Punch, Or The London Charivari, Volume 102, January 30, 1892 by Various
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you get _used_ to 'em--(_philosophically_)--like everything else!
_The P.M._ It gives me the creeps to look at 'em. Talk about _'earses_! _The Opt. Husb._ Well, look 'ere, we've come out to enjoy ourselves--what d'ye say to having a ride in one, eh? _The P.M._ You won't ketch me trusting _my_self in one o' them tituppy things, so don't you deceive yourself! _The Opt. Husb._ Oh, it's on'y two foot o' warm water if you do tip over. _Come_ on! (_Hailing Gondolier, who has just landed his cargo._) 'Ere, 'ow much'll you take the lot of us for, hey? _Gondolier_ (_gesticulating_). Teekits! you tek teekits--là--you vait! _Jem_. He means we've got to go to the orfice and take tickets and stand in a cue, d'yer see? _The P.M._ Me go and form a cue down there and get squeeged like at the Adelphi Pit, all to set in a rickety gondoaler! I can see all _I_ want to see without messing about in one o' them things! _The Others_. Well, I dunno as it's worth the extry sixpence, come to think of it. (_They pass on, contentedly._) _Jem_. We're on the Rialto Bridge now, LIZZIE, d'ye see? The one in SHAKSPEARE, _you_ know. |
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