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This page contains satirical articles rather than cartoons. The main piece, "The Paragraphers' Association," mocks newspaper columnists who recycled hackneyed puns and tired jokes—particularly criticizing one called "President Paz" for exhausted wordplay about punning. The right column, "Fitznoodle in New York: IV—He Discourses on Women," appears to be a serialized humorous column where the character discusses American women's independence compared to British women, portraying them as more assertive and less constrained by social convention. Both pieces are characteristic of Puck's satirical commentary on contemporary American society, media practices, and gender relations of the late 19th century.

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THAT TERRIBLE PUN. SFM not given to fun, but I once made a i pun, ‘> That set a whole room in a roar. ‘Though I own it was funny, you can bet all your money, ‘That I never shall pun any more. For fhe ladies haw-hawed, the men they guf- fawed, ‘Till the tears ran down on their cheeks, ‘They laughed till they dropped, when some of them stopped, And could only cgntinue in shrieks. Some grew idiotic, and others spasmodic, All acted confoundedly queer; Some rolled on the floor, some butted the door, Or kicked at the bronze chandelier. ‘They shrieked and they groaned, while I trem- bled and moaned, For I thought they were going insane; I begged and I cried, and frantic’ly tried ‘To calm them, but found it was vain. ‘Then I rushed from the room, out into the yloom . Of the street, straight home, to my dad; I left them still yelling, in that ill-fated dwelling, Like a parcel of lunatics mad. No doubt you'll invoke me to tell you the joke, | Some of the members were rather snail-like in ‘That you may enjoy it as well, I would, but [ swear, I'm darned if I dare, For fear you'd be likely to tell ! THE PARAGRAPHERS’ ASSOCIATION. MOURNFUL MEETING OF THE OFFICERS. ANY readers of Puck are doubtless f:\ aware that a number of the humorous S* paragraphers of the country have formed ation, but they may not be cognizant of the fact that a meeting of the officers of the said association was held in New York a few nights ago. We herewith present a condensed report of their melancholy doings on that occasion. he table groaned beneath a pitcher of ice- water and four pairs of le; President Catlin, who sheds a column of gloom daily over the editorial page of the Commercial Advertiser, occupied a seat at the head of the table. After the weather, the early spring, and a few other live topics, had been disposed of, President Cat- lin observed that he felt in an unusually cheer- ful mood, as he succeeded last night, -t the ex- pense of several hours’ sleep, in evolving five entirely original puns on the name of President Diaz. to be suspected of makin; ish-meant. Catlin is not a Dutchman. Secretary Bayard, who, since the demise of the Brooklyn Argus, is basking in the fitful light of the aggressive Sun—and the mellow honey- moon—said that his stay must necessarily be brief; for if he wasn’t home at nine o'clock, he would be compelled to climb in the second story back-window, in order to avoid disturbing the peaceful slumbers of his wife. He had been a pun when no pun- PUCK. ent, he would not read them until he was alone; | but’he desired to press it upon the minds of his | | hearers that these directions for making hens lay, which you see in the agricultural papers, were the veriest bosh. The best plan to make | present, He had lost his free railroad-pass, and a hen lay was, to get in the nest with her, and | be sociable, and whisper in her ear that you once owned a hen that laid half-a-peck of eggs per day—and very Short days, at that; and then, if that hen doesn’t hump herself, and lay a pile of eggs two feet high and three feet thick every twenty-four hours, she hasn’t a spark of ambition in her natur well be sold for a spring chicken, if she was over four years old. Bailey dispenses with neckties, on the ground of economy. He finds a gold button a very good substitute for a tie, and quiet as successful as a preventive of sore throat, croup, and bronchitis. ‘Treasurer Williams, who imparts a wave of melancholy over the pages of the Norristown Herald, suggested that all new members be re- quired to pay four times as much annual dues as the old members. If some plan was not adopted to augment the receipts of the treasury, the association would be unable to follow the fashion introduced by savings banks, life insurance as- sociations, railroad companies, and other re spectable organizations—/. ¢. to appoint a Re ceiver. Secretary Bayard asked if he hadn’t enough of the association’s funds in his hands to pay his fare to Europe. He replied that he hadn't enough to take him “half-seas-over.” forwarding their dues, which was doubtless ow- ing to the grasshopper ravages in the West last fall, and the continued elevation in the price of beer. ‘The Herald P. 1. man, of the E: Committee, said the only important pi “Personal Intelligence” he had to impart was, that the best way to make ice-cream in hot weather was to place four quarts of Orange | county milk on the stove and let it boil four hours—one hour for each quart; while it is bubbling, throw in four lumps of ice as large as a rock; stir well until the ice is dissolved; then grate in four medium-sized fresh onions, and set out in the snow to cool; serve with onion sauce, and eat moderately, until the taste becomes ac- | customed to the flavor. No punishment is so painful, he said, as | Here the Vice President actually smiled, and was promptly fined two dollars. Croffut, of the Executive Committee, whose Graphic humor is much sought after by men who wish to accumulate a proper amount of funerealness preparatory to attending the burial of their mother-in-law, affirmed that he had squandered two hundred and fifty thousand dollars during the past two weeks, to prevent it falling into the hands of legal sharps after his death. At the same rate of squanderfulness, he thought he would run through with the remain- der of his fortune by about April 1st, 1880. He considered the manner in which our govern- ment had treated Dr. Mary Walker a disgraci to generations yet unborn, and he had written | a poem on her wrongs, which he would read: “De. Mary worked so hard for her rights ‘That her suspenders busted; And after getting into sixteen fights, ‘She right up and dusted. Now when—" Hearing muffled groans and sobs, he laid married only six weeks, but he had already dis- | down his manuscript, and finding the members covered that the principal rays of the saccharine | in tears, charitably forbore reading the rest of orb was to raise money for beef and bread and beer, and other household necessities. Vice President Danbury Bailey said that a much less distressed feeling prevailed .in the the poetical effusion. He feelingly declared that of all the lachrymose gatherings he ever attended, this was the lachrymost. ‘The weep- ing gentlemen said his poem reminded them so Southern States since he had canceled his lec- | forcibly of some of Tupper’s lines, that they turt engagements there. He had a hat-full of heart-breaking spring house-cleaning episodes, | but, out of respect for the families of those pres- | M. Quad Lewis, regretting his inability to be couldn’t restrain their tears. A letter was read from Second Vice President | and might just as | was daily importuned by his washerwoman to pay a little matter of three dollars and seventy- seven cents due her; and no newspaper man was rolling in enough affluence to purchase a railroad ticket and pay a wash-bill at less than two months’ notice, A man was now in De- troit fixing up a telephone, and if the boys would wait four or five weeks, he would te- lephony story to them through the sound- machine. At this point Secretary Bayard consulted his watch, and upon learning that it only wanted two minutes to nine, he jumped up and shot out of tue room, as if he had been propelled by a Bogardus Kicker. . Then a policeman rushed in and threatened to arrest the whole party for conspiracy to overthrow the best gov- ernment the world ever saw. He said no half- dozen fellows could meet and look so gloomy, and keep so quiet without plotting some terrible mischi f, and _ he was about to club their heads into a jelly for not making a noise, and looking so sad, when he saw by their seedy coats ant | turned paper collars that they were newspaper | humorists. ‘The policeman asked to be excused, and went out and clubbed. a blind mam to re- | gain his wonted cheerfulness. ‘The officers of the Paragraphers’ Association turned out the gas, and solemnly meandered across the street to a free-lunch counter, to drown their sorrows in a flowing bowl of hash. FITZNOODLE IN NEW YORK. IV. HE DISCOURSES ON WOMEN. Ya-as, if a fellaw is inclined to be spoony in this countwy, he has a gweat many oppor- tunities. By Jove, I weally. think he has more chances ; to “be vewy much gone” two or thwee times a week than in Gweat Bwitain. The weason is, that the women have a gweat deal of fweedom, and can talk to a fellaw with- out being fwightened of their pawents, One day a fellaw in the club said that a Miss Anna Mawia Bwown, a pwetty blonde, I had met out sevewal times, was “going” for me. What an idiotic wemark! How could she go for a fellaw, I should like to know, and where would she go to if she did? Vewy odd, though, that same afternoon I weceived a jolly little note, asking me to go for her to take her to a wecep- tion, and she would send her cawwidge for me; so she didn’t go for me, but I went for her, and that’s what that stupid a-ass at the club‘thust have meant. Stwange pwoceedings—I begin 10 have a stwong impwession that evewybody in, Amewica ought to be in a lunatic asylum. Jack Carnegie says he knows sevewal girls who have asked fellaws to mawwy them. Now, hang it, I don’t think that this can be twue, because no Amewican girl ever asked me to mawwy her; and, of course, if this were the custom of the countwy, some beautiful young cweature would pwobably have made some matwimonial overtures to me, for it would be a doosid fine thing for an Amewican girl to be the Honowable Mrs. Fitznoodle. I don’t think I should entertain the pwoposal. I’m afwaid the family wouldn't suit at home. When I was at Wugby and Cambwidge, the fellaw¢ used to say that I hadn’t the gwaces of composition, so I will west now and wite more about Amew- ican women next week, as it is wather an in- tewesting subject.