Title:  Punch, Or The London Charivari, Vol. 100., Jan. 31, 1891

Author:  Various

Release Date:  July 31, 2004 [EBook #13067]

Language:  English

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PUNCH,

Or the London charivari.

Vol. 100.

January 31, 1891.

VOCES POPULI.

A row in the pit; or, the obstructive hat.

    Scene—­The Pit during Pantomime Time.

    The Overture is beginning.

[Illustration]

An Over-heated Matron (to her Husband).  Well, they don’t give you much room in ’ere, I must say.  Still, we done better than I expected, after all that crushing.  I thought my ribs was gone once—­but it was on’y the umbrella’s.  You pretty comfortable where you are, eh.  Father?

Father.  Oh, I’m right enough, I am.

Jimmy (their Son; a small boy, with a piping voice).  If Father is, it’s more nor what I am.  I can’t see, Mother, I can’t!

His Mother.  Lor’ bless the boy! there ain’t nothen to see yet; you’ll see well enough when the Curting goes up. (Curtain rises on opening scene).  Look, JIMMY, ain’t that nice, now?  All them himps dancin’ round, and real fire comin’ out of the pot—­which I ’ope it’s quite safe—­and there’s a beautiful fairy just come on, dressed so grand, too!

Jimmy.  I can’t see no fairy—­nor yet no himps—­no nothen! [He whimpers.

His Mother (annoyed).  Was there ever such a aggravating boy to take anywheres!  Set quiet, do, and don’t fidget, and look at the hactin’!

Jimmy.  I tell yer I can’t see no hactin’, Mother.  It ain’t my fault—­it’s this lady in front o’ me, with the ’at.

Mother (perceiving the justice of his complaints).  Father, the pore boy says he can’t see where he is, ’cause of a lady’s hat in front.

Father. Well, I can’t ’elp the ’at, can I?  He must put up with it, that’s all!

Mother. No—­but I thought, if you wouldn’t mind changing places with him—­you’re taller than him, and it wouldn’t be in your way ’arf so much.

Father. It’s always the way with you—­never satisfied, you ain’t!  Well, pass the boy across—­I’m for a quiet life, I am. (Changing seats.) Will this do for you?

[He settles down immediately behind a very large, and furry, and feathery hat, which he dodges for some time, with the result of obtaining an occasional glimpse of a pair of legs on the stage.

Father (suddenly).  D——­ the ’at!