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 “Clasping Hands Over the Bloodless (Sar)c(h)asm”
  Cartoonist:  Thomas Nast
  Source:  Harper's Weekly
  Date:   November 23, 1872, pp. 912-913

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Complete HarpWeek Explanation:
In one of his most spectacular designs, Thomas Nast ventures an elaborate, grotesque overview of the 1872 presidential election. In it, President Ulysses S. Grant, triumphantly returned to office for a second term, politely "clasps hands" with Uncle Sam, as the chasm closes to doom Greeley's misbegotten coalition to an eternity of torment and disfavor. Note Uncle Sam's deep bow of respect and perhaps relief, as opposed to the Grant's more restrained gesture. Tranquillity has returned to the scene (above ground), with the republic safe for at least four more years.

Horace Greeley hangs at the zenith of this underworld, caught by the usual Gratz Brown tag on the tail of his coat. His pockets disgorge literature as before: "What I Know About Running for President," "What I Know About Oblivion," and "What I Know About Chasm." Immediately below, Whitelaw Reid sprawls as if suffering from a hangover. His hand-organ that "Is Not An Organ" carries his unfortunate editorial prediction of six weeks earlier: "We Are On the Home Stretch."

As in earlier instances, it is fair to surmise that Nast's "Bloodless (Sar)c(h)asm" was well under way before the election of November 5. The cartoonist's principal impulse may have come from a pair of apocalyptic designs by his Greeleyite rival, Matt Morgan of Frank Leslie's Illustrated Newspaper. In the issue post-dated November 2, a sweeping Morgan double-page cartoon shows the nation menaced by a dark horde of Republican villains. Columbia is holding the tatters of an American flag as she indicates to a group of departed national leaders (including Washington and Lincoln) the corrupt danger rising from the lower depths.

A second tortured image by Morgan on the cover of the following issue portrays "The Republic on the Brink.," Miss Columbia stands disconsolate and barefoot at the brink of another yawning chasm. A cigar-puffing "King Grant," apparently intoxicated, commands such Republican accomplices as Senators Conkling, Morton, and Cameron to "Push her off, boys. I'll kick this thing over. We must have things our way." Nast would simply turn this notion around, point it in the opposite direction, and elaborate it infinitely.













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