Puck — July 4, 1877 — page 7: what you’re looking at

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PUCK. THE BUTTERFLY OF FASHION—WHAT HE WILL COME TO. o our oa jo get f hi ° roof, ‘T'S V y of a frying-pan in which was being cooked . yesn’t GRANT'S VISIT TO WINDSOR CASTLE. | one ‘bacon ‘The Duchesves of Sutherland Answeys for the Auvious. WO OF Grant and his party arrived before the | and Wellington, Tommy Biddulph, Beatrice, - of proper time—Victoria wasn't in—she’d just | and sven the ‘oclebrated, John Bro, seamed | X. Y.—Accepted with thanks. um. one down town to get some more tatoes and | entirely cows in spirit, and spoke only in} i i peci- Kponcesterthire sauce. as the cook bad got up on | Whispers.. Victoria suddenly caught sight of the | gg-,)* M—Vour verses will be wed when occasion fae her ear and refused to do any extra marketing, | exbvesident S on re there, are vert said shes] Jaconvo;—* May'you Gill at ber Olben wih vote poeta imbs and said she wasn’t going to stay in sucha place | “wait till I get through, then I will give!) ye" can just 9 i that if people were always being invited to dinner, | you a shake.” She then went to the scullery,| Ye Cis call thats alle We will vee you — to be unless Victoria raised her wages. “You can’t | Put her hands and face under the running tap,| _R. G. P—Vour jokes were first made in the middle- pool imagine what an unreasonable missis she is,” | and dried them on a jack-towel. “Now then, | *8* and, howeres greet ¢ respect ¥e.ree7 have ama hows said’ the cook to me, in-a confiding manner. | General, you'll excuse pot-luck, but— drat you, | ‘wes humor that is mouldy won't do for our paper. oung Grant, too, got a little out of temper at the | Beatrice, what are yer doin’ with them taters?” M. M.—Mora hes fet published, in his usually excel- but delay of dinner, and, after he'd lighted a cigar, | She was about to put the satcepai on the not | lent style, a picture of Mr. and Mrs. President Hayes. It ich. remarked that the house was a preity snide sort | overclean_ table-cloth. Notwithstanding this| is gx! picture to get. Tt has no stamps on foreheads, Miss Of shebang for a Queen to run—not even a | exhibition of temper, Her Majesty appeared | in round ley but it is bright leasceh for azyboayey fter- spittodh to be seen. | inclined to become good-humored, and when} PONCE. SO nat ; ther Victoria at last was seen coming along the | the whole party was seated the conversation | ,_J4¥#s/7. W-— We lose noting ip acknowledging the | | court-yard, carrying a large market-basket full | became quite animated. The ménu consisted Taea. (abe Henares ea maa hae May 1st) and ”| | of choice vegetables, bought in honor of Grant, | of corned beef and cabbage, liver and bacon, | jt will probably be read and passed on somewhere about | "The Queen wore a green and blue cotton-print | boiled potatoes, French beans, washed down | the middle of January next. | dress, an old coarse straw-bonnet, a large ; With Old Tom Gin and British Brandy. The! yy ¢. yy, 5 ae bandana handkerchief round her neck, and | Queen took hers in a tumbler and said: “We antiyne of sonethingeor go out, totihe boundless the regulation “Mrs. Gamp” gingham um- | don’t dine here every day—but I thought you! prairie with a sledge-hammer and kill seventeen-year | | the brella, She immediately made for the kitchen, | wouldn’t mind the kitchen—as you Yanks are | locusts for exercise. That may cure you of your weakness the when her aide-de-camp, Sit Thomas Biddulph, | accustomed to this sort of thing.” She then| for such rhymesas « haggard” and ** ragged,” + Stewart ” ates astonished her with the information that Grant | called for John Brown to bring the pipes and| 2nd "to." Hub, even after you are cured, don’t | had already arrived, baccy, telling Grant she couldn’t afford cigars, | “*88le with verse again, for fear of a relapse, an “Now, ain't you a nice man, Tommy Bid- | Victoria filled her meerschaum, Grant lit a Bewte Istx,—Madam, we have always had the sincerest ran dulph, for an aidy-camp,” roared the Queen, | London straw, and puffed away in silence—| respect for your lovely sex, ‘but it receives a severe blow “Dinner won't be ready’ for an hour or two. | there was certainly ample food for reflection. when adorable sworn sends ws contribution like your oe What made that Yankee sojer come so early 3 | That the monarch of the Empire in which the] Por"nartsh we mast be pormited to hint that fading oes It’s some of your beastly blundering. You | sun never sets, and through whose veins courses| from the extensiveness of your feet, you ought to date, ||| know, or you ought to know, that I’m obliged | the blood of the Plantagenets and Stuarts, | from, somewliere about St. Louis. turn to peel these taters myself, and make the apple- | should dine in the kitchen, and condescend to] iy yy, yy, rime fh dumplings. I won't keep’ such a stupid fellow | cook her own dinner, was something that could | graph. Ifyou like i, print it: We joke leatcae ee any longer—you can take a month’s notice,” | but have the effect of entirely upsetting in) Tt is not roaringly, tearingly, ripstavingly, pe statens, this And Victoria, shying her crown (she always | American minds the vulgar notion of the rigid] funny, but it has a point and a handle, and that com- 1 of carries it in her pocket) at Biddulph’s head, | etiquette and exclusiveness, and of the pomp, | bination constitutes a paragraph, You ask if we wish the fiounced into the back kitchen. The cook’ | pride and circumstance of a royal household. | 3% more. | Yes, if they are good. But don’t send. any 5 having relented, offered to help the Queen with | Grant, when he retired, and as he lay on al (aocathatie Veiled Hottet af Khorsena ne or the dinner; but Victoria, being mad, declined | straw-mattress and pulled the burlaps counter-| "7 : ra er, assistance. She, however, called Princess Bea- | panes over his manly form, thought that there| | Cuntstorims.—Vour paragraph is interesting; it is id: trice and said: ‘Just take a rough-dried towel | might be something in existence less pretent-| wey, 20001 sows 9 ight nen) 19 monotony ci- to Grant—I know that impudent creature, the | ious than even republican simplicity. Jo eed Bat just at ts seaion oo eis aot re lishing Duchess of Wellington, hasn’t ironed any of paragraphs 10 serial orm. If we printed your fem about fe this week’s wash; and that Sutherland Duchess = the raspberries in weekly instalments of, say, four or five re is very little better—I'll get new ladies of the columns, we might get through with it about December; iS bedchamber at once, And, Beatrice, just see RESIGNATION. but ¢hen, you know, it would scarcely be what you would ic that some of them gals has emptied the slops in . scsi pees Paha Sheth the bedrooms.” (Ske ILLusTRATION, PAGE 11.) M. A. L.—It was quite unnecessary to tell us that you a in Giant felt rather uncomfortable, as the bed = were Solonnie memorseien ceguicied Gil cote he a the spare-room wasn’t made, and he couldn’t No woman's heart, no woman's tender love, | of the Declaration of Independence, and made further aR find any blacking or brushes to shine his boots. | interesting by a brief autobi hical sketch, in order At last a slovenly maid-of-all-work sung out to | ee to tell us that you had sent us arcontribution, Th 50 him that dinner was on the table in the kitchen, | _ Devotion to sacred power above, | printed every word you could, “Then youstuck yorrname | | of as the painters and paperhangers were in the The church my wife. | in eight or ten places in the ‘Then you said «*did” | | te other. rooms and everything was at sixes and | 4b, ther is sadnes ia mine isolation; | is every secon ine dd cing ci ciara it i yet a sweet voice whis} ignation. ." y \” “distilled,” : | seescerccrere rience gt) Mr ae coe ee eee eee at | at tee : fe | Then Jet me tum from earthly joy and hope, nicely cut and sewed, and sithough ft is proper to imitates f) te there were two three-legged stools, and, in ay JO, Per the example of Puck in most things, yet it was not neces- i honor of Grant, an American chair with back- | And earthly pain, sary—not absolutely necessary, that is—to make up your ee rail off, an empty Babbitt soap-box, and an And in a life of vaster, nobler scope jeantocipt faPice fom And furthermore and ‘asty, ‘ bt 2 quality of your verses gave you away. Still, a OnIBAEY Catnp stool, The Queen stood at the He born agains pee don't Tose all hope. Amarr pas iotlh of | ing fire, ever and anon wiping her royal Adieu all sorrow! Welcome desolation; embryonic development. You may become somethin; | brow with a dish-clout, and holding the handle Come, holy calm; come Resignation! yet, if you are only sufficiently in earnest about it. = | comicbooks.com