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# "Is This Mind Reading?" – A Spiritualism Satire This cartoon depicts a "Blindfolded Medium (with pistol)" performing a trick for a skeptical observer. The medium claims to read minds by identifying objects (bank notes, dollar bills, a waistcoat, gold coins, trousers) that the observer is thinking about—all while blindfolded and holding a pistol. The satire targets spiritualism and fraudulent mediums who were popular entertainment in this era. The absurdity of the setup—particularly the pistol and the mundane objects—mocks both the mediums' claimed supernatural powers and the gullibility of believers who paid to witness such "performances." The joke suggests the medium is using obvious guessing or confederates rather than genuine psychic ability.

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it on undeniable authority that the disagreement between Captain Samuels and the owner of the Daunt- Zess arose from Mr. Colt's desire to sail closer to the horizon, which Captain Samuels, knowing the difficulties attending such a course, resolutely refused to do. For my part, I think Captain Samuels should have obeyed his employer even if he was ordered to saw the ship's log into laths and construct a hen-coop on the hatchway. An owner has some rights which even an employé is bound to respect. I do not place much credence in the report that the Coronet won because the food gave out, and it became a matter of | life and death with those on board to reach Queenstown before Tuesday. Any one who has crossed the ocean is, of ¢ that the sea abounds in edibles of the most ind. Who that has feasted on Gulls Fricassees can course, a delicious ever forget the delight of that epicurean indulgence? What | sort of man is he who retains anything but pleasant memories of Albatros: ast, seasoned with the salt of the atmos- phere, the pepper of hunger, and the mustard of appetite ? Rather let us attribute the Coronet's victory to the dreadful condition of affairs existing inthe Dauntless’s larder, allusion to which was made in these columns last week. After living -on- five days on champagne and Welsh rarebits, the devoted | crew of the defeated vessel found themselves so heavily over loaded that speed became impossible, and the bird of victory, which up to that period had swooped dangerously near the Dauntless's spars, flew off at a decided tangent and perched on the bowsprit of her rival. The losers may take consolation in the fact that though their vessel was slower, their living was much faster than that of those on board the Coronet. . . . LEARN from private advices from Boston that a novel series of contests is to be inaugurated at the Hub. Under the auspices of an Athletico-Literary Society, having its | being on Beacon Street, Boston, is to challenge the United States to an All-around General Superiority Match, to take place in the early summer. The trophy offered is a belt, elaborately and appropriately carved, and is to be awarded to that city which furnishes the best literary-athletic team. The contest is to consist of a ball match, a prize fight, a prize poem contest, an analytical-novel writing race, a high jump, and a debate on the authorship of Richard IIL. for points. With such a team as the Boston nine—John L. Sullivan, Dr. Holmes, Mr. Howells, a dark jumper, and James Russell Lowell, it may be readily imagined that Boston is well equipped for the fray. I haven't much doubt that New York could beat Boston at baseball, but with the exception of Captain Williams and Edgar Fawcett to pit against Sulli- van and Howells, we haven't much of a chance at .the other - LIFE: points of the contest. If Mr. Dana, of the Sun, could be | prevailed upon to enter for the jump, there might be some Prospect of our winning; but if Boston's dark horse should transpire to be ex-Governor Butler, Mr. Dana would un- doubtedly withdraw and Boston would win by default. Nothing has been finally determined upon as yet, and the originators of the scheme may include a prize exhibition of Boodle Aldermen, so that New York may enter with some prospect of success. I hope the leaders of our literary and | athletic communities will take the matter in hand, so that we | may be well represented. Boston has already spent $10,000 on Mike Kelly, and Chicago has made an ineffectual effort to secure Mr. Lowell, Cannot New York afford a few paltry dollars for a Poet ? NEW game which properly comes under the head of Sport is called “ Progressive Lincoln.” A’ copy of the Century Magazine is placed on each of the play-tables,which are arranged as in Progressive Euchre. The players then proceed to tind anything they can about Abraham Lincoln in the “ History of the Martyred President" now running in the | AMfagazine. Those who find five remarks about him first are declared winners and move forward, while those who fail retrogress, as in all the progressive games now so popular. | The game is destined to become a great favorite with society people, but one precaution should always be taken. | Chapters of the history which contain five allusions to the | | subject must be provided for the game, otherwise the evening is likely to go by without any winners, and drag correspond- ingly. . * . SMART man is Captain Samuels. He writes a book, gets it recommended by a bishop, and then gets up a twenty thousand dollar yacht race to advertise it. It is a good book, a credit to its author and its backer, and a joy to its readers. IS THIS MIND READING? Blindfolded Medium (with pistol: YOU STARTED “ROM THF BANK AN HOUR AGO WITH A PILE OF TEN AND TWENTY /OLLAR BILLS, WHICH YOU HAVE AT THE PRESENT MOMENT IN THE INSIDE POCKET. OF YOUR WAISTCOAT; YOU HAVE ALSO TWO KOLLS OF GOLD COIN IN YOUR TROUSERS’ POCKET, WILL YOU KINDLY THROW UP YOUR | HANDS FOR A FEW MOMENTS WHILST I CONVINCE MYSELF WHETHER | 1 AM RIGHT OK WRONG IN MY SURMISES ? He was right. comicbooks.com st re!