"And his old fellow before him perpetrating frauds, old Methusalem Bloom, the robbing bagman, that poisoned himself with the prussic acid after he swamping the country with his baubles and his penny diamonds." (U12.1580.5)
"Loans by post on easy terms. Any amount of money advanced on note of hand." (U12.1583)
"Distance no object. No security. Gob, he's like Lanty MacHale's goat that'd go a piece of the road with every one.
— Well, it's a fact, says John Wyse. And there's the man now that'll tell you all about it, Martin Cunningham.
Sure enough the castle car drove up with Martin on it and Jack Power with him" (U12.1584)
"and a fellow named Crofter or Crofton, pensioner out of the collector general's, an orangeman Blackburn does have on the registration and he drawing his pay or Crawford gallivanting around the country at the king's expense." (U12.1589)

[NB: this is not Crofter, or Crofton]
"— How now, fellow? cried the second of the party, a man of pleasant countenance, So servest thou the king's messengers, master Taptun?
An instantaneous change overspread the landlord's visage.
— Cry you mercy, gentlemen, he said humbly. An you be the king's messengers (God shield His Majesty!) you shall not want for aught. The king's friends (God bless His Majesty!) shall not go afasting in my house I warrant me.
— Then about! cried the traveller who had not spoken, a lusty trencherman by his aspect. Hast aught to give us?
Mine host bowed again as he made answer:" (U 12.1604)
"So in comes Martin asking where was Bloom.
— Where is he? says Lenehan. Defrauding widows and orphans.
— Isn't that a fact, says John Wyse, what I was telling the citizen about Bloom and the Sinn Fein?
— That's so, says Martin. Or so they allege.
— Who made those allegations? says Alf.
— I, says Joe. I'm the alligator.
— And after all, says John Wyse, why can't a jew love his country like the next fellow?" (U12.1621)
"— Why not? says J. J., when he's quite sure which country it is.
— Is he a jew or a gentile or a holy Roman or a swaddler or what the hell is he? says Ned. Or who is he? No offence, Crofton.
— Who is Junius? says J. J.
— We don't want him, says Crofter the Orangeman or presbyterian." (U12.1630)

A PC from 1906 shows an anti-semitic stereotype.
Please let me know if you find any images offensive and I will take them down.
"- He's a perverted jew, says Martin, from a place in Hungary and it was he drew up all the plans according to the Hungarian system." (U12.1635)
"- Isn't he a cousin of Bloom the dentist? says Jack Power.
- Not at all, says Martin. Only namesakes. His name was Virag, the father's name that poisoned himself. He changed it by deedpoll, the father did." (U12.1638)

A plea for donations of winter clothes to The Children's Hospital on Upper Temple street lists, among the hospital's staff, M.J. Bloom, Surgeon Dentist. R.C.S.I. = Royal College of Surgeons of Ireland.
"- That's the new Messiah for Ireland! says the citizen. Island of saints and sages!
- Well, they're still waiting for their redeemer, says Martin. For that matter so are we.
- Yes, says J. J., and every male that's born they think it may be their Messiah." (U12.1642)
"And every jew is in a tall state of excitement, I believe, till he knows if he's a father or a mother.
- Expecting every moment will be his next, says Lenehan.
- O, by God, says Ned, you should have seen Bloom before that son of his that died was born." (U12.1647)

A similar 'joke' is used in this British PC to caricature the Irish.
"I met him one day in the south city markets..." (U12.1651)
"buying a tin of Neave's food six weeks before the wife was delivered." (U12.1652)

A period ad for Neave's Food.
I was surprised that Bloom would buy food for his unborn baby, then found out that Neave's was also marketed for pregnant and for nursing women. This ad is from the ILN (1899). Many of Neave's ads boasted that it was the choice of the Russian Imperial family.
"- En ventre sa mere, says J.J.
- Do you call that a man? says the citizen.
- I wonder did he ever put it out of sight, says Joe.
- Well, there were two children born anyhow, says Jack Power.
- And who does he suspect? says the citizen.
Gob, there's many a true word spoken in jest. One of those mixed middlings he is." (U12.1653)
"- A wolf in sheep's clothing, says the citizen. That's what he is. Virag from Hungary! Ahasuerus I call him. Cursed by God." (U12.1666)
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