Part 39 (1/2)

[1: making love]

[2: lie]

[3: a.s.saulting the police]

[4: take unlimited credit]

[5: in prison]

[6: hung]

[7: clothes]

[8: silver]

[9: money]

[10: drunk]

[11: child]

[12: drunken bout]

[13: policeman]

'ARRY AT A POLITICAL PICNIC [By T Milliken in _Punch_, 11 Oct.]

DEAR CHARLIE.

I

'Ow are yer, my ribstone? Seems scrumtious to write the old name.

I 'ave quite lost the ran of you lately. Bin playing some dark little game? [1]

I'm keeping mine hup as per usual, fust in the pick of the fun, For wherever there's larks on the tappy there's 'Arry as sure as a gun.

II

The latest new lay's Demonstrations. You've heard on 'em, Charlie, no doubt, For they're at 'em all over the shop. I 'ave 'ad a rare bustle about.

All my Sat.u.r.day arfs are devoted to Politics. Fancy, old chump, Me doing the sawdusty reglar, and follering swells on the stump! [2]

III

But, bless yer, my bloater, it isn't all chin-music, votes, and 'Ear! 'ear!' [3]

Or they wouldn't catch me on the ready, or nail me for ninepence. No fear!

Percessions I've got a bit tired of, hoof-padding and scrouging's dry rot, [4]

But Political Picnics mean sugar to them as is fly to wot's wot.

IV

Went to one on 'em yesterday, Charlie; a reglar old up and down lark.

The Pallis free gratis, mixed up with a old country fair in a park, And Rosherville Gardens chucked in, with a dash of the Bean Feast will do, To give you some little idear of our day with Sir Jinks Bottleblue.

V

Make much of us, Charlie? Lor bless you, we might ha' bin blooming Chinese A-doing the rounds at the 'Ealthries. 'Twas regular go as you please.