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Punch, or the London Charivari, Volume 153, October 17, 1917

Punch, or the London Charivari, Volume 153, October 17, 1917

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PUNCH,
OR THE LONDON CHARIVARI.

Vol. 153.


October 17, 1917.


CHARIVARIA.

The mutiny of the German sailors at Kiel is now explained. They preferred death to another speech from the KAISER.


A Constantinople poet has translated the plays of SHAKSPEARE into Turkish. The rendering is said to be faithful to the text, and it is assumed that a keen appreciation of Turkey's military necessities alone accounts for his reference to the "Swan of Avon" as the "Bulbul of Potsdam."


The use of flour as an ingredient of sausages is now forbidden. Young sausages which have hitherto been fed on bread and milk must either be broken to bones or killed for the table.


An optimist writes to express the hope that by this elimination of flour the dreadful secret of the sausage may be at last revealed.


The German Government has created a Pulp Commission. We have always said they would be reduced to it in time.


The King of SIAM'S royal yacht has been turned into a cargo boat. Reports that the Sacred White Elephant has been commandeered for use as a floating dock are still unconfirmed.


For giving corn to pheasants a fine of ten pounds has been inflicted on a merchant of New York (Lincs.) The removal en bloc of this village from the mouth of the Hudson river to its present site should finally convince the sceptics of the magnitude of America's war effort.


The Vacant Land Cultivation Society offers a prize of ten shillings for the heaviest potato. Some of our most notorious potato-tellers are expected to compete.


The provision of steel helmets for the Metropolitan Police is all right so far as it goes, but the Force is still asking why it cannot be furnished with some protection for its other extremities.


From China it is reported that an aboriginal priest now claiming the Throne has been accustomed to eat the flesh of tigers, wolves, leopards, &c., also the human heart. It is, however, only fair to our own restaurateurs to state that, though China is alleged to be on the eve of war, there is as yet no food-control in that country.


An unusual scarcity of wasps is reported from various parts of the country. Nothing is being done about it.


A calf has been sold for two thousand seven hundred guineas in Aberdeenshire. The plucky purchaser is understood to have had for some time past a craving for a veal cutlet.


A new form of frightfulness is evidently being practised upon their guards by our interned Huns. "Some of them," says a contemporary, "purchase a hundred cigars with a portion of the one pound a day which is the miserable maximum they may spend on luxuries."


"People who speak of suicide seldom do anything desperate," says a well-known mental expert. So that the KAISER'S threat to fight England to the death may be taken for what it is worth.


An extraordinary meeting of German Reichstag Members has arrived at the decision that the Germans cannot hope for victory in the field. We see nothing extraordinary in this.


Professor BERGEN was once described as "the well-known inventor and philanthropist." He still invents (his latest is a gas-thrower, reported by the Berliner Tageblatt to be "a veritable monster of destruction"), but has dropped the other job.


A swallow-tail butterfly which escaped from the Zoo has been re-captured at Eastbourne. When caught it gave the policeman to understand that it would go quietly.


Two men, we read, took twenty-two hours to chisel a hole through the three-foot flint concrete roof of the London Opera House. The report that they did this to avoid the Entertainment Tax has now been contradicted.


"The American Winston Churchill," says The Daily Express, "has to plod through life without a middle name." We all have our little cross to bear. Even the MINISTER OF MUNITIONS has to plod through life with the knowledge that there is another Winston Churchill loose about the world.


It is proposed that Parliament shall sit from 10 A.M. to 5 P.M., instead of from 3 to 11 P.M. We do not care for this crude attempt to mix business with politics.


The Boundary Commission Report advocates the creation of thirty-one new M.P.'s. It will be a bitter disappointment for those who were sanguine enough to hope that Redistribution would spell Reform.


The Government has commandeered all stocks of rum. The rigours of war, it seems, must be suffered even by our little tots.


The Wit. "AH, NOW YOU'RE FOR IT, ALBERT?"

Tractor-Driver. "WOT'S THE MATTER?"

The Wit. "WHY, YOU'VE BEEN AND GONE AND COME ON PARADE WITHOUT YOUR SPURS."


"The bridegroom, 6 ft. 35 ins. in height, was wearing the full-dress uniform of a captain in the Army."—Great Yarmouth Independent.

He would need it all.


Headline to a description of a recent push:—

"VONDERFUL RESULTS."—Evening Paper.

The "Hidden Hand" in the composing-room?


THE INNOCENTS ABROAD.

["Stedfastness and righteousness are the qualities which the German people value in the highest degree, and which have brought it a good and honourable reputation in the whole world. When we make experiments in lies and deception, intrigue and low cunning, we suffer hopeless and brutal failure. Our lies are coarse and improbable, our ambiguity is pitiful simplicity. The history of the War proves this by a hundred examples. When our enemies poured all these things upon us like a hailstorm, and we convinced ourselves of the effectiveness of such tactics, we tried to imitate them. But these tactics will not fit the German. We are rough but moral, we are credulous but honest."—Herr DERNBURG, in "Deutsche Politik."]

In Eden bowers, so fair to see,

There dwelt, when sin was yet to be,

A guileless Serpent up a tree,

Sniffing the virgin breezes;

Till EVE (the huzzy!), one fine day,

With evil purpose came his way,

And led that simple worm astray

By low and wicked wheezes.

A Wolf there was, quite sweet and good,

Till in his path Red Riding-Hood

Went camouflaging through the wood—

A brazen little terror;

Large teeth she had and bulgy eyes

And told the most amazing lies,

And taught him, in a flowery guise,

The downward route to error.

Of Fritz's nature, fresh as morn,

Pure as a babe that's just been born,

Clean as a poodle lately-shorn,

These are symbolic samples;

The Wolf unversed in specious vice,

The Serpent with a taste as nice

As anything in Paradise—

Debauched by bad examples.

England seduced us. 'Neath her spell,

Mistress of lies, we fell and fell

Into the poisoned sink, or

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