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A Gay Young Joker.
Thus spake the old Republican Machiavel, THURLOW WEED, a day or two
since, to W.H. SEWARD, the sly old fox with the "little bell."
"TWEED 'l win."
"Tweedle-dee!" retorted SEWARD. "What d'ye mean by that?"
"I mean," rejoined THURLOW, "that his name, T. WEED, is identical with
one that erstwhile loomed largest in the sovereignty of the State of
New-York."
SEWARD smiled.
PHILADELVINGS.
"Mother! mother!" screamed a little girl from above stairs to her
maternal parent in the parlor. "Mother, I've been crying ever so long,
and HANNAH won't pacify me!" And now PUNCHINELLO notices that it is not
only little girls who act in this charming manner; for the Hon. WILLIAM
D. KELLEY, of Philadelphia, has just screamed over the Congressional
banisters that he must be pacified, or he will no longer serve the good
people of the Fourth District of Pennsylvania. Therefore some fifteen
hundred of his constituents have written him a letter, and have said
to him, "Dat he sall, de poo itty-witty darling-warling, have his
placey-wacey as longey-wongey as he wants it, and the nasty-wasty
one-legged soldiers sha'n't trouble him for situations any more, so they
sha'n't.
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