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This page contains three distinct humor pieces: **"The Yarns of Captain Fibb"** is a tall-tale comic strip mocking exaggerated hunting stories. Captain Fibb recounts absurdly impossible feats—shooting turkeys so they fall into a tree slit like a trap, being knocked backward into a river and emerging full of fish. The satire targets men's fishing/hunting boasts, presenting increasingly ridiculous scenarios that no reasonable person would believe. **"Gentle Jane at the Hudson-Fulton Celebration"** satirizes a woman attending the 1909 Hudson-Fulton celebration (commemorating Hudson and Fulton's achievements). Jane is portrayed as cheap yet eager to participate; she complains about expensive coffee, repeatedly buys seats at parade stands, and finds New York's "floating population" (women) scandalous. The humor comes from her small-town moralism colliding with urban excess. **"The Old, Old Story"** is a brief caption joke about a man ruined financially by a woman, using the phrase "I'm stung!"—implying romantic/financial victimization. All three pieces use period stereotypes and employ gentle satire rather than sharp political commentary.

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Sage THE YARNS OF CAPTAIN FIBB. 1,“ Mebbe you won't believe this, but it's I wuz on a huntin’ trip and suddenly I spies a hull flock of wild turkeys sittin’ on the ‘Then 1 takes careful aim true. dead limb of a tree. and fires ! —— ne if 1 didn’t hit that it right open from one end to the other! And when it split, all the toes of them turkeys drops inter the slit, and they ‘re held fast, like a trap 3. —— But when the gun went off it kicked so hard that it sent me sprawlin’ backward inter the river, and I went clean to the bottom. — And when I crawls outer the water I 4. feels kinder heavy and soggy like. And tar and feather me fer a shorter f the slack of me pants wuzn't jist chock-full of fish ! —— GENTLE JANE AT THE HUDSON-FULTON CELEBRATION. ENTLE Jane said,‘ I will go ‘To the Hudson-Fulton show !"" ‘Though her purse she tightly clutched, Gentle Jane was greatly touched. Gentle Jane, serene and bland, Bought a seat on some grand-stand; When the stand collapsed, said she, “* Everybody 's down on me!"" So fast did the people fall, ‘There was scarcely roém for all; But, with a complacent grin, Jane remarked, ** Well, I'm all in!”” After two hours—maybe three— Jane was pulled from the débris By two coppers, strong and stout. “* Hal” said Jane, ** that lets me out!" Jane proceeded then to buy Coffee from a vender nigh. Twenty cents a single cup! “ Well,” said Jane, ** I will give up!” Once again upon a stand, Gentle Jane said, ‘* This is grand!"" But she bought two seats, for she Was beside herself with glee! . Patiently Jane stayed and Aman staited out for Woonsocket , With dynamite fhrust in ares Buta slip onthe trip > [Brought him dovdy-on his hips F fo) = stayed, Waiting for the great parade. When the first ranks she could Be Now, me! said Jane, “it's up to Though of this parade I've read, I'm Missouri born and bred; But the show is just first-class, And I see it’s come to pass! Fancy floats I like the Are ‘those ladies, dressed (1 inquire for information), New York’s floating popula- tion?” at. lightly Jane enjoyed two weeks of bliss In the gay metropolis; But when she went home, alack ! Jane felt rather taken back CAROLYN WoL. THE OLD, OLD STORY. R OF all sad words of pen or tongue, ment when she fo 6 Well, 1 sawed off that limb with all the turkeys caught in it, and carried home the finest ‘mess of fish and nobbiest string of game birds you ever seen.” “TL understand she canceled the engage J he had spent all his money on her.” Mus Bronx ‘And he came into toun like a rocket ! ‘The saddest are thes: Again I'm stung! Mus Harlem ; and the poor fellow’s broken pocket-book has made him forget about his broken heart.”” comicbooks.com