Puck, 1889-01-23 · page 4 of 16
Puck — January 23, 1889 — page 4: what you’re looking at
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**Top Illustration ("The Between-the-Acts Fiend"):** Shows theater-goers at a box during intermission. The caption warns against chattering loudly during theatrical breaks—a common annoyance in 19th-century theaters where audiences were notoriously talkative. **Three Poems/Pieces Below:** - **"Belinda's Muff"**: A sentimental poem about a woman's winter accessory and romantic memories - **"Worthy of His Name"**: Mocks Dr. Paul Gibier's dubious experiments on monkeys regarding fever - **"A Cold-Weather Suggestion"** and **"Ticked Off"**: Brief humorous social commentary **Bottom Cartoon ("Ticked Off"):** Shows what appears to be theater-goers or patrons in a crowded venue—likely satirizing theater etiquette or audience behavior. The page primarily addresses **19th-century social irritations**—particularly poor theater manners—through humor and light satire.
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THE BETWEEN-THE-ACTS FIEND. Corus oF LONG SUFFERING THEATRE-GORRS.— Don’t trouble yourself to go out; have a little of thist BELINDA’S MUFF. ,, WORTHY OF HIS NAME. . Dr. Paul Gibier proposes to experiment on monkeys with yellow . fever germs, and adds: ‘1 suppose I may get the fever myself “efore TuiNpa Mas a stunning muff finishing my experiments,” That warms her lily fingers There is no doubt about Gibier being game. Whene’er, in weather wild and rough, HE HAD BEEN THERE. Along the way she lingers. ; . Cot. Steers (of Montana).— It seems to me you New Yorkers are When down Broadway on airy toe entirely too “uppish” and on your dignity. If you only were out where She lightly wanders shopping, I live, you ’d see what Western hospitality is! Then bundles big and little go Mx, Maswatrax.—I have, I once took a drink with Six-Toed Into that muff a-popping : Hank of your town at the point of a pistol! Her pocketbook, her handkerchief a: GOUD WEATHER. SUGGESTION, And silver ash-receivers— Howett Gissox.— Baw Jove, Carper, this is beastly weather, I And bronze conceits in vine and leaf pahaitvely canare beepieny bade Garin Dream-in:her-eas(or: beavers. Banker Canrer.— Why don’t you get over-gaiters for your gloves, One night when we a-sleighing went, as you have for your shoes? The snow was all a-glitter, ‘The black trees in the moonlight bent ‘The air was sharp and bitter. (heard no word, not e’en my name, So loud the sleigh-bells jingled, Her muff came near, and in the same Our fingers intermingled, Ik seemed as warm as June to me — I knew no Ice King’s fetter — And that is how | came to be Her own, for worse or better. AGREED WITH HIM. Beccak ( preliminarilr).— ve seen better days — Busy MAN.— So have I, Looks as if it had set in for an all-’ay drizzle. Confoundedly unpleasant, Got to take ‘em as they come, though, Tra la la. Texas Siftings. ‘The beggar that Charles Lamb met some sixty years ago seems to be determined, even at this late date, to make a little more money off the great humorist’s little joke, Charles had little silver or gold; but a word from him appears to have been as good as an annuity. ge. tHe clergy are all down on Robert Elsmere! Discerning men! It s certainly far better that the lambs of the flock should pore over the society journals, where some careful collector of our friends’ dirty linen holds it up with a chuckle and a leer for us to see,—or the elevating columns of the great dailies, devoted week after week to accounts of women’s underclothes and their kisses. ‘Verily, we are growing hard up for subjects,” as the Professor of Anatomy said, when all he could find to dissect was the leg of a table. TICKED OFF. as the asylum which is called a “Home.” You never see a family oN (he subject) Hit her alittle higher up, enter one, nor is there any thing homelike about the other. jest wound my Atterbury watch,