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This page contains three distinct pieces of satirical content: 1. **"He Knew Her"** (top left): A dialogue-based sketch about a woman claiming to know someone named "Mr. Dugan" at the Black Manufacturing Company, while company staff insist no such person works there. The humor derives from the woman's insistence versus institutional denial—likely satirizing workplace confusion or someone's invented credentials. 2. **"Compromise"** (middle): A brief domestic exchange where a wife asks her husband to buy more groceries, he resists, and she threatens to stop cooking. The satire targets marital negotiations and economic domestic tensions. 3. **"What He Missed"** (bottom): A cartoon about Edward Yates, an Englishman who died poor after starting as a brick-layer. The satire suggests he would have prospered more had he remained working-class rather than attempting social advancement. These reflect early 20th-century American class and domestic anxieties.

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JUDGE'S FAVORITES. DOROTHY THOMAS IN “THE GALILEAN’S VICTORY."” How sagely for the stagey part Of serio-tragic, fervid art You put a winsome pathos on And capture us and take our mon! WHO Is IT FOR?’ A CHICAGO company has just finished mak- ing the longest leather belt in the world. It is 114 feet long, but whether it is to be pre- sented to Mr. Taft or not no one seems to know. It might make a good hat-band for Mr. Roos—— But, no! Let us not be guilty of lése Teddy. 2 COMPROMISE, Wifey—* But why don’t you want me to buy your neckties any more ?” Hubby—“ Well—er—I'd rather buy them myself than have you go to all that trouble.” Wifey—« But I like to do things for you. Hubby—Oh, in that case I'll let you look after the furnace this winter.” HE. KNEW HER. 4s L JELLO!" H + Well?” “Is dis de Blank Manu- facturin’ Co, 2?” Yes. What is it, please?” “Mr. Dugan told me ter tell youse dat he’s down an’ out an’ won't be down ter-day.” ** Mr. who?” “Mr. Dugan.” Who is he ?" ‘He's a guy wot works fer youse, uv course.” «But I know of no Mr. Dugan working here.” + Wot's dat?” «+I say there is no one ot the name of Dugan working here.” ““Youse must be bug: house! He's bin workin’ dere fer de last six months.” “Mr, Dugan has? must be mistaken.” “G'wan! You jest tell de boss dat Mr. Dugan won't be dere ter-day—dat’s all you got- ter do.” «But what would be the use? No Mr. Dugan works here. You must have the wrong number.” “G'wan! Dis is de Blank Company, ‘cause I know yer voice. Youse is de pretty type- writer dat's too stuck-up ter notice a bloke w'en he tips yer a smile.. I seen yer w'en I wuz in dere de udder day chinnin’ wid Dugan. “ Is yer goin’ ter give de boss dat message ?” + Who do you mean by Mr. Dugan, anyway 2” “Why, Johnny Dugan, uv course.” 3 ++ Do you mean the office-boy 2” es “Sure ting.” *Oh, Isee! You mean Johnny.” + Who did yer t'ink meant? Didn't yer t'ink de bloke had any name but Johnny? You give dat message, or I won't take yer out aiitermobile-ridin’ on Fift’ Avenoo next Sunday. See?” You ARISTOCRATIC. - “« Are you going south this year?"’ “No. That has become so plebeian, | think I shall spend the winter in this conservatory.” + You're too fresh, whoever you are!" + + Dat so? Now, fer dat de engagement is off. Send back all me love-letters an’ dat sparkler.” “Tl report you if you're not careful. Good-bye !" “Good-bye, kid. Don't fergit dem love-letters an’ "—— Berer-rer-r-rr-t-r-r-r-r-r | Am unis, t- WHAT HE MISSED. A BOSTON newspaper says that Edward Yates, who recently died in England worth $5,000,000, began life as a poor brick-layer, Marvelous! Only just think how much more he would have made if he had begun life as a good brick-layer! TOO SLOW FOR THESE TIMES. Pustisuer—“ How long will it take you to finish that book of yours ?"" Poputar auTHor—‘ Oh, about three months.” Pustisner (sarcastically)—"* You must be writing for posterity." comicbooks.com