"Hand-to-hand encounters between surgeons, indicated by their instruments and their old-fashioned dress, and barbers, wearing aprons and also with the tools of their trade. In the centre a barber seizes the wig and neck-cloth of his antagonist, who says: "Take care of my Wig I had it new to go down to the House". The other answers: "I ll dress your wig for you Master Bolus - you Bleed indeed - why I let as much blood for a penny, as you charge a pound for". A barber (left) bends over his prostrate victim (who cries murder murder), saying, "I'll teach you to despise Gentlemen Barbers you pitiful Pill monger." A stout well-dressed surgeon (right) raises his tasselled cane to strike a terrified and ragged barber, saying: "Ill teach you, you beggarly Scoundrel to call yourself Barber-surgeon & poking out your Damn'd Pole - when I am riding in my Chariot". The other screams "O Dear Brother Dressum youll throttle me I take in my Pole Damn the Cutting Part of the business". Behind (left), under a barber's pole from which hangs a barber's basin, a surgeon raises his cane to smite a fleeing barber. In the background two other couples are fighting. See British Museum Satires No. 9092, &c."--British Museum online catalogue
Description:
Title etched below image., Sheet trimmed within plate mark., and Temporary local Medical Library subject terms: Surgeons -- Barbers surgeons -- Company of Surgeons.
Publisher:
Pub. August 14, 1797, by S.W. Fores, No. 50 Piccadilly
Subject (Name):
Royal College of Surgeons in London. and Barbers Company (London, England)
"A series of eight violent quarrels arranged in two rows, the words (not transcribed in full) etched above the heads of the speakers. [1] An old parson threatens his footman: "If you ever dare to say I am in a passion again I'll break every bone in your skin." [2] A man and wife on the point of blows. [3] A man thrashing a dog. [4] A woman at a tea-table flinging the contents of a cup in the face of a maidservant. [5] A woman beating a prostrate man with a pair of tongs. [6] A man dragging on a boot so as to thrust his heel through it, the shoe-maker saying: "You are so hasty master you wont give the Goods fair play." [7] Two men facing each other in argument. [8] A black servant expostulates with his master for knocking down a boy who lies on the ground: "Dear Massa you have almost killed young Master." One of a set, see British Museum Satires No. 8541, &c."--British Museum online catalogue
Description:
Title etched below image., Publisher's advertisement following imprint: Folios of caracatures [sic] lent out for the evening., Sheet trimmed within plate mark on right and left edges., Plate numbered in upper right corner: Vol. 2, pl. 3., Temporary local Medical Library subject terms: Marriage and married life -- Cruelty to animals., 1 print : etching, hand-colored ; sheet 320 x 349 mm., Sheet trimmed within plate mark., and Imperfect? Numbering in upper right possibly trimmed or erased from sheet.
Publisher:
Pubd. March 1st, 1796, by S.W. Fores, No. 50 Piccadilly, corner of Sackvill [sic] Street
Subject (Topic):
Black people, Anger, Aggression, Animal welfare, Marriage, Spouses, Fighting, Quarreling, Dogs, Staffs (Sticks), Clergy, Servants, Tea services, and Boys