Punch, or the London Charivari, Vol. 104, May 20, 1893Various
General
Punch, or the London Charivari, Vol. 104, May 20, 1893
Various
English wit and humor -- Periodicals
STAGE WHISPER AT WESTMINSTER.--The Comedy of Committee now tends
towards becoming Mellor-drama.
* * * * *
"NANA WOULD NOT GIVE ME A BOW-WOW!"
A PRETTY LITTLE SONG FOR PETTISH LITTLE EMPERORS. (_Latest Teutonic
Version of Mr. Joseph Tabrar's Popular Song._)
REICHSTAG
[Illustration]
[The German Emperor is reported to have said, "It was
impossible for me to anticipate the rejection of the Army
Bills, so fully did I rely upon the patriotism of the Imperial
Diet to accept them unreservedly. A patriotic minority
has been unable to prevail against the majority.... I was
compelled to resort to a dissolution, and I look forward to
the acceptance of the Bills by the new Reichstag. Should this
expectation be again disappointed, I am determined to use
every means in my power to achieve my purpose."--_The Times._]
_Wilful Wilhelm sings_:--
You ask me why I do not smile; the reason you shall know;
I had a disappointment huge a day or two ago;
I asked my venerable Nurse to give me no more toys,
But just a little Dog of War to bite the other boys.
_Spoken._ But oh!
_Audience_ (_of Generals and Staff Officers_). What?
Nana wouldn't give me that bow-wow
Wow-wow!
The Reichstag wouldn't grant me that bow-wow!
Wow-wow!
No; she denied me--flat.
Now, what do you think of _that_?
And I'd set my mind on that bow-wow-wow!
Wow-wow-wow!
Some years ago she did the same, the greedy bad old girl!
But I've set my mind upon that dog, sharp teeth and coat a-curl.
The other boys have got such tykes, and I should be a mug,
If when they run to mastiffs I'm put off with a small pug.
_Audience._ Well?
_Spoken._ Well,
I mean to make her give me that bow-wow!
Wow-wow!
I'll worry her until she buys that bow-wow!
Wow-wow!
I'll dissolve the Imperial Diet,
And I never _will_ be quiet
Until I get that bow-wow-wow!
Wow-wow-wow!
I always meant when I grew old to do just as I pleased,
I'd have a dozen bow-wows then, and if the old Trot teased
I'd shut her up, and everyone who backed her, like a shot;
For no one who opposes Me _can_ be a pat-ri-ot!
_Audience_. Why?
_Spoken_. Because
France has got ahead with _her_ bow-wow!
Wow-wow!
Russia makes me jealous with _her_ bow-wow!
Wow-wow!
And now it is _my_ turn
To leave them well astern,
And I _can't_ without that bow-wow-wow!
Wow-wow-wow!
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