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**"A Delicate Question"** (top): A backwoods guide contemplates whether to kill a bear attacking a wealthy "dude" (Eastern tourist), calculating whether gratitude money exceeds the victim's pocket contents. This satirizes rural stereotypes—the dialect ("b'ar chaw 'im"), crude pragmatism, and assumption that a dude carries cash. The joke hinges on the guide's mercenary indifference to the tourist's fate. **"Bells of the New Year"** (middle): A sentimental poem about New Year's Eve, touching on loss and unfulfilled hopes—typical turn-of-year melancholy literature. **Comic strip** (bottom): Six panels depicting a woman introducing a small man at a social gathering. The dialogue suggests he's presented as a "clever" guest from "the prince," and observers remark he's "awfully fond of the ladies" and are amazed by his behavior. The humor appears to play on the man's diminutive stature and forward behavior toward women—likely a dwarf or performer being treated as novelty entertainment at a society event.

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A DELICATE QUESTION. Guie (pausing, with his finger on the trigger)—"* Now, if L kill the bar will the dude give me more, out uy gratitude fer savin’ his life, than I'll find in his pockets if I let the b’ar chaw ‘im ?” BELLS OF THE NEW YEAR, THE troubled seas of silence toss and heave, Far off and near, a joy in sorrows pent. i Oh, vanished dream the dead year holds in fee ! And as their drifting spume And then the peal is o'er; Oh, bells with tears for kin! I hear the rhythmic voice of new-year's eve So one sweet hope of mine that came and went _Like echoes of a mem’ry blown to me Go trembling through the gloom. ‘And came again no more. From out the might-have-been, JOWN DAML wHtTE, —He's clever—djucid clever! A pwesent 1, “¥a-as, 1 bro't_ me dorg. Do you like 2. 2— from the pwince 4 —Haw, haw! He's awfully fond of the ladies too.—— 5 —Did you ever see anything like it?” @ rity comicbooks.com .