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Punch, or the London Charivari, Volume 103, November 12, 1892
Punch, or the London Charivari, Volume 103, November 12, 1892
Punch, or the London Charivari, Volume 103, November 12, 1892
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    Punch, or the London Charivari, Volume 103, November 12, 1892 - Various Various

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    Title: Punch, or the London Charivari, Vol. 103, November 12, 1892

    Author: Various

    Release Date: May 2, 2005 [eBook #15742]

    Language: English

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    ***START OF THE PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK PUNCH, OR THE LONDON CHARIVARI, VOL. 103, NOVEMBER 12, 1892***

    E-text prepared by Malcolm Farmer, William Flis,

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    PUNCH,

    OR THE LONDON CHARIVARI.

    Vol. 103.


    November 12, 1892.


    THE GAME OF THE LITTLE HORSES.

    (A Sketch at the Casino, Dinard.)

    On either side of the circular Race-course, with its revolving metal horses, is a Green Table, divided into numbered squares, around which the Players, who are mostly English, are sitting or standing. A Croupier with his rake presides at each table. In an obscure corner of the balcony outside, Miss DAINTREE and her Married Sister have just established themselves. There is a Ball at the Casino, and the Orchestra are heard tuning up for the next dance.

    The Married Sister. But SYLVIA, why have you dragged me out here to sit in the dark? I thought you were engaged for this?

    Miss Daintree. So I am—to such a horrid little man. That's why I fled. He won't think of coming here after me!

    The M.S. What made you give him a dance at all?

    Miss D. JACK brought him up to me—so naturally I thought he was a dear friend of his, but it seems he only sat next to him at table d'hôte, and JACK says he pestered him so for an introduction, he had to do it—to get rid of him. So like a brother, wasn't it?... Oh, AMY, he's coming—what shall I do? I know he can't dance a little bit! I watched him trying.

    The M.S. Can't you ask him to sit it out?

    Miss D. That's worse! Let's hope he won't notice us.—Ah—he has!

    Our dance, I believe?

    [Mr. CUBSON, a podgy young man with small eyes and a scrubby moustache, wearing a tailless evening-coat and a wrinkled white waistcoat, advances.

    Mr. Cubson. Our dance, I believe? (The Orchestra strikes up.) Isn't that the Pas de Quatre? To tell you the truth, I'm not very well up in these new steps, so I shall trust to you to pull me through—soon get into it, y'know.

    Miss D. (to herself). If I could only get out of it! (She rises with a look of mute appeal to her Sister.) We can go through this room. (They pass into the Salle des Petits Chevaux.) Stop one minute—I just want to see which horse wins. Don't you call this a fascinating game?

    Mr. C. Well, I don't understand the way they play it here—too complicated far me, you know!

    Miss D. (to herself). Anything to gain time! (Aloud.) Oh, it's quite simple—you just put your money down on any number you choose, and say "Sur le"—whatever it is, and, if it wins, you get seven times your stake.

    Croupier. Tous sont payés—faites vos jeux, Messieurs,—les jeux sont partis!

    Miss D. I know what I should do—I should back 7 this time. I've a presentiment he'll win.

    Mr. C. Then why don't you back

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