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This page contains two distinct pieces of fiction rather than political cartoons: **"Ticket to Newport"** (left): A romantic short story about a man claiming to be a Lilliputian (reference to Jonathan Swift's *Gulliver's Travels*—a tiny person) buying a train ticket to Newport, Rhode Island. He reconnects with an old love, Clara Louise Van Swivoler, at a wealthy estate. The humor lies in the absurdist premise of the ticket seller's deadpan response and the reunion's melodrama. It's gentle satire of upper-class romance conventions. **"A Mouse in a Trap"** (left continuation): A humorous anecdote about a mouse caught in a mousetrap in the author's study. The piece explores the tension between the wife's tenderness toward animals and her ruthlessness toward household pests, culminating in observations about the mouse's suffering and survival instincts. **Right side**: Advertisement for Smith Gray & Co.'s livery services—uniforms and appointments for household staff in New York and Brooklyn. This is primarily *entertainment content*—fiction and advertising—rather than satirical commentary on contemporary politics or events.

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Ticket to Newport, please.” The ticket seller looked at me in astonishment “Half ticket?” “Certainly not. U'm a Liliputian. Smallest in the world.” Well,” he said, “you ought to have a guardian, anyway.” me the ticket But he gave What happened during the journey—the explanations T made, the won der and surprise with which T was grected all along, the doubts expressed, y to give in detai Assisted by the porter, with whom I had gotten on the best of terms I was taken off the train at Newport and put into a carriage “To the Van Swivolers. It was dark as we drove thre Swivoler mansion gh the massive entrance gates of the Van The cabman rang the bell for me. An imposing butler opened the door. “Miss Van Swivoler?” Never rela 1 light. “Retired.” “Well, go and wake her up.” IT waved on the fact t s dignity, he gazed at me acutely under the electric arm imperiously as I looked him full in the eye. T countec t Clara Le ¢ had gotten him used to being ordered about by the extreme your \| 0,” T said, “and tell Miss Swivoler—Adelaide—Clara Louise—that Howard is here—the Howard that she used to know. And.” any time about it, either.” the great hall was in silence, broken I sat there on the silk plush I added, as| I strode in, “don't lose He disappeared. For a long t only by the opening and closing of doors. couch and waited \ beautiful little ue that she had hastily put on, | i} lenly there was a sound of hurrying footsteps ce dressit came running down the stairs IT knew her in a mome din a magniticent She had same, And then once more we clasped cach} other in the first eestasy of our reunited love. “Howard!” “Clara Louis T held her at ar nged, of course. But the love light in her eyes was the s' length and looked at her reproach fully. “I'm so glad to see you that I'm not going to scold. | ay—why, just at that critical moment when we were approaching ge did you lean forward and ask me if T loved you? You see what's happened.” a Louise gazed at me with a joyful smile “Isn't it all for the best? Why think of it! er once more, with twenty-five y start. And not only that,” added, as she gazed at my impror clothes, “I’ve got the money, which is just as it should be!” A Mouse in a Trap. MOUSE began to make a disturbance in the paper back of my desk the other night just as my wife and I settled down after supper to read. He was a new arrival from some neighboring barn. They have found a way into my study up through the sheathing of the sliding door. Mrs. A. is very tender-hearted with g things except such small deer as interfere with her housekeepi she persecutes relentlessly. | Her mousetrap was forthcoming at once, and, baited with a little cheese, | was slid under the sk. It is one of these diabolical contrivances which | smash a wire loop down on the victim. It was only a few moments till we heard its vicious click afterward I heard distinctly Immediately series of rapid aspirated squeaks which made | me hustle the trap out in haste to relieve the sufferer deadly the trap is, T was surprised at hearing any sound. when I saw that the little victim had been caught by the dese striker square across the back on the lungs. Its heart was still flute but it seemed to me impossible for it to have drawn breath enough to 1 any sound whatever. Then I remembered that the squeaks were more like barks of fright than ser Knowing how T was even more ms of pain, Somewhat wonderingly, therefore, I set the trap again, to see if there was a companion. Within five minutes it nailed another. There was no sound this time except that of the trap. Both were immature females. What I wish to know is, did No, 2 bark when No. 1 was caught? Do mice ever exhibit fright and surprise by whistling or barking ?—Correspondence in Forest and Stream. UNIFORMS AND LIVERIES ]F “James” is properly dressed for the he'll drive, hold his head a bit higher. Wonderful the starchy stateliness infused into careful “James” by spic and span Livery. The Livery Department is a large and important department in our business. It provides complete livery appointments, and uniforms for Coachmen, Footmen, Chauffeurs, and House Servants; and has a valuable clientele of particular people to whom it has given satisfaction for years. Fur-trimmed Liveries are the thing—$95. Riding Breeches, Servants’ Club and Hotel Uniforms. BOOKLET ON REQUEST Smith Gray & Co. BROADWAY AND THIRTY-FIRST ST., NEW YORK BROADWAY AND BEDFORD AVE. “ FULTON ST. AND FLATBUSH AVE. | BROOKLYN comicbooks.com