THE SHOWMAN.

Now is the time and the opportunity to see the great Mastodon!

Walk in, gentlemen! Admission, the nominal amount of twenty-five cents!

The bones of this fossil monster have been found at a depth of one hundred and twenty-five feet below the green sward of this beautiful earth.

Now is the time and the opportunity!

It stands twenty-five feet on its legs, is twenty-five feet long. It has been found under one hundred and twenty-five degrees of longitude, which gives to the animal the enormous length of one hundred and seventy-five feet.

Now is the time!

This picture of the animal is taken after

a photograph by Bradley & Rulofson. As you see here, the animal fed exclusively on boa constrictors. Anybody that has conferred with Montgomery Queen on the price of boa constrictors will know the enormous price of such luxury. So the unscrupulous wisdom of Divine Providence has endowed this beatiful creature with an unlimited capacity to live on credit.

Now is the time!

Professor Huxley, in conjunction with the Alta California and other bodies of inscrutable wisdom with whom we have been in communication, agrees that this animal has lived one hundred and twenty-five years before the Flood. That arrow-head that looks like a fragment of a broken whiskybottle has been found near his left hindleg, which circumstance proves that this animal had sufficient mental power to run away from its enemies, and proves at the same time that the San Francisco Society to Prevent Cruelty to Animals was not then in existence. One of the enormous tusks

has a filling, which circumstance proves the antiquity of dentistry.

Now is the time!

Listen to the Mastodon!

Now I am to lecture!

Recollect, gentlemen, now is the time! This giant skeleton has been sold to the British Museum for the moderate sum of one hundred and twenty-five thousand dollars, and here I am on the road to an independent fortune. Now, you will say, If that man is on the way to an independent fortune, why does he take all the trouble to lecture here every night by torchlight on the sidewalk, without any protection for his learned head but the canopy of heaven?

Gentlemen, here I stand on the green soil of this beautiful State of California. I am proud to be a son of this free country and to enlighten my fellow-citizens on the subject of antediluvian creation.

Now is the time!

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LAST JINKS ON SACRAMENTO STREET.

ILLUSTRIOUS SIRE: I congratulate you that on this festive occasion you preside over this enlightened Bohemian body. It was always considered a high honor to preside on Christmas night, when the strictest privacy protects the impressive rites and dark mysteries of Bohemia. But under the present circumstances, when we are prepared to emigrate from this sacred abode to the distant shores of Pine Street, to prepare a new home for the Pilgrim Fathers of Bohemia, you will not object when I compare you to the Mayflower. This night is the last night that the sacred rites of High Jinks are to be celebrated in these rooms. It is the first time that we celebrate the last High Jinks. May they turn out to be everlasting.