A "spicy" (-ish) Tuesday Twopenny Terrible Minisode IN WHICH —
0:02:00: SWEENEY TODD, Ch. 55:
- In which: The usurer, John Mundel, begins to realize that Sweeney Todd, the humble barber he has hired to prepare him for his visit to court, is the same man who pretended to be a duke and took him for £8000 with the string of pearls! What will he do? How will Todd get out of this one? We’ll find out today (but there's a pretty strong hint in the title to this episode!)
0:17:00: TWO SALACIOUS SALOON SONGS:
- "The Squire's Thingumbob and Kitty's Whatchamacallit," a frisky supper-club song from the 1830s, sung lustily by gentlemen when there were no ladies about. This rather explicit one describes the amorous adventure of one Squire Ticklecock with a friendly damsel named Kitty.
- "Rum Old Mog," a festive song about a spunky hard-punching doxy and her flash fancy-man. Loaded with flash terms (see below).
Join host Finn J.D. John. for a half-hour-long spree through the scandal-sheets and story papers of old London! Grab a decanter and top off your glass, unload your stumps, and let's go!
GLOSSARY OF FLASH TERMS USED IN THIS EPISODE:
- Hellcats: Women who hang out in gambling hells.
- Lively kiddies: Funny fellows
- Knight of the brush and moon: Drunken fellow wandering amok in fields and ditches trying to stagger home.
- Chaffing: Talking and bantering while taking a glass or two.
- Crib: House, room, or chamber (modern equivalent is "joint"). Originally and still also used to refer to a prostitute's bedroom.
- Cunny: 1840s slang for a lady's vulva. The modern slang equivalent is "pussy."
- Pippin: A funny fellow; also a friendly way of greeting: How are you, my pippins?
- Bolt the moon: Fly by night
- Beaks: Magistrates, law enforcement authorities
- The tippy: The very best
In addition, here are the flash definitions from "Rum Old Mog":
- Rum old Mog was a leary flash mot (wide-awake, on-the-ball underworld girl)
- And she was plump and fat (meaning pleasantly plump and buxom, not obese),
- With twangs in her shoes, a wheelbarrow too,
- And an oil-skin round her hat.
- A blue bird’s eye (bandanna pattern) decked her dairies (boobs) fine
- As she mizzled (hurried off) through Temple Bar
- Of which side of the way I cannot say,
- But she boned (stole) it from a tar (sailor).
- Moll’s flash man was a Chick-lane cove (Chick-lane was a street in the Smithfield neighborhood notorious for criminal activities)
- And he gartered a-low his knee,
- He was three times lagged (transported to Australia) and very near scragged (hanged)
- But he 'scaped it by going to sea;
- With his click (punch) in his fib (fist) and his ranting out
- In his 'Very prime taters' cry (he's a costermonger, selling baked potatoes from a pushcart)
- For the cove of the ken (landlord of the pub or saloon) he valied (cared) not,
- As he’d ridge (money) within his cly (pocket).
- On a donkey they rode to a cock and hen club (a supper club where men and women ate, drank, and sang risque songs together)
- At the sign of the Mare and Stallion,
- There sure was such a squad ne'er to be had
- As Moll and her flash companions;
- But Moll being down to (aware of) some loving stuff
- 'Tween her flash man and Poll Sly,
- She peeled off her togs (stripped off her clothes), and when in her buff,
- She blacked the covess’s (woman's) eye.
- But a milling cove (prizefighter), a friend of Poll’s,
- Tipt Moll's fancy-man a blow,
- Which soon knocked up a general fight,
- O Lord what a gallows row! (A gallows row was a knock-down-drag-out fierce enough to get someone sent to the gallows.)
- Some had eyes black'd, some noses crack'd,
- And some had broken bones.
- But the row being over, they lushed in clover (the fight being over, they all relaxed and drank together)
- Then staggered to their homes.
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A tip top. Tuesday evening to all you
Hellcats lively kitties. And nights of the.
Brush and. Moon, I'm your host Finn, JD,
John welcoming you back to the. Chafing Crib.
It's tupany terrible. Tuesday once again on the Penny
Dreadful. Variety hour show The Tupany
Terrible Demi Hour is our weeklysalaciousness.
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Themed show anytime. You see an explicit warning on
an episode of The Penny. Dreadful show.
Like today, it'll be on a tupanyTerrible Tuesday episode, so.
If you don't mind a bit of bawdiness in cheek, stick around
after the Dreadful has been read.
We don't do outright porno and yes there was lots of that in
the Victorian age, but some of the supper club and drinking.
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Saloon songs we get into on. Tuesdays can get pretty spicy
today, for instance. Please note the Victorians were
not really very good at this, sobe prepared for today's saloon
song to be. Well, kind of.
Awkward and cringy in a sort of adorably earnest way.
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Here's what we've got in store for tonight.
We're going to start out right away with Chapter 55 of Sweeney
Todd, The Barber of Fleet Street, or The String of Pearls
by James Malcolm Reimer. Which first started.
Publication in 1846. In it, the usurer John Mondell
begins to realize that Sweeney Todd, the humble Barber he has
hired to prepare him for his visit to court, is the same man
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who pretended to be a Duke and took him for £8000 with the
string of. Pearls.
What will he do? How will Todd?
Get out of this one. We'll find out today, then we'll
dive right into the PG13 portionof the.
Show with a song. Or two from.
One of the many collections of drinking and.
Thieving and sinning songs with which our.
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Favorite historical period? Abounded.
So let's get to it. We're going to start out right
away with Chapter 50. 5 of Sweeney Todd.
Now last time, as you probably remember, in chapter 54, Todd
customer told him that a gentleman was ill in bed but
needed his peruk properly dressed for an important visit
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he had to make. Later, he wanted Todd to come to
his house to dress his peruk and.
Give him a shave. The customer was Mr. Blissett
and he brought. Todd to his house, which his
wife ran as a lodging. House.
On the doorstep, Todd learned that the man whose peruke he was
here to dress was none other than John Mundell, the
moneylender who had advanced 8000 lbs on the stolen pearls.
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Blissett's wife immediately started in heaping abuse on Mr.
Blissett. Much to Todd's amusement, then
she. Chased the husband out of the
house and hurried back. Into the parlor, telling.
Todd to. Show himself upstairs.
Which he did. He found Mundell, a broken man,
wandering on about his £8000 loss.
But as Todd proceeded with his shaving operation, he
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increasingly found the money lenders eyes fixed on him keenly
and several times, Mundell said.How very like you are to my
Duke. Then there was a knock at the
door. Who could it be?
Well, let's find out right now. Chapter 55.
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The Murder of the Usurer. Come in, come in.
More expense, more losses, as ifan honest man who does only what
he can with his own could not come to the court with the hope
of meeting with a civil reception unless he were decked
out like a buffoon. Come in.
Well, who are you? Guest of.
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Snipes, Sir, at your service brought home the clothes, Sir,
the full dress suit. You were so good as to order to
be ready today, Sir. Oh, you are a tailor.
Oh dear, no. We are not tailors nowadays, we
are artists. Curse you, whatever you are, I
don't care. Some artist I'm afraid has
dumped me out of 8000 lbs. Oh dear.
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Put down the things. What do they come to?
18 lbs Ten shillings and. Pippins, Sir.
John Mundell gave a deep groan and the tailor brushed past Todd
to place the clothes upon a sidetable.
As he returned, he caught sight of Todd's face and in an
instant, his face. Lighting up, he cried.
Ah, how do? How do?
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Eh. Said Todd.
How do the pompadour coloured coat and the velvet smalls do
eh? Fit well.
Fit well. Lord, what a rum start for a
Barber to have a suit of clothesfit for a Duke.
Duke. Cried Mundell.
Footnote Pompadour in fabric wasa dark pinkish purple colour and
a footnote Todd lifted one of his huge feet and gave the
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artist a kick that sent him sprawling to the door of the
room that he said will teach. You to make game of a poor man
with a large family, you scoundrel.
What? You won't go, won't you?
The. The artist shot out at the door
like lightning, and flew down the stairs as though the devil
himself was at his heels. Todd carefully closed the door
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again, and fastened it by the little bolt that was upon it.
A strange expression was upon the countenance of John Mundell.
His face looked perfectly convulsed, and he slowly rose
from the chair. Todd placed one of his huge
hands upon his breast and pushedhim back.
Again, what's the matter? Said Todd.
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He he knows you. Well, the pompadour.
Colored coat, I recollect. I recollect the pompadour
colored coat. And I thought I knew your face.
There was something, too, about your voice that haunted me.
Like the? Remembrance of a dream.
You. You are.
What? Help.
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Help. Tell me if I'd be mad, or if you
were a Duke in the disguise of aBarber or a Barber in the
likeness of a Duke. That pompadour colored coat, It
sticks. It sticks in my throat.
I wish it did. Growled Todd.
What do you mean? Mr. Mondell, pray express
yourself. What do you mean?
By these incoherent expressions.Are you human?
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Dear me, I hope so. Really, Sir, you look quite
wild. Stop, stop, Let me think.
The face, the voice, the pompadour coat, the costume fit
for a Duke. It must be so.
Man or devil, I grapple with you.
For you have got my pearls and my money, my 8000 lbs, my gold.
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That I have lived, That I have toiled for, That I've schemed
and cheated to keep up, That I have shut my eyes to all sights
for and my heart to all tender. You have my money and I will
denounce you. Stop, Said Todd.
The usurer paused in what he wassaying, but he still glared at
Todd fiercely, and his eyes protruded from their.
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Orbits while the muscles. Of his mouth worked as though he
were still trying to utter audible sounds, but by some
power was denied the capacity toutter them.
You say you have lost pearls. Yes, yes, Orient pearls.
Todd dived his hand into the breast of his apparel and
produced the string of pearls. He held them before the ravished
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and dazzled eyes of John Mundell, as he said.
Were they like these? With a cry of joy, Mundell
grasped at the pearls. Tears of gratified avarice
gushed from his eyes. My own, my own pearls, my
beautiful pearls. Oh, pleasant chance, my pearls
back again. Ha, echoed Todd as he stepped
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behind the chair on which John Mundell was sitting.
With his left hand he took one vigorous grasp of the remaining
hair upon the head of the usurerand forced his back against the
chair. In another instant there was a
sickening gushing sound. Todd.
With the razor he. Held in his right hand head.
Nearly cut. John Mundell's head off.
Then he held him by the hair. Gasp, gasp gasp bubble.
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Gasp, gasp bubble. Goggle, goggle.
A slight convulsive movement of the.
Lashes. And the eyes set and became
opaquely dim. The warm blood still bubbled,
but John Mundell was dead. Todd picked up the pearls and
carefully replaced them in his bosom again.
How many strange events, he said, hang upon these baubles?
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It's only one more. A dirty job, rather, But
business is business. He stood in the room, as silent
as a statue, and listened intently.
Not the slightest sound indicative of the proximity of
anyone came upon his ears. He felt quite convinced that the
deed of blood had been done in perfect secrecy.
But then there he was. Who but he could be accused?
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There he stood, the self convicted murderer.
Had he not done the deed with the weapon of his handicraft
that he had brought to the house?
How was Todd to escape the seemingly inevitable cold
blooded murder? We shall see.
Huddled up in the chair was the dead body.
Mundell had not fallen out of the capacious easy seat in which
he sat. When he breathed his last, the
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blood rolled to the floor where it lay in a steaming mass.
Todd was careful, very careful, not to tread in it, and he
looked down at his garments to see if there were any telltale
spots of gore. But standing behind the chair to
do the deed as he had done, he had been saved from anything of
the sort. There he stood, externally
spotless, like many a seeming and smirking Sinner in this
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world. But oh, how blackened, stained
within. Humph said Todd.
John Mundell was half distractedby a heavy loss.
He was ill, and his mind was evidently affected.
He could not even shave himself.Oh, it is quite evident that
John Mundell unable to bear. His miseries real or?
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Ideal any longer? In a fit of partial insanity,
cut his own throat. Yes, that will do.
Todd still kept the razor in hisgrasp.
What is he going to do? Murder again the murdered?
Is he afraid that a man with 20.Murders on his head.
Will jostle him from his perilous pinnacle of guilty
safety. No, He takes one of the clammy
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dead hands in his own, clasps, the half rigid fingers over the
handle of the razor, and then heholds them until in the course
of a minute or two they have assumed the grasp he wishes.
And the razor with which he, Todd, did the deed of blood is
held listlessly, but most significantly, in the hand of
the dead. That will do, said.
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Todd. The door has reached and
unfastened, and the Barber slipsout of the room.
He closes the door again upon the fetid, hot aroma of the
blood that is in there, fresh from the veins of a human being
like himself. No, no, not like himself.
No one could be like Sweeney Todd.
He is a being of his own species, distinct alone, an
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incarnation of evil. Todd was in no particular hurry
to descend the stairs. He gained the passage with
tolerable deliberation, and thenhe heard voices in the parlour.
Oh. What a man you are.
Said Missus Blisset. Oh my dear I.
Am indeed, who would not be a man?
For your sake. As for Mr. Blissett, I don't
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think him with attention. Nor do I.
Said the lady, snapping her fingers.
I don't value him that. The.
Poor mean. Spirited Wretch.
He's not to be compared to you. Captain.
I should think not, my love. Have you got any change in your
pocket? Yes, yes, I think I have about.
7 shillings or so. Well, that will do.
Much obliged to you, Madam. I mean my dear Missus B or.
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If you would but. Smother bless it.
That I might have the joy of making you.
Missus Captain Coggan. What a happy man I should be.
Todd tapped out the door. What was that?
Cried the captain in alarm. Is it Blisset?
No, Captain, No, no. I should like to see.
Him interrupt me, indeed a pretty thing that I cannot.
Do what I. Like in the house that I keep
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come in. Todd just opened the door far
enough to introduce his hideous head, and having done so, stared
at the pair with such a selection of frightful
physiognomical changes that theyboth sat transfixed with horror.
At length, Todd broke the silence by saying he's.
Frightfully nervous. What?
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Who? Gasped the captain.
What? Repeated Missus Blissett.
What's his name upstairs that I was sent for to shave just now?
What Mr. Bundell Oh poor man, hehas been in a very nervous state
ever since he has been here. He constantly talks of a heavy
loss he has had. Yes, said Todd.
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I suppose he means you to pay me.
Me. Yes, ma'am, He says he is too
nervous and excited for me to shave him just now, but he has
borrowed a razor from me and he says he will shave himself in
the course of an hour or so and send it back to me.
Oh. Very well, your money will be
sent with. The razor no doubt, for although
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Mr. Mundell is so continually talking of his.
Losses. They tell me he is as rich as a.
Jew. Thank you, Madam.
Good morning, Sir. The captain cast a supercilious
glance upon Todd, but did not deign to make the remotest reply
to the mock civility with which she was bidden.
Good morning. No one stands so much upon his
dignity as he whose title to anyat all is exceedingly doubtful.
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The female heart, however, is mollified by devotion, and
Missus Blissett returned the idea of Todd.
When he got into the passage he uttered one of his extraordinary
laughs, and then, opening the street door, he let himself out.
God by no means hurried back to Fleet Street, but as he walked
along, he now and then shrugged his shoulders and shook his huge
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hands, which, to those acquainted with his
peculiarities, would have been sufficient indications of the
fact that he was enjoying himself greatly.
At length he spoke so. So.
What a Providence we have, afterall, watching over us.
The moment I am in any real. Danger as regards the.
String of pearls, Upstart, some circumstances that enable me to
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ward it off well, well, someday.I almost.
Think I shall turn. Religious and build a church and
endow it. Prog was so tackled at the idea
of his building a church and endowing it that he stopped at
the corner of Milford Lane to enjoy an unusual amount of
laughter, and as he did so, he saw none other than Missus Rag
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coming slowly toward him. Aha, he said.
Tobias's mother, the mother of the Tobias that was.
I will avoid her. He darted on and was through the
Temple Bar before Misses Rag could make up her mind which way
to run for run she fully intended to do when she saw Todd
standing at the corner of Milford Lane.
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But she had no occasion for hurrying from him as he walked
in the direction of his shop as speedily as possible, although
he was perfectly. Satisfied with the clever manner
in which. He had ridded himself of the
usurer who probably might have been a source of annoyance to
him and to might eventually havebeen the means of bringing him
to justice. He thought that he might be
losing opportunities of making more victims for the
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accumulation of his ill. Gotten wealth?
That was a gnarly. Scene.
A clever dodge, really, claimingthat Mundell had borrowed his
razor. You think you'll get away with
it? We'll be finding out funny.
We've had rather a run of razor related crime stories on the
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show lately. We recently had the terrible
tidbit of the day. From Dickens.
Dreadful. Almanac in which a woman
supposedly committed suicide by slicing her tummy open with her
husband's razor. It's very hard to believe
anybody bought that story. But also there was the girl
whose fiance cut her throat on the morning of her wedding day.
And last Thursday's broadsheet ballad.
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Reading. It makes you wonder how many
lives the invention of the safety razor has saved over the
last 100 years or so, doesn't it?
Well, in the next chapter we're going to change scenes, and as
night falls, we'll see Sir Richard slipping into Missus
Lovett's pie shop to look for evidence.
But suddenly he's startled by the appearance of Missus Lovett
herself in her 90, with a candlein her hand, but with her eyes
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shut tight, she's. Sleepwalking.
Will she wake? Up and notice the intruder.
Will he hear? The secrets that she.
Keeps when she's talking in her sleep.
We shall see. All right, now, if you're just
here for the penny dreadful and would rather not subject
yourself to any Victorian salaciousness, feel free to.
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Skip ahead to the next podcast in your queue.
We are now getting to the explicit parts, but if you're
interested in the body drinking.Songs, risque anecdotes, and.
Dirty jokes of 1840s life stick around.
I'm going to start off by turning to our most reliable.
Source of salacious. Songs and naughty bits.
References and other spicy fare.Via one of the great old
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informal evening song. Books.
This particular one is called the Bang Up Songster, a famous.
Collection of flashy fancy. Frisky amatory and clamatory
staves never before printed and adopted for gentlemen only.
I don't know what clamatory means.
I suppose I should look it up, but I'm kind of enjoying my
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ignorance right now, so maybe I'll look it up later.
This song book was published in 1834 by West.
West of Witch St. And collected in a four volume
collection titled Body Songs of the Romantic Period by a team
of. Editors at Pickering.
And shadow. Publishers in 2000. 11 it's
still in print, so if you're enjoying these, you should
totally get a copy for yourself.Before we start, I am compelled
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to really earn that explicit. Tag on this episode.
By defining a term. In the Victorian age, female
naughty bits were not yet calledpussies.
Pussy was a common short term for Priscilla, which is probably
how it got. Turned into a slang term for
vulvus. Kind of like.
Dick and Johnson did on the other side of the great divide
with penises, but. Back in 1833 the word was cunny
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cunt. Was also in use.
But reading between the lines, it seems they preferred cunny
when trying to titillate. Apparently it was a.
Little softer and I. Don't know sexier Sexy is not
the word, but you get the idea. It's different somehow less.
Hard. And by the way, if you have a
bit of a dirty mind tonight, you've probably already
recognized Connie from the term cunnilingus, which is still in
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use today, and most likely for some.
Of you scamps tonight. But did I say that?
Out loud. Why the entomological rant about
naughty bits, you may ask? Well, you're going to have.
To know what a Connie is to get this one.
So with that. Introduction Let's get to it.
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This song is called. The Squires Thingamabob and.
Kiddies whatchamacallit an. Entire new amorous song to the
tune of Bow Wow Wow. In this song, the last word of
each one of these stanzas is replaced with either
whatchamacallit or thingamabob you're supposed to figure.
Out what the word is, of course,by what it rhymes with.
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I don't want to say thingamabob and whatchamacallit a million
times. Tonight, so I'm going to use
sound effects to do the same thing.
One day as Squire Ticklecock. Was in the Meadow straying, he
met with little Kitty who was sport of Leah playing.
But as she was running down the hill.
You'll say Twas rather. Funny, her foot had slipped, and
down she fell, and he beheld herin haste.
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He ran to help her up. And standing there quite mute,
he. Gaped with many a burning
thought upon her, lustrous. Beauty.
He pressed her cheek. He felt her.
Breast. It did not seem to.
Shock her so getting bolder fromthe same way he pulled out his
they walked together or the fields and coming to a Grove.
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The Squire ventured in. Good.
Terms to tell to. Her his love, says He.
My darling Angel, your charms have really struck me, Boss
Squire, says she. I plainly see that you're
inclined to fuck now. Kitty, when she said the same,
she. Blushed like any rose, but the
throbbing of her bosom did her willingness disclose so without
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more to do egad upon the grass. She falls and while the.
Squire, her boobies pressed. She also felt his they neither
of them lost much time in. Talking or in courting?
But soon, within each other's arms, they were amorously.
Sporting the. Squire was young and handsome
and a proper cunning joker, and so without more bother why he
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began to such pressing and caressing and kissing without
measure. Says Kitty, Oh, I'm fainting, I
shall surely die with pleasure. But all the Squire could utter
was, Oh, dear me, Alas. He pressed her closer to him,
and she heaved up her so Damsels, if you'd pleasure find.
Oh, do not be afraid now. Remember, there is nothing so
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disgusting as a maid now withoutthe suites of luxury no damsel
should be. Stuck.
And in spite of all that folks may say, there's.
Nothing like a. Well, alrighty then.
This next one is a little. Less explicit.
It comes from the Corinthian, anextensive collection of flash
songs, slang, ditties, and rum. Chants published in 1830.
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Three by Jay Duncan of Holborn, London.
Same publisher as the female pawnbroker song from last week.
What it Lacks in sex. Scenes though it.
Makes up for in general debauchery, and Flash can't.
In fact, there's. So much flash.
In here that I've included abouta line by line glossary of the
flash terms. At the end of.
The show notes this week. Here we go.
The song is called Rum Old Mog, a very celebrated.
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Flash song Rum. Old Mog was a leery flash.
Mot and she was plump and fat with.
Twangs in her shoes and a wheelbarrow too, and an oil skin
round her hat. A bluebird's eye decked her
dairy's. Fine as she mizzled.
Through Temple Bar, of which side of the way I cannot say,
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but she boned it from a tar mall's flash.
Man was a chick. Lane Cove and he guarded a low
his knee and was three times lagged and very.
Near scragged but escaped it by going to sea with his click.
In his fib and his ranting out, and his very prime Tater's cry
for the Cove of the Ken he valued not as he'd Ridge.
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Within his clie. On a donkey they rode to a cock
and hen club at the sign of the mare and stallion then sure such
a squad was near to be had as mall.
And her flash companions. But Moll being down to some
loving stuff. Between her flash man and Paul
Sly. She peeled off her togs.
When when in her buff she blacked the coves's eye.
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But a milling Cove. A friend of Paul's tipped Moll's
fancy. Man a blau which soon knocked up
a general fight. Oh Lord, what a gallows row.
Some had eyes blacked, some noses cracked and some had
broken bones, but the row being over, they lushed in Clover.
Then staggered to their homes. Like I said, lots.
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Of flash terms in there. Check out the show notes to
brush them up. Well, you know what that about
wraps up tonight's show, I do hope.
You'll join us again 2 days fromtoday.
For the Hate Me Horrid Half Hourshow, which comes out every
Thursday night, it'll be horrid all right.
If Teupany Terrible Tuesday sometimes gets an explicit
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content tag, Hate Me Horrid Hersday usually comes with a
trigger warning. In it, we'll hear all about a
sailor's grisly revenge upon a shark that killed his friend by
the. Charming expediency of biting.
Him in half. And we'll get a.
Detailed inventory of punitive hand.
Amputations in English. History and sundry other
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sunshiny delights that'll be coming your way. 2 evenings.
Hence, on Thursday night at Dick.
Turpin scragging hour. 5:37 PM. That's 1737 military time.
By the way, there won't be any chapter.
Readings in Thursday's episode that will change.
Starting next week, but Thursdayis just terrific.
Register. Stuff.
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So if you. Don't want your mirror neurons
trespassed upon feel? Free to jump over.
It and you won't miss any of thestories before we share it off.
As usual, we've got one or two dorky old early Victorian.
Dad jokes to share courtesy of. Joe Miller's Jests or the Widths
Vade Meekum. Most famous?
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Collection of alleged wisecracksof the early 18.
Hundreds. Call it a palette.
Cleanser because you know. Admit it, those supper club.
Songs were pretty dirty. Funny, sure, but you know the.
Sooner we wrap this up, the sooner we can get in the.
Shower right? Here we go.
One of the Afrasid. Gentlemen, as was his.
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Custom preaching most exceedingly.
Dull to a congregation not used to him, many of them.
Slunk out of the church, 1 afterthe other.
Before the sermon was near endedtruly.
Said a gentleman present. This learned doctor has made a.
Very moving discourse. Sir William.
Davinant the poet had no nose, which going along the muse.
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One day a beggar woman followed him crying.
Oh God, preserve your eyesight. Sir, the Lord, preserve your
eyesight. Why, my good woman?
Said he. Why do you pray so much for my
eyesight? Oh dear, Sir.
Answered the woman. If it should please God that you
grow dim. Sighted, you have no place to
hang your. Spectacles on.
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It's tupany terrible. Tuesday once again on the Penny
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Like today, it'll be on a tupanyTerrible Tuesday episode, so.
If you don't mind a bit of bawdiness in cheek, stick around
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We don't do outright porno and yes there was lots of that in
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Saloon songs we get into on. Tuesdays can get pretty spicy
today, for instance. Please note the Victorians were
not really very good at this, sobe prepared for today's saloon
song to be. Well, kind of.
Awkward and cringy in a sort of adorably earnest way.
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Here's what we've got in store for tonight.
We're going to start out right away with Chapter 55 of Sweeney
Todd, The Barber of Fleet Street, or The String of Pearls
by James Malcolm Reimer. Which first started.
Publication in 1846. In it, the usurer John Mondell
begins to realize that Sweeney Todd, the humble Barber he has
hired to prepare him for his visit to court, is the same man
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who pretended to be a Duke and took him for £8000 with the
string of. Pearls.
What will he do? How will Todd?
Get out of this one. We'll find out today, then we'll
dive right into the PG13 portionof the.
Show with a song. Or two from.
One of the many collections of drinking and.
Thieving and sinning songs with which our.
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Favorite historical period? Abounded.
So let's get to it. We're going to start out right
away with Chapter 50. 5 of Sweeney Todd.
Now last time, as you probably remember, in chapter 54, Todd
customer told him that a gentleman was ill in bed but
needed his peruk properly dressed for an important visit
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he had to make. Later, he wanted Todd to come to
his house to dress his peruk and.
Give him a shave. The customer was Mr. Blissett
and he brought. Todd to his house, which his
wife ran as a lodging. House.
On the doorstep, Todd learned that the man whose peruke he was
here to dress was none other than John Mundell, the
moneylender who had advanced 8000 lbs on the stolen pearls.
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Blissett's wife immediately started in heaping abuse on Mr.
Blissett. Much to Todd's amusement, then
she. Chased the husband out of the
house and hurried back. Into the parlor, telling.
Todd to. Show himself upstairs.
Which he did. He found Mundell, a broken man,
wandering on about his £8000 loss.
But as Todd proceeded with his shaving operation, he
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increasingly found the money lenders eyes fixed on him keenly
and several times, Mundell said.How very like you are to my
Duke. Then there was a knock at the
door. Who could it be?
Well, let's find out right now. Chapter 55.
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The Murder of the Usurer. Come in, come in.
More expense, more losses, as ifan honest man who does only what
he can with his own could not come to the court with the hope
of meeting with a civil reception unless he were decked
out like a buffoon. Come in.
Well, who are you? Guest of.
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Snipes, Sir, at your service brought home the clothes, Sir,
the full dress suit. You were so good as to order to
be ready today, Sir. Oh, you are a tailor.
Oh dear, no. We are not tailors nowadays, we
are artists. Curse you, whatever you are, I
don't care. Some artist I'm afraid has
dumped me out of 8000 lbs. Oh dear.
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Put down the things. What do they come to?
18 lbs Ten shillings and. Pippins, Sir.
John Mundell gave a deep groan and the tailor brushed past Todd
to place the clothes upon a sidetable.
As he returned, he caught sight of Todd's face and in an
instant, his face. Lighting up, he cried.
Ah, how do? How do?
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Eh. Said Todd.
How do the pompadour coloured coat and the velvet smalls do
eh? Fit well.
Fit well. Lord, what a rum start for a
Barber to have a suit of clothesfit for a Duke.
Duke. Cried Mundell.
Footnote Pompadour in fabric wasa dark pinkish purple colour and
a footnote Todd lifted one of his huge feet and gave the
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artist a kick that sent him sprawling to the door of the
room that he said will teach. You to make game of a poor man
with a large family, you scoundrel.
What? You won't go, won't you?
The. The artist shot out at the door
like lightning, and flew down the stairs as though the devil
himself was at his heels. Todd carefully closed the door
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again, and fastened it by the little bolt that was upon it.
A strange expression was upon the countenance of John Mundell.
His face looked perfectly convulsed, and he slowly rose
from the chair. Todd placed one of his huge
hands upon his breast and pushedhim back.
Again, what's the matter? Said Todd.
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He he knows you. Well, the pompadour.
Colored coat, I recollect. I recollect the pompadour
colored coat. And I thought I knew your face.
There was something, too, about your voice that haunted me.
Like the? Remembrance of a dream.
You. You are.
What? Help.
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Help. Tell me if I'd be mad, or if you
were a Duke in the disguise of aBarber or a Barber in the
likeness of a Duke. That pompadour colored coat, It
sticks. It sticks in my throat.
I wish it did. Growled Todd.
What do you mean? Mr. Mondell, pray express
yourself. What do you mean?
By these incoherent expressions.Are you human?
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Dear me, I hope so. Really, Sir, you look quite
wild. Stop, stop, Let me think.
The face, the voice, the pompadour coat, the costume fit
for a Duke. It must be so.
Man or devil, I grapple with you.
For you have got my pearls and my money, my 8000 lbs, my gold.
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That I have lived, That I have toiled for, That I've schemed
and cheated to keep up, That I have shut my eyes to all sights
for and my heart to all tender. You have my money and I will
denounce you. Stop, Said Todd.
The usurer paused in what he wassaying, but he still glared at
Todd fiercely, and his eyes protruded from their.
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Orbits while the muscles. Of his mouth worked as though he
were still trying to utter audible sounds, but by some
power was denied the capacity toutter them.
You say you have lost pearls. Yes, yes, Orient pearls.
Todd dived his hand into the breast of his apparel and
produced the string of pearls. He held them before the ravished
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and dazzled eyes of John Mundell, as he said.
Were they like these? With a cry of joy, Mundell
grasped at the pearls. Tears of gratified avarice
gushed from his eyes. My own, my own pearls, my
beautiful pearls. Oh, pleasant chance, my pearls
back again. Ha, echoed Todd as he stepped
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behind the chair on which John Mundell was sitting.
With his left hand he took one vigorous grasp of the remaining
hair upon the head of the usurerand forced his back against the
chair. In another instant there was a
sickening gushing sound. Todd.
With the razor he. Held in his right hand head.
Nearly cut. John Mundell's head off.
Then he held him by the hair. Gasp, gasp gasp bubble.
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Gasp, gasp bubble. Goggle, goggle.
A slight convulsive movement of the.
Lashes. And the eyes set and became
opaquely dim. The warm blood still bubbled,
but John Mundell was dead. Todd picked up the pearls and
carefully replaced them in his bosom again.
How many strange events, he said, hang upon these baubles?
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It's only one more. A dirty job, rather, But
business is business. He stood in the room, as silent
as a statue, and listened intently.
Not the slightest sound indicative of the proximity of
anyone came upon his ears. He felt quite convinced that the
deed of blood had been done in perfect secrecy.
But then there he was. Who but he could be accused?
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There he stood, the self convicted murderer.
Had he not done the deed with the weapon of his handicraft
that he had brought to the house?
How was Todd to escape the seemingly inevitable cold
blooded murder? We shall see.
Huddled up in the chair was the dead body.
Mundell had not fallen out of the capacious easy seat in which
he sat. When he breathed his last, the
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blood rolled to the floor where it lay in a steaming mass.
Todd was careful, very careful, not to tread in it, and he
looked down at his garments to see if there were any telltale
spots of gore. But standing behind the chair to
do the deed as he had done, he had been saved from anything of
the sort. There he stood, externally
spotless, like many a seeming and smirking Sinner in this
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world. But oh, how blackened, stained
within. Humph said Todd.
John Mundell was half distractedby a heavy loss.
He was ill, and his mind was evidently affected.
He could not even shave himself.Oh, it is quite evident that
John Mundell unable to bear. His miseries real or?
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Ideal any longer? In a fit of partial insanity,
cut his own throat. Yes, that will do.
Todd still kept the razor in hisgrasp.
What is he going to do? Murder again the murdered?
Is he afraid that a man with 20.Murders on his head.
Will jostle him from his perilous pinnacle of guilty
safety. No, He takes one of the clammy
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dead hands in his own, clasps, the half rigid fingers over the
handle of the razor, and then heholds them until in the course
of a minute or two they have assumed the grasp he wishes.
And the razor with which he, Todd, did the deed of blood is
held listlessly, but most significantly, in the hand of
the dead. That will do, said.
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Todd. The door has reached and
unfastened, and the Barber slipsout of the room.
He closes the door again upon the fetid, hot aroma of the
blood that is in there, fresh from the veins of a human being
like himself. No, no, not like himself.
No one could be like Sweeney Todd.
He is a being of his own species, distinct alone, an
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incarnation of evil. Todd was in no particular hurry
to descend the stairs. He gained the passage with
tolerable deliberation, and thenhe heard voices in the parlour.
Oh. What a man you are.
Said Missus Blisset. Oh my dear I.
Am indeed, who would not be a man?
For your sake. As for Mr. Blissett, I don't
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think him with attention. Nor do I.
Said the lady, snapping her fingers.
I don't value him that. The.
Poor mean. Spirited Wretch.
He's not to be compared to you. Captain.
I should think not, my love. Have you got any change in your
pocket? Yes, yes, I think I have about.
7 shillings or so. Well, that will do.
Much obliged to you, Madam. I mean my dear Missus B or.
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If you would but. Smother bless it.
That I might have the joy of making you.
Missus Captain Coggan. What a happy man I should be.
Todd tapped out the door. What was that?
Cried the captain in alarm. Is it Blisset?
No, Captain, No, no. I should like to see.
Him interrupt me, indeed a pretty thing that I cannot.
Do what I. Like in the house that I keep
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come in. Todd just opened the door far
enough to introduce his hideous head, and having done so, stared
at the pair with such a selection of frightful
physiognomical changes that theyboth sat transfixed with horror.
At length, Todd broke the silence by saying he's.
Frightfully nervous. What?
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Who? Gasped the captain.
What? Repeated Missus Blissett.
What's his name upstairs that I was sent for to shave just now?
What Mr. Bundell Oh poor man, hehas been in a very nervous state
ever since he has been here. He constantly talks of a heavy
loss he has had. Yes, said Todd.
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I suppose he means you to pay me.
Me. Yes, ma'am, He says he is too
nervous and excited for me to shave him just now, but he has
borrowed a razor from me and he says he will shave himself in
the course of an hour or so and send it back to me.
Oh. Very well, your money will be
sent with. The razor no doubt, for although
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Mr. Mundell is so continually talking of his.
Losses. They tell me he is as rich as a.
Jew. Thank you, Madam.
Good morning, Sir. The captain cast a supercilious
glance upon Todd, but did not deign to make the remotest reply
to the mock civility with which she was bidden.
Good morning. No one stands so much upon his
dignity as he whose title to anyat all is exceedingly doubtful.
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The female heart, however, is mollified by devotion, and
Missus Blissett returned the idea of Todd.
When he got into the passage he uttered one of his extraordinary
laughs, and then, opening the street door, he let himself out.
God by no means hurried back to Fleet Street, but as he walked
along, he now and then shrugged his shoulders and shook his huge
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hands, which, to those acquainted with his
peculiarities, would have been sufficient indications of the
fact that he was enjoying himself greatly.
At length he spoke so. So.
What a Providence we have, afterall, watching over us.
The moment I am in any real. Danger as regards the.
String of pearls, Upstart, some circumstances that enable me to
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ward it off well, well, someday.I almost.
Think I shall turn. Religious and build a church and
endow it. Prog was so tackled at the idea
of his building a church and endowing it that he stopped at
the corner of Milford Lane to enjoy an unusual amount of
laughter, and as he did so, he saw none other than Missus Rag
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coming slowly toward him. Aha, he said.
Tobias's mother, the mother of the Tobias that was.
I will avoid her. He darted on and was through the
Temple Bar before Misses Rag could make up her mind which way
to run for run she fully intended to do when she saw Todd
standing at the corner of Milford Lane.
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But she had no occasion for hurrying from him as he walked
in the direction of his shop as speedily as possible, although
he was perfectly. Satisfied with the clever manner
in which. He had ridded himself of the
usurer who probably might have been a source of annoyance to
him and to might eventually havebeen the means of bringing him
to justice. He thought that he might be
losing opportunities of making more victims for the
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accumulation of his ill. Gotten wealth?
That was a gnarly. Scene.
A clever dodge, really, claimingthat Mundell had borrowed his
razor. You think you'll get away with
it? We'll be finding out funny.
We've had rather a run of razor related crime stories on the
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show lately. We recently had the terrible
tidbit of the day. From Dickens.
Dreadful. Almanac in which a woman
supposedly committed suicide by slicing her tummy open with her
husband's razor. It's very hard to believe
anybody bought that story. But also there was the girl
whose fiance cut her throat on the morning of her wedding day.
And last Thursday's broadsheet ballad.
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Reading. It makes you wonder how many
lives the invention of the safety razor has saved over the
last 100 years or so, doesn't it?
Well, in the next chapter we're going to change scenes, and as
night falls, we'll see Sir Richard slipping into Missus
Lovett's pie shop to look for evidence.
But suddenly he's startled by the appearance of Missus Lovett
herself in her 90, with a candlein her hand, but with her eyes
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shut tight, she's. Sleepwalking.
Will she wake? Up and notice the intruder.
Will he hear? The secrets that she.
Keeps when she's talking in her sleep.
We shall see. All right, now, if you're just
here for the penny dreadful and would rather not subject
yourself to any Victorian salaciousness, feel free to.
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Skip ahead to the next podcast in your queue.
We are now getting to the explicit parts, but if you're
interested in the body drinking.Songs, risque anecdotes, and.
Dirty jokes of 1840s life stick around.
I'm going to start off by turning to our most reliable.
Source of salacious. Songs and naughty bits.
References and other spicy fare.Via one of the great old
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informal evening song. Books.
This particular one is called the Bang Up Songster, a famous.
Collection of flashy fancy. Frisky amatory and clamatory
staves never before printed and adopted for gentlemen only.
I don't know what clamatory means.
I suppose I should look it up, but I'm kind of enjoying my
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ignorance right now, so maybe I'll look it up later.
This song book was published in 1834 by West.
West of Witch St. And collected in a four volume
collection titled Body Songs of the Romantic Period by a team
of. Editors at Pickering.
And shadow. Publishers in 2000. 11 it's
still in print, so if you're enjoying these, you should
totally get a copy for yourself.Before we start, I am compelled
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to really earn that explicit. Tag on this episode.
By defining a term. In the Victorian age, female
naughty bits were not yet calledpussies.
Pussy was a common short term for Priscilla, which is probably
how it got. Turned into a slang term for
vulvus. Kind of like.
Dick and Johnson did on the other side of the great divide
with penises, but. Back in 1833 the word was cunny
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cunt. Was also in use.
But reading between the lines, it seems they preferred cunny
when trying to titillate. Apparently it was a.
Little softer and I. Don't know sexier Sexy is not
the word, but you get the idea. It's different somehow less.
Hard. And by the way, if you have a
bit of a dirty mind tonight, you've probably already
recognized Connie from the term cunnilingus, which is still in
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use today, and most likely for some.
Of you scamps tonight. But did I say that?
Out loud. Why the entomological rant about
naughty bits, you may ask? Well, you're going to have.
To know what a Connie is to get this one.
So with that. Introduction Let's get to it.
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This song is called. The Squires Thingamabob and.
Kiddies whatchamacallit an. Entire new amorous song to the
tune of Bow Wow Wow. In this song, the last word of
each one of these stanzas is replaced with either
whatchamacallit or thingamabob you're supposed to figure.
Out what the word is, of course,by what it rhymes with.
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I don't want to say thingamabob and whatchamacallit a million
times. Tonight, so I'm going to use
sound effects to do the same thing.
One day as Squire Ticklecock. Was in the Meadow straying, he
met with little Kitty who was sport of Leah playing.
But as she was running down the hill.
You'll say Twas rather. Funny, her foot had slipped, and
down she fell, and he beheld herin haste.
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He ran to help her up. And standing there quite mute,
he. Gaped with many a burning
thought upon her, lustrous. Beauty.
He pressed her cheek. He felt her.
Breast. It did not seem to.
Shock her so getting bolder fromthe same way he pulled out his
they walked together or the fields and coming to a Grove.
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The Squire ventured in. Good.
Terms to tell to. Her his love, says He.
My darling Angel, your charms have really struck me, Boss
Squire, says she. I plainly see that you're
inclined to fuck now. Kitty, when she said the same,
she. Blushed like any rose, but the
throbbing of her bosom did her willingness disclose so without
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more to do egad upon the grass. She falls and while the.
Squire, her boobies pressed. She also felt his they neither
of them lost much time in. Talking or in courting?
But soon, within each other's arms, they were amorously.
Sporting the. Squire was young and handsome
and a proper cunning joker, and so without more bother why he
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began to such pressing and caressing and kissing without
measure. Says Kitty, Oh, I'm fainting, I
shall surely die with pleasure. But all the Squire could utter
was, Oh, dear me, Alas. He pressed her closer to him,
and she heaved up her so Damsels, if you'd pleasure find.
Oh, do not be afraid now. Remember, there is nothing so
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disgusting as a maid now withoutthe suites of luxury no damsel
should be. Stuck.
And in spite of all that folks may say, there's.
Nothing like a. Well, alrighty then.
This next one is a little. Less explicit.
It comes from the Corinthian, anextensive collection of flash
songs, slang, ditties, and rum. Chants published in 1830.
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Three by Jay Duncan of Holborn, London.
Same publisher as the female pawnbroker song from last week.
What it Lacks in sex. Scenes though it.
Makes up for in general debauchery, and Flash can't.
In fact, there's. So much flash.
In here that I've included abouta line by line glossary of the
flash terms. At the end of.
The show notes this week. Here we go.
The song is called Rum Old Mog, a very celebrated.
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Flash song Rum. Old Mog was a leery flash.
Mot and she was plump and fat with.
Twangs in her shoes and a wheelbarrow too, and an oil skin
round her hat. A bluebird's eye decked her
dairy's. Fine as she mizzled.
Through Temple Bar, of which side of the way I cannot say,
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but she boned it from a tar mall's flash.
Man was a chick. Lane Cove and he guarded a low
his knee and was three times lagged and very.
Near scragged but escaped it by going to sea with his click.
In his fib and his ranting out, and his very prime Tater's cry
for the Cove of the Ken he valued not as he'd Ridge.
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Within his clie. On a donkey they rode to a cock
and hen club at the sign of the mare and stallion then sure such
a squad was near to be had as mall.
And her flash companions. But Moll being down to some
loving stuff. Between her flash man and Paul
Sly. She peeled off her togs.
When when in her buff she blacked the coves's eye.
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But a milling Cove. A friend of Paul's tipped Moll's
fancy. Man a blau which soon knocked up
a general fight. Oh Lord, what a gallows row.
Some had eyes blacked, some noses cracked and some had
broken bones, but the row being over, they lushed in Clover.
Then staggered to their homes. Like I said, lots.
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Of flash terms in there. Check out the show notes to
brush them up. Well, you know what that about
wraps up tonight's show, I do hope.
You'll join us again 2 days fromtoday.
For the Hate Me Horrid Half Hourshow, which comes out every
Thursday night, it'll be horrid all right.
If Teupany Terrible Tuesday sometimes gets an explicit
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content tag, Hate Me Horrid Hersday usually comes with a
trigger warning. In it, we'll hear all about a
sailor's grisly revenge upon a shark that killed his friend by
the. Charming expediency of biting.
Him in half. And we'll get a.
Detailed inventory of punitive hand.
Amputations in English. History and sundry other
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sunshiny delights that'll be coming your way. 2 evenings.
Hence, on Thursday night at Dick.
Turpin scragging hour. 5:37 PM. That's 1737 military time.
By the way, there won't be any chapter.
Readings in Thursday's episode that will change.
Starting next week, but Thursdayis just terrific.
Register. Stuff.
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So if you. Don't want your mirror neurons
trespassed upon feel? Free to jump over.
It and you won't miss any of thestories before we share it off.
As usual, we've got one or two dorky old early Victorian.
Dad jokes to share courtesy of. Joe Miller's Jests or the Widths
Vade Meekum. Most famous?
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Collection of alleged wisecracksof the early 18.
Hundreds. Call it a palette.
Cleanser because you know. Admit it, those supper club.
Songs were pretty dirty. Funny, sure, but you know the.
Sooner we wrap this up, the sooner we can get in the.
Shower right? Here we go.
One of the Afrasid. Gentlemen, as was his.
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Custom preaching most exceedingly.
Dull to a congregation not used to him, many of them.
Slunk out of the church, 1 afterthe other.
Before the sermon was near endedtruly.
Said a gentleman present. This learned doctor has made a.
Very moving discourse. Sir William.
Davinant the poet had no nose, which going along the muse.
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One day a beggar woman followed him crying.
Oh God, preserve your eyesight. Sir, the Lord, preserve your
eyesight. Why, my good woman?
Said he. Why do you pray so much for my
eyesight? Oh dear, Sir.
Answered the woman. If it should please God that you
grow dim. Sighted, you have no place to
hang your. Spectacles on.
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Thanks again for joining us thisevening.
Our theme music is a version of Golden Slippers A.
Minstrel show song. Written by James A.
Bland in 1879, this. Version is by Seattle old Time
band $4.00 shoe. For more of their music just
Google $4.00 shoe. It'll pop right up.
No matter how you spell it, the Penny Dreadful Hour podcast is
a. Creation of pulp lit productions
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for more. Detailsseepulp-lit.com or to get
in touch with me, hit me up at finn@pulp-lit.com.
Thanks again for joining me me Pippins.
It's time now for us to bolt themoon before the beaks get.
Wise for the penny. Dreadful variety show.
I'm Finn. JD John.
Signing off and now go out thereand fill out the rest of the
week with all. That is the tippy.
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Bye now.
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