Puck — March 13, 1878 — page 3: what you’re looking at

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and undisguised manliness, burst forth upon a wonder-stricken world. He was a pro- mising child, and, what is much more to the point, he has kept his promises. He has cause to congratulate himself. But with his customary modesty, he doesn’t. He allows everybody else to do the congratulating. He merely hides his blushes behind the ulster he discards with the birth of spring, and invites you to read the kind words that have been sent him: e a is a year since Puck, in all his graceful oH From THE PRESIDENT. Dear Puck: Ishake your hand. In fact, I shake your hand several times. You area brave boy. Keep it up. Iam.not afraid of Pana—or Conkling —o1 anybody, ‘while you are with me. Bless you, my child, and may you live a thousand years. “I drink your health—in water. Youcan drink mine in what you please. Yow are not married, In truth and tenderness yours, Rutnir B. Haves. From THE Czar. WINTER PALACE, St. PETERSHUKE, February 20, (U.S.) 1878. Alexanderovitch Czaroff ofkoff allimoff the Russiasapol greetsacow Prince PuckavitcH onakoff hisavitch birthdayokoff. Hemoffshould- asvitch drawkoff itoff mildavitch inapol hisimoff cartoonsikoff aboutoff Ri vitch, From Lorp BEACONSFIELD. Downie Srreer, Loxpon. ‘The Earl of Beaconsfield, on behalf of Her Majesty's Government, tenders to Lord Puck cordial felicitations on this the anniversary of his natal day. Her Majesty’s Government views with feelings of no little satisfaction the course that Lord Puck has, in his wisdom, seen fit to adopt with regard to European politics, especially those questions which have had a direct and indirect bearing on the foreign policy of Great Britain. - - Her Majesty the Queen (Empress of India) would be pleased to confer on Lord Puck the vacant Garter; although Her Majesty is in doubt as to whether stockings form part of the wearing apparel of Lord Puck. From Presipent MACManon. Parts, rer Mars, 1878. Mon cher Puck: Je t'adore: je t’aime de tout mon cceur— dans une corne. - Tu t’es déja plusieurs fois moqué de moi; mais je verrai ga, et je Virai deux de mieux. Tu es un snousseur. Je te ferai remarquer que.ton gilet te sied trés mal: tire-le en-dessous: et veuille marcher en dehors sur ton oreille. ‘Tu sais toicmeme comme ga’est. Adieu! Tu peux te fouiller. Je te donne mon autorisation royale-impériale-republicaine. Agréez, mon cher, l’assurance renouvelée de la consideration Ia plus distinguée dans laquelle jai l’honneur d’etre Ton trés humble et trés-obéissant serviteur, MacMauon. | hard! From THE Cominc Dictator. [Zelegram.] Osuxosu, P. E. 48: One year old! Hit *em I'm with you! When the crash comes we'll both be there. Confucius exploded! Toledo 29th! Russian Bath vs. Demonology. I send you an epigram: Is there a Hell? This world is vain pretence. Pay a dollar with 92 cents G.F. T. 49 words collect. From Her. My Own Puck: 5 You dear little fellow! Are you really and truly one year old? You don’t know how glad Tam—I love you so much—and I think—you are too sweet for anything. Do you love me in return just the least little, “7//e, tiny bit? Oh, say you do, piease’ I'm such a giddy girl, I know, I say all sorts of things I oughtn’t to; but you'll forgive me—won't you?—because we can't all be as azfully wise and /earned as you are! Good-bye! A thousand, thousand, thousand kisses from your own Susan B. A, Pyxaain or Cugors, From A HERo. Kupra Katen, Marzé 10, 1878. Puckijicu: Plepotené karadéij schulami istich Asti Bul- grodich jimpl kute smérgi pik emmiip palas- karjorjphirannassistrenni jij. Schjokasch, Ljupopraticu. [From the above we infer that Mr. Ljubo- bratich still lives. ments of the seasonijijivich.—Ep. Puck.] From THE Port oF THE INEFFABLE ‘OUNAY-LES-O1FS, 2 Mars, 1878, Cher et adorable enfant! La lumiére fut. ‘Troie fut. Je fus. ‘Tu es. Agamemnon n’est plus. Nous sommes. Devant ta gloire la mienne s’éteint. Des ombres du passé je tesalue. Je courbemon échine poetique et je te donne le baiser du passé-defini. Psst! Boum! Les si¢cles éclatent. Il fait froid aujourd’hui. Je vais chauffer mes pieds. ‘Yon bouleversé Huco. From THE Rev, Henry Warp BEECHER. My Poor Puck: Iam sorry that one so young should be so depraved. You have the making of a noble institution in you—but what you lack is true inwardness. Pause in your iniquitous flight, and consider the lilies how they grow. But you have my sympathy (I buy two copies every week and pity you). Henry Warp BEECHER. Prysourn Cuurcn. From Prince Bismarck. Lieber Puck: Du bist ein kleiner Schelm, aber ich hab’ Dich doch ungeheuer gern. Schade, dass ich nicht Englisch schreiben kann, doch kannst Du Dir dies vom deutschen Puck iibersetzen lassen. Ich bin jetzt zu sehr mit der europiischen Frage beschiftigt, um Dir einen lingeren Brief zu schreiben, ich kann aber nicht umhin, Dir zu bemerken, dass, wenn Du so fortfahrst, Du ein Mann sein wirst, before your mother—oder au! Deutsch—go it, ole felier, like a son-of-a-gun. Dein ergebenster BISMARCK. Berwin, 1. Marz 1878. We return him the compli- | From THE Count JoANnnes, Esteemed Contemporary: If. Moreover, in this particular, I—as is al- ready known from my warm personal intimacy with divers and sundry dukes, counts and princes—beg leave to add my best and most personal congratulations to you and each, all and every one of your staff. As my old friend Evarts said to me when, on a memorable occa- sion for. the Drama, I played Claude Melnotte in Boston to the largest audience accunulated in a theatre in that city before or since that time: “ Ail Desperandum!" Gerorce, Count PALaTINE JOANNES. From tHE AuTHOR oF Dotorgs. Lamrsacus, March 8th, '78. As a sun to the sheen of the starlight Is Puck to the Phun and the Punch: With eyes opened we own that they are light— And thou the boss bug of the bunch! What ailed us to follow old fashion, - When thee 'neath the chin we could chuck We hail the arisen, O rash ’un! Prize-packageous Puck. ALGERNON CHARLES SWINBURNE. From THE SULTAN oF ‘TURKEY. THY SERAGLIO, PERA. ByAhe beard of the Prophet Kismet, there is but one Puck, and Keppler is his artist. It is the will of Allah that our august ally the Czar takes charge of us, his servant—when Pasha Puck has for twelve moons illumined the world | with wisdom. Peace be unto you, May you } live a thousand years—and your circulation never grow less. Hamp. From Henry M. STANLEY. [ Zelegram] HERALD Bureau, PARis, | Am very busy with maps of Africa, but must | send my congratulations on your birthday. I could never have crossed Africa, or discovered he source of the Congo without you. While | thousands of natives were falling from the effect of my explosive bullets, 1 read your immortal | pages and felt happy. . H. M., Srantey, P.S, ‘The ladies of Ujiji'use Puck for bustles. From Cuas. A. Dana. Puck: | You ask me for a letter of congratulation on your anniversary. All I have to say in return |is, D—— your anniversary. The stamp of, | fraud is on your —— brow in big letters. Cnas. A. Dana, Suy Orrice, Marcu 6. Puck must add in conclusion that although he can scarcely endorse many of the sentiments | expressed in the foregoing he cannot but fee overcome with pride to think that his first birthday should have sostirred the sea of public | opinion, The first step to greatness is to be spoken about and thought of. What is spoken | and qwéat is thought are matters of minor con- sideration. The mere fact that Puck is now | launched ‘upon his second volume is sufficient testimony that his friends far outnumber his foes! But in those words that have long done duty in many a noble cause —in words that still shall guide us on our glad career—virtue-is its own reward, In the knowledge of which truth Puck wraps himself up in his mantle (figura- tively) of rectitude and renders thanks for favors—past, present, and future. 315700 comicbooks.com