Puck — February 5, 1879 — page 2: what you’re looking at

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PUCK. No. 13 Norru Wiitam Stezet, New York. VOR SALE BY ALL NEWS DEALERS. Jenus To Suascrinens. One Copy one year, or 52 numbers... _ One Copy, six months, or 26 numbers. Ove Copy for thirteen weeks........ Postrace Furs. Ittosrearep sy... JOS. KEPPLER. A. SCHWARZMANN. “H. C, BUNNER. SPECIAL NOTICES. Pocx 1s on Sale in London, at the News Agency of Messrs. HENRY F. GILLIG & CO., 449, Strand, Charing Cross, at THE WILLMER & ROGERS NEWS COMPANY, 11, verie Street, Fleet Street, ‘Amencans in Pans, hitherto reduced to “Punch.” fody.” will now find th ‘Office, 49 Avenue de I’ Opéra. We cannot undertake to return rejected communications, and 0 this rule we can make 0 exception. Remittances by Money Order, etc., are to be sdbtacdto Krrrits & SCHWARZMANN, presented out beads of Poet, eit oat tam trees Ehereon: KEPPLER & SCHWARZMANN. NOTICE. ‘With the next issue of Pucx will appear the first of aserics of foely executed Portraits of MEN OF THE DAY; ‘the initial Man of the Day being (by courtesy) Mr. Samuel 3. Tilden. Mr. Mugging as Pedagogus. Pocx and the Pedestrian. TEEMOODLE IN AMERICA,—No, A Quintette of Triolets—R. K. Mentiine re ‘The Theatres. Axswaxs ror Te Arxiovs, ‘A Tragedy. The Body of a Bankrupt. Sisters, Sing (poem) — | Pucx’s Excnances. Tank J. Clarke. ANOTHER TAMMANY BOSS. HE gentleman who signs his checks with the sweet-sounding name of Gumbleton, was lucky enough, now some time since, to have paid his way from the tents of Tam- many into the rich pastures of the County Clerk’s office. And the sad-eyed, heavy-hearted taxpayers of this debt-ridden county only sigh- ed and said, ‘Well, why not he as well as another ?” But recently, when some gentlemen, whose business leads them daily to the office of the pretty Gumbleton, felt that a modest inquiry as to why their payments should be so beautifully larger, day by day, they were given (to speak Tammanywise) the ‘‘grand bounce.” Or, anglicé, they were flatly refused all information upon the subject, ‘hen these gentlemen, learned in the law, applied to Judge No. 1 for an order to see the accounts which the law made public property ; and Judge No. 1 granted the order; but presently Judge No. 2 reversed this order; and so through the flip-flaps, ter- iversations and bouleversements of the law, the w is nowhere, and the euphonious Gumbleton remains “ cock of the "and crows on his own dung-hill, lustily. For he has a higher law—the law of Tam- many; the law that makes the Boss-official superior to the people, and guarantees him the right to fill his pockets irrespective of any sta- tutory enactment. It was the law of Tweed; it is the law of the gentle Gumbleton. It is the inciple of Bossism. ‘To show how far this idea is carried, Mr. Gumbleton has recently established, not an iron-clad—but a triple brass- cath, which must be taken by all who seek to ‘search the books of his office. We regret not ithe jeir natural paper on file at the ‘‘Herald™ |- having at hand the exact text, but it runs some- thing like this: — You must SWEAR AS FOLLOWS: Swear you are blind and you may see the Books. Swear you can’t read, and you may examine them. Swear you're a blue-blazes Tammanyite, and you may hug them to your heart. Swear you don’t care what fees, legal or illegal, 1 make, and will never ask’ me to divvy with you, and you may read the Books. Swear you and your relativesare all lunatics, and never were, or could be members of the Be and you may photograph the accounts. ut — If you do business with my office; If you are a citizen and a taxpayer; If you claim your rights under the law; If you are a Member of the Bar Association; then, Messieurs, I’m Boss here, and make the public books my Private Property. So the reign of Boss sm continues. Le Boss est mort—vive le Boss! Boss Tweed, Boss Kelly, and now— O Lord, Bass Gumbleton! A very much smaller type of Boss, but nevertheless a Boss. Thank God, Governor Robinson now has the case in his hands, which must be like a trousers’ seat full of nettles to the party by the name of Gumbleton, RHYMES OF THE DAY. He looked upon a prospect As red as any rose, Did the persecuted mortal With a boil upon his nose. Wuen stars in the skies of summer wink, And all seems a dream of love, The little fellow doth little think He'll ever have to shov- el snow off the sidewalk, In was a gay native of Munster, Whose metre regarded not one stress, Who, deing himself a fine punster, Remarked: “Be me life I'll ne'er wed a wife, Unless she’s a feminine punstress,”” How sweet, when the earth is robed with snow, And the sparrows chirp in the trees a-row, To sit in the house, As snug as a mouse, And let the winds play froiic and blow, And crack their cheeks to their heart’s con- tent and raise Bethlehem generally. AN ACKNOWLEDGMENT AND A COR- RECTION. Our especially esteemed contemporary, the Evening Telegram, last week paid Puck several high compliments at the expense of his English colleagues; but incidentally, in referring to Mr. Keppler’s cartoon of ‘The Great German Rin er,” remarked that Prince Bismarck’s holding the whip in his left hand was an error of the artist. To correct the misapprehension of our E. E. C., we at once telegraphed to the Chancellor, and in due course received the fol- lowing CABLE MESSAGE: Vanzin, W. Prussta, Jan. 3181, "79. Puck, ™ ¥.: Am habitually left-handed. Was born so; and remain soon principle. This is, however, no reflection on my family. Don’t make 1 joke about it. (Signed) BIsMARCK. Puckerings. Bon ton—A little over 2,000 Ibs. A pry channel shows ex-stream drought. INTERESTING COMMUNICATION DictaTor—next week. FROM THE ‘Tue farmer who raises fat swine believes that where there is swill there is weigh. Tue Poticy-PLayer's Motro—‘A Horse, a Horse, my kingdom for a Horse!” Nortice.—Called in before birth—jokes on Grévy—too grévy subject to jest about. THERE must, somehow, be-a difference be- tween a LO tone and an Indian yell? No. 100 oF Puck!—Other, comic papers all gone to pieces—Puck has centum up Salt River. Tue skater who tries to glide over a scrap of paper, may be able to explain to you what a, “trip slip” is. Jost Bittincs is complaining of rheuma- tism. His orthography has been similarly af- fected for some time. Sue discharged her gardener on hearing him mutter to the young greens he was so tenderly sprinkling—* Lettuce, have a drink.” Tue sea-sick lady refused the steward’s invi- tation for dinner and called for the chamber- maid instead. A case of basin gratitude, Tue South American monkeys lay in a stock of food before the rainy season sets in, so as to carry them through until they can again ven- ture out without umbrellas. They are a fore- handed lot. R. W. Criswett, the clever travestier of Shakspere, has left the Oil City Derrick and has gone on the editorial staff of the Cincin- nati Engutrer. Asour that horn of Roderick Dhu.—Scott says he wined it; also, he had it on the steep, leaving a doubt as to its being Dhu tea, paid or not? Had he given it fits James would have had a bumper. Mr. James STEPHENS, the prison-breaking Fenian, is again honoring this country with his resence. He is welcome. But Puck entreats im not to induce our government to declare war against Great Britain. Some of our funny friends of the press are curiously and carelessly inconsistent. They take pains frequently and vehemently to dis- claim all knowledge of the worldly game of chance yclept “ poker,” and yet never fail to snap up and reprint every paragraph that con- tains the slightest allusion to the game, witha judicious precision that is suspicious, to say the least. For their benefit we perpetrate this: Why is the second player old-fogyish? Give it up? Because he is behind the “age.” NOTICE. No. 9 (issue of May 7th, 1877), No. 1g (issue of Fume 4th, 1877), & No. 2 (issue of September sth, 1877), No. 56 (isswe of April rd 1878) of Puck" will be bought at this office, No. 13 North William Street, at full price, comicbooks.com