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Punch, Or the London Charivari
Volume 107, October 27th 1894
edited by Sir Francis Burnand

INFORMAL INTRODUCTION.

'Arry (shouting across the street to his "Pal"). "Hi! Bill! This is'er!"

POLYCHROME ENGLISH.

A short suburban dialogue, illustrating the deplorable downward spreadof the New Colour-descriptiveness, as exemplified in such works as the"Arsenic Buttonhole."

Scene—Peckham. Characters—Bill, a Greengrocer. Jim, an Oil andColour Man.

Jim. 'Ow are yer, Bill? Fine pink morning, yn't it?

Bill. Um, a shyde too migenta for me, mate—'ow's yerself?

Jim. Oh, I'm just gamboge, and the missus, she's bright vermilion.'Ow's your old Dutch?

Bill. She's a bit off colour. Pussonally, I'm feelin' lemon yaller,hall through a readin' o' this yer Pioneer kid.

Jim. Buck up, mate; you've no call to be yaller, nor a perminent bloo,heither! 'Ow's tryde?

Bill. Nothin' doin'. Wy, I ain't sold an indigo cabbige or a chocolatetater to-day. It's enuff to myke a cove turn blackleg, s'elp me!

Jim. Well, I'm a tyking pupils—leastways, I've a young josser of abankclurk come messin' around my pyntshop, wantin' to know wot sort o'noise raw humber mykes, an' wot's the feel o' rose madder. I gives'im the tip—'arf a crown a go!

Bill. Well, that is a tyke-down! 'E must be a bloomin' green-horn!

Jim. Yus, a carnation green-horn, you tyke it from me! I've done 'imvandyke brown, I tell yer! I don't think 'e'll hever pynt the tarnred!

Bill. Blymy, you're a knockout! Look 'ere, mate, now you've got theochre, you'll stand 'arf a quartern at the "Blue Pig," eh?

[Exeunt ambo.

By an Old Bachelor.

LETTERS FROM A DÉBUTANTE.

My Dear Marjorie,—You remember Cecil Cashmore? Of course no theatricalscould be a success unless he took the entire management. He is acelebrated private performer, and his name is frequently seen in"Amateur Dramatic Notes," where he is freely compared to Coquelin,Arthur Roberts, Irving, and Charles Kean, in his earlier manner—I meanCharles Keane's earlier manner, not Cecil's. He always greets me with,"Oh, I'm so afraid of you. I believe you're very cross with me"; and hisparting words are invariably "Good