he Honourable Colonel BUFFALO BILL CODY engage "SQUASH," and
give him a show on a buck-jumper? Something amusing is wanted to enliven
the Wild West Scenes in the Circle, and "SQUASH" is just the sort of
droll required.
* * * * *
GOG AND MAGOG AT THE BALL.
The Jubilee Ball,
Held at Guildhall
Last week, on Tuesday night,
A great success;
All must confess
It was a glorious sight.
The Giants twain
Imbibed champagne.
Says Magog to Gog, "What fun!"
Says Gog, "For a crown
I couldn't get down
As we ought when the clock strikes one."
Says Magog to Gog,
"You jolly old dog,
With the same idea I'm imbued.
We ought to descend,
But we can't, my friend;
On our pedestals we're screwed."
To save their renown,
They didn't come down.
Be sure they acted right.
The jovial pair
Remained where they were;
Gog and Magog stopped up all night!
* * * * *
THE President and Fellows having, at a recent meeting at South
Kensington, by their Resolutions shown, spite their difficulties, a
disposition to ride the high horse, their body will henceforth be known
as the Royal Haughty-cultural Society.
* * * * *
ROBERT AT THE AMERICAN EXHIBITION.
I'VE paid my second wisit to this most emusing place, and have to report
a grate improvement in its inside, witch is gradawally a filling up like
an hungry Alderman at a nice rich fust class dinner.
But this time I paid speshal attention to the outside emusements, and
them as carnt find no fun and xcitement in them, had better go off at
wunce to the Amerrycan Bar for a "Coaxer," and that, as I found, will
soon pick him up. I never saw such a site as BUFFERLOW BILL'S Wild West
in South Kensington, the werry recklekshun of it sets me off so that I
must pull myself together with one of BERTRAM'S "Brighton Steadiers," or
I shall get too exsited to write strait.
[Illustration: Robert Tobogganing.]
Well, I spose it was because they was jest a little late that the whole
blooming lot of 'em, Amerrycans and Cow Boys, and Mexicans and Injians
with their Squalls and Porposes, and Gals a riding like gals generally
rides, and Gals a riding like men, all cum a galloping in at such a
whirling pace that it litorally took away all my pore breth, and they
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