Part 19 (1/2)

People that have Met me Half-way, by an Insolvent.

People I have Splashed, by a Scavenger.

People I have Done, by a Jew Bill-discounter.

People I have Abused, by a 'Bus Conductor.

People I have Run Over, by a Butcher's Boy.

People I have Run Against, by a Sweep.

A ROARING TRADE.--Keeping a menagerie.

[Ill.u.s.tration: COMPLIMENTS ONE MIGHT IMPROVE ON.--_Mrs. Mudge._ ”I _do_ admire the women you draw, Mr. Penink. They're _so_ beautiful and _so_ refined! Tell me, _who_ is your model?” [_Mrs. Mudge rises in Mrs.

Penink's opinion._]

_Penink._ ”Oh, my wife always sits for me!”

_Mrs. Mudge_ (_with great surprise_). ”You don't say so! Well, I think you're one of the _cleverest_ men I know!” [_Mrs. Penink's opinion of Mrs. Mudge falls below zero._]

[Ill.u.s.tration: ”THE GREEN-EYED MONSTER.”--_George_ (_Itinerant Punch-and-Judy Showman_). ”I say, Bill, she _do_ draw!”

_Bill_ (_his partner, with drum and box of puppets_). ”H'm--it's more than _we_ can!”]

[Ill.u.s.tration: ”SELECTION.”--_Brown_ (_as he was leaving our Art Conversazione, after a rattling scramble in the cloak-room_). ”Confound it! Got my own hat, after all!”]

[Ill.u.s.tration: _Eccentric Old Gent_ (_whose pet aversion is a dirty child_). ”Go away, you dirty girl, and wash your face!”

_Indignant Youngster._ ”You go 'ome, you dirty old man, and do yer 'air!”]

MUSICAL FACT.--People are apt to complain of the vile tunes that are played about the streets by grinding organs, and yet they may all be said to be the music of Handle.

[Ill.u.s.tration: IS THERE ROOM FOR MARY THERE?

SONGS AND THEIR SINGERS]

[Ill.u.s.tration: _Photographer._ ”I think this is an excellent portrait of your wife.”

_Mr. Smallweed._ ”I don't know--sort of _repose_ about the _mouth_ that somehow doesn't seem right.”]