قراءة كتاب Punch, or the London Charivari, Volume 93, December 17, 1887

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Punch, or the London Charivari, Volume 93, December 17, 1887

Punch, or the London Charivari, Volume 93, December 17, 1887

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id="pgepubid00027">QUITE CHRISTMASSY.

"Dancing Dolls in Chancery.—The solicitors' table was cleared of papers, and the ballet-girl doll, having been wound up, commenced to dance on the table, to the amusement of a crowded court. Mr. Justice Kay watched the performance with evident interest, and when the dance was concluded the doll was handed up to him and carefully examined. He then handed it to the Registrar of the Court, with an injunction 'not to hurt it.'"

Daily News.

 

Sing a song of Justice

Kay up in his place,

Four-and-twenty dancing dolls

All in a case;

When the case was opened

The dolls were made to play,

Wasn't that a pretty sight

For Mr. Justice Kay?

The Judge sat in the Court-house

Thinking it so funny,

The dolls were on the table

Worth a lot of money,

His Lordship said, "The ballet-

Girly-dolly I'll inspect,"

Which he did, and then pronounced it

"Quite O Kay," or "Orl Kayrect."


Occasionally our Mrs. Ram likes to display her perfect knowledge of the French language. "I've just been reading," she said, "a most interesting work, the life of Monsignor Dupanloup, who was the Bishop—or, as they call it in French—the Equivoque d'Orléans."


SOCIETY'S NEW PET.

SOCIETY'S NEW PET.

Delacruche (the rising young Tragedian at the Parthenon). "Oh, the Fickleness of Woman! Look at that Idiot they're all swarming over now! Ugh! I should like to Kick him, if ever I get an opportunity!"

Brown, F. R. S., &c., &c. (who is fond of Tragedies, but dislikes Popular Tragedians). "Oh, Do, my dear Fellow, Do! And, I say, let Me be there to see the Result."

Delacruche. "Humph! Who is the Beast?"

Brown. "Slogg, the Pugilist from California, Champion of the World!"

[Delacruche thinks better of it!]


"QUITE ENGLISH, YOU KNOW."

(Latest Version, as sung by President Cleveland.)

May I ask you, Columbia, this lady to note?

She's English, you know; quite English, you know.

(What effect will this have on the Democrat Vote?

She's English, I know; quite English, I know.)

She comes from a country that's cursed with a throne;

Yet I think, in your interest, she ought to be known.

She may help you to deal with your Surplus o'ergrown.

(That's not English, you know; not English, you know.)

Chorus.

I'll ask you, Columbia, this lady to hear;

She's English, you know; quite English, you know.

Her form, which is slim, and her eyes, which are clear,

Are English; quite English, you know.

Just now, Ma'am, our Surplus has reached such a size,

(Not English, you know; not English, you know,)

The difficulty I can no more disguise.

(Plain English, you know; plain English, you know.)

Why, every year,—it reads like a romance—

That Surplus, by millions, fails not to advance.

If at this young lady you'd give just a glance!

(She's English, you know; quite English, you know.)

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