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Title: Punch, Or The London Charivari, Vol. 103, October 8, 1892

Author: Various

Editor: Francis Burnand

Release Date: March 23, 2005 [EBook #15441]

Language: English

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PUNCH,

OR THE LONDON CHARIVARI.

VOL. 103.

October 10, 1892.

AT A HYPNOTIC SEANCE.

SCENE--_A Public Hall in a provincial town. The Hypnotist--a
tall, graceful, and handsome young man, in well-fitting
evening clothes--has already succeeded in putting most of
his subjects to sleep, and is going round and inspecting them
critically, as they droop limply on a semicircle of chairs,
in a variety of unpicturesque attitudes. The only Lady on
the platform is evidently as yet in full possession of her
senses._

_First Female Spectator_ (_to Second_). MARIA MANGLES do take a time
sending off, don't she?

_Second F.S._ (_also a friend of Miss MANGLES_). Yes, that she do--it
gives her such a silly look, sitting there, the on'y one with her
senses about her!

_First F.S._ It's all affectation--she could shut her eyes fast enough
if she _liked_!

_Second F.S._ The 'Ipnotiser's coming round to her now--she'll _have_
to go off now. (_With a not unpleasurable anticipation_.) I expect
he'll make her do all manner o' ridic'lous things!

_First F.S._ Well, it will be a lesson, to her against making' herself
so conspicuous another time. I shan't pity her.

_The Hyp._ (_after a brief colloquy with Miss MANGLES_). I see I am
not likely to succeed with this Lady; so, with many thanks to her on
behalf of myself and the audience for coming forward, I will detain
her no longer.

[Illustration: "I do. Lovely creature!"]

[_Applause, amidst which Miss M. descends to her seat in the
body of the hall, with a smile of conscious triumph._

_First F.S._ (_disappointed_). I don't see what she's done to clap
their hands about, myself!

_Second F.S._ Nor I neither-