Punch, or the London Charivari Volume 107, September 22nd, 1894Various
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Punch, or the London Charivari Volume 107, September 22nd, 1894
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English wit and humor -- Periodicals
Appropriate, too, as aboard "the craft," is the presence of the Great
Grand Secretary, Mr. BENJAMIN BOAZ, A.M., P.G.M., &c., &c., and the
still Greater, Grander Something Else, P.P.M., &c., Sir JONATHAN JACHIN,
mysterious officers, _Arcades ambo_, of the Secret Rites of Masonry,
fall of nods, winks, becks, wreathed smiles, signs, secrets, fun,
frolic, and tales galore.
Ah! the happy days! And the happy evenings! What excellent "toasts" and
"returnings of thanks" by my Lord AFFIDAVIT, by Sir POSEIDON À VINKLO
(President of the Anchorite Court), by ANDREW MCJASON (senior of the
Argonautic Firm that built the good ship _Cannie Donia_), and the
sprightliest speech of all by Sir CHARLES CHEERIE!
Round to Falmouth, up the Fal, "with our Fal, lal, la," as singeth
our brilliant _sestette_ to piano, or, to quote Sir JONATHAN, "our P.
an' O." accompaniment.
Then S'uth'ards! Then.... But "here break we off."
Thus do I briefly make some record of a "trial trip"; and may no
trip that any of us may make, whether involving a trial or not, have
worse results than has this, of which, beginning and finishing happily
and gloriously as it has done--and such be the _Cannie Donia's_ fate
evermore--I am privileged to write this slight record, and proud to
account myself henceforth as
ONE OF THE TRIPPERS.
[Illustration: _Saxon (referring to the shillelaghs)._ "It's a shame
that such things as these should be permitted!"
_Daughter of Erin (plaintively)._ "An' what _would_ the poor Boys use,
an' they not allowed Fire-arms?"]
* * * * *
[Illustration: AN IMPORTANT 'JUNCTION.
"YOU MIND YOUR FADER GETS MY BOOTS REDDY BY FOUR O'CLOCK, 'COS I'M GOIN'
TO A PARTY!"]
* * * * *
A PRINCELY OFFER.
["TO POETS.--£5 offered for a One-Act Opera Libretto, subject to
conditions," &c.--_Advertisement in "Morning Post._"]
Passed are the days when in accents pathetic
Writers complained of their wage as unjust,
Gone are the times when the genius poetic
Struggled in penury, dined on a crust!
Nor need they longer, who strive for a pittance,
Grieve if the editors still are remiss;
What though the papers refuse them admittance
While they're afforded such chances as this?
Writers of verse, here is news to elate you!
"Poets" (the title you value the most),
Simply magnificent offers await you!--
_Vide_ this paragraph, cut from the _Post_.
Hasten, ye bards (who surely a debt owe
To this MÆCENAS, this opulent man),
Hasten with joy to prepare a _libretto_
Fit to accomplish his excellent plan!
He will fulfil your most lofty ambitions--
Such generosity simply astounds!--
You will receive (under certain "conditions")
Honour, and glory, and fame, and--_five pounds_!
* * * * *
A PARADOX OF THEATRICAL SUCCESS.--At the Criterion very difficult to get
into _Hot Water_.
* * * * *
TIPS.
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