Puck — March 13, 1878 — page 5: what you’re looking at

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RONDEAU. HE sweets of love—enraptured oft I turn rou To those bright days when joyous I did eam Love glances from those eyes of matchless blue, And kisses from those crimson labials, too. Ah! that sweet hour doth e’er my bosom burn, When speechlessly we lingered in the fern, And watched the amorous sun in smiles adjourn, While thrilled our souls, in twilight’s violet hue, ‘The sweets of love. Full oft thy rose-tipped features I discern In visions warm; to hold thy hand I yearn, And live again our little romance through, Untrammeled by the rude paternal shoe, Which varied things when, with thee, I did le: The sweets of love. R. K. Mengirrricn. FITZNOODLE IN AMERICA. No. L. wesr: BURGH. Ya-as, the twain had wattled along atatolerwable wate of speed, and the carwiage in which I was twying to sleep wocked about a gweat deal —so that I weally don’t think I got any pwoper west. Jack and I got up and en- deavored to dwess. A doosid nuisance, yer know--was a long time finding my dwawers and aw other articles of apparwel. I put on my twousers the wong way, yer know—awfully awkward, yer know—while a negwo fellaw was waiting to make the aw sleeping arwangements into ordinarwy seats. Devilish difficult, too, at the extweme end of the car, to bwush one’s hair and bwing the aw watah in the necessarwy pwoximity to one’s face. After these twibulations we sat down waiting for the twain to arwive at the beginning of the West—which, I believe, is called Pittsburgh, for two weasons, After aw Pitt, who, aw everwybody knows, was a gweat Bwitish statesman, and because there is a gweat number of aw pits in this neighborwhood, where fellaws amuse themselves by digging out varwi- ous kinds of materwial. ‘The countwy we were wolling along thwough weminded me verwy much of the “Black Countwy " at home, aw belongs to my welative Dudley, yer know, Saw a considerwable supply of bwick and irwon chimneys, and a gweat deal of smoke and machinerwy—but these aw things pwobably pwesent a bettah appearwance at night. Still aw it’s doosid gwatifying to see so much industwy in a stwange countwy, Severwal people on the twain had their bweakfast at Pittsburgh. ‘There is quite a large shed, wejoicing in the name of a dépot, in which they undergo this aw operwation—but Jack, an Amerwican fwiend of hisy and myself, dwove in a carwiage to a hotel near a wiv The hotel has a verwy curwious name—doosi odd, by Jove—it sounds something like Money- go-high-low, but I’m not sure if that’s wight; perwhaps, after all, it has some weferwence to the monetarwy policy of the manufacturwing distwicts of aw Amerwica. Amerwicans appear to think it an awfully good joke, yer know, to make humorwous wemarks about the aw weathah we have in Gweat Bwitain. ‘hey say it always wains there, and that is the weason an English fellaw nevah goes out he-ah without an umbwellaw; and then they also speak of the aw fogs. Now this is, ‘pon my soul, quite too awfully widicu- TRIP TTS lous, yer know. TT! maw foggy and aw beastly than the aw nastiest wegion at the East End of London—are some poverty-stwicken places+ there, yer know. I weally cannot stand the smoke fwom the manu- factorwies he-ah. It interferes with my bweath- ing arwangements—so shall twy some othah west as soon as pwacticable. But I shall per- whaps tweat a little maw of Patbug when I wite again aw. NEWSPAPER NOTES ‘Tue Derrick continues to hoist itself into | popularity, Criswell still turns the playful paragraph and toys with the discriminatin; irons, and generally trims the petroleum-fed lamp’ of his cheery humor, that sheds a lustre | over Oil City. ‘The “Far Cosrrisutor’s” Shadow grows no less; and the wit and humor of his Satus- day Night illumine the porcine metropolis as brightly as ever. The F.C. himself has recently got the bulge on Esop with a new batch of fables, with modern improvements. Tue Bavtinore Every Saturday is a read- able and a well-managed paper. It is an honor to Saturday and a plea in favor of Baltimore, We are glad to learn that it has passed its first birthday, built an extension to its waste-basket, and is happy. ‘Tne Porcupine, of Boston, discharges its quills with effect, but with a certain irregularity in point of time. Never mind. All young papers have their trials, and the comic ones are apt to have them badly. But the Jorcu- pine has only to be virtuous and it will be | happy. ‘This isan invariable rule in journalism. Peraut us to call attention to the fact that the Philadelphia Bud/etin upheld the honor of Philadelphia and of the paragraphic business | gold and silver fight. Truth, at present crushed to earth, will copy and credit those paragraphs, and the Bulletin will be solid with her when she rises again. Mr. Cuarves F. Pivcin, under the name of P. Ginn, has P. Gunn a serious of humorous sketches in the columns of the Boston Society, which in its new form is a very handsome pa- per. Mr. Pidgin is known as an American Dramatist, but this does not militate against the fact that he is a clever writer and a com- | petent critic. ‘Tne EveninG TELEGRAM owns a dramatist, a poet, a theatrical critic, a paragrapher, a pair of shears inspired with a lofty yearning for the good; and indeed, everything that a well ap- pointed journal could desire, including a large | circulation. ‘This last item is one eminently | calculated to make things pleasant in the news- | paper business. ‘Tne Eveninc Matt, in its new form, keeps up an honest double-standard of newsi and literary merit. It boasts a talented Editorial Spinner, who is ably seconded by a scissors on whose perspicacity and keen appreciation we have already commented. We are probably not opening up any hitherto undiscovered mines of information when we remark that the Evening Mail is a good paper. BreNTANo has published, in neat pamphlet form, “Our Parks” by “A. Physician,” being certain papers recently read before the N. Y. Academy of Sciences. ‘Their object is to inti- mate to the people of this city, in the mildest possible way, that public parks are good things to have around, that they are conducive to the general health, and that the original idea of their foundation was not to supply asylums for shaky militia regiments. We would respect- fully urge the advisability of taking the hint. THE MOMENTOUS QUESTION OF SPRING BONNETS. Brown's Wire: ‘One word more, dear. Ropinson’s Wire: devote the whole day to it.”” “QO, I couldn't decide at once. paw, iN Would you trim it with blue feathers?” Come to me to-morrow, and we'll comicbooks.com