American wit and humor; Newspapers -- Sections, columns, etc. -- Excerpts
"That," said the Hatter, "is something else again."
V.
Presently they came to a collection of factories, the tall chimneys of
which poured out smoke in great volume.
"Those are the Smoking Stacks of Industry," said the Hatter.
"What do they manufacture here?" asked Alice.
"Cartoonatums," said the Hatter. "A cartoonatum," he explained, "is a
combination of wheels, rods, cogs, hoppers, cranks, etc., which
sometimes looks like a sausage grinder and sometimes like a
try-your-weight machine. It couldn't possibly go, any more than the
locomotives in Cartoonland."
"Why don't the Cartoonlanders have machines that _can_ go?" inquired
Alice.
"That," replied the Hatter, "would require a little study and
observation."
VI.
As Alice and the Hatter walked along they passed many curious things,
such as Wolves in Sheep's Clothing, the skin of a Tiger nailed to a barn
door, St. George and the Dragon, Father Knickerbocker, barrels of
political mud, a huge serpent labeled "Anarchy," a drug store window
full of bottles of Political Dope and boxes of Political Pills, an
orchard of Political Plum Trees, and other objects which the Hatter said
were as old as the hills. "I'm afraid there's nothing to hold us here,"
he declared.
Alice's attention was suddenly attracted by a little girl in a thin and
ragged dress who, with an empty basket on her arm, was gazing wistfully
at the goodies in a bakeshop window.
"She represents Poverty," said the Hatter. "When she isn't staring at a
bakeshop she's looking at a proclamation by the ice trust, or something
like that."
Alice spoke to the child and learned that she was one of a large family.
Her father, she said, was a New York cartoonist who one day had been
visited by an Original Idea.
"Where is he?" cried the Hatter excitedly.
"He dropped dead!" replied the child, weeping bitterly.
"Good night!" said the Hatter, and walked away.
A LINE-O'-TYPE OR TWO
_Quicquid agunt homines nostri est farrago libelli._
--_Juvenal._
Question:
Who is this Juvenal wheezer?
Readers inquire every day.
Give us a line on the geezer--
What is he trying to say?
Do you expect us to get stuff
That is clear over our bean?
What is that "_Quicquid_, et cet." stuff?
What does the gibberish mean?
Reply:
If you're too lazy to look for
Juvenal's name in the Dic,
Why should _I_ go to the book for
Such a cantankerous kick?
Still, to avoid all dissension,
And my good nature to prove,
I am quite willing to mention
One or two things about Juve.
Juve was a Roman humdinger,
Writer of satires and sich.
He was consid'rable stinger--
Rare were his sallies and rich.
High his poetic position,
Lofty his manner and brow;
Lived in the time of Domitian;--
That's all I think of just now.
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