“Dubliners” is a collection of short stories written by James Joyce. In one of those stories, “Ivy Day in the Committee Room”, the gossiping Irish pols use this method to open their beer (or porter or stout) bottles. They were more successful.
Surprisingly short comic today, with Willie Winks only dragged in at the last minute. I assume Willie Winks had some contract dispute that kept him off-stage much of the time. Here’s the transcription, including a use of ``round’’ in a meaning novel to me.
Top row, left: They are all dozing comfortably: the grate-fire, the coal-pail, the fire-tongs and three little jugs on the mantel-shelf.
Top row, center: In comes Mamma Winkie and puts Grandpa Winkie’s bottle of claret to warm for dinner. The fire wakes up at this and looks askance at the intruder; and the jugs peer around and commence to converse in whispers.
Top row, right: ``Just look at him - isn’t it awful? He’s an old alcoholist [sic] !‘’ says the green jug to the red jug. ``Yes, awful! I never use anything stronger than milk, myself,’’ replies the latter.
Bottom row, left: The fire, however, is no despiser of a good drop of alcohol - the more and purer the merrier! So he stretches out a greedy tongue of flame and licks the bottle. ``Pop!‘’ goes the cork: ``crack-snap’’ goes the poor bottle, and its life-blood, the good claret, round out!
Bottom row, center: ``Well, now! The stuff won’t burn at all,‘’ hisses the fire. The jugs hold their fat sides and shake with laughter, whilst the coal-pail reels around and coughs up coal and the tongs slides [sic] into the awful mess before the fireplace out of sheer delight at the fire’s discomfiture.
Bottom row, right: ``Now, isn’t it strange that the moment one’s back is turned that fire must cut up like that?‘’ exclais Mamma Winkie after she had mopped up the mess; and then she heaps damp ashes on the fire. Williewinks only says ``Hm!’’ and thinks it not so very strange, after all.
A# 466 almost 3 years ago
“Dubliners” is a collection of short stories written by James Joyce. In one of those stories, “Ivy Day in the Committee Room”, the gossiping Irish pols use this method to open their beer (or porter or stout) bottles. They were more successful.
danketaz Premium Member almost 3 years ago
What a pity, couldn’t hold his claret.
Joseph Nebus Premium Member almost 3 years ago
Surprisingly short comic today, with Willie Winks only dragged in at the last minute. I assume Willie Winks had some contract dispute that kept him off-stage much of the time. Here’s the transcription, including a use of ``round’’ in a meaning novel to me.
Top row, left: They are all dozing comfortably: the grate-fire, the coal-pail, the fire-tongs and three little jugs on the mantel-shelf.
Top row, center: In comes Mamma Winkie and puts Grandpa Winkie’s bottle of claret to warm for dinner. The fire wakes up at this and looks askance at the intruder; and the jugs peer around and commence to converse in whispers.
Top row, right: ``Just look at him - isn’t it awful? He’s an old alcoholist [sic] !‘’ says the green jug to the red jug. ``Yes, awful! I never use anything stronger than milk, myself,’’ replies the latter.
Bottom row, left: The fire, however, is no despiser of a good drop of alcohol - the more and purer the merrier! So he stretches out a greedy tongue of flame and licks the bottle. ``Pop!‘’ goes the cork: ``crack-snap’’ goes the poor bottle, and its life-blood, the good claret, round out!
Bottom row, center: ``Well, now! The stuff won’t burn at all,‘’ hisses the fire. The jugs hold their fat sides and shake with laughter, whilst the coal-pail reels around and coughs up coal and the tongs slides [sic] into the awful mess before the fireplace out of sheer delight at the fire’s discomfiture.
Bottom row, right: ``Now, isn’t it strange that the moment one’s back is turned that fire must cut up like that?‘’ exclais Mamma Winkie after she had mopped up the mess; and then she heaps damp ashes on the fire. Williewinks only says ``Hm!’’ and thinks it not so very strange, after all.