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Title: Punch, or the London Charivari, Volume 100, January 3, 1891
Author: Various
Language: English
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VOL. 100.

January 3, 1891.

[Illustration: VOL. C, CALENDAR]

  JANUARY xxxi Days.

   1 Th  N. Year's D.
   2 F   Abydos t.
   3 S   L. Hunt b.
   4 S   2 S. af. Chr.
   5 M   Sambourne]
   6 T   Epiphany
   7 W   Bp. Ely d.
   8 Th  Cam. L.T.b.
   9 F   S.r. 8 h. 6 m.
  10 S   S.s. 4 h. 10 m.
  11 S   1.S. af. Epip.
  12 M   Hil. Sit. b.
  13 Tu  B. Cannæ
  14 W   Oxf. L.T. b.
  15 Th  Orsini plot
  16 F   B. Corunna
  17 S   Franklin b.
  18 S   2 S. af. Epip.
  19 M   Watt b.
  20 Tu  Fabian
  21 W   Agnes
  22 Th  Vincent
  23 F   Pitt d. 1806
  24 S   Fox b. 1749
  25 S   Septuag. S.
  26 M   Brazil disc.
  27 Tu  J. Gibson d.
  28 W   Prescott d.
  29 Th  Capit. Paris
  30 F   Chas. I. bhd.
  31 S   B. Jonson b.

  FEBRUARY xxviii Days.

   1 S   Sexages. S.
   2 M   B. Lincoln
   3 Tu  Bassevi d.
   4 W   S.r. 7 h. 36 m.
   5 Th  Galvani d.
   6 F   S.s. 4 h. 56 m.
   7 S   Dickens b.
   8 S   Quinqu. S.
   9 M   Darnley m.
  10 Tu  Q.V. marr.
  11 W   Ash. Wed.
  12 Th  Cellini d.
  13 F   Revol. 1688
  14 S   Valentine
  15 S   1 S. in Lent.
  16 M   Burke exe.
  17 Tu  Braham d.
  18 W   Luther d.
  19 Th  Copernic. b.
  20 F   J. Hume d.
  21 S   Trinidad t.
  22 S   2 S. in Lent
  23 M   S. Brookes d.
  24 Tu  Matthias
  25 W   Wren d.
  26 Th  T. Moore d.
  27 F   Benevento
  28 S   J. Tenniel

  MARCH xxxi Days.

   1 S   3 S. in Lent
   2 M   Wesley d.
   3 Tu  B. Merton
   4 W   Somers b.
   5 Th  S.r. 6 h. 39 m.
   6 F   Du Maurier
   7 S   S.s. 5 h. 48 m.
   8 S   4 S. in Lent
   9 M   Cobbett b.
  10 Tu  Schiller b.
  11 W   Inc. T. imp.
  12 Th  Gregory
  13 F   Talfourd d.
  14 S   Byng shot
  15 S   5 S. in Lent
  16 M   Dr. Kent d.
  17 Tu  St. Patrick
  18 W   Suez cnl. op.
  19 Th  Lucknow t.
  20 F   B. Alexand.
  21 S   Benedict
  22 S   Palm S.
  23 M   Nat. Gal. f.
  24 Tu  Q. Eliz. d.
  25 W   Lady Day
  26 Th  D. Camb. b.
  27 F   Good Frid.
  28 S   Cateau
  29 S   East. Sun.
  30 M   Bk. Holiday
  31 Tu  Haydn b.

  APRIL xxx Days.

   1 W   All Fools
   2 Th  S.r. 5 h. 35 m.
   3 F   S.s. 6 h. 34 m.
   4 S   Ambrose bp.
   5 S   Low Sun.
   6 M   O. Lady-Day
   7 Tu  Pr. Leop. b.
   8 W   B. Savona
   9 Th  Fire Ins. ex.
  10 F   Cam. E.T. b.
  11 S   Canning d.
  12 S   2 S. af. Eas.
  13 M   Handel d.
  14 Tu  Prs. Beatr. b.
  15 W   S. Maron.
  16 Th  Thiers b.
  17 F   B. Culloden
  18 S   Graunt d.
  19 S   3 S. af. Eas.
  20 M   Spa. fl. des.
  21 Tu  Bp. Heber b.
  22 W   Odessa bom.
  23 Th  St. George
  24 F   B. Landrec.
  25 S   Prs. Alice b.
  26 S   4 S. af. Eas.
  27 M   Gibbon b.
  28 Tu  B. Tours
  29 W   S. Cath. S.
  30 Th  Fitzroy d.

  MAY xxxi Days.

   1 F   May Day
   2 S   S.r. 4 h. 32 m.
   3 S   Rogation S.
   4 M   Sering. tkn.
   5 Tu  S.s. 7 h. 27 m.
   6 W   John Evan.
   7 Th  Holy Thurs.
   8 F   Le Sage b.
   9 S   Hf. qr. Day
  10 S   S. af. Ascen.
  11 M   Chatham d.
  12 Tu  Albt. Mem. c.
  13 W   O. May Day
  14 Th  Gratton d.
  15 F   O'Connell d.
  16 S   B. Albuera
  17 S   Whit Sun.
  18 M   Bk. Holiday
  19 Tu  Dunstan
  20 W   Columbus d.
  21 Th  Cawnpore
  22 F   Dasent b.
  23 S   M. Lemon d.
  24 S   Trin. Sun.
  25 M   Pr. Hel. b.
  26 Tu  Augustine
  27 W   Ven. Bede
  28 Th  Corp. Christ.
  29 F   Chas. II. res.
  30 S   Pope d.
  31 S   1 Sn. af. Tr.

  JUNE xxx Days.

   1 M   Nicomede
   2 Tu  Harvey b.
   3 W   S.r. 3 h. 50 m.
   4 Th  S.s. 8 h. 7 m.
   5 F   Weber d.
   6 S   Calpee tkn.
   7 S   2 Sn. af. Tr.
   8 M   D. Jerrold d.
   9 Tu  Paxton d.
  10 W   Heilsberg
  11 Th  Barnabas
  12 F   B. Wilton
  13 S   Hastgs. bhd.
  14 S   3 Sn. af. Tr.
  15 M   Mag. Charta
  16 Tu  Wat Tyl. sl.
  17 W   St. Alban
  18 Th  Waterloo
  19 F   B. Wavres
  20 S   Q. Vic. Ac.
  21 S   4 Sn. af. Tr.
  22 M   B. Pered
  23 Tu  B. Plassy
  24 W   Midsm. D.
  25 Th  B. Altivia
  26 F   Geo. IV. d.
  27 S   Cairo tkn.
  28 S   5 Sn. af. Tr.
  29 M   St. Peter
  30 Tu  Roscoe d.

  JULY xxxi Days.

   1 W   B. Boyne
   2 Th  S.r. 3 h. 50 m.
   3 F   B. Sadowa
   4 S   S.s. 8 h. 17 m.
   5 S   6 Sn. af. Tr.
   6 M   Old Mid. D.
   7 Tu  J. Huss bt.
   8 W   A. Smith d.
   9 Th  Fire Ins. ex.
  10 F   Bp. Fell d.
  11 S   B. Ouden
  12 S   7 Sn. af. Tr.
  13 M   D. Orleans d.
  14 Tu  Bastile des.
  15 W   St. Swithin
  16 Th  Beranger d.
  17 F   Punch b. '41
  18 S   Sherlock d.
  19 S   8 Sn. af. Tr.
  20 M   Margaret
  21 Tu  R. Burns d.
  22 W   Salamanca
  23 Th  Lyonet b.
  24 F   Gibral. tkn.
  25 S   St. James
  26 S   9 Sn. af. Tr.
  27 M   Talavera
  28 Tu  Robesp. exe.
  29 W   B. Beylau
  30 Th  W. Penn d.
  31 F   E. Pease d.

  AUGUST xxxi Days.

   1 S   Lammas
   2 S   10 Sn. af. Tr.
   3 M   Bk. Holiday
   4 Tu  Oystr. Sea. c.
   5 W   S.r. 4 h. 31 m.
   6 Th  Dk. Edn. b.
   7 F   S.s. 7 h. 37 m.
   8 S   Otway b.
   9 S   11 S. af. Tr.
  10 M   C. Keene b.
  11 Tu  Trin. Sit. c.
  12 W   Grouse s.b.
  13 Th  O. Lammas
  14 F   Ld. Clyde d.
  15 S   W. Scott b.
  16 S   12 S. af. Tr.
  17 M   Ad. Blake d.
  18 Tu  B. Spurs
  19 W   Ozontero
  20 Th  Saragossa
  21 F   Blck. Ck. s.b.
  22 S   B. Bosworth
  23 S   13 S. af. Tr.
  24 M   S. Bartholo.
  25 Tu  J. Watt d.
  26 W   P. Cons. b.
  27 Th  Thomson d.
  28 F   B. Leipsic
  29 S   Jno. Bp. bh.
  30 S   14 S. af. Tr.
  31 M   Bunyan d.

  SEPTEMBER xxx Days.

   1 Tu  Part. sh. e.
   2 W   Capit. Sedan
   3 Th  S.r. 5 h. 17 m.
   4 F   S.s. 6 h. 39 m.
   5 S   Comte d.
   6 S   15 S. af. Tr.
   7 M   Eunurchus
   8 Tu  Nat. B.V.M.
   9 W   B. Flodden
  10 Th  B. Quesnoy
  11 F   S. of Delhi
  12 S   O.P. Riots
  13 S   16 S. af. Tr.
  14 M   Holy Cross
  15 Tu  B. Rajghur
  16 W   Jas. II. d.
  17 Th  Lambert
  18 F   Geo. I. land.
  19 S   B. Poitiers
  20 S   17 S. af. Tr.
  21 M   St. Matth.
  22 Tu  Virgil d.
  23 W   Autn. Q. b.
  24 Th  S. Butler d.
  25 F   Porson d.
  26 S   St. Cyprian
  27 S   18 S. af. Tr.
  28 M   Nicopolis
  29 Tu  Mich. Day
  30 W   St. Jerome

  OCTOBER xxxi Days.

   1 Th  Cam. M.T. b.
   2 F   Arago d.
   3 S   S.r. 6 h. 6 m.
   4 S   19 S. af. Tr.
   5 M   S.s. 5 h. 28 m.
   6 Tu  Faith
   7 W   Abp. Laud b.
   8 Th  B. Actium
   9 F   St. Denys
  10 S   Ox. M.T. b.
  11 S   20 S. af. Tr.
  12 M   America d.
  13 Tu  Edw. Conf.
  14 W   B. Senlac
  15 Th  Fire Ins. ex.
  16 F   Soissons t.
  17 S   Etheldreda
  18 S   21 S. af. Tr.
  19 M   Kneller d.
  20 Tu  B. Navarino
  21 W   Trafalgar
  22 Th  B. Edge Hill
  23 F   Irish Reb.
  24 S   P. Leigh d.
  25 S   22 S. af. Tr.
  26 M   Danton b.
  27 Tu  Cap. Cook b.
  28 W   J. Locke d.
  29 Th  J. Leech d.
  30 F   Tower brnt.
  31 S   All Hallows

  NOVEMBER xxx Days.

   1 S   23 S. af. Tr.
   2 M   All Souls
   3 Tu  Fall of Acre
   4 W   Will. III. b.
   5 Th  S.r. 7 h. 3 m.
   6 F   S.s. 4 h. 23 m.
   7 S   B. Mooltan
   8 S   24 S. af. Tr.
   9 M   P. of Wls. b.
  10 Tu  M. Luther b.
  11 W   St. Martin
  12 Th  Hf. qr. Day
  13 F   Britius
  14 S   Leibnitz d.
  15 S   25 S. af. Tr.
  16 M   J. Bright b.
  17 Tu  Hugh Bp. L.
  18 W   Wilkie b.
  19 Th  B. Arcola
  20 F   Ld. Elgin d.
  21 S   J. Hogg d.
  22 S   26 S. af. Tr.
  23 M   St. Clemen.
  24 Tu  J. Knox d.
  25 W   Chantrey d.
  26 Th  G. Grisi d.
  27 F   De. Teck b.
  28 S   Bunsen d.
  29 S   1 S. in Adv.
  30 M   Burnand b.]

  DECEMBER xxxi Days.

   1 Tu  Prs. Wls. b.
   2 W   B. Austerl.
   3 Th  Bradbury b.
   4 F   Richelieu d.
   5 S   S.r. 7 h. 51 m.
   6 S   2 S. in Adv.
   7 M   S.s. 3 h. 50 m.
   8 Tu  Baxter d.
   9 W   Vandyke d.
  10 Th  Milton b.
  11 F   Jno. Gay d.
  12 S   Cibber d.
  13 S   3 S. in Adv.
  14 M   P. Cons. d.
  15 Tu  I. Walton d.
  16 W   V. Weber b.
  17 Th  Oxf. M.T. e.
  18 F   D. 7 h. 46 m.
  19 S   Cam. M.T. e.
  20 S   4 S. in Adv.
  21 M   St. Thomas
  22 Tu  Win. Q. b.
  23 W   Jas. II. abd.
  24 Th  Christ. Eve
  25 F   Christ. Day
  26 S   Bk. Holiday
  27 S   Sun. af. Chr.
  28 M   Innocents
  29 Tu  Stafford ex.
  30 W   Pegu anxd.
  31 Th  Silvester

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immediately behind the drop, commanding a clear view of the dying
struggles, with chance of hearing the criminal's last confession;
Lady's ticket Two Guineas. Lady and Gentleman's, ditto, three guineas.
(8.30 A.M.)

Last day of trial, summing-up of the Judge, intense excitement. A few
special tickets at Ten Guineas still obtainable (including "snack"
luncheon and use of opera-glasses), and commanding front view of the
Judge when summing-up, and close sight of the prisoner's facial play
during the passing of sentence, &c, (11. A.M. Ladies advised to be in
their places not later than 10.30.)

Attractions. Portrait groups in wax, life-size, of all great criminals
from CAIN to CHARLES PEACE; Lecture on Capital Punishments in all
Ages, with illustrations and demonstrations (3 P.M. and 7 P.M.)
Old Newgate. Mediæval Torture Chamber in full work. Grand Execution
Tableaux, in the grounds; realistic renderings of punishments
inflicted on RAVAILLAC, DAMIENS, &c., &c. (3 o'clock and 6.30.)
_Auto-da-Fé_ at 2.30 and 7. Admission One Shilling. Children under
eight half-price. Ladies' Reserved Seats (inclusive of all Shows) One
Guinea. Open 10 till 10. (Thirty thousand persons, chiefly Ladies,
passed the turnstiles last Wednesday.)

ROOMS.--Exhibition of the droll effects of Curari upon subjects under
the knife, and the actual cautery. No annoying noise, or disconcerting
struggles! Bulgarian Band will play Popular Pieces. (3 P.M.)

BULL FIGHT AT THE ARCADIAN HALL.--Full Spanish Programme this day.
Absolutely no restrictions! Serious accidents daily! Two Toreadors
killed last week, and seven seriously injured. No deception! Extra
fierce bulls to-day, and consequent prospect of HIGHLY SENSATIONAL
SCENES IN THE ARENA!!! Admission, 1s. to £5 5s. Specially Reserved
Front Seats for Ladies, £7 7s. (3 P.M., and 8.30.)

Reproductions of Last Dying Speeches and Confessions of Criminals.
Sobs and Hysterical Attacks of Persons under trial (Women especially).
Reports of Cases tried _in Camerâ_. Private Conversations of parties
to _Causes Célèbres_, &c., &c., &c. Highly realistic revelations, and
Sensational Vocal Scenes. Admission, Half a Guinea. (8 P.M.)

PORNOGRAPHIC ART GALLERIES.--NOW open daily. Admission by private card
only. Illustrated Catalogue (purchase of which is compulsory). Two
Guineas. Special coloured copies including reproduction of pictures in
Special Art Sanctum, £10 10s. (10 till 4 only.)

GHOUL THEATRE.--_The Society Beauty and the Blood Bath, or, The Demon
of Dahomey_! Strongly Sensational Melodrama, in Five Acts, and a
Special Death Dance Tableau!!! The Toilet! The Torture!! The Tub!!!
Beauty unadorned and Bloodshed Undisguised! Mirth-moving Murders
and Side-splitting Suicides! Fun and Funerals! Roars of Laughter and
Tremendous Thrills of Pleasing Horror Nightly! Open at 7.30. Commence
at 8.

  Moving in Society at 9!      Great Toilet Scene at 9.30!
  The Blood-Bath at 10.45!    Death Dance Tableau at 11.5!
                                  Carriages at 11.10!

Enormous Success! Two-hundred-and-fifty-second Night, and still
crowded with the _élite_ of Fashion! Be in time!!!

       *       *       *       *       *

[Illustration: "LITERARY STARS."]

       *       *       *       *       *


_January_.--Leisurely return to England. Enthusiastic reception _en

_February_.--Greeted by Mayor and Corporation with an address at
Dover. Triumphant progress to London.

_March_.--Imposing scene at the Guildhall. Acceptance of the Freedom
of the City.

_April_.--Visits to the provinces. Loud cheers on every side, and
unlimited hospitality.

_May_.--Lion of the London Season. Hundreds of nightly invitations.

_June_.--Gaiety from morning to night. Universal recognition of
distinguished conduct.

_July_.--Phenomenal success of book of travels and adventures.

_August_.--Popularity at its height everywhere, save in town, which
now begins to empty.

_September_.--Slight reaction. Rejoinders begin to appear.

_October_.--Unpleasantness on the increase. Interviewing, letters to
the papers, and sensational journalism generally.

_November_.--Demonstration at the Lord Mayor's Show. Charges,
counter-charges, and recrimination. First-rate A1, go-as-you-please,
strongly recommended row.

_December_.--Fresh sensation (about a murder or a charitable scheme)
and everything forgotten (if not forgiven) in time to observe a Merry
Christmas and a Happy New Year.

       *       *       *       *       *


_Emperor of R-ss-a_.--To personally visit Siberia.

_King of It-ly_.--To come to terms with the Vatican.

_Emperor of G-rm-ny_.--To stay at home.

_King of P-rtug-l_.--To accept the situation in Africa.

_President C-rn-t_.--To forget the existence of Egypt.

_King of Sp-n_.--To master the difficulties of the Alphabet.

_Emperor of A-str-a_.--Between Kingdom and Empire, to make both ends

_Lord S-l-sb-ry_.--To prepare for the General Election.

_Mr. Gl-dst-ne_.--To explain Home Rule.

_Lord R. Ch-rch-ll_.--To give up racing in favour of politics.

_Mr. H.M. St-nl-y_.--To re-write _Darkest Africa_.

_General B-th_.--To publish a balance-sheet that will please all.

_Mr. Sheriff A-g-st-s H-rr-s_.--To attend to his professional duties,
and get through his official work.

_And Mr. P-nch_.--To bear as gaily as ever the weight of half a

       *       *       *       *       *

contemplate giving another _Matinée_ of that out-of-date play, _The
Lady of Lyons_, why not change its title to _The Old Lady of Lyons_?
No extra charge for this suggestion.

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    SCENE--_The Library of a Country-House; the tables and chairs
    are heaped with brocades, draperies, and properties of all
    kinds, which the Ladies of the company are trying on, while
    the men rack their brains for a suitable Word. In a secluded
    corner, Mr. NIGHTINGALE and MISS ROSE are conversing in

_Mr. Whipster_ (_Stage-Manager and Organiser--self-appointed_).
No--but I say, _really_, you know, we _must_ try and decide on
something--we've been out half an hour, and the people will be getting
impatient! (_To the Ladies_.) Do come and help; it's really no
use dressing up till we've settled what we're going _to do_. Can't
_anybody_ think of a good Word?

_Miss Larkspur_. We ought to make a continuous story of it, with the
same plot and characters all through. We did that once at the Grange,
and it was awfully good--just like a regular Comedy!

_Mr. Whipster_. Ah, but we've got to hit on _a Word_ first.
Come--nobody got an idea? NIGHTINGALE, you're not much use over
_there_, you know. I hope you and Miss ROSE have been putting your
heads together?

_Mr. Nightingale_ (_confused_). Eh? No, nothing of the sort! Oh,
ah--yes, we've thought of a _lot_ of Words.

_Miss Rose_. Only you've driven them all out of our heads again!

    [_They resume their conversation._

_Mr. Wh._ Well, do make a suggestion, somebody! Professor, won't _you_
give us a Word?

_Chorus of Ladies_. Oh, _do_, Professor--you're sure to think of
something clever!

_Professor Pollen_ (_modestly_). Well, really, I've so little
experience in these matters that--A Word _has_ just occurred to
me, however; I don't know, of course, whether it will meet
with approval--(_he beams at them with modest pride through his
spectacles_)--it's "Monocotyledonous."

_Chorus of Ladies_. Charming! Monocottle--Oh, can't we _do_ that?

_Mr. Wh._ (_dubiously_). We might--but--er--what's it _mean_?

_Prof. Pollen_. It's a simple botanical term, signifying a plant which
has only one cup-shaped leaf, or seed-lobe. Plants with _two_ are

_Mr. Wh._ I don't see how we're going to act a plant with only
one seed-lobe myself--and then the
syllables--"mon"--"oh"--"cot"--"till"--we shouldn't get done before
_midnight_, you know!

_Prof. Pollen_ (_With mild pique_). Well, I merely threw it out as a
suggestion. I thought it could have been made amusing. No doubt I was
wrong; no doubt.

_Mr. Settee_ (_nervously_). I've thought of a word. How
would--er--"_Familiar_" do?

_Mr. Wh._ (_severely_). Now, _really_. SETTEE, _do_ try not to footle
like this! [Mr. SETTEE _subsides amidst general disapproval_.

_Mr. Flinders_. (_With a flash of genius_). I've got it--_Gamboge_!

_Mr. Wh._ Gamboge, eh? Let's see how that would work:--"Gam"--"booge."
How do you see it yourself?

    [_Mr. FLINDERS discovers, on reflection, that he doesn't see
    it, and the suggestion is allowed to drop._

_Miss Pelagia Rhys_. _I've_ an idea. _Familiar!_
"Fame"--"ill"--"_liar_," you know. [_Chorus of applause._

_Mr. Wh._ Capital! The very thing--congratulate you, Miss RHYS!

_Mr. Settee_ (_sotto voce_). But I say, look here, _I_ suggested that,
you know, and you said--!

_Mr. Wh._ (_ditto_). What on earth _does_ it matter who suggests it,
so long as it's right? Don't be an ass, SETTEE! (_Aloud._) How are we
going to do the first syllable "Fame," eh? [Mr. SETTEE _sulks_.

_Mr. Pushington_. Oh, that's easy. One of us must come on as a Poet,
and all the ladies must crowd round flattering him, and making a lot
of him, asking for his autograph, and so on. I don't mind doing the
Poet myself, if nobody else feels up to it.

    [_He begins to dress for the part by turning his dress-coat
    inside out, and putting on a turban and a Liberty sash, by
    way of indicating the eccentricity of genius; the Ladies adorn
    themselves with a similar regard to realism, and even more
    care for appearances._


    _The Performers return from the drawing-room, followed by
    faint applause_.

_Mr. Pushington_. Went capitally, that syllable, eh? (_No response._)
You might have played up to me a little more than you did--you others.
You let me do everything!

_Miss Larkspur_. You never let any of us get a word in!

_Mr. Pushington_. Because you all talked at once, that was all. Now
then--"ill." I'll be a celebrated Doctor, and you all come to me one
by one, and say you're _ill_--see?

    [_Attires himself for the rôle of a Physician in a
    dressing-gown and an old yeomanry helmet._

_Mr. Whipster_ (_huffily_). Seems to me I may as well go and sit with
the audience--I'm no use _here_!

_Mr. Pushington_. Oh, yes, WHIPSTER, I want you to be my confidential
butler, and show the patients in.

    [_Mr. W. accepts--with a view to showing PUSHINGTON that
    other people can act as well as he._


_Mr. Pushington_. Seemed to _drag_ a little, somehow! There was no
necessity for you to make all those long soliloquies, WHIPSTER. A
Doctor's confidential servant wouldn't chatter so much!

_Mr. Whipster_. You were so confoundedly solemn over it, I had to put
some fun in _somewhere_!

_Mr. P._ Well, you might have put it where someone could see it.
Nobody laughed.

_Professor Pollen_. I don't know, Mr. PUSHINGTON, why, when I was
describing my symptoms--which I can vouch for as scientifically
correct--you persisted in kicking my legs under the table--it was
unprofessional, Sir, and extremely painful!

_Mr. Pushington_. I was only trying to hint to you that as there were
a dozen other people to follow, it was time you cut the interview
short, Professor--that one syllable alone has taken nearly an hour.

_Miss Buckram_. If I had known the kind of questions you were going to
ask me, Mr. PUSHINGTON, I should certainly not have exposed myself to
them. I say no more, but I must positively decline to appear with you

_Mr. Pushington_. Oh, but really, you know, in Charades one gets
carried away at times. I assure you, I hadn't the remotest (&c.,
&c.--_until Miss BUCKRAM is partly mollified_.) Now then--last
syllable. Look here, I'll be a regular impostor, don't you know, and
all of you come on and say what a liar I am. We ought to make that
screamingly funny!


_Mr. Pushington_. Muddled? Of _course_ it was muddled--you all called
me a liar before I opened my mouth!

_The Rest_.--But you didn't seem to know how to begin, and we _had_ to
bring the Word in somehow.

_Pushington_. Bring it in?--but you needn't have let it _out_. There
was SETTEE there, shouting "liar" till he was black in the face. We
must have looked a set of idiots from the front. I shan't go in again
(_muttering_). It's no use acting Charades with people who don't
understand it. There; settle the Word yourselves!


_General Murmur_. What _can_ it be? Not _Turk_, I suppose, or
Magician?--Quarrelling?--Parnellite?--Impertinence? Shall we give it
up? No, they like us to guess, poor things; and besides, if we don't,
they'll do another; and it is getting _so_ late, and such a _long_
drive home. Oh, they're all coming back; then it is over. No, indeed,
we can't _imagine. "Familiar_!" To be sure--_how_ clever, and _how_
well you all acted it, to be sure--you must be quite tired after it
all. I am sure _we_--hem--are deeply indebted to you ... My dear Miss
ROSE, how wonderfully you disguised yourself. I never recognised you a
bit, nor _you_, Mr. NIGHTINGALE. What part did _you_ take?

_Mr. Nightingale_. I--er--didn't take any particular part--wasn't
wanted, you know.

_Miss Rose_. Not to _act_,--so we stayed outside and--and--arranged

_An Old Lady_. Indeed? Then you had all the hard work, and none of the
pleasure, my dear, I'm afraid.

_Miss Rose_ (_sweetly_). Oh no. I mean yes!--but we didn't _mind_ it

_The O.L._ And which of you settled what the Word was to be?

_Mr. N._ Well, I believe we settled that together.

    [_Carriages are announced; departure of guests who are not
    of the house-party. In the Smoking-room, Mr. PUSHINGTON
    discovers that he does not seem exactly popular with the
    other men, and puts it down to jealousy._

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We held our annywal Crismus Bankwet larst Satterday. Our principel
Toast of course was, "Success to the Grand Old Copperashun, and may
it flurrish for ewer!" with 3 times 3, and one cheer more for the
bewtifool LADY MARESS, and may she flurrish for ewer too! Ah, we
Waiters is a gallarnt race and knows our dooty to the fairer and
weaker sects quite as well as ewen Aldermen theirselves. I next
perposed the City Livvery Compnys, in a speech, as BROWN said, as ort
for to be printed and sircculated. I had serttenly given a good deal
of atention to it, and praps shood have dun ewen better if I hadn't
quite forgot ewery word of the werry last part, which, unfortnitly,
was all about the lots of money as they gives away. But I remembred
all about their luvly dinners, and that was naterally more intresting
to my hordience. I was werry much pressed to say which, in my opinion,
of all the Nobel Livvery Cumpnys guv the most nobly scrumpshus Dinners
of 'em all, but I declined, on the ground that it wood naterally cause
a most enormous emount of gelosy, and was of too delicat and xquisit
a natur to be thus publicly discussed. There was werry considerabel
diffrens of opinion about their warious choice wines, but all agreed
in praising them werry hily, but ewen more, the trew libberality with
which they was served, and not poured out so close as to make the pore
Waiter's dooty a thirsty and tanterlising one indeed.


We drank the Nobel Army of Hotel Keepers, most serttenly not forgettin
the gentlemanly Manager of the truly "Grand," as ewerybody knows as is
anybody, and drank to their great success, for werry ewident reesons.

Young FRANK returned thanks for the Ladies, and, with all the reckless
ordassity of a young feller of forty, was rash enuff to say, as how
as he werrily believed, that if the prinsiple Hotel Keepers was to
hintroduce pretty Gals as Waiters, all us old Fogys, as he rudely
called us, woud have to go and git our seweral livings in a more manly
employment! Of course boys will be boys, so we kindly forgave him,
more specially as he stands six foot one in his stockings, let alone
his boots. However he made up for his bad manners by singing with
his capital voice, his new Song of "_Old Robert the Waiter_" being a
rayther complementary Parody, as he called it, upon "_Old Simon the
Cellerer_," which was receeved with emense aplause. So he gave, as an
arncore, the Waiter's favrite Glee of "_Mynear Van Dunk_," with its
fine conwincing moral against Teetotaling and all such cold rubbish.

BROWN wound up the armony of our truly appy heavening by singing
his new song of, "The LORD MARE leads a nappy life," and we sort our
seweral nupshal couches as happy and contented a lot as his Lordship
hisself, our werry larst drink all round being to the follering
sentiment given out by me as the prowd Chairman: "May all the well
to do in this grand old London of ours enjoy as merry a Crismus as
we have enjoyed to-night, and may they all give a kind thort, and a
liberal stump-up, to all the poor and needy who so badly wants it this
bitter weather." ROBERT.

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[Illustration: Toll'd after Supper. Subject for a Knellegy.]

MR. JEROME K. JEROME, or, more easily pronounced, "Mr. JERUMKY JERUM,"
is occasionally very amusing in his book for Christmastide, entitled
_Told After Supper_. What he wants, that is, what he ought to have
whether he wants it or not, is judicious editing. Had this process
been applied to this eccentric haphazardy book, scarcely more than
a third of it would have been published. "His style, in this book
at least, and, for my part," says the Baron, "I say the same of his
_Three Men in a Tub_, suggests the idea of his writing being the work
of a young man who, among his companions and admirers, has earned the
reputation of being a 'deuced funny chap,' and so has to struggle to
live up to this reputation, or to live it down." JERUMKY JERUM still
somewhat affects Yankee humour, not, however, in so forced and vulgar
a manner as in his overpraised _Three Men in a Boat_. Two of the Ghost
Stories are humorous, but their setting is unworthy of them. Had they
been introduced into a tale as DICKENS (of whose style there is a very
palpable attempt at imitation in the description of a stormy winter's
night) brought in his story of _Tom Smart_, and of the inimitable
_Gabriel Grub_, their mirth-raising value would have been considerably
enhanced. As it is, these choice morsels--sandwich'd in between heavy
slabs of doughy material--stand a chance of not being tasted. To
anyone who comes across the book the Baron says, "read about the
Curate and the Card-trick, and JOHNSON and EMILY. The tinted paper on
which it is printed is a mistake, as are also most of the amateurish

[Illustration: Goblins.]

_WOMAN_--not "lovely woman" who "stoops to folly"--nor woman who in
our hour of ease is uncertain, coy, and hard to please. But Woman,
the weekly _Woman_ who is doing uncommonly well and in her fifty-third
number, gave the week before Christmas, her idea of a Christmas
dinner, and, but for "sweetbread cutlets," a very good and simple
dinner it was. The same _Woman_ gave also, among a variety of
next-day's treatments of Turkey, _Turkey in Aspic_, Turkey in Europe,
and Turkey in Asia--yes--but what about "Turkey in Aspic"? It doesn't
look well; much better in French. But we dare say it's very good,
though, for breakfast or supper, "devilled Turkey" is "hard to beat."

I have been trying to read LEIGH HUNT. His Biography interested me
muchly, and I had always heard, in time past, so much of his writings,
though I do not remember ever having heard the titles of his works
mentioned, that, when a neat-looking volume was sent me by Messrs.
PATERSON & Co. of _Leigh Hunt's Tales_, I anticipated great pleasure
from their perusal. Alas! the pleasure was only in anticipation. I
have tried, as the song says, "A little bit here, and a little bit
there--Here a bit, There a bit, And everywhere a bit,"--but, hang me,
says the Baron, if I can tackle any one of them. The matter doesn't
interest me, and the style doesn't fascinate me. This may be rank
heresy, but I can't help it. I have tried, and failed. Well, better to
have tried, and failed, than never to have tried at all. But I shan't
try again,--at least, not on this collection of Tales.


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PARS ABOUT PICTURES.--A good collection of pictures and
sculpture--including works by Messrs. BURNE-JONES, ONSLOW FORD, ALFRED
GILBERT, W.L. WYLLIE, and others--is on view at the Royal Arcade
Gallery, Old Bond Street. These are to be sold for the benefit of the
family of R.A. LEDWARD, the clever young sculptor, who died only a few
weeks ago. Lots more to say, but you won't stand it, and will probably
say, "_Par! si bête_!" So no more at present from yours par-entally,

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[Illustration: _Old Sol_. "Happy New Year, Mr. Punch!"

_Mr. P._ "Hope we shall see something more of you in future!"]

_January_.--Continuation of "good old-fashioned winter." London
"snowed up." Locomotion by Hansom drawn by four drayhorses, the
fare from Charing Cross to Bayswater being £2 15s. Milk, 10s. the
half-pint, meat unprocurable. Riot of Dukes at the Carlton to secure
the last mutton chop on the premises, suppressed by calling out the
Guards. People in Belgravia burn their banisters for want of coals.
The Three per Cents go down to 35.

_February_.--Railway incursion into the centre of the Metropolis
makes progress. Sir EDWARD WATKIN gets his line through Lords, crosses
Regent's Park, comes down Bond Street, and secures a large centre
terminus in the Green Park, with a frontage of a quarter of a mile in

_March_.--Football atrocities on the increase. A match is played
at the Oval between the Jaw Splitting Rovers and the Spine Cracking
Wanderers, in which nine are left dead on the field, and fifteen are
carried on stretchers to the nearest hospital.

_April_.--Increase of danger from electricity. A couple of large
metropolitan hotels catching fire from over-heated wires, nineteen
waiters, twenty-three policemen, and fifty-five members of the fire
brigade getting entangled in them in their efforts to extinguish
the flames, are killed on the spot, much to the satisfaction of the
holders of gas shares.

_May_.--The "Capital and Labour" Question reaches an acute stage. The
"Unemployed Other People's Property Rights League" being patted on
the back by philanthropists, formulate their programme, and seize the
Stock Exchange and the Mansion House.

_June_.--The "Capital and Labour" Question reaching a still acuter
stage, 20,000 unemployed East End Lodgers break into the Bank of
England, and give a banquet to the LORD MAYOR and Corporation
to celebrate the event, at which Mr. Sheriff AUGUSTUS HARRIS, in
returning thanks for the "Arts and Sciences," says he thinks "the
takings" of their hosts must have been "enormous."

_July_.--Results of Gen. BOOTH's "Darkest England" scheme. Triumphant
return of the Submerged Tenth, who having enjoyed themselves
immensely, have come back to the Slums with a view to having another
innings at "the way out."

_August_.--The Authorities at the Naval Exhibition wishing to
stimulate the public taste for the undertaking, fire one of the
hundred-ton guns which, "by some oversight" being loaded, sends a
shell into the City, which brings down the dome of St. Paul's, but,
bursting itself, lays Chelsea in ruins, and causes the appearance of
a letter in the _Times_ from Lord GEORGE HAMILTON, saying that the
matter will be "the subject of a searching inquiry" by his Department.

_September_.--A few Dukes in the Highlands, using several Hotchkiss
guns with their guests asked down to the shooting, exceed the known
figures of any previous _battue_ to such an extent that birds sell
in Bond Street at _3d_. a brace, with the result that the whole of
Scotland is said to be completely cleared of game for the next seven

_October_.--The great strike of everybody commences. Nothing to be got
anywhere. Several Noblemen and Members of Parliament meet the "food"
crisis by organising an Upper-class Co-operative Society, and bring
up their own cattle to London. Being, however, unable to kill them
professionally without the aid of a butcher, they blow them up with
gunpowder, and divide them with a steam-scythe, for which proceedings
they are somewhat maliciously prosecuted by the Society for the
Prevention of Cruelty to Animals.

_November_.--The Strike continuing, and times being very bad, several
Peers take advantage of the 5th of the month, and make a tour of their
immediate neighbourhoods in their own arm-chairs, thereby realising a
very handsome sum in halfpence from a not unsympathetic public.

_December_.--First signs of a probable second edition of a "good
old-fashioned Christmas" recognised. General panic in consequence.
Attempt to lynch the Clerk of the Weather at Greenwich, only
frustrated by the appearance of a strong force of Police. 1891
terminates in gloomy despair.

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  DEAR MR. PUNCH,--I beg of you to hear my tale of woe,
  My case is really one of those I'm sure you'd like to know;
  How EDWIN and myself, at last, have quarrelled and have parted,
  And I am left to shed a tear--alone, and broken-hearted.

  We were engaged for eighteen months--he often said that life
  Would not be worth the living, if I would not be his wife.
  My eyes, though brown, were "blue" to him, my hair a "silken tangle,"
  He'd given me his photograph, and such a lovely bangle!

  I had called upon his mother, and had often stayed to tea--
  She said that EDWIN had, indeed, a lucky catch in me.
  I thought him quite a model youth--hard-working, loyal, steady,
  A thrill of pleasure filled me when he wrote, "Your own, own EDDY.",

  Oh! a brighter and a gladder day is surely never known
  Than when EDWIN calls his darling ANGELINA his "own own."
  It warmed me with the glow of love, it cheered me up when lonely,
  Yet I didn't feel so happy, when it came to be, "Yours only."

  The extra syllable indeed did not increase the charm,
  I tried, however, to believe it didn't mean much harm;
  So confident was I that naught our love could hurt or sever,
  But it looked suspicious when next time he only put, "Yours ever."

  He only called me darling once! how different from before!
  Oh, could it be he liked me less (or other maiden more)?
  And was he tired of me--the girl he loved so fondly, dearly?
  It could not be! And then he wrote, "I am, Yours most sincerely."

  Yes--was he going to fling me off as though a worn-out glove?
  You can't do with Sincerity if what you need is Love!
  I could not think such ill of him, although it did look queerly,
  That in his next the "most" was gone, and he was mine "sincerely."

  Yet even then I loved him still, for in the human breast
  Hope springs eternal, so I dared to hope on for the best;
  And, after all, such things as these ought not to weigh unduly,
  But it _was_ more than I could bear to have to read, "Yours truly."

  The truth was clear--I quickly sent him back his lovely _cartes_,
  His bangle, and his poetry of Cupid and his darts.
  I said to him how grieved I was his love had thus miscarried--
  And then I found out everything; alas! the wretch was married.

  So here am I, as beautiful as anyone I know,
  You couldn't get a better wife, no matter where you go.
  And if you know, dear _Mr. Punch_, a husband, say you've seen a
  Nice girl, who'd make him happy and whose name is


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WHY THE DUES WERE THEY DONE AWAY WITH?--Under the beneficent influence
of the early coal dews--subsequently spelt coal dues--which have
existed from the earliest times, City and Metropolitan Improvements
have sprung up into existence. Now, thanks to ignorant, but
well-meaning County Councillors, the coal dues being abolished, up
goes the price of coal, up go the rates, and there is no surplus
for improvement of any sort. If those ancient days of coal dues were
considered "hard times," then sing we, in chorus, "Hard times, come
again once more!"

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[Illustration: PRIG-STICKING.



_Cousin Maud_. "YES; IN _BOTH_ CASES, YOU KNOW!"]

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_Mr. Punch, loquitur_:--

  A Happy New Year? I should think so, my boy,
    Tossed thus in the arms of your PUNCHY right cheerily,
  'Midst all that a youngster should love and enjoy,
      At least, you're beginning most merrily.
                  Under the Mistletoe Bough
                  You make a good start, anyhow.
    With a kiss from the lips that can never betray,
    There's many a girl would be greeted _that_ way!

  You're welcome, my lad! It is _Punch's_ old style
    To hail with stout heart all such annual new-comers;
  In winters of chill discontent he'll still smile,
      _His_ warmth seems to turn 'em to Summers!
                  Under the Mistletoe Bough
                  All doldrums are bosh and bow-wow.
    He doesn't mix rue in his big New Year Bowl,
    Whose aim is to cheer up the national soul.

  _Sursum corda_! That motto's the best of the bunch;
    Make it yours, young New Year, and 'twill keep up your pecker.
  Giving way to the Blues, you may take it from _Punch_,
      Never helped one in heart or exchequer,
                  Under the Mistletoe Bough
                  You cannot do better, I vow,
    Than make that same maxim your boyhood's first rule,
    As your very first tip in your very first school.

  Don't look like a pedagogue, do I, my lad?
    And indeed I am not an Orbilius Plagosus,
  Like him who made juvenile FLACCUS so sad.
      How well the Venusian knows us!
                  Under the Mistletoe Bough
                  _He_ never kissed maid, but somehow
    Our Dickensish Season he seemed to divine
    With his fondness for friendship, and laughter, and wine.

  No, boy, I don't greatly believe in the birch,
    (Though sometimes my _bâton_ must play--on rogues' shoulders.)
  Love's rather too apt to be left in the lurch
      By Orbilian smiters and scolders.
                  Under the Mistletoe Bough
                  A kiss is best treatment, I trow.
    A salute from the lips of your _Punch_ you'll not spurn,
    And the young guests around you shall each take a turn.

  The outlook, my lad, seems a little bit drear,
    There are clouds and storm-shadows about the horizon,
  But--well, you're a chubby and rosy Young Year
      As ever your PUNCHY set eyes on.
                  Under the Mistletoe Bough
                  You look mighty kissable--now.
    So here goes another, for luck like, my dear,
    As we wish everybody A Happy New Year!

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This communication is designed to convey the expression of the wish
that on the 25th of December and proximate days you, and those not
distantly connected with you by family ties, may have enjoyed a season
of Wholesome Hilarity, and that the new period of twelve months,
upon which we are about to enter, may be Suffused with Happiness.
(_Signed_) W.H.S.

_Henley-on-Thames, New Year's Eve_, 1890.

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THE PERFECT UNION OF CHURCH AND STATE is exemplified in the title and
name of BISHOP KING.

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[Illustration: "A HAPPY NEW YEAR!"]

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[Illustration: "DEFENCE, NOT DEFIANCE."

"In these days of conflicts between Counsel, I propose to make a few
additions to my usual forensic costume."--_Extract from a Letter of
Mr. Welnown Kewsee, Q.C., to a young Friend_.]

       *       *       *       *       *


To a Friend,

  Do you remember how we sat,
    We two, in this same room together
  Last year, and talked of this and that,
    And warmed our toes and cursed the weather?

  And dreamed of fame, and puffed a cloud
    (We both smoked briars, I remember),
  And sipped our whiskey hot, and vowed
    To do or die ere next December?

  We spoke without respect of BEN,
    BEN who was ploughed, or very nearly;
  _Now_ BEN bamboozles jurymen,
    And makes his thousand guineas yearly.

  We both despised the wretched JOE,
    My fag at school, your butt at College.
  Dull, elephantine, pompous, slow,
    Choked with absurdly useful knowledge.

  Yet JOE assists to give us laws,
    Speaks in the House, and shows his fat form,
  'Midst empty thunders of applause,
    Erect on many a Tory platform.

  And poor, inconsequential JACK,
    His mind a maze, like Mr. TOOTS's,
  Has married money, keeps a hack,
    And has a big account at COUTTS's.

  TOM owns a house in Belgrave Square,
    And DICK is noted for his dinners--
  Life is a race, but was it fair,
    We asked, that _these_ should be the winners?

  We, too, would win; and Heaven knows
    What vows we uttered fiery-hearted,
  While '89 drew to its close,
    And '90 found us--so we parted.

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  And here, good lack, while '90 wanes,
    Our candles flaring in their sockets,
  We sit once more and count our gains--
    Wrinkles, grey hairs, and empty pockets.

  Yet, Heaven be thanked that made us friends;
    Men prate of wealth in empty words, I
  Sit here content as '90 ends.
    And sip my grog, and smoke my bird's-eye.

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PICK-ME-UP PEPPER is a new irritating and explosive Stimulant.

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PICK-ME-UP PEPPER is the Universal Restorer.

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PICK-ME-UP PEPPER sends the sleeping baby instantly flying out of the

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PICK-ME-UP PEPPER makes the invalid Grandfather suddenly mount to the
fifth storey by leaps and bounds.

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PICK-ME-UP PEPPER induces immediate influenza.

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PICK-ME-UP PEPPER turns head-ache into delirium.

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PICK-ME-UP PEPPER literally blows up the brain tissues.

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PICK-ME-UP PEPPER sets a whole household on the sneeze.

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PICK-ME-UP PEPPER establishes fever in the Infant School.

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PICK-ME-UP PEPPER paralyses the Hippopotamus.

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PICK-ME-UP PEPPER drives a Chief Justice off the Bench.

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PICK-ME-UP PEPPER irritates the Solicitor.

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PICK-ME-UP PEPPER maddens the dentist.

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PICK-ME-UP PEPPER sets the Archbishop dancing a break-down.

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PICK-ME-UP PEPPER hurries the Philosopher into a Lunatic Asylum.

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PICK-ME-UP PEPPER staggers the rising Politician.

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PICK-ME-UP PEPPER causes the resignation of the Prime Minister.

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PICK-ME-UP PEPPER makes a four-wheeler cab-horse win the Derby.

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PICK-ME-UP PEPPER is the sheet-anchor for Practical Jokers.

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PICK-ME-UP PEPPER may be safely relied on by Master TOMMY.

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PICK-ME-UP PEPPER, put in the baby's bottle, will divert the Nursery.

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PICK-ME-UP PEPPER, introduced into the Soup at a dinner-party, will
lead to a serious riot in the dining-room.

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PICK-ME-UP PEPPER, administered in a sandwich, will choke an Uncle.

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PICK-ME-UP PEPPER is the general disorganiser of every Household.

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PICK-ME-UP PEPPER.--A Pinch will thoroughly banish sleep for a whole

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PICK-ME-UP PEPPER.--"An Octogenarian Consumer" writes:--"I was in a
comatose condition for twenty years, when I came across your Pepper.
I had scarcely tried it ere I bounded up from my arm-chair, and have
danced a continual fandango ever since. I carry it loose in all my
pockets, and scatter it on all my friends whenever I meet them. This
has got me kicked out of all their houses in turn; but I do not in the
least mind. I'm as merry and as mad as a March hare--and your Pepper
has done it."

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PICK-ME-UP PEPPER.--The Proprietors beg to inform their Friends and
Patrons that they can supply this highly combustible and explosive
compound in felt safety cases, carefully packed at their bomb-proof
establishment in Barking Marshes, at the usual retail prices, viz.,
1s. 1-1/2d., 2s. 9d., 11s., 21s., and 31s. 6d., &c, &c.

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[Illustration: Tossing up for Turkey at Christmas Time.]

Dear Mr. Punch,--I venture to address you on a subject that I feel
sure will enlist your kind attention and sympathy. How am I to get
through Yule Tide? Ought I to give up the dispatch of "cards," or
ought I to send them to all my relatives, friends, and acquaintances?
If I drop the custom, people who like me will think I am outting them,
and persons with whom I am less popular will imagine that economy,
not to say meanness, is the cause of my ceasing to trouble the Post
Office. Suppose that I "hang the expense," and _do_ send the cards.
Well, I am in this position; it is a matter of the greatest difficulty
to get a suitable greeting to all those who receive my annual
benediction. If I have "Wishing you and yours every happiness," with
my appended name and address lithographed, the greeting seems cold,
and even inappropriate, if addressed to, say, a favourite Maiden Aunt;
and unduly familiar if forwarded to the acquaintance I saw for the
first time in my life the day before yesterday. Then if I trust to the
ordinary Christmas Cards of commerce, I am often at a loss to select
an appropriate recipient for a nestful of owls, or the picture of
a Clown touching up an elderly gentleman of highly respectable
appearance with a red-hot poker! If I get a representation of
flowers, the chances are ten to one that the accompanying lines are
of a compromising character. It is obviously cruel to send to a
recently-widowed Uncle some verses about "_Darby and Joan_," and my
Mother-in-law is not likely to feel complimented if I forward to her a
poetically expressed suggestion that there is no pleasanter place than
her own home--away, of course, from her Son-in-law! And yet these
are the problems that meet the would-be Yule Tide card distributer at
every turn! I remain, my dear _Mr. Punch_, yours sincerely,


P.S.--If this arrives late, thank the cards that have overtaxed the
postal arrangements.

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[Illustration: Extremes Meet.]

_January to March_.--Soldiers on leave. Sailors at sea. Civil Servants
reading the morning paper.

_April to June_.--Soldiers at play. Sailors in harbour. Civil Servants
reading the morning paper.

_July to September_.--Soldiers at sea (autumn manoeuvres). Sailors at
play (_ditto_). Civil Servants away (_ditto_).

_October to December_.--Soldiers on leave. Sailors at sea. Civil
Servants reading the morning paper.

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[Illustration: FOLLIES OF THE YEAR.]

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Feeling that your readers would be interested in learning Mr. CHOSE's
own view of the unpleasant affair, I called upon the distinguished
Arctic Explorer just as he was sitting down to breakfast.

"Now, Mr. CHOSE, is it really true," I asked, "that you stole the

The face of the warrior flushed angrily, for a moment, and then
regaining his composure, he replied that he could not see the point of
possessing himself of articles that would be absolutely valueless in
those extremely northern latitudes.

"That is not the question," I persisted. "I am sure you will forgive
me, when you remember that I speak in the name of the Public; but what
I want, and what they want to know is, Did you steal the umbrellas?
Now, Mr. CHOSE, you can surely answer Yes or No."

"I don't see what either you or they have to do with it," replied
the Arctic Explorer, cutting off the top of a boiled egg, "but as a
matter of fact, I had nothing whatever to do with any of the luggage
of the expedition. So, if it is said, that I walked about with a
shower-protector that was not my own, you can value the story for what
it is worth. Why, on the very face of it, the report is ridiculous!"

"Exactly," I agreed, "but, then, the world is uncharitable. However,
Mr. CHOSE, perhaps you can tell me if it is true that your friend and
colleague, Mr. BLANK, converted an aged Esquimaux into what he termed
Iced Greenlander?"

'I have heard the story, certainly; but cannot say whether it is
true or not. When the incident is alleged to have happened, I was in
another part of the country, having been sent there to change novels
at the local circulating library."

"But would you say it was probable?"

"Distinctly not. BLANK was a noble-hearted, chivalrous, merry,
gladsome, gallant young fellow. He was the soul of honour. Why," he
added, with deep emotion, "I have left as much as fourpence in coppers
on a mantel-piece alone with him, and on my return nave found every
halfpenny of the money untouched!"

"Then do you not think he pushed the old man into the

"If he did, it must have been either accidentally, or to win a
wager, or perhaps as practical joke. That he would do anything open
to censure at the hands of the severest moralist, is absolutely
incredible. Why, he is a Loamshire man!"

"So I have heard; and, now, Mr. CHOSE, as I see that you have finished
your breakfast, I will put to you a purely personal question. Is it
true that you poisoned your grandmother, drowned your uncle, stifled
your niece, and hanged your brother-in-law?"

The Arctic Explorer pulled angrily at his moustache, and said
something about the reports to which I referred being exaggerated.

"And may I take it that you have never been in gaol for picking
pockets? And when it is said that you were turned out of a Club for
cheating at cards--"

But at this point I was assisted to take my leave with so much
abruptness, that I was forced to leave my last question but partially
formulated. On finding myself once more in the street, I noticed that
I was reclining in the gutter, bare-headed. A little later, however,
my hat was thrown after me.

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"O that this too too solid flesh would melt!"

_Note_.--Shakespeare was the originator of the aesthetic expression
"Too, too."

[Illustration: _Queen_. "He's fat, and scant of breath,
Here, Hamlet, take my napkin, rub thy brows."] * * * * * POLITICS UP TO DATE. (_SPECIMEN LEADER FROM AN IRISH PAPER IN A CHRONIC STATE OF REVOLUTION._) WEDNESDAY, 9 A.M.--We appear this morning awaiting the future with confidence and hope. So far, we have been able to conduct this journal on patriotic lines. We have denounced the Leader of the Party as the enemy of his country, and have applauded his opponents as the saviours of society. But we cannot conceal from ourselves that the time may arrive when this policy may be reversed. The hour may come-- 10 A.M.--It has! We have much pleasure in informing our readers that, after a vigorous fight (honourable to all who took part in it), we have conquered. This paper is in our hands, and henceforward we shall support, to the best of our ability, the Leader of the Party, and denounce the infamous pretensions of his opponents; still, it would be unwise to ignore the possibilities of the future. We may be overpowered by a tyrannical majority. The time may come-- 11 A.M.--It has! Hurroo! It was hard fighting to get back; but here we are again, ready to denounce the leader, and support his opponents. For the moment we are victorious, but who shall prophesy what may be looming in the distant ages? The hour may come-- 12 NOON.--It has! And now that we have again taken possession, we must say we have never had so elegant a quarrel. The shillelaghs were flinging about all over the place, cracking crowns in all directions, and the scrimmages were just magnificent! It was an elegant row entirely! But now to work. Our noble leader deserves his triumph, and his opponents are nowhere. Still in the moment of victory, it would be foolish to overlook the chances of to-morrow. The hour may come-- 1 P.M.--It has! Be jabers, what a contest! But we have just slaughtered them! Oh, it was a fine sight entirely! How the ink-pots flew about! Easy now, let us to business. The shorter we make our remarks the better, as no one can say what will be happening hereafter. The hour may come-- 2 P.M.--It has! With a vengeance! We have defeated them! Hurroo, boys! This is not the time for composition! Tread on the tail of my--we mean--our coat! Come on, ye dirty spalpeens! Hurroo! [_Publication suspended until someone can be found--not otherwise engaged--to write and print it, while someone else starts a rival and "suppressed" edition._ * * * * * [Illustration] * * * * * THE AMUSING RATTLE'S NOTE-BOOK FOR 1891. _January_.--If dining out on the 1st, remember that the QUEEN was created Empress of Hindostan on that date in 1877, although the Opposition tried to _hinder her_ from assuming the title. Work this out. Lent Term commences at Oxford and Cambridge. Can't be given away if only _lent_. This entertaining quibble (suitable to five o'clock teas in Bayswater) can be applied to other topics. Note the colours of the Universities, and bring in somehow "a fit of the blues." On the 13th PITT died, on the 14th FOX was born. First date suggestive of PITT, the second of _pity_. Good joke for the Midlands. Put it down to SHERIDAN. _February_.--On the 3rd Lord SALISBURY born on St. Blaise's festival. Consequently might be expected to set the Thames on fire. This said with a sneer, should go splendidly at a second-rate Radical luncheon-party. On the 14th, if you receive an uncomplimentary missive, say it is less suggestive of _Valentine_ than _Orson_. This capital jest should make you a welcome guest in places where they laugh until the end of the month. _March_.--Not much doing. On the 8th Battle of Abookir, 1801. If you take care to pronounce the victory _A-book-er_, you may possibly get a jest out of it in connection with a welshing transaction on the turf, when you can call it "the defeat of _A-book-er_." Good at a hunting-breakfast where the host is a nonagenarian, who can observe "1801?--the year of my birth!" _April_.--Remember BISMARCK was born on the 1st, so it can't be "_All_ Fools' Day." Work this up to amuse a spinster aunt who reads the _Times_. _May_.--You may say of the 1st, if it is cold, that it is a "naughty date." If you are asked for a reason for this assertion, apologise and explain that you meant a "_Connaughty_ date, for it is Prince ARTHUR's Birthday." The claims of loyalty should secure for this quaint conceit a right hearty welcome. In 1812, on the 22nd, GRISI the celebrated songstress was born. At a distance of four hundred miles from London, in extremely unsophisticated society, you may perhaps venture something about the notes of this far-famed artist being like "lubricated lightning" for evident reasons, but you must not expect any one to laugh. _June_.--The name of this month may assist you to a joke here and there in regard to a well-known ecclesiastical lawyer and Queen's Counsel. This will be the more valuable, as the "remarkable days" are few and far between, according to WHITAKER. _July_.--Note that on the 3rd the Dog Days commence, and that it is also the anniversary of the Battle of Sadowa. If you pronounce the victory "sad-hour" you should get a jest calculated to cause merriment amongst persons who have spent the best years of their lives on desert islands, or as Chancery Division Chief Clerks. On the 24th the Window Tax was abolished, of which you may say that although a priceless boon it was only a _light_ relief. If you can only introduce this really clever _bon mot_ into a speech at a wedding breakfast, a railway indignation meeting or a debate in the House of Lords, it is sure to go with bowls not to say shrieks. PENN died on the 30th, and in founding Pennsylvania was mightier than the sword. This announcement is the nearest approach to levity that in common decency can be tolerated in a mourning coach. _August_.--On the 1st, in 1834, no less than 770,280 British slaves were freed. You might ask satirically, how many slaves (be they husbands or be they wives) now exist? You might offer this to a clergyman to be used in a sermon. On the 26th, Anniversary of the Battle of Cressy. Opportunity for saying (at the breaking-up of an infant school) that on account of the extremely warm reception to which the French were welcomed on that occasion, the victory might be appropriately called, "the Battle of Mustard-and-Cressy." This will be found pleasing by a Colonial Briton home on furlough, and an Honorary Royal Academician living in retirement. _September_.--On the 1st, Shooting at Partridges commences. Opportunity for aiming old jokes about firing off guns without loading, killing dead birds, &c, &c. On the 3rd, the present Lord Chancellor born in 1825--the name of GIFFARD entombed in Hals-_bury_. A little obscure this, but, if carefully worked out, will amply repay time and attention. On the 9th THOMAS WATTS (who may be amusingly called "Watts-his-name"), died in 1869. Not much in this, but may possibly fill up an awkward pause during the reading of a will, or the arrival of fresh hot water at a newly-married lady's initial hospitality at five o'clock tea. _October_.--FIELDING, the novelist, _bowled out_ on the 8th in 1754. Battle of Agincourt on the 25th--an awful example to habitual drunkards. Pheasant-shooting commences. Right time to tell that story about the Cockney who, dropping his "h's," shot _peasants_ instead! This well-worn jest will be still found attractive by Australians who have spent the better part of their lives in the Bush. [Illustration: ALWAYS ENTERTAINING; OR, VERY MUCH TAKEN CUM (CORNEY) GRAIN O!] _November_.--Good joke still to be made in the quieter suburbs about having special appointments for the 5th, when one has to take the chair at a meeting which perambulates the streets. Lord Mayor's Day on the 9th--opportunity for letting off "the Mayor the merrier," "£10,000 a Mayor's Nest-egg," &c, &c. Jests about the fog not now popular--the infliction is too serious for jocularity! _December_.--Holiday time for everyone, inclusive of that most melancholy of persons "the funny man." BOB LOWE (born in 1811) reaches the age of eighty, and the Grand Old Man (born in 1809) eighty-two! With this ingenious quibble the Amusing Rattle can wish himself a Merry Christmas, and the remainder of the world a Happy New Year. * * * * * APPROPRIATE.--Sir,--Was there ever a more appropriate Christmas legal case than appeared in the _Times_ Law Report, December 20th, and which was entitled "_The Mayor, &c. of Bootle-cum-Linacre_ v. _The Justices of Lancashire_?" What delightful names for a comic chorus to a _Bab Ballad_ in a Pantomime. _Solo_. Oh, did ye ne'er hear of His Worship the Mayor _Chorus_. Of Bootle-cum-Linacre diddle-cum-dee; _Solo_. Who went for the Justices of Lankyshare, _Chorus_. Singing Bootle-cum-Linacre diddle-cum-dee. Too late for the Burlesques and the Pantomimes, but it may still be serviceable at Music Halls and "places where they sing." * * * * * NOTICE.--Rejected Communications or Contributions, whether MS., Printed Matter, Drawings, or Pictures of any description, will in no case be returned, not even when accompanied by a Stamped and Addressed Envelope, Cover, or Wrapper. To this rule there will be no exception. *** End of this Doctrine Publishing Corporation Digital Book "Punch, or the London Charivari, Volume 100, January 3, 1891" *** Doctrine Publishing Corporation provides digitized public domain materials. Public domain books belong to the public and we are merely their custodians. This effort is time consuming and expensive, so in order to keep providing this resource, we have taken steps to prevent abuse by commercial parties, including placing technical restrictions on automated querying. 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