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# "Our Anglomaniac, No. 2" This cartoon satirizes an American who imitates English hunting traditions. The caption explains the joke: he carries a hunting crop in the park "because in England they carry hunting crops in the country to open gates." The figure is dressed in English hunting attire and appears pompous—the satire targets wealthy Americans who affectedly adopt British customs and mannerisms, a phenomenon the magazine calls "Anglomaniac" behavior. The humor lies in the absurdity of transplanting country hunting gear to urban park settings, suggesting pretension disconnected from practical purpose. This reflects late 19th-century American anxiety about wealthy elites' anglophilia and their perceived loss of distinct American identity through blind imitation of British upper-class conventions.
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THE SPENT ARROW. A VALENTINE. DAN Cupid, on a summer’s day, Stretched a new bow-string taut, And whistling gaily on his way Inviting targets sought. ‘The roses died in sweet despair, Crushed by his chubby feet, Until the hot and swooning air Was filled with perfume sweet. Full careless seemed his beaming eye, But ever as he strayed, Did little stinging missiles fly At ev'ry man and maid, Till high in air in wanton mirth He sped his final dart, And as it, falling, sought the earth, It chanced to pierce my heart. MUSIC. The cultured wealth of haughty Cincinnati 5 4 y 5 Results from garnered porkers, tall and fatty. Sit e MORAL. ys yy ? Beneath the rule of men entirely great, Y 2 WoW ads | Qe Fy ta ¥ The PEN is mightier than the sword. Vy Uh Y di Up. ; f f 4 LancuacGE of the Flowers.—You be blowed. OUR ANGLOMANIAC, No. 2. - Why does he carry a hunting crop in the Park? Dr. TALMAGE appears to think that BECAUSE IN ENGLAND THEY CARRY HUNTING CROPS IN THE COUN- one of his kind is quite enough for TRY TO OPEN GATES. Brooklyn, And so do we. “You never rode after hounds on Long Island,” bg — said a young man who was familiarly known’ 28 Anise- (Hii, ty seed Smith, though Mr. Ennis Sydney Smith was the jp 3 name on his card. “You never watched the ticker when your stock was going up,” said the broker. “You never. ,” began Mr. Budge, and _hesitat- ed. “There was that Baltimore girl two summers ago. Maybe he’s right !” he sighed and was silent. “All these things,” said the’ elderly gentleman, “make you tired. Love rests you. They are all means to an end; not one of them is an end in itself. We eat that we may live, and live cheerfully. We watch the ticker, and we address the jury that we may make money and live comfortably. And if we are blessed with a long purse and a short neck, perhaps we ride after hounds, and get fame and an appetite and live contentedly. All these things are m the play, and we do them because we must live. But love is nota means of living. Itisanend. We live that we may love, and fir.d life satisfactory. And there is no other satis- factory reason for living. “Here are the petits verres. Let us drink to St. Valentine, the patron of lovers.” PERHAPS the sweetest hour in the existence of a young, ambitious, and underpaid journalist is that Hearing complaints that letter-carriers have no uniform over- when he succeeds in getting into the paperaparagraph coat, and are not allowed, even in severe weather, to wear the top- which will make an esteemed contemporary assert that coat of civil life, our artist has designed a costume, which, if his editor-in-chief is a perjurer and a thief, and prove protection from the weather is not essential, would be, he thinks, fit it, too. and effective for St. Valentine's Day. comicbooks.com