Punch, Or The London Charivari, Volume 101, July 11, 1891
SCENE— The Park, near Cumberland Gate, on almost any fine afternoon. Behind the rails separating the turf from the paths, Orators, Preachers, and Reciters are holding forth, for the delectation of small groups, who are mostly engaged in discussing some totally different subject. A set debate, with a time-limit, and a purely ornamental Chairman, is in progress between a Parnellite and an Anti-Parnellite. The reader will kindly imagine himself to be passing slowly along the line.
A Youthful Socialist ( haranguing the usual crowd of well-to-do loungers, and working himself up to the requisite white-heat of factitious fury ). And what are these Capitalists? I'll tell yer. Jest a lot o' greedy gobblers and profit-mongering sharks, as eat up the smaller fry. And what are you ? Why, you're the small fish as eat mud—and let yourselves be gobbled! ( The crowd accept this definition of themselves with perfect gaiety and good-humour. ) Some will tell yer that these lazy, idle loafers, work as hard as what we do ourselves. ( Derisive laughter at this ridiculous idea. ) Mind yer, I'm not saying they don't. Honly , the 'arder they work, the worse it is for us; because the more they work the more they rob ! That's what they send their sons to Oxford and to Cambridge—as was built and endowed for the benefit of us, the labourin' classes—for. They send 'em there to learn 'ow to rob !
The Sceptic . No,—but keep to the point,—you're shufflin' the question. I want to argue this out on logical grounds. I know as well as you do that, if only I 'ave 'armony and a round table in my family, I can make that table dance the poker—but what I'm puttin' to you is ( triumphantly ), 'ow does that prove to me as I'm in communication with the Bogie Man? That's what you've got to answer.
The Y.S. . We Soshalists 'ate the Tories as we 'ate sin. Why, young polertician as I ham, &c., &c.
The Spiritualist ( an elderly and earnest person ). All I can reply to you is, we Spiritualists do not think—we know that these phenomena appear—yes, as surely as I know I am 'olding this stick in my 'and.
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Vol. 101.
July 11, 1891.
VOCES POPULI.
OFF TO MASHERLAND.
(SECOND LETTER.—B.)
ROBERT ON THE HEMPERER'S WISIT TO THE CITY.
"A BOOK OF BURLESQUE."
LETTERS TO ABSTRACTIONS.
No. I.—TO SOCIAL AMBITION.
BROADLY SPEAKING.
INANITIES OF THE DRAWING-ROOM.
A TRIPLE ALLIANCE.
A TRIPLE ALLIANCE.
HENLEY REGATTA.
A COMMON COMPLAINT.
Defeat—or Something Near It.
A BALLADE OF EVENING NEWSPAPERS.
L'ENVOI.
ESSENCE OF PARLIAMENT.
EXTRACTED FROM THE DIARY OF TOBY, M.P.
SONGS OF THE UNSENTIMENTALIST.
THE GREENGROCER'S REBUKE.
A MASK ON A MASK.