Puck — July 4, 1877 — page 2: what you’re looking at

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7 PUCK. “PUCK”, No. 13 North William Street, New York FOR SALE BY ALL NEWS DEALERS. Terms To Suascrisers. One Copy one year, or $2 numbers. Gog Copy, six months, oF 26 numbers. One Copy for thirteen weeks. eho Postace Fenn, Notice to Authors and Artiste. Literary and artistic cootributions are solicited. Address all manu- scripts and sketches to Editor “Puck”, 13 North Wilham St, New York. PUCK’S CARTOONS. MacMAHON AND ‘THE FRENCH REPUBLIC. ‘The situation in France is still of the gravest character. ‘he country, as it were, is in the condition of a slow match or train to a powder magazine, which requires but ignition to cul- minate in an explosion which will shake the very foundations of the government. MacMahon, angry, obstinate and bigoted, is truckling tothe Ultramontanes; and the supporters of the dif- ferent claimants to the throne, to serve their own ends, for the time being apparently countenance his policy. Visions of a revival of the temporal | power of the Pope, and another “eldest son of the church,” in the person of a royal ruler of | France, float through the minds of the Cardi- nals and the wretched retrogressive intriguers | at Rome. No! such things must not be; and al- | though MacMahon is doing his best to destroy | the peace of his country—let us still hope that some:happy combination of circumstances and the moderation of the people may save France | from further tribulation, and that, freed from politicial dissension, she may enjoy that happi- ness to which she has so long been a stranger. ‘THE FOURTH OF JULY. ‘The hundred-and-first anniversary of the Declaration of Independence is at hand; and as the years roll on, and our country consolidates its position among the great family of nations, the circumstances which led to the struggle for freedom, and gained it, must be of more than mere passing interest to every patriot and lover of liberty, while the gigantic strides that have | been made in wealth, population and commerce during the last hundred years can only be con- templated with feelings of intense pride and | satisfaction. ‘Ihere exists no republic like ours —the government of France is not a republic, but a military and clerical oligarchy which | there can be very little doubt will soon be meta- morphosed into a system widely different, by revolution, or semi-revolutionary means. As all the States—North and South, East and West— ; are now dwelling in peace and harmony, what | can be more acceptable to Uncle Sam and Columbia than to receive the free-will offerings | of their children? California, Pennsylvania, | Ohio, all bring their choicest productions, and | our own Empire State presents Puck, as a | unique representative of its intelligence and in- | fluence. As a staunch warrior salutes an ally in the hour of need, the arnica-bottle winks grimly at the linen-rag bundle, and murmurs, “ Our time has come.” ‘THERE was a young scalawag spry, Who fooled on the Fourth of July ‘Till he tackled a rocket ‘That slipped from its socket And carried him up to the sky. Gone to be a comet. MANY HAPPY RETURNS. wu ) IN’ he, 'n’ Miss Columbia, * They held a big levee, Sir, Of which our double-page cartoon Will give you some idee, Sir. NCLE SAM he come to taown On Independence mornin’, Ez chipper ez the day when fust He give the British wait’. Their children come to where they sot Beneath approprit fixin’s; It was the most promiscus mix Of all promiscus mi ‘The older boys hed fit ’n’ bled Fur this gurlorious nation, YN? the young ’uns felt consid’ble peart On the elders’ reputation. Well, ‘t ain't no harm; the youthful bird Must do his bit of shriekin’; Et’s safe to say, shed trouble come He's not the kind to weaken. ‘These boys ain't free from buncombe's taint; But—view the question camly— Spite of the late onpleasantness ‘They air a happy fam'ly. P'raps that’s what Uncle Samuel thought | + When up they come a-pilin’; Each brung a birthday present, ez He entered, slick 'n’ smilin’, The South 'n’ West showed hum-made wine, Which looked quite ginu-ine, Though, jest to be conérary, Maine Brung laws agin all wine, Sir. One come out strong on cotton-bales; One, corn; one, ships; one, lumber; One bottled lightnin’, colicky Ez premature cowcumber. I guess each one held up his end (Or her'n, accordin’,) neatly, Bat one, the all fired purtiest gal Heat the hull craowd complete! ‘The Empire State, the Nation's Pride, Brung the immortal Puck, Sir— Langwidge is s‘perflus arter that— Jest name your usual :—Luc Purkerings. Hitton torpedoes, and Seligman crackers. are the latest names that have come into pyro: technical use. ‘Tis is somewhere about the season when | the deadhead newspaper-corréspondent discov- ered that, if there be an Elysium on earth, it is —it és Puddlecliff, New Jersey, where you get all the luxuries of city-life with the additional advantage of being within ten minutes walk of a railway station. “Goor vay, Moses. Vy—s'help me! my tear, how you vas shainged. Vouldn’t nefer haef known you!” “But my name is not Moses, sir.” “Kreat hefens, who would think it-. name shainged too?” ‘THe gleam of joy that illumines a man’s face as he feels in his vest-pocket and thinks he has got just one match left to light his cigarette with, is only equaled by the look of dire despair that settles upon his brow when he finds that that match is only a second-hand toothpick. Ever since the Seligman excitement, Mr. Solomon Isaacs, jr., remarks confidentially to | his father: ‘‘ Kess you'd petter not valk dis site of de rote, old shentlemens—all my frients vill dake me for a shoo.” He found out that it would go off. And now the precocious activity of his youthful mind may seek a vent in speculating whether the average small boy can sprout a second crop of fingers, and whether it is possible to be happy with only half an eyebrow to do duty for the full set. “Ty's a great comfort to find some place on earth where one may be clear of them Israelites and shopkeepers,” exclaimed Mrs. Wholesale Yardstick, on Monday last, as she settled down on a sofa in one of the parlors at the Grand Union. Hotel, Saratoga; “Juli-ah, me dear, come and set with me on this teetateet.”” Now:“home comes the “sweet girl” grad- uate” and takes off her robes of symbolic white and her accompanying smile of ineffable sweetness, and it is at once touching and beau- tiful to see how readily she enters upon the | monotonous round of domestic duties; and boxes her little brother’s ears, and scoops the bulk of the strawberries, and tells her little sis- ter to wash the dishes, just as sweetly and un- affectedly as if she hadn’t studied Greek and Latin, and as many ologies as she is years old. Who says our girls are spoiled by a college edu- cation? Aw exchange informs us that a woman in Borneo has married an ape. ‘This is as it should be, according to Darwin and Huxley. But which of our Fifth Avenue swells has been traveling in the Netherlands, India or among the Asiatic Islands? We have in vain scanned the columns of our fashionable contemporary, the Home Journal, for a full, true and particular account of the nuptials. Some newspapers are evidently weakening on enterprise. Bismarck is in trouble again. ‘his time it not about Ultramontanism, nor opposition in the Reichstag, nor Alsace and Lorraine, nor his resignation, nor the Eastern question, although some miserable jokers might say it is connected with ‘Turkey. But Bismarck has dis- graced himself by stealing Spring-chickers, and when his crooked penchant for poultry’ was gently hinted at, he, without consulting Von | Moltke as to the plan of the campaign, opened fire on the enemy with a rifle, and was locked up for his pains. But yesterday the word of Bismarck might have stood against the world, and now there are none so poor to do him reverence. Bismarck still languishes in jail—the Emperor William does not obtain his release— Gortschakoff ignores him—and MacMahon has not even sent a telegram of sympathy—but it’s not the man you mean, for this chicken-stealer lives in New Jersey. 's ‘THe reason why Demosthenes, the famous Grecian orator, shaved off his beard on one side of his face, and went into temporary re- tirement thereafter, is not generally knowa. But the researches of modern historians have proved that he had to do it, because he would try to light a pin-wheel from the fusee-side. ‘THERE was a small boy with a cracker: And if business should ever grow slacker, His father will send For the copper-toed end ‘That probably fell in Malacca. comicbooks.com