I think) the fifteenth time
1 know I "in talking reason, though it happens to be rhyme.
Then let us thank our lucky stars that in a squalid age
When horror, blood and ugliness so many pens engage,
TV UBU Ii^/Lll-/l| IJ1WVA WUVA llf^l I »JV^.3.3 t>»_^ ai W"J I O™
One of our master-minstrels, by fashion unbeguiled,
514
PUNCH, OR THE LONDON CHAEIVAEI.
[DECEMBER 17, 1913.
THE SILHOUETTE.
were having tea.
" No sugar," I said.
-Milk?"
" What tea is it ? " I asked. " Ceylon,
China, caravan ? "
"Ceylon, I believe," she said.
" Then a little milk," I replied.
" But supposing it had been caravan ?"
sho hazarded.
I sighed.
" Next time," she promised.
We talked about the usual things —
tho beauty and wonder of CAIU>ENTIER;
the gaiety of HAWTREY in Never Say
Die ; tho charm of Quality Street
EOJIXEY'S Sleeping Baby at the Gros
venor ; ANATOLE FKANCE ; the fall o
LA is KIN.
Having completed tin's round, she
asked mo if I would like to sse hei
silhouettes.
" Fearfully," I said.
She placed a little portfolio before me
I turned over the black profiles,
That 's Jack," I said.
"Yes."
" That 's his wife Marjorie."
" Yes."
" How clever you are ! That 's
what 's his name who lives near you."
Yes."
This is wonderful. But who 's
this?"
Oh, that 's the wife of a man who
lives near Jack."
"I don't know her? "
" No."
" That accounts for my not recognis-
ing her," I said. " But it looks horribly
lifelike. Won't you," I said, after a
judicious pause, — " won't you do me ? "
(I am rather set on my profile. I have
been told it is good.)
" I 'd love to," she said tactfully.
"Eight," I said. "How shall I sit
for it ? "
"Just like that," she said, getting
icr sketch block and sitting beside me.
1 Look straight ahead."
" I can't look straight ahead without
something to smoke," I said.
She brought me a cigarette.
" Now," she said.
"Then you draw it?" I remarked.
" I thought you cut it out with scissors."
" Oh, no. I draw it and then ink it
in."
"Eight," I said.
She worked diligently while I smoked.
" Do you want me to be realistic ? "
she asked.
" Of course," I said, fearing nothing.
"You won't mind?" shfi iwiliprl
(What an odd remark !
" Why should
a fool's paradise.
won't mind ? " she
aark !)
" Why should I ? " I asked, still in
" Nothing," she said, and continued.
I felt I would give a thousand pound
to faco her, hut I didn't dare. This wa
a piofile. My nose, I knew, was gcoc
I had seen it at tho hatter's in one o
those triple mirrors — clean cut, Eoman
efficient. Then my blood ran cold:
suddenly remembered my chin. M
chin, I say; I mean my chins.
" Why did you ask that about being
realistic?" I said in agony.
" Nothing," she said.
I took another cigarette.
"There," she said, "that's c!one.'
She showed it me.
"Is that me?" I asked.
" Yes. Who did you think I was,
drawing : Lr.oyn GEOUGE ? " (That 's
the worst of letting girls go to music
halls, they pick up cheap sarcastic
ways.)
I studied it. It did not lock like me
as I remembered myself from the las
visit to the hatter's, and yet she hac
seemed to be clever.
" What 's this ? " I asked, pointing to
a lump.
" That ? That 's your second chin.'
"And this?"
"That's your third cliin."
(Heavens ! how rich I am !)
" But surely," I said, " the nose isn't
right ? And you 've made the lip much
too long."
" I don't think so," she replied coldly.
" How do you know ? "
" I don't knoir," I admitted. " I have
a kind of instinct."
She forced me back into my position,
something between the dentist and the
photographer, and scrutinised me care
fully.
"Perhaps it is a shade too long,"
she said, and shortened it. You can
make all the alterations you like before
tho ink is applied.
" Now ? " she said.
I looked again. " That 's better," I
replied.
" But how do you know ? " she
asked. " You must be very vain."
" I was," I said. " But never again.
Look at that array of chins."
" I '11 ink it in after you 've gone,"
she said. " Then I '11 send it to you."
The silhouette came home two days
later.
I tried it all over the rcom — on the
mantelpiece, on the tables, in picture
frames. Then my landlady came in.
" Who do you think that 's meant
for? " I asked her.
She subjected it to minute study.
'It's either NAPOLEON," she said at
ast (my heart gave a joyful bound),
'or DANNY MAHEK."
"But neither of them had three
chins," I said.
"All real gentlemen have three chins,"
ihe replied bravely.
DRAMATIC EXCLUSIVENESS.
WHAT with a Woman's Theatre
established at one playhouse and a
Children's Theatre at another, each
with its appropriate dramatic faro, we
are evidently on the way to a state o;
things in which every separate class ol
audience will have its suitable drama
served up in a special building. We
may then look for the following
announcements : — •
A fine performance of The Taming of
the Shrew was given last night at the
Misogynists' Theatre in Adam Street.
This cosy little house, with its smoking
and billiard rooms, was packed to the
doors by an audience that applauded
every point in the comedy with rapture.
The grand Christmas pantomime, Blue
Beard, is advertised for Boxing Day.
The latest addition to London's play-
houses is the newly-built Socialists'
Theatre, which will start its activities
on Monday next with the production
of An Enemy of the People, The build-
ing is constructed throughout of steel
and asbestos, ?o as to render it suitable
as a meeting place for conferences, etc.
All the seats are equal in price, with
the exception of the first tier boxes,
which have been equipped with l:omb-
Di-oof safety curtains capable of being
owered at will by tho occupants, thus
providing absolute security for Labour
eaders visiting the entertainment.
The Theatre of the Advanced Synibo-
ists, opened last evening, is said to be
ihe first of its kind in Europe, and
:mbodies all the latest views of its
.special patrons. Suggestion rather
.ban physical comfort has been the chief
result aimed at, the seats, designed on
he cubist system, being so arranged
hat an interrupted view of the stage
s permitted from all. The initial pro-
gramme consisted of the first perform-
ance of the new Symbolist drama
entitled What ? and gave the highest
pleasure to a distinguished audience.
Silence and complete darkness prevailed
oth in the auditorium and on the stage,
t was unfortunate that, owing to the
areless duplication of the title on the
•ills, the masterpiece should have been
dvertised as What, What ! thus creat-
ng a misapprehension as to its char-
cter, which explained the arrival of
everal parties really bound for the
>stprandial Theatre next door, and
regrettable display of feeling when
heir mistake became clear to them,
s apart, however, the evening was a
eserved success.
Notices of the performances of Money
t the new Financiers' Theatre in
3opthall Avenue, and The Odonto Girl
efore the Society of Incorporated
dentists, are unavoidably held over.
DECEMBER 17. 1013.] PUNCH, Oil TIIK LONDON CHARIVARI.
513
THE APATHY OF ENGLAND.
(To the l-IJilor of " Punch.")
Sin, — As ono of years, authority, and
high ideals, devoted to golf, the Dobleal
of all pursuits, I beg permission to
protest against the deplorably apathetic
and frivolous attitude evinced by my
countrymen towards tlio game in these
days. I call it a game, but in reality
it is more than that. Nor is it merely
to bo compared with a trade or pro-
fession, for in the heart of the true
golfer it arouses a purer and more
exalted enthusiasm. Clearly, it stands
in a category by itself.
Now this apathy, this lack of in-
terest, must bo apparent to all. Take
for example tho space allotted by the
Press to an event of such historic and
national importance as a British or
American Open Championship. Do
wo not find it passed over in as few
columns as might suffice for tbe
trifling matter of a pronouncement by
a leading member of the Government?
Instead of enjoying an exhaustive de-
tailed description and criticism of every
stroke played by every competitor, we
have to be content with a brief resume
incorporating tho more ssnsational in-
cidents. But tliU is not my solo com-
plaint. Golfing news from day to day
is disgracefully microscopic. We find
oven prominent newspapers publishing
only one descriptive or didactic article
per week on the various aspects and
difficulties of the game, instead of what
is clearly demanded— a regular daily
article. When, therefore, I see the
Press paying so scant a regard to golf,
I am not surprised at the indifference
of the public.
They do not take the game seriously.
It occupies a second, third, or even
lower place in the order, of their pur-
suits. They expend upon it a few
meagre hours of leisure; they will
frivol away half a day, sometimes even
a whole day, at the office ; linger over
their luncheon ; loiter at the club. And
this is not all. Spendthrifts of their
time, they are niggards with their
money. I have heard of one golfer,
indeed, who unblusbingly declared that
he spent only £200 a year upon the
game. Few, perhaps, can emulate un-
friend A., who has cheerfully sacrificed
fortune, worldly ambition, and the joys
and comforts of family life to the
ardour of his master^passion.
I desire to appeal to all exponents of
this great art to correct their deplorable
habits of Isvity and slothfulness; to
wean themselves from the luxury of
business and other distractions ; to
realise tho pressing necessity for self-
sacritic3. They should also conquer
their foolish reticence and talk more
STRICT GOLF.
"HEBE, WHY DON'T YOU COME ASD HELP TO LOOK FOR MY BALL?'
"SlIOW ME THE 11ULE THAT SAYS I *VE GOT TO."
freely on golfing topics. The benefits
to be derived from airing a subject in
conversation are inestimable ; and
golfers are noticeably backward in this
particular.
And then there is the duty owed to
their children. I cannot overestimate
the need for impressing youthful minds
with the vital significance of golf ; that
they may learn to approach it in a
more earnest and respectful spirit. The
humorous and ironical attitude in-
creasingly manifest among caddies,
too, is greatly to bs regretted. It is,
however, but another of those evils
which must be attributed to the
lamentable lack of ssriousness on the
part of golfers themselves.
In golf the pre-eminence of Britain
is already questioned. Other Ouimets
may ariss. Soon we may descend from
a plus to a scratch or minus power.
With this warning, Sir, I must con-
clude ; only hoping that the country
will be awakened to a more patriotic
spirit, a loftier and sterner enthusiasm,
before it is too late.
Yours, &c., BUNKER MASHIB.
"Last night great beams of light shot
slantingly upwards from tho earth, as if they
proceeded from a mighty lantern which had
been discovered somewhere about Kom-cl-
Shogafa, and which Cyclops or some huge
prehistoric cave dweller had seized with his
great hands and swinging it about his head,
caused the rays of light, miles long, to strike
athwart tho sky, crossing and rccrossing each
other incessantly, now forming themselves
into wonderful diapers, anon clashing with
and lighting up tho fleeting clouds, giving
curious, f.mt.istic shapes, whiles, as a crouch-
ing gladiator, then as of an archer with his
bow, and presently as of a Jack Tar stepping
' Jack's a Lad ' atop o' tho giddy mast."
Egyptian Gazette.
Actually the Fleet had just arrived.
PUNCH, OR THE LONDON CHARIVARI. [DECEMBEE 17, 1913.
AT THE PLAY.
" THE NIGHT HAWK.''
I HAVE never quite understood whs-
it should he more difficult to rise from
hod at one hour than another, if you
have had your lull allowance of sleep.
Yet this appears to he a law of depraved
human nature, and against it the lion.
James Daitbi'iitii/ had fought in vain.
In the end lie had given up the struggle
to rise hefore luncheon, and only got
up in time for dinner, going straight
from his hath into his evening clothes.
This habit of turning night into day-
is one that moralists have ever de-
plored. Yet I have known editors of
great daily journals who have followed
it without visible loss of moral fibre;
and the night-porter of my Hat, if his
inward graces are at all commensurate
with his manly exterior, is a spiritual
stalwart. But what is permissible and
even admirable in the slave of duty
may, in the case of a lover of pleasure,
he matter for the gravest reprobation.
If virtue is its own reward, vice, I
hope, is equally its own punishment.
Not that there was anything traceably
"vicious in the character of Daubenaij , •
but we were allowed to conjecture un-
utterable things from the character of
his associates of the Night Hawk Club.
Of the actual habits of this nocturnal
bird of prey from which the club drew
its symbolic name I know absolutely
nothing ; but a less seductive crew than
the vulgarian females who used to
sweep into Daubenay's flat by night on
a whirlwind of noisy banality, I can-
not easily imagine. Certainly the
authors of the play have done their
public no moral damage by making vice
too picturesque.
Into the midst of this stupid orgy
there entered one night a young girl
from the country, a veritable dream ol
stage innocence. Prom that moment,
even to the end of the play, our gifts
of credulity were taxed almost beyond
endurance. We were invited to believe
that this prim little thing had come up
to town for the day; had lost her rustic
escort ill a Trafalgar Square crowd;
had then gone to look up her divorced
mother at her old address (for, though
they were on terms of secret inter-
course, this unnatural parent had not
confided to her daughter her change of
residence); and was now anxious to
consult the present occupant of the flat
as to the next thing to be done. Moved
to respectful sympathy, Danbenay,
instead of putting her into the last
train for home, insists on conducting
her there in his motor. Safely arrived,
he is captured by the girl's infuriated
father— a man with an iron heart
and a stout cudgel— and detained on
suspicion. It was now that our simp]
faith underwent its worst strain. Fo
the stern father compelled Dnitbcnai/
under threat of the stick for himse"
and banishment for the girl; to remai
indefinitely on the premises, earnin
his feed by the sweat of his brow. T
have seen this scion of the uristocrac
employed in the menial labour o
polishing harness in his evening clothes
with a little casual accommodation fron
the local wardrobe, would have meltei
the heart of a LLOYD GEORGE.
After this it was relatively easy ti
believe that the hero would he trackei
by his Society friends to the scene of hi
alleged "rest cure" and ho whisked of
in their car; that the innocent girl
exiled by her Spartan sire, wouli
appear again at Daubenay's flat in tin
middle of an orgy identical with tha
of the first Act, but this time hersel
in the gay attire of a Night Hawk, so
as to compete on level terms witl
the other ladies of the club; and so
would win his honourable love by
those charms which innocence in the
garb of vico always exerts upon the
jaded senses of the roue of the footlights
It will be guessed that it needet
some pretty good acting to carry off a
plot like that. Mr. KENNETH DOUGLAS,
on whose almost unaided shoulders fell
the task, came very near to achieving
it. He was practically never off the
stage, and played with an extraordinary
fluency and that natural humour oi
which he is so accomplished a master.
Whether as a night-bird with no
particular taste for the game, or as a
man of ease compelled to undergo the
grossest manual labour, and, subduing
his Olympian habit, like Apollo in the
demesne of Admetus,
6r\a<rav rpairefav alvitrai, 6fos itfp &
or as a Londoner suffering the horrors
of the countryside with its deadly noises
of awakening nature, he was always
quietly equal to the occasion. Miss
JANE COOPER'S pleasant angularity,
proper to the part of rural innocence,
made an agreeable contrast to Mr.
KENNETH DOUGLAS'S mature facility
of style. Mr. FISHER WHITE, as the
farmer-tyrant, demonstrated with the
most unflinching resolution how the
strongest religious convictions may be
compatible with a total disregard for
human charity.
I shall excuse myself from particular
reference to the remainder of the cast,
except to say that Mr. STAFFORD
HILLIARD, as Daubenay's man, whose
personal health and private convenience
suffered badly from the irregularity of
bis master's mode of life, bore it all
with a most touching stoicism.
The humour of the play lies more in
he situations than the dialogue ; but a
pleasant vein of fun runs through the
talk, in which I gratefully acknowledge
the absence of imported epigrams. My
programme, which is very specific about
the origin of the furniture, the motor-
hats, the plate, and the gramophone,
omits to give a definition of the genus
of Messrs. WORRALL and MEHIVALE'S
play; so you may define it as you
will. It is a blend of comedy and farce,
too incredible to be purely the one and
not boisterous enough to bo purely the
other. But the mixture will serve, if
you are not too exigent. O. 8.
TPIE MAN BEHIND THE FACE.
MY old acquaintance, William Jones
Is not a handsome man,
The physiognomy he owns
Is wandering in its plan ;
Sonic careless person must have let
His features run ere they had set.
It would be difficult to. lay
One's finger, I suppose,
On any special spot and say,
" Look, that is William's nose ; "
One could but state, '• 'Tis somewhere
here
The nasal organ should appear."
His general expression, too.
Betrays a vagueness such
As very seldom meets the view
Outside a rabbit hutch ;
At times he almost lias the air
Of one who is not wholly there.
Noi once, nor twice, but oft have I
Heard strangers in the street,
When William Jones was passing by,
Exclaim with sudden heat :
That man at large should never roam,
lis proper place is in a home."
Alas ! the superficial gaze,
How powerless it seems
To thread the soul's interior maze,
Where genius broods and dreams !
'hey err who think that Jones is what
The world calls barmy; he is not.
Forbear to scoff, look not askance
On William, for behind
That unimpressive countenance
Lurks a colossal mind ;
n fact, fame whispers it was he
Vho patented the Tango Tea.
The Modern Cinderella.
' If the Jady who lost a black silk stocking
the dance on Wednesday evening will
ommunicato with Box A., Saskatoon Daily
tar, said loss can be recovered." — Adrt.
When the crew went on board the vessel
esterday morning they discovered she was
under the water."— Daili/ Mail.
No doubt their wet feet gave them the
clue, but they must have thought the
boat looked rather funny from the shore.
DKCKMHKR 17, 1913. ]
PUNCH, OR THE LON DON C 1 1 A I ! 1 V A I ! I .
517
Conductor of Village Band. " WHAT 's vrnoxo, DUNCAN ? "
Duncan ('celluist). "Tan DRUM'S BEES PLAYIS' MA MUSIC AXD I'VE IJEES PLAVIS* nig."
Ccnluctor. "I THOCHT THERE WAS SOMETHING NO JUST QUITE RIGHT."
nun n/i/M/iM/t r^cTrioc I 'n a fa'r'y satisfactory position as regards naval supremacy.
OUR BOOKING-OFHOE. Bufc ifc was touch ant] KO- \ye could manage France all
(By Mr. Punch's Staff of Learned Clerks.) \ right, but France and Jack — it does not bear thinking of.
ALL the time I was reading Mr. FRANK HARRIS'S Great jTo sum up, a good, bustling yarn which kept me enter-
Days (THE BODLKY HEAD) I was wondering where I had tained from start to finish, and will have, I guarantee, a
'" ' "-- -i--1- similar effect on others who believe in fairies.
come across an earlier story written in the same style.
Then I realised. Great Days is just like the fairy stories
of my childhood, where the King's youngest son goes out to . Mrs. WHARTON'S new satire, The Custom
seek his fortune. Like the writers of the fairy stories, Mr. (MACMILLAN), suffers, I think, from the bitterness of her
HARRIS takes it for granted that we shall be interested in indignation. In an earlier novel, The House of Mirth, she
the smallest details of his hero's career, however little they showed her fierce intolerance of the restless, grasping spirit
may have to do with the main theme or the development of jot some part of the New York world, but with that fierce-
his character; and, for myself, I must admit that he is not ness there were mingled pity and even tenderness. I Bad r
mistaken. I became so interested in Jack Morgan that
I welcomed the information that he drank hot water at
night after an evening at the inn, so as to avoid a headache
i« , . i t • _ t__: 3 _
pity or tenderness in her new chronicle. There is in the
quality of her work the hard, shining, metallic glitter of
an American railway-line. Undine, the heroine, passing
next morning, and that he gave a little dinner to two friends, from stage to stage, from husband to husband trampling
beginning with oysters and Sauterne, and was amused to remorselessly as she goes upon all those who lave helpec
find that one of his guests thought the white wine too thin.
But Jack's career was not confined to these trivialities.
Belonging to the great days that followed the French Revo-
lution, and being by profession a smuggler and privateers-
lier, is, at the last, inhuman in her lack of contrast. Mrs.
WHARTON hates her so deeply that she will allow her no
suspicion of human feeling or human softness. I failed,
therefore, to realise that the gentle first husband and the
man, he lived a very vivid life on both sides of the Channel, courteous second one would have fallen at her feet. Some-
Mr. HARRIS has tho admirable virtue of not being afraid to thing more of her than physical beauty those men would
_ _ . _ _1 JI _ ,1 . . , . 1 ™. .« . . t I > i . < <r > . 1 1 \ fit «uk«*M n r\a c\\£* 1 1 -I i I • Mil r,
make his hero a real hero.
..~«. When Jack is not running : have demanded, and something more, perhaps, she had; but
clrgoesTf oldln-aWly7be ^"passing through passionate love | Mrs. WHARTON will not reveal it to us. So with it all.
adventures, thrashing bullies or capturing frigates. The The miserable side of human nature, t ho degraded selfi
culminating point of his exciting life is where the great instincts of society— these are emphasise! The book, with
culminating point
BUONAPARTE himself otters him supreme command of the
French Navy if ho will sweep the English off the seas, as
he has expressed himself able to do. Fortunately, Jack's
patriotism is greater than his ambition, and England is still
all its cleverness, lacks justice, and therefore truth. Here the
artist, driven forward by her contemptuous disgust, paints
her picture in dark, sombre colours, and has too readily
allowed personal prejudice to darken her vision. Once
513
PUNCH, OR THE LONDON CHARIVARI.
[DECEMBER 17, 1913.
a lady called Becky Sharp dazzled, hoodwinked, tricked the
London world. She was, I dare say, a wickeder woman
limn Mrs. WHAHTOX'S Undine, but her historian was, in
spite of himself, fair to her. Mrs. WHAUTON is never fail-
to her victim. The brilliance of the hook remains; whether
it he finance, social contrasts, the Old World or the New,
French chateaux or American hotels, Mrs. WHAKTON'S
talent can most ably reveal them for us ; hut it is a hard
and a cruel revelation.
I did not see The Witness for tJia Defence (IIoDDEK AND
STOUGHTON) in its previous incarnation as a play at the
St. James's Theatre. Hitherto I have always regretted
this, but I hope Mr. A. E. W. MASON will not misunder-
stand me when I say that my regret is now banished. The
reason is that I hava been able to approach the book with
an appreciation unhampered by thoso worrying memories
of the theatre about which I have spoken before in similar
cases. As a result I have enjoyed it greatly. The rule is
that good plays do not make good novels, though authors
has a thoroughly sound idea that the kind of fact that il
is not important to know about London is that on a very
clear day one may havo a view of the Crystal Palace if one
looks straight down Bouverio Street. The Sago who lives
in this sacred congested thoroughfare has never noticed it
and, like Mr. ADCOCK, doesn't want to. An index makes
this little volume a lazily convenient occasion of happy
reminiscence.
are slow to believe this,
and perhaps the fact of
getting double profit out of
one idea does not serve to
quicken their apprehension.
Anyhow, I am glad to find
The Witness for the Defence
a triumphant exception. It
makes quite a good novel,
picturesque, alive and con-
vincing In one way the
story has gained much by
its liberation from dramatic
fetters We are now enabled i
to see something more of
tho previous relationship
between Thresk and Stella,
and this greatly helps the
grip of the subsequent de- !
velopments. You probably
know what these are. A
story does not enjoy a sue- '
cessful run in the West-End,
and goodness knows how
many provincial tours, and |^£±L??
retain much of the charm '
What a passion for untempered veracity seems to have
taken hold of our novelists ! The latest professor of the
system of withholding nothing is Mr. WILLIAM HEWLETT,
whose new novel, Telling the Truth (SECKER), sufficiently
explains its character by its title. In his introductory pages
Mr. HEWLETT almost vehemently protests that no considera-
tion shall prevent him from giving us the facts, oven if, like
GALILEO, lie shall "suffer the penalty of public condemna-
tion." Eeally I don't think he need have worried. These
devoted truth-tellers always a little remind me of the hero
of DICKENS'S Holiday Romances, who " fought his desperate
of mystery. Still, Mr. MASON and his publishers were no
doubt right in supposing that you would care to hear a
ttle more intimately about the characters, and "their whys
and wherefores." And to the benighted who, like rnvself,
have not met them before, I would say, Do it Now.
In The BooJclovcr's London (METHUEN) Mr. A ST JOHN
ADCOCK sets out on a pleasant gossipy round of' the town
the track of characters out of his favourite imaginative
literature, from BEN JONSON to GEOBGE GISSING I am
afraid I suspect him of a little self-deception when he nfo-
that m this or that place the imaginary folk throng
•out him and are more real than the whistling errand-
x>ys and pompous, rotund merchants who are there in
actual prosa.c fact. It may, of course, be even so. More
eel) tis a harmless device to put his spirits in key for his
' "^ " JUS 6Cl ' itS entirel' --5 resul
Onet re>' --ae resu
One of these is to send you from the quotations witli which
the book is freely embellished back to the originals to renew
their acquaintance. And that, no doubt,? one of S
ithor s benevolent purposes. The chief of them I guess
was to please himself by indulging a hobbv-whichTs no
i way of giving pleasure to other people.
way hand to hand to the
lane," being "so fortunate
as to meet nobody." Be-
cause, despite an occasional
much-proclaimed movement
of the libraries, no one is
really very greatly con-
cerned to interfere with
them. Anyhow, the truth
about Mr. HEWLETT'S cen-
tral figure is that he was a
cad ; that he was a senti-
mental egoist as well does
not alter this primal fact
about him. After a boyhood
during which his character
causes a good deal of well-
founded uneasiness to the
authorities, he runs away
from home and becomes
first an actor, then (sounding
deeper depths) a popular
novelist. It is in this capa-
city, as the idol of society,
that he is brought into
contact with his soul-mate,
who is, as you might expect, already the wife of another.
Honestly, what I think must have 'been the matter with
Hugh Middlecomb was a too-fervent admiration for the
heroes of Messrs. H. G. WELLS and COMPTON MACKENZIE.
This may explain his taking his bruised spirit to Cornwall
in the final book, and thus giving his own author the oppor-
tunity for some pleasant descriptive writing. To be fair, the
story has also some good passages of stage and journalistic
life ; but, on tho whole, I hardly found myself in agreement
with Mr. HEWLETT about its importance.
From an account of an E.S.P.C.A. prosecution in The
Liverpool Evening Express : —
"Mr. J. B. Marston, of Mold, defended, and stated that tho mare
long with ethers was travelling to Chester, when a motor passed
and scared all tho horses, which jumped about, and the mare in
question got knocked down and thus received the injury.
A large body of evidence was called for the defence.''1
This would no doubt be the body of the mare, the animal
having been destroyed previous to the police court proceed-
ings. (Our contemporary's actual words are " tho Mayor
was destroyed," but no doubt its reporter rot a wren*
imniv,^;™ ~f ,,,v,^ u,j happened).
Professional Palmist (absently). "THE MOUNT OF JUPITEB is IVE-
MAIIKABLY DEVELOPED. IT DENOTES AN EXCESSIVE LOVE OF TOWEH,
AND EXTBEME EGOTISM."
DKCEMHEK 24, 1913.]
PUNCH, OR THE LONDON CIIAIUVAIir.
519
CHARIVARIA.
Tin; Emperor MKNKLIK has died
again. Ho never quite rallied from
Iris previous deaths.
The KAIKEU'S dislike of the Tango is
well-known. His Majesty, who has
recently been suffering from a cold, has
now insisted on the CIIOWN PRINCE
ceasing to be a Danzig man.
Seizures of rifles continue to bo made
in Ulster. It is said that the
Government intend, if they catch
suilicient, to re-arm our Terri-
torials with 'them.
Wo understand that not only is
there to be no postal strike just
now, but the men do not even
propose to show their dissatisfac-
tion with present conditions by
refusing to accept Christmas
boxes. ... *
A Norwood lady has left £800
in Consols to her dog. This is a
striking commentary on the loss
of prestige suffered by what was
once our premier security.
A pathetic incident is reported
in connection with the purchase
of the Duke of BEDFORD'S Covent
Garden estate. " Had I known,"
said an aged and wealthy burglar,
with tears in his eyes, " that Bow
Street Police Court was for sale
I would have bought the thing my-
self and razed it to the ground."
From New York comes a talc of the
sale of a husband for a gold bracelet.
As a husband ourselves wo are pleas-
antly surprised to learn that wo still
have a value. Heaven grant that the
bracelet was not of rolled gold !
::; i -:
We have noticed as part of the Christ-
mas window display in a number of
shops a fall of snow with exactly the
same distance between each flake and
its neighbours. This well-drilled snow
must come, we fancy, from Germany.
A HOUSEHOLD BOON.
"Bi'T how cm I toll you of anything
1 want," said Philip peevishly, " when
I've got two of even thing, except
razors, and seven of those, three safeties
and four ordinary ones?"
" Hut aren't there any little patent
contrivances I could give
make for man's comfort
you
and
that
con-
" The various leaseholders on
the estate," says The Pall Malll
Gazette, " were unaware of the i
transaction until it wasj
announced in the Press, but they | /
will, of course, remain unaffected."
Certainly if they weren't affected
when they had a Duke for a
landlord it is unlikely that they
will put on airs when his place
is, taken by a Commoner.
After the recent confusion between
the names of the two plays, Love and
Laughter and The Laughing Husband,
we are not surprised that a muddle-
headed friend of ours should have
asked us the other day whether we had
seen Wu 's the Lady ? "
* , *
JACK JOHNSON'S motor-car ran into a
gate at a level crossing near Montreuil
last week, and the negro boxer was
badly punished about the head. The
gate, it is said, is to be adorned with
First Urchin. " Yus, I oni-wi'S BBS ONE o' THESE 'ERE
SHOWS IS WOETH ' ABF-A-VOZEH OF THE OLD PUNCH AND
JUDYS."
venience '! " pleaded Muriel.
"Oh, plenty," lie replied. "A jmtent
bootlace, for instance, that does itself
up; a patent letter-answerer, or a
patent razor that shaves me while
1 sleep. Those are the only kind
of things I should find useful, ;'/"
you could yet them."
Muriel stared at the fire and
deliberated.
"Very well," she said hope-
fully. " I "11 see what I can do."
On Christmas morning Philip
found a so!t parcel by his plate
and Muriel looking at him with
suppressed emotion.
" That," she said, " is a patent
contrivance which guarantees you
a good start for every day and
adds to the happiness of the
whole household in consequence
— is that the kind of thing you
wanted? "
" Just," said Philip, smiling
incredulously as he drew forth
about four yards of green silk
cord. " But how does it work ? "
" You stretch it along one side
of your bed, from the head to the
foot."
" What for?"
" Stops you getting out the
wrong side ! "
More Schoolboy Howlers.
From a paper on MILTON : —
"Milton wrote Thomas Antagonist.
Amaryllis is a name given to Milton's
Tutor at Cambridge."
the inscription,
JOHNSON."
' I knocked out JACK
We hear that, since the return of the
prodigal " Monna Lisa," other female
portraits in the Louvre have been
making some very catty remarks.
* *
The entire Press will suspend publi-
cation on Christmas Day, and an ap-
peal is made to events of importance
"The afternoon hunt from Clove-
wood was over the vale to the Hangings,
and on over the hill to Yatesbury, where
hounds were beaten."
Those which escaped the hangings, no
doubt ; but surely they deserved to be
spared. __
" Both streams are clear and in fair order.
Grayling have been rising at midday." — Field.
They 11 never catch the early worm if
to make this experiment a success by tney get Up 8O late.
kindly not happening just then
The Pan - American Association, a
Another daring Theft.
Perugia states that the Louvre has been
cable tells us, is considering plans for i ;n his room in Paris for the past two years."
the erection of the tallest building in the
world. The Association evidently does
not know that the tallest building in
the world has already been erected.
Can he not be
Sunday Chronicle.
persuaded to come
over to England and steal the Albert
Memorial ?
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PUNCH, OR THE LONDON CHAE1VAKI. [DECEMBER 24, 1913.
THE NEW LORD OF COVENT GARDEN.
!Mn. MAi.L.tiiY-DEELEy's purchase of a large slice of the
Dul.-i' of ]}i-:i>ronn'n London property has made him
tin- Press-hero of the week.]
I SING to your superb renown,
MALLABY-DEELEY,
Whoso narao like thunder shakes the Town,
MALLABY-DEELEY,
To whose exploit The Times has lent
As much of space as might bs spent
Upon a shattering World-Event,
MALLABY-DEELEY.
Others have waked in quiet beds,
MALLABY-DEELEY,
With sudden haloes round their heads,
MALLABY-DEELEY,
But none of all historic feats
(Concerned with liquid lucre) beats
Your scoop of six-and-twenty streets,
MALLABY-DEELEY.
Alone you did it, so you state,
MALLABY-DEELEY,
Unbolstered by a syndicate,
MALLABY-DEELEY ;
Simply, while walking down the Strand,
You found some millions loose "in hand
And thought you 'd buy a ilittle land,
...... . . MALLABY-DEELEY.
A hobby, and, to you, I guess,
MALLABY-DEELEY,
Not worth recording in the Press,
MALLABY-DEELEY ;
You must have been surprised to trace
What was alleged to be your face
Advertised all about the place,
MALLABY-DEELEY'.
Such is true greatness: like the air,
MALLABY-DEELEY,
It breathes its benison unaware,
MALLABY-DEELEY ;
This princely deed by which you won
A splendour second to the sun —
You hardly noticed it was done,
MALLABY-DEELEY.
And, as you tread your Covent Mart,
MALLABY-DEELEY,
Breaking each apple- woman's heart,
MALLABY-DEELEY,
Their flattering notes will be ignored
When buxom breasts with one accord
Cry out: "There goes our Garden's lord,"
MALLABY-DEELEY.
Yet every pumpkin I explore,
MALLABY-DEELEY,
Will have your savour at its core,
MALLABY-DEELEY,
And when, to crown my homely meal,
The Eibston pippin sheds its peel,
I shall recall your ducal deal,
MALLABY-DEELEY.
]f in my humble stall 1 sigh,
. MALLABY-DEELEY,
When Tristan still declines to die,
MALLABY-DEELEV,
I sho.ll avci't my weary view
And 'through! my glasses gaze on you
Recumbent in the BEDFORD pew, -
MALLABY-DEELEY.
And oh ! to think the selfsame school,
MALLABY-DEELEY,
Taught me to serve and you to rule,
MALLABY-DEELEY !
That, while your fame was yet a dream,
We two have oared the ambient stream
Where fair Sabrina's tresses gleam,
MALLABY-DEELEY.
In those obscure Salopian days,
MALLABY-DEELEY,
Ilyphenless both we went our ways,
'• MALLABY DEELEY ;
But if I met you now — a god,
And I the merest worm (or clod) —
I know I should not dare to nod,
MALLABY-DEKLEY.
O. S.
CHRISTMAS- SUPERSTITIONS.
(With apologies to our contemporaries.)
• NOTHING is more interesting or (to the journalist hack)
more profitable than a comparative study of the many
quaint and old-world beliefs concerning the present festive
season that still linger in various places.
Thus in certain districts of Northumberland it is con-
sidered very unlucky to eat crab on Christmas Eve that has
been boiled more than three weeks. If mince-pies be taken
at the same meal the danger is supposed to be increased.
There are many legends of persons who disregarded this
tradition and perished miserably.
In some villages of the Lower Danube the peasants say
that, if a householder takes a large pail of dirty water to his
bedroom and leaves it all night upon the window-sill, it
discourages the Herald Angels from singing outside his
house on Christmas Eve.
" The mouth that is opened too wide at Christmas stays
open for long," runs a Turkish proverb, based upon the story
of the Sultan who broke five front teeth on his plum-pudding,
and had to spend the next fortnight with his dentist.
Among the natives of the Gold Coast there is a saying
that, if a dog howl all night on Christmas Eve, a stranger
will come in the morning. Curiously enough much -the same
tradition is found in Acton and Baling, with the difference
that there the stranger is the next-door neighbour.
One of the most extraordinary beliefs to be found any-
where at the present day is the conviction amongst the
inhabitants of Fleet Street that Christmas really comes at
the beginning of November. The quaint ceremonial,
observed about this date, of " Bringing out the Christmas
Number," is evidence of this superstition, the origin of which
is lost in the mists of obscurity.
The Descent of Man.
Latest type (commonly found in ballrooms).— The Orangoutangorilla.
"During the evening the chair of All Souls', South Hampstead,
sang a few carols." — Era.
This must be one of the musical chairs we have often heard of.
PUNCH, OR THE LONDON CHARIVARI.— DKCKMUKR 24, 1913.
SOLD OUT.
FATHBB CHBISTMAS (in COMB* Garden). "GOT ANY HOLLY AND MISTLETOE FOR ME?"
DUKE OF BEDFORD. "SORRY, SIR, I'M OFF. NOTHING LEFT BUT STRAWBERRY LEAVES.
DECEMBER 24, 1913.]
PUNCH, OR THE LONDON CM Alt IV. MM.
523
MONNA LISA"
MAN WHO
AND THE
KNEW.
IT is not often that anything happens
in Europe or America without liar-
berry getting to know the why and
how of it. The fall of a government,
the crumbling of a monarchy, may be
due to causes hidden from the common
eye, but not from Barberry's. The
most impregnable mysteries keep open
house to Harberry. Allow him time
and he will give you three explanations
of any one you name, each more im-
peccably authenticated than the last,
and all mutually exclusive.
llarberry was, I believe, the first
person in Europe — at all events the
first innocent person— to know exactly
what had become of the " Monna
Lisa" after her disappearance from the
Louvre. The thief, it appeared, was —
well, there was no need to name him —
but he was a very high official among
the Louvre hierarchy, and his wife's
extravagance in dress was a by-word
in three capitals. In the meantime
"it" had been bought by an English
grocer.
It was next Spring that I met Har-
berry again. He was just back from
New York.
" Most extraordinary thing about
' La Gioconda,' " he observed in the
course of conversation.
" Oh ? " I asked. " Anything new ? "
" Well," he said, " I suppose you
know where it is ? "
"Not absolutely for certain," I re-
plied, "but I understood from you "
"Oh, that story last September?
That was only a dealer's rumour. But
do you mean to say they haven't heard
tho truth on this side of the Atlantic
yet?"
I intimated that Europe sat in dark-
ness.
" Why, it was stolen by a down-
town gang of New York cracksmen
for X. — he mentioned a world-famed
multi-millionaire — and now he's got
the thing framed up in a little private
gallery of his own, and spends hours a
day cooped up with it, simply gazing
at it. He has a whole staff of pri-
vate detectives to watch it ; and he 's
sent nearly half-a-million hush-money
to the Louvre people to keep them
quiescent."
I bowed amazed credulity. The
crime of X. held the field until the
Summer of 1913.
Meeting Harberry casually, I gleaned
my usual harvest of first-hand inter-
national secrets.
" Anything new about ' La Gio-
conda'?" I asked, when his confidences
drew to a close. "I suppose it's the
most astounding theft —
Mrs. Briijgs. "So THEBE 's SOT OOISG ro BE A POSTAL STRIKE: AFTEB ALT., Mas.
JOHNSON."
Mrs. Johnson (remembering tli£ Coal Strike). "WELL, YOU SEVEB CAN TELL BCT^WUAT
IT MAY COME AT ANY MOMENT ; BO I SHALL LAY IN A GOOD STOCK OF ETAUP8 NOW."
"Theft?" thundered Harberry.
" There never was a theft. I tell you
every official in the Louvre wants
hanging. That picture never left the
galleries. They were trying on some
new way of cleaning which the Curator
thought he 'd invented, and simply
rotted the surface off the thing. And
now the canvas is lying in the Depart-
mental offices — along with the missing
parts of the ' Milo ' ; and there it '11
lie for evermore. It 's nothing short of
an international scandal."
It was a few days after the recovery
of the picture that I ran across Har-
bevry once more.
He seemed a trifle more subdued
than usual, and, beyond the compara-
tively unimportant fact that WELLS
hod been drugged, he had little to
communicate.
" What do you think about tho
Gioconda ' now ? " I was tempted to
ask.
He came nearer blushing than I had
thought possible to him.
" Think about it," he said. " I think
it 's a devilish clever business — copied
right down to the scratches. But if
France is satisfied I suppose the rest of
the world has no right to complain."
" What can a woman do against a burly-
ruffian who without any ceremony proceeds
to prise tho jewels from her like carbuncles
from a fishing smack? "—Globe.
Answer. Explain to him the difference
between a carbuncle and a barnacle.
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PUNCH, OK THE LONDON CHARIVARI. [DKCEMBEB 34. 1913.
ORGANISED HOSPITALITY.
IN view of tho unqualified success of
tho recent banquets to M. ANATOLE
FKAXCH and Dr. GEORGE BISAXDES, it
is proposed to form a permanent com-
mittee of what might be called Enlir-
pn nfurs of Cullure, whose doty it shall
be from time to time to select foreigners
of distinction worthy of being feasted
in this country and to arrange for a
fitting ceremonial, thus relieving Mr.
EDMUND GOSSE of more hard \vork than
ought to fall on any one man, however
willing ho may be.
A preliminary meeting to this end
was held last week at the Cafe Royal,
at which the chair was taken by Sir
SIDNEY LEE. After having outlined
the objects of the gathering, tho Chair-
man added that it was held that in tho
future every effort should ba made to
avoid what he might
call an cmbarras de
richcsse, such as had
distinguished some re-
cent manifestations of
cordiality. It might not
bo generally known that,
while M. ANATOLE
FRANCE was in London,
the great Danish critic,
Dr. GEORGE BRANDES,
who had but just been
put through the same
ordeal, was still with us,
but wholly in retirement ;
while no one could have
helped noticing that
M. GEORGES CARPENTIER
was also gathering
laurels on one of the
nights that should have
to be hoped so.
know ; but ib was
(General applause.)
Sir E. KAY LANKESTKU rose to know
if Americans were to he included among
tho guests.
The Chairman said that that question
raised a delicate point. There was one
writer who, if he were still an American,
would naturally be tho first to be asked ;
but as no one quite, knew whether he
was or not, and his own reply to a
request for information left the* matter
so much more vague than before — he
referred to Mr. HKNKY JAMES (wild ex-
citement)— it was thought that for the
present America had batter be excluded.
Sir E. KAY LANKESTER said lie
thought the decision was a pity as it
shut out Mr. SILAS K. HOCKING.
Sir WILLIAM ROBERTSON NICOLL rose
to point out that Mr. HOCKING was an
Englishman.
THE OLD-FASHIOSED CHRISTMAS-CARD
WAS CHEEKING.
BUT THE MODERN KIND CAN HARDLY
BE DESCRIBED AS JOLLY.
Mr. JOHN LANK said that he was
sorry that ho had no guest to propose
M. FRANCE was tho only superlatively
great French author on his list.
Mr. DUCKWORTH stated that he coult
offer no suggestion as he had ascer-
tained that DOSTOIEVSKY was dead.
Mr. HEINEIIANN said he did not see
why retrospective enthusiasm shoulc
not be indulged. After all, one conic
cat as good a dinner to a great man's
memory as in a great man's presence
He thought that a TOLSTOI or TOUR-
GENIEFF dinner would bo equally de-
lightful.
Sir THOMAS LIPTON said that it was
a crying shame that so many of the
greatest authors wore dead. lie would
enormously have liked to meet GOETHE ;
and might the best man win 1 (Cheers.)
He could think of no name to suggest
to the meeting.
The Chairman here
interposed to point out
that the purpose of the
meeting was not to find
suitable guests, but to
form a permanent corn-
mitteo for hospitality.
He would ask for names
for that committee.
Omnes : " Sir THOMAS
BARCLAY." (Cheers.)
In the course of a few
stormy hours the com-
mittee was formed, con-
sisting of the Chairman
himself, Sir THOMAS
BARCLAY, Mr. GOSSE and
Sir JOSEPH LYONS. The
meeting then dispersed.
been tho sole perquisite of M. FRANCE.
It was felt that such a deplorable state
of things must never occur again. One
at a time must be the rule, and what-
ever arrangements were made as to
hospitality they must always be con-
ditioned by the programme of the
National Sporting Club. (Loud a
plause.)
Sir TuoMAa BARCLAY said that _.
leader in The Times had suggested that
a dinner was not the best form of
sntertainment to which to invite these
honoured guests. Speaking from his
own riot trifling experience as a host of
men of genius, he could sav that it was
(Cheers.)
Lieut.-Col. NEWNHAM-DAVIS rose to
know whether there was likely to be
any reciprocity in these matters. Were
corresponding societies being formed in,
say, Paris, Rome, Berlin or Copenhagen,
or the entertainment of distinguished
Englishmen? He asked only for in-
ormation.
The Chairman said that he did not
Sir E. RAY LANKESTER. " Then he
has no right to be — not with a name
like that ! " (Cries of Order.)
Mr. CLEMENT SHORTER (author of
Giotto and his Circle) rose to ask if it
were not possible to extend the word
foreigner, which now meant chiefly a
European, to include the Scotch. If
so, he begged to propose the name of
Sir WILLIAM ROBERTSON NICOLL as a
fitting guest for the society. It was
monstrous that so illustrious a man as
Sir WILLIAM had had to wait so long
for such an honour.
Mr. H. G. SELFRIDGE said that he
was for fair play and no favour. (Cheers.)
Having recently honoured a Dane and
a Frenchman, he thought we ought to
look next to Italy. Wasn't there some
one named CORELLI ?
Sir CLAUDE PHILLIPS begged to sug-
gest the name of VINCENZO PERUGIA.
He was worthy of the highest honour
for having shown himself better able
to take care of LEONARDO'S " Monna
Lisa " than the Louvre was.
Further Decline in the Aristocracy.
"A large row of pink carls worth £5,000
and belonging to a well-known lady of the old
French nobility has boon restored to her."
South Walts Echo.
" Sheriff Fyfe said that this was a case of
garrotting, a form of crime with which he had
no sympathy." — Scotsman.
Sheriff FYFE gives us the impression of
a narrow-minded man.
" REECE v. HABVERSON.
A kiss closed Harvorson's career at 27."
The Sportsman.
Another promising young life cut short
— but what a romantic end !
Magisterial Lore.
"A poor mother summoned at North
London yesterday for not sending children to
school pleaded that she had a family of
thirteen, and that it was very difficult to get
them all ready at tho proper time.
The Magistrate : Thirteen children. It is a
case of Mother Hubbard." — Daily News.
Thirteen children
Mother Hubbard!
and a dog ;
poor
DECEMBER 24. 1913.] PUNCH, OR THE LONDON CHARIVARI.
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Son of the House (collaring joyous guest). "Loott HEBE, Yon JICS'S'T ESJOY YOUBSELF AS MUCH AS TIIAT!
DAY PABTY I "
THIS is Mr BIBTH-
THE BIRD, THE BOUGH AND THE BARD.
(A lievcrie of Bliyhtcd Love.)
The moons went by without a word
To ease my amorous care ;
December brought the well-stuffed bird
But not the faithless fair.
I wrote. She answered mo, the minx,
" Have sworn to marry H. J. Binka."
Whether she did I never heard;
I left the business there.
I CANNOT pass the poulterers' shops
And notice how they hang them o'er
With evergreens from brake and copse,
Without becoming sore;
Such transports to my mind they bring
Of bitter-sweet remembering,
A savour just like acid-drops
Of hours that are no more.
'Twas springtide in the verdant dell
(The date I can't exactly fix),
When I was courting Amabel
Whose size in gloves was six ;
Gold-haired, I think, but this I know —
We came across some mistletoe
In a wet garth where ran pell-mell
A troop of turkey-chicks.
And there I vowed a deathless flanio,
And she, the siren, turned her head,
Swore she preferred her maiden name,
Then, soltening and grown red,
" When yonder bough hangs in the hall.
When yonder poults get plump and fall,
Ask me once more," she cooed with shame.
" Done with you, girl ! " I said.
But underneath the Yule-tide bough
I stood, a fool forlorn and sad ;
What comfort were its berries now ?
They simply made me mad.
Most vile and parasitic growth,
Fit emblem of a perjured troth 1
I still got vexed when thinking how
Supremely I was had 1
And, when they twine the turkey's bier
With golden leaves for kinglihood,
I always stand and shed a tear . . .
But, having wept and stood,
I always smile again ; for, though
That girl was false as mistletoe,
Tnrkeys I recollect that year
Were good, uncommon good.
EVOE.
PUNCH, OR THE LONDON CHARIVARI.
[DECEMBER 24, 1913.
DISAPPOINTMENT.
MY young friend Bobby (now in tin
early thirteens) has been making bis
plans for the Christinas holidays. Ho
communicated them to me in a lettoi
from school : —
" I am going to write an opera in
the holidays with a boy i-alir-d Short, a
very great and confident friend of mine
here. I um doing the wo:ds and Short
is doing the music. \Vo have already
got tho title; it is called 'Disappoint-
ment.' "
l.'^t we.k, on his relum to town, ho
came to sco mo at my club, and when
iht1 \\ailer had brought in drinks, and
1'oMiy hail refused a cigar, I lighted
up and prepared to talk shop. His
recent discovery that I writo too leads
him to treat mo with more respect than
formerly.
" Now then," I said, " tell mo about
it. How 's it going on ? "
" Oo, 1 haven't done much yet," said
Bobby. " But I '\e got the plot."
"Let's have it."
Bobby unfolded it rapidly.
" Well, you see, there 's a chap called
Tommy — he 's the hero — and he 's just
come back from Oxford, and he 's
awfully good-looking and decent and
all that, and he's in love with Felicia,
you see, and there 'a another chap called
Eeynolds, and, you see, Felicia 's really
the same as Phyllis, who's going to
marry Samuel, and that 's the dis-
appointment, because Tommy wants
to inarry her, you see."
" I see. That ought to be all right.
You could almost get two operas out
of that."
"Oo, do you think so?"
"Well, it depends how much Eey-
nolds comes in. You didn't tell me
what happened to him. Does he marry
anybody?"
"Oo, no. He comes in because
I want somebody to tell the audience
about Tommy when Tommy isn't
there."
(How well Bobby has caught the
dramatic idea.)
I see. He ought to be very useful."
" You see, tho first Act 's in a very-
grand restaurant, and Tommy comes
in to have dinner, and ho explains to
Eeynolds how he met Felicia on a
boat, and she 'd lost her umbrella, and
he said, 'Is this your umlrjlla?' and
it was, and they began to talk to each
)ther, and then he was in love with
her. And then ho goes out, and then
Reynolds tells the audience what an
awfully decent chap Tommy is."
" Why does ho go out?"
"Well, you see, Eeynolds couldn't
(ell everybody what an awfully decent
chap lominy is if Tommy was there."
(You see how Bobby has mastered
tho technique of the stage,)
" And where 's Felicia all this time ? "
" Oo, sho doesn't come on. She's
in the country with Samuel. You see,
the second Act is a grand country
wedding, and Samuel and Phyllis are
married, and Tommy is one of tho
i, and ho 's very unhappy, but ho
ti'ii's not to show it, and ho shoots
himself."
" Eeynolds is there too, I suppose?"
" Oo, 1 don't know yet."
(He'll have to be, of course. He'll
bo wanted to tell the audience how
unhappy Tommy is.)
" And how does it end ? " I asked.
" Well, you see, when tho wedding's
over, Tommy sings a song about Felicia,
and it ends up ' Felicia, Felicia, Felicia,"
getting higher each time — Short has to
lo that part, of course, but I 've told ;
lira about it — and then the curtain
:omes down."
" I see. And has Short written any
of the music yet? "
" Ho 's got some of the notes. You
see, I 've only just got the plot, and
. 'vo written about two pages. I 'm
writing it in an exercise-book."
A shadow passed suddenly across the
.uthor's brow.
" And the sickening thing," he said,
.3 he leant back in his chair and
sipped his ginger-beer, " is that on the
cover of it I 've spelt Disappointment
with two ' s's.' "
(The troubles of this literary life !)
" Sickening," I agreed.
If there is one form of theft utterly
unforgivable it is the theft by a writer
of another writer's undeveloped ideas.
Borrow the plot of Sir J. M. BAEEIE'S
last play, and you do him no harm ; you
only write yourself down as a plagiarist.
But listen to the scenario of his next
play (if he is kind enough to read it to
you) and write it up before he has time
to develop it himself, and you do him
a grievous wrong; for you fix the
charge of plagiarism on him. Surely,
you say, no author could sink so low-
as this.
And yet, when I got home, tho plot
of " Disappointment " (with one " s ")
so took hold of me that I did the unfor-
givable thing ; I went to my desk and
j wrote the opera. I make no excuses
for myself. I only point out that
Bobby's opera, as performed at Coven t
Garden in Italian, with Short's music
conducted by BICHTER, is not likely to
be belittled by anything that I may
write here. I have only written in
order that I may get the scenario—
which had begun to haunt mo— off my
chest. Bobby, I know, will understand
and forgive; Short I have not yet had
the pleasure of meeting, but I believe
he is smaller than Bobby.
ACT I.
^ SCENE — .-1 grand restaurant. Enter
Tommy, a very handsome man, just back
from Oxford.
Tommy sings :—
Felicia, I love you,
By all tho stars above you
1 swear you shall be mine ! —
And HOW I 'm going to dine.
[He sits down and ordirs a bottle of
ginger-beer and seme mcnngnes.
Waiter. Your dinner, Sir.
Tommy. Thank you. And would you
ask Mr. Eeynolds to come in, if you see
him ? (To the au'licnce) A week ago I
was crossing the Channel— (enter Rey-
nolds}— Oh, here you are, Eeynolds 1 I
was just saying that a week ago I
was crossing the Channel when I saw
tho most beautiful girl J have ever St'en
who had lost her umbrella. I said,
" Excuse me, but is this your umbrella? "'
She said, "Yes." Eeynolds, I sat
down and fell in love with her. Her
name was Felicia. And now I must
go and see about something. [Exit.
Eeynolds. Poor Tommy ! An awfully
decent chap if ever there was one. But
he will never marry Felicia, because 1
happen to know her real name is
Phyllis, and she is engaged to Samuel.
(Recitative.)
She is engaged to Samuel. Poor Tommy,
He docs not know she 's fond of Siimucl.
He will be disappointed when he knows.
CURTAIN.
ACT II.
SCENE — A beautiful country u-cdding.
Tommy (in pew nearest door, lo
Eeynolds). Who 's the bride?
Reynolds. Phyllis. She's marrying
Samuel.
Enter Bride.
Tommy. Heavens, it 's Felicia !
Reynolds (to audience}. Poor Tommy !
How disappointed he must be! (A on I)
Yes, Felicia and Phyllis are really the
same girl. She 's engaged to Samuel.
Tommy. Then I cannot many her !
Reynolds. No.
Tommy sings : —
Good-bye, Felicia, good-bye,
1 'm awfully disappointed, I
Am now, in fact, about to die,
Felicia, Felicia, Felicia !
[Shoots himself.
CURTAIN.
That is how I see it. But no
doubt Bobby and Short, when they
really get to work, will make some-
thing better of it. It is an engaging
theme, but of course tho title wants to
bo spelt properly. A. A. M.
DECEMBER 24, 1913.]
PUNCH, OR THE LONDON" CHARIVARI.
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ONCE UPON A TIME.
BIIKATIIING SPACE.
ONCK upon a timo there was nn old
I ii I'M a nt- -a leal veteran who hud conn:
victorious out of ninny battues. Not
perhaps wholly r.n scathed, for his tail
was no longer llio streaming meteoric
plume tlnit it onco had been, but sound
in wind and limh.
No olio kiusw his lordship's ;;
so well as ho, so often had he
UK in in tin: COVeitS : eld Sir Mark, who
had an arm-chair at tho anglo of tho
two host drives; Sir llumphry, with
his eternal cigaivUo in the long gold
tnlio; tho reel faced O.;lonel, who
always shot too late; the purplo-fac, d
Major, who always s'.iot to > soon; t':e
smiling agent, who would so tactfully
disown a bud whenever it stemed
politic; and all tho rest of them.
How tho vote; an rocketer had escaped
ho could not say, hut shoot alter shoot
found him still robust and elusive,
while his relations were falling all
around, some, to their dying satisfac-
tion, thudding into the features of their
assassins.
One morning three young pheasants
came Hying up to their Nestor in a state
of nervous excitement.
"Quick! quick!" they said, "the
gentlemen are leaving tho Hall. Tell
us where to go to he safe."
"Go?" said the old bird. "Don't
go anywhere. Stay where you are."
" 13ut they 're coming this way,"
said the young pheasant--. "They've
got the same clothes ou."
" Lot them come," said tho old bird.
"There's no danger. Why don't you
use your ears? "
" What do you mean ? " they asked.
" Listen," said the old bird. " What
is that sound? "
"It's too gentle for guns," said the
young pheasants meditatively.
"Yes," said the old bird. "That's
church bells. It means they 're going
to play golf."
L 'Illustration on Paris : —
"N'cwt il pa*, ne sera-t-il p.is oncoro long
temps, et toujours, e-perons-lc, conime centn
iiquo et centre d'art the beast in tin
Tliis shows the dangers of tho entente
cordialc. Fifteen years ago tho wnter
would have said it quite comfortably in
his own language.
Science for the Home.
'•M. Bimau-Varilla claims that with his
tn,')n'il,)-sli;i|>cd h od tho resistance of the air
i; practically nullified. Tho-io present noticed
that a match, lighted just behind tho machine
when iu full course, burned as if in a vacuum."
Eaily TeUgraph.
This must mean that it went out. M.
BUNAU-V.UULLA will have to try again.
'I SAY — ER— DO YOU KKF.P ANY MEN'S TOYS.'"
NATUEE STUDIES.
Tin: AMATEUR ACTOR.
THIS common but entertaining little
creature will well repay observation.
The present is one of the best periods
of the year for such a purpose, as it
has been proved that tho tsvo seasons
when it flourishes and propagates most
abundantly are tho weeks about Christ-
mas and those immediately preceding
Lsnt. With tho approach of warm
evenings it usually retires into com-
parative obscurity.
In its habits this biped presents
several strongly marked characteristics.
Its chief distinction is the employment
of what is known to naturalists as Pro-
tective mimicry. Thus the same speci-
men may frequently be found to simu-
late at onetime SirGEOBOBAliBXANDEB,
and at another Mr. EDMUND PAYXI:,
according to circumstances. This habit
is not only employed for protection,
but may very often be used for purposes
of offence. Wo have seen an amateur
imitation of Sir HKUUF.KT TKKF, that
was most offensive. On the
hand, the amateur, especially the female
variety, is often both docile and en-
gaging in manner, ai:d may form a
perfect pet for the household. It eats
little, but usually drinks a lot. " Sc.-r.itch
meals" and champagne are its chief
articles of nutriment.
Should any reader be contemplating
amateur - keeping, the rules to bo
observed are very simple. A largo
empty rcom, in which they can play
about undisturbed, is the c'.ii' f requisite.
At their period of full a tivity they
take very little si ep, and th i'_ mostly
in the early mornirg. They aiv per-
fectly safe, except thut am thing like
unfavourable cr.ticism hritates them
to fren/.y, ar.d should on no account
bo permitted. With this precaution a
few of these bright little creatun
more than c -m penmate for tho expense of
upkeep, and provide a constant source
of entertainmint for a Christmas party.
'•LADY PANCEB'S SKCONP SriT."
liatlij Chronicle.
Soine lady dancers co isider even one
other unnecessary.
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PUNCH, Oil THE LONDON CHARIVARI. [DECEMBEB 21. 1913.
OUR DRILL HALL.
\fa tno>y.RSTAND THAT THIS ABMY COUNCIL HAVE WRITTEN TO THE COUNTY ASSOCIATIONS SUGGESTING THAT THEY MIGHT ADD
TO TIIKIU INCOME ISY LETTING OUT THEIB DKILL-HALLS FOB ENTEBTAINMENTS, DANCES, ETC BUT WHY NOT, AT THE SAME TIME,
ADD TO THB ATTBACTIONS OF SEBVICH IK THE TEBKITOBIAL BANKS BY LETTING THE ENTEBTAINMENTS BE GIVEN DU11ING BECBUIT DBILLS?
THE SWEETS OF SUEPEISE.
AT the recent farewell appearance of
Mr. HABBT LAUDEB at the Palace
Theatre we learn that " the popular
Scotch comedian, to his evident surprise
and gratification, was presented with
a huge wreath of laurels and whits
heather tied with a plaid ribbon."
It is pleasant to learn, on good
authority, that the lives of successful
public performers, arduous and fatiguing
thougli they may be in the main, are,
contrary to the view of cynics, largaly
redeemed by the frequent occurrence
of incidents which entirely baffle the
forecast of the most far-seeing artist.
Mr. Hardy Marvin, the famous actor-
manager,whoisnowonhispre-ante-pen-
ultimato farewell tour in the provinces,
was the recipient of a most gratifying
testimonial to his abilities at Moreton-
in-the-Marsh last week. At the close
of the performance of the romantic
drama, The Pompadour's Pet, in which
he sustains the leading rdle, loud and
repeated cries of " Speech " resounded
from all quarters of the house. The
famous histrion, who was quite over-
come with emotion, remarked that this
unprecedented demonstration, for which
he was completely unprepared, would
always remain enshrined in his memory
as one of the most reassuring evidences
of the intelligence o£ the British public.
Mr. Bamberger, the famous violinist,
at the close of one of his recitals was
asked by the headmistress of a well-
known girls' school if he would kindly
sign his name in the birthday-books of
twenty of her pupils who had attended
the concert. The famous Scoto-Semitic
virtuoso, who was evidently taken com-
pletely aback by this sudden manifes-
tation of goodwill, graciously consented
to execute the request.
Mr. Alf Abel, the illustrious novelist,
whose forthcoming romance, The Pass-
port to Paradise, has already convulsed
the literary world with palpitations of
agonised expectancy, is the subject of
a 10,000 word interview-article in the
current number of Praise to the Face.
The world -renowned writer, whose
genius is only equalled by his self-
effacement, describes him- elf as alto-
gether overwhelmed by the request of
the editor, and regrets that the lack of
notice has rendered it impossible for
him to do full justice to the occasion.
Wo understand that this defect will be
remed ed in a supplementary interview
of 20,000 words which will appear in
next week's issue of P. T. T. 1<\
A fine portrait of Miss Poppy Flipper,
the delightful soubrette, appears in last
Saturday's Giggles. Interviewed on
the subject by " Gobemouche " in
Monday's Daily Longbow, Miss Flipper
expresses the extreme surprise which
this honour has given her. " I thought
I should never get into Giggles with-
out paying £25," remarks the famous
comedienne, " and I 'm jiggered if they
didn't let me oft for ten quid."
PUNCH, OR THE LONDON CHARIVARI.— DKOEMBEH 24, 1913.
IL GIOCONDO.
THE ENIGMATIC SMILE OF THIS OLD MASTER DISTINGUISHES IT FROM THAT
OTHEB NATIONAL TREASURE, THE "BONAR LISA."
DECEMBER 24, 1913.] PUNCH, OR TIIK LONDON < 1 1 \ II I V \ PJ.
531
A VILLAGE POET.
Ills was tlio red-roofed corner shop
(They pulled it down to build tbc
station)
Into whoso dimness one might drop
For bird's-eyo or for conversation,
And niOL't what most of us have missed
A Poet-and-Tobt>.cconist.
Delightful trades, of Heaven blent —
Tho homely, useful, aromatic,
With the diviiio, Olympian-lent,
The serviccabb with the Attic;
'Twasgo;;d to meet a man whose views
Combined Tobacco and the Muso.
I do not mean to say you 'd call
My friend a SHAKBPEABEOr aMlLTONJ
He liked to write, and, after all,
That 's what the Iliad was built on.
If HOUKK'S job bad been no joy
To HOMED, who 'd have heard of Troy ?
Tho merchant first (although he found
His chief delight the reed of Thyrsis),
His navy-cut continued sound,
In fact much sounder t'tan his verses,
Although The Wealtlsmannow and then
Would print a tamplo from his psn.
Of local happenings he would sing,
Of maidens too and bow to love them ;
Ho still had heart to hail the Spring
Though bo had so-jii some fifty of
them ;
A jolly fellow, bale and stout,
Who knew of dressing flies and trout.
A desultory Unionist,
On GLADSTONE ho could "speak
satiric,"
And stop to serve an ounce of twist
Or read aloud bis latest lyric ;
Or, if that week there wasn't one,
To talk of ALFBED TENNYSON.
I recollect bow he'd applaud
(II is mind mayhap on some lost
Maliel)
The genius that created " Maud "
And sang the loves of ARTHUU'IJ
Table ;
Un wedded he — and quite content —
But very fond of sentiment.
Ah well, 'tis now this many a day
(How swiftly do the seasons pass us)
He 's dolled, as bo 'd have said, the clay
And gone to lind bis loved Par-
nassus :
The gods of all the mysteries
Bo good to him where'er ho is.
II:s memory's green, his face stands
out
Amid a score of friendly face;?,
Cheery as then, nor do I doubt
Ho sojourns in congenial places,
Where on bis 'oily brow doth stay
Tho Weed's palo flower, tbc Poet's bay.
Quack Medicine Vendor. " HIUIK YOU AEI-, GENTS, SIXPENCE A BOTTLE. FOUNDED ON
THE RESEARCHES OF MODERN 6CIKNCE. WllEKK SHOULD WE Hi; WITHOUT SCIKXCK?
AT THE HANCIE.NT BRITONS. THEY HADN'T GOT HO SCIENCE, ASD WHERE ABB THEY?
DEAD AND BURIED, EVI:RY ONE OF "F,M."
THE BULBARIUM.
" HOORAY ! " shouted my cousin
George Biilin, rising to greet me as i
I entered his sitting-room. " You 're
the very man 1 'm looking for. You 're
just in timo to help with my bul- 1
barium i "
" Your what ? " I enquired, with par-
donable curiosity.
"Reginald, your classical education
has been sadly neglected. Bulbarium !
[is a term of Latin origin, derived from '
tho two words Indbits, a bulb, and ;
ariuin, an area or place, signifying a
place for bulbs, a bulbary. These," he
continued, pointing to two lai gj round-
shouldered sacks leaning wearily against
tho coalscuttle — " these are the supplies j
of moss-fibre and crushed oyster-shell. •
Hero arc tho bulbs"- — bo indicated a
number of paj.rr bags with white labels,
carefully arranged upon the writing-
table. " And if you '11 follow me down
to tho telephone-room 1 '11 show you
about forty vases, howls po's and
soup-tureens which I have prep. IP il
for their reception."
1 have always entertained a morbid
dislike of telephone-rooms, but I meekly
accompanied my cousin downstairs.
On tho floor of a chill and c-h>
apartment on the ground l!oor stood a
largo bath containing a tin water-can,
while all around was ranged row upon
row of empty jars of every dimension.
"Are >ou going to have a bath?" I
innocently inquired.
"No, no," my cousin answered testily;
" that 's what we mix the compost in."
532
PUNCH, OR THE LONDON CHARIVARI. [DECEMBEB 24, 1913.
"Mix the what?"
"Compost: the technical term for
moss or cocoanut fibre."
"Oh, I see. But why not call it
moss or ccco.inut-fibrc '.' "
George ignoied my question. " I 'vo
borrowed Mother's hip-bath," ho said.
" I don't believe sho wants it a bit —
hips have gone completely out of
fashion this year— and it's the very
tiling for the' job. l!y the way." lie
added, " I wisli you 'd be an angel
"No," I intenuptcd firmly, "I utterly
decline to be an angel. From earliest
childhood experience has taught me
that tho angelic function invariably
entails running upstairs and fetching
something, and 1 'in much too old to
run anywhere."
"Oh, very well, "be sighed resignedly,
"I suppose I must go
myself. Don't touch
anythin0 till I come
back."
George was only
away about three
minutes (during which
I successfully resisted
tho temptation to touch
his mother's hip-bath),
and returned laden with
the two sacks that I
had already noticed in
his sitting-room.
" 1 've brought a book
of the rules, too," he
remarked, "so that we
shan't do anything
silly."
" Speak for yourself,"
I said, " personally "
My sentence was
never completed.
"Look out! Stand
clear of the gate!" shouted George, as
with a vigorous heave he emptied the
contents of the sacks into the bath.
For a few moments the atmosphere
was filled with thick yellow dust, and
my eyes and lungs were choked with it.
"Mow then, look alive," he added
peremptorily, " we must do this thing
properly. You roll up your sleeves
and churn the fibre and the shell
together while I keep tiie mixture damp
with water from the can."
As I surveyed the condition of my
fingers after a few minutes of this
churning exercise I could not help re-
calling the beautiful old poem beginning :
" There is a garden in her face,
Where roses and white lilies grow,"
and wondering whether any modern
bard might possibly be inspired to
similar flights of fancy by tho garden
in my nails ; but I knew it would be
useless to try to explain such senti-
mental thoughts to George.
He was studying a small pink
pamphlet he had produced from his
pocket, and his brow was furrowed
with caro.
"I hops you're not letting me put
in too much water," ho suddenly re-
marked. " It says hero that about four
quarts to the half-bushel is enough."
" My dear George," I expostulated,
" I may know how much a quart is,
but how on earth am I to tell what
half a bushel is like?"
" They don't seem to have taught
you anything at all at Eton," he com-
plained. " Surely you remember your
table of avoirdupois? Two pecks one
gallon — er — two gallons one peck
Wait a minute. It '11 come back to me
directly. Two pecks one bushel; two
bushels one rod, pole or perch ; two
rods, poles or perches, one "
CHRISTMAS EVE.
Nutty Cousin from Toicn. "I SAY, EDWARD, I WISH YOU'D LEND ME A PAIR
OP YOUR RODGH SOCKS. MrNE ARE ALL RATHER NICE ONES, AND I DON'T WANT
TO GET THEM TORN WITH SOMEONE TBYING TO SHOVE A CLOCK-WORK ENGINE OB
A CAMERA INTO THEM."
At that moment a large lump of
soaring fibre that I was engaged in
kneading eluded my grasp and fell
over tho edge of the bath on to my
left patent-leather boot, causing me
to utter a somewhat unparliamentary
expression.
"Eeginald! I'm shocked!" said
George.
"Ell!" I repeated; "two perches
one ell ; two ells one rood "
"Oh, shut up! The compost is
ready now. Let 's fill the bowls."
My cousin held each jar in turn while
I packed it with sodden fibre, until at
last the supply of receptacles was ex-
hausted and the bath was nearly empty.
" The question now is," said George,
" where are we to put the bowls ? It
says hero"— he turned once more to
the pamphlet— "' The jars or vases
should be kept in a dark but airy cellar.
To ensure success they must have con-
stant care, like a mother gives her
young children.' "
" That 's all very well, George. I
know I 'm old-fashioned and all that,
but I must insist that very few mothers
moisten their young children and then
put them in a dark and airy cellar."
" I believe they 'd do best under
Mother's bed," said George.
" But would that bo healthy or
hygienic ? "
" For Mother, do YOU mean, or tho
bulbs?"
" For either," I said.
George was clearly more concerned
about tho bowls. " It says here," he
went on, " that they must on no
account be kept too wet, but that if
they become dry, even for half-an-
il our "
Like me," I suggested, " Mixing
fibre 's thirsty work."
" If they get dry for
even half-an-hour," ho
repeated, "they go
blind."
"That's just what I
meant."
"Yes," he continued,
"Mother's bed's, the
very place. She '11
never know."
" Poor Mother," I
could not help remark-
ing. "Butchered to
make a Roman Hya-
cinth ! "
With a great deal of
effort we carried the
bowls upstairs one by
one, and deposited them
beneath tho maternal
couch. When at last
our labours were at an
end we descended to
the Library, thankful
that our task was safely accomplished.
As we entered the room George gave
a sudden start, and his gaze became
rivetted upon the paper bags that
strewed the writing-table.
" Good lord ! " he gasped.
"What is it?"
" We Ve forgotten the bulbs I " said
George.
" The high figures that havo been given aro
due to the fact that owing to tho method of
collection through a member of the sibship
the chance of a sibship being recorded is
approximately in direct proportion to its size."
Star.
Personally, so interested are we to see
a sibship, we should record even the
smallest one to the proper authority.
" He searched his pockets for Glide's car."
" Daily Neil's " femlleton.
" No, that 's Thompson's," he said,
fingering again the one in his ticket
pocket;,"! can tell by the feel of tho
bonnet."
DECKMHER 24, 1913.] PUNCH, OR THK LONDON CIIA1UVA1U.
THE BARBER'S CHRISTMAS EVE.
The Jleadlcss Knight of (lie Clanking Chain. " HAIB cur, PLEASE."
TO A CENTENARIAN COCKATOO.
CREATURE of mystery, above whoso head
More than a hundred years, I 'm told, have sped,
Strange Bird, who should by every right bo dead,
Yet seem to all appearance just as well
As when your dam, with forest-splitting yell,
Proclaimed you issuing from your native shell,
I wonder, when you muse upon the lot
That 's brought you to this age of heav'n knows what,
If you congratulate yourself, or not.
Great are your blessings. You can still digest
Trifles like nuts and matches with the bost ;
You still retain a lively interest
In the vain plumage you so much approve ;
And— inwardly— 1 grieve to say, you move
Still in the same unalterable groove.
Your gift of speech does not advance with age ;
It is not guarded, apposite or sage;
You have one joke, to lure within your cage
Some kindly finger, and, with sudden beak,
Transfix that member till its owner squeak ;
As manners, this is poor; as humour, weak.
Far from that alien country in whose trees
Your wilding brothers had their little sprees,
Here you have sojourned in superior ease.
You did not share with them the daily risk,
That keepS the faculties agog and brisk,
Of passing to oblivion in a whisk ;
And oft, no doubt, in this your easy state
You chuckle at the grim and tragic fate
That must have caught those others, soon or lato.
Yet these your kin, however rough their lives,
Had active times and multitudinous wives ;
While you, the sole relation that survives—
It never has been yours in Spring to screech
A mad love-music, not in human speech,
But in the language love alone can teach.
The flamelike crest that you so proudly raise,
Though you have flaunted it these myriad days,
Has ne'er been lifted for a female's praise.
The plumes that you have preened and kept so neat
You have but tended for your own conceit,
Not for the winning of some dearer sweet.
Musings like these may possibly have stirred
Your inmost soul — although it seams absurd,
They being suited to a younger bird.
Still, even with the old are moments when
Such feelings touch them — lightly — now and then ;
Though YOU, for all I know, may be a hen.
DfM-Duu.
Official Candour.
From a G.P.O. letter to a correspondent who had com-
plained of his (you'll never guess what)— yes, his tele-
phone:—
"While every reasonable, endeavour ia made to reduce the incon-
venience occasioned by faults to a minimum, uubrokcn iutcrruntion
cannot bo guaranteed."
Meanwhile they go on trying for it.
534
PUNCH, OR THE LONDON CHARIVARI. [DaconraaB 84, IfUL
BEFORE THE POW-WOW.
"Black Thorn") C° their respective chiefs). "Loon HEUE, IP YOU ABE GOING TO BIT DOWN AND SMOKE THE PEACE PIPE TOGETHER,
3 MIND IT'S YOt'E TOBACCO AND NOT HIS."
AT THE PLAY.
IN SEARCH OF A HUSBAND."
MR. JEROME K. JEROME has called
his production afc the Vaudeville " an
Absurd Play." I have had no previous
quarrel with Mr. JEROME, but I am sure
we should differ bitterly over the right
application of this epithet. He probably
used it in a modest, deprecatory way,
to imply that his creation was just
quaint nonsense. But I should want
it to mean that the play was curiously
bad. Now a bad serious play I can
bear with some show of fortitude, but
a bad funny play reduces me to a state
of sombre despair.
Mr. JEROME'S old mechanical device
of an exchange of dresses and identities
leads in the end to almost as much
bewilderment for the audience as for
the actors affected. Myself, I should
have preferred a frank buffoonery to!
this mental knockabout business. It
is true that a comic policeman was
introduced, but he did nothing to excuse 1
his existence. The situations offered
no mattsr for mirth ; up to half-time the
dialogue saldom lapsed from banality ;
and the whole play contained only
one realisable character — that of an
American, played naturally by Mr.
BEEON.
Miss ROWENA JEROME, for whose
talents, I must assume, her father de-
signed this unhappy opportunity, went
bravely through the part of a minx
under the apparent impression that it
was humorous, but failed to convey her
own convictions across the footlights.
When I have added that Mr. RICHARD
EVANS was pleasantly pedestrian in his
delivery of poetic sentiments, I have
said all that needs saying about the
cast.
There are mysteries, insoluble to the
outsider, about the production of certain
plays, and it is not for me to conjecture
whether Messrs. NOBMAN M'KiNNELand
FREDERICK WHELEN made a contract
with Mr. JEROME on the strength of
his name without first seeing the stuff
that they were to "present." But I
prefer to hazard this guess, because
the alternative explanation would be
less flattering to their intelligence and
experience.
As for Mr. JEROME, who has here
done such poor justice to his undoubted
gifts, I don't grudge him the right to
any personal amusement he may have
got out of this composition, but I do
grudge him the privilege of wasting
one of my evenings ; and unless my
temper shows a marked improvement
it will be a long time before I take
the risk of assisting, on a first night,
at another Absurd Play from his pen.
===== °- S>
An Impending Apology.
" Mr. Chas. Preston presided and the attend-
ance was particularly good considering."
M iildlescx Advert iaa:
" The Rev. W. V. Vickers, Hector of Bear-
wood, was awarded principal prize for calves."
Observer.
They ought to make him a bishop.
DECEMBER 24, 1913.] PUNCH, OR TIIK LONDON CIFA III VAIM.
HOW TO SET ABOUT PURCHASING A CAR.
(Start with an open mind; seek unbiassed expert opinion.)
»
f
1 EIGHT-TEN TOOTLETS 1 Ml DEAB FELLOW, DON'X TOCCB 'ESI.''
" TWF.I.VE-SIXTEEH WUBZELS ! I KNOW 'EM ? SHOfLO THINK
I DO. MIGHT AS WELL THEOW VOUH MONEY IKTO THE 'IHAMES."
. .
"AC
tvn».
"SlXTEEN-TWENTY BLIPS!!! YUS ; DHOVB ONE ONCE ; BTEEB- " TWEHTT-POCB ScOIlCHERS ! ! ! I WELL, IP YEB WAKT TO
ING GEAB WENT WRONG I THREE WEEKS IN 'OBSPITAL WAS WHAT—' COMMIT SUICIDE—"
THE RESULT— RELIABILITY, SAFETY, ECONOMY AND COMFORT.
536
PUNCH, OR THE LONDON CHARIVARI. [DECEMBER 24, 1913.
OUR DAILY POLITICAL FARE
(Being an imitation of the Londo
Letter of every provincial ncivspapc
every day.)
. — The alternatives in brackets ma
ivf.;ariled as purely optional, to be rcltiim
or omitted according to the political opimoi
of the reader. They are not of any importune
any way.]
MR. ASQUITH'S speech on Frida
night is tho solo subject of discussio
in political circles liero. Its importanc
can hardly bo overrated. There is
however, much diversity of opinion
Some see in it tho clearest possibl
hint of approaching conciliation, whil
others find themselves baffled by it
manifest ambiguity. Still it canno
fail, following as it does upon the epoch
making pronouncements of the leader
of both parties at Ladybank, Leeds
Oldhain, Newcastle, \\'idnes, Paisley
Carnarvon, Ballycoran, Chowbent anc
elsewhere, to have a profound effect on
the situation.
Had it been made immediately afte
Mr. CHURCHILL'S reply at Portobell<
to Mr. BONAR LAW'S retort at New
castle to Mr. ASQUITH'S statement a
Ladybank it would have been acceptec
by the Opposition leaders without hesi
tation as approaching more closely to
the Aberdeen position, which, owing to
the less conciliatory attitude taken uj
at Southampton, appeared to have beer
finally abandoned. But, coming as il
does on the eve of tho demonstrations
at Baslow, Birmingham, and Beat-
tock, its special significance cannot bo
ignored.
It may bo said with confidence that
there is no new element whatever in
the situation. As I pointed out yester-
day— and the day before, and the day
before that, and any time in the last six
weeks — the attitude of the leaders on
both sides is perfectly clear. Unionists
demand a General Election. That is
[not] a possible solution of the impasse.
Radicals hotly maintain that the present
Bill holds the field. Clearly it does [not]
hold the field. If any conference is to
take place it is indubitably [not] up to
the Government to make the first move.
The exclusion of Ulster . . . (3,000
words on that).
The development of the federal idea
. . . (500 words on that/.
It must be borne in mind that, faced
with the actual danger of a rising in the
North of Ireland . . . (1,500 on that).
But all this is merely to repeat what I
have been saying daily in almost the
same words during the last two months.
The vital point is that the time is short,
the sands are running out. A terrible
responsibility will be incurred if the
position is not faced immediately by
the Government [Opposition] . At th
best I cannot hope to go on writin
this sort of thing for more than anotlie
five months. For the crisis is at ham
The Times by the way, commentin
on last night's speech, sees in it a fran
return to tho position adopted at Learn
ington. The Horning Post draws ;
striking parallel between it and th
Kinloch-Kannoch pronouncement. Th
Daily News is confident that in som
points it directly controverts the Liver
pool utterance, but it must he remem
bored that that was afterwards qualifie
by th'o St. Andrews deliverance. Bu
this is surely to leave out of account th
Prestatyn assertion, the Golders Greer
declaration and the Inverness pro
nunciamiento.
To sum up : both sides are stil
feeling their way and there is n
change whatever in the situation. To
morrow I hope to discuss the positior
in precisely the same terms.
MUSICAL NOTES.
PROFESSOR DE BANVILLE'S NEW
SYMPHONY.
GREAT enthusiasm prevails in Bootl
in consequence of the announcement
that Professor Quantock de Banville's
new Choral Supersymphony will be
aeard there in the course of the nexl
year. This great work, the words foi
which have been selected by tho com-
Doser from the works of CONFUCIUS,
VIr. W. B. YEATS and RABINDRANATH
TAGOP.E, is written in foity real parts,
each of tho four ordinary divisions oi
;he chorus • — soprano, contralto, tenor
and bass — being divided into ten.
With tho view of obtaining tho due
•ariety of timbre and colour desirable in
in orchestra, Professor de Banville has
>rovided the most elaborate instructions
or the singers. For instance, some of
he tenors are enjoined to sing always
hrough their noses ; in one passage
he soprani are adjured to "emulate
he tones of a terrified peacock ; "
n another the basses are bidden " to
mitate the booming of the chimera in
he void ; " while in a third the
ontralti are enjoined always to keep a
Carlsbad plum in their mouths to
nsure a " rich fruity tone."
Again, though no instruments are
mployed, the Professor indicates
neans by which novel effects may be
reduced, as, for example, by clicking
ie tongue, or striking the jaw with
he clenched fist, or a<>ain, as he
raphically puts it, " bubbling with the
ps." The libretto is partly in Eng-
sh, partly in Chinese, but in one strik-
ig chorus, perhaps the culminating
moment in the symphony, no words are
utteied at all, tho loity different parts
representing forty different animals
and birds, including hyaenas, gorillas
cockatoos, bobolinks, tapirs, caper
cailzic and giraffes.
No title has as yet been fixed upon
for tho work owing to a slight con
tretemps which has arisen from tho
composite character of the libretto
Yuan Shih-Kai having expressed a
strong preference for a Chinese name
while Mr. YEATH holds out for a C, Itic
designation. During the composition
of tho work Professor de Banville livec
entirely on China tea, rice and potatoes
— in order to attune his system to the
triplex nature of the libretto — and was
arrayed in a costume which includec
a turban, a saffron kilt, and a pig-tai
amongst its most impressive features.
It is hardly necessary to add that tho
difficulties of the new work are gigantic
and Gargantuan. Professor de Banville
in an interview with a representative
of the Bootlc Clarion, declares that no
choral singers have ever been called
upon to perform such feats of sustained
enormity as those which are demanded
in his latest work. In the second trio
of the third Scherzo the soprani have
Lo sing a figure in rapid semiquavers
for fifty-four bars at a stretch, ranging
between C and F in alt. Professor
de Banville admits also that the strain
imposed on tho semilunar ganglions of
ihe diaphragm by the extraordinary
iravura of the gorilla motif for the
masses in tho Finale is, perhaps, exces-
sive. But he has been assured by
athletic experts that this is of the
greatest value for long-distance runners,
and he has accordingly applied to the
Dlympic Fund for a grant of £5,000 for
lis chorus.
Professional Candour.
"Leaving Kelty Monday, 22nd inst.,
•ladame , renowned Palmist, Crystal
Gazer. Everybody pleased."
Cowdcnbcath Times.
Mr. Vachell ... is perhaps most widely
nown as the author of one of tho best modern
tories of school life, 'The Hell,' in which
larrow is described." — Bristol Daily Press.
5ut that was the Harrow of some years
go, before smoking was stamped out.
From a letter in the Ceylon
ndependent : —
"The girls present at the Public Hall
motion were the crcme de menthe of Colombo
iris' Schools."
n fact they impressed the writer so
nuch (particularly the fourth from the
nd in the ninth row) that he has
ecided to become a benedictine.
DKCKMDER 24, l'J13.]
PUNCH, on THE LONDON en AUIVAIII.
637
THE TRAVELLING VARIETY SHOW AT OUR VILLAGE HALL.
THE TRAGEDY OP THE CURTAIN THAT WEST UP TOO BOOK.
OUR BOOKING-OFFICE.
(By Mr. Punch's Staff of Learned Ckrks.)
THE chiefs of the Clan Donald cannot trace their line of
descent quite so far back as the fabled Phairshon, who
swore a feud against the Clan McTavish. For he, if the
legend is correct, had a son who married NOAH'S daughter,
and nearly spoilt the Flood by drinking up the water. But,
with that one possible or impossible exception, I doubt if
any Scotch family can boast a more ancient lineage. They
were sprung, according to the pedigree table published in
Mrs. STIRLING'S fascinating book, Macdonald of the Isles
(MURRAY), from CONN-CEUD-CHATACH, the hundredth
supreme King of Ireland, who held his court at Tara in the
second century of our era. Wherever he may be now, the
said CONSTANTINE, Conn of a hundred fights, has certainly
no reason to blush for the unwarriorlike qualities of his
descendants. They have always been born fighters, and in
their continual feuds with their neighbours and each other
have never lacked the spirit that earned old " Centimachus "
his hybrid nickname. But the clan has moved with .the
times. Two years ago the three rival claimants to the
chieftainship — CLANRANALD, GLENGARRY, and SLEAT —
agreed that henceforth, when any question of precedence
arose between them, it should be decided pro hoc vice, not
with claymore and dirk, but by the spin of a coin or the
drawing of lots. So that nowadays, if two of them happen
to meet at the same flower-show or other public function,
no bloodshed takes place. From beginning to end the story
of the clan is rich in excitement and romance, and as a
devout lover of Skye and a fervent admirer of the clan
sentiment I tender my thanks to Mrs. STIRLING for the
admirable way in which she has used the excellent material
at her command. Her book is the most human and per-
sonal sidelight on Scottisli history that I have ever read.
" England has long been in labour, but at last she has
brought forth a man." Thus FREDERICK THE GREAT, sum-
ming up the character of WILLIAM PITT and the condition
of affairs in Europe that he was called upon to face when in
1756 he formed his first Ministry. The story of his career,
bound up with the destiny of England at one of the most
critical epochs in her history, is treated in masterly fashion
by Mr. BASIL WILLIAMS in his Life of William Pitt (LONG-
MANS). The opening pages show a tendency to overload
the narrative with detail. One cannot clearly see the wood
for the trees. But this defect, doubtless due to excessive
conscientiousness, soon disappears with our introduction to
the private life of the great statesman. A disposition to
develop into what JOHN FORSTER'S cabman described as
"a harbitrary gent" was aggravated by attacks of gout,
to which he was a martyr all his life, and in particular
at critical epochs when his presence was exceptionally
desired. His hastiness of temper, his downrightness of
speech, made him a host of enemies. But there was always
balm for him in his home. To the end of a long married
life his wife and he remained on the terms of lovers. Outside
his home PITT lived a stormy life. GEORGE II. liked him not,
and GEORGE III. long fought against the inevitableness of
his being called to the supreme direction of affairs. Happily
533
PUNCH, Oil THE LONDON CHARIVARI. |DECEMBEB 24, 1913.
for England PITT, born in duo season, was inevitable. Ho
based his Ministry on the principle of trust in the people,
quite a novelty in the mid-eighteenth century, insistence
upon it taking away the breath of successive GEORGES.
Another of PITT'S axioms of government, familiar enough
in these dayr-, recognised. the Fleet as the first line of
national defence. The royal GEORGES, anxious chielly for
the safe! y and prosperity of the pitiful State of which they
were still Electors, spent millions of English money in
subsidising the Hanoverian army " England should put
herself on board her Fleet," said PITT, and spent his chief
energy on building it up and maintaining it in the highest
state of efliciency. The life and times of the Great Com-
moner are not to be dealt with in a paragraph. The study of
both presented by Mr. BASIL WILUAMS'S two volumes forms
a liberal education in English history at a prolonged crisis.
If ever dainty book was labelled " For Christmas," In
Powder and Crinoline, a sheaf of fairy tales from many
sources, retold by Sir ABTHUB QUILLEB - COUCH and
delicately illustrated by Mr. KAY NEILSEN, is that book,
and the publishers, Messrs.
HODDEB AND STOUGHTON, al'O
heartily to be congratulated
on its winning appearance.
Not that it is a holly and
mistletoe affair — nothing so
obvious. The artist, deeply
in love with the decorative
possibilities of the crinoline,
seems to have demanded a set
of fairy tales that could be in-
terpreted in that roomy mode,
and the ingenious " Q." did
his best to supply them. I
can answer fully for their
charm, their discretion, their
fragrant, gentle, whimsical
humour. Perhaps of all the
stories that of "John and the
Ghosts," the author's own
puckish version of the Berke-
ley Square legend, is the most
intriguing, but to say I read every word of all the others
with delight is not to exaggerate. And, as for Mr. NEILSEN,
he has taken the most pleasant liberties with his theme, in-
volving in a common apotheosis the Trianon and the 1851
Exhibition with a happy audacity that lightly laughs at
'antiquaries. He will not resent being reckoned, along with
so many contemporary draftsmen, especially in Germany,
a faithful disciple of the brilliant and perverse BEABDSLEY.
Indeed, his colour drawings are essentially patterns thought
out in line, with the colour as a graceful afterthought.
There are many of the authentic BEABDSLEY notes and
phrases, but embroidered with an intelligence and origin-
ality which forbid any charge or suspicion of plagiarism.
[ began to wonder whether it was only the older children
who would appreciate these retold tales and their attractive
colour commentary, until I remembered that, barring per-
haps the higher Cambridge undergraduate, there is no one
in the world so old as our modern nieces and nephews. So
I would urge the giving of this very charming book to both
the young children and the old.
. Spoilt Youth (a few days before Christmas). "I SAY, NURSE, DON'T
YOU THINK I OUGHT TO SCEAP THESE BEFOBE THE NEW LOT COMES IN?"
Should the reviewer meet with a collection of pleasant
it undistinguished pot-boilers, gathered into volume form,
and pretending to be something important on the strength
of their author's reputation, he would be well justified in
some Severity of censure. But a collection of pot-boilers
that pretend to be nothing at all but what they are is a
different affair. I think 1 never read a more thoroughly
disarming preface than that which Mr. HOHACE A. VACHELL
has written to the volume that he calls Loot (JOHN MUBRAY).
Ho chose the name, he says, " because whatever this
volume may raise in hard cash must be regarded as plunder
to which some critics may contend the author has no
warrantable right." After that what is one to say? One
may protest that the scope of the tales is too brief, and
their action (being written for the popular magazines they
are full of action) too crowded to allow of the delicate
character-drawing in which Mr. VACHKLL really excels ;
one may say that many of them are unlikely to the verge
of the incredible ; that (for example) young wives do not
pass themselves off successfully for months as boy-waiters
in order to support invalid husbands ; or that understudies
at West-end theatres do not leap in one evening to the
prominence of whole columns in the daily Press. What
would you ? In the domain of the commercial short story
thesa things are not only possible but compulsory. And
the stories of Mr. VACHELL remain exceptionally good of
- their kind. Taken one or two
at a time you will find them
capital entertainment; in
larger doses the repetition,
every fifteen pages or so, of the
matrimonial climax inevitable
in this genre tends to produce
some feeling of repletion, not
to say indigestion.
I suppose the life of a re-
viewer of novels must always
be one perpetual struggle be-
tween his prejudices and his
conscience. "Oh, I say, "cries
Prejudice, "I don't like this
book at all." " Eead on,"
replies Conscience sternly.
"It's a perfectly good book.
It 'a simply your wicked na-
ture that makes you object to
it." I tried to keep an open
latest work, Two Ways of
mind while reading " IOTA'S
Love (HUTCHINSON), but it was not easy. You see, one
of my prejudices in fiction is against the spectacle of two
women lighting for one man. I never can bring myself to
believe that any man is worth fighting for. And here Mrs.
CAFFYN has so drawn Lord Bentwicke's character that I
cannot conceive why a brilliant woman like Gertrude
Allonby should have loved him ; why Dcnne, the dreamv
Irish girl, should ever have married him, and why some-
body did not kick him. This made my enjoyment of the
book intermittent. I could see the technical skill of it :
some of the situations were handled with a firmness and
delicacy which won my complete admiration ; and among
the many characters in the story there were few that were
not excellently drawn. But I could not sympathise. Was
this, as I have suggested, due simply to my wicked nature ?
It is worth anyone's while to read the book and see for
themselves, if only for the sake of making the acquaintance
of Dcnne, of Elisabeth her sister, of Mrs. Charteris, and of
footman George. Those of you who happen to have been
at Eugby must resist the temptation to throw the book
down and stamp on it when you come to Jerry. That
unpleasant little bounder can hardly be intended to repre-
sent a typical Eugbeian. Usually, in novels, the heroine's
brother goes to Eton. It was a rare slice of luck for Eton
that Eugby got Jerry.
DECEMBER 3 J, 1913.] PUNCH, OR TIIK LONDON CIIAUiVAKF.
539
Effie (anxious to do some thing in return for lur parents' Christinas largesfe}. "WELL, BABY, I DCK'T SKE ANYTHING WE CAN CIIVB
DADDV AND MUMMY IN THESE BILLY BOOKS— AT LEAtT, NOT FOB IHBEEPENCE ; BO WE SHALL JUST HAVE TO GIVE IJIEU THE MUJ-EY
AND TELL THEM TO DIVIDE IT BETWEEN 311 M."
CHARIVARIA.
A SITE for a National Theatre to be
established as a Memorial to SHAK-
SPKABE has now been secured. We are
very pleased that steps are being taken
to prevent the memory of this clever
dramatist from perishing.
"CHRISTMAS PROSPECT.
RAPID CHANGES TO VERY COLD.
THE QUEEN'S SunpiutE FOK THE KINO."
Jjaily Mail.
We doubt whether any other country
has a (jucen so influential as this.
"The luncheon guests at 10, Downing
Street, last evening," said The Cork
Examiner the other day, "included Mr.
and Mrs. Francis B. Sayie and Dr.
Page." It is always difficult to impress
Americans with our originality, but
this looks like a very brave attempt.
:;t :;;
M. PEUOUD is to receive the Cross of
the Legion of Honour. Will he, we
wonder, wear it upside down ?
:;: :]:
Mr. B. C. HUCKH, last week, looped
the loop for the eightieth time. There
is nothing B.C. about Mr. HUCKS
except his initials.
Considerable difficulty was experi-
enced at the Zoo last week in getting
the Polar bears to leave their old home
and take up their new quarters. This
was due, we understand, to a little bit
of snobbery on the part of the bears.
After having a detached villa to them-
selves they did not care about their
address being changed to No. 1, Mappin
Terrace. ... ,,.
We see from an advertisement of
the " Wonder Zoo " that there are
appearing at the Circus two " Comical
Clowns." It was a good, idea to have
comical ones. ... ...
Paris having started the vogue, stout
women are coming into fashion again,
and many of them who have been in
retreat for some years are returning to
Town.
' * '
One of our revolutionary painters,
we learn fiom a critique, is named
BOMBERG. ... ».
" Why has practical joking on the
grand scale died out in London ? "
asks a contemporary. But has it?
What about Mr. LLOYD GEORGE'S Red
Herring ?
From The Daily News : — " The jury
at the conclusion of the evidence for
the defence stopped the case, and re-
turned a verdict of ' Not guilty.' The
Judge quite agreed with the verdict in
every respect." It would have been
unfortunate if the Judge had agreed,
for instance, with only the second half
of the verdict. ... ..,
;:•• '
Sir CHARLES ERNEST SCHWANN,
Bart., Liberal M.P. for North Man-
chester, announces in 'Ihe London
Gazette that ho has, changed liis name
to Swann. But it is still spelt wrongly,
Sir. Try again. :;: ...
The clerical benediction on " Who "a
the Lady?" has, we hear, had an
unfortunate result. Muddle - headed
people are now mixing up Mr. Louis
MEYER and the Kev. F. B. MEYER— to
the great annoyance of both.
"The Sydney Sun, referring to the recent
par-ado cf cadets in Melbourne, says that the
most significant feature of ' the seven miles
and a half of khaki-clad Australian boys was
tho fact that 18,433 pairs cf boots were clean,
18,433 puttees wero neat and dapper, and
18,433 brass numcials were pclished.' "
What was wrong with the other 18,433
puttees ?
VOL. CXLV.
540
PUNCH, OK TUP] LONDON CHAK1VAKI. [DECKMIIKU 31, 1913.
THE TRUMPET: A CURE FOR BORES.
" Major Hackelt is extremely angry,"
said Lady Aldeisley to me. "Ho
insisted upon my giving him Mr.
Notion's address. He intends to call
on him. I wonder if Mr. Norton
really is deaf ? I wish you would go
and see him, and perhaps give him a
friendly warning. "
" I will," 1 promised, and straight-
way took a taxi to Percy's flat, where
I found him lounging in an arm-chair,
in a mood of quiet self-satisfaction.
Beside him, on an occasional table,
stood an oar-trumpet — not one of those
littlo modern devices that save labour
for all concerned, but one of tho regular
old-fashionod trumpets that require to
ho held stiffly by the listener and
violently yelled down by the other
person. He eyed it in tho friendliest
manner and, almost before I'd had time
to light one of his cigarettes, said :
" Look at that ! It "s given me the
most delightful evening of my life."
" I 've heard about the evening," I
assured him. " Parts of it at least."
"Have you?" ho said thoughtfully.
" Lady Aldersley annoyed? "
" Major Hackett is. She wants to
know it you are deaf."
" No," said Percy. " I could be
again, if necessary, but I 'm not — no."
"Perhaps you had better tell me just
what happened," I suggested.
" If you like." He lit a cigarette
himself and puffed at it serenely. "It
was an experiment, as a matter of fact.
I was reading the other day how old
HEKHERT SPENCER used to carry cotton-
wool about with him to put in his ears
when conversation bored him . It struck
me as a neat idea, but boorish and in-
complete. Why let bores go on boring?
\Vliy not stop them ? That would be a
lot better than merely ceasing to listen
oneself. Well, I happened to notice that
ear-trumpet at a pawnbroker's thesame
day that I read about old SPENCER.
Yesterday, in fact. It was eighteen-
pence — a sum I possessed. So I
bought it, and took it with me to Lady
Aldorsley's dinner. I knew there would
be some bores there. Lady Aldersley "s
charming, but she likes a few foils."
" Like yourself ? "
"Like Major Hackett," Percy cor-
rected. " She ought not to have had
him. He 's one of those men that can't
keep away from LLOYD GEOKGK, no
matter what you talk about. I could
hear him hanging LLOYD GEORGE, and
drowning LLOYD GEORGE, and poison-
ing that ' scoundrelly Welsh attorney '
to the poor girl next him tho whole of
dinner-time, till she went dumb with
fatigue; and the moment tho women
had gone out he tacked himself on to
mo to do it all over again. There are
men like that — can't leave LT.OYD
(l::oi:c,K alone. I've no use for him
myself — all tho more reason why I
don't want to hear about him every two
minutes. So I got rny trumpet ready
and explained that I was a bit deaf,
and we began to talk hunting. I forget
what I said or what he said, but at the
end of a minute there he was at it
again.
" ' All thanks to LLOYD GKORGE ! ' he
said.
" ' I beg your pardon ? ' I said, putting
up rny trumpet.
" ' I said, " All thanks to LLOYD
GEORGE ! " ' he yelled down it.
" ' Didn't catcli, I 'm afraid,' I said,
shaking my head ; and he butted into
tho trumpet again.
" ' 1 said it was all thanks to LLOYD
GEORGE ! '
" ' All thanks to whom ? ' I inquired.
" ' LLOYD GEORGE," he shouted. He
was pretty hoarse by then, having
talked too much all dinner-time, but 1
gave him another chance to get it
right, which ho accepted, and then 1
said : ' 1 can't agree with you. I 'm a
loyal subject. 1 don't see that the
KING is in the least to blame.'
"I said 'LLOYD GEORGE — LLOYD
GEORGE,' ho bellowed, and I removed
the trumpet with a pretence of indig-
nation.
" ' If you 're a Socialist,' I said, ' I "d
rather not discuss the matter further."
" ' Socialist 1 ' he panted. ' Socialist !
Me a Socialist ! '
" ' 1 "m afraid so," I said.
" He tried to explain, and got purple
doing it, but it was no use, and he
could only sit and glare helplessly till
wo went into the drawing-room. There
I heard him explaining pitifully to
various people that he'd been taken for
a Socialist by that deaf man. I lost
him after a bit, and forgot that I was
deaf for the evening. The fact is Lady
Aldersley introduced me to a very pretty
girl. We got quite friendly — I fancy
she had escaped from the Major too.
Anyway the trumpet was not in use,
and we were chatting away as in-
timately as possible when I became
aware of Major Hackett watching us.
From his expression you might have
thought I was LLOYD GEORGE. I tried
to get the trumpet going, hut tho girl
got up just then and said she must find
her aunt or somebody, and, though I
stuck to her for as long as possible, the
Major stuck on too. Tho moment I
was alone he was down on me, and I
hardy had time to elevate the trumpet
when he began.
" ' Might I ask whether you really are
deaf, Sir ; or was it meant for a joke ? '
" 'Didn't quite catch you,' I said as
composedly as possible, and held him
oil' with the trumpet.
" ' If it was a joke, Sir — joke," ho
stuttered.
" ' Ah, you mean your remark about
the KING ? I 'm very glad' to hear it
was a joke. Not in tho best of taste
perhaps, but still — Good night, Sir,'
I said coldly.
"1 slipped into the crowd at that,
trumpet and all, and said farewell to
Lady Aldersley as soon as possible.
Sorry she 's annoyed."
Percy finished his narrative with his
cigarette, and was about to begin
another when the telephone rang.
" Excuse me a moment," he said,
and went towards it. " 13y Jove," ho
went on, " if it isn't tho Major. Come
and listen to him, old chap. Take hold
of the other receiver. Yes ; this is
Mr. Norton's. Mr. Percy Norton's.
Mr. Norton at home ? No. 1 'm
his housekeeper. Is Mr. Norton deaf ?
Well, he- keeps an ear-trumpet, Sir.
Looks like ho 's deaf, Sir, don't it ? You
don't believe he is? Well, I never.
Couldn't say when he'll be in, Sir.
He,'* gone abroad. To Lourdes, Sir.
To get his deafness cuied. Faith-cure,
Sir. 'Opes to come back with 'is "ear-
ing restored. Is that all, Sir ? Thank
you, Sir."
The Major was rung off at that
moment, and Percy hung up the
receiver.
" Persistent old boy, isn't he ? Care
to buy an ear-trumpet, dear chap ?
Always useful while the present
Chancellor is in office."
SOME NEW YEAR RESOLUTIONS
(WE HOPE).
TSE PIIIME MINISTER. — To see
without wailing.
Mr. GAIIYIN. — To wait before seeing.
Mr. McKuNNA. — To stiffen his back.
Mrs. PANKHVHST. — To try reason.
Signor VINCENZOPEP.PGIA. — To con-
fine his energiesto Post-Impressionisms.
M. CAILLAUX. — To live and let live.
Lieut. FOEBSTNES. — To grow up.
TEKPSICHORE. — To recall tho waltz.
The Central London Tube. — To run
lifts in connection with trains.
" The Daily Mail." — To give no more
portraits of Mr. Mailiby-Daily.
Mr. THOMAK HAUDT. — Not to allow
any more cf his inferior stories to be
collected.
Mr. C. B. Fia-.— To play first-class
cricket again.
Mr. J. W. H. T. DoucL.iK.—To hit
in England as in S.A.
Mr. JACK JOHNSON. — To keep out of
the papsrs. .
Mr.LLOiD ClroitGE. — To have a little
bit of mercy.
PUNCH, OB THE LONDON CHABIVABL— DKCKMIIKK 31, 1913.
THE NEW BRUHSWICKEB,
(After Sir JOHK MILLAIS' " The Black Bnmswicker.")
TARIFF REFORM (to Mr. BONAB LAW, of New Brunswick and Bootk, Lanes.). " DEAREST, if UST YOU
LEAVE ME FOR THE ULSTER WARS?"
MB. BONAB LAW. "I FEAR SO, MY LOVE; BUT ONLY FOR A TIME, ONLY FOR A TIME."
542
OR THE LONDON CHARIVARI. [DECEMBER 31. 1913.
TWO POETS.
I KNK\V a pcct once; as poets go
lie was a most companionable man ;
And oft with me, \\lio have no lyiic art
And cannot call a regiment of rhymes
To serve my purpose as a poet can,
Ho proved his skill and built his palace of song,
Khyme set on rhyme and verso or gleaming verse,
And towers of music gay with Haunting tiags,
So that I marvelled, saying, " If for me,
Who have no music, he can thus disclose
His high majestical and airy notes,
How will it ho if he should chance to meet
Another poet tuneful as himself?
Then surely SWINBURNE will be left behind
And MILTON be out-Miltoned ; SHAKBPEAHE'S self
Will own a rival and the Mermaid Inn
With all its coruscations be revived."
So did I reason, and one day it chanced
As I had hoped — he met a second poet ;
And those two talked, and I myself was there
And heard the talk, and thereupon went home
And wrote it down, and this is how it ran : —
First Poet. Yes, that's a very comfortable chair,
And so is this ; the cushion fits your back,
And you can stretch your legs. 7 like to stretch
My legs. It seems to make digestion work.
Second Poet. If my digestion could be got to work
But half as well as yours 1 'd not complain ;
You 've tamed your gastric juices.
First Poet. Yes, I 've done
My best to tame them. Have a cigarette?
Second Poet. Thanks, Yes, I 've got a match. Oh, blank
the thing!
Its head broke off and burnt me —
First Poet. It 's a way
These wooden matchcshave. Here, try another,
Or, better, light your cigarette from mine.
Second Poet. Puff, puff— I 've got it, thanks — puff — puff —
puff— thanks.
Where do you get your cigarettes ? This one
Is really excellent ; one always likes
To know the latest man for cigarettes.
First Poet. 1 'rn glad you like them. I have always
smoked
This special size. I get them in Soho
From Boxley — he is quite a little man,
But only sells the best. I buy them there
In lots of half a thousand at a time.
Second Poet. Thanks, let me write it down. Soho, you said ?
First Poet. Church Street, Echo, and Boxley is the name.
I quite forget the Lumber, buu you can't
Mistake the shop.
Second Poet. I '11 order some to-morrow.
First Poet. Mention my name ; he 'a sure to treat vou
well.
Second Pod. Thanks. It 's a very long time since I 've been
In Soho, but I used to know it well,
With all its funny little restaurants.
First Poet. Things change so quickly, don't they ?
Second Poet. Yes, they do.
London 'a much altered since I was a boy.
First Poet. That's very true; it's hard to find one's way.
The County Council 'a pulling all things down,
And what with taxi-cab and motor-bus
It's not too safe to walk in London now.
Second Poet. No, that it 's not ; however, there it is.
Such was the talk of these two poet fiiends.
There was much else, but the above may servo
To show the working of their mighty minds.
FURTHER DEALINGS OF MR. MALLABY-DEELEY.
WE have it on the highest authority that Mr. MALLABY-
DEELEY purchased Manchester last week for a sum approxi-
mating to £16,000,000. Mr. MALLABY-DEELEY chanced
accidentally to hear that Manchester was in the market
when crossing Piccadilly. With the gieatest nonchalance
he paused and wrote a few figures in the mud with his
walking-stick, dropped into a telephone box and bought
the lot. It is, we believe, the intention of the enterprising
Member for Harrow to spend about a million on wash-
ing Manchester, and then to put it on the market as a
Garden City.
The purchaser of Westminster Abbey and the House of
Commons, about whose identity so much cuiiosity has
bsen expressed, is the Member for the Harrow Division,
Mr. MALLABY-DEELEY. It is, wo believe, his intention to
erect a large up-to-date hotel on the site of the House
of Commons. Mr. MALLABY-DEELEY is of opinion that
London is sadly deficient in large, bright hotels, and he
thinks that such a novelty would prove a successful specu-
lation. He intends to reserve Westminster Abbey for his
own use, and all admirers of business enterprise will hope
that it will be very long before he finds a use for it.
It is understood that the purchaser of Berlin (including
Potsdam) is Mr. MALLAHY-DEELEY. He was approaching
the fourteenth hole at Mitcham when a passing aeroplanist
informed him that Berlin was for sale. Mr. MALLABY-
DEELEY instantly marconied an offer.
Ho wishes it to be understood that he intends to give
no tenants notice to quit. In reply to a message of enquiry
from a Very High Quarter Mr. MAI.LABY-DEE^EY has sent
assurances that so long as the Palace rent is paid regularly
no questions will be asked, and the usual allowances for
decorations will be made at the end of the Spring quarter.
Our own representative (who only gained access to him
by the innocent pretence of being a Duke fleeing from the
greedy hand of a Chancellor) found Mr. MALLABY-DEELEY
engaged in opening telegrams. " Offers are pouring in on
me," explained the enterprising M.P. " Only this morning
1 have been asked to buy the manorial rights of Pudsey, the
Isle of Man (with sole use of its advertising agent), and two
million acres of deer-forest ; and here is a wire from
General HUEBTA asking what is my spot-cash price for
Mexico. Of course to-day is net what I call a really busy
day. Do look in to-morrow. Perhaps business will be
stirring then." And with the greatest courtesy Mr. MALLABY-
DEELEY bowed our representative out.
" Barbara was yesterday persuaded to leave her old quarters at the
Zoo and rejoined her mate, Sam, in the new Polar bears' enclosure.
A tempting dish of fish, after having nothing to out for a day, decided
the matter." — Daily Express.
Even a dish of fish will do desperate things when really
hungry.
In reproducing the POET LAUREATE'S Christmas Eve
poem a contemporary prints, " Now blessed % the towers"
instead of " Now blessed be the towers." This error will
probably bo cursed by the BIUDGES.
DKCEMBEB 31, 1913.] PUNCH, OR THE LONDON CHARIVARI. 513
Delicate Lady (wilnessing leap for life l>y old gentleman trho has no lime to escape ezcept by springing en bonnet of on-rushing car).
IKAUFUti MAN, DOISQ THOSE THICKS, AND ME WITH A. WEAK HEABT I "
"DBKADFUL
STUDIES OF EEVIEWEES.
No. IV. — THE NEW TOLERATION.
A NEW novel from the pen of Mr.
Hector Crow is like a benevolent bomb-
shell. Sedative fiction, no doubt, has
its virtues, but it is all to the good that
we should be blown up occasionally —
not in the sense of distentiou — by
such stimulating writers as Mr. Crow.
Cotton-wool is an excellent thing in its
way, but so too is gun-cotton, and there
is no author now before the public who
exerts a more consistently explosive
influence on the gentle reader.
H-is latest work, The Savour of Sin,
is the life-hislory of a rebel. Mordred
Blurt, for that is his aptly-cho?en name,
is expelled from a public school for
stabbing his fag, a deformed and deli-
cate boy, in the back, and resolves to
bo revenged on the social code which
has interfered with the expression of
his individuality. Entering the Army
under the alias of Philip Sidney, he
sells an important secret to a foreign
power, but contrives to fasten incrimin-
ating evidence on an innocent brother-
officer, who is sentenced to imprison-
ment for twenty years. Leaving the
Army on the outbreak of war he marries
a rich widow with three children, and
after forging a will in her name,
poisons her and the step-children and
i' purchases a peerage by liberal contri-
j butions to the party funds.
To speak frankly, his career, judged
by conventional standards, is open to
criticism , but so convincing is Mr. Cro w 's
art, so vivid his power of presentation,
so plausible his arguments, that our
sympathy is enlisted with the hero at
every stage of his chameleonic ca/eer.
Not since DUMAS has any romancer ex-
ploited the fine art of toxicology with
such superb bravura, while the insipidity
of orthodox morality has never been
subjected to a more destructive or
] exhilarating criticism. At all points
' Mordred Dlttrt is spltndide mendax and,
judged by • the test of uninterrupted
success, he is justified all along the line
in his radiant deviations from conven-
tionality. It is, of course, possible that
some minds may be repelled by the
wholesale nature of his revenge, but
there is an artistic fitness in its com-
pleteness which compels the unstinted
admiration of all enlightened intelli-
gences.
As a writer in a leading journal
finely put it the other clay, dulness and
monotony have their inevitable penal-
ties, while vivacity and courage have
their assured triumphs. No broad-
minded critic can therefore grudge
Mr. Crow the vogue which he enjoys
in virtue of his enforcement of this
great doctrine. Whether his novel is
altogether suitable for the nursery, or
can be safely entrusted to readers who
think they are justified in slavishly
imitating the actions of characters in a
novel, are matters on which wo feel
ourselves under no obligation to pass
an opinion. It is enough for us that
Mr. Crow has written a brilliant and
beautiful book. More than any of his
compeers lie has revealed to us the
endearing aspects of criminality and
the compelling charm of the Cad.
"Histry Paper.
1. Six events in the roign of
Henery VI1II.
(1) lie married Kalherien of
Araggon.
(2) He soon got tired of her.
(3) He wanted to get rid of her.
<4) He wanted a divors.
(5) He got a divors for her.
(6) I don't no.
2. Wolsey was called tho boy bach-
elour because ho passed tho labour
examination when ho was fourteen.
My sister passed it when she was twelve.
3. On the side of the king there were
all the people who had long hair but
when they had their hair cut short
they went on tho side of parlyment."
Scene outside an Islington Picture-
house : —
"SNATCHED FROM DEATH
IN 3 PARTS."
It would, perhaps, have been kinder to
leave him alone.
044
PUNCH, OR THE LONDON CHARIVARI. [DECEMBEB si, 1913.
I
THE ANTIQUE.
(Anticipating an article in "The
Mia, ii :ine i>f the Citrto Collector"
for November, 2113 .<.z>.)
GBANFKB JAHGE sat at the door of
his model cottage, chewing his patent
plug and apparently oblivious of the
approach of the well-dressed stranger.
The latter, James \\ilberforco to be
exact, appeared to bo equally oblivions
of Granter Jarge and the model cottnge,
prominently displayed in the window
of which was an old wooden box about
ten inches long by six deep. Than
this nothing appealed to be
from the thoughts of both,
suddenly noticed each other
changed greetings.
"Hal" said Wilberforco
"and how goes the world
with you, my friend?"
"It be a pleasant day,
Zur," said .large.
Conversation having con-
tinued in this strain for
i half an hour or so, Wilber- '
j force at last mentioned,
j quite incidentally, the box.
] " A curious old thing," said
i he.
" Ay, that it be," said
Jarge, and the conversation
turned to other topics.
It was Jarge who brought
it back. " My granfer, he
used to keep his bits of
string in that same box,
and his granfer before him
he used to keep his bits of
string in it, and his gran-
fer - "
further
as they
and
ex-
genially,
" I wouldna part with that there
box for three hundud pound," pursued
Jarge with all the obstinacy of a
foolish old man.
" We '11 try you with two hundred,"
said Wilberforce jocundly.
" But I might let you have it for four
htuidud, seeing as you wants it so bad."
"Toon!" scoffed the other. "I'll
not go a penny beyond two fifty."
•large became businesslike. "I'll
tell yen what 1 will do for you, Sir.
I '11 take three iifty, spot cash."
In his excitement Wilberforce
not notice, as you have done, that.
Jargo had. dropped his various foims of!
lingo. He offered three hundred pounds, '
made it guineas, and the box was his.
"This, Sir," said the Bond Street '.
" And you ? " asked Wil-
berforce politely.
" I keeps my bits of
it too."
Wilberforce picked it up
HOW TO MAKE MONEY QUICKLY.
Advertise in the papers : "How TO DKAW. BECOME A
CARICATURIST IN ONE LESSON. FEE, '2s. 6d. (PAYABLE IN
string
"I bought it," the dealer went on,
" off an incompetent old man who had
no idea what he was selling. He kept
bits of string in it, if you please ! If I
had cared to deceive him, I could have
got it for a mere song ; as it was, I
gave him five hundred pounds, and he
thought I was mad. It is worth every
penny of five thousand, but I'll let you
have it for four. There ! "
The customer was passing his finger
over the surface of it gently and still
said nothing.
" Heal old cedar, the very best.
Undoubted nails and a remnant of the
quaint picture still attached to the
inside of the hd . . . Dash it all, Sir,
it is an absolutely authentic Colo ado
Claro, made by the hand of the Spanish
Master himself," and ho pointed to the
- .signature on the end.
The customer opened his
mouth at last. " Have you
taken your penknife and
tried to cut a bit off it ? ...
I only say tried, for you
could not succeed. Why,
man, it's a fake; ingenious,
if you like, but a fake. It
, is cast in one piece, with
imitation nails and polish.
Cast out of nothing more
: valuable than alumitio-
radio-plalinmn and not
worth five shillings ! "
The customer (in reality
the secret buyer of another
dealer) was right ; the thing
was cast metal, and it WMS
Jarge that cast it ...
LIGHTNING
ADVANCE)."
and
amined it with studied indifference.
"I should rather like one of these,"
said he.
Jarge dared say he would. "They
be hard come by these days and I
in Dealer in Curios and Antiques, James
'Wilberforce to be exact, "this is a
genuine old English cigar box, twentieth
ex-
wouldna part with that one for
hundud pound, that I wouldna."
twa
Wilberforce laughed merrily at this.
" I expect if I were to offer you thirty
shillings down ? "
" I wouldna part with that for twa
hundud and fifty pound," said Jarge in
an even voice, looking away into the
far distance.
Wilberforce seized the opportunity
to examine his face closely. Then he
laughed again cheerfully. " We '11 test
that, my friend," he declared boister-
ously. "Just for the fun of the thing
I offer you a hundred sovereigns for it
now — not that it's worth a tenth of
that sum."
century, no less. It is made of genuine
cedar wood, now almost unobtainable ;
it is, as you will see-, in precisely six
separate pieces. Ah ! you don't see
work like that nowadays ! "
The customer observed a non-com-
mittal silence; he was no amateur in
these matters.
" You are aware, no doubt," continued
the dealer, fingering the box delicately,
"that before the hermetically sealed
metal cases became known, and in days
when the cigar was only smoked by
the pick of the aristocracy, these elegant
receptacles were used for the storing of
the weed. How it is that so few of
them have survived is a mystery, only
to be explained by the vandal tendencies
of the twenty -first century
Absolutely in its original state, Sir!
A beautiful thing indeed."
The customer took it in his hand.
Is it not a dismal thought
that the climax of universal
education, upon which tins
century prides itself, so far from
eradicating from the humble peasant
all desire to defraud, should have
supplied him with the necessary
wits to do so ? Is it not an even more
dismal thought that the model cottage
(with garden, acres and cow on the
intensive system attached), in which
Jarge now plies his profitable and
nefarious trade, was built for him gratis
by a kindly Government, on the distinct
understanding that he had not a penny
in the world wherewith himself to
provide a rcof for his poor old wicked
head ?
From the legend under a picture in
The Sphere : —
"This charming camera study shows a
little Lupland boy in the arms of his mother
and singing away under the impulse of a
Christmas feed which he already scents in
the air. There is no doubt about this little
fellow being the son of his mother."
We believe The Sphere to be right.
DBOEMIIKB 31, 1913.] PUNCH, OR THK LONDON Ci I A K I V.\ II \.
515
Belated LuncJier. "I SAY, WHKIIE js MY WAITRESS? THE COFFEE 's GETTIXO COLD ASD TUF.BE 'a so SUQAB AHD no
Waitress. "THAT'S 'EB; SHE'S OFF THURSDAYS AT 3.15."
NARROW ESCAPES.
THE Grand Duko Gabriel, while
playing a round of golf at Biarritz last
week, narrowly escaped what might
have boon a fatal injury. In the act of
driving off from the thirteenth tee the
Grand Duke sliced his ball with such
force into the tee-box that, in bounding
back, it narrowly missed his head, and
killed a wood-pigeon in mid-air at a dis-
tance of some sixty yards. The Grand
Duke, though naturally much shaken, is
reported to be making satisfactory pro-
gress, and will, it is hoped, be allowed
out in a week or so.
Sir Hubert Ssebohm-Wood, the cele-
brated actor-manager, slipped on a
piece of orange peel just outside the
stage door of the Pall Mall Theatre
last Saturday at 7.30 P.M. Being
always is perfect condition Sir Hubert
managed to avoid falling by cleverly
clinging to the neck of a passer-by,
and beyond a slight wrench to the
metatarsal muscles of his medulla
oblongata sustained no injury. He
lias, however, been ordered complete
rest for two or three days, and is
unable to respond to all the congratu-
latory telegrams which he has received
on his fortunate escape.
It is not generally known that
M. Caracole Prance, the world-re-
nowned French litterateur, was within
an aco of being permanently disabled
during his recent sojourn in London.
Ho was walking down Vigo Street in
company with his inseparable friend,
the eminent publisher, Mr. Long Jane,
when, just as they were turning into
Sackville Street, a boy who was playing
tip-cat on the pavement smote the
projectile with deadly precision straight
at the face of the Master. With a self-
sacrificing agility that cannot be too
highly commended, Mr. Long Jane
rushed forward, intercepting the missile
on his massive chin. The force of the
impact was so groat that one at least
of Mr. Jane's molars was slightly
loosened, but being a man of iron con-
stitution ho was able to attend the
Reception at the Richmond Galleries
that night and to breakfast next morning
along with M. Prance at Sir Albert
Blond's. We understand that repre-
sentations have been made to the
Royal Humane Society with a view to
their bestowing their Gold Medal on
Mr. Long Jane for his conspicuous
liruvory. The offender, on the other
hand, has boon sent for ten years to
Borstal.
Mile. Nydia Vassiline. the Russian
dancer, had an unpleasant adventure
while staying for the week-end with
Sir Samuel and Lady Hornblower at
Koshervillo Park. On Sunday after-
noon, while the house party wore taking
a stroll in the demesne, a bull in an
adjoining field, attracted no doubt by
the rod toque which Mile. Vassiline
was wearing, rushed up to tho fence
and emitted several menacing bellows.
With great presonceof mindSir Samuel,
reaching over the fence, which was
only about six feet high, struck the in-
furiated animal several hard blows on
the nose with his walking-stick, while
Mile. Vassiline was assisted in a pros-
trate condition to an adjacent summer-
house. Dr. Bilbury Stoot, who was
at onco summoned, states that at
her present rate of improvement
Mile. Vassiline ought to bo able to re-
sume her engagement at the Bolosseum
in about a fortnight's time.
"The pilot waved bis hand. It was Ix>rd
1-kl ward Cirosvenor up alone, but TCTJ low
people knew it. However, ho kept his head."
Cheshire Obtercer.
Our aristocracy is not so effete as
some people make out, if it can bear
successfully a shock like this.
54G
PUNCH, OR THE LONDON CHARIVARI. [DECEMBER 31. 1913.
THE KING'S SONS.
" TELL me a story," said Marycry.
" What sort of a story I"
" A f aii y story, because it 's Clirislmas
time."
"But you know all the fairy stones."
•• Tit' ii I <'ll iitt: a new fairy story."
•' lii'jh'.," I said.
Once upon a time there was a King
who luul three sons. The oldest son
was a very thoughtful youth. Ho
always had a reason for everything
ho did, mid sometimes he would say
things like "Economically it is to the
advantage of the State that— " or
••The civic interests of the community
demand that— "before doing something
specially horrid. He didn't want to be
unkind to anybody, but he took what
he called a "large view" of things;
and if you happened to ask for a third
help of plum-pudding he took the large
view that you would be sorry about it
next morning — and so you didn't have
your plum-pudding. He was called
Prince Proper.
The second son was a very wise
youth. You couldn't catch him any-
how. If you asked; him whether he
knew the story of the three wells, or
" Why does a chicken cross the road ?"
or anything really amusing like that,
he would always say, " Oh, I heard that
years ago ! "—and whenever you began
"Adam and Eve and Pinchme" he
would pinch you at once without
waiting like a gentleman until you had
got to the end of the verse. He was
called Prince Clever.
And the third son was just wonder-
fully beautiful. He had the most
marvellously pink cheeks and long
golden hair that you have ever seen.
1 don't much care for that style myself,
but in the country in which he lived it
was admired more than I can tell you.
He was called Prince Goldenlocks. I '11
give you three guesses why.
Now the King had reigned a long
time, salon" that he was tired of being
king, and he often used to wonder
which of his sons ought to succeed
him. Of course nowadays they never
wonder, and the eldest son becomes
king at once, and quite right too ; but
in those days it was generally left to
the sons to prove which among them-
selves was the most worthy. Some-
times they would all be sent out to find
the magic Dragon's Tooth, and only
one would come back alive, which
would save a lot of trouble; or else,
after a lot of discussion, they would be
told to go and find beautiful Princesses
for themselves, and the one which
brought back the most beautiful
Princess— but very often that would
Lad to another discussion. The best
way of all was to call in a Fairy to
help. A Fairy has all sorts of tricks for
finding out about you, and her favourite
plan is to pretend to be something else
and see what you do.
So the King called in a Fairy and
said : " To-morrow 1 am sending out
my three sons into the world to seek
their fortune. I want you to test them
for me and find out which is the most
fitted to succeed to my throne. If it
should happen to be Prince Goldenlocks
— but, of course, I don't want to in-
fluence you in any way."
" Leave it to me," said the Fairy.
" You agree, no doubt, that the quality
most desirable in a king is love and
kindliness —
" Y-yes," said the King doubtfully.
" I was sure of it. Well, I have a
way of putting this quality to the test
which lias never yet failed." And with
that she vanished. She could have
gone out at the door quite easily, but
she preferred to vanish.
I expect you know what her way
was. You have read about it often in
your fairy hooks. On the next day, as
Prince Proper was coming along the
road, she appeared suddenly in front of
him in the shape of a poor old woman.
• " Please give me something to buy a
crust of bread, pretty gentleman," she
pleaded. " I 'm starving."
Prince Proper looked at her sternly.
" Economically," he said, " it is to
the advantage of the State that the
submerged classes should be a charge
on the Stats itself and not on indi-
viduals. The civic interests of the
community demand that promiscuous
charity should be sternly discouraged.
Surely you see that for yourself ? "
The Fairy didn't quite. The lan-
guage had taken her by surprise. In
all her previous adventures of this kind,
two of the young Princes had refused
her roughly, and the third had shaved
his last piece of bread with her. This
adventure was going all wrong.
" Let me explain it to you more fully,"
went on Proper, and for an hour and
twenty-seven minutes he did so. Then
he went on his way, leaving a dazed
Fairy behind him.
By-and-by Prince Clever came along.
Suddenly he saw a poor old woman in
front of him.
" Please give me something to buy a
crust of bread," she pleaded. "I'm
starving."
Prince Clever burst into a roar of
laughter.
" You don't catch me," he said.
"I 've read about this a hundred times.
You "re not an old woman at all ; you 'ro
a Fairy."
" W-what do you mean?" she stam-
mered.
" This is a silly test of Father's.
Well, you can tell him he 's got one son .
who 's clever enough to see through
him." And he went on his way.
By-and-by Prince Goldenlocks came
along. I need not say that he did all;
that you would expect of a third and ]
youngest son who had pink cheeks, j
long golden hair and (as I ought to;
have said before) a very loving nature, i
He shared his last piece of bread with
the poor old woman . . .
(Surely he will get the throne ! )
13ut the Fairy was an honest Fairy.
She did understand Proper's point of!
view ; sho had to admit that, if Clever
saw through her deception, it was
honourable of him to have said so. •
And though, of course, her loving heart
was all for Prince Goldenlocks she felt;
that it would not be fair to award the:
throne to him without a further trial. ;
So she did another thing that she was
very fond of doing. She changed her-;
self into a pretty little dove and — right i
in front of Prince Proper — sho llevvj
with a hawk in pursuit of her. " Now I
we shall see," she said to herself,!
"which of the three youths has the;
softest heart."
You can guess what Proper said.
"Life," he said, "is one constant*
battle. Nature," he said, "is ruthless,!
and the weakest must go to the wall.'
If I kill the hawk," he said, " I am kindj
to the dove, but am I," he said, and I .;
think there was a good deal in this —
" am I kind to the caterpillar or what-.
ever it is that the dove eats?" Of '
course, you know, there is that to be
thought of. Anyhow, after solilo-
quising for forty-seven minutes Prince
Proper went on his way ; and by-and-
by Prince Clever came along.
You can guess what Clever said.
"My whiskers!" he said, "this is
older than the last. I knew this in my
cradle." With one of those nasty
sarcastic laughs that I hate so much he
went on his way ; and by-and-by Prince
Goldenlocks came along.
(Now then, Goldenlocks, the throne
is almost yours !)
You can guess what Goldenlocks
said.
" Poor little dove," he said. " But I
can save its life."
Eapidly he fitted an arrow to his bow
and with careful aim let fly at the
pursuing hawk . . .
I say again that Prince Goldenlocks
was the most beautiful youth you have
ever seen in your life, and he had a very
loving nature. But he was a poor shot.
He hit the dove . . ,
"Is that all !• " said Margery.
" That 's all," I said. " Good night."
A. A. M.
DECEMBEB 31. 1913.] PUNCH. OR THE LONDON CHARIVARI. 547
THE PANTOMIME SONG.
TIME — A Jew days before the QpMMfl Xiyltt,
Father (reading the icords of new pantomime sony)
" ' Come with mo to Demerara ;
'Neath the palm-trees wo will stray ;
Bid farewell to pain and sorrow ;
Our love will grow from day to day.'
THAT'S THE SILLIEST HOT I EVEB READ. How CAS PEOPLE BE PAID TO BINO SUCH BOSH, Ac., Ac."
S. "COME WITH ME TO &EMERARA, &C., &C."
Father. "Noi BAD, EH? SEEMS DIFFERENT SOMEHOW WHEN YOU HEAR IT suso."
TIME— A u-eek later.
The Family (all together, with zest). " COME WITH ME TO DEMERARA, Ac., Ac."
548
PUNCH, OR THE LONDON CHARIVARI. [DECEMBER 31, 1913.
NO PEISMAT1C HAIB FOE MEN
THE DECISION OF THE NUT KING.
THE new fashion, which is being
introduced into London from Paris
of brightly coloured hair for women, to
go with different costumes, has been
causing. considerable panic in lower Nu
ircles, but happily their unrest is nov
over.
A West End coiffeur having ox
jressed himself in print as favouring the
nevy feminine mode, and recommendec
•arious shades of hair-dye in green am
)lue and purple, a number of the
nioie noticeable Nuts began to wonder
whether or not some such adjunct to
their beauty would not also be forced
upon them. But the heart of Nutville
| now beats normally once more. The
' fiat has gone forth.
Interviewed by a representative of
Mr. Punch, the leading Nut, or Philo-
pena, declared firmly against any such
change. " Our trouble is this," he said.
" We feel that we must keep pace with
the girls. Yet no self-respecting Filbert
could dye bis moustache blue or green.
For two reasons. One is that he dis-
likes the idea; the other, that very
likely he has no moustache. All Bar-
celonas do not have moustaches. Some
don't like them ; others can't grow them.
A Nut is no less a Nut bacause he is
clean-shaved. It is the hair that tells
with a Nut, not the moustache ; and no
Nut wants green or blue hair."
" But surely," our representative said,
" if you had neckties and socks to match,
your hair might be very charming if it
were dyed. Think of the symphony ;
you might' even be in danger of being
stolen, like Leonardos."
" We are now," he said with pride.
"Do not be impetuous in resisting so
alluring an adjunct, I implore you," said
our representative as ho rose to leave.
The Nut King pondered for a moment.
'No," he said at last, "I think not.
Let the ladies have it alone. We must
be magnanimous now and then."
BEYOND BEFOBM.
GRIDLEY was an average sort of
man, such as you may see in Throg-
morton Street on any day of the week
except Sunday. Yoneril, on the other
land, was a teetotaler, non-smoker,
sarly riser, two-meal-a-day vegetarian'
-and, if you can think of anything
)lse of that sort,' he was that as well,
still, Voneril was sometimes human;
ie bad not always been these things.
Being a plain, normal man, Gridley
possessed a capacity for making good
resolutions; and tlie end of the year
found him talking to Voneril at the
club with that anxious expression on
his face which the turner-over of new
leaves is accustomed to wear.
"Thank you for telling mo all about
vegetarianism," said Gridley gloomily,
"but 1 really do not think it would
suit me. At the same time I must
make an effort to limit myself to, say,
three square meals a day in the New
Year. And I am not sure that it would
not be well for me to knock off a cigar
or two" — and as he continued his
appearance became more and more
dejected.
" Well, Gridley," said Voneril briskly,
his healthy face beaming genially,
" while I admit that men with habits
like mine have a rotten time at
Christmas, you must agree that they
are saved a lot of worry when the
New Year comes."
English as she is wrote.
"The sort of Champagne ono's guests, on
tasti, g the first glass, turn to their host with
an unspoken look of admiration."— Adrt.
Can it bo that " return " is meant, the
admiration being for his pluck?
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PUNCH, OR THE LONDON CIIARIVAllf.
NEW YEAR NOVELTIES.
Mr. Punch is glad to note that tlic
sensible custom is spreading of choosing
gifts that will be of practical use to
their recipients during the Now Year.
He is pleased to give publicity to a few
of the novelties displayed: —
Messrs. Armstrong-Bilberry have
devised the " CIVILWAR SHUTOUT,"
a smart slip-on garment that should he
very popular during the social in-
clemencies of 1914. This sound and
protective storm-coat is woven through-
out of the iinest Harvey ised steel, and
reinforced over the- heart by three-inch
plating. Loopholes for revolver fire
in street fighting are cleverly masked
by the large black-and-white check
pattern which is painted on this really
natty overcoat of the man about town.
They also ensure the ventilation so
essential in all heavy garb.
The "Civilwar" has already caught
on. Orders have been received from
Mr. JOHN REDMOND, Lord LONDON-
DERRY, Sir EDWARD CARSON, Mr. JAMES
LARKIN an,d several other leaders who
favour a stout equipment against the
disturbances of what promises to be an
exceptionally stormy year. Travellers
contemplating the crossing of the Irish
Sea cannot he given a more useful
present than the " Civilwar Surtout."
The increasing number of golfers
who naturally resent the interruption
by business of the real game of life will
welcome the sporting little " PUTTUM-
BRELLA " sold by Messrs. Hopage and
Co. The removable knob of this um-
brella is a veritable "gutty," disguised
by Japanese carvings that give an ex-
cellently true run. The ribs and silk
cover are instantly detachable, leaving a
perfectly balanced putter. The familiar
disc on to which tho frame of an ordi-
nary umbrella fastens is of convex
aluminium, and makes an ever-ready
" hole." The " Puttumbrella " is unde-
tectablo by partners, employers, head-
clerks, supervisors and all other pests,
and it can be re-fixed (according to
tests that Messrs. Hopage have made
in their own offices) between the time
a tread is heard on the stairs and the
opening of the door.
A really timely novelty has been
invented by Madame Clarkson
Pomeroyd, the famous beauty specialist.
The " ' GIOCONDA ' TOILET CASKET " is
sure to find a place on the dressing-
table of every butterfly of fashion. We
cannot divulge the secret of this charm-
ing preparation. Let it suffice to re-
mark that its basic ingredient consists
of a priceless and ancient Florentine
cosmetic which has the miraculous
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THE TAPESTRY MODE.
TJte Millionaire (declining to purchase post-impressionist creation).
WHY, MY MAIDEN A'ST CUD DASBN A BETTER PICTURE'S THAT."
DOIN'!
power of giving to the lips of the fair
user the subtle and enigmatical smile
which will be the society rage of the
coming year.
No better advertisement of this new
face cream could be devised than the
letter of the Bishop of Dalston to the
press : — " The ' Gioconda ' Toilet Casket
is the most actively evil emollient of
our decadent age."
The custom of all classes is sought
by our great modern emporiums. With
this in view Messrs. Whiterods are
advertising "THE SYMPATHETICON," an
ideal gift for any ardent trade unionist.
This little invention is something more
than a mere scientific toy. It is like
a watch in appearance and can bo
worn in the pocket or fastened to a
belt. It is fitted inside with a delicate
mechanism of wireless telegraphy. If
an employer of any sort discharges a
British workman for any cause what-
ever, an alarum rings in the nickel
case and continues jintil the owner lias
declared a sympathetic strike. Messrs.
Whiterods anticipate a sale of millions
of these faithful little friends of the
organisation of Labour. They can
accordingly offer them at tho trivial
price of one shilling each— or, with
extended affiliation to the Continent, at
sixpence extra.
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PUNCH, OR THE LONDON CHARIVARI. [DECEMBEB 31, 1913.
WINTER SPORTS.
How TO CHOOSE A Swiss
" IN order to ostimalo the stylo of a
hotel count the bathrooms and private
sitting-rooms and roughly measure the
size of the reception rooms. The ratio
of these to the si/e of the hotel will bo
in inverse ratio of life in the hotel to
the simple life." That is the advice
given in The I'uhlic Schools' Alpine
Sports Cluli I'cd/- 7-YoV, by a Director
df Alpine Sports, Ltd., and no doubt
he ought to know ; but, although it is
a good idea in its way, it docs not really
take us very far. The thing is getting
more difficult every year. It is not, I
would have you understand, that there
is any lack of da In on which to form
an opinion. Quito the reverse. You
cannot in this matter begin to make
the faintest, most timid and tentative
enquiry without being instantly over-
whelmed, glutted, smothered in informa-
tion. If the people who run these
things would bo content to send you
particulars of only two hotels — one
obviously good and the other clearly
rotten — you might, without any sur-
render of your right of unfettered
choice, know what to do ; but as it is
I have an economical friend in the
North who no longer finds it necessary
to take in a daily newspaper in winter
as there is always a supply of material
for lighting fires since the day, two years
ago, when he sent an enquiring post-
card about Swiss hotels.
There are some who choose by the
picture at the top. That is a mistake.
You will be disappointed. The three
small spruce trees covered with snow
which stand in a row on the extreme left
will not be there when you arrive. The
flag will not be flying like that, or if it
is it means that there is an abominable
wind which makes the place quite unfit
to live in. The skating rink will not be
covered with all those graceful people
doing those beautiful figures. There
will merely be a few ordinary people,
like yourself, scratching round in the
usual way. And the old gentleman on
a toboggan, who is uproariously flying
down the slope in front of the hotel at
such a breakneck speed, with his com-
forter trailing behind him, will probably
—when you arrive— he painfully prod-
ling himself along with a stick in either
land. No, it is a mistake to choose by
the picture. «
Some choose by the altihrde, but
here is apt to be a touch of snobbery
about that. Some choose by the name
of the proprietor. 1 admit that I like
one with a hyphen myself, such as
3aumgrab-Egger or Eikli-Metzenheim.
But this is a chancy method at best.
1 really think it is simplest after all,
although at first sight it seems a des-
perate course, to choose by the plan of
the rcoms. Get some pins and spread
the sheet out on the table. First mark
down the lift. If there is no lift, do
not accept a pbotographic dark-room
as a substitute, but give it up and try
another hotel. Then hunt out the
dining-room and observe if it happens
to have any windows that open upon
the outer air. If it is buried in the
heart of the building, with winter-
gardens on three sides of it, give it up
Lady (anxioiisly, to reckless painter). "Do
BE CAREFUL, Ml' GOOD MAN ; MY LITTLE
PONGIE 'S JUST UNDER YOUK LADDKl: ! "
and start again. You will now mark
down the reception-rooms, count the
bathrooms and carefully estimate the
number of square metres in the passages.
(People always put their empty lug-
gage in the passages, and you want to
know, of course, if you are likely to fall
over it iii the dark.) Eoughly cal-
culate the number of balconies, then
turn back to the picture and count the
chimneys.
Now we may make a few helpful
calculations. The balconies multiplied
by the bathrooms, with the chimneys
added, will give ua a useful index
number as to the standard of luxury
maintained. This may be divided into
the bedrooms, plus the length of the
ballroom in metres. Now throw in the
lift, and the result will be in inverse
ratio to the probabilities of Tango Teas.
If you want to know whether you may
look for finger-bowls, discover first of
all if any charge is made for the band.
If not, it is an excellent sign. It may
mean that you are to get your music
for nothing, and that is good. It may
mean that there is no band, and that is
magnificent. The price of the band, if
there is one, in francs, multiplied by
the radiators in the ballroom and taken
in the strictest proportion with the
size of the winter-garden, will give you
a sound working idea concerning tlio
prospects of fancy-dress balls.
To get at the quality of the food it
is not a bad plan to estimate and con-
sider the number of miles to the coast
(fish); to Paris (eggs — so they say);
to Berne (salads and fresh vegetables) ;
and to Ceylon or China (tea). But the
question of the tea is not so simple as
it seems. Afternoon tea is not inclusive,
you must understand, but in order to
checkmate the exodus to the cafes it
is charged at a fixed rate of so much
a week, so you may as well drink it,
anyhow. .
We hope that these few hints may
be of service to those who like to go
into a matter of this sort and make
themselves masters of it. For our own
part, when the time comes to make up
our mind, we generally blindfold our-
selves and pick our hotel from the
waste-paper basket.
Another Impending Apology.
"Although he was detained in St. George's
Hospital, it is not expected that hn recovery
will take many days." — Daily Telegraph.
More Street Noises.
" As a result of the development of Barking,
it was agreed to write to the Postmaster-
General, asking that Barking should bo in-
cluded in the London district postal service."
'1 he. Standard.
A Callous Comment.
'•FOOTBALL.
LONDON'S LEAGUE CLUBS DO WELL.
Two PLAYERS' LEGS BROKEN."
Daily Mail.
"The old bride at Berwick-on-Tweed con-
necting Kngland and Scotland by the Great
North-road is becoming dangerous owing to
motor traffic." — Daily A'cirs.
It sounds like a relic of Gretna Green.
" Tn the current number of n golfing weekly
J. H. Taylor gives a description of the early
days at Westward Ho ! Golf \v;is played then
n a state of nature." — Pall Matt Gasctte.
No doubt it encouraged a free swing,
3ut didn't tho Bishop of KENSINGTON
object ?
DECEMBER 31, 1913.] PUNCH, OR THE LONDON CIIAIM VAHI. 553
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Christinas Holiday Sportsman (whose dilapidated hireling has yot his foot over a rein). " WHAT 's TO BE BOSK? "
Runner. " WKI.L, WIF A HOIISKHY 'OBS vou COULD LIFT 'IK LEO, BUT \VIF THIS 'KBE 'oss, IF you LIFTS 'is i.i:n, I i;i:i.n.\i:
"E 'LL FALL ON 'is 'BAD."
OUR BOOKING-OFFICE.
(By Mr. Punch's Staff of Learned Clerks.)
THE mainspring of one of tho current revues is an ador-
able lady who sings sprightly syncopated songs from time
to time and, in between, smiles expansively and chatters
volubly at the audience, leaving tho stoniest critic with
not a word to say against her, except, possibly that, if any-
body else did what she did, it would be thoroughly bad art.
It has now been my luck to meet in a novel this same
intimate cheeriness, which assumes or creates a correspond-
ing vivacity in the person addressed, and is, as far as I can
see, a gift peculiar to the American artiste. In Van Cle.ce
(MACMILLAN) Mrs. MAUY S. WATTS operates on material of
a different and, happily, very much better class than the
plot of a music-hall production ; she tells the tale of a young
man's life in the States, who encounters every kind of
domestic, military and commercial complications and is
involved in love affairs of all sorts. There appear in the
tale also a boastful major who has never seen action in his
life, a weak-kneed youth addicted to strong drink but other-
wise excellent company, a semi-demi-tnondaine with an eye
to the main chance, and a bevy of the most unreasonable and
amusing female relatives I have ever met. The sinking of
tho .Maine looms large and real, and about the whole situa-
tion, at home and abroad, Mrs. WATTS rattles on with a lively
exuberance of phrase and a breadth of mind that are rarely
found together. With the manner of spelling in which she,
witli the cussedness of her race, persists, I shall always
quarrel; but witli her humour I am content. If it is typi-
cally American in form, it is essentially English in spirit.
If, before reading Mr. ERNEST THOMPSON SKTON'H Wild
Animals at Home (HODDER AND STOUGHTON),! had been com-
pelled to face that fearsome inquisition, a General Knowledge
Paper, and had been asked to write chattily about tho chip-
munk, the coyote, and the sneak-cat, I should hare sat
inactive in the seat of the scornful. Now, however, I am not
only prepared to tell you a great deal about these animals, but
also to encourage you to believe that it would be my fault
if you were bored in the telling. Without being in the
least didactic Mr. SETON is teaching all the time, and I
never put down a book of his without realising his
marvellous store of knowledge and his admirable manner
of imparting it. Occasionally he is more than a little
startling, and I was afraid that he was meaning to 1)0
humorous when I read, " I have a profound admiration for
the skunk. Indeed, I once maintained that this animal
was the proper emblem of America." But before I bad
finished the chapter I was equipped to defend the skunk
against all comers. Respectfully I raise my hat to this
brilliant adcocatus diaboli. The sketches and photographs
with which the book is illustrated cannot be beaten in
quality, but they are apt, by force of numbers, to interfere
with a pure enjoyment of the text. For Mr. SETON'S pen
is even mightier than his camera.
When you secure your copy of Mr. GEORGK A. BIKMING-
HAM'B collection of sketches of Irish life, entitled Irishmen
All (FouLis), please do not begin reading at page 1, for
the opening sketch may lead you to suppose that Mr.
BIRMINGHAM is in a less rollicking mood than is customary
with him. Go to page 137 and start on "The Publican."
PUNCH, OR THE LONDON CHARIVARI. [DECEMBEB 31, 1913.
Jfc is quite the funniest thing its author lias ever written.
I can imagine Mr. \V. \V. ,I.\cors reading; it and wishing
that he had thought of the idea for one of his Hob Pretty
stories. But then tho atmosphere is so peculiarly Irish
that it may lie that only Mr. BIRMINGHAM could have
handled it satisfactorily. 1 have met people who do not
enjoy this author's humour, hut I think that even they
KATE DOUGLAS WIGGIN makes a charming little chronicle
of simple loves and joys and sorrows out of The Story of
Waitslill Baxter (HODDEU AND STOUGHTON) and her half-
sister, Patience, in their obscure New Hampshire village.
For tho sake of her little sister, Wai 1st ill puts off her devoted
lover, Ivory Boynton, until Patience makes her own secret,
happy, romantic match, and then, in defence of her, explains
would bo thawed by this story of Mr. Peter Fogarly, thej to her father, Deacon Baxter, a miracle of sordid meanness
inn-keeper, and his" manoeuvres to counteract tho baleful [ and petty tyranny, her long withheld opinion of him, with
influence of tho temperance reformers in his village. But j a candour which even so good a girl must have found
of all the sketches in the book perhaps tho one calculated
In give tho gieatest pleasure to the Saxon reader is "The
Kxilo from Erin," as satisfying a satire on a particularly
irritating pose as^ have ever read. Desmond O'Donoghuc
and his Chelsea circle are a delight — from tho two earnest
young men, both atheists, who learned to dance Irish jigs
bivau.-e, being possessed by the idea that Irish priests were
opposed to dancing, they "hoped to do something towards
breaking the power of the Church by becoming expert jig-
dancers," to tho young lady who danced jigs, "hoping in
that way to get in touch with tho fairies." A- '~~ "'"
O'Donoghite himself,
"there is,"says the author,
" so far as I can find out,
only one thing which be
will not do for Ireland ; !
and that is, live there.!
But we must not blame j
him for that. Unlimited j
patriotism is too much to
expect from any man."
As for Mr.
I hesitate to recall how
long it is since first Mrs.
HODGSON BURNETT en-
listed my sympathies ; but
hero she is doing it again
as freshly and skilfully as
ever in her latest story,
to which she has given
the perplexing title of
T. Tembarom (H o D D K R
AND STOUGHTON). Perhaps, indeed,
Old Lady. " P'RAPS YOU WOULDN'T MIND JUST NUDGIS' ME WHEN WE
CiETS TO THE NEXT STATION — I'M A-COIN' TO 'AVE A WINK O* BLEEP."
extraordinarily pleasant when once she got going. I wonder
if I am right in detecting some carelessness in Mrs. WIOGIN'S
later methods. Does she not tend just to deal out the
sections of her story to her characters and make them pass
them on to the reader without troubling about subtleties of
characterisation ? Of course this does not apply to her
grotesques— she draws her curmudgeon of a deacon with
gusto; but doesn't she give her nice ordinary people rather
long and unlikely narrative speeches ? I know it is a jolly
simple method which I should undoubteelly adopt myself,
but that would bo for lack of the skill and experience of
the author of Rebecca of
Sunnybrook Farm. How-
ever, here is a pretty story,
prettily told, and it baa
the rare and surely not
always unwelcome quality
of rather accepting and
making the uest of a tradi-
tional morality than of
at tocr.pt ing a brand-new
one trimmed to the very,
very latest requirements.
On tho crushed straw-
bar: y paper- wrapper round
the cover of One of the
Crowd Messrs. CHAPMAN
AND HALL assert that the
pages of MME. ALBANESI'S
new novel "scintillate with
the glitter of tho foot-
I should be justified ; lights, which do not, however, outshine the deeper flame of
in calling this the latest version of a before-told story, as love." On the fly-leaf MME. ALBANESI herself has written,
you will understand when I explain that T. Tembarom
is the nickname given to an American youth of obscure
and apparently humble birth, who from the position of
ill-paid reporter on a New York paper is suddenly trans-
lated to be the owner of Temple Barholm in Lancashire and
seventy thousand a year. But if T. Tembarom is somewhat
obviously a relation of the famous Fauntlcroy he is certainly
none tho worse for that. Better indeed, for what Mrs.
HODGSON BURNETT does not know about the picturesque
details of coming into unexpected affluence isn't worth
knowing. There are scenes in Tembarom's initiation worthy
to rank with that immortal moment (how beloved of my
youth ! ) when his little velvet-suited lordship is shown
the room full of toys. There is also much else that makes
for a pleasant entertainment : a mystery, some slight
roguery, and at least one character, the Duke of Stone, quite
excellently portrayed. Tho. mystery, perhaps, is no great
matter; just transparent enough to keep us mildly im-
patient for its revelation, and in a state of flattered
superiority to thecharacters in thetale, who could not perceive
that Slrangeways, the man without memory whom Tembarom
had picked up in the streets, was really the missing — well,
you know. A happy and picturesque novel, untroubled by
realism, that I have much enjoyed, both for its own sake
and for what it pleasantly recalls.
" Is there anything whereof it may be said, See, this is new ?
it hath been already of old time, which was before us ; " but
it is only fair to adel that she acknowledges the sentiment to
be a citation from Ecclesiastes i. 10. Personally, if I may be
allowed to get in a word edgeways, 1 found th'at where the
authoress was dealing with tho life of mean lodging-houses
and the language and behaviour of musical-comedy favour-
ites, both "on" and "off," her book was exceedingly
bright and entertaining ; but when she strayed outside this
field to thrill us with genuine romance tho construction
of her story and its characters wore of a very common-
place and conventional kind. Sqp/iic Beamish, tho derelict
daughter of a great actor, being forced to adopt " the " pro-
fession in order to earn money, became the friend of Miss
Boodie Gaye, a transatlantic star whose orbit was apparently
at the eastern end of the Strand ; and for Miss Boodie Gaye
I have nothing but the sincerest admiration. Not since " The
Chorus Lady " left London have I heard such a h'ne flow of
American theatrical back-talk as gushed from this siren's
lips, and I guess that Sir Robert Devrington, the " mother's
joy-boy " who for so long " did tho dog Tray act " after her,
but eventually married Sophie, will sometimes weary for
his old flame. Further, I am practically certain that the
author of Ecclesiastes would have been startled some if he
had been introduced to Miss Boodie Gaye.
MUNITIONS OF PEACE.
An Episode at thr. Belfast Customs.
Now it began to bo recognised that there was a general prejudice in the country against Civil War.
true that nobody— not even the Earl of HALSBUBY— could remember from experience what oven a sort of Civil Wat
at homo was like; but history showed that fratricidal strife liad never suited the national genius or been really popul
in these islands. Consequently the practice had fallen into desuetude during the last few centuries.
There were reasons, too, why a Civil War would be peculiarly inconvenient in the conditions of
Although Sir EDWARD CAUSON had been at pains to say that the Army was bound, by all the laws of loyalty, to sli
at him if it was told to, it was felt that the spectacle of British troops lighting under Mr. REDMOND s two
the Irish and the American— against the bearers of the Union Jack, would have in it the essential ekincnl
Music-Hall Rtvue, which is to say that, while those who took part in it might tin.]
shock the intelligence of the spectator.
Then, again, a Civil War would be a bad example to Mexico; and, once more, at a moment when ou
Forces were a bit below themselves in point of numbers, it was not fair to Germany to throw fresh fc
Finally, a Civil War would distract people's attention from the prior claims of the Land Campaign.
Under these circumstances there was a feeling that the leaders on both sides ought to meet and talk things
together. And, indeed, they even went so far as to talk separately about talking things over together. Ant
did on party platforms, when the other side is never present. And each side protested that all this shouting at
another on party platforms was rotten, and kept on doing it.
And as a basis for conversations (in case they ever took place), the one side said that, if they could only h
their own way about all points that really counted, they were fully prepared to make uonccuioiis about anytl,
didn't matter at all. And the other side said just the same. .
And the trouble was that the one side, having committed themselves very deeply, wanted to save then
that the other side, not having any faces to save, wanted the People to be consulted. « 1-or, said they, "
arc gainst this great wrong being done to Ulster, they will put us into power and the great wrong won t bo doi
if they are in favour of it, then we wash our hands of the Civil War."
But it was never made quite clear why Ulster should bo any bettor pleased at having this great wiong (
just because the People thought it would bo good for her.
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PUNCH, Oil THE LONDON CHARIVARI. [DECEMBER 31, 1913.
Meanwhile, since it seemed probable that, unless somebody began to do something, Civil War would bo we!l
miviinced before the conversations had started, it was thought that, if wo were to have fighting at all, it would be best
for only one side to be armed. So a Proclamation was issued in the KING'S name that no unofficial weapons or
other deadly wherewithals should bo admitted into Ireland.
Now the Customs House Officers, faarful of imposition, wore instant to investigate all baggage, whatever pro-
fession was made as to its contents. And in this way a gteat amount of material designed for tho destruction of snipe
and woodcock was detained under suspicion. But also much clever work was done, and many disguises penetrated.
Thus, a gun-case labelled " Monna Lisa" was not allowed to enter the country. And a very large trunk, though it
bore the deceptive superscription, "Canary Seed," was also debarred from admission, on the ground that a bayonet
was observed to be protruding through a fissure in its side.
Now the Bight Honourable AUGUSTINE BIHRKLL, being tho Chief Secretary for Ireland and therefore responsible
for its integrity, presided over these detective operations. And in tho execution of his duty he came upon a box that
bore a strong similitude to a cartridge-magazine. And, giving it an authoritative tap, he said to the owner, who had
the air of arT inveterate sportsman, "Have you anything to declare? Ammunition, guns, rifles, pom-poms, maxims,
howitzers, submarines, mines or pea-shooters?"
" I have nothing to declare," replied the proprietor of the box, " except that I am a Sage. Sagas should be
exempt from suspicion."
"I am a hit of a Sago myself," replied Mr. BIURELL, "yet I am not exempt from public suspicion. And, though
Philosophers profess to ignore externals, they aie quick to suspect a brother Philosopher when appearances are against
him. Hence I ask, How comes it that, if its contents are not lethal, your box should so closaly resemble what I am
told is known as a cartridge-magazine ? "
"That is only my humour," explained the Sage.
"I am a bit of a humourist myself," replied Mr. BIRRELL ; "yet 1 am constantly reminded that there are
certain affairs of which a light treatment is not permissible. Only tho other day I read a leaderette in The Globe
headed 'Dangerous Humour,' in which that guardian of tho public weal attacked Mr. Punch for publishing a gay
article entitled ' A Vision of Ireland's Aimageddon.' '
"It baffles my poor comprehension," replied the Sage, " that a journal which in all heavy seriousness has done
its best to encourage Ulster to prepare for Civil War should object to an article which, if it were likely to produce the
effect predicted of it, would only ba assisting towards the same result. But as a matter of fact, as you well know, Sir,
there is no better solvent of a strained situation than clean and impartial ridicule. 1 take no shame that the article in
question should have appeared in one of my own pages."
" My dear old friend ! " exclaimed Mr. BIRUELL. " Your hump had escaped me, for my attention was confined
to your front view. But I ought to have recognised you by your genial countenance. Permit me to pass your baggage
unopened."
" On the contrary," replied Mr. Punch, " I insist on revealing tho matter within; for in my humble and unbiassed
opinion it constitutes the most desirable of imports. Its nature, I admit, is explosive, but it only operates when brought
into contact witli kindred natures made for mirth. Without its presence in the home, no form of Home Rule, even by
consent, is conceivable; on tho other hand, Ulster will adore it, and Ulster will be right."
And on this note of optimism Mr. Punch unlocked his magazine and exposed to view his
©lie Pwtkttr itntr Jfartg-Jfiftlj iolmw.
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557
Cartoons,
PAKTEIDOF,, BKr.x.\i:i«.
^Esculapius in I .on. inn 151
"As Mini t > Man" 489
As They Take It SS»
Broken Lullaby (A) 91
Collector ( rhc) 131
Kvor-opou lloor (The) 440
Fore-armed 509
'• II Giocondo" 0-9
IrmproMlbte (The) S8i>
Kismet Ill
looker-on (The) 51
M»n of the Moment (The) 319
Nation of l-'jre-oatei-s (A) 4('9
"National Disaster" of 191'.! (The) 2(19 i
Painting the. Lily 811
AOXF.W, GEOKGETTE
Season (The) ...................... C7
Al.l.KN, F. L.
Creative Gift (The) ................ 42
AXXESI.EY, FltAXCIs
M iseamage of Humour (A) ........ 120
ATKEY, BXRTBAM
Golf for Heroes .................. 224
Man without Ideas (A) ............ 75
BIKD, A. W.
1'eaco ............................ 205
" Strong, Silent Man " (The) ...... 47-1
Br.EX, .1. TWEI.I.S
Ne-v Year Novelties .............. 551
BROWN, C. I1ILT.OX
On a Small Nut ..................
Speysido ........................
BUISNET W. HODC.SOX
Cabinet Golf ....................
M. IV s Oardt n of Verse s (Tin-) ----
CIIAI.MKI-.S, 1'. K.
Budger (The) ....................
Brandy ..........................
Culs ............................
Dream Pinni r (A) ..............
In October ......................
Maninio hs ......................
On Simon's Stack ................
Ship's Kitten (The) ..............
Swallows .......................
Villa:,-,! l'oet(A) ..................
COCllRAXK, ALFRED
Deserter (Tim) ....................
COLLINS, O. H.
" And then them was Xmie .....
Cosmetics : A Question of Tast <• . .
Thoughts on a Glittering liauble . .
OltESWELL, hUI.KBI.EV
Pwado-neo-GrM ..................
So,la-\\ater Siphon (The) ..........
DARK, KIOMAUD
Critic in tun Cradle (The) ........
Ki'Ki-'.iiM.F.Y, AHTHCU
PARTRIIIGE, BERNARD.
Postal Disorder (A) 289
Question of Detail (A) 171
Uioter's Ideal (The) '-"-".'
Second Thoughts 30
Sorrows of Uuorta (The) 409
Third Stage (The) 549
Union of Hearts (A) 321)
Way They Have in the Balkans (A) 71
Woodrow on Toast ml
" Yorkshire KelisU " 429
KAVEN-HlI.L, L.
Another Peace Conference 801
Baulked! <«
Broncho-buster (The) 42t
RAVEN-HIU, L.
Dangerous Game (A) 24R
Dawn of liannony (The) 2(1!'
" Entente Tube " (The) 143
Goliien Silence (Tim) 1«!
Home Rule, Maze (The) 401
Ideal llome(Iinle) Exhibition (The) 821
" In theMultitude 01 Counsellors :isi
Kleptorou mania 123
I,and Campaigner (The) 801
Landlord's Nemesis (The) 281
Ijuisdowne enters the Lists 8
Liberal Pleasure-Party at Sea (The)
20-21
Ministry ofSport(A) 18»
New Biuiwwk-k'T (Tin-) 541
|RAVEN-Hiu., L.
. New Ulysses (The) 441
One of the KnuU IDS
Pleasure Deferred (A) 83
Sold Out S51
"8.O.S." Ml
Their Annual Treat *"
"When!" 4«1
ToWNsKN'I), K. II.
" DeuUchland Ucber Allc» " 211
" Land Cam|ja«n " ( Hie) 601
O*it of Commission 2'J
SariiiK Her Face 4*1
Tri but* of Envy (The) 481
Wunderklnd (The) Ml
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High' r I" raining for Business .....
ECKXBSLXT, ABTHUR
Ni w Way of Advertising Flnys 831
Purple Dragon (The) 23
Sparing our Feelings S34
KI.IAS, FRANK
Holes and " Beastly Holt* " 245
Wanted, Interest, not Capital 142
Waier-bubytThe) 108
EMANUEI,, WALTER
Charivaria weekly
Images from the Uiary of a Kly 15C, 16rt,
188
FAY, STANLEY J.
David-and-Jonathan Biigade (The) 4'
From a llnilway Carriage Window 1 1
Glad Good-bye (The) 118
Girat Iteformer (A) 2"
It^ms from Everywhere fl
New Interviewing (The) 1U
Pre-natal Influence 334
School for Mickllngs (The) 158
Slinging it about 2S3
Vile Corpus (The) 344
FlHir, \\ . W. Bl.AIK
Ag' nt Triumphant 435
Night and Morning Thoughts 32
Ode on a Week-end Cottage '-".'O
" Kogue in Giain" (A) '-T4
FlIKXCIl, C. O.
Ti y our Mixture «
KKY, G. II.
Trumpet (The) : A Cure for Eorcs 540
G.UIVKY, ISA
Blanche's Letters W>, W I, 4'Ii'.
l-adie and the Lavender Man IS'.'
GlTTlNS, II. N.
Brilliant Phantasy (A) ""-4
By the Left W»l
Lucky Escape (A) 203
Cit.MiAM, Captain HAHUY
BulK'irium (The) ':"
"S.P.H.G."(The) 424
Sportsman (The) 4S4
GllAVES, 0. L.
Dongo (The) 413
GRAVES, C. I..
Garkin and Lan in
Plaint of Perey Illingwoith, Ks-i-
M.l'.(The)
He-sessional
Hhymeof the Evasive Keviewer .
To Engelbert Humperdinck
GRAVES, C. L., AND LfCAs K. V.
Another Injustice
Authors discuss China
< Vns'!i ial symliosimn (A)
Chance, t lie Fri. nd
Creed of Success (The)
Cure (The)
Fallen Star (A)
Forecast of the British ASH. (A) . .
Gentleman of the House-top (A) ..
|; Gentlemen, the Drama ! "
Goozley & Co.'s New Songs
Great Literary Sensation
Holiday Mints
How Genius Works
Infinitude of Commonplace (The). .
In Self-defence
King wilh a Sense of Humour (The)
Literary Gossip
"Love Letters ol a Dm -hess" (The)
Lyra Ilyjiochondriaca
Ministerial Mistlts
Mr. C rrutheis
Musical Notes
Musical-Olympic Appeal (A)
Musical Oni.-ns
Organist «i Hospitality
Our Ueview of Heviews
(Hit burst (An)
Pal riurelial Drama (The)
Pepper Puts (The)
PiTtrct Cricket* r (Th-)
Poets at Bay
Proper Pride
Prude's Progress (The)
liural Hevelry
Studies of Ileviewers 45:1, 47.1
Treasure Seekers (The)
Trials of Greatness (The)
Well Done !
Winged Victory (The)
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Futuristic Fun 476
Modernised " Punch andJndy"(A) 400
HASTIXUS, 11. MACIKIXAI.H
Autobiography of John Upjohn .. SSC
Clement Cliiip-ni*t>l 40!
HllDCKIXSdN, T.
Biting Critic (The) 110
( 'liamlxT Music S43
Little Revenge 01"') SDH
Modern Fairies II
N;.styJar(A) SOS
Second Thoughts *5
Time-honoured Tyrant (A) 45»
To a Fixxl Heformer 416
To Mr. Hikes 1S4
What's ilia Name? SSO
HOI-KINS, K. T.
Free Exchange of View (A) 49«
LloltTdN, HARDI.II
Yellow Gnome (The) 188
HI»KEX, J. F.
Acxlemie Discussion (An) 5U
Traffic Problem (The) 804
Un •' Mt^lecin Malgrc Ltd " itll
Ho\VE, 1'. 1'.
Pifflcnlllt* of l«-ing a Mother (The) 2^.
Keep igtlie llii-iitn-s (!]«•[] H'J
JENKINS, KRNEST
Are Golfers Snobbish ? 803
Avenger of our Bomlianlier (An) .. ,r*0
Editorial Advertisement Scantlal
(The) 3<«
Imperial Lyons (The) 88
Medical Congress Notes 154
New City (Th-) 412
Oar Tainted Education S73
Should Kiral Politicians Din-
Togethei 1 S!K!
Spasm of Gratitude (A) S-V.
SuinT-agilat r (The) 4<7
V ..riety Artist (A) 168
JOIINM'OX, Al.EC
"Mom. a Lisa" and the Man who
Knew 623
Penny Wise 223
558 PUNCH, OR THE LONDON CHARIVARI. [DECEMBEK 31, 1913.
Articles — continued.
KENDALL. Cui>tain
Fame of Char l< itto (The)
KatalHiiw(A) 147
Kanvette
Lament for tlie liutler 33j
!.»!•»•• in Art (A) 41.0
1. IIM'S to a Porpoise 1: <
Luck <'•'<
To a Cen'.t nuiian C<;ek tin > 531
Kxox, K. (',. V.
Bird, ilin |ioui:h ami th" Haul ('Hi.')
.::.- ul llemy Ik.ml I'lhe)
Ikiomsday
Fiction on the Film Hi
Cixjd News fur Unpert 4H'
(iood Weeds for I II ;.ll l
Meal lIi.ni.-(Tlie) 3ii:l
Jeux d'Esprit at Drnry IJUID 70
I. Allegro in 1913 405
M:cnad (The) 110
Marvel of It (Thr) 7
Nightmare of the Underground (A) 4'.'3
Pusher (The) 64
K'.iind-shotnf E:ij;l:ind(The) .... 488
Salve Atque Vale
Why you Yell 328
1. '.MILKY, F. 0.
Antique (Tlie) 544
Ilitf Day (The) 472
Bii(!h. ar (The) no
Common Round (The) 314
1 letf Herat*' (The) L'4S
Division (The) 'J4I
Drudge (Thr) 491
Ilat-lmiitcr(Tlii') 433
IIistrion(Tli>0 313
l-apses of Time 'J*7
I-ast Lay (Tlie) 103
Menu (The) 65
Koblesse Oblige V29
One Touch of Nature S54
Personality (A) L'3I
LAWS, A. GOIIUON
Finest City (The) 202
Gun-running 0
How can they at the Price '! 340
Should an Author Tell t 4SO
LEU MANN. R. C.
Authors' Strike (The) .. ..266
Bath (Tlie) 87
Boiiad(The) 511
Button-hook (The) 452
Charivaria 223
Children's Gymkhana (A) 254
Concerning Pheasants 434
Dickens 8tf 1
Dog's Welcome (The) 215
Li H MANS R. 0.
Friendly Waitress (The) . 17fl
Garden Party (The) 118
l, lacier (The) ..... .............. I'.n'
Hiccup (The)
ll.iliday Plans
llo\v to a j ipease I Ister
How we Lost a Little Dog
Lake (The)
I --ist smukc (The)
Mr. Punch's Own Indian Poet
.Mrs. Baxter
l itympie Catechism (An)
Piinsies
I'.-it ient (The)
l'a\i'd Court (1 lie)
T,.an Old Friend
Two Poets
LITAS, K. V.
Once upon a Tim.) 8, 42, 115. 16.1, 212,
255, 271, .127
Rhyming Slang .................. 44 1
LrrY, Sir HK.MIY
Kssence of Parliament .. 33, 53, 73, 93,
113, 133, 153, 173
"Lobby" ........................ 351
uLifAM, HAHHEKTON
Appn eiafiou (An) ............... 273
Put to the Proof .................. 50
M.u'Kicu.AK, Miss
Bazar ............................ 05
MARTIN, N. K.
Another Ijuid Grievance .......... 412
Concerning William Smith ........ 25-2
Debute on Spurts' Office Vote ____ 185
Further Dealings of llr. Mallaby-
Deeley ........................ 542
ImuUiaiy Conversations .......... 443 i
My Beauty Spot .................. 137 I
New Militancy (The) .............. (13
Rustic Innke'-per (The) .......... 200
Vision of Ireland's Armageddon (A) 500
UIALL, DEKWKNT
Light Offence (A) ................ 135
MILNE, A. A.
Among the Animals .............. 128
Assured Revolution .............. 204
At the Ploy .......... t'2ti. 2i7, 41li, 450
Birthday Present (The) ... . OS
Breath of Life (A) ........... .... 426
Di (tuitions ...................... 325
Disappointment ................. 52l5
Few Tricks for Christmas (A) ____ 506
Financier (The) .................. 400
In l he Swim ...................... 4sG
King's Sons (Tlie) ................ 546
MlI.NK, A. A.
Ix)rds Temporal
Lot 170 48
Missing Curd (The) 148
"Mr. Wu"
Mr. Punch's Seasiiie Novelette .... 2?
ilr. Punch's Seaside Pago 108
Onler of the Bath (The) 200
Point of View (The) 88
Raleigh Touch (The) 246
Spii'Miing Walnut Tree (The) 182
Stumbling Block (The) -Js,
Tragedy of the Sea (A) 1 C.7
Trunk Call (A) 300
Uncle Kilwanl 36(!
Under Kntirely New Management 346
" Witch " (Tlie) a;. 4
Moor.K, CLIFTON
My Day's Pleasure 283
Ml.'I.CKEW, FlSANK
Photography that Tells (The) 213
MURRAY, KiT/ii'iv
Apathy of England (The) 515
PHILLIPS, C. K.
Debt of Honour (A) 178
POPE, JESSIE
Household lioon (A) 510
Mermaid's Toilet (The) lyo
Pick of the I .itter 2M)
Trier (A) 410
itioBY, REGINALD
Sr i eh for Olympic Tah'nt (The) .. 145
Sorccn ss (The) 310
RISK, R. K.
Compromise Fine ('Hie) . 2
Test Case (A) 271
JlTTBSBEltO, MAX
Life H story of a Nobody (The) 236
SEAMAN, OWEN*.
At the Play SS, 116, 104, 276, 200, 330,
356, 376, 430, 450, 610, 534
Better than a Play 42
Eel. tor to bis Locum (An) 210
" Full-steam " Opt mist (The) 44S '
Game and Golf 360 I
Heirs of Hellas (The; !4->
Homburg Cure (The) 122
Home Def- nee 102
How the I.ibeials got there 320
Kaiwr Wlllwhn to King Carol 102
Leaves from the Beerbohm Tree of
Knowledge 02, 82 I
Liberal Club Next Door (Tlie) 2j
Munitions of Peace 555 '
New Lord of Coveut Garden (The) 520
Peace Week 200
SEAMAN, OWES
Shocking Examples ....
Sporting Spirit (The) ...
Thoughts on tlie Near Future
To the Curse of My Country
United Family (A)
Woman Turns (The)
SMITH, KKUTKAM
Camper's Luck
Elucidation (The)
Freedom of the Press
Highland Solitude (A) ...\
Insurance in the Lower School
Our Country Diary . , .
Our Daily Po.itical Faro'.'! !
Scotland's New Sport
Sympathe ic fctrike (A)
Tribulations of a Tbiixl-rate Shot '
Winter Sports
Word Pictures ,..'!
i'Eiio, LEOPOLD
Samuel the Supercilious
SYMNS-, ,). M.
IJruwn Babies
(iiirrunipore Links (The) '"
liosery (The)
SYKIS. A. A.
Chameleon Hens.
School for Fathers (A)
THOMSON, W. if.
Dea.lly Virtue (Tlie) ...
TII.DESLEY, CECIL
Practical Hints on Golf
TOMBS, J. S. Al.
(iieater Magic (T'lc)
Last Words on the Clothing Con-
troversy
TOISIN, Mrs.
Extracts from the Journal of an
Ostrich
Perils of tlie Deep
WATT, BASIL H.
Ma,vsNestEgg(A)
V IIITE, R. F.
Age of Enterprise (The)
Bill-ball
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2SO
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400
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3!H!
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Kout of the Theorist (The) .
Traveller's Tale (A) ....
Wasted Talent ....
Worst Policy (The) ..,', ' w
WHITNALL, S. E.
Our Annual Massacre 440
WoDKHOUSJt, P. G.
Mr. Punch's Football Experts 372
n, G. D. 55, 79, 95, 117, 137, 159, 179
195, 215, 255, 293, 337, 357, 377, 391, 415
437, 451, 477, 497, 517, 531, 553
ARTHUR, EDWIN 135
BAUMER, LEWIS . . 9, 18, 23, 50, 89, 109 170
190, 228, 248, 287, 309, 371, 428, 487, 503
BAYNES, PHILIP 211, 275, 411, 444, 515
BELCHER, GEORGE .... 13, 46, 77, 150, 355
BIRD, W. . .6, 41, 61, 101, 126, 160, 166 180
231, 295, 318, 324, 352, 372, 467, 479, 512^
524, 532, 544
BBOOK, RICABDO 198, 204, 241, 292, 312, 339,
398, 424
BBOWN, GEORGE C 439 499
BUCHANAN, FRED .' .' 100
CAVEXAOH, WARING '. ' '{±3 344
COKBETT, E. P '49.;
DOWD, J. H '.'.'.'.'.'.'. 272, 399
FRASI:R, P. 63, 106, 224, 26t, 303, 331, 385, 554
trRAVE, CUABLEB 47, 67, 87, 107, 127, 166
199, 305, 335, 455, 493, 507
HABRISON, CHARLES 35, 505, 533
HABT, FRANK 4gg
HASELDEN, W. K. .. 116, 276, '296,' 336,' 350
_ 376, 391, 416, 464
HEATHCOTE, C. N 491
HENRY, THOMAS ..81, 239, 279, 359, 401 537
HORJJE, A. E 27, 39, 225, 273
JESKIS, G. C. . . 129, 212, 271, 375, 445, 528
KING, GUNNING 75 297
LLOYD, A. W 412, 432,' 472', 484,' 534
LOXGMIBK; GEORGE 419
Lu vr, WILMOT 417' 435 468
MCCOBMICK, H
Pictures and Sketches.
MACPHEESON, D 27
MILLAR, H. B 343
MILLS, A. WALLIS 25, 57, 90, 115, 149, 185,
213, 233, 251, 267, 288, 313, 333, 365, 395,
408, 453, 475, 495, 511, 527, 539
MORKOW, GEORGE 26, 28, 29, 30, 33 34 40
53, 54, 59, 73, 74, 80, 93, 94, 113, 114 12o'
133, 134, 140, 153, 154, 173, 174, 181,' 218*
238, 258, 278, 284, 298, 299, 307, 323 338'
358, S78, 397, 418, 438, 458, 474, 498, 618,
538, 547
NoRitis, ARTHUR 10, 141, 227, 291, 317 373
425, 452,. 459, 485, 504, 519, 545
PARTRIDGE, BERNARD j
PEARS, CHARLES 24, 99, 231. 253
PEDDIE, TOM 155
PEGRAM, FRED \ 551
TEXN, ARTHUR ' 252
HAVEN-HILL, L. . . 15, 49, 63, 130, 175' 194
226, 243, 311, 368, 488, 508, 556
REYNOLDS, FRANK 14, 97, 119, 157, 169
247, 265, 315
ROUNTREE, HARRY . . 187, 235, 353, 405, 433
RUHKIN, G. F 478i 552
SHEPABB, E. H 167, 197, 207, 237, 268,
347, 367, 387, 427, 457. 535
SHEPPERSON, C. A 16, 110, 189, 208, 2f.:i
328, 3-13, 407, 4^8, 471
SIMMONS, GRAHAM 3(34
SMITH, A. T 7, 24, 66, 147, 161, 219, 223,
257, 2£9, 285, 3i5, 388, 4C3, 431, 473, 525
STAMPA, G. L. . . 12, 37, 70, 86, 139, 177, 205
245, 277, 327, 345, 363, 379, 393, 413, 431,
465, 5-1S
THORPE, J. H 392, 447
TOWNSKND, F. H. 5, 11, 17, 45, 65, 85, 105,
125, 145, 165, 193, 203, 283, 304, 819, 332,
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