Punch, or the London Charivari, Vol. 104, April 15, 1893Various
General
Punch, or the London Charivari, Vol. 104, April 15, 1893
Various
English wit and humor -- Periodicals
SUB SILENTIO.--(1) A dog's chief value is conversational. At afternoon
teas such an animal is a wonderful resource after you have exhausted
the picture-shows, the theatres, and all the scandals. You can lead
off about his pedigree. "He's champion bred on both sides," always
sounds well. A funny man is sure to say, "Champion bread-and-butter
you mean. Ha! ha!" at the same time offering the animal some from the
tea-table, to mark his point. This may be previously arranged, if you
prefer it. Throw in a few stories about his wonderful intelligence in
distinguishing the baker's boy from the mistress of the house, to the
detriment of the former, and wind up by narrating how he once found
his way home to Piccadilly from Pekin. All dogs do this in one way or
another, so you will be quite safe. Then everybody else contributes
his own special Spectatorial dog-story, and your tea will pass off
without a dull or an accurate moment.
* * * * *
HOW NOT TO DO IT.
(_Act from a Farce ready for Performance pending the settlement of the
Labour Question._)
SCENE--_Interior of a Provided Work Office._ Benevolent Organiser
_discovered looking over a list_.
_Ben. Org._ Yes, I think this will do very well indeed. New pump,
fresh road. Ought to keep them going comfortably through the rest of
the winter. (_Enter_ Unemployed.) Well, my good man, and what do you
want?
_Unemployed_ (_in a whining tone_). Me and my mates, Sir, are out of
work. It's no fault of ours, and----
_Ben. Org._ Well, we will see what we can do.
_Unem._ Thankee kindly, Sir, I'm sure 'arf a sufferin, or even 'arf a
dollar----
_Ben. Org._ (_ignoring this suggestion_). Now, let me see--what's your
trade?
_Unem._ A watch-maker. So you see, as the Press says, you can't send
me to mend roads, or build pumps.
_Ben. Org._ No, no. I have overlooked your class. But stay--I think I
can forward you to a friend. Let me see, what time is it? (_Produces
watch, and lets it fall._) Dear me! It has stopped, as I live! (_With
vivacity._) My dear fellow, here is a chance for you. You shall mend
it.
_Unem._ (_freshening up_). Only too pleased to take your watch.
[_Possesses himself of the time-piece, and exit hurriedly._
[Illustration]
_Enter_ Constable _with_ Unemployed _in custody_.
_Constable._ This your watch, Sir?
_Unem._ (_rapidly_). Which was given to me by the kind gentleman to
mend. But I gladly return it, as me and my mates have determined not
to do any more work for fear that we should injure our brothers who
are doing nothing. [_Exit._
_Constable._ Lucky I kept my eye upon him, Sir. If I hadn't, you would
never have seen him again--nor your watch either.
_Ben. Org._ Is there so much guile in the world?
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