Punch, or the London Charivari, Volume 152, May 16, 1917 eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 43 pages of information about Punch, or the London Charivari, Volume 152, May 16, 1917.

Punch, or the London Charivari, Volume 152, May 16, 1917 eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 43 pages of information about Punch, or the London Charivari, Volume 152, May 16, 1917.
“Dear Sir,—­Could I consult my own feelings I would say, ’Pay no rent at all during the summer.  Further, why not sub-let the flat to any of your own friends who can afford to give you a few guineas a week for it?  Nay more, let me have the privilege of paying your expenses at the Sunny South.  What do you say to the Metropole at Brighton?’ But, alas, I cannot speak thus; there are others to think of.  The King of Greece, President Wilson, Marshal Joffre—­I need say no more.  You understand.  Things will have to go on as they are, except that the rent will probably be doubled about July.

Yours admiringly.”

This letter is now waiting to go off.  Celia says it is waiting for a stamp.  Personally I don’t see the necessity for a stamp.

II.

There are people in the world called owners.  I think nothing of them; Celia thinks nothing of them; jointly we do not think anything of them.  However, as I said before, this is not a grammar.

For the last two years we have been renting cottages.  Naturally Celia has had to do most of the work; the cut and thrust of a soldier’s life has prevented me from taking my share of it.  I have been so busy, off and on, seeing that my fellow-soldiers have baths, getting them shaved and entreating them to send their socks to the wash that I have had no time for domestic trifles.  Celia has taken the cottage; I have merely allotted the praise or blame afterwards.  I have also, of course, paid the money.

Our landlords have varied, but they are all alike in this.  They think much more of their own comfort as landlords than of our happiness as tenants.  They are always wanting things done for them.  When they want things done for them, then I am firm.  Indeed I am granite.

Take the case of Mr. Perkins, who owns our present cottage.  Celia borrowed the cottage from Mr. Perkins at a rental of several thousands a week.  I said it was too much when I heard of it; but it was then too late—­she had already been referred to hereinafter as the tenant.  As soon as we got in we began to make it look more like a cottage; that is to say, we accidentally dropped the aspidistra out of the window, lost the chiffonier, removed most of the obstacles and entanglements from the drawing-room to the box-room, and replaced the lace curtains with chintzes.  In the same spirit of altruism we improved the bedrooms.  At the end of a week we had given Mr. Perkins a cottage of which any man might be proud.

But there is no pleasing some people.  A closer examination of the lease, in the hope that we had over-counted the noughts in the rental, revealed to us the following:—­

“At the expiration of the said tenancy, all furniture and effects will be delivered up by the tenant in the same rooms and positions in which they were found.”

Not a word of thanks, you notice, for the new avenues of beauty which we had opened out for him; no gratitude for the great revelation that art was not bounded by aspidistras nor comfort by chiffoniers; nothing but that old reactionary spirit to which, if I may speak of lesser things, the Russian Revolution was due.  Like Mr. Perkins, the Bourbons learned nothing and forgot nothing.

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