Punch, or the London Charivari, Volume 98, May 17, 1890.Various
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Punch, or the London Charivari, Volume 98, May 17, 1890.
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English wit and humor -- Periodicals
_His Wife._ They've a let 'en git wunnerful ontidy fur sure. 'Ere,
Mister (_to Stranger_) can you tell us the name of that theer hanimal?
_Stranger._ That--oh, that's a Gnu.
_Joe's Wife._ He says it be a noo.
_Joe._ A noo _what_?
_His Wife._ Why, a noo _hanimal_, I s'pose.
_Joe._ Well, he bain't naw himprovement on th' hold 'uns, as _I_ can
see. They'd better ha' left it aloan if they couldn't do naw better nor
'im. Dunno what things be coming to, hinventin' o' noo hanimals at this
time o' day!
BEFORE ANOTHER CAGE.
_A Boozed and Argumentative Rustic._ I sez as that 'un's a fawks, an'
I'm ready to prove it on anny man.
_A Companion (soothingly)._ Naw, naw, 'e baint naw fawks. I dunno what
'tis,--but taint naw fawks nawhow.
_B. and A. Rustic._ I tell 'ee _'tis_ a fawks, I'm sure on it. (_To_
Mild Visitor.) _Baint'e_ a fawks, Master, eh?
_Mild Visitor._ Well, really, if you ask me, I should say it was a
hyena.
_The Rustic's Comp._ A hyanna! ah, that's a deal moor like; saw 'tis!
_The Rustic._ A Pianner? do 'ee take me fur a vool? I knaws a pianner
when I sees 'un. Farmer BROWN, 'e 'as a pianner, and 'tain't like naw
fawks! I'll knack th' 'ed arf o' thee, tryin' to stoof me oop i' that
way. Wheer be th' man as said 'twas a pianner? [Mild V. _has discreetly
lost himself in the crowd_.
ON THE ELEPHANT'S BACK.
_Second Boy._ Sit a bit moor forrard, BILLY, cann't 'ee!
_First Boy._ _Cann't_, I tell 'ee, I be sittin' on th' scruff of 'is
neck as 'tis.
_Third Boy._ I can see my vaither, I can. 'Ere, vaither, vaither, look
at me--see wheer I be!
_Fourth Boy (a candid friend)._ Shoot oop, cann't 'ee, ya young
gozzle-'ead! Think ya vaither niver see a hass on a hellyphant afoor!
_Fifth Boy._ These yere helliphants be main straddly roidin'. I wish 'e
wudn't waak honly waun haff of 'en at oncest, loike. What do 'ee mean, a
kitchin' 'old o' me behind i' that way, eh, JIMMY PASSONS!
_Sixth Boy._ _You'd_ ketch 'old o' hanything if you was like me, a
slidin' down th' helliphant's ta-ail.
_Fifth Boy._ If 'ee doan't let go o' me, I'll job th' helliphant's ribs
and make 'im gallop, I will, so _now_, JIMMY PASSONS!
IN FRONT OF THE LIONS' DEN DURING PERFORMANCE.
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