National Republican., 1882-01-14
TIE SOURCE oF THE FUN.
An Exicnsivc pIumorist ard rAta "NOr
de isImnIr."

An Extensive Viumorist and rAis "Noms
de pIumc."
"Soy, DO you want joker asked a man enter.
ing the G1sshe ONCE
"tfyou see the advertising man you can prob
ably dispose oft"
"Now, you are trying to insult me. Probably
you don't know who am. / am remarkable
man in disguisc ] am the author ofthe "spoopen.
dyke Papcrs,' which you have no doubt seen in
the Brooklyn Eagle"
Thought that work was done by Stanley Hunt.
laHs
NO SIR; stanfcy nunucy II my nom ur prrr-.
Wait Till give you an imitation OF myself;' and
seating himself and rejecting for a moment he
my dear said Mr. spoopcndykc, we have re-
ceivcd nm invitation TO visit Christmas tree over
at Colonel Clay's residence
"'Aint that too swectr replied Mrs. Spoopen-
dyke. Il always did enjoy Christmas trees, and
once when was a girl went out into the coun-
try with my cousin and rOnmed around the wood s
looking for Christmas trees
"'Ic did, did yc2 Thought that the dodgasted
things grew up and blo,somcd presents, Did yc z
| Thought that wax tapers grew like trees, did ye?
All you wnut Is ten cents worth Of common bark
nnd wooden top to be grove. Think I'm going
TO take such woman among intelligent people? {?
All you want is to lace light to be a campaign
pole, Take me for dodgastcd, measly birch
How'll that do2 Now, don't you think that
wrote these papers ~ said the visitor, with the dir
."You have established youridcntity," answered
the scribe.
lam Derrick Dodd, Of the Frisco Post"
Thought he was Frank Gassawny, the poctg'
"Wcll, its all the snmc; I'm known lust us well
by either name. Here's a sample of my humor.
Tho landlord led the guest to room No 900. AS
thcy oreucd the door aud turned up the gas sud
lieu racket near the bed ceased
80 Whnt arc those, exclaimed the guest, with
trembling voice, ms he pointed TO n number of
large lnmrs beneath the cnuntcrpone. They be-
gan 10 move. Great ScOur he shrickCd, making
! for the door; they're bed bugsr"
"'llush; not word said the landlord detaln.
already been ' ied always S iii G1e en SS up at G GeG
tine. Comes high, but our guests iusist on it,
/ aud he. pointed TO a plate of well polished beet
| bones beneath the bed. Then, hastily slipping
out. the landlord locked the door and retired"
! The above is section, neatly sawn ont OF a
ihrillin romance entitled The = House or,
Bloody Tales the Boarder,' soon to begin IN the
! Hte3y Pos, Now Is the time 10 get up clubs"
derrick, congratulate you upon utilizing fun
| with biz" said the scribe.
"tam also Bill Nyc."
william | nm glad to meet you"
| DO not address Inc as William until lproducC
any man has n right to chew, our name
Our constitution iorb!ds such familiarity
We are sentimental. When hope and
| flled with generous throbs, we do not think tina
the ,moon.cyed editor of another sheet has righ
| 10 slp up and nip mOuthml of car"
The scribe feii from his chair, but WINS lifted t.
| his seat by the kind hearted humorist.
| Now you call inc William
under lot nfpapers he drew out n bottle and re
frcshed himself
MY nnme Is Alex. Sweet, sir. and | write th,
humorous stuff for the 7cbds SU1ings. Listen:
80 Uncle Mace was met on Austin avenue yes
terday by Jim Webster who said:
"'Unclc Mace, da tells me dat yer's got de smart
est three year. old boy in Austin
"' Der man what Informed you stated fack.
what eberdence has you of dat lack?
"'Why, SGh de oddcr day chicken cum int,
my yard and dc boy begin ter chase him wild in
stinct dat shows what man he's gwine ter be-
Alex, TN glad TO meet you. We have eX
changed sympathy in private manuscript ant
now that we meet the occasion is one of cXcessiv,
JOY Is this the extent Of your literary wardrobe 2
mo, sir; | am Eugene Fields, the man whC
writes primer for the Denver Tribune. But wait
! don't ask any man to take my word
- Here We Have Boy and Dog. The Dol
Has Big Mouth, and the BOYS Mouth for Jam I
CorTespondingly Large, VIII the Boy Pull tn
Dogs Taii7 Yes, He VIII Pun Ills Tail. Will IL
Pull y Twice? No, lie win Not pull 1t TwiceY"
"Who else are your
81 am numerous others. am George W. Child!
OF the Philadelphia Ledger Listen:
"'My dog is dead, said Nancy Gary,
Come write to-day her obituary.
Gone 10 meet old TOwser.'"
A heavy fall attracted the attention of the porte
When he came in he found the scribe lying on tn
floor inscnsible.-Laae Rock Gdstu7.