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      2l The Tomahawk. A Saturday Journal Of S...

      2 L THE TOMAHAWK . A SATURDAY JOURNAL OF SATIRE . CMtefc tip ^ rtt ) ux &' 1 & eck * tt + DERBY j SlljP ^ TF . NUMBER . " INVITAT GULP AM QUI PECCATUM PRETERIT . "

      No. 161.] London, J Une 4, 1870. [Price ...

      No . 161 . ] LONDON , J UNE 4 , 1870 . [ Price Twopence .

      The Derby.

      THE DERBY .

      The Annual Holiday ! Par Excellence, The...

      The annual holiday ! Par excellence , the national holiday of the year . In fact , the Derby ! It ' s not a particular pleasant theme , for the simple reason that it is difficult to treat it with anything much more serious than—levity ! Moralizing upon the Derby is nearly as absurd as taking Punch as the text of a sermon . The wooden-headed tyrant of the Puppet Show is dreadfully wicked and immoral . We all know this , and yet we gather round the green baize curtains and admire—admire very much . We laugh at felony , and grow deliriously mirthful at the sight of murder . At least , so do we when we are children , and childhood is the purest , most guileless portion of our existence . In like manner , whatever we may say about the Derby , we all go to see it . All with a few exceptions . The men who don ' t go to the Derby are those wretched individuals who are too blaze" to enjoy anything , men who having done everything , try at length to do themselves . But sinners and saints flock to the course in spite of " used up " guardsmen and " dead beat " country squires . Having come to this conclusion , it seems rather absurd to attempt to preach a sermon upon the wickedness of the Derby , and yet it is our annual custom , and as an annual custom must be observed . We must accept our destiny , and so commence to " get up our steam" ( as our American Cousins would elegantly term , it ) for the ceremony . Perhaps before putting down our deep satire and exquisite sarcasm in black and white , it would be just as well to consider what we have to be angry about , what we have to deride , and what we have to laugh to scorn . Of course , betting is the crying evil . So we turn our pressive attention , beg to to the give bookmaker them a tf , heading and to make " in . small our words capitals more , thus im- : Indignation about Betting ! Is it not disgraceful that in this nineteenth century—an age providing us with the Telegraph , both wiry and daily , the steam engine , the cigars of the Poultry Roberts , the International Inhibition of 1862 , and the advertisements of the Derby Mumber of the Tomahawk—that such an age should be blemished by betting—mean , low betting . We do not object to the high-minded wagers of the Clubs , of Tattersalls , of the Corner—if a gentleman may not ruin himself , his family , and relations , things have come to a pretty pass—but we cannot put l 'P with the vices of the people—the common , low-born people . We call upon every right-minded policeman to put down the I scandal with the strong hand of the law ; in the meanwhile

      we shall be happy to put a few thousands upon Sunshine for a " place . " Indignation about Wine Drinking ! ! We blush with shame , we shudder with disgust , when we think of this loathsome , this degrading vice . What more miserable sight in the world is there than a man drunken with beer or : gin ? The staggering wretch advertises his own shame , he is the lime-light of his own dishonour 1 Let us not be misunderstood . We would not for a moment condemn the playful imbiber of the dry champagne and the gladsome claret . So long as the brand is good , and the seal unexceptionable , we have no objection to vinous merriment , but we draw the line , . we must draw the line at sherry ! Be joyful , and dance with ; genteel excitement on the top of drags among Mayonnaise and , meringuesand we will hail ye with delight and friendship ! But stay , , no farther . The man who drinks beer till he is drunken is a soulless brute—the fellow who knows not the taste of aught else but gin is unworthy the name of a man—much less an Englishman . We cannot sufficiently express our disgust , our great disgut , at the conduct of the ill-bred creature who reels from the public-house into the tavern—staggers from the tavern to the public-house , and finds his couch in the gutter . For him the prison—if possible , the gallows . In the meanwhile , we beg to open our fifth bottle of champagne , and , with a toast ! on our lips in honour of our readers , * we beg to quaff therefrom ! Indignation about Clothing !! ! One of the greatest eyesores at the Derby—an eyesore telling of squalid ignorance and diabolical vice—is the dress of the beggars . Rags and tatters , open to every puff of air , every cloud of dust . Go where you will and the same sight meets your eyes . The wretches seem to take a pleasure in their misery —the clothing of the Derby is a disgrace to man , a burlesque upon civilization . Let us not be misunderstood . We do not wish to reflect upon those fair creatures who , robed in silks and satins , loungp in their carriages , and eat pate do fois gras . No , far be it from us to find fault with them . If a woman may not dress , what else can she do ? It is absurd to think that she came solely and simply into this wicked world to torture and persecute poor hopeless man . She must have had another mission—to wear gorgeous apparel , and to paint her face . No , we find no fault with " woman , lovely woman" in satin—it is only ** woman , ugly woman " in rags with whom we wish to quarrel . A female who knows not how to dress deserves a nunnery ; a female who is too poor to purchase necessary garments is worthy of Bridewell and the whipping post ; out upon the husscy J Let rags and tatters be driven from the earth , and in their place let the West

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    • Tomahawk (1867-1870), June 4, 1870, page unpag, in the Nineteenth-Century Serials Edition (2008; 2018) ncse.ac.uk/periodicals/t/issues/ttw_04061870/page/5/