TO BOBBY.
(To the tune of "To Tommy.")
Blue Bobby, brave and strong,
They begin to right your wrong.
Silent shoes, and now revolvers! That will do!
Now I hope you'll make things plain
To the brutal burglar train;
And, Bobby, Punch's best respects to you!
May "tips" swell your smallish pay
On the coming Boxing Day;
(For I know they're rather screwy with your "screw.")
Shod and armed upon your round,
Heaven keep you safe and sound,
And, Bobby, John Bull's best respects to you!
The Lilly's Lesson.—Mr. Lilly, in the New Review, reminds Dives that "there is no excuse for riches which are divorced from public obligation." This cuts deeply! Possibly Dives would retort upon the author of "Shibboleths" that riches require no "excuse." At any rate we do not often find men making excuses for being rich, though apologies for poverty are common enough. All the same, Mr. Punch would strongly recommend Dives—especially at this festive season—to "consider the (W. S.) Lilly"!
"A Long Break."—À propos of our picture in last week's issue, we have received the following suggestion:—"Sir, if Mr. Gladstone, the great billiard player, wishes to continue his 'long break,' wouldn't it be advisable for him 'to take a rest.'—Yours truly, Breakers A. Head."
