Outing . their garments and, fixing yourfingers into their sleeves, givethem the semblance of life andmotion, how you did long to owna set of them and astonish yourfellows with your dexterity! The story of the play and nota little of its dialogue were alreadyyours through much rehearsal inthe privacy of your room—butof this you spoke not; rather didyou lend eyes and ears to all hedid and said as if you were quitethe novice that he thought showed you the reed,that little affair of tin and threadwhich aided so miraculously inthe fashioning of Punchs voice,and explained how to hold itwith
Outing . their garments and, fixing yourfingers into their sleeves, givethem the semblance of life andmotion, how you did long to owna set of them and astonish yourfellows with your dexterity! The story of the play and nota little of its dialogue were alreadyyours through much rehearsal inthe privacy of your room—butof this you spoke not; rather didyou lend eyes and ears to all hedid and said as if you were quitethe novice that he thought showed you the reed,that little affair of tin and threadwhich aided so miraculously inthe fashioning of Punchs voice,and explained how to hold itwith your tongre against the roofof your mouth and use it at will as thedialogue required. In the kindness of his heart he even re-peated, especially for your benefit, thatpart of the play which was ever yourfavorite—the scene between Punch andthe Doctor. You knew well enough what went be-fore; the opening scene between Punchand Judy, and Punchs ill-starred attemptat caring for the Baby; the tragic fate of. Punch and the Doctor by Cruikshank. The Most Popular Play in the World 465 the latter as its choleric parenttossed it out of the window;the fight with Judy, her violentdeath and the entrance of thefrivolous Polly who dances socharmingly with unrepentantPunch. You rememberedthat, after the exit of PrettyPoll, Punch entered with hishorse, the prancing Hector,and in the endeavor to mountand ride in pursuit wasignominiously thrown, to liescreaming, Doctor! Doctor!Doctor! at the top of hisvoice. It was at this juncture thatyour mentor took his cue. „ri With his right hand holdingPunch upon his back at therear of the little stage, he deftly insertedhis left hand beneath the Doctors flowingcoat, and swung him into view of theimaginary audience. The Doctor, lookingall about, does not see the prone figure ofPunch, and queries: Who calls so loud? Punch (in anguish)—Oh, dear! Oh,Lord! Murder! Doctor—Whatever is the matter?Bless me soul, whos this, me good friend,Punch? Ave you ad
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