Puck — October 16, 1878 — page 7: what you’re looking at

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¢ THE CYPHER DISPATCHES. 2 UCK <is able to lay before his readers an advance assortment of the real, origi- nal dispatches in cypher that passed be- tween Samuel J. Tilden and Manton Marble and a united South. ‘These were stolen from the Zribune, where there seem to be so many that may have been similarly obtained from somewhere else, that it’s not likely they will be missed. Millions of barrels of money were of- fered us by Sam. Tilden if we would suppress these damning proofs of his guilt; but as ccr- tain Republicans, high in office (we mean to seem as Hayesy as possible), have paid us a vastly larger sum for publishing them, we have decided to make a big spread about them. No. 1904 was sent by the Governors of neighboring Southern States, one to the other, [Translation.] 1904. Governor of South Carolina, Dear Sir: long while between drinks. Gov. or N. Puck rejoices to say that he is able to lay before his friends the reply of the Governor of South Carolina, which was as follows: 1905. Think what fool now Iam a as I am do drunk you, 4-11-44. (Translation. } 1905. Gov. or N.C.: What do you think Tam? I am drunk as a fool now. Gov. or S.C, In the next cypher dispatch we begin to per- ceive the hellish plot of the united South and its cohorts in Gramercy Square. 1907. Ti. SaMDEN: Laundry if the you don’t out send shirts me my a get dollar can't and Ia half, Dovane M [Translation. ] 1907. Sam TILDEN: If you don't send me a dollar and a half, I can’t get my shirts out of the laundry. M. Maxpte. The reply to this was sent in plain English (so bold were the conspirators growing), and was in these words: 1908. MANTON Marie: Where is the last barrel of money I sent you? Sam. J. Tiupes. ‘As showing clearly how desperate the con- spirators were at one time, note the following shameless correspondence: He says nigger I a found voted 1909. Tit. Samp’ SHA, who Hayes 164 here for times, [Translation.] 1909, SaMveL J. Ti.peN: [have a found a nigger who says he voted for Hayes 164 times. A.S, Hewirr, Tilden replied by lightning to the following effect: 1910. ‘Then Hewitt replied—and here one sees the defiant attitude of the artful emissaries: Why don’t you have him arrested? Can't nigger because I damned 1911.—Tu. SAMD Hewitt. the lied. (Translation.] 1911. SAM. J. TILDEN: I can’t, because the damned nigger lied, Hewrt. Finally came the end of all this idle schem- ing. Manton Marble sent to Tilden a fabrica- tion so enormous that Tilden began to suspect he was the butt of those whom he had believed to be his friends, He lost all interest in the election returns, and took to violent horseback exercise in Gramarcy Square, leaving the con- spirators to shift for themselves. Marble’s mes- sage, that brought about this sudden distrust, was as follows; Turkish Bath method. 4 ] Ti. SAMDEN: Tridune leading the American | MARBLE. 2061, is the Journal, [Translation. J The Zribunc is the lead: 2061, Samurt. J isthe Ie ing Amencan Journal. 3 Contributor’s mem. to the you the cypher dispatches, and myself, feeling sure that you will be proud t hear that, although obliged to issue a periodi- cal for a living (I can say, without flattery, that Puck is the most enjoyable comic journal in the world, and really out-panches Punch), you have been the means of my securing a princely | fortune. Pit. FULLER. THE THEATRES. Wattack’s is reveling «in the somewhat faded splendors of old comedy. Having de- voted one week to the revivification of Sheridan | and one to Holcroft, Mr. Wallack now gives up a third to a judicious alternation of the two dramatists. The skeptical nineteenth century is beginnung to have its doubts concerning the artistic infallibility of the playwrights of past generations; but if anything can save and up- hold the waving fame of the classic comedies, it is the interpretation which they invariably receive at the one house that alone posesses the material to produce them. - The Broadway gives us Mr. J. B. Albaugh as Louis the Eleventh. We shall have ata fu- ture time something to say about this gentl man’s personation. | At the Standard J. K. Emmet with his own company shows what he can do with his “New Fritz.” “La Cigale” with Lotta looms up in the distance at the Park, It is played in London under the title of the “Grasshopper”, ah, which naturally suggests the opera at the Academy: of Music, which opens to-night under -Manager Mapleson’s auspices with Campanini and Etelka Gerster,—and Signor p (to recent Convert): It is really the only means to scrub your years of sin out of you!” Arditi as Conductor—in ‘‘ Sonnambula.”” “We propose to baptize you by the An exchange says that too little of our maga- ine literature emanates from ministerial pens. he reason that ministers don’t write more is that they have their hands full with their con- -gations—that is, the she-portion. “ARE perambulators poisonous?” asks the IVorld, We can't say, as we never eat more than one or two at a meal, without the baby, and carefully avoid Central Park and Madison Square when there are any in the atmosphere. A FASHION item tells us, it is a freak to have hats made entirely of feathers. It is not an unfrequent freak of some high-toned people out west, and n east, to costume their neighbors | entirely with feathers, with the addition of tar. Answers for the Aurions. Lerrin.—Let up. HASELTINE.—She wont. FIGano.—You are too ubiquit Some day you will editorial meteor and get knocked out of time—yes, paragraphs and all. strike some S.—We have no fatal fault to find with your Protracted immer- the brine were BILuKe work. It lacks maturity, that is all. sion of brine might be of some benefit, i very strong. TuRF.—We have no doubt that your poem is a very fine article in the way of sporting poesy. But it is a kind of thing that we couldn't do justice to—not with our types, To bring out its subtle and delicate beauties you need at the least a three-sheet poster, and letters four inches long. Don’t throw that gem-away on us, don’t. Witite1ay.—Go off with that other young man who | plays the violin. You would chum well together. There is a kind of poetical abstraction about you both, that makes us sure your Souls would harmonize, And then. you could meet on a common ground of lofty artisticy devastation above all the petty details of this earth—that would be another bond to link your kindred natures. And then, besides, neither of you can write paragraphs, comicbooks.com