Puck, 1877-08-15 · page 4 of 16
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This page contains three distinct sections: **"Friendship's Watch,"** a poem about waiting for a friend; **"A Faded Rose,"** another poem about lost love; and **"Answers for the Curious,"** an advice column responding to reader questions. The most substantive content is **"Puck's Personal Intelligence"** and **"Puck's Commercial Intelligence,"** which appear to be gossip and market commentary. These discuss financial matters (croton water, whiskey prices, pork markets, oats) and social observations about wealthy New Yorkers, their business dealings, and personal scandals—typical satirical fodder for Puck's audience of urban, educated readers interested in society gossip and economic news. No specific political figures or dated events are clearly identifiable on this page.
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4 FRIENDSHIP’S WA‘ TCH. HALE an hour to wait YB Before Ais sweethean’s yate— FQ That other fellow's— A sense of solitude No weed, however good, Entirely mellows. Within, in surreptitions, Eostatic, dear, delicious Delights he revels 1 linger lone outside, In friendship bound to bide, Prey to blue devils. O chum of mine within, Wooing, so sure to wi Spite of her father! Some time ere next November May it please you to remember I'm restless—rather. And thou whom Jack implores, Think of Jack’s friend outdoors, Serving thee, his way Breathe one soft prayer above, ‘That Fate may send, or Love, Some fair mand this way. Some girl with time to waste— Dainty—1 trust thy taste, “Thou who petite art— But make her very Like—Jove!—lik ‘Thank you, Jack's sweetheart! fair, that one there— 5 PERSONAL INTELLIGENCE, BY OUR OWN HERALD. PUCK'S ‘Tue average swain avoids instinctively the stern parient. ‘This leads the Avalanche to ex- claim that the ball base editor is a thing of beauty and a joy forever. Cuarces Francis ApaMs could never “shake hands across the bloody chasm” because the other man would have his hand frost-bitten. Oakey Haut has gone to Bulgaria to become an atrocity for which position he is well qualified. Lorenzo Morisini, the last of the Zribunes, has been adopted by Jay Gould, who will act as his protector. _ L. M. is in stature six feet, and hs 300 pounds, more or less. Wues in the course of human events the yrshopper went west, and the potato-bug and Colorado beetle took their summer v: the man with the new patent in lightning-rods. He was not molested, but some of the towns- people said as they packed their trunks for de- parting, that it was scarcely the fair thing to have all their inflictions at once, especially since both banks had failed, the county-treasurer defaulted, and two suspected deacons were or- ganizing a revival movement. ‘Twey loved each other, though he seemed (9 put more animation into it than she did. rhe parents, however, were adverse, and so they stated. ‘Then the young man haunted the river-bank and became morose, and wrote epics. ‘The young woman wept. When Cassander heard this,“he sent her the following epistle: “T call you Dolly for the last time. We shall never meet again, We have been all in all to each other. I shall bear your loss with as much fortitude as possible. We all must come to it. | One plunge in thesilent stream, and all is over. How we shall miss you! I shall continue at the store as heretofore.” cation | there arose in the quiet hamlet of Wauseon | PUCK. A ‘FADED ROS ee oa — IRPAWAS in June time, wh And al noon time oS T sat basking in the sun, Softly cree| sadiy weeping, ‘To my chamber came the one, Fair of features, Hest of creatures, Whom I joy to call my own. “Why this grieving ?” Said I, heaving Loud a sympathizi Sure, my dearest, "Tis the queerest Sight that e'er on earth was seen, You a-sighing, And a-crying. Who have always joyous been. Why so whitely, And unsightly, Look thy cheeks —where is their blown? Where their roses, Holy Moses! What portends their shroud of yy ‘Thy once mellow Shin is yellow, Heavens! it cannot, must mot be, That this sighing Shows thee dyi Darling, / will die with thee Tell me, Rela, Tell a fellar, Why dost loc Said she, # Billy, Don't be silly, Don't you see I'm out of paint?” Jas. RK. Camrnent Puck Orrice, ‘Tuesday, August 14th. USINESS has been wonderfully brisk in Croton water. Whiskey goes down well with those who drink it. Lager retains its price of five cents per glass, although we hear of sales of schooners at the same” price. Pork is very much in sympathy with hogs. Oates is quiet, and will continue so until she has another hack at opéra-bouffe. Asis are not in demand by dust-carts. Large stocks are held in Five Points and ‘Tenth Avenue houses. Beeswax is not so firm, owing to the hot weather. ‘This is remarkable, as the bees have struck for higher pay, have deposed their queens, and issued a declaration of independence, A Puck reporter was sent to interview a prominent member of the Centennial mead hives on Broad- way, and received stinging replies to his ques tions. He went home. | Corres is still weak. We regret to say, we've found it so for several mornings past at break- st; and if the landlady can’t make it better, we shall be compelled to fall back on Bourbon. Sales last week, by our grocer (to us), consisted of half-a-pound Maracaibo for 12 cents, which will be paid for a month after convenience, unless he, the corner-grocer, fortunately bursts up in the meantime. Copper is scarce with us, as are some other coined metals. We don't expect to see any copper until we change one of the thousand- | dollar bills next Saturday when we receive our week's salary. Daves are very much so in our market. We've half-a box of seidlitz powders we'll sell cheap. juniper” bottle is quite empty. Camphor has been sold at five cents a lump; we bought it to keep the moths out of our clothes. N.B. A lump is about the size of a piece of chalk. Featuers are as light as ever, and there is no prospect of their getting cheaper—although it is reported that some brakemen, among whom was Mr. Hildebrandt Montrose, used them to strike with, ‘Tapioca is cheap and very abundant, Tarry freely offered. No takers. ‘Teas —Our wife is as great as ever. strong. Market Auswers for the Anrious. CaLyrse.—Collapse t DUGALD.—We will try to use it. AMATEUR, Hasetrine A. W.—We don't like to use slang—but—yeu git! J. AxtnoNy J.—Not bad; but we think you can do beiter. | J losTE rte jst 1, » dollars. fa HAwk.—-Don “Try again, Your name settles yor, She did, and she will again, —We wouldu't have it if you paid us say in our midst” I's not Veiglish Vassar 3: He is not mar About 39 oF 4¢ ite the thing It is his real name. 2: ed. 4: I would not be EUREKA. You may have found it; if we have, We allude to the joke in ye Freszrp.—Oh, she don't care a continental we'll be blessed F article. es you—or she doesn’t love you—we Ask hin ask Mr. Dana TY rapher 2” should think RK. 1. Re have that er the inside t Kor. Have you the stuff in you for a para. Well, from the sample of stuff sent us, we ou had. Tame doesn't thyme with as iddea, that's where I win, and if you usudly has got ck « Cortyaky.—What under the sun ¢ Beek hin 1 doing-up_ horseradish did up horscradisle in our lives. We suppose up just as you do up shirts and pillow-cases, thi you suppose We never ou de it al such survived the con yrs, we should probably ake on it. Mut, unless you have are by this time sitting on the dleting disconsolately why you UiInnai—Hf we th steuction of that paragray have some critic a castiron conscience, ye side of Jordan, Wo othe did it. ry out your threat, and come this office with any Indian Storie we'll regard you asa hostile Comanche, and wpen a paign with ihe office shears that will’ make you thi you've struck Captain Jack and Wild Bill ard the San xuinary Slayer of the Sierras, all together. Dexvek.—If you © fooling al A. Peete ncitt.—Now we know the name of the lew out the ‘ the some nr with the woman who lit the fire with We can trace very clearly the those two got ahead of n wh distantly connecte Kerosene 2 Don't deny it | family waits. Only here's whe you, J. A.—they died. Neauae G.W.-IE your object itt sending us How Ho Kisses Me" was to tantalize us, you have missed it, | We flatter ourselves that we can sling the gay and festive osculation ourselves in about ay neat and artistic a style ly else, and if you wish to give uy the chan we will double-discount your you and beat hi half a length, any day in the week. Bakni- Bhrue.— We had a respect for your namesake, a highly commendable way of discouraging ales. But the family must have run down ve produced, in this generation, a poct who ily amorous verses as yours on * My If your litle darling rose to any on you ard, youare! who had | superttuous fearfully to ha drivels forth such fe tile Darlin purpose, s writing these nes, Yorcre a healthy Uluel Fines.—We recognize your paragy ‘ops, then but a callow youth, sat with the site ofthe pyramid a.terwards 1 memorate his fame, he whispered that paragraph inher ear, and she blush smiled and Tooked down and | said, with the melodious giggle of girlhood: “Oh dear, you newspaper-men are so funny.” But both grew older And wiser in after years, and we will not publish your paragraph, fur fear it might touch a tender chord in her heart, and awaken pain! Cheops, you will remember, weakened disgracefully before the wedding. day, comicbooks.com