Punch, or the London Charivari, Volume 100, June 13, 1891

Punch, or the London Charivari, Volume 100, June 13, 1891

SCENEThe Auditorium of a Music Hall, the patrons of which are respectable, but in no sense "smart." The occupants of the higher-priced seats appear to have dropped in less for the purpose of enjoying the entertainment than of discussing their private affairsthough this does not prevent them from applauding everything with generous impartiality. [They do; They have just sung a duet in praise of Nature with an interspersed step-dance. "Oh, I love to 'ear the echo on the Moun-ting!" (Tiddity-iddity-iddity-iddity-um!) "And to listen to the tinkle of the Foun-ting!" (Tiddity, &c.) Voluble Lady in the Shilling Stalls (telling her Male Companion an interminable story with an evasive point). No, but you 'ear what I'm going to tell you, because I'm coming to it presently. I can't remember his name at this momentsomething like BUDKIN, but it wasn't that, somewhere near Bond Street, he is, or a street off there; a Scotchman, but that doesn't matter! (Here she breaks off to hum the Chorus of "Good Ole Mother-in-Law!" which is being sung on the stage.) Well, let me seewhat was I telling you? Wait a minute, excuse me, oh, yes,well, there was this picture,mind you, it's a lovely painting, but the frame simply nothing, not that I go by frames, myself, o' course not, but I fetched it down to show himoh, I know what you'll say, but he must know something about such things; he knew my uncle, and I can tell you what he ishe's a florist, and married nineteen years, and his wife's fortyyears older than me, but I've scarcely spoke to her, and no children, so I fetched it to show him, and as soon as he set eyes on it, he says(Female "Character-Comic" on Stage, lugubriously. "Ritolderiddle, ol de ray, ritolderiddle, olde-ri-ido!") I can't tell you how old it is, but 'undreds of years, and Chinese, I shouldn't wonder, but we can't trace its 'istrythat's what he said, and if he don't know, nobody does, for it stands to reason he must be a judge, though nothing to me,when I say nothing, I mean all I know of him is that he used to be(Tenor Vocalist on Stage. "My Sweetheart when a Bo-oy!") I always like that song, don't you? Well, and this is what I was wanting to tell you, she got to know what I'd donehow is more'n I can tell you, but she did, and she come straight in to where I was, and I see in a minute she'd been drinking, for drink she does, from morning to night, but I don't mind that, and her bonnet all on the back of her head, and her voice that 'usky, she(Tenor. "She sang a Song of Home Sweet Homea song that reached my heart!") And I couldn't be expected to put up with that, you know, but I haven't 'alf told you yetwell, &c., &c. ......Buy Now (To Read More)

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Ebook Number: 13373
Author: Various
Release Date: Sep 4, 2004
Format: eBook
Language: English