Punch, or the London Charivari, Volume 101, August 22, 1891 eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 40 pages of information about Punch, or the London Charivari, Volume 101, August 22, 1891.

Punch, or the London Charivari, Volume 101, August 22, 1891 eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 40 pages of information about Punch, or the London Charivari, Volume 101, August 22, 1891.
To those who have not time to give their dogs sufficient exercise in London.—­A Lady, experienced, would EXERCISE DOGS in the Park.  Terms, one hour daily, 5s. a week; two hours, 7s. 6d.—­Address, &c.

[Illustration]

  Listen to this, Rover, my hound! 
    This passes expectation! 
  A “Lady Guide,” who’ll trot you round
    For scant remuneration!

  When pain and anguish wring my brow
    Because I’m doomed to hark
  To your “Why-not-go-out?” bow-wow,
    She’ll take you to the Park!

  Cometh this ministering sprite,
    Smiling upon us meekly,
  And says, “I’ll make your burden light
    For seven-and-sixpence weekly.”

  They talk of “woman’s sphere,” when sole,
    Her hemisphere, when mated;
  But surely here she’s reached the goal
    For which she was created!

  She’ll chaperon you down the Row,
    With silken cord she’ll lead
  Your footsteps where the flowerets blow,—­
    A “lucky dog,” indeed!

  She’ll win your love by bits of cake,
    She’ll let you bark, or growl,
  And fight with other dogs, and make
    War on the water-fowl.

  Yet is it right your wayward tramp
    Her maiden steps should hamper? 
  No one who knows you for a scamp
    Would take you for a scamper!

  And oh!—­a thought most base and black,
    That puts me in a fluster—­
  My Rover, would she bring you back?
    No, no, I will not trust her!

  The offer tempts—­(again that bark!)—­
    But no—­’tis weak to falter;
  The chain that leads you to the Park
    May lead me to the Altar!

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FROM A VERY OCCASIONAL CORRESPONDENT.—­“At Craig-y-nos we’ve been keeping up quite Craig-y-noces.  High jinks up here.  Craig-y-nos means the ‘Rock of the Night,’ but, mind you, no rock has been required by any of us when we did go to bed, even though we had real Welsh rabbits for supper.  Madame PATTI, who takes the Patti-cake here, is far too wiry ever to be a Patti de foie gras.  Delicious air here, as any air must be in which PATTI has a voice.—­Yours truly,

“THE APPIEST OF THE AP JONESES.”

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[Illustration:  GRANDOLPH HAVING STUDIED THE PRAETORIAN PARLIAMENT, IS OF OPINION THAT THE PROCEEDINGS IN THE COMMONS MIGHT BE CONSIDERABLY IMPROVED DURING THE SUMMER MONTHS, AND SENDS MR. PUNCH THIS OUTLINE OF HIS SUGGESTIONS.]

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THE DEMOGRAPHIC VADE MECUM.

Question.  You properly attended the Congress last week?

Answer.  Certainly, by wearing a small brooch pinned on the flap of my coat.

Q. What effect had this on the cabmen?

A. To cause them to charge me just double the customary fares.

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