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

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MCANTHONY OVER THE BODY OF CAESAR. FASHION’S FOLLIES. COSTUMES OF THE IMMEDIATE FUTURE. With apologies to Messrs. Shakspere and Criswell, Frinps, heelers, counthrymen, lind me the laste bit of yer ears! Tue ANcHoRITE, THe Heapuicnt Coirrure, I come for to bury Cesar, not t’ upraise him. (The train is ratner a fluke.] Clear the track! He was me frind (an a soort of a cousin of mine, along of our comin’ from county Sligo, where we had the one pigsty betwixt us), Yet Cooper says he was a Dick Tatur. It’s loying Cooper is. John Kelly never called himsilf Richard Murphy since he come here, The ayvil that min do hangs on like the tail-end of a whisky-dhrunk. That's what's the matther wid Kelly. Edward Cooper Has towld ye Kelly was ambitious. ‘Tare an’ ouns! Isn't this a free counthry? Ain't a mon got no right to be ambitious widout axin Mr. Cooper's permit ? Kelly has brought many’s the shekels home to Tammany, And begorrah they stayed there. When that the shtrikers come down on him, Kelly has bled. Ambition don't make that koind of a free-lunch of itself, Ye all of ye seen that down at the City Hall Laxed him tree times to take somethin’ wid the b’ys, And tree times he give it me back: “ Larry,” says he, “I don't want nothin’; I've had enough to-day.” Now, 1 put to ye raisonable and fair, is that ambition, or is it aiven half dhrunk [John, fwat the divil is the maning of that wurrd, anyhow ?] You all do know this vest. I remember The first time Kelly iver put it on, as on the 4th of November, down at Owny Geoghegan's. hat day he stood whisky for the whole gang. ‘Tue Queen or Hearts. Fan-cy Dress. Look, this is the place where Cooper pulled it down. ‘Takes every trick. ‘A Péventail, See where the envious Mike Norton hitched on to it— Here's where Phelps got his dirty fingers in, Up here that child of the divil, Jimmy O’Brine, got a grip on it, And, as he plucked his cursed fist away, Mark how some of the shirt-front and a meejority of the chest-protector of Kelly followed it, As rushin’ out of dures, to be resolved If O'Brine had howld of it, or some other man. 1 come not, frinds, to shtale away yer hearts. I'm not got down to that yet, praise be to God. Me father was a respectable purfessional, and oi’ve got his jimmy, an’ it’s the safe racket of mine to worrk when I lave politics. So ye kin be aisy about thim hearts. I am no orator, like Cooper is. But if I get me fingersin the hair of him, saints have mercy on his widdy. Good frinds, swate heelers, let me not stir ye up To such a sudden flood of mutiny. Take yer toime about it, Take yer toime, [Silence] Be aisy, [Silence.] Divil the bit of mutiny I belave there is in the whole kit an’ bilin’ of yez! [Silence.] Uohn, they stir hard.] Hooroo, b’ys! Let me not stir y Sorra a stir! Ye divils, I belave ye sowld out Schell! D’ye hear to that? Faix, they don’t give a rap for me iloquince. This is a dhry wake. John, avick, get up off that shretcher and come along wid me. It’s no use at all, at all, mavourncen. Tue PHonocrapn. A ta Batton. Tempora mutantur, bad cess to ‘em. | Costume patented by Mr. Edison. For flighty maidens, comicbooks.com