--FITZROY FIPS.
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STREET POLITICS.
A DRAMATIC DIALOGUE BETWEEN PUNCH AND HIS STAGE MANAGER.
(_Enter_ PUNCH.)
PUNCH.--R-r-r-roo-to-tooit-tooit?
(_Sings._)
"Wheel about and turn about,
And do jes so;
Ebery time I turn about,
I jump Jim Crow."
MANAGER.--Hollo, Mr. Punch! your voice is rather husky to-day.
PUNCH.--Yes, yes; I've been making myself as hoarse as a hog, bawling to
the free and independent electors of Grogswill all the morning. They have
done me the honour to elect me as their representative in Parliament. I'm
an M.P. now.
MANAGER.--An M.P.! Gammon, Mr. Punch.
THE DOG TOBY.--Bow, wow, wow, wough, wough!
PUNCH.--Fact, upon my honour. I'm at this moment an unit in the collective
stupidity of the nation.
DOG TOBY.--R-r-r-r-r-r--wough--wough!
PUNCH.--Kick that dog, somebody. Hang the cur, did he never see a
legislator before, that he barks at me so?
MANAGER.--A legislator, Mr. Punch? with that wooden head of yours! Ho! ho!
ho! ho!
PUNCH.--My dear sir, I can assure you that wood is the material generally
used in the manufacture of political puppets.
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