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# The Partial Eclipses of Blibber **The Cartoon:** The top illustration depicts a social scene with four figures and large decorative urns. A woman apologizes to a man for missing a dance because her "trunks haven't yet arrived." The man responds sarcastically: "Good Lord, young lady, what sort of dance do you think this is going to be?" **The Joke:** The satire targets the absurdity of using excessive luggage as an excuse for social obligations. The woman's concern with trunks (suitcases) over attending an event is mocked as ridiculous vanity—she's prioritizing material possessions over social commitments. This reflects early 20th-century critiques of wealthy society women's preoccupation with material goods and appearances. **Below** begins a serialized mystery story titled "The Partial Eclipses of Blibber" by Gelett Burgess, unrelated to the cartoon.
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The Partial Eclipses of Blibber Fourth of the Series of Yellowish Mystery Stories By Geverr Burcess Author of * Are You a Bromide?” Cnarter | Mrs. Blibber Is so Nervous HERE i husband. “Naturally.” The Albino detective gave one of those grins you sce at the fish- mongers on the lips of married mackerel. “The peculiar thing is, of course, that he is your hus- band. That any one is, in fact. But it he is indeed it he would be likely to be, of course, as you say, such. But in what way peculiar? | am aware that we are living in a strange epoch. You don’t mean that he has zinc ears, or anything like that, do you? Perhaps he smokes violet talcum, or wears rural night shirts, or is inventing a helicopter o-——” Mr. Ferret stopped suddenly, like an elevator car when the boy has been reading Nick Carter too thor- ‘The lady, if indeed she were a lady (you never ays), had, as the omething very peculiar about my oughly. can tell, the way prices are Anglo-Saxons used to say, snozen. You can figure it out on the model “To Freeze.” But when the Scotch st had lifted and the sun come out, she loaded her eyes and aimed them at Ferret “He is leading a double life!” she said, and fire “Every Tuesday and ‘Thursday he exits from my ken. “| don’t blame him,” said the detective. “No,” said Mrs. Blibber, sadly, “it’s really his chin- chilla whiskers who are to blame. Often they don’t get home till Wednesday afternoon.” “Love in a Murry,’ “Ain't Angie Acoful!l” ete. “And of course you suspect a blond, or at least an imitation?” “No, His office nurse is a prunette. Several times I have found on his coat colla-——” “How awful!” said Ferret, “a black hair?—or per- haps a wad of gum?” wisp of excelsior! Can a wife fail to be jeal- ous?) Think of his having an affair with a woman ¢ that sort! It’s simply abdomida “Yes,” said Ferret, “1 know how such things excite one. Once | suspected my wife of loving a buoy in the harbor, and 2 “Don't try to placket me!” she sobbled, am thirty-seven years old in a few years, and why should his love turn grey? Why, I haven't a mark or a mole on my body.” ‘ot even a woodchuck?”” Ferret seemed much re- lieved. “Well then, I’m sure | shall discover the guilty Tuesday. Now count five thousand by fives; and make it in greenbacks, please. | thank you.” Charter IT The Trials and Convictions of a Nurse TEXT ‘Tuesday afternoon a very beautiful and ve female girl emerged from the inside of Dr. Blibbe pill-studio, She looked as if she had been severely kissed. Ferret, the Albino detective, disguised as a picture postcard from Havana, had been hiding in the letter box for days. He was now quite pale. comicbooks.com