Puck — September 24, 1879 — page 10: what you’re looking at

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458 PUCK. THE KELLY CANVASS. . TRIUMPHAL .TOUR OF THE HONORABLE + JOHN KELLY THROUGH THE STATE. Accompanied by a “Herald” Commissioner, GREAT ENTHUSIASM! SCOOPING ’9M IN! THE DEMOCRACY SPEAKS. YHE FULLEST KIND OF DETAILS, ALL FOR 10 CENTS. Sine Sine, N. Y., September 2oth, 1879. N accordance with your instructions, I proceeded this morning to join the grand cortége which accompanies the Hon, John Kelly on his great and unique electioneer- bas romptly at two-forty p.m. I mounted the triumphal chariot, a magnificent marvel of the coach: builder’s art which formerly belonged to Mr. Daniel Rice’s Greatest Show on Earth, The chariot is of a pattern neat, but not gaudy, and is decorated in delicate tones of vermilion, scarlet and orange, picked out with genuine gilt foil. I can positively assert that it is gen- uine gilt foil. The foil is very heavily gilt. Mr. Kelly's team consists of thoroughbreds from the Tammany stables, all sound and kind in harness and quite accustomed to run with the machine. They are of Irish extraction, got by Difficulty out of the Tombs. Your corres- pondent handles the ribbons with hisaccustomed grace and ease; but he is obliged to enter aserious complaint to the effect that his fin- gers are greatly galled by the hard mouths of the team. As I climbed to my place upon the box, Mr. Kelly saluted me with a playful boost. Mr. Kelly is very original in these little matters. He has a pretty way of using his toe instead of his hand, in this performance. It is wonderful how the most trivial action of a truly great man impresses itself upon the memory. Though several hours have elapsed, I can still distinctly recall this occurrence. At the same time Mr. Kelly was graciously pleased to remark: “Skip, old boy, how are you?” Then turning to the driver, he said: “Schelly, me kid, button up de pocket wid dat whiskey into it.” Mr. Schell, I am pained to say, rendered the most servile obedience to his chief. If there is one thing which I hold essential to political purity, it is the independence of the individual. (Note.—We have been obliged, in this instance, to do what may seem an unjournalistic thing, in outbidding our E, C, the Herald, and securing the services of its correspondent, for a large figure, part cash and part liquid. The correspondent will be heard from during the canvass.— Ed. Puck.) As the last long-drawn note of the postilion’s horn died away upon the ambient air and the tympani of two boys and the peanut capi- talist opposite the Germania Theatre, the pon- derous wheels of the coach revolved, and we started upon our conquering career. The two boys. lifted their hats—that is, the boy who had a hat lifted it, and the other looked asif he would have lifted his, had he possessed one, The goober speculator refrained from any demonstration, He is unquestionably a trea- cherous and Iscariotic Robinsonite. Merrily we bowled away up the boulevard, toward our first stopping-place, which we reached at six p. m., having paused several times in our course, to moisten the chariot axles, the horn of the musical postilion and our whistles in general. We met with a slight mis- hap, in connection with a lamp-post and a gutter, just before we got to this initial haven, a charming retired retreat known as Blooming- dale, Notwithstanding this slight drawback to our enjoyment, we scored an immediate and undis- puted triumph. Mr. Kelly secured the hall of the Bloomingdale Hotel, and addressed the goo. techaleally termed inmates—with a ire and animation that instantly scored him an oratorical bullseye. The effect of his pero- ration was in some measure diminished by a rather awkward tumble, which Mr. Kelly took in endeavoring to descend from the platform; but I do not think that the audience observed this small contretemps; being composed prin- -cipally of individuals much in sympathy with the idea of gymnastic expression of indi- viduality, It is supposed that the Hon. John tripped over a pink zebra seen by another ‘Tammany sachem, who has since taken up per- manent quarters at the Hotel. On the whole, the Hon, Mr. Kelly may be said to have won the hearts of all Bloomingdale by his fervid oratory and his phenomenal power of sternly logical argument. Thave no hesitation in saying that Blooming- dale is solid for Kelly. Lhave bet a hat on this. That is, I have bet my present hat against a prospective and pre- sumable hat ered by a gentleman of the Sixth ward, Ithink Ihave him. This hat of mine is a lucky hat. I won it on Buchanan, in’56, I have bet it on several occasions since then, and have never lost. That is, events have been trumps for the other man, two or three times; but he has never reached for that hat. I suppose it is a fairly safe hat to bet. © We have just arrived in Sing-Sing. That is, we are camping out in a turnip-field five miles below. We were nearer the hen-coop; but the farmer creedmoored us with No, 6, and we thought it as well to pack closer to the rear. I will shortly write you how we have scooped in Sing-Sing. Max Maretzek once more comes to the front at the AcabEMy oF Music, and gives us to-night an American article, entitled ‘Sleepy Hollow,” at popular prices, The handsomest and most artistically deco- rated theatre in New York is Mr. Daly's, who opened it in the presence of an excellent au- dience last week. Several new and attractive faces were introduced. Miss May Fielding, who made her débat in a sort of comedietta called ‘‘ Love's Young Dream,” knows how to sing. The piece itself, and that which followed —a very eccentric adaptation of “ Niniche’— were anything but the Correct Ki bosh—that is to say, they were perfectly dreary and dread- ful to listen to, The heroism of those who sat them out is much to be commended. Who says that the age of chivalry has gone? Mr, Daly will, we know, give us something much bette> than these, THE THEATRES. “ My Partner” was a success at the Union Square. Good for you, Mr. Bartley Camp- bell. We shall probably have something to say about it next week. Aimée's successors are Milles, Paola-Marié and Angéle, and very good successors they are, too, If Puck may judge by the performance of “la Fille de Madame Angot,” Mr. Grau has now placed us in a position to completely out-bouffe the best opera-bouffe in Paris, even if he allowed us to pick our own company from all the theatres in the place. : Everybody has heard of Carlotta Patti; but everybody has not heard Carlotta Patti sing. The opportunity will be afforded this evening at CHICKERING Hatt, and it should be em- braced—we mean the opportunity, not the hall. Carlotta possesses a wonderful violoncellist in the shape of a husband. He hails from Belgium, and his name is Ernest de Munck. He too can be heard, as well as several other real artists in their various lines. We shall be indebted to Mr. De Vivo for this musical treat. Answers for the Anrious. HASELTINE.—Her eyes were like twin stars at even. ‘A FRIenp. ANOTHER FRIEND. ‘A WouLp.be FRIEND. INTENTIONS.—An engagement of marriage ought al- ways to be binding, to a true gentleman. A jury will generally give the verdict to the woman, in a breach of promise case. PHILANDER BARTLETT.—The fact that you once pos- sessed a maiden aunt who wrote verses does not entitle you to sponge on the muse, Talent is not always hered- itary, and even if it were, we do not see how that fact would help you. Your father married the wrong sister. } rt A Lapy.—We are much obliged to you for your gen- eral complimentary sweetness. As to your suggestion, we will adopt it as soon as we see a chance to do any good thereby. But the evil you complain of is really for you; not for us to remedy. We will tell you Aow, some day, ‘i SCHUYLER AND JoNnzS.—If it took your two gigantic intellects to get at that pun in close collaboration, all we can say is that you bad better let another man in and go to writing for the London Punch, It likes that kind of thing, and used to be fond of publishing that very same pun, three or four times a year, H. I, Srory.—We do not share your admiration for Epaminondas. Pam had his good points, but he was in many respects an objectionable person, He habitually referred to his trousers as “pants,” and he used to tie up his toga ina knot behind, to keep it off the pavement. This was ingenious; but undignified, and nearly broke his mother’s heart. here was something else that he nearly broke, too, and that was a faro bank in Paphos, You will have to give up Epaminondas as a hero. P.S,—You are mistaken about his nativity, anyway. He was not a Tuscarora Indian; but a Greek, and lived in the middle aorist. J.-L. Cowen, 4gth St—We don't sce our way clear to making a double-page cartoon on the subject of the cats in your backyard, We have no doubt that the sub- ject is one of incalculable interest and importance to the world at large, and that no paper could seek a higher and holier mission than that of restoring peace and calm toa denizen of 4gth St, But at present we have to take care of Mr. John Kelly and Mr. R. B. Hayes, and Gen- eral Grant and the Elevated Railroads, and Senator Conkling, and the Nicaragua Canal, and two or three matters, which may interfere with a full and treatment of the cat subject. May. Proba- eomliclooks om i a ai