Summary

Various Punch, or the London Charivari…

To-night up and smote Parish Councils Bill in uncompromising speech. No truckling to Socialism. No bowing the knee to the Baal Hodge. No leaning on the arm of Rimmon as he goes to worship in the temple of the Compound Householder. The Bill another downward step on the pathway dug out for the chariot of Free Trade; the country going to dogs at accelerated pace.
Small House, but it listened with delight to the most thoroughly honest speech heard from any bench through many Parliaments.
Source: Gutenberg

Various Punch, or the London Charivari…

Agent (aside) . How wonderfully popular these thrasonical wild-beast tamers and prancing proconsul sort of fellows are—with the gallery!
Lion-Tamer (to attendant) . I say, just hand me the loaded whip, and—keep the poker hot, in case of emergency——
Agent (hurriedly) . Oh, here, I say; that will never do, Rhodorowdidow!
Lion-Tamer (impatiently) . What do you mean?
Agent. Why, you know, loaded bludgeons and red-hot pokers read too much like—Cruelty to Animals! What would Labby and the Humanitarians say? You're none too popular already, you know, in certain quarters.
Source: Gutenberg

Get perspective with Kwize: daily news enlightened by great literature