Puck, 1877-08-29 · page 7 of 16
Puck — August 29, 1877 — page 7: what you’re looking at
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The page features two silhouette figures labeled "Tra-la-la and Too-ra-loo" performing a comic song-and-dance duet. The male figure (left) and female figure (right) exchange sung verses about being "traditional" peasants traveling the world together, with nonsense syllables as a refrain. This appears to be theatrical satire—likely mocking sentimental operetta or musical-comedy tropes popular in the era. The exaggerated silhouettes and absurdist lyrics parody the overwrought romanticism and false "folk authenticity" that characterized stage performances of the period. The page also includes gossipy items about theater figures and a poem titled "Nocturne." The overall content targets contemporary entertainment culture and its pretensions.
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Sithsueties Hr. aera the regular GS Hacha-ha! tract Caroling is my only ‘Yratacda, lala! ee As in glee through the world I go, Vra-la-la, Uralio! ‘Together through the world let's go, Ha-ha-ha, ho-ho-ho, Singing tooral-u ‘Tooral-uralio. PUCK’S PERSONAL INTELLIGENCE. Cartes O'Conor is at the North Carolina Warm Springs, but there is no truth in the rumor that he is waiting there for Chas. Francis Adams. Samuet McKeever, the talented critic of the. Zelegram, will certainly exhaust his fertile fancy if he doesn’t let up on those beautiful literary notices: of the Aquarium every ‘Thurs- “day’afternoon, Mr, Moony, lingering in pious retirement at Northfield, reads the criticisms on ‘“ Pink Domi- | nos”. and the Lydia’Thompson Troupe, and exclaims, with a new and original inflection: “What wil/ the harvest be?” Scnencx, the well-known German editor and*} author of the celebrated work called .“ New | Yorker Plaudereien,” is now ed on a val. uable treatise entitled,.“Central Friends,” ! would | wouldn’t be safe to make that offer to a para- Vv. ‘TRA-LA-LA AND ‘TOO-RA-LOO. asd Sang =x. SHE. I'm the traditional peasant-maid, ‘Yooral-looral-la! ¥ joy! ‘Truly rural is, my trade, ‘Tooral-looral-lat With my jug of china-blue, Let_me just say, tooral-loo! He. ‘Tooral-loo, uralio, Tooral-looral-o! ralio! Born. ‘Tooral-loo, tra-lasla, Ho-ho, ha-ha, ‘he-ho-hat ‘Tra-la-la, tooral-loo, Uralio, Oraliut It treats of monkeys, baboons, and other of his distinguished kinsmen. | Francis Murpuy and John B. Gough are sworn friends, and have been seen walking arm- in-arm talking temperance. When Gough breaks out into rhapsodic strains, and says that on the silvery stream of temperance the soul of | man, like.a golden ship, sails beautifully along to a harbor of peaceful bliss, Murphy exclaims, “€Put it there!” and they clasp hands in affec- | tionate brotherhood. The bonds of abstinence are strong and strange. A GOVERNMENT clerk has been found in Switzerland, who refused an offer from some lers of $12,000 to hold his tongue. It grapher in this dull season. SHE. Yes, together, we'll carol free, Who so happy.and gay as we? NOCTURN. 1 through thy wreathes, ‘The summer moon shines softly, Sue, HEN bower that ,woodbine Ww And sweet o'er earth the zephyr breathes, ‘The drooping daffodil to woo; When nature seems in tune for lovers, And birds are mute within the trees, ~ And sweet the tranquil moonbeam hovers, Upon the starland’s argosies; u When bounteously the balmy air With exquisite aroma tems, And you, O! my lady mine, prepare To gently glide to rosy dreams, Wherein you see rich jewels shining On meads of fresh-blown violets, I pray, my sweet, before recli ‘Look well to the mosquito pena R. K. Munkermic comicbooks.com