Puck, 1877-04 · page 13 of 16
Puck — April 1877 — page 13: what you’re looking at
What you’re looking at
This page is **primarily an advertisement**, not a political cartoon. The large central illustration advertises Thönet Brothers, manufacturers of Austrian bentwood furniture. The ornate advertisement shows their factory operations and product showrooms, with cherubs and decorative elements promoting their bent-wood chairs and furnishings. Multiple factory locations are listed: Vienna, London, Paris, and various American cities including New York, Chicago, and Philadelphia. The surrounding text consists of **brief satirical commentary** typical of Puck magazine—witty social observations about marriage, ambition, and daily life. These are unrelated to the advertisement and appear to be filler content, not political commentary. The page represents standard late-19th-century magazine layout mixing editorial material with paid advertising.
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‘Tue first thing a young man does on seeing a friend with a new hat on isto take it off and serenely try it on his own head. When a young lady sees an acquaintance with her new bonnet on, she just lifts her nose and serenely wonders | «where the thing got that fright."”— Catskr// Recorder. Between dress-making and housecleaning, | the average wife feels as if heaven had reached | down and kissed the earth, Man, on the con- | trary, seems -to think that the other place has | stood up and kicked it.—Danbury News. Let us pause in this great race for fame and fortune,,and ask why it is that a man’s first search for his night-key is always made in the | wrong pocket.—Xhinebeck Gazelle. E11 Perkins lately sent a lot of his witty paragraphs to. the-New York Sun, ‘They were put among foreign items, because they were so | foreign to wit.— Whitehall Times. | A BUDDING poet says that this protocol must bea poem on spring, because nobody will ac- cept it. ‘The poet, in vulgar phrase, “has been there."—Philadelphia Bulletin. Rater Contrapicrory.—A medical con- temporary, who has been giving the fair sex a lesson on health, remarks that “Red cheeks are simply oxygen in a reflected form; and young ladies anxious to possess them should seek them where the roses get theirs —aut of doors.” ‘This ; is true enough, doubtless; but there is some- thing to be said on the other side. How does our medical friend explain away the fact that roses stop in their beds all day?—/udr. ‘THE youth who cannot wreath his monogram before him with cigarette fumes, entice the same back via his nose, and emit a volume of jaundiced smoke in the face of a companion— all with the air of one having learned it in his infancy—you may be sure hails not from that noble company known as “the boys." — Buffalo Express. Pror. Proctor says the earth is rapidly grow- | ing larger. We are real glad of it, for now there will soon be room for Joaquin Miller to stand without feeling his wild, free genius cramped by the narrow confines ‘of one little globe.— Exchange. “Now, then, state your case,” said a Detroit lawyer the other day, as he put the $5 bill away in his vest-pocket. “Well,” began his client, ‘suppose the man living next door wants to puta barn right up against my line, coming within two feet of my house?” “He can't do it, sir—can’t do any such thing,” replied the lawyer. “But T want to put my barn right up against his line,” remarked the client. “Q—ah—yes, I see. Well, sir, go right ahead and put your barn there. All the law in the case is on your side.”— Detroit Free Press. Marriep at Brattleboro, March 28, by Rev. Wm. Brown, John Sard to Mary Dean.— Brat- teboro paper. And now they are Sard-Deans —only two in a box.— Whitehall Times. “Wuo can tell what a baby thinks?” asks a poet. Well—the probebility is that its thoughts run in the same channel as those of the Gover- nor of North Carolina when he said to the Gov- ernor of South Carolina: ‘It’s a long time be- tween drinks.” —Zx. It isn’t blasted ambition and blighted hopes | that make a young man want to shovel off this | mortal coil and: lie down in the cold and silent | grave and be at rest, so much as to suddenly Hayes is so conscientious that he will have none but an upright piano. But his love’ for'the | poor African was not strong enough to cause him to have the key-board composed entirely of dark-keys.— Worcester Press. remember as he pauses at the door of the opera house, with Laura on his arm, that he forgot to get the tickets, and that his pocket-book is at home in the hip-pocket of his every-day trowsers,— Fulton 7 us fea\z608, Broadway, New ]ors. MANUFACTURERS TRIAN BENT Wooo) TUT WYSE eS Tuey are getting so now that they can make chairs to fit a man’s back.— Detroit Free Press. Very good; but what a large portion of the male population most want in the way of house- hold conveniences is a bootjack that will pull off belated man’s boots without making enough | noise to awaken the dead, almost.— Norristown | Herald. RN