Life — March 29, 1883 — page 14: what you’re looking at

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156 Mr. Mulligan Mulligan wore patent-leather pumps; orna- ments, chiropedean. Mr. Patsey Malloy intended appearing as Irish Vengeance, but an unfortunate cold in the eye, contracted during a St. Patrick's Day argument, pre- vented his attendance. Mr. J. Hooley-McNamee, a graceful chataine, was simply attired in a white tie, made up at the store. He was mich admired. Mr. Bejabers Begorra ap- peared in a Fenian hat, trim- med with three rows of minia- ture coffins applique. De- pending from this was a green scarf with the motto, A. O. H. Ornaments, dynamite. These few costumes will serve to illustrate that the prodigality of the guests was only equalled by that of the host. Supper was furnised by Mur- phy, the caterer of Baxter street, and was served contin- uously after 12 o’clock. There were two kinds of stew; muf- fins, cold beef, sausages, waf- fles, Kartofel salad, hot sau- sages, three varieties of pud- ding, cold slaugh, pickled beets, doughnuts, canned oys- ters and sardines, chow-chow, ctullers, ham, corned beef sandwiches, boiled potatoes and fried eggs, milk toast, THE FIRST OF APRIL IN THE WOODS. crackers, raisins, bananas and coffee were included in the = ménu, and were served gratuitously, although the price of each was displayed on the placards which orna- mented the supper room. In addition to this beer flowed like water, and was of the best quality Ho- boken could furnish, The music was by Tuttifrutti’s Itinerant Ochestra, and Mr. Brian Boru informed each guest that this item alone cost $6.00. Altogether no such affair has been or will be seen for a long time, and the haughty and exclusive coteries of Baxter and Mott streets will long hold it in remembrance. TO LOVERS. OU will find, my dear boy, that the dearly prized kiss, Which with rapture you snatched from the half willing miss, Is sweeter by far than the legalized kisses You give the same girl when you've made her a Mrs. And many a girl, when embarked on the wave Of life’s ocean with him who protests he’s her slave, Will find, when there’s nothing on earth that can save her, That the captain's a brute and the vessel a slaver. Henry EMERSON, comicbooks.com