"And whereas on the sixteenth day of the month of the oxeyed goddess and in the third week after the feastday of the Holy and Undivided Trinity, the daughter of the skies, the virgin moon being then in her first quarter," (U12.1111)
"And Bloom letting on to be awfully deeply interested in nothing, a spider's web in the corner behind the barrel, and the citizen scowling after him and the old dog at his feet looking up to know who to bite and when." (U12.1160)
"- A dishonoured wife, says the citizen, that's what's the cause of all our misfortunes.
- And here she is, says Alf, that was giggling over the Police Gazette with Terry on the counter, in all her warpaint.
And what was it only one of the smutty yankee pictures Terry borrows off of Corny Kelleher." (U12.1163)

The Police Gazette was a weekly 'yankee' magazine, its offices in New York. As seen in this issue from 1882, the full title was 'The National Police Gazette: The Leading Illustrated Sporting Journal in America'.

The Police Gazette began publication in 1845. In 1876-77, it was taken over by Richard Kyle Fox, an Irishman from Belfast who had emigrated to America in 1874. Fox made the Police Gazette an extremely successful 'sensationalist' publication.
"Secrets for enlarging your private parts. Misconduct of society belle." (U12.1169)

Richard Fox exposed the prejudice and bigotry that were prevalent at the time, and exploited their shock values: against Blacks, Jews and Chinese, foreigners in general, clergymen, the upper class, politicians etc. The Police Gazette reported (with illustrations) on all sorts of scandals and petty crimes, as well as sports and theater.

Fox introduced many innovations in journalism: the concept of the illustrated paper, the sports page, the gossip column, and the 'centerfold' (there was a 'Favorite of the Footlights' in many issues). His contributions to sports were significant: he made boxing popular, but also respectable and legal. The Police Gazette was immensely popular.

The advertisement section offered remedies for various ailments and 'habits'. The Police Gazette also promoted various self-publications.

Fox died in 1922, a multimillionaire. By that time the tabloids had started, photography had been introduced into magazines, and the Police Gazette was in decline for many years.
"Norman W. Tupper, wealthy Chicago contractor, finds pretty but faithless wife in lap of officer Taylor. Belle in her bloomers misconducting herself, and her fancyman feeling for her tickles and Norman W. Tupper bouncing in with his peashooter just in time to be late after she doing the trick of the loop with officer Taylor." (U12.1170)

As discovered by William A. Mays (www.PoliceGazette.US), this story was in the Sept 16, 1893 issue:

Chicago police circles have been in a ferment for the last few days over a scandal that cropped out before the trial board and which will inevitably result in the dismissal of Sergeant Al Taylor, of the Thirteenth precinct.
Norman W. Tupper is a wealthy contractor, with a sumptuous home at 1137 Jackson Boulevard. His wife and two little girls had everything they desired, but the mother's infatuation with Sergeant Taylor was the family skeleton. One day recently Mr. Tupper left the house, ostensibly for the day, but returned an hour later and going suddenly into the parlor found his wife on the lap of Taylor, her arms entwining his neck, and just about to kiss his official lips. Tupper made a wild dash for the policeman, who hastily pushed Mrs. Tupper aside and reached for his revolver. The wronged husband hesitated a moment and the sergeant made his escape.'
"- Well, says the citizen, what's the latest from the scene of action? What did those tinkers in the city hall at their caucus meeting decide about the Irish language?" (U12.1180)
"O'Nolan, clad in shining armour, low bending made obeisance to the puissant and high and mighty chief of all Erin and did him to wit of that which had befallen," (U12.1183)
"how that the grave elders of the most obedient city, second of the realm" (U12.1185)

This PC shows the Coat of Arms of the City of Dublin which was first granted officially to the municipal authority, Dublin City Assembly, in 1607. It includes the ancient device of the three castles, which has been the symbol of the city since the Middle Ages. It also includes the motto of the city in Latin: Obedientia Civium Urbis Felicitas = The Obedience of the Citizen is the Happiness of the City.
"He said and then lifted he in his rude great brawny strengthy hands the medher of dark strong foamy ale and, uttering his tribal slogan Lamh Dearg Abu, he drank to the undoing of his foes, a race of mighty valorous heroes, rulers of the waves, who sit on thrones of alabaster silent as the deathless gods." (U12.1210)
"- What's up with you, says I to Lenehan. You look like a fellow that had lost a bob and found a tanner.
- Gold cup, says he.
- Who won, Mr Lenehan? says Terry.
- Throwaway, says he, at twenty to one. A rank outsider. And the rest nowhere.
- And Bass's mare? says Terry.
- Still running, says he. We're all in a cart. Boylan plunged two quid on my tip Sceptre for himself and a lady friend.
- I had half a crown myself, says Terry, on Zinfandel that Mr Flynn gave me. Lord Howard de Walden's." (U12.1215)
"- Twenty to one, says Lenehan. Such is life in an outhouse. Throwaway, says he. Takes the biscuit, and talking about bunions. Frailty, thy name is Sceptre." (U12.1219)

(Image courtesy of the James Joyce Museum)
"So he went over to the biscuit tin Bob Doran left to see if there was anything he could lift on the nod, the old cur after him backing his luck with his mangy snout up. Old Mother Hubbard went to the cupboard.
- Not there, my child, says he.
- Keep your pecker up, says Joe. She'd have won the money only for the other dog. " (U12.1229)
"And J.J. and the citizen arguing about law and history with Bloom sticking in an odd word.
- Some people, says Bloom, can see the mote in others' eyes but they can't see the beam in their own.
- Raimeis, says the citizen. There's no-one as blind as the fellow that won't see, if you know what that means." (U12.1235)
"Where are our missing twenty millions of Irish should be here today instead of four, our lost tribes? And our potteries and textiles, the finest in the whole world! And our wool that was sold in Rome in the time of Juvenal and our flax and our damask from the looms of Antrim" (U12.1240)
"and our Limerick lace, our tanneries and our white flint glass down there by Ballybough" (U12.1244)
"and our Huguenot poplin that we have since Jacquard de Lyon" (U9.1245)
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