Punch, or the London Charivari, Vol. 98, June 28 1890Various
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Punch, or the London Charivari, Vol. 98, June 28 1890
Various
English wit and humor -- Periodicals
_Mr. J._ Oh, _you_ know the sort of thing the public likes--they'll
want to know what sort of diggings you've got, how you dress when
you're at home, and all that, how you write your books, now--you
do write books, don't you? Thought so. Well, that's what the public
likes. You see, your name's a good deal up just now--no humbug, it
_is_ though! Between ourselves, you know, I think the whole business
is the balliest kind of rot, but they've got to have it, so there you
are, don't you see. I don't pretend to be a well-read sort of fellow,
never was particularly fond of readin' and that; no time for it, and
besides, I've always said _Books_ don't teach you knowledge of the
world. I know the world fairly well--but I didn't learn it from
books--ah, you agree with me there--_you_ know what skittles all that
talk is about education and that. Well, as I was sayin', I don't read
much, I see the _Field_ every week, and a clinkin' good paper it is,
tells you everythin' worth knowin', and I read the _Pink Un_, too. Do
you know any of the fellows on it? Man I know is a great friend of one
of them, he's going to introduce me some day, I like knowin' literary
chaps, don't you? You've been about a good deal, haven't you? I expect
you must have seen a lot, travellin' as you do. I've done a little
travellin' myself, been to Monte Carlo, you know, and the Channel
Islands--_you_ ever been to the Channel Islands? Oh, you ought to go,
it's a very cheery place. Talkin' of Monte Carlo, I had a rattlin'
good time at the tables there; took out a hundred quid, determined
I would have a downright good flutter, and Jove! I made that hundred
last me over five days, and came away in nothing but my lawn-tennis
flannels. That's what I _call_ a flutter, don't you know! Er--beastly
weather we're havin'! You have pretty good weather where you've been?
A young brother of mine has been out for a year in Texas--he said
_he_'d very good weather--of course that's some way off where _you_'ve
come from--Central Africa, isn't it? Talkin' of my brother, what do
you think the young ass did?--went out there with a thousand pounds,
and paid it all down to some sportsmen who took him to see some stock
they said belonged to them--of course he found out after they'd off'd
it that they didn't own a white mouse among 'em! But then, DICK'S one
of those chaps, you know, that think themselves so uncommon knowing,
they _can't_ be had. I always told him he'd be taken in someday if he
let his tongue wag so much--too fond of hearing himself talk, don't
you know, great mistake for a young fellow; sure to say somethin'
you'd better have let alone. I suppose you're getting rather sick
of all these banquets, receptions, and that? They do you very well,
certainly. I went to one of these Company dinners some time ago, and
they did me as well as I've ever been done in my life, but when
you've got to sit still afterwards and listen to some chap who's been
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