Punch and Judy.
Both on 'em died in the workhouse. All Punch showmen die there at last; they wouldn't be Punch showmen if they didn't.".
We got on to the next figure.
All this story was told with intense seriousness.
After this, the small man explained how the Merry Clown makes his appearance, and Punch exhausts his ingenuity in endeavouring to hit him on the head, which he doess at last, and the clown goes down below.
Then comes Jim Crow. "We have the Perfect Cure instead sometimes, as it's more newer." Jim Crow sings a song, and Punch beats time on his head. Jim Crow does not like this, so Punch knocks him down. Then Jim Crow kicks Punch in the eye and vanishes.
Affter this, the ghost of Judy appears, and nearly frightens Punch into a fit. Punch is found fainting by the doctor, who says he will give him some physic. In return for this, Punch, as usual, knocks him down.
The doctor, however, returns, and administers a dose of what he calls "stick liquorich." Punch, getting away the stick, lavs it about the doctor, and says, when the latter cries for mercy, "Ah, the doctor don't like hisphysic." Upon this, the doctor closes with him and calls for help. Then enter the beadle and Jim Crow, and there is a general scrimmage, ending by Punch being dragged off to prison.
"I haven't a prison scene," the showman said. " I had one with bars and everything regular, but it's got broke up now. You see we mostly do only short pitches in the streets for want of patronage, so we do the first bit over and over again."
The " second bit," however, he assured me, was much the best, and gave me a long account of it, which I will run through as briefly as possible.
Punch discovered in jail with his head and arms lying out through the prison window. Enter Calcraft, otherwise Jack Ketch, otherwise Mr. Graball. Jack Ketch says -
Jack Ketch then prepares the gallows, and tells Punch to put his bead into the noose. Punch can't do it. He can't see straight. He puts it over it and under it, and everywhere but where it ought to be.
"What a fool you are," says Jack Ketch.