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Title: Punch
Year: 1841 (1840s)
Authors: Lemon, Mark, 1809-1870 Mayhew, Henry, 1812-1887 Taylor, Tom, 1817-1880 Brooks, Shirley, 1816-1874 Burnand, F. C. (Francis Cowley), 1836-1917 Seaman, Owen, 1861-1936
Subjects: English wit and humor English wit and humor, Pictorial
Publisher: (London) : (Punch Publications Ltd., etc.)
Contributing Library: Lincoln Financial Foundation Collection
Digitizing Sponsor: The Institute of Museum and Library Services through an Indiana State Library LSTA Grant

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He is Merry all over—points, pace, style, action, step-ping, hair, collar, pins, everything. Further on, we read that Buck-stone was foaled in France. Now, that is too bad. France, notcontent with sending us actors, whom we are gracious enough to allowto come in and win, is actually trying now to jockey us out of ourown original stock of high-bred comedians. We protest against this,and maintain that Buckstone was born, and bred, and raised inEngland, and that all the principal engagements in which he has dis-tinguished himself have taken place in England, where he has alwaysbeen one of the first in the race of public favour. Is not the namethoroughly an English one ? whereas the probabilities are that if he had.been foaled in France, he would have been christened there also.Translate Buck and stone into French, and join the two wordstogether, and you get an incomprehensible jumble that you would notgive to a single living creature. 252 PUNCH, OR THE LONDON CHARIVARI. (June 22, 1861.
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THE DARLINGS COME! OUT TO SEE THE 38th OTHERSEX VOLUNTEERS DRILLED. Sergeant (appealinghj). Now then, Gentlemen, Once more. Eyes Eront !—and peat, Gentlemen—peat dont stare about YOU, AS IF YOU WERE IN CHURCH ! THE END OF THE STRIKE. I once was a mason in constant employ,And did for my labour good wages enjoy,Until bad advisers as led me astrayHinduced me to strike for nine hours a-day. I joined the Trade Union, and, more to my shame,I bullyragged such as would not do the same,Waylaid em and threatened, abused em, and curst,Pitched into and beat and kicked all as I durst. We struck at a season of danger all round,To stand by each other when all ranks was bound;But we cared not a dump for our countrymens good,Only tried to screw out all we possible could. We held on the strike till our funds was all gone,And then went and begged to be once more took on,But found all the masters, as good as they said,Had been and engaged foreign hands in our stead. Then on come the winter we had to

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