Punch, or the London Charivari, Vol. 93., October 1, 1887Various
General
Punch, or the London Charivari, Vol. 93., October 1, 1887
Various
English wit and humor -- Periodicals
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THE ROYAL UNINFLAMMABLE THEATRE may be visited freely by
pleasure-seekers, in whom, as Members of Burial Clubs, their families
take a lively interest.
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REAL PLEASURE, to be experienced nightly by those who pay a visit to
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THE ROYAL UNINFLAMMABLE THEATRE, affording the only recognised
Incombustible Entertainment on record.
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[Illustration: SEA-SIDE WEATHER STUDIES. STORMY.
THREE PIC-NIC PARTIES SUDDENLY INTERRUPTED BY THE RAIN.]
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WANTED, A THESEUS;
_Or, The Betting Centaurs of the Race-Course and the Cinder-Path._
HALF-man, half-horse! A fitting blend indeed
To type the monster of a modern breed,
The mongrel thing, half Houyhnhnm to the view,
But fouler than the Swiftian Yahoo,
Who makes the race-course rascaldom's resort,
And shames the manliest scenes of British Sport.
Sport? The Cad-Centaur hath as little sense
Of the fine joy to which he makes pretence,
The English glorying in a fair-fought fight,
A well-run race, a show of speed or sleight,
As of the love that males of British breed
Moves in the presence of a gallant steed.
No Sportsman's fervour his; he never thrills
To the contagious sentiment that fills
The solid Saxon when, with thundering stride,
_Ormonde_ and _Minting_ struggle side by side;
When Cam and Isis prow to prow contend;
When GEORGE and CUMMING strain from end to end
Of the long cinder-path in panting speed;
When wheelmen swift alternate lag and lead;
When white-plumed yachts spread emulative wings
To the salt wind that through the cordage sings;
When Notts and Surrey fight for pride of place,
Or the ring cheers the "many-centuried" GRACE.
Bound by his betting-book, the cynic churl--
With coarse-gemmed hands and greasy frontal curl,
When fortune smiles, or frowsy when she frowns
As wolfish waifs that haunt the slums of towns--
Is brute all through and ever; blatant, base,
"Rough" in his speech, and rascal in his face;
A radiant rowdy now when some base stroke
Of juggling skill has flushed him; now "stone-broke,"
Black-hearted, beetle-browed, true gaolbird type,
Reeling and reeking, ever ruffian-ripe
For any coward act of ruthless greed
That craft may scheme, or violence may speed.
Public-domain text, read in full here on John Shaqi.
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