Punch, or the London Charivari, Volume 100, June 6, 1891Various
General
Punch, or the London Charivari, Volume 100, June 6, 1891
Various
English wit and humor -- Periodicals
The usual gaiety last week. Mrs. PARAGRAPH PRESSCUTTERBY gave a
magnificent Ball at ---- Square. The whole of the garden was covered
in by Messrs. ----, of ---- Street, and the massed Bands of the
Cavalry Brigade at ---- supplied the Music. The supper (furnished by
Messrs. ----, of ---- Street), was served in the Lawn Cricket Saloon,
and the gigantic apartment was crammed the whole evening. I know you
like recipes. I extract the following from ----'s _Guide to Grub_, a
capital _brochure_ published at a shilling.
"Pick, wash (in plenty of water), and drain 2 lbs. of
crab-shells without bruising them. Pare and core some well
shaped apples. When these are well heated, add the spinach.
Cut into neat slices a dish of lamb's fry, and fry it a nice
brown in the bacon liquor. Boil all together till the syrup is
reduced to half the quantity, then lay the lemon peel on the
apples, and pour the syrup over them."
It is a Russian dish, and is called Böösh. You must tell me what you
think of it. Ever your most loving friend, SYLLIE.
[Footnote 1: Names and addresses of tradespeople, &c., editorially
suppressed until arrangements have been completed in the Advertisement
Department.]
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[Illustration: "PEACE."
STATUE OF THE RIGHT HON. ARTHUR GOLFOUR.
(_Out of the Academy._)]
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ROBERT AT THE DARBY.
By sum strange cohincidence as I ain't the least abel to account for,
the annual buthday of my much better half fell this year on the grate
Darby Day! and so we both agreed as weed have one more jolly happy day
together, ewen if so be as we never had another. So off I sets, and
I takes two box seats houtside a homnibus and four spanking Bays, I
think they calls 'em, coz they was such a butiful dark brown colour,
and for which I paid no less than 12s. 6d. a peace, and with our
pockets pretty well stuffed full of sanwiches, and jest a nice little
flarsk of summut nice, never mind what, off we sets for the City at
nine a clock, hay hem, and at nine forty by the church clock off
we starts on our perrylus journey, reddy, as the Poet says, to dash
through thick and thin.
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