Our People From the Collection of "Mr. Punch"

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Title: Our People

From the Collection of Mr. Punch

Author: Charles Samuel Keene

Release Date: October 14, 2012 [eBook #41057]

Language: English

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OUR PEOPLE

Sketched by

CHARLES KEENE.

from the Collection of Mr. Punch.

BOSTON,

JAMES R. OSGOOD & CO.

1881.

Our People. At Home.

Our People. Street-Life.

Our People. In the Country.

Our People. Travelling.

Our People. Professional.

Our People. Official.

Our People. In the Army.

Our People. Art and Artists.

Our People. Volunteers.

Our People. At Business.

Our People. Domestics.

Our People. Working Folk.

Our People. In Ireland.

Our People. In Scotland.

&c., &c.

Toots! theres no a Jok' i' th' 'hale beuk!

COMPANION to OUR PEOPLE,

ENGLISH SOCIETY AT HOME,

Society Pictures By

George Du Maurier.

JAMES R. OSGOOD & Co., PUBLISHERS.

Mens Conscia.

Inspector (who notices a backwardness in History). Who signed Magna Charta? (No answer.)

Inspector (more urgently). Who signed Magna Charta? (No answer.)

Inspector (angrily). Who signed Magna Charta!!?

Scapegrace (Thinking matters are beginning to look serious). Please, Sir, 'twasn't me, Sir!!

Dignity.

Club Buttons. I'm at the 'Junior Peninsular' now.

Friend. What! Did you 'Get the Sack' from 'the Reynolds'?

Buttons (indignant). Go along with yer! 'Get the Sack!' I sent in my Resi'nation to the C'mmittee!

Family Pride.

First Boy. My Father's a Orficer. Second Boy. What Orficer?

First Boy. Why, a Corporal! Third Boy (evidently comic). So's my Father—he's a Orficer, too—a General, he is!

Fourth Boy. Go along with yer! Third Boy. "So he is—he's a General Dealer!!"

Bad Customer.

Landlady. What Gentleman's Luggage is this, Sam?

Ancient Waiter. "Ge'tleman's Luggage, 'm! 'Or' bleshyer, no, Mum! That's artis's traps, that is. They'll 'ave Tea here to-night, take a little Lodgin' to-morrow, and there they'll be a Loafin about the place for Months, doin' no Good to Nobody!"

"March of Refinement."

Brown (behind the Age, but hungry). Give me the Bill of Fare, Waiter.

Head Waiter. Beg pardon, Sir?

Brown. The Bill of Fare.

Head Waiter. The what, Sir? O!—ah!—Yes!—(to Subordinate)—"Chawles, bring this—this—a—Gen'leman—the Menoo!!"

Refrigerated Tourists.

Provincial Waiter. Ice! Gentlemen! There ain't no Ice in Autumn Time. But it's easy to See you are Gents from London, as don't Know much about Nature, and I don't Blame you for it, in course. But, Ice in August! Exit, sniggering.

Intelligent Pet.

Ma, dear, what do they Play the Organ so Loud for, when 'Church' is over? Is it to Wake us up?

Durance.

Little Daughter. Won't they let us Out without Paying, Ma'?

The Mystery Solved.

Effie (our Parson's little daughter: her first experience of Church. Aloud—with intense surprise). Pa and all the Dear little Boys, in their Nightgowns, going to Bye-Bye!!

A Pledged M. P.

M. P.'s Bride Oh! William, dear—if you are—a Liberal—do bring in a Bill—next Session—for that Underground Tunnel!!

"Perils of the Deep."

Unprotected Female (awaking old Gent., who is not very well). O, Mister, would you find the Captain? I'm sure we're in Danger! I've been Watching the Man at the Wheel; he keeps Turning it round first One Way and then the Other, and evidently doesn't Know his own Mind!!

"The Pink of Fashion."

Our Flower Show was a Decided Success this year, and Little Fidkins in an Embroidered Floral Waistcoat was Killing!

The Bird Show.

That Charming Gal with the blue feather (to Prize Canary). Sweety, dear!

Comic Man (Dolcissimo con Brio, from the other side of the pedestal). Yes, Ducky!

Utterly ruining the hopes, and taking the wind out o' the sails of his tall friend (serious man), who had been spoonying about her all the afternoon, and thought he had made an impression!

"Trying."

Happy Swain (she has named the day). And now, dearest Edith, that is all settled. With regard to Jewellery, my Love; would you like a Set in plain Gold, or——

Edith (economical and courageous, and who suffers a good deal from toothache). Oh, Augustus, now you ask me—do you know—I—really—but—Mr. Clinch told me yesterday that he could extract all I have, and put in a beautiful new Set for only Fifteen Guineas!!

Common Prudence.

Snob. "Oh, let's get out o' this Mob, 'arry! they'll think we're a goin' to Church!"

The Triumphs of Temper.

Fare (out of patience at the fourth jib in a Mile). Hi, this won't do! I shall get out!

Cabby (through the trap, in a whisper). Ah thin, Sor, niver mind her! Sit still! Don't give her the Satisfaction av knowin' she's got rid av ye!!

For Better for Worse.

Our friend Bagnidge (hasn't a rap) has just married the widow (rich) of old Harlesden the stockbroker.

Mrs. B. (Retiring). Shall I send my Poppet his Slippers?

Mr. B. N-n-n-n-o—not at Present, Thanks! (Sotto voce to his guest when the door was closed.) Not so fond of having the Muzzles on my Feet at Eight o'clock in the Evening, you know, Barney!!

A Half Truth.

Guard (of the Fatuous Railway Company, that still forbids tobacco). Strong Smell of Smoke, Sir!

Passenger (his cigar covered by his newspaper). Ya-as; the Party who has just got out has been Smoking furiously!!

Poor Humanity!

Bride. I think—George, dear—I should—be better—if we Walked about——

Husband (one wouldn't have believed it of him). You can Do as you like, Love. I'm very well(!) as I am!!

Family Ties.

(Respec'fully dedicated to Mr. Punch's excellent friends at the Egyptian Hall—M. and C.)

Aunt. Gracious Goodness! What are you doing in my Cupboard, you naughty boys?

Jacky. Oh, aunt, we're playing 'masculine and cook'! I tie him to the chair, and when the door's opened his hands are free. Then he does me!!