PUNCH, OR THE LONDON CHARIVARI.
Vol. 108. June 1, 1895.
edited by Sir Francis Burnand
"LONDON AND LIVERPOOL—LITTLE AND GOOD."
It appears that the very excellent proposalof amalgamating all the local branches ofthe Society for the Prevention of Cruelty toChildren in one national association is meetingwith some opposition in Liverpool. Saysthe Courier of that important locality, "Itwas Liverpool which educated London in thematter of child-protection, and probably theLondoners could still learn in Liverpool manypractical lessons. And just when Liverpoolis about to be trebled in extent, and have itspopulation largely increased, seems a singularlyinappropriate time to subordinate thecity to London." From this it would appearthat Liverpool in its growth is becoming, touse a colloquialism, "too big for its boots."Surely the benefit of the children should bethe first consideration. What the size ofeither Liverpool or London has to do withthat matter, it is difficult to say. No doubtLondoners could learn much from their Liverpoolbrothers. But the lesson for the momentis to discover how to best protect the littleones. And that subject can only be masteredby a display of goodwill and unselfishness onboth sides.
SIR JOHN FRANKLIN.
[May 20, 1895: Fiftieth Anniversary of the Daywhen the Franklin Expedition set Sail.]
The North returned thee not to British earth.
Whence on that splendid quest thou didst go forth;
But when our British hearts, in sordid dearth
Of pride, forget thy valour and thy worth,
Those hearts must be yet colder than the North.
TURF CUTTINGS.
"Taken and Off"
"Getting on" at 6 to 4.
A BAS "THE CLUB SWEEP."
Dear Mr. Punch,—Although you are ahumorist, there is a serious side to yourcharacter. I want to appeal to that seriousside. I wish to complain of the prevalence inall our West-End Co-operative Palaces of thatannual pest, appropriately called "the ClubSweep." Why should it be allowed toprosper? It is a disgrace to civilisation. Iknow of no more painful sight than the pictureof old Crœsus paying the hall-porter to puthim down for a dozen places. I am delightedwhen those twelve positions end in blanks, orstarters out of the running. And nearly asunpleasant an incident is the tableau of youngJones taking a pound chance at the samefatal lottery. Put it down, Mr. Punch; putit down. I repeat, "the Club Sweep" is unworthyof the civilisation of the close of thenineteenth century. Once more, Sir, put itdown.
P.S.—I am sure the thing is a mistake. Willyou believe it, I ha