…from a Sloperian point of view.
Ladies and Gentlemen, today's installment in the the history of Ally Sloper represents a low point in the career of your humble narrator. 'Tis true enough that what had begun as an introduction to a glittering career of fame and fortune was soon to lose its lustre. My last issue saw me slipping from a... Continue Reading →
Hmm, take notice of the date of this current installment. Up until now myself and Moses had been appearing every other issue, once a fortnight regular as you like. But see here? Three weeks had passed before we were to appear again! It was enough to make a fellow wonder if something was amiss! Could... Continue Reading →
And here we have it, Ladies & Gentlemen, the very first time your friend Ally Sloper's name, and his name alone, appears in the title of one of these whimsical adventures. This tale relates to the time Moses and my good self opened a fine eating establishment and, as you can see, we were wont... Continue Reading →
Another fortnight passes in the world of Judy, or The London Serio-Comic Journal and your friend Ally Sloper makes another appearance; drawn, as usual, by the editor Charles H. Ross (see his signature down there in the bottom right). Things were certainly on the up for your 'umble narrator - a regular column in a... Continue Reading →
Another fortnight goes by and Judy publishes yet another adventure featuring A. Sloper. As you can see, that rogue Moses is still receiving the top billing here but, I ask you, does that matter? You may be rancoured on my behalf, and I will thank you for that, but fear not, Moses always was after... Continue Reading →
And so we come to the third installment of the history of your humble narrator. Just a fortnight after my very first appearance, here I am again gracing the pages of Judy, or The London Serio-Comic Journal. "But, what is this?", I hear you cry, "Where is the name of Sloper in the title? Is... Continue Reading →
Certain items have always had a way of falling into my possession, by fair means or foul. Mostly foul, it may be said by those cruel-hearted critics among you, but, as the bard himself said in The Scottish Play “Fair is foul, foul is fair” and, being the eminent Litterateur that I am, I am... Continue Reading →
I will admit that, having sprung from my dear old mother nearing 200 years ago, I am an aged old cove now. I am approaching the well-seasoned nature, if not the venerability, of old Methuselah his self. Some may put this long-livedness down to stubbornness, after all, after a life lived as mine, I am... Continue Reading →
Now then, you may notice that banner across the top of this journal of mine, the one which proclaims ‘Ally Sloper’s Half Holiday’. This same banner was the one that festooned the humorous periodical featuring your humble servant which was run by my second patron Gilbert Dalziel. You can see that I have struck out... Continue Reading →
