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Title: Punch, or the London Charivari, Volume 98, May 24, 1890
Author: Various
Editor: Francis Cowley Burnand
Release Date: January 21, 2010 [EBook #31039]
Language: English
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PUNCH,
OR THE LONDON CHARIVARI.
VOLUME 98.
MAY 24, 1890.
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MR. PUNCH'S MORAL MUSIC-HALL DRAMAS.
No. XI.--THE RIVAL DOLLS.
"Miss JENNY and POLLY Had each a new dolly."--_Vide Poem._
CHARACTERS.
_Miss Jenny_ }
} By the Sisters LEAMAR.
_Miss Polly_ }
_The Soldier Doll_}
} By the Two ARMSTRONGS.
_The Sailor Doll_ }
SCENE--_A Nursery. Enter_ Miss JENNY and Miss POLLY, _who perform a
blameless step-dance with an improving chorus_.
Oh, isn't it jolly! we've each a new dolly,
And one is a Soldier, the other's a Tar!
We're fully contented with what's been presented,
Such good little children we both of us are!
[_They dance up to a cupboard, from which they bring out two large
Dolls, which they place on chairs._
_Miss J._ _Don't_ they look nice!
Come, POLLY, let us strive
To make ourselves believe that they're alive!
_Miss P._ (addressing Sailor D.). I'm glad you're mine. I dote on all
that's nautical.
_The Sailor D. (opening his eyes suddenly)._ Excuse me, Miss, your
sister's more _my_ sort o' gal!
[_Kisses his hand_ to Miss J., _who shrinks back, shocked and alarmed_.
_Miss J._ Oh, POLLY, did you hear? I feel so shy!
_The Soldier D. (with mild self-assertion)._ _I_ can say "Pa" and
"Ma"--and wink my eye.
[_Does so at_ Miss P., _who runs in terror to_ Miss J.'s _side_.
_Miss J._ Why, both are showing signs of animation!
_Miss P._ Who'd think we had such strong imagination!
_The Soldier Doll_ (_aside to the_ Sailor D.). I say, old fellow, we have
caught their fancy--
In each of us they now
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