Puck, 1879-08-06 · page 12 of 16
Puck — August 6, 1879 — page 12: what you’re looking at
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This page contains no political cartoon, but rather a section titled "Puck's Jestings" - a collection of satirical news items and humorous anecdotes clipped from various newspapers and journals. The items mock contemporary social absurdities: a woman's heart "palpitating" over romantic disappointment, a man surviving a fall from a train, European royalty's social climbing, factory workers' meager wages, fashionable women's follies, and bureaucratic incompetence (Russian customs authorities). The humor relies on irony, exaggeration, and social commentary rather than visual caricature. The single small illustration depicts what appears to be a street scene or accident. These brief satirical observations reflect Puck's mission: commenting on the day's news and social pretensions through wit rather than elaborate political cartooning.
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PUCK. ocean; all around the hills towered massive and huge and black; and tree and bush and hill were lost in one deep opaque. What impelled him towards the gardenat the back he could not tell, but looking out upon it was the window of her room; the room of the woman he loved best in all the world. And as he slowly puffed his cigar he looked up to it and thought, and his thoughts were all of her; and as he thought his cigar, burned slowly out and he seemed to fall into a dream. “Look at zee vindow-blinds!” The voice was startlingly distinct and clear; was it indeed a dream? He looked up, and lo! against the white window-blind of Aer room—her bed-room—he saw two shadows distinctly defined. The two looked as if embracing, and one was that of a man, With a smothered cry the young man hur- ried with great strides into the house, and then into the billiard-room. “Hullo, Archie!” cried Bob. ‘“ Thought you had gone to bed. But what the devil’s up? You're pale asa ghost.” But Archie merely caught him by the arm and whispered very quietly and low: “ Where is Macleod ?” “The Captain? why, he went away shortly after you; home, I suppose. But won't ye have a dhrop, me boy, jist before retoiring to your virtuous couch like?” “Hang your drop,” replied Archie as he hurried from the room. . * . One hour later that night the hall door was cautiously opened and a man let out by some one. That some one had on a white dressing- own, and the other wore the ordinary High- d_dress-plaid and kilt. From behind the holly-bush where he had taken his stand, Ar- chie saw both figures, and he thought he knew them. - (To be continued.) A FRATERNAL CONFESSION. Clad dinner suit of creamy duck And chipper as a daisy, He came up plate on yes tureen * To spoon with sister Maysie. She from her boudoir castor eyes And saucer Hugh a waiting, And when he said, “‘ Dish she at home?” Her heart went palpitating. Then he took cup his mournful lay— “Tf I’m not ever true, ‘Then knife forsworn the love I pledge To always give to you!” She said You are too bowl, dear Hugh,” I heard her pitcher sigh— She ladle little hand in his— Just then I said good-bye. Eugene Field in St, Louis Times-Journat, Tue iron heel of Russian despotism has again descended in St. Petersburg. The au- thorities of that place are so strict in taxing \dlers that they demanded a license fee be- fore they would let Minnie Hauk in the city.— Utica Observer. AccorpinG to Mr. Corbin, Coney Island is not a Jew, but a Gent-isle.— Boston Post. Tue “ Korrect Kibosh " is the latest saying for the correct thing.— Buffalo Every Satur- day. Was ay boy ever caught crawling under the canvas of a gospel-tent?—Mew Haven Reg- ister. ; Ir blood will tell, a musquito should be con- fessing nearly all the time. — Phila, Sunday Item. Ir is noticed that European royalty takes pains to keep on good terms with Dr. Carver. —Boston Post. “Tarry” may have been a Welshman, but Meriden, Conn., puts in a strong claim as his birthplace.—. ¥. News. Wuat is to be done for a man who has no mind of his own?—A/bany Argus. Put him on ajury.—™. ¥. Comm. Ado. In a Bombay cotton factory a man receives but eight dollars per month. This is comic periodical rates.—JV. Y. Star. Younc man, if every other means of mak- ing yourself conspicuous fails, eat peanuts in a railroad car.— Yonkers Gazette. Wuen Sara Bernhardt visits this country it will be an act of cruelty to ask about her mo- ther-in-law.— Phila, Kronikle-Herald, Heaven has been closed for a few weeks in order to be fixed up for Chastine Cox, who ex- pects to occupy the place.— Herald P. /. Wit its usual offensive egotism, the St. Louis Republican prints “A Plea for Mules.” He that hath ears, etc.— Chicago Tribune, Tue Sultan plays the banjo, which may account for the precautions against assassina- tion which he thinks necessary.— Boston Post, Aut the planets will be visible this month, and it is always the correct thing to teach your best girl astronomy while she is young. Kés- met, Boston Globe. Vircinia, the mother of presidents, now numbers an eyeless pig among her children. Sow have the mighty fallen!—oston Zran- script. A counTRYMAN tried to back against a de- cendant of Ham. He now says, “Off with his head; so much for bucking Ham.”— Whitehall Times. Tue New York Herald discharged an editor, the other day, who failed to commence an edi- torial, ‘As the Herald predicted.” — Cincinnati Sat, Night. Mempnis has only twenty-four policemen. New York could spare a gross of detectives if the fever would only take them in hand.— N, Y, Express. Crino.ine is again to be fashionable. Some- thing had to be done to keep the goats in healthful and fresh hoop-skirt fodder.—ew Haven Register, SaraH BERNHARDT has strong points as an actress, but she can’t hope to make a success in this country unless she brings along a husband to be unhappy with.— Boston Post, ‘THe small boy hurls defiance into the teeth of cholera morbus, and calmly munches his eleventh green apple; but the cholera morbus takes him all the same, just as if he were mild and gentle and prepared to go, like the boy in the Sunday-school books.—Xochester Express, Ir is rumored in official circles that Mrs. Pre- sident Hayes insists on the recall of Minister Welch because Mrs, W. has failed in wringing out of Queen Victoria her celebrated secret recipe for taking lemon stains out of black silk, She means to have a good lemon stain diplomatist at the Court of St. James, or she'll know the reason why.—San Francisco Post, Ir is urged by some that a cuss-word is not a convincing argument, but we claim that it is one from the fact that there’s no gain saying it, —Boston Post. A Nevapa bedbug bit a man on the lip, and both bug and man died from the effects of it, The doctors didn’t know which to post mortem on.—J. ¥. Commercial Advertiser. THERE was one man who said “he was a biger man than old Grant,” but no man has ventured to say, avoirdupoisily, “I am a bigger man than David Davis."—Modern Argo. SoLomon’s wisdom was never more apparent than when he warned parents not to lose sight of the rod. Misplaced switches have wrought great evil to the race in these latter days— Phila, Times. We are glad to announce for the benefit of the Hebrews of this country that it is St. Peter and not the President of a Coney Island rail- road who guards the gate of heaven.— Phila, Kronskle-Herald. “No, sir,” said the gentleman from Pitts- burg, “I was not in the war, but my brother was, and he was wounded.” “Ah! indeed, Seriously wounded?” “ Yes, sir; he was shot in the horse,—Boston Courier. ‘THE one unsatisfactory thing about Heaven to some women will be, when they get into their angel clothes they can’t jaw the dress- maker about the fit and say she kept all the scraps.—Steubenville Herald. Wiueiay is in the Catskills, He took his own violin with him, for fear the others would be worse. [You will have to dwell on violin untill you see it as “vile in,” and then you are all right.J—Zvening Telegram. Since hurting himself by falling down-stairs, Neal Dow has dislocated his shoulder while at- tempting to board a train of cars. Tempe- rance men are continually tumbling about and getting hurt.—. O. Picayune, Aw old proverb in a new dress—Never look through a repulse if you wish to preserve your eyesight.—The fellow on the other side of the door probably chews tobacco and is a good shot.— Hackensack Republican, Wuat a glorious country this is when you come to think it all over! Seventy-five cents pays for a card in a newspaper nominating your brother-in-law for the Presidency! What na- tion can match us?—Free Press, Now comes the time when the country ex- change fills itself with the premium list of the -county fair, wherein we read whole columns of lines like this:—‘ Best dodo, $2; second best do do, $1.—Syracuse Morning Standard. Tuts is the time of the year at which the sylph-like school teacher goes off to a realm of perfume and flowers, and presents to her rural relatives the jackknives and other things taken froin her pupils during the year.—. Y. Star. He was a disgusted boy, He had exercised great caution and had finally succeeded in crawling, unobserved, under the canvas into the tent. And he found it was not a circus but a revival meeting in progress.— Boston Fost. Ir may not have occurred to certain people in this State that one mean landlord, setting a poor table, having poor beds, and looking upon guests as his victims, will kill a watering-place quicker than a cloud of buffalo gnats.— Free Press. ‘Tue base-ball fever is raging in Rhode Is- land, The only difficulty in playing the game there is that the centre and right-fielders have to stand in Massachusetts and the left in Con- necticut, while the catcher is in constant dan- ger of backing off into the Atlantic Ocean.— Boston Comm, Bulletin, a aan maaan aa’ 1 ai