Every Etonian ought to go to the Gaiety and hear Mr. Merrivale's new piece, of which Mrs. Brown-Potter is the heroine. Why ought every Etonian to do this? We forgot to mention that the name of the play is Civil Warre. (If it isn't so spelt, it ought to be.)
ROYALTY AT THE PALACE.
A Hard-Working three weeks has H.R.H. had of it. Morning, noon, and night, here, there, and everywhere. Mr. Punch was glad to see that H.R.H. took his advice, given last week, and immediately visited the Crystal Palace. The Fireworks were first-rate. The Prospect was brilliant. Good omen for the C.P. If the B.P. could only get to the C.P. in twenty minutes from Victoria, by Palace trains every twenty-five minutes after a certain time in the afternoon, the future chances of prosperity for the Palace would be considerably increased. By the way, we thought we noticed some people, who had nothing to do with the fireworks, speaking to the Lighters—the de-lighters—while in the execution of their duty. If so, this ought to be stopped, and a notice put up,—"You are requested not to speak to the Man at the (Catherine) Wheel."
Cockney notion of A-making.
JILLS IN OFFICE.
Scene—Portion of a Stationer's Shop, used as Post Office. Two Young Ladies (let them be distinguished as Miss Cross and Miss Orty) discovered behind wire-screen. At opening of scene, the public is composed exclusively of the gentler sex, and the demeanour of Miss C. and Miss O. though firm, is not positively forbidding. Lady Customers, having despatched their business move away, leaving the coast clear to three Mild Men, who advance to screen with a meekness designed to propitiate. Instant transformation in both Miss C. and Miss O., who gaze at them through screen with air of visitors at the Zoo who are not fond of animals.
First Mild Man (with apologetic cough). Oh, good-day! [Slight pause.