Puck — September 4, 1878 — page 2: what you’re looking at

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PUCK. “PUCK”. no. 13 North William Street, New York. FOR SALE BY ALL NEWS DEALERS. Terms Jo Susscripers. SPECIAL NOTICES. Pvcx will hereafter be on Sale in London, at the News Agency of Messrs, HENRY F. GILLIG & CO., 449, Strand, Charing Cross. Puck may be had in Saratoga at BRENTANO’S new store, opposite Congress Park. Americans in Paris, hitherto reduced to “Punch”. Fun" and “Judy”. will now find their natural paper on file at the “Herald” Office, 49 Avenue de I'Opéra. 36 Remittances by Money Order, etc., are to be addressed to Kerrier & SCHWARZMANN. COME TO STAY. Wit this number Puck closes his third volume. He closes it sustained and soothed by the reflection that he has an absolute certainty of opening his fourth. There is no consideration so potent as this to induce perfect peace of mind and sweetness of disposition in a well-regulated paper. Hence the tranquil amiability that has always characterized Puck. In the course of the half-year just closed, Puck finds much upon which to congratulate himself. He flatters himself that he has lost none of his many excellent friends in the pro- fession and among the public; he has passed through a superlatively purgatorial summer with- out unnecessary floridity of language; and he feels nicely braced up for the coming winter. Being thus serene, he wishes an equal seren- ity to all around him; and promises to be as bright, as beautiful and as bumptious in the next volume as he has been in those preceding. The country is safe. CARTOONS. Tue Democrats reach for the stakes In a way that is ratherish funny. In the platform their party makes ‘The Democrats reach for the stakes— Their financial point is—you takes Your choice, and you gets your money. The Democrats reach for the stakes In a way that is ratherish funny. Too great variety of bricks Interferes with the building of Babel. ‘The architects get in a fix ‘Through too great variety of bricks: Each individual sticks THE BALLADE OF THE SUMMER-BOARDER. Ler all m.n living on earth take heed, For their own soul’s sake, to a thyme well meant; Writ so that he who runs may read— We are the folk that a-summering went, Who while the year was young were bent— Yea, bent on doing this self-same thing Which we have done unto some extent. This is thé end of our summering, We are the folk who would fain be freed From wasteful burdens of rate and rent— From the vampire agents’ ravening breed — We are the folk that a summering went. Who hied us forth when the Summer was blent With the fresh faint sweetness of dying Spring A-seeking the meadows dew-besprent— This ts the end of our summering. For O for the waiters that must be fee’d; And our meal-time neighbor, the traveling gent;” And the youth next door with the ophicleide! We are the folk that a-summering went! Who from small bare rooms wherein we were pent, While birds their way to the southward wing, Come back, our money for no good spent— This is the end’ of our summering, Envou. Citizens! list to our sore lament— While the landlord’s hands to our raiment cling— We are the folk that a-summering went : This is the end of our summering Wuen Casabianca “stewed on the burning deck" we suppose he was stewing up cherries. —Hawkeye. Not any. He was putting up a boss speech for the school-boys.—Fond du Lac Reporter, Not atall. He was ‘canning anxi- ously the distant horizon. Not a jam bit. He preserved his equanimity. Von Biitow, the pianist, is mentioned as a possible successor to Thomas in the leadership of the Philharmonic. This can never be. First, because he wouldn’t come, and secondly, is it not nearly axiomatic that “Man wants but little Herr Bilow, Nor wants that little long 2” Aram S. Hewitt never recognized how in- significant were his efforts for the amelioration | of the laboring man till he received the follow- ing scathing arraignment written by John Peters, a Baltimore mechanic, on a postal-card: “ Dear Sir—We see through your contemptible game. You are a fraud, a bad counterfeit, and every intelligent working man can see your game.” Mr. Hewitt’s disinterested ardor has paled considerably in consequence of this re- buff, but he is yet in some doubt as to what a good counterfeit is. ‘Tue following graceful tribute to Monsieur McGroarty will commend itself to the reader. We cannct help thinking that he is rather tardy in sending in his samples, though, perhaps, the closing of the Exposition will be deferred to accommodate him: “ Monsieur McGroarty, the celebrated Bowery shoe- maker, has just completed and forwarded by the Ville de Paris a few specimens of his artistic workmanship. We can safely predict that M. McGroarty will be awarded the first premium for the United States, from the fact that being a Frenchman, the sympathy of the Judges who award the medals of merit are very apt to lean towards Puckerings. Wosan’s Writes—Postscripts. An old Dodge—Abigail. A Vassar girl’s oath— Buy gum. Cuarces REAbE writes Kearney’s speeches. Nor a bad steamer for dog-day travel—The Frisia. Are billiard players governed by Cushion’s Manual ? SHAKSPERE was a wonder, but Queen Eliza- beth was a Tudor. Is Levy, the cornet-player, bald? We don't say was he, but és he? A BRILLIANT coaterie—The staff of contri- butors to Baldwin's Monthly. Has anybody not said that the oil-factories on Hunter's Point disturb the o'lfactory nerves? “THEN you'll re-inember me,” as the fellow with one leg remarked to the manufacturer of artificial limbs. Tue darkest moment in a man’s life comes to him when he finds his tooth-brush imbedded in a cake of soap. Anp some chalk-face iconoclast arises and says: “Hell hath no fury toa woman scorned.” Who said it did? Ir Ben: Perley Poore were to lose his colon, what would follow?—Courier-Journal, Prob- ably the Major would give the Colon—el. Srreet CLEANING. Brooms in Fifth Ave- nue where everybody is out of town. Garbage in Avenue A where everybody is at home. Barnum advertises his giraffes extensively as the only living ones in the country. Has he never noticed the live pair o’ g’raffes in Puck ? Wuite hats are called in, and the noise the members of the Stock Exchange make when they endeavor to enforce the law is also called din, Leer didn’t establish his insanity beyond a doubt until the other day, when he declined a glass of brandy. “Between you and me and the lamp-post, I’ve nothing more to say,” were the last words of the negro, before the mob swung him into eternity. It’s no vse, young man, claiming that the letter the postman just handed you is from a business friend. We saw the stamp in the lower left-hand corner. Ir was probably a case of sour grapes with the Chicago man who declared that he wouldn't kiss a St. Louis girl, because all the Mo-lasses have sohrgums. Crorrut, in the Graphic, calls Puck “that abominable abdominal hebdomadal.” We sym- pathize with Mr. Croffut’s catarrh, and thank him for his compliment. We lose confidence in the woman, be she ‘ ‘ 5 ., & their own countrymen, especially when they are entitled A . f _ His particular brick where he’s able- tees upon conviction of lntrasie merit, and eithoat eve so amalable, who celebrates themanly Oey \ Too great variety of bricks bnbing their conscience in the award of the leather | Of her wedding regularly but disregards the ‘ Interferes with the building of Babel. medal to Bowery shoes.” yearly recurrence of her birthday. j i] | (US rr SS a en Te seers = comicbooks.com