Puck — October 23, 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 To SUBSCRIBERS. . ‘Que Copy one year, or $2 numbers... ‘Ore Copy, six months, cr 26 numbers, H. C. BUNNER. SFECIAL NOTICES. Puce will hereafter be on Sale in London, at the News Agency of Messrs, HENRY ¥. GILLIG & CO,’ 449, Strand, Charog roe. Amencans 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. We cannot undertake to return rejected communications, and te this rule we can make no exception. Remittances by Money Order, etc., are to be addressed to Kerrier & SCHWARZMANN. Sa Oar advertising friends are only required to pay bills presented on the billheads of Puck, with our thereon. KEP! CONTENTS. Tammany and the Mayor. ___{ Ladislaus and Lodoisha. Light Thrown on a Dark Sub- | Literally. and Figuratively—it ject. lustration. More Positive Facts. Some Social Fiends, V.—E.S.L. My Musical Experience. Hest oct : lyn. Slinger.—W. ML. A New Effect—illustration, | Mr. Muggins on “Palitics. — HERE eee ap AaNew: Charity, — Kyle-Hil- | P 5 =H C ing. Bosnia—illuctration, ne 1 Doves. TAMMANY PUTS A H!AD ON THE MAYOR. (From the Sun.) Isit Democratic to have a king—-either with or without aclown? Is it Democratic to have a party ruler, possessing more despotic power than a king, although he does not bear a royal title? Here is the head of Tammany—a man to whom we take no personal exceptions— possessing almost absolute authority in political affairs in this city. He is, with “peculiar propriety, called the Comptroller—not because of the office he fills, but because he controls everything. He can make or break the fortunes of any man in his party, and, the party being ina large majority, he be- comes virtually the king of the city." Holding one lu- crative office, he dictates who shall hold every other office. He even assumes to rule the Governor of the State, and to render the chief Exeputive Magistrate a mere puppet in his hands. Is this Democratic? We think not. It seems to us that the opposition to such a reign— by whatsoever name it may be called—is more Demo- cratic. : There was, once upon a time, a man who nailed the Lord’s Prayer up over the head of his bed; aad when he retired to his virtuous couch, pointed his forefinger at the placard and said, ‘‘Them’s my sentiments, O Lord!” and then slept the sleep of the truly good. Puck quotes the words of that devout Chris- tian in reference to the remarks which our est, contem., the Sun, has made regarding King Kelly. Mr. Schell was recently quite badly floored in the home of his friends by John Morrissey. He will probably be as badly floored in November by the People of New York. If not, the head that Tammany is putting on him will take the place of the venerable one he is now wearing. Meantime, Puck's candidate lies broken, bruised—and Puck weeps at his utter, utter defeat. Ir this nineteenth century wants to make any sort of a showing for a godly, righteous and sober reputation on History's page, it has got to hang right sharp on to the records of the Vanderbilt will case. LIGHT THROWN ON A DARK SUBJECT. 47 ILL Mr. Edison please to stop? He has upset all recognized ideas ©” concerning the capabilities and the possibilities of the human voice. He has ana- lyzed Sound until it will soon, probably, be packed in boxes like Soap, wholesaled and re- tailed, and used or destroyed according to the fancy of the purchaser, And last, but by no means least, he is now, like a latter-day Jove, about to hurl down his thunderbolts of elec- tricity to light our cities; to cook for us, and warm our homes; and to drive all our machinery, if requested. Has he no regard for the gas companies ? Does he not know that the subtle arithme- tician who goes into our cellar with a lantern on his arm, a note-book in his hand, and a lead- pencil in his mouth, to put down fabulous cubic feet for our monthly gas-bills, must earn his honest living ? Has he no heart to feel for the stockholders of the great gas-monopolies? They charge what they please, they give what they choose; they give us gas that flickers out and in until our eyes ache and the opticians and oculists grow rich; but they live in brown-stone houses, and their coachmen wear the Britishest of liveries, and their wives and daughters revel in fine laces with the royalest purple. Now, would Mr. Edison stop all this? Let him remember that the American people are nothing if not humbugged. If they had clean streets, well paved; if their thoroughfares were well and cheaply lighted, they would have little to growl at. And what would be an American public who couldn’t growl? As to the daily papers, we shudder at the thought of the kleptomaniac idea of Edison in stealing from them some of their most valued topics of contemporaneous human interest. The articles on the “ Swindling Gas Mono- polies—where, oh, where would fiey be? And where would the correspondents find room for those excited letters published in “Our Complaint Book,” and in the “ Voice of the People,” as for instance: “Mr. Editor: I have been out of town all summer— and my house has been closed. Yet on my return home I find my gas-bill is larger than it was for a correspond- ing number of months last winter when I was burning,” &e., &e., &e. ‘The question is, “ Shall or shall not the gas- monopolists have the right to swindle and vic- timize the community?” By all custom and precedent they have the right; they have done so ever since the introduction of gas; they have no opposition, and we cannot go around and buy our gas as we buy our peck of potatoes; they are rich, waxing fat and kicking with de- light, when—lo! Edison. In behalf of shoddy luxury and laziness; in the interest of everything that grinds the pockets of the poor into a golden dust for the rich, we protest against any more useful dis- coveries on the part of Mr. Edison. MORE POSITIVE FACTS. The Sun says that Mr. Whitelaw Reid, of the Tribune, blows his nose with his fingers in the public streets, If Mr. Whitelaw Reid of the Tribune blows his nose with his fingers in the public streets, where's the nose that Mr. White- law Reid of the Zriéune blows with his fingers in the public streets? The Sun says that Mr. Whitelaw Reid, of the Tribune, blows his nose with his fingers in the public streets. Where does Mr, Charles A. Dana of the Sun blow Ais nose with his fingers ? The Sun says that Mr. Whitelaw Reid, of the Tribune, blows his nose with his fingers in the public streets. Respectfully referred to the Street Cleaning Bureau, The Sun says that Mr. Whitelaw Reid, of the Tribune, blows his nose with his fingers in the public streets. What public streets are specially favored? The Sun says that Mr. Whitelaw Reid, of the Tribune, dlows his nose with his fingers in the Public streets, With whose fingers should he low his nose in the public streets? Puckerings. Ou, sigh for no cipher, but Oh! sigh for me, —S. J. Tilden, MacManon plays his game better—better than Gambetta does MacMahon, Tue Rev. Dr. Tyng Jr.’s usher has been going for beer, and so has the American Tem- perance Union. Austratia has been afflicted with a horse disease of a novel type—£x. Pearl in the eye, perhaps. Tuey have quite a savings bank system in France, and they are trying hard to naturalize the verb “ buster, bustant, busté.” “Is it Democratic to have a king?” our solar contemporary asks, It is decidedly demo- cratic to have aching—heads the morning after a sixth ward primary. ‘Tuese are the days when the faded lily lies on ‘The breast of the lake like the ghost of a star of night; When glimmers afar on the autumn-pale hori- zon The Buckwheat-Cake in a halo of lurid light. To be “tickled to death” is usually classed among the most pleasurable of emotions; but before setting this down in your note-book, you had better get the opinion of the man whose washwoman has been extravagant with the starch and has extended the bosom of his shirt several inches beyond its normal dimensions. Marriage a la mode du Soleil. At Oshkosh-Kalamazoo-Skowhegan, Mr. Black Swallowtail coat to Miss White corded glace silk en frain, trimmed with cauliflowers, cut bias. The groom wore a pimpled face, surmounted with a shock of red hair. The bride was stylishly attired with blue eyes and blond trimmings. Her shoes were gracefully ornamented with bunions, which contrasted admirably a fashionable wart on the off side of her rich nasal implement. View of the only original article, with spirit- ualistic vision of the Old Man. [N. B.—It did or stop when the Old Man died.) comicbooks.com