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This page contains multiple brief satirical pieces typical of early 20th-century humor: **"A Three-Minute Horse"** mocks dialect-humor stereotypes common to the era, featuring "Uncle Zeke" claiming his horse is a "three-minute hoss"—fast only for a quarter-mile, not a full mile. The joke plays on exaggeration and miscommunication. **"We Should Never Laugh, On the 'L'"** catalogs absurd behaviors on elevated trains (the "L" being Chicago's transit system), including the married man with blonde hair on his coat—suggesting infidelity—and various awkward commuter situations. **"The Age of Mechanism"** shows a woman with a mechanical "proposal register," satirizing the reduction of romance to transactional efficiency. **West Point cartoon** jokes about military protocol and saluting failures. **"Out Hunting"** features ironic humor about a hunter missing a squirrel. The page reflects turn-of-the-century American humor: class-based jokes, ethnic dialect comedy, observations of urban life, and gentle mockery of social conventions and modern inconveniences.

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A POKERISH SUBJECT. E KNOW by the platitude hoary ‘That “a cat may look at a king,” ‘And we also know from the story «stat the sight costs never a thing. I's a point ina feline’s favor, Ft we know, too, one and all, That the price of a sight of aking with us Depends on who's got the call. ca A THREE-MINUTE HORSE. Friend —"\ understand, Zeke, that you have a fine horse there.” ‘ndeed, boss. My Lucy am a fine trottah. Uncle Zeke —" Ves, am a t'ree-minit hoss, Friend —*Nou don't mean to say that the animal can go a mile in three minutes ? Unele Zeke—" Who kentry, boss, am fer quattah-mile. ree-minit hoss.’ bout a mile? All reckods in dis yere She am a t'ree-minit hoss, boss, a WE SHOULD NEVER LAUGH, ON THE “L,” at ‘The man who runs wildly for the minutes, The severe old party who seems unconscious of his song-and-dance umbrella. The polite youth who follows the tailor-made girl the whole length of the car, with a paper she has forgotten, only to find that she does not want it, ‘The fat man who struggles with the immovable window and then tries to look as though nothing had happened. ‘The conductor who calls out the stations with dramatic effect. ‘The married man, with a blonde hair on the shoulder of his over- coat, trying to flirt with the gentlemanly young type-writer girl. ‘The young person who takes notes on her cuff and gets carried cight blocks beyond her str ‘ain which doesn’t start for ten KATH MASTERSON, THE AGE OF MECHANISM. Mr, SeNNINGER — Miss Praciow — 1 T—may T hope that you will be mine 2” ick 1" WHY A WEST POINT RESIGNATION WAS REQUESTED. LiguTRNANT NEW SENTRY LiguTRNANT— New sent didn’t hear me,” “« Don't you know enough to salute your superior officer?" ** T did, sir.” I failed to see you.” —"' Just as you came along I said ‘Ah, there !" but T guess you HIS NECK IN THE YOKE, Grafton—"Aw, Algy, where did you get that stunning collar you're wearing? ‘Alf the fellows ‘ave spoken to me about it to-day, and I'll bet it'll be all the wage.” Baboony (whispering) — collahs this mawning, and baw is one o' my cuffs I've put on h, Cholly! I wun short o° Jove, to tell the truth, this A PRETTY JAPANESE PROVERB. “Be like the tree that covers with flowers the hand that AGAINST HIS PRINCIPLES. Visitor —" Who's your wife's doctor, uncle?” Unele Silas —" Oh, she allus has one 0” these '¢ prohibitionists.” . Visitor —" Why, what do you mean? was a homaopathist.” Unete Silas —* Wall, ‘t amounts ter the same thing; they don't neither on ‘em b'leve in takin’ nuthin’.” blamed I thought she OUT HUNTING. “My dear feliow, you can't imagine how I felt the first time I caught sight of a squirrel—a real, live squirrel! My heart jumped into my throat. What joy! What emot I raised my gun to my shoulder, took aim, and fired, gun went off all right “Yes; [hope you didn’t mis “ And so did the squirrel. CUI BONO? go to the art museum.” ‘man —* Closed on Sundays, you know." First wor Second wor comicbooks.com