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This page contains several disconnected satirical pieces typical of 1880s-90s American humor. **"A Masquerade Explanation"** (top cartoon): A joke about courtship deception—men are being foolish toward Miss Steele, and a jealous "Paul Revere" suggests their poor disguises at a masquerade ball prompted her to deliberately make bigger fools of them. **"The Feast, the Partisan, and the Patriot"** (editorial): Celebrates how Americans transcend partisan political disappointment during holidays like Thanksgiving and Christmas, uniting as patriots. It also advocates for Canadian territorial expansion and union with Alaska. **"Mr. Puldout of Texas"** (bottom cartoons): A crude joke playing on the surname "Puldout"—Mrs. Quartz asks how he lost his feet; he responds her ceiling is "a bit low," implying he's tall enough to have struck his head. The humor relies on the suggestive name. The page reflects late-19th-century concerns: political unity, American expansionism, and genteel Victorian humor standards.

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A MASQUERADE EXPLANATION. Ramesis—"* What are those fellows so extremely attentive to Miss Steele for?” Paut Revi vho is jeatous)—"* Their make-up wasn't quite satis- factory, I believe; so she’s cor ented to make still bigger fools of them.” superticiai scholar could win a place that a competent man unveneered of the schools could not reach. A manager of men, or a judge of commer- cial values, needs little knowledge of the number of miles between here and the pole-star, or the varying depths of the Mediterranean sea. ‘The JUDGE is first for a civil service of efficiency and political Sympathy. It has yet to learn that in a government or a business way, now, or ever, any man can well “ serve two masters.” peal THE FEAST, THE PARTISAN, AND THE PATRIOT. WE CAN ALL forget political disappointment, at the same time that we can all make the most of partisan success. That is the great glory of every man being a partisan and a patriot at one and the same time. The Thanksgiving dinner brought comfort to the entire American stomach and consolation to that part of the American soul which had had partisan grief. Every good American enjoyed it, and all good. Americans, native and adopted, will go to the Christmas dinner without a thought of partisan animosity, That is the republic, . That is democracy in its best estate. That is political and social glory. While the Christmas snow is falling every voter, wild as he may be during a campaign, is as much in MR. PULDOUT Mrs. Quartz (who has just received his card)—"" I'm very glad to see you, sir, and sorry that you have met with a misfortune, How did you lose your feet ?* harmony with the Christmas article of peace and good wil never had _a political or any other kind of strus as if, he had This isa great re- public; and it will be a greater with Canada as a part of it—that result being the beginning of a kind of union and harmony and government which shall be one and inseparable from Alaska all round the continent. Just so faintly falling lightly, Melting into nothing there, On the ground each flake contritely Turns to tears at earth's despair. Winds blow, Fires glow, All hail the first snow ! THE FIRST SNOW. While within the fair one smiteth On the youth beside her chair, ‘And with tender words beguileth Him his passion to declare. Oh! Ho! How slow! Chilly is the first no. PRARL RYTINGE, WE MUST have Canada and all the territories. Why have these great measures of justice and progress been postponed so long ? MONG the animal curiosities sent to President-elect Harrison there is no mugwump. Yet the mugwump is not extinct, because the Svening Post and the New York Times still live. OF TEXAS. Mr. PuLpout—"‘Aint Igst 'm ; your ceilin’s a bit low though, marm,”" comicbooks.com