A half-hour- long Tuesday Twopenny Terrible Minisode IN WHICH —
0:03:00: ARTICLE from the TERRIFIC REGISTER, Page 12:
- We hear of a Scottish nobleman who's gifted with the Second Sight, whose friends appear before him immediately after death ...
0:07:10: SPRING-HEEL'D JACK, Ch. 15:
- At the small boat, two rough sailors take Ellen Folder from Jack and invite him to climb aboard after them and join them in a glass of grog. Instead, Jack swims back to the barge to retrieve his cloak. There is no sign of the barge guard and Jack hopes he has not drowned.
- Then he is hailed by a trio of river police. They of course are eager to arrest him! Will they succeed? There are three of them and he has been swimming around all night! We shall see …
PLUS —
- Learn the meaning of "strike-me-dead," "red tape," and a few other words of highway-robber slang, and ...
- A thieves' song (so we are told) about the "New Dancing Academy," the treadmill installed at Brixton Prison in 1818.
Join host Finn J.D. John. for a one-hour-long spree through the scandal-sheets and story papers of old London! Grab a flicker of blue ruin, unload your stumps, and let's go!
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A tip top Tuesday evening to allyou Angelics, ale drapers 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. Tupany Terrible Tuesday is 1/2
hour presentation to tide you over till next Sunday and to
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speed things along a bit so thatit doesn't take more than two
weeks to get the next chapter ofyour favorite dreadful.
It's a work night in IT, so maybe go easy on the Blue Ruin
tonight. Maybe pour yourself 1/2 a pint
of Strike Me Dead or a little flicker of hot red tape to take
the chill off and sit back and smile.
A booster shot dose of penny dreadful goodness is coming your
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way right now. Well, here is what we've got in
store for tonight. First we'll have a little
something from the terrific register that fabulous little
scandal sheet we've been directing from, and then it's on
to Chapter 15 of Spring Heeled Jack the Terror of London by
Alfred Coats from 1866, in which.
At the small boat, 2 rough sailors take Ellen folder from
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Jack and invite him to climb a board after them to join them in
a glass of grog. Instead, Jack swims back to the
barge to retrieve his cloak. There's no.
Sign of the. Barge guard Jack hopes he hasn't
drowned. Then he is hailed by a trio of
river police. They, of course, are eager to
arrest him. Will they succeed?
There are three of them. He's been swimming around all
night. He's pretty tired, but well, he
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is Spring Heeled Jack, so we'll find out in just a minute here.
Finally, we're going to have a song or two from one of the many
collections of drinking, thieving and how do I put this
Sinning songs which our favoritehistorical period abounded with.
So let's get to it before I get started.
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Back to the show. Before we get into the day's
dreadful, let's have an appetizer from the terrific
Register from 1825. Here we go Extraordinary
instance of second sight a gentleman connected with the
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family of doctor ferriar, an officer in the army and
certainly addicted to no superstition, was quartered
early in life in the middle of the last century near the castle
of a gentleman in the north of. Scotland who was?
Supposed to possess the second sight, strange rumors were
afloat respecting the old Chieftain.
He had spoken to an apparition which ran along the battlements
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of the house, and had never beencheerful again afterwards.
His prophetic vision excited surprise even in that region of
credulity, and retired habits favored the popular opinion.
One day, while the officer was reading a play to the ladies of
the family, the chief, who had been walking across the room,
stopped suddenly and assumed thelook of a seer.
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He rang the bell, ordered a groom to saddle a horse, and
proceed immediately to a seat inthe neighborhood, and to inquire
after the health of Lady Blank if the account were favourable.
He then directed him to call it another castle, and ask after
another lady, whom he named. The reader immediately closed
his book, and declared that he would not proceed till these
abrupt orders were explained, ashe was very confident they were
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produced by the second sight. The chief was very unwilling to
explain himself, but at length he owned that the door had
appeared to open, and that a little woman without a head had
entered the room. That the apparition indicated
the sudden death of some person of his acquaintance, and the
only two persons who resembled the figure were those ladies
after whose health he had sent to inquire.
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A few hours afterward, the servant returned with an account
that one of the ladies had died.Of an apoplectic.
Fit about the time when the vision appeared.
At another time the chief was confined to his bed by
indisposition, and my friend wasreading to him in a stormy
winter night, while the fishing boat belonging to the castle was
at sea. The old gentleman repeatedly
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expressed much anxiety respecting his people, and he
last exclaimed. My boat is lost.
The Colonel replied. How do you know it, Sir?
He answered. I see two of the boatmen
bringing in the third drowned, all dripping wet.
And laying. Him down close beside your
chair. The chair was shifted with great
precipitation. In the course of the night the
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fisherman returned with the corpse of one of the boatmen.
And now it is time for Chapter 15 of Spring Heeled Jack.
Tonight's first Flash Academy vocabulary word is Strike me
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Dead. Maybe pull yourself 1/2 a pint.
Of Strike Me Dead or a little flicker of hot red tape to take
the chill off. Yep, I pinched the terms from
the intro. Since these tupany terribles
only have one chapter in each, Ithought I could probably get
away with that. So give it a shot.
After the story, you'll find outif you were right.
Now here's where we are. Last week in Chapter 14 of
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Spring Hill Jack, we cut away from the scene of Jack rescuing
the ballet girl. And return to the.
Scene of Spring Hill Jack plunging into the dark, filthy
waters of the Thames in a quest to save poor Ellen Folder from
the consequences for her rash act.
He came to the surface and foundthe tidal current very fierce
and struck out in search of the girl.
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He saw her about to get sucked under a barge that was moored in
the stream, but he reached here a moment too late and to avoid
getting sucked under the barge himself, he grabbed the barge
and climbed aboard. Then hearing Ellen calling, he
hurried to the other side. But there was a guard on the
barge who thought he was a thiefand rose up and was terrified by
the mask that Jack was wearing, and fell into the water.
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Up the guard popped with Ellen clinging to him, and just as
Jack was about to save both of them, he shook her off.
Jack, frustrated, punched him and jumped in after Ellen.
He reached her finally, but the current carried them both
downstream, and finally Jack sawa small boat tied to a Collier,
which he caught and hauled himself and his insensible birth
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in both aboard safe or are they?Well, you shall hear in today's
episode. I know usually this author cuts.
Away at the exciting moments, but that doesn't happen this
time. Chapter 15.
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Jack and the River Police. The capture and escape.
Discomfiture of the officer while supporting himself and
Ellen folder by. Clinging to the boat A.
Sudden ray of light flashed across Jack's eyes, and a gruff.
Voice saluted his ears. The holy there who the devil are
you? Jack cast his eyes upwards.
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And by the light of a Lantern held over the.
Stern of the. Vessel he perceived a.
Bronzed and bearded face lookingdown upon him.
Bear a hand here, said Jack. I have a woman.
Half dead in my. Arms and the strength of the
current will not let me reach the shore with her.
Hold on a bit, I'll be by your side and a jiffy.
All right, you sleepy lobber, Come and hold the Lantern and
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throw a glim over her side. He added.
Turning his head and addressing someone on board.
What are you after now? Cried a sleepy voice.
Come and see. Was the short answer of the man.
The next moment, another bronze featured man was looking over
the. Stern of the vessel.
A bloke. He said.
Taking the Lantern from the other's hand.
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Chuck him a rope, I suppose he'sbeen after nailing something in
the pool and got a ducking for his pains.
Don't let go of it, though, for these fellows would pinch a
copper nail out of a keel, the wirements home up and give him a
taste of the cable on his back, and then Chuck him overboard
again. Thank you, said Jack inwardly.
I won't forget your kind intentions, my friend.
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Close your mug. Said the other, clambering over
the stern of the vessel and dropping onto the boat.
This. Fellow ain't a land.
Pirate. Turn the glim around, will you
Jerry? Let's see how to ease him of the
gal. A gal.
Cried the man above. Who's?
So there he is. Why?
What's up? Bare hand and the girl will be
saved. Said the other, as he leaned
over the boat and seized Ellen in his strong arms.
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Then, without paying any heed toJack, he held her drooping form
till Jerry succeeded in graspingit, having laid the Lantern
down, and then with a sudden jerk, lifted her over onto the
deck of the little vessel. Pull yourself up mate.
Said the man in the boat. And we'll.
Give you a glass of grog to keepthe cold out of you.
There's nothing like getting wetinside when you're wet out.
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Pull yourself up, old fellow. There's a rope hanging over the
stern. And catching at a tarred rope
that dangled from the stern. Of the ship.
He swung himself up and stood beside his companion and
messmate. Take her down below.
Jerry, he said. And pour about half.
A pint of. Rum down her throat, she'll soon
come to. Then we'll put her to rights.
Said Jerry, bearing her away from the gaze of Jack.
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Meanwhile our hero remained clinging to the side of the
boat. No further notice was taken of
him. He was left.
To shift for himself while the two men went down into the cabin
to look after Ellen. Pull myself up by the rope,
muttered Jack. That's what I'm to do.
Is it all right? But now I'm relieved of my
burden and somewhat refreshed. I think I'll take a stroke or
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two and return to the barge for my cloak.
The poor girl will be all right though.
She has two rough nurses. I'd rather trust her with them
than your mealy mouthed snobs. Let me look around and take my
bearings, all right. I shall know the ship again by
the colour of her hull. Instead of taking advantage of
the rope hanging over the. Stern of the vessel.
He let go his hold of the boat, and struck out at once for the
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barge. The tide, which was now upon the
turn, offered no resistance to his exertions, and he made good
speed toward the object of his labours.
A few minutes brought him alongside the barge.
Taking advantage of the cable bywhich she was moored.
He drew himself up onto the black mass of woodwork and ran
along the side of the half filled rooms till he arrived at
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the spot where his cloaks still lay, soaking wet as it.
Was he? Took it up and flung it around
his shoulders, and then rolled it up and fastened it around his
neck so that it should not impede his movements.
This accomplished, he looked around for the poor fellow who
had fallen overboard. He was nowhere.
To be seen. Jack was the only occupant of
the barge. I hope the poor fellow has not
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sank, he said. I gave him a blow which sent him
down in my indignation at his conduct, but I had no intention
of destroying him. Jack felt some little
compunction at what he had done.Now for that ship, he said.
I must not leave that girl, though I doubt not she will be
well cared for. The tide is on the turn.
I can reach the vessel in a few minutes.
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I won't forget that fellow, though, who suggested the ropes
end on my back. Oh, oh, Oh no.
He was about. To leap off the barge into the
water when a boat, which he had not seen before, pulled up close
alongside the barge. Hello Sir, who are?
You asked a voice. Jack looked down from the barge,
but replied not. Who are you?
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What's that to you? Asked Jack, annoyed at the
questioner's tones. We'll soon show you.
Come on, then. Jack dropped his cloak.
He put on his mask. Here's a chance for a lark, he
said. The men in the.
Boat 3IN number. Pulled up alongside the barge,
shipped their oars and two instantly scrambled up onto the
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vessel, leaving 1:00 to look after the boat.
You must give an. Account of yourself, said one of
the men, placing his hand on Jack's shoulder, our hero having
turned his back to them as they got upon the barge.
Indeed, said Jack, turning quickly.
The man started back and stood glaring upon him in the faint
Starlight of the night. The surprise?
If not. Terror was very great for the
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moment. But recovering the sudden shock,
one of the men again placed his hand on Jack's arm.
Who are you? He asked.
Bring healed Jack. Answered his companion as the
idea struck him. Spring hailed.
Jack echoed the other, releasinghis hold of Jack's arm and then
added quickly. You're wanted.
Am I? Said Jack, preparing for a
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spring. You are old fellow.
What the land police haven't been able to do, the river
police will. What's that?
Arrest you? As he spoke, he made a dart
forward. Jack quickly stepped on one side
and the man pitched head. First into the nearly.
Empty center room of the barge. Seize him, Mary.
Don't let him escape, shouted the man as he scrambled to his
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feet. Murray essayed to.
Obey this order. But Jack dealt him a blow in the
face, which sent him after his companion.
Well, you see, the water rats cannot do any more than the land
rats, after all, said Jack, addressing the two men who were
groping about the sides of the room for hand and footholds to
get out of their unpleasant position.
This they had little difficulty in finding, and the man whom
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Jack had struck, and who had been called Murray by his
companion, commenced clambering up.
As his head appeared above the deck, Jack placed his foot upon
it and pushed him back so suddenly that he fell upon his
companion, and they both rolled over each other on the floor of
the barge. While Jack stood laughing and
looking down on them, he felt himself suddenly seized from
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behind, and his arms securely pinned to his sides.
So firmly was he held that he felt his capture had at last
mean affected his attention. Being occupied by those in the
room of the barge, he had not for a moment thought the third
officer would attempt to leave the boat and come to his
companion's aid. But so he had.
Hearing the scuffle and judging his companions required
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assistance, he had quickly fastened the boat to.
The cable of the. Barge and silently clambered up
onto the deck of the vessel and stolen behind the unsuspecting
Jack. It's all up with you now, Jack,
whispered the man in his ear. You are too sensible.
A fellow to offer resistance where it.
Would be of no avail. You will have a fine ride in the
river in our company tonight. Now then, Murray.
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Come on, Slipper. I've gotten the rights.
Hold him tight. Said Murray.
Hurrah, cried Slipper. Curse the fellow.
He's knocked the bark off my shins.
You'll have your. Revenge, said the man who held
our hero. Look sharp.
Oh oh. Roared Murray in a sharp,
painful tone as he suddenly slipped down again to the bottom
of the room. Jack laughed loudly, but made no
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attempt to release himself from the hold of his captor.
Damn it, cried Slipper. Pull him.
Back, Benson. Pull him backwards.
The devil's crushing my fingers with his boots.
If Jack's arms were secured, hislegs were not, and feeling that
if the two men in the barge roomgot out, all hope of his escape
was gone. The moment they placed their
hands on the top of the room to assist them up, he planted his
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foot upon their fingers and caused them to fall back with a
cry of pain. Benson pulled him backwards on
the instant, a feat that he was unable to accomplish with ease.
4 Secured as his arms were, Jackcould not resist the act.
No pull up. Cried Benson.
Don't try that dodge again. Jack Rice shall be compelled to
kick your legs to keep you. Quiet, thank you kindly,
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exclaimed Jack for the suggestion.
Suddenly kicking out behind Jackdealt such a blow upon the
officer's right shin with the heel of his boot that the man
released his hold of Jack's armsin an instant.
Jack turned, sees the. Man by the.
Throat, and swinging him around so suddenly that he was
powerless to offer any resistance, hurled him over the
side of the barge into the room beside his companions.
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Now, said Jack, if you want to lodge me in jail, you'll have to
swim for your object. And goodnight, my friends, I
regret that you will have to remain prisoners on board this
barge till daylight. The tables have turned, you see.
Goodnight. He sprang off the barge.
Into the boat and. Hastily slipping, its fastening,
seized an oar and pushed the little bark away from the vessel
on which the officers now stood,looking at each other in silent
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chagrin. Laughed Jack as.
He dropped the oars. Into the water and bent his body
to the stroke. Come on, my fine fellows, What 3
of you permit one man to escape?For shame the world will laugh
at you tomorrow, as I do tonight.
Bring back the boat. Jack Cried Benson.
We'll let you go. Thank you my friend, but I'm not
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a bird to be caught by that chaffa.
Ho ho, no. Upon my soul we will.
Cried Slipper. I prefer to trust to myself.
You will be prosecuted for robbery as well as resistance to
the law if you take. That boat away, cried Benson.
Very likely if they catch me, said Jack.
But you will find the boat safely moored at one of the
wharfs tomorrow, Jack, Cried Benson.
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Hello my friend. Don't be a fool, come back, we
shall get into trouble. When this affair is known, serve
you right, said Jack. Think of the loss of our births,
of our wives and children. Said Slipper very sorry for
them, but I can't help it, Said Jack Hark you, you will find
your boat in the morning and a £5 note in it.
Perhaps I must make use of it now and will pay for its hire.
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If you keep your own mouths closed nobody will know what 3
confounded fools you've been. I have no more time to waste.
So once more goodnight and pleasant thoughts to you and
your unpleasant position. Jack now bent to the.
Oars and the little. Vessel shot over the almost
smooth water like an arrow in the direction of the vessel on
board which Ellen Folder had been lifted by the two rough
sailors. He soon reached the ship and
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pulled up alongside its stern, where he fastened the boat
alongside the one to which he had clung with his insensible
burden. Then, seizing the rope that
hungover its side, he drew himself up onto the now deserted
deck. Well.
One thing I am finding interesting about this chapter
is we're seeing a certain sort of struggle happening with Jack.
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When the river police appear. He goes here's a chance for a
lark as he puts his mask on. This seems like the kind of
thing a Regency roysterer like Corinthian Tom or Jerry
Hawthorne or Bob Logic would indulge in.
I see in this chapter some definite echoes of that whole
late Regency world of naughty boy rich men indulging in blood
sports and drunken sprees and flooring the Charlies and
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running from the grabs. Invading the Sengile slum in
disguise. Because it's fun to hang out
with the beggars and cadgers butlooking at them like NPC's in a
video game rather than real people.
But we can clearly see how that philosophy ill fits the
situations our author is puttingJack into.
Jack almost seems like a throwback to an earlier time
when things were simpler becausenobody was really thinking about
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how awful life was for an underpaid seamstress or poor
fallen woman unless you were oneof those.
But here now he and he was trying to use his sprees for
good rather than evil. And every now and then he gets a
chance to do the kind of thing that used to be Corinthian Tom's
delight on a hard drinking night, triumphing over at a
vicious policeman or getting revenge on someone who tried to
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catch him or pop the pistol off at him.
But somehow it wasn't being fun like it used to be.
Nor do the Charlie's now consentto being quietly boxed.
Do they? The policeman he triumphs over
in this chapter beg him for mercy in the name of the
families that depend on them, and he agrees to slip A5 spot
under the Thorpe when he's done with their boat.
Would Corinthian Tom have done that after boxing at Charlie on
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Drury Lane? I don't think he would.
I know this is reading way more into this story than its depth
and quality seem to merit, but looking at Springhill Jack as a
sociological artifact, it seems to me.
It feels to me that the growing empathy of the Charles Dickens
era is harking back on the Flinthearted hedonism and swagger of
the late Regency and trying somehow to digest it to bridge
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the 2 worlds so that the soul stranded in the world view of
Tom and Jerry and logic can stepforward into the modern.
World. Well, I mean, it's a theory.
I guess we'll get to know more as we go along and see if
there's any validity to it. In the next chapter.
We cut back to the Libertine whom we saw badgering the poor
ballet girl 2 chapters ago. Now he's being upgraded by a
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very young woman, and we learnedthat this girl is his old fancy
piece, whom he ruined with the kind of Fair promises he's been
laying on the ballet dancer. Now he's ready to cast her aside
and move on to this new toy. She has a surprise for him and
he is not going to like it. What will he do about it?
Well, we shall see. Finally, let's get Professor
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Flash's official definition for our first vocabulary word.
Strike me dead. Maybe pull yourself 1/2 a?
Pint of Strike me Dead or a little flicker of alt red.
Type to type. Of a chill off.
Strike Me Dead is a term for small beer, meaning not that
it's a small amount of beer, buta more watery, less full
flavored kind of beer. Light beer if you will.
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Perfect to take the edge off of work night without getting
unduly slowed down for the following day.
And of course, a flicker of hot red tape is a glass of hot
Brandy and water with sugar stirred in.
Basically a hot toddy. Before we mizzle off, let's
visit The Poetry of the Age via one of the great old informal
Evening song books. This song lyric is from The True
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History of Tom and Jerry, or Dayand Night Scenes of Life in
London from the Start to the Finish by Charles Hindley,
published first in approximately1870.
It may have been a little earlier than that, actually.
There is no actual publication date on my copy.
This one appears on page 115. It's titled The Warning,
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supposed to have been sung by a cadger to his companions on his
return from the New Dancing Academy in Brixton.
I'll explain all the flash references at the end of it.
The tune is something called BowWow Etcetera which I have been
unable to track down so I won't be able to sing it for you,
thank goodness, but here it goes.
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Yo cadgers, all both great and small attend to what I say, says
all prigging. Stow where you will go where I
come from today, says as down the strand A gent so grand was
strutting mighty fine, says as anchorcher hung out so far a
really thought twas mine, says amade a grab.
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He did me nab to quad. I quit was taken the magistrate
he sat in state. I trembled for my bacon
evidence, or oh, what a bore hiseyes on me Fixed on, says he to
me. Go have a spree at the Treading
Mill at Brixton. Would I reach?
There a surly bear the steps he made me mount sirs from dirty
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Dick up to the kick via swellingblack leg count, says both I and
low they have a go. Oh tis a decent pill says they
step away and cry all day the devil type the mill says then
warning tight and keep awake. The traps are not asleep sirs
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they prole about to find us out like wolves do after shape says
my life all change. Don't think it's strange.
I'll work. That's what I will.
Says from day and night to keep away from the cursor treading,
Mills says. OK, I got Professor Flash to
translate all the Flash camp that was in that little poem and
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here's what he had to say. Tadgers are beggars and thieves.
Generally the lower orders of beggars and thieves to prig
means to steal so. All prigging.
Stow means quit stealing stuff. Quad is of course jail.
A blackleg is a crooked gambler,so maybe a blackleg count is
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count. Lerno traps are cops, and I
think that's it. By the way, if you really think
this is actually a song written by an actual crook, I've got a
bridge in Brooklyn with your name on it, so sign right here.
That concludes this short, Tupany Terrible Tuesday episode
of the weekly Penny Dreadful Variety show.
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I hope you will join me again this coming Sunday, same Spring
Hill time, same Spring Hill channel for our next full
episode of the Penny Dreadful Variety Hour next on the program
between Sunday's show and the next Tuesday's next tupany
terrible show, we. Shall have chapter.
Four of The Mysteries of London by George WM Reynolds from 1844.
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Chapter 16 of Varney the Vampireor The Feast of Blood by James
Malcolm Reimer from 1840. Five and Chapter 50. 4 of
Sweeney Todd, the Barber of Fleet Street or the string of.
Pearls by James. Malcolm Reimer again from 1846
in the mysteries of London. We cut away to Mr. Markham's
estate. That gentleman's two sons are
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talking. The elder Eugene has determined
to shake the dust of the family home from his feet, having
quarreled bitterly with his father, the other son, Richard.
Supported by their. Family Butler begs him to
reconsider. Will he or will he follow
through on his determination to vanish utterly from their lives?
In Varney, Charles Holland is trying to convince Flora to
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allow him to stay and support her despite her potential
incipient vampirism that she's worried she's coming down with.
He pleads his case in the summerhouse in the garden but soft.
Whose soft footfall is that approaching the summer house?
Could it be the vampire himself?In Sweeney Todd, the customer
who wants artificial hairdressedguides Todd to his lodging
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house, which his wife runs on the doorstep.
He learns the gentleman who needs this peruke dress is John
Mundell, the money lender Todd pawned the pearls off on for
8000 lbs. Sweeney Todd is in a tight spot
now. What will happen when he sees
Todd? Will he recognize in him the
ugly but elegant Duke who pawnedthose priceless but unsellable
pearls and then morrised off like a summer zephyr?
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What will happen if he does all that, plus more?
Flash can't words, horrifying tidbits from the terrific
Register and scandalous song lyrics and Cock and Hen Club
poetry are coming your way starting this coming Sunday at
Dick Turpin Scragging Hour, 5:37PM or 1737 military time.
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Our theme music is a version of Golden Slippers, A minstrel show
song written by James A Bland in1879.
This version is by Seattle old time band $4.00 Shoe.
For more of their music, say $4.00 shoe.com.
That is the number 4, the word dollar and the word shoe all
crammed together into one word in all lowercase.
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Penny Dreadful Variety Hour is aproduction of Pulp Lit
Productions. For more details, see
pulp-lit.com and to get in touchwith me, hit me up at
finn@pulp-lit.com. Thanks again for joining me, me
Nabs. It is time for us.
To Chevy off like. We were burning the can for the
Penny Dreadful variety hour. I'm Finn JD John signing off now
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fair 4th and fill up the rest ofthe week with all that is the
tippy Bye now.
A tip top Tuesday evening to allyou Angelics, ale drapers 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. Tupany Terrible Tuesday is 1/2
hour presentation to tide you over till next Sunday and to
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speed things along a bit so thatit doesn't take more than two
weeks to get the next chapter ofyour favorite dreadful.
It's a work night in IT, so maybe go easy on the Blue Ruin
tonight. Maybe pour yourself 1/2 a pint
of Strike Me Dead or a little flicker of hot red tape to take
the chill off and sit back and smile.
A booster shot dose of penny dreadful goodness is coming your
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way right now. Well, here is what we've got in
store for tonight. First we'll have a little
something from the terrific register that fabulous little
scandal sheet we've been directing from, and then it's on
to Chapter 15 of Spring Heeled Jack the Terror of London by
Alfred Coats from 1866, in which.
At the small boat, 2 rough sailors take Ellen folder from
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Jack and invite him to climb a board after them to join them in
a glass of grog. Instead, Jack swims back to the
barge to retrieve his cloak. There's no.
Sign of the. Barge guard Jack hopes he hasn't
drowned. Then he is hailed by a trio of
river police. They, of course, are eager to
arrest him. Will they succeed?
There are three of them. He's been swimming around all
night. He's pretty tired, but well, he
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is Spring Heeled Jack, so we'll find out in just a minute here.
Finally, we're going to have a song or two from one of the many
collections of drinking, thieving and how do I put this
Sinning songs which our favoritehistorical period abounded with.
So let's get to it before I get started.
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Back to the show. Before we get into the day's
dreadful, let's have an appetizer from the terrific
Register from 1825. Here we go Extraordinary
instance of second sight a gentleman connected with the
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family of doctor ferriar, an officer in the army and
certainly addicted to no superstition, was quartered
early in life in the middle of the last century near the castle
of a gentleman in the north of. Scotland who was?
Supposed to possess the second sight, strange rumors were
afloat respecting the old Chieftain.
He had spoken to an apparition which ran along the battlements
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of the house, and had never beencheerful again afterwards.
His prophetic vision excited surprise even in that region of
credulity, and retired habits favored the popular opinion.
One day, while the officer was reading a play to the ladies of
the family, the chief, who had been walking across the room,
stopped suddenly and assumed thelook of a seer.
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He rang the bell, ordered a groom to saddle a horse, and
proceed immediately to a seat inthe neighborhood, and to inquire
after the health of Lady Blank if the account were favourable.
He then directed him to call it another castle, and ask after
another lady, whom he named. The reader immediately closed
his book, and declared that he would not proceed till these
abrupt orders were explained, ashe was very confident they were
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produced by the second sight. The chief was very unwilling to
explain himself, but at length he owned that the door had
appeared to open, and that a little woman without a head had
entered the room. That the apparition indicated
the sudden death of some person of his acquaintance, and the
only two persons who resembled the figure were those ladies
after whose health he had sent to inquire.
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A few hours afterward, the servant returned with an account
that one of the ladies had died.Of an apoplectic.
Fit about the time when the vision appeared.
At another time the chief was confined to his bed by
indisposition, and my friend wasreading to him in a stormy
winter night, while the fishing boat belonging to the castle was
at sea. The old gentleman repeatedly
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expressed much anxiety respecting his people, and he
last exclaimed. My boat is lost.
The Colonel replied. How do you know it, Sir?
He answered. I see two of the boatmen
bringing in the third drowned, all dripping wet.
And laying. Him down close beside your
chair. The chair was shifted with great
precipitation. In the course of the night the
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fisherman returned with the corpse of one of the boatmen.
And now it is time for Chapter 15 of Spring Heeled Jack.
Tonight's first Flash Academy vocabulary word is Strike me
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Dead. Maybe pull yourself 1/2 a pint.
Of Strike Me Dead or a little flicker of hot red tape to take
the chill off. Yep, I pinched the terms from
the intro. Since these tupany terribles
only have one chapter in each, Ithought I could probably get
away with that. So give it a shot.
After the story, you'll find outif you were right.
Now here's where we are. Last week in Chapter 14 of
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Spring Hill Jack, we cut away from the scene of Jack rescuing
the ballet girl. And return to the.
Scene of Spring Hill Jack plunging into the dark, filthy
waters of the Thames in a quest to save poor Ellen Folder from
the consequences for her rash act.
He came to the surface and foundthe tidal current very fierce
and struck out in search of the girl.
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He saw her about to get sucked under a barge that was moored in
the stream, but he reached here a moment too late and to avoid
getting sucked under the barge himself, he grabbed the barge
and climbed aboard. Then hearing Ellen calling, he
hurried to the other side. But there was a guard on the
barge who thought he was a thiefand rose up and was terrified by
the mask that Jack was wearing, and fell into the water.
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Up the guard popped with Ellen clinging to him, and just as
Jack was about to save both of them, he shook her off.
Jack, frustrated, punched him and jumped in after Ellen.
He reached her finally, but the current carried them both
downstream, and finally Jack sawa small boat tied to a Collier,
which he caught and hauled himself and his insensible birth
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in both aboard safe or are they?Well, you shall hear in today's
episode. I know usually this author cuts.
Away at the exciting moments, but that doesn't happen this
time. Chapter 15.
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Jack and the River Police. The capture and escape.
Discomfiture of the officer while supporting himself and
Ellen folder by. Clinging to the boat A.
Sudden ray of light flashed across Jack's eyes, and a gruff.
Voice saluted his ears. The holy there who the devil are
you? Jack cast his eyes upwards.
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And by the light of a Lantern held over the.
Stern of the. Vessel he perceived a.
Bronzed and bearded face lookingdown upon him.
Bear a hand here, said Jack. I have a woman.
Half dead in my. Arms and the strength of the
current will not let me reach the shore with her.
Hold on a bit, I'll be by your side and a jiffy.
All right, you sleepy lobber, Come and hold the Lantern and
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throw a glim over her side. He added.
Turning his head and addressing someone on board.
What are you after now? Cried a sleepy voice.
Come and see. Was the short answer of the man.
The next moment, another bronze featured man was looking over
the. Stern of the vessel.
A bloke. He said.
Taking the Lantern from the other's hand.
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Chuck him a rope, I suppose he'sbeen after nailing something in
the pool and got a ducking for his pains.
Don't let go of it, though, for these fellows would pinch a
copper nail out of a keel, the wirements home up and give him a
taste of the cable on his back, and then Chuck him overboard
again. Thank you, said Jack inwardly.
I won't forget your kind intentions, my friend.
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Close your mug. Said the other, clambering over
the stern of the vessel and dropping onto the boat.
This. Fellow ain't a land.
Pirate. Turn the glim around, will you
Jerry? Let's see how to ease him of the
gal. A gal.
Cried the man above. Who's?
So there he is. Why?
What's up? Bare hand and the girl will be
saved. Said the other, as he leaned
over the boat and seized Ellen in his strong arms.
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Then, without paying any heed toJack, he held her drooping form
till Jerry succeeded in graspingit, having laid the Lantern
down, and then with a sudden jerk, lifted her over onto the
deck of the little vessel. Pull yourself up mate.
Said the man in the boat. And we'll.
Give you a glass of grog to keepthe cold out of you.
There's nothing like getting wetinside when you're wet out.
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Pull yourself up, old fellow. There's a rope hanging over the
stern. And catching at a tarred rope
that dangled from the stern. Of the ship.
He swung himself up and stood beside his companion and
messmate. Take her down below.
Jerry, he said. And pour about half.
A pint of. Rum down her throat, she'll soon
come to. Then we'll put her to rights.
Said Jerry, bearing her away from the gaze of Jack.
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Meanwhile our hero remained clinging to the side of the
boat. No further notice was taken of
him. He was left.
To shift for himself while the two men went down into the cabin
to look after Ellen. Pull myself up by the rope,
muttered Jack. That's what I'm to do.
Is it all right? But now I'm relieved of my
burden and somewhat refreshed. I think I'll take a stroke or
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two and return to the barge for my cloak.
The poor girl will be all right though.
She has two rough nurses. I'd rather trust her with them
than your mealy mouthed snobs. Let me look around and take my
bearings, all right. I shall know the ship again by
the colour of her hull. Instead of taking advantage of
the rope hanging over the. Stern of the vessel.
He let go his hold of the boat, and struck out at once for the
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barge. The tide, which was now upon the
turn, offered no resistance to his exertions, and he made good
speed toward the object of his labours.
A few minutes brought him alongside the barge.
Taking advantage of the cable bywhich she was moored.
He drew himself up onto the black mass of woodwork and ran
along the side of the half filled rooms till he arrived at
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the spot where his cloaks still lay, soaking wet as it.
Was he? Took it up and flung it around
his shoulders, and then rolled it up and fastened it around his
neck so that it should not impede his movements.
This accomplished, he looked around for the poor fellow who
had fallen overboard. He was nowhere.
To be seen. Jack was the only occupant of
the barge. I hope the poor fellow has not
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sank, he said. I gave him a blow which sent him
down in my indignation at his conduct, but I had no intention
of destroying him. Jack felt some little
compunction at what he had done.Now for that ship, he said.
I must not leave that girl, though I doubt not she will be
well cared for. The tide is on the turn.
I can reach the vessel in a few minutes.
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I won't forget that fellow, though, who suggested the ropes
end on my back. Oh, oh, Oh no.
He was about. To leap off the barge into the
water when a boat, which he had not seen before, pulled up close
alongside the barge. Hello Sir, who are?
You asked a voice. Jack looked down from the barge,
but replied not. Who are you?
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What's that to you? Asked Jack, annoyed at the
questioner's tones. We'll soon show you.
Come on, then. Jack dropped his cloak.
He put on his mask. Here's a chance for a lark, he
said. The men in the.
Boat 3IN number. Pulled up alongside the barge,
shipped their oars and two instantly scrambled up onto the
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vessel, leaving 1:00 to look after the boat.
You must give an. Account of yourself, said one of
the men, placing his hand on Jack's shoulder, our hero having
turned his back to them as they got upon the barge.
Indeed, said Jack, turning quickly.
The man started back and stood glaring upon him in the faint
Starlight of the night. The surprise?
If not. Terror was very great for the
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moment. But recovering the sudden shock,
one of the men again placed his hand on Jack's arm.
Who are you? He asked.
Bring healed Jack. Answered his companion as the
idea struck him. Spring hailed.
Jack echoed the other, releasinghis hold of Jack's arm and then
added quickly. You're wanted.
Am I? Said Jack, preparing for a
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spring. You are old fellow.
What the land police haven't been able to do, the river
police will. What's that?
Arrest you? As he spoke, he made a dart
forward. Jack quickly stepped on one side
and the man pitched head. First into the nearly.
Empty center room of the barge. Seize him, Mary.
Don't let him escape, shouted the man as he scrambled to his
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feet. Murray essayed to.
Obey this order. But Jack dealt him a blow in the
face, which sent him after his companion.
Well, you see, the water rats cannot do any more than the land
rats, after all, said Jack, addressing the two men who were
groping about the sides of the room for hand and footholds to
get out of their unpleasant position.
This they had little difficulty in finding, and the man whom
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Jack had struck, and who had been called Murray by his
companion, commenced clambering up.
As his head appeared above the deck, Jack placed his foot upon
it and pushed him back so suddenly that he fell upon his
companion, and they both rolled over each other on the floor of
the barge. While Jack stood laughing and
looking down on them, he felt himself suddenly seized from
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behind, and his arms securely pinned to his sides.
So firmly was he held that he felt his capture had at last
mean affected his attention. Being occupied by those in the
room of the barge, he had not for a moment thought the third
officer would attempt to leave the boat and come to his
companion's aid. But so he had.
Hearing the scuffle and judging his companions required
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assistance, he had quickly fastened the boat to.
The cable of the. Barge and silently clambered up
onto the deck of the vessel and stolen behind the unsuspecting
Jack. It's all up with you now, Jack,
whispered the man in his ear. You are too sensible.
A fellow to offer resistance where it.
Would be of no avail. You will have a fine ride in the
river in our company tonight. Now then, Murray.
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Come on, Slipper. I've gotten the rights.
Hold him tight. Said Murray.
Hurrah, cried Slipper. Curse the fellow.
He's knocked the bark off my shins.
You'll have your. Revenge, said the man who held
our hero. Look sharp.
Oh oh. Roared Murray in a sharp,
painful tone as he suddenly slipped down again to the bottom
of the room. Jack laughed loudly, but made no
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attempt to release himself from the hold of his captor.
Damn it, cried Slipper. Pull him.
Back, Benson. Pull him backwards.
The devil's crushing my fingers with his boots.
If Jack's arms were secured, hislegs were not, and feeling that
if the two men in the barge roomgot out, all hope of his escape
was gone. The moment they placed their
hands on the top of the room to assist them up, he planted his
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foot upon their fingers and caused them to fall back with a
cry of pain. Benson pulled him backwards on
the instant, a feat that he was unable to accomplish with ease.
4 Secured as his arms were, Jackcould not resist the act.
No pull up. Cried Benson.
Don't try that dodge again. Jack Rice shall be compelled to
kick your legs to keep you. Quiet, thank you kindly,
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exclaimed Jack for the suggestion.
Suddenly kicking out behind Jackdealt such a blow upon the
officer's right shin with the heel of his boot that the man
released his hold of Jack's armsin an instant.
Jack turned, sees the. Man by the.
Throat, and swinging him around so suddenly that he was
powerless to offer any resistance, hurled him over the
side of the barge into the room beside his companions.
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Now, said Jack, if you want to lodge me in jail, you'll have to
swim for your object. And goodnight, my friends, I
regret that you will have to remain prisoners on board this
barge till daylight. The tables have turned, you see.
Goodnight. He sprang off the barge.
Into the boat and. Hastily slipping, its fastening,
seized an oar and pushed the little bark away from the vessel
on which the officers now stood,looking at each other in silent
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chagrin. Laughed Jack as.
He dropped the oars. Into the water and bent his body
to the stroke. Come on, my fine fellows, What 3
of you permit one man to escape?For shame the world will laugh
at you tomorrow, as I do tonight.
Bring back the boat. Jack Cried Benson.
We'll let you go. Thank you my friend, but I'm not
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a bird to be caught by that chaffa.
Ho ho, no. Upon my soul we will.
Cried Slipper. I prefer to trust to myself.
You will be prosecuted for robbery as well as resistance to
the law if you take. That boat away, cried Benson.
Very likely if they catch me, said Jack.
But you will find the boat safely moored at one of the
wharfs tomorrow, Jack, Cried Benson.
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Hello my friend. Don't be a fool, come back, we
shall get into trouble. When this affair is known, serve
you right, said Jack. Think of the loss of our births,
of our wives and children. Said Slipper very sorry for
them, but I can't help it, Said Jack Hark you, you will find
your boat in the morning and a £5 note in it.
Perhaps I must make use of it now and will pay for its hire.
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If you keep your own mouths closed nobody will know what 3
confounded fools you've been. I have no more time to waste.
So once more goodnight and pleasant thoughts to you and
your unpleasant position. Jack now bent to the.
Oars and the little. Vessel shot over the almost
smooth water like an arrow in the direction of the vessel on
board which Ellen Folder had been lifted by the two rough
sailors. He soon reached the ship and
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pulled up alongside its stern, where he fastened the boat
alongside the one to which he had clung with his insensible
burden. Then, seizing the rope that
hungover its side, he drew himself up onto the now deserted
deck. Well.
One thing I am finding interesting about this chapter
is we're seeing a certain sort of struggle happening with Jack.
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When the river police appear. He goes here's a chance for a
lark as he puts his mask on. This seems like the kind of
thing a Regency roysterer like Corinthian Tom or Jerry
Hawthorne or Bob Logic would indulge in.
I see in this chapter some definite echoes of that whole
late Regency world of naughty boy rich men indulging in blood
sports and drunken sprees and flooring the Charlies and
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running from the grabs. Invading the Sengile slum in
disguise. Because it's fun to hang out
with the beggars and cadgers butlooking at them like NPC's in a
video game rather than real people.
But we can clearly see how that philosophy ill fits the
situations our author is puttingJack into.
Jack almost seems like a throwback to an earlier time
when things were simpler becausenobody was really thinking about
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how awful life was for an underpaid seamstress or poor
fallen woman unless you were oneof those.
But here now he and he was trying to use his sprees for
good rather than evil. And every now and then he gets a
chance to do the kind of thing that used to be Corinthian Tom's
delight on a hard drinking night, triumphing over at a
vicious policeman or getting revenge on someone who tried to
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catch him or pop the pistol off at him.
But somehow it wasn't being fun like it used to be.
Nor do the Charlie's now consentto being quietly boxed.
Do they? The policeman he triumphs over
in this chapter beg him for mercy in the name of the
families that depend on them, and he agrees to slip A5 spot
under the Thorpe when he's done with their boat.
Would Corinthian Tom have done that after boxing at Charlie on
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Drury Lane? I don't think he would.
I know this is reading way more into this story than its depth
and quality seem to merit, but looking at Springhill Jack as a
sociological artifact, it seems to me.
It feels to me that the growing empathy of the Charles Dickens
era is harking back on the Flinthearted hedonism and swagger of
the late Regency and trying somehow to digest it to bridge
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the 2 worlds so that the soul stranded in the world view of
Tom and Jerry and logic can stepforward into the modern.
World. Well, I mean, it's a theory.
I guess we'll get to know more as we go along and see if
there's any validity to it. In the next chapter.
We cut back to the Libertine whom we saw badgering the poor
ballet girl 2 chapters ago. Now he's being upgraded by a
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very young woman, and we learnedthat this girl is his old fancy
piece, whom he ruined with the kind of Fair promises he's been
laying on the ballet dancer. Now he's ready to cast her aside
and move on to this new toy. She has a surprise for him and
he is not going to like it. What will he do about it?
Well, we shall see. Finally, let's get Professor
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Flash's official definition for our first vocabulary word.
Strike me dead. Maybe pull yourself 1/2 a?
Pint of Strike me Dead or a little flicker of alt red.
Type to type. Of a chill off.
Strike Me Dead is a term for small beer, meaning not that
it's a small amount of beer, buta more watery, less full
flavored kind of beer. Light beer if you will.
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Perfect to take the edge off of work night without getting
unduly slowed down for the following day.
And of course, a flicker of hot red tape is a glass of hot
Brandy and water with sugar stirred in.
Basically a hot toddy. Before we mizzle off, let's
visit The Poetry of the Age via one of the great old informal
Evening song books. This song lyric is from The True
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History of Tom and Jerry, or Dayand Night Scenes of Life in
London from the Start to the Finish by Charles Hindley,
published first in approximately1870.
It may have been a little earlier than that, actually.
There is no actual publication date on my copy.
This one appears on page 115. It's titled The Warning,
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supposed to have been sung by a cadger to his companions on his
return from the New Dancing Academy in Brixton.
I'll explain all the flash references at the end of it.
The tune is something called BowWow Etcetera which I have been
unable to track down so I won't be able to sing it for you,
thank goodness, but here it goes.
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Yo cadgers, all both great and small attend to what I say, says
all prigging. Stow where you will go where I
come from today, says as down the strand A gent so grand was
strutting mighty fine, says as anchorcher hung out so far a
really thought twas mine, says amade a grab.
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He did me nab to quad. I quit was taken the magistrate
he sat in state. I trembled for my bacon
evidence, or oh, what a bore hiseyes on me Fixed on, says he to
me. Go have a spree at the Treading
Mill at Brixton. Would I reach?
There a surly bear the steps he made me mount sirs from dirty
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Dick up to the kick via swellingblack leg count, says both I and
low they have a go. Oh tis a decent pill says they
step away and cry all day the devil type the mill says then
warning tight and keep awake. The traps are not asleep sirs
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they prole about to find us out like wolves do after shape says
my life all change. Don't think it's strange.
I'll work. That's what I will.
Says from day and night to keep away from the cursor treading,
Mills says. OK, I got Professor Flash to
translate all the Flash camp that was in that little poem and
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here's what he had to say. Tadgers are beggars and thieves.
Generally the lower orders of beggars and thieves to prig
means to steal so. All prigging.
Stow means quit stealing stuff. Quad is of course jail.
A blackleg is a crooked gambler,so maybe a blackleg count is
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count. Lerno traps are cops, and I
think that's it. By the way, if you really think
this is actually a song written by an actual crook, I've got a
bridge in Brooklyn with your name on it, so sign right here.
That concludes this short, Tupany Terrible Tuesday episode
of the weekly Penny Dreadful Variety show.
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I hope you will join me again this coming Sunday, same Spring
Hill time, same Spring Hill channel for our next full
episode of the Penny Dreadful Variety Hour next on the program
between Sunday's show and the next Tuesday's next tupany
terrible show, we. Shall have chapter.
Four of The Mysteries of London by George WM Reynolds from 1844.
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Chapter 16 of Varney the Vampireor The Feast of Blood by James
Malcolm Reimer from 1840. Five and Chapter 50. 4 of
Sweeney Todd, the Barber of Fleet Street or the string of.
Pearls by James. Malcolm Reimer again from 1846
in the mysteries of London. We cut away to Mr. Markham's
estate. That gentleman's two sons are
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talking. The elder Eugene has determined
to shake the dust of the family home from his feet, having
quarreled bitterly with his father, the other son, Richard.
Supported by their. Family Butler begs him to
reconsider. Will he or will he follow
through on his determination to vanish utterly from their lives?
In Varney, Charles Holland is trying to convince Flora to
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allow him to stay and support her despite her potential
incipient vampirism that she's worried she's coming down with.
He pleads his case in the summerhouse in the garden but soft.
Whose soft footfall is that approaching the summer house?
Could it be the vampire himself?In Sweeney Todd, the customer
who wants artificial hairdressedguides Todd to his lodging
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house, which his wife runs on the doorstep.
He learns the gentleman who needs this peruke dress is John
Mundell, the money lender Todd pawned the pearls off on for
8000 lbs. Sweeney Todd is in a tight spot
now. What will happen when he sees
Todd? Will he recognize in him the
ugly but elegant Duke who pawnedthose priceless but unsellable
pearls and then morrised off like a summer zephyr?
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What will happen if he does all that, plus more?
Flash can't words, horrifying tidbits from the terrific
Register and scandalous song lyrics and Cock and Hen Club
poetry are coming your way starting this coming Sunday at
Dick Turpin Scragging Hour, 5:37PM or 1737 military time.
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Our theme music is a version of Golden Slippers, A minstrel show
song written by James A Bland in1879.
This version is by Seattle old time band $4.00 Shoe.
For more of their music, say $4.00 shoe.com.
That is the number 4, the word dollar and the word shoe all
crammed together into one word in all lowercase.
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Penny Dreadful Variety Hour is aproduction of Pulp Lit
Productions. For more details, see
pulp-lit.com and to get in touchwith me, hit me up at
finn@pulp-lit.com. Thanks again for joining me, me
Nabs. It is time for us.
To Chevy off like. We were burning the can for the
Penny Dreadful variety hour. I'm Finn JD John signing off now
(27:39):
fair 4th and fill up the rest ofthe week with all that is the
tippy Bye now.
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