Punch, or the London Charivari, Volume 101, August 29, 1891 eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 37 pages of information about Punch, or the London Charivari, Volume 101, August 29, 1891.

Punch, or the London Charivari, Volume 101, August 29, 1891 eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 37 pages of information about Punch, or the London Charivari, Volume 101, August 29, 1891.

  You cannot imagine how grinding our trade is—­
    Long hours, and long waits, BOB, when custom is slack! 
  When the premises hold one old gent and two ladies,
    ’Tis hard for twelve chaps to be kept on the rack. 
  To knock off at five on a Saturday eases
    Our week’s work a little.  One evening in six
  Ain’t more than the Public can spare—­if it pleases—­
    If only its hours ’twill conveniently fix.

  When a swell wants a shave, a shampoo, or a clipping,
    He likes to drop in at his pleasure, no doubt;
  But surely he’d not keep us scraping and snipping
    To save him from being a trifle put out! 
  If he’ll but get fixed before five on a Saturday,
    We poor Hairdressers may get just a chance
  Of an hour or two’s pleasure or rest on the latter day;
    Prospect to make many dreary eyes dance!

  And yet some object to this small “Early Closing,”
    I wish they could know what it is to chop, chop,
  When your feet are one ache and your eyes drawn to dozing
    And you’re sick of the sight and the smell of the shop! 
  When a whiff from the meadows appears to come stealing
    Above all our washes, and powders, and soaps;
  And the whirr of the brush which revolves near the ceiling
    Seems pain to our ears and seems death to our hopes!

  True, most of the Masters will yield to our yearnings,
    A lesson I think to the few who stand out! 
  I wager the change won’t diminish their earnings,
    W. REED and A. SUTTON know what they’re about,—­
  Our President, BOB, and our Hon. Sec.  Address ’em
    At “fair Piccadilly,” 6, Swallow Street, W.
  Hairdressers’ Assistants unitedly bless ’em,
    If you, BOB, or others can help us, I’ll trouble you!

  ’Tis long, my dear BOB, since I sent you a letter,
    And this you’ll admit is a practical one. 
  We Hairdressers wish our condition to better,
    And get our fair share of rest, leisure, and fun. 
  One Five o’ Clock Close every week is our plea, BOB,
    Not much for the slaves of scrape-scrape and snip-snip! 
  The fairness of it I’m convinced you will see, BOB,
    And so should the world, says

CARACTACUS CLIP.

[Mr. Punch, who knows how much his own personal comfort is dependent upon the adroit ministrations of the “Sons of the Shears,” cordially seconds the appeal of his old Correspondent.]

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A CASE OF FRENCH LEAVE.—­The Gallic Fleet have gone to Cherbourg—­as if they had not had enough “cheers” before leaving England!

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[Illustration:  DIFFERENCE OF OPINION.

Jones (reading aloud). “’A TRUE, GOOD, NOBLE WOMAN IS EVER READY TO MAKE HERSELF A DOOR-MAT FOR THE MAN SHE LOVES!’...  AH, DOLLY, THOSE ARE THE WOMEN WHO MAKE THE BEST WIVES!”

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