Punch, or the London Charivari, Volume 103, October 8, 1892 eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 35 pages of information about Punch, or the London Charivari, Volume 103, October 8, 1892.

Punch, or the London Charivari, Volume 103, October 8, 1892 eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 35 pages of information about Punch, or the London Charivari, Volume 103, October 8, 1892.

From this point you can diverge into a discussion of the latest improvements, as, e.g., “Are ejectors really valuable?” This is sure to bring out the man who has tried ejectors, and has given them up, because last year, at one of the hottest corners he ever knew, when the sky was simply black with pheasants, the ejectors of both his guns got stuck.  He will talk of this incident as another man might talk of the loss of a friend or a fortune.  Here you may say,—­“By gad, what frightful luck!  What did you do?” He will then narrate his comminatory interview with his gun-maker; others will burst in, and defend ejectors, or praise their own gun-makers, and the ball, once set rolling, will not be stopped until you take your places for the first beat of the afternoon, just as MARKHAM is telling you that his old Governor never shoots with anything but an old muzzle-loader by MANTON, and makes deuced good practice with it too.

“Choke” is not a very good topic; it doesn’t last long.  After you have asked your neighbour if his gun is choked, and told him that your left barrel has a modified choke, the subject is pretty well exhausted.

“Cast-off.”  Not to be recommended.  There is very little to be made of it.

Something may be done with the price of guns.  There’s sure to be someone who has done all his best and straightest shooting with a gun that cost him only L15.  Everybody else will say, “It’s perfect rot giving such high prices for guns.  You only pay for the name.  Mere robbery.”  But there isn’t one of them who would consent not to be robbed.

It sometimes creates a pretty effect to call your gun “My old fire-iron,” or “my bundook,” or “this old gas-pipe of mine.”

“Bore.”  Never pun on this word.  It is never done in really good sporting society.  But you can make a few remarks, here and there, about the comparative merits of twelve-bore and sixteen-bore.  Choose a good opening for telling your story of the man who shot with a fourteen-bore gun, ran short of cartridges on a big day, and was, of course, unable to borrow from anyone else.  Hence you can deduce the superiority of twelve-bores, as being the more common size.

All these subjects, like all others connected with shooting, can be resumed and continued after dinner, and in the smoking-room.  Talk of the staleness of smoke!  It’s nothing to the staleness of the stories to which four self-respecting smoking-room walls have to listen in the course of an evening.

(To be continued.)

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[Illustration:  A PIS-ALLER.

“ARE THERE ANY NIGGERS ON THE BEACH THIS MORNING, MAMMIE?”

“NO, DEAR; IT’S SUNDAY MORNING.”

“OH, THEN I MAY AS WELL GO TO CHURCH WITH YOU!”]

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BY-AND-BY LAWS FOR TRAFALGAR SQUARE.

(WHEN MEETINGS ARE HELD IN “TIMES OF POLITICAL OR SOCIAL CRISES.”)

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