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This cartoon satirizes early 20th-century class attitudes toward domestic service. A well-dressed man (labeled "Mr. Daniels") confronts his waiter with an impossible demand: "Walter, what do you expect me to open these eggs with?"—implying the eggs are served in their shells, unopened. The joke mocks the employer's deliberate rudeness disguised as bewilderment. The waiter's response—"With prayer, boss"—suggests that servants were expected to endure such humiliation with resigned acceptance, their only recourse being prayer. The cartoon critiques both the absurdity of upper-class pretension and the exploitation of working-class people, who had no realistic means to challenge such treatment beyond silent suffering or religious faith.
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CONTRIBUTORS must inclose a stamped and self-addressed envelope with all manuscripts. ‘otherwise return of the | DRAWINGS n plaialy on each and every separate sketch. descrip 58 should in every instance be written upon its individual picture, and NOT upon a separate slip of paper. laclosure of stamps to the full amount of postage is also required. {to iasure sate of material net accepted. F THE unmaking of many book-makers there also appears to be no end. eee I" IS the bubble of a bad reputation that seems to have the peculiar faculty of never bursting. eee WHEN pipe-dreams come true labor and capital will have some kind of a fighting chance against each other. W'TH the low-grade German warrior the motto will always be*t War to the knife and never to the fork.” eee LTHOUGH this is called the horseless age, the Demo- cratic party still rejoices in the possession of the historic donkey that is an unfailing index of its general all-round spiritual beauty, WHAT a perfect world this would be if patent medicines and health resorts were all that is claimed for them by the enamored architects of airy prose that write the sunny booklets. THE KIND of silence in which the crafty, would-be presidential candi- date enfolds himself is so dense and profound.that it gives his bonnet- bee a fine opportunity to dis rose tree of his lively fancy. lay its musical ability and agility in the red- WHEN MR. ROOSEVELT sets out upon a tour of investigation he is quite as well loaded for bear as at the time that he goes forth to gather the festive grizzly on the fly. This fact is so well known that it seems superfluous to mention or to dwell on it in passing. Yet we cannot refrain from alluding to it when we pause to think of the masterful manner in which the president is puncturing the postal scandal with his good sword, which would have been quite worthy of Sir Galahad. He lets the daylight of truth into the mail-bag by piercing it with his blade in the same airy manner that he bursts the punching-bag in the gymna- sium with his knuckles. The horse he rides has a bright lexicon, and in that tome there is no such word as fear. He goes wherever his rider directs him, and just at present that well-known equestrian is charging down the lists at full speed against the postal scandal that he hurls into the mud without any risk of being unhorsed himself. Before a great while the postal authorities will realize to the fullest extent just how rough a river the president is, and it is to be hoped that the lesson will be salutary and have the effect of doing them lasting good. eee 'HE ANCIENT ADAGE that it is an ill wind that blows no one good was never more faithfully exemplified than in 1893, when the Demo- cratic party put the country in hock and set and kept the machinery of the European factories in motion. France and England prospered through the folly of the Democrats, and while the limburger factories of Harlem were practically closed, Germany was doing a big cheese business with Uncle Sam, who was out of employment, while John Bull was shaping the horse- shoe of fortune with the hammer of golden opportunity. In other words, Uncle Sam was compelled to surrender his industries and business prestige to the foreigner who, while executing the saraband of joy incident to the change in his affairs, waxed fat and became the envy of the American laborer, who moped with his idle hands in his empty pockets, quite unable to properly voice his idea of the humiliation and degradation that were his. But now the situation is quite reversed. The Democratic party is now practically a moth-eaten, deckel-edged memory. The ‘Republicans are on top and prosperity is on tap. Uncle Sam is forging the horseshoe of good luck, and it is modeled after the smile of triumph that runs half way around his head. And while the hammer falls the echo is heard in every factory, and consequently in every workingman’s home the dinner-pail is full to overflowing. John Bull, the kaiser, and the head of the French govern- ment, whoever he is this week, are now in an ecstasy of despair, while they howl for the horseshoe which is npw Uncle Sam’s and pray that he may again be placed in the hands of thé philistines of Democracy, in order that his mills may be closed and that theirs may in consequence run at full — | il wes smmes THE BEST WAY. Mr. Daniets (angrily) Waiter—"* With prayer, boss.” “Walter, what do you expect me to open these eggs with? * comicbooks.com