Puppets at Large: Scenes and Subjects from Mr Punch's Show — John Shaqi
Puppets at Large: Scenes and Subjects from Mr Punch's ShowAnstey, F.
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Puppets at Large: Scenes and Subjects from Mr Punch's Show
Anstey, F.
English wit and humor
MRS. ALLBUTT-INNETT (_as she leaves, for the benefit of bystanders_). I
must say, the house is _most_ disappointing--not at _all_ what I should
expect a _Marquis_ to live in. Why, my _own_ reception-rooms are very
nearly as large, and decorated in a much more modern style!
BOBBIE PATTERSON (_to a_ "DOOSID GOOD-NATURED FELLOW, _who doesn't care
what he does," and whom he has just discovered inside a case got up to
represent an automatic sweetmeat machine_). Why, my dear old _chap_! No
idea it was _you_ inside that thing! Enjoying yourself in there, eh?
The DOOSID GOOD-NATURED FELLOW (_fluffily, from the interior_). Enjoying
myself! With the beastly pennies droppin' down into my boots, and the
kids howlin' because all the confounded chocolates have worked up
between my shoulder-blades, and I can't shake 'em out of the slit in my
arm? I'd like to see _you_ tryin' it!
The L. O. L. (_to a stranger, who is approaching the_ _Princess's
stall_). 'Ere, Mister, where are your manners? 'Ats off in the presence
o' Royalty!
[_She pokes him in the back with her umbrella; the stranger turns,
smiles slightly, and passes on._
A WELL-INFORMED BYSTANDER. You are evidently unaware, Madam, that the
gentleman you have just addressed is His Serene Highness the Prince of
Potsdam!
The L. O. L. (_aghast_). Her '_usban_'! And me a jobbin' of 'im with my
umbrella! 'Ere, let me get out!
[_She staggers out, in deadly terror of being sent to the Tower on the
spot._
[Illustration]
THE CLASSICAL SCHOLAR IN REDUCED CIRCUMSTANCES.
You are, let us say, a young professional man in chambers or offices,
incompetently guarded by an idiot boy whom you dare not trust with the
responsibility of denying you to strangers. You hear a knock at your
outer door, followed by conversation in the clerk's room, after which
your salaried idiot announces "A Gentleman to see you." Enter a dingy
and dismal little man in threadbare black, who advances with an air of
mysterious importance. "I think," he begins, "I 'ave the pleasure of
speaking to Mr.----" (_whatever your name is_.) "I take the liberty of
calling, Mr.----, to consult you on a matter of the utmost importance,
and I shall feel personally obliged if you will take precautions for our
conversation not being over'eard."
He looks grubby for a client--but appearances are deceptive, and you
offer him a seat, assuring him that he may speak with perfect
security--whereupon he proceeds in a lowered voice.
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