A JUST COMPLAINT.
My Dear Punch,
Will you allow ine to call the attention of the medical men who read you, to a case which was decided last Saturday in a Court of Law ?
To begin with I must tell you, that a week ago I was decidedly chippy. Newmarket Houghton takes a great deal of liquid nourish
ment to get it through, and in addition to my backing Valour for the Cup, my hotel during the Liverpool week was full of Irishmen, who, when they were not drinking whiskey punch, were brewing it.
They recommended It as an admirable substitute for solid food at breakfast and dinner, we lunched on the course off brandy-and-soda, and I believed their recommendation. When I got back to town, 1 had to go to the fossil who is called our Family Doctor. He told mo to keep quiet, and to take exorcise, and said he would come round and see mo in the morning. I didn’t want him to “come round,” I wanted to be brought round myself, and made all square. However, he said he would.
Can you believe that when ho “camo round” and found me in bed, having a brandy-and-soda, and tossing for sovereigns with a man
whom I was at school with, he lost his temper, and said I was killing myself ? Where could I keep quieter than in bed ? As for the exer
cise-look here. It was decided last Saturday in the Court for the Consideration of Crown Cases lteserved—whatever that may be—by
the Lord Chief Justice—whose lamentable ignorance of the existence of Connie Gilchrist and Corney Grain is now historical,—Justice Hawkins, a real good man—he goes to Newmarket,—Field, who always takes your tradesman’s side against you in Chambers,—and Cave, who, I believe, is a fair average Johnnie, that tossing was “ a game, sport, pastime, or exeroise within the meaning of the statute.” Therefore, if lying in bed and tossing for sovereigns is not keeping quiet and taking exercise, what is ? Yours ever,
Hatchett s Hotel, Dover Street. Peter de Broke.
There was an amusing book called People I have Met, by Willis, N.P. After the recent “ Theatrical Libel” trial, we may expect to see another book, entitled People I haven t Met—as yet, by
Willis. (l.C.
OUR COURT OF APPEAL.
The Not-quite-at-Home Secretary wishes to have toe whole Question submitted to an “ Important and Independent
Authority. Here we are.
My Dear Punch,
Will you allow ine to call the attention of the medical men who read you, to a case which was decided last Saturday in a Court of Law ?
To begin with I must tell you, that a week ago I was decidedly chippy. Newmarket Houghton takes a great deal of liquid nourish
ment to get it through, and in addition to my backing Valour for the Cup, my hotel during the Liverpool week was full of Irishmen, who, when they were not drinking whiskey punch, were brewing it.
They recommended It as an admirable substitute for solid food at breakfast and dinner, we lunched on the course off brandy-and-soda, and I believed their recommendation. When I got back to town, 1 had to go to the fossil who is called our Family Doctor. He told mo to keep quiet, and to take exorcise, and said he would come round and see mo in the morning. I didn’t want him to “come round,” I wanted to be brought round myself, and made all square. However, he said he would.
Can you believe that when ho “camo round” and found me in bed, having a brandy-and-soda, and tossing for sovereigns with a man
whom I was at school with, he lost his temper, and said I was killing myself ? Where could I keep quieter than in bed ? As for the exer
cise-look here. It was decided last Saturday in the Court for the Consideration of Crown Cases lteserved—whatever that may be—by
the Lord Chief Justice—whose lamentable ignorance of the existence of Connie Gilchrist and Corney Grain is now historical,—Justice Hawkins, a real good man—he goes to Newmarket,—Field, who always takes your tradesman’s side against you in Chambers,—and Cave, who, I believe, is a fair average Johnnie, that tossing was “ a game, sport, pastime, or exeroise within the meaning of the statute.” Therefore, if lying in bed and tossing for sovereigns is not keeping quiet and taking exercise, what is ? Yours ever,
Hatchett s Hotel, Dover Street. Peter de Broke.
There was an amusing book called People I have Met, by Willis, N.P. After the recent “ Theatrical Libel” trial, we may expect to see another book, entitled People I haven t Met—as yet, by
Willis. (l.C.
OUR COURT OF APPEAL.
The Not-quite-at-Home Secretary wishes to have toe whole Question submitted to an “ Important and Independent
Authority. Here we are.