Caption: Sophograph - 1891
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I III. PHOCiMAPH Jusl outside the »it\ we passed o large hole in fche ground called "the pit of puns." Here we saw Jerry Stevens (who was killed l>v one of Ins own productions) greasing fcho edge so thai if would be dangerous to take a step in that direction. Entering the city, the Temple of Humor, remarkable for its length, a large l>uildi n g called " B r e v i t y " b e c a u s e i\ is t h e s a n c t u a r y of t h e wits, " S a t i r i c a l H a l l , " a n ugly Boi D "Awkward, embai rs <d. stiff, m 1 v ()/ moving K "'' '"" - ° tuiiti/ SUA il i J i ' il [A "Lei me hep on and do not wake m< \ 0 VNO "A nd look how well mj g TUBUS " m < I ion dan / j "Statesman a'l over I in plot Miss JoNSS " A n d w h e n -le- d a n c e d DlNWIDDIE structure, and several smaller buildings of int. resting appearance were pointed <>ut a s t h e p r i n c i p a l p o i n t s of i n t e r e s t . Before " d o i n g t h e t o w n " I went to a hotel for d i n ner. A s s o o n a s I h a d r e g i s t e r e d , t h e clerk ailed out t.> a g r o u p of w a l k i n g s k e l e t o n s , oh. heaven, her "Tis, alas, Hia modest bashfnJ natnr< That makes him -dent." BAKCJ.AY nd pare in; Randolph. "Here is the man who is trvine to brine; disgrace upon this community; what shall !< >> done with him?" "Let us roast him," thej ried; ami. seizing me, they rushed to the kitchen to fulfill their threat; but tin' fire was out. Pausing only a moment, they d r o p p e d me i n t o a c a l d r o n of cold s o u p . d u s t t h e n I a w o k e a n d found it not all a dream. "This is as strangi OOPPBBX - thing as < I looked on/ wrt. d. 1 "With '-very change his features pi; As aspens -how the lighl and shi HoeTON " W h y , how k n o w y o u t h a t I a m in 1 Shakspere. FBAHM— "How shall I ever go throngh tin- rongh KM.is — rid;" il Hard throngh the hours of the sad midnight w \h*n BEOKWITH " J k n o w w h a t - O n l y i - : it i- "This is the rascal: this is he I spoil —Shak Chips from the Workshop. REAI " A <l<*'-j>. o c c u l t philosopher, I BHOLT •if he take you in hand, sir, with an argument, H e ' l l !)iay y o u i n a m o r t a r . " Ben John* n, ENO "My mind to me an empii - ia." Aa learned as Jhe wild Irish are." Butler, .Miss H I [TKBFIEi i> IT l» OuTOAI/J S mthweU* I! Ji ra "We are i wo I ellei Bo fer and I ; Rog< my dog." ./. / Trowbridge. U F o r h e r OM n ; a r ' d all d. s c r i p t i o n . " Sh 11 W hat mI I J am no! .-" Shakepere. "How greatest geniu oft li led." r
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