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    Punch, or the London Charivari, Volume 100, February 7, 1891
    Punch, or the London Charivari, Volume 100, February 7, 1891
    Punch, or the London Charivari, Volume 100, February 7, 1891
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    Punch, or the London Charivari, Volume 100, February 7, 1891

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      Punch, or the London Charivari, Volume 100, February 7, 1891 - Various Various

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      February 7, 1891, by Various

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      Title: Punch, Or The London Charivari, Vol. 100., February 7, 1891

      Author: Various

      Release Date: August 1, 2004 [EBook #13074]

      Language: English

      *** START OF THIS PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK PUNCH ***

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      Proofreading Team.

      PUNCH,

      OR THE LONDON CHARIVARI.

      Vol. 100.

      February 7, 1891.

      THE MODEL HUSBAND CONTEST.

      SCENE THE FIRST—At the GALAHAD-GREENS'.

      Mrs. G.-G. GALAHAD!

      Mr. G.-G. (meekly). My love?

      Mrs. G.-G. I see that the proprietors of All Sorts are going to follow the American example, and offer a prize of £20 to the wife who makes out the best case for her husband as a Model. It's just as well, perhaps, that you should know that I've made up my mind to enter you!

      Mr. G.-G. (gratified). My dear CORNELIA! really, I'd no idea you had such a—

      Mrs. G.-G. Nonsense! The drawing-room carpet is a perfect disgrace, and, as you can't, or won't, provide the money in any other way, why—Would you like to hear what I've said about you?

      Mr. G.-G. Well, if you're sure it wouldn't he troubling you too much, I should, my dear.

      Mrs. G.-G. Then sit where I can see you, and listen. (She reads.) Irreproachable in all that pertains to morality—(and it would be a bad day indeed for you, GALAHAD, if I ever had cause to think otherwise.')—morality; scrupulously dainty and neat in his person—(ah, you may well blush, GALAHAD, but, fortunately, they won't want me to produce you!)—"he imports into our happy home the delicate refinement of a preux chevalier of the olden time. (Will you kindly take your dirty boots off the steel fender!) We rule our little kingdom with a joint and equal sway, to which jealousy and friction are alike unknown; he, considerate and indulgent to my womanly weakness,—(You need not stare at me in that perfectly idiotic fashion!)—I, looking to him for the wise and tender support which has never yet been denied. The close and daily scrutiny of many years has discovered"—(What are you shaking like that for?)—discovered no single weakness; no taint or flaw of character; no irritating trick of speech or habit. (How often have I told you that I will not have the handle of that paper-knife sucked? Put it down; do!) "His conversation—sparkling but ever spiritual—renders our modest meals veritable feasts of fancy and flows of soul ... Well, GALAHAD?

      Mr. G.-G. Nothing, my dear; nothing. It struck me as well,—a trifle flowery, that last passage, that's all!

      Mrs. G.-G. (severely). If I cannot expect to win the prize without descending to floweriness, whose fault is that, I should like to know? If you can't make sensible observations, you had better not speak at all. (Continuing,) Over and over again, gathering me in his strong loving arms, and pressing fervent kisses upon my forehead, he has cried, 'Why am I not a Monarch that so I could place a diadem upon that brow? With such a Consort, am I not doubly crowned?' Have you anything to say to that, GALAHAD?

      Mr. G.-G. Only, my love, that I—I don't seem to remember having made that particular remark.

      Mrs. G.-G. Then make it now. I'm sure I wish to be as accurate as I can. [Mr. G.-G. makes the remark—but without fervour.

      SCENE THE SECOND—At the MONARCH-JONES'.

      Mr. M.-J. Twenty quid would come in precious handy just now, after

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