These the gravest men, after a full meal of serious meditation, often allow themselves by way of dessert: for which purpose, certain books and pictures find their way into the most private recesses of their study, and a certain liquorish part of natural philosophy is often the principal subject of their conversation.

The Indian brave [1] inherited a wigwam. This left him in a bit of a quandary. Which to use? His old Tepee, or his new Wigwam? He was sorely vexed by his dilemma, so much so that he couldn't get to sleep. He went to see the medicine man. I know what your problem is said the medicine man Your two tents IGMC

Won't anyone step up to the challenge?

Woman is dethroned as the primary and supreme sex, debased into inseminable hetaera.