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Title: Punch, Or The London Charivari, Vol. 102, Feb. 20, 1892

Author: Various

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PUNCH,

OR THE LONDON CHARIVARI.

VOL. 102.

February 20, 1892.

JIM'S JOTTINGS.

NO. II.--RATS'-RENTS, THE RENTERS AND THE RENTED.

[In which GINGER JIMMY gives his views of Lazarus, Dives,
Dirt, Mother Church, Slum-Freeholders and "Freedom of
Contract."]

"The Golgotha of Slumland!" That's a phrase as I am told
Is made use of by a party,--wich that party must be bold,--
In the name of Mister LAZARUS, a good Saint Pancrage gent,
Wot has writ a book on Slumland, and its Landlords, and its Rent.[1]

He's a Member of the "Westry 'Ealth Committee," so it seems,
And the story wot he tells will sound, _to some_, like 'orrid
dreams.
But, lor bless yer! _we_ knows better, and if sech 'cute coves as
'im
Want to ferret hout the _facks_, they might apply to GINGER JIM.

There's the mischief in these matters; them as knows won't always
tell.
Wy, if you want to spot a "screw," or track up a bad smell,
You've got to be a foxer, for whilst slums makes topping rent,
There will always be lots 'anging round to _put yer off the scent_!

I can tell yer arf the right 'uns even ain't quite in the know,
And there's lots o' little fakes to make 'em boggle, or go slow.
Werry plorserble their statements, and they puts 'em nice and plain,
And a crockidile _can_ drop 'em when 'e once turns on the main.

All the tenants' faults; they likes it, dirt, and scrowging, and
damp walls!
They _git used to_ 'orrid odours! O the Landlord's tear-drop falls.
Werry often, when collecting of his rents, to see the 'oles
Where the parties as must pay 'em up _prefers_ to stick, pore souls!

No compulsion, not a mossel! Ah, my noble lords and gents
Who