Punch, or the London Charivari, Volume 93, December 17, 1887Various
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Punch, or the London Charivari, Volume 93, December 17, 1887
Various
English wit and humor -- Periodicals
The Judge sat in the Court-house
Thinking it so funny,
The dolls were on the table
Worth a lot of money,
His Lordship said, "The ballet-
Girly-dolly I'll inspect,"
Which he did, and then pronounced it
"Quite O Kay," or "Orl Kayrect."
* * * * *
Occasionally our Mrs. RAM likes to display her perfect knowledge of the
French language. "I've just been reading," she said, "a most interesting
work, the life of Monsignor DUPANLOUP, who was the Bishop--or, as they
call it in French--the _Equivoque d'Orléans_."
* * * * *
[Illustration: SOCIETY'S NEW PET.
_Delacruche (the rising young Tragedian at the Parthenon)._ "OH, THE
FICKLENESS OF WOMAN! LOOK AT THAT IDIOT THEY'RE ALL SWARMING OVER _NOW_!
UGH! I SHOULD LIKE TO _KICK_ HIM, IF EVER I GET AN OPPORTUNITY!"
_Brown, F. R. S., &c., &c. (who is fond of Tragedies, but dislikes
Popular Tragedians)._ "OH, _DO_, MY DEAR FELLOW, _DO_! AND, I _SAY, LET
ME BE THERE TO SEE THE RESULT._"
_Delacruche._ "HUMPH! WHO _IS_ THE BEAST?"
_Brown._ "SLOGG, THE PUGILIST FROM CALIFORNIA, CHAMPION OF THE WORLD!"
[_Delacruche thinks better of it!_]
* * * * *
"QUITE ENGLISH, YOU KNOW."
(_Latest Version, as sung by President Cleveland._)
May I ask you, Columbia, this lady to note?
She's English, you know; quite English, you know.
(What effect will this have on the Democrat Vote?
She's English, I know; quite English, I know.)
She comes from a country that's cursed with a throne;
Yet I think, in your interest, she ought to be known.
She may help you to deal with your Surplus o'ergrown.
(That's not English, you know; not English, you know.)
_Chorus._
I'll ask you, Columbia, this lady to hear;
She's English, you know; quite English, you know.
Her form, which is slim, and her eyes, which are clear,
Are English; quite English, you know.
Just now, Ma'am, our Surplus has reached such a size,
(Not English, you know; not English, you know,)
The difficulty I can no more disguise.
(Plain English, you know; plain English, you know.)
Why, every year,--it reads like a romance--
That Surplus, by millions, fails not to advance.
If at this young lady you'd give just a glance!
(She's English, you know; quite English, you know.)
_Chorus._
Her words, Ma'am, may please, if you'll deign but to hear;
They're English, you know; quite English, you know.
If you banish her _now_, she must soon reappear.
Still English, quite English, you know.
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