Punchinello, Volume 1, No. 22, August 27, 1870 by Various
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ongentlemanly manner.
(N.B.--I would heer state that I'me a Resistanter agin femail suffrage. Give woman the 16th Commendment and we can cry "peece" ontil our wind-pipes are collored, but not a darned bit of peece will we git, except occashunly a peece is nockt off of our snoot, for refusin' to get up early Monday mornin's to do the washin'.) At the above juncture of the proceedin's, the Cardiff Jiant, who is spendin' the summer at this selebrated waterin' place, entered the room. The old feller had heard of this grate Fossil Convenshun. As the distinguished fraud entered the room, cheers filled the air. Members in exstasy jumped up onto the benches--stood on their heads--threw their false teeth all about the floor, and acted like a lot of Rocky Mountain injuns, chock full of New England rum. Silents was restored by tossin' a live man to the exsited Amazons, whom they tore to peeces, partly satisfyin' their cravin' appetites. Old GIPSUM then _oratoricised_ as viz.: "Feller Fossils: This is indeed the most momentous event I've attended since I left Onondagar. "When COTTON MATHER came over in the Grate Eastern, he sent out a dove to see if the Pilgrims, would allow her to pick any flowers off of Plymouth |
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