Punch, or the London Charivari, Volume 100, March 7, 1891Various
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Punch, or the London Charivari, Volume 100, March 7, 1891
Various
English wit and humor -- Periodicals
_Earnest Listener_ (_irritably_). No, no--I don't want anything.
There, I've lost the last part of ROMEO's speech.
[_Steels himself against further distractions, and tries to
concentrate all his attention on the play._
"_Juliet_. O, ROMEO! ROMEO! wherefore art thou, ROMEO?" &c.
"_Romeo_ (_aside_). Shall I hear more, or shall I speak at this?"
_Excited Somebody_ (_in distant Stall, beckoning to Second
Attendant_). Here! Hi! Here! I ordered gin-sling.
_Second Attendant_ (_much relieved_). Oh, you was it? D'you mind
stretchin' across--(_To gorgeous, eveningly-attired Lady, in row
between_). Beg pardon.
_Gorgeous Lady_ (_horribly disturbed_). She'll spill it--you'll spill
it--CHARLEY, why don't you--
_Charles_ (_her Friend_). Here! (_To Fascinating Attendant as politely
as possible_). Can't you go round with it--
_Few Ancient Playgoers_. Sssh! Sssh!
_Second Attendant_ (_to distant Customer_). I'll bring it. 'Scuse me.
[_Retraces her fascinating steps along front row.
Chaff--exclamations--near and distant poppings of corks,
striking of matches, and other accompaniments to JULIET's
speech._
And so forth, _ad libitum_. The same thing going on all over the house
during the remainder of the Shakspearean play.
* * * * *
[Illustration: "L'INVITATION À LA VALSE."
_She_. "BUT YOU DON'T KNOW MY NAME! WHAT HAVE YOU PUT DOWN ON YOUR
CUFF!"
_He_. "OH, I'VE PUT DOWN 'PEARL NECKLACE.'"
_She_. "BUT THERE ARE LOTS OF PEARL NECKLACES HERE!"
_He_. "YES; BUT I'VE ALSO PUT DOWN 'SMALL AND RATHER TIGHT'--I MEAN
THE _NECKLACE_, YOU KNOW!"]
* * * * *
THE GREAT WHALING EXPEDITION.
LATEST VERSION.
_BY_ BILLY (H. SM-TH), _THE (ST. STEPHEN'S) BO'SEN_.
'Twas in Ninety One, d'ye see,
Brave boys!
With SOLLY I did sa-a-a-ail,
When one Monday night
We went out--_not_ to fight,
But we went for to catch a Whale.
Brave boys!
We went for to catch a Whale!
There was dirty weather about,
Brave boys!
_Trade_-winds was blowin' a ga-a-a-le,
When the Skipper sings out,
As we chopped about,
"My eyes! there goes _such_ a Whale!
Brave boys!
Dear eyes I there goes _such_ a Whale!"
It were the whoppingest Whale,
Brave boys!
As ever whisked a ta-a-a-il;
In the trough o' the sea
It was Labouring free.
And a lashin' the waves like a flail,
Brave boys!
A lashin' the waves like a flail.
We had heard o' that Whale afore,
Brave boys!
Says SOLLY, "I'll go ba-a-a-ail,
The Rads would roar
If that monster they sor-r!
But _we_ want to catch that Whale,
Brave boys!
_We_ want to catch that Whale!
Public-domain text, read in full here on John Shaqi.
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