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Punch, or the London Charivari, Volume 146, January 14, 1914

Punch, or the London Charivari, Volume 146, January 14, 1914

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PUNCH,
OR THE LONDON CHARIVARI.

Vol. 146.


January 14, 1914.


CHARIVARIA.

We hear that the CHANCELLOR has, while in North Africa, been making a close study of camels, with a view to ascertaining the nature of the last straw which breaks their backs.


It is denied that Mr. LLOYD GEORGE, in order to give a practical demonstration of his belief in the disarmament idea, has given instructions that all precautions against attacks on him by Suffragettes are to be discontinued.


The Balkan situation is considered to have undergone a change for the worse owing to the purchase by Turkey of the Dreadnought Rio de Janeiro. For ourselves we cannot subscribe to this view. Is it likely that the Turks, after paying over £2,000,000 for her, will risk losing this valuable vessel in war?


On the day of the marriage of the Teuton Coal-King's daughter to Lord REDESDALE's son last week there was snow on the ground. The Coal-King must have shown up very well against it.


Sir REGINALD BRADE is to be the new permanent secretary at the War Office. Let's hope he has no connection with the firm of Gold Brade and Red Tape.


It has been discovered that members of a certain Eskimo tribe have an extra joint in their waists. The news has caused the greatest excitement among cannibal tribes all over the world, and it is expected that there will be a huge demand for these people. Where there are big families to feed the extra joint will be invaluable.


"OUR RESOLUTION IS TO GO FORWARD IN THE NEW YEAR." advertises the London General Omnibus Co. A capital idea, this. Vehicles which simply go backwards are never so satisfactory.


After one-hundred-and-fifty-years' careful consideration the War Office has given permission to the Black Watch and the King's Royal Rifle Corps to bear on their regimental colours the honorary distinction "North America, 1763-64," in recognition of services rendered during the war against the Red Indians.


Not sixty people visited "La Gioconda" on one of the days after her return to Paris, when a charge of four shillings was made for admission, and, towards the end of the day, the smile is said to have worn a rather forced look.


"Who are the best selling modern authors?" asks a contemporary. We do not like to mention names, but, as readers, we have been sold by several popular writers lately.


We are not surprised that many persons are becoming rather disgusted with our little amateurish attempts at Winter. Thousands now go to Switzerland, and Sir ERNEST SHACKLETON is going even further afield. Meanwhile the Government does nothing to stem this emigration.


The boxing craze among the French continues. M. VEDRINES, the intrepid aviator, has taken it up and been practising on M. Roux's ears.


The German CROWN PRINCE has become a member of the Danzig Cabinet Makers' Union. Later on he hopes to become a Chancellor-maker.


Another impending apology? Headlines from The Daily Chronicle:—

"PNEUMONIA ON THE RAND.

DISCOVERY OF ITS CAUSE.

SIR ALMROTH WRIGHT'S

VACCINE TREATMENT."


Could frugality go further? At the golden wedding celebrations of a Southend couple, a packet of wedding cake was eaten which had been put away on their marriage day in 1863.


A soap combine, with a nominal capital of £35,000,000, is said to have been formed to exploit China; and the Mongols may yet cease to be a yellow race.


The latest tall story from America is to the effect that some burglars who broke into the Presbyterian church at Syracuse, New York, stole a parcel of sermons.


Pantomime fauna.

PANTOMIME FAUNA.

Extract from the note-book of the dramatic critic of "the Wampton Clarion":— Extract.


YOUNG MOTHER'S SWAN-SONG.

["It was better for a young mother to start her new chapter unhampered: the less she knew the better it was for her."—Mrs. Annie Swan.]

How do you take a baby up?

What does it like to eat?

Do you put rusks in a feeding cup?

Have you to mince its meat?

Haven't I heard them speak of pap?

Isn't there caudle too?

How do you keep the thing on your lap?

Why are its eyes askew?

Is it a touch of original sin

Causes an infant to squall,

Or trust misplaced in a safety-pin

Lost in the depths of a shawl?

When do you "shorten" a growing child

(Is it so much too long)?

Should legs be lopped or the scalp be filed?

Both in a sense seem wrong.

"Kitchy," I think I have heard them say;

What shall I make it kitch?

"Bo" I believe in a mystic way

Frightens or soothes, but which?

Didn't I see one once reversed,

Patted about the spine?

Is it the way they should all be nursed?

Will it agree with mine?

Surely its gums are strangely bare?

Why does it dribble so?

Will reason dawn in that glassy stare

If I dandle it briskly? OH!!!

Grandmothers! Mothers! or Instinct, you!

Haste with your secret lore!

What, oh what shall I, what shall I do?

Baby has crashed to the floor!


"They adjourned to the Village Hell, where each child was presented with a parcel of suitable clothing."—Tonbridge Free Press.

Asbestos, no doubt.


A PRANCING PRUSSIAN.

(Showing how Colonel VON REUTER, late of Zabern, appealed to his regiment to defend the honour of the Army. The following speech is based upon evidence given at the Strassburg trial.)

My Prussian braves, on whom devolves the mission

To vindicate our gallant Army's worth,

Upholding in its present proud position

The noblest fighting instrument on earth—

If, in your progress, any vile civilian

Declines the homage of the lifted hat,

Your business is to paint his chest vermilion—

Kindly attend to that.

Never leave barracks, when you go a-shopping,

Without an escort loaded up with lead;

Always maintain a desultory popping

At anyone who wags a wanton head;

If, as he passes, some low boy should whistle

With nose in air and shameless chin out-thrust,

Making your scandalised moustaches bristle—

Reduce the dog to dust.

I hear a sinister and shocking rumour

Touching the native tendency to chaff.

If you should meet with

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