قراءة كتاب Punch, or the London Charivari, Volume 100, January 31, 1891
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Punch, or the London Charivari, Volume 100, January 31, 1891
class="i2">"But—will they go? 'Tain't done, you know,
As easy as J.B.
Wud settle it—for me!"
Rouge—there I see my way, JOHN.
But Noir—thet's hard to front!
It wun't be no child's play, JOHN,
Seven million Nigs to shunt.
Ole Uncle S. sez he, "I guess
We've a hard row," sez he,
"To hoe just now, but thet, somehow,
I fancy, friend J.B.,
Your Times may leave to me!"
[Left considering it.
WELCOME BACK!
[Mr. SANTLEY, who has been long absent in Australia, reappeared at St. James's Hall on Jan. 19, and was received with great enthusiasm.]
Back from your Australian trip!
Punch, my CHARLES, your fist must grip.
You have lighted on a time
When we're all chill, choke, and grime.
'Twere no marvel, O great baritone,
Did you find your voice had nary tone.
But there's none like you can sing
"To Anthea," "The Erl-King."
SCHUBERT, GOUNOD, English HATTON,
Equally your Fine Art's pat on.
Punch can never praise you scantly.
À votre santé, good CHARLES SANTLEY!
"ROUGE ET NOIR!"
OUR SPORT AND ART EXHIBITION.
"ON THE SCENT."
FOR BETTER—OR WORSE.
[At the Anti-Gambling Demonstration recently held in Exeter Hall, Sir RICHARD WEBSTER, the Attorney-General, said that it was supposed by many that it was impossible to enjoy athletic pursuits without becoming interested in a pecuniary sense. He should therefore like to add, not for the purpose of holding himself up as an example, that, during his entire interest in sports of all kinds, he had never made a bet.]
