PUNCH,
OR THE LONDON CHARIVARI.
Vol. 109.
July 13, 1895.
Monday.—Quite new Opera, Faust. Some people say they've heard itbefore. Others add, "Yes, and more than once this season." Unwrittenlaw in Codex Druriolanum is "You can't have too much of a goodthing." There are a hundred different ways of dressing chicken; sowith Faust. This time Faust comes and is Faust served withSauce Marguerite à l'Emma Eames. Uncommonly good. Faust lui-même àl'Alvarez goes down uncommonly well. Mefisto-Plançon Sauce au bondiable, a little overdone, perhaps, but decidedly a popular dish.Baton of Bevignani keeps all the ingredients well stirred up.House full.
Tuesday.—Carmen. Madame Bellincioni and SignorAncona going strong. Capital house, spite of shadow ofdissolution being over us all.
Wednesday.—Nozze di Figaro, with Emma Eames as Countess,singing charmingly, and looking like portrait of Court Beauty by SirPeter Lely. Maurel-Almaviva all right for voice, but not upto his Countess in aristocratic appearance. However, this is in keepingwith character of nobleman whose most intimate friend is his barber,and who makes love to the barber's fiancée, who is also his wife'sfemme de chambre.
ROUNDABOUT READINGS.
At the Oxford and Cambridge Athletic Sports on Wednesday last, greatsurprise was expressed at the defeat of the hitherto invincible Mr.C. B. Fry by Mr. Mendelson in the Long Jump. Mr.Mendelson, who comes to us from New Zealand, has not only donea fine performance, but he has also jumped into fame. It is at any rateobvious that it is quite impossible for him to represent his Universityin the High Jump, for
With a musical name (though he varies the spelling),
This youth from New Zealand is bound to go far.
He couldn't jump high, since (it's truth I am telling)
No master of music e'er misses a bar.
The Long Jump, snatched like a brand from the burning, practically gavethe victory in the whole contest to Cambridge, who also won the Weight,the Mile, the Three Miles and the Quarter.
The Light Blues triumphed, fortune being shifty;
They cheered FitzHerbert sprinting home in fifty.
For strength the weight-man's parents have a hot son,
Witness the put of youthful Mr. Watson.
Lutyens, who always pleases as he goes,
Romped in, his glasses poised upon his nose.
And none that day with greater dash and go ran
Than the Light Blue three-miler, Mr. Horan...