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This page contains three distinct pieces of early 20th-century social satire: **"Inexpensive"** (main story with cartoon): A narrative mocking nouveau-riche pretension. The Graylings hire an expensive dancing master, Rupert Oswald, as a status symbol, paying $300 (substantial money then). The irony: their daughter Lucy elopes with the athletic young groom instead, while everyone assumes she's with the fashionable instructor. The satire targets both the family's social climbing and the dancing master's affected "gaucheries" that supposedly mark modern sophistication. **"The Dansant"** (poem): Contrasts genteel Victorians taking tea by firesides with modern women who sip tea between tango dances at cabarets—mocking the frenetic, jazz-age social scene as superficially different but essentially unchanged. **"Modern Demand"** (joke cartoon): A heavenly newcomer demands an automatic player piano, satirizing American consumer culture and mechanical convenience obsession even in afterlife. All three pieces share Judge's characteristic anxiety about modernity, social mobility, and changing manners among the wealthy.

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some c-chap in that c-cos- tume?"’ asked Hilda, who stammered a little. The doctor said she would out- grow it. “Why not?” “Why not? W-well, if I had y-your shape at y-your age, I'd disguise ita bit. J-j-just 1-l-look at your I-l-l-legs!’" “You are very frank, and-gold limousine stalled on the road, Oswald had apparently had to practice the ‘‘hesitation’’ back to some point from which he could return to town. Hilda, all excitement, had remainedup to greet her parents. ‘Lucy has eloped with the dancing master!'"’ she cried. ‘‘Her trunk is gone!" All the servants, including the stables contingent, had their heads together here and there, whispering. you chit! And where are your manners? I was taught to say ‘limbs.’ And look at your own!"* “B-but I'm young enough to s-s-show mine, dear! Are y-y-you com- ing back in time for y-y- your d-d-dancing I-les- sen?”’ “What if I’m not?” “Oh, y-you’ll be back. I saw him k-k-kiss you Wednesday. And y-you t-t-thought I wasn’t I-l- looking!’’ Hilda escaped a box INEXPENSIVE Harry —1s Ned going with Dorothy now? Fred—Sure. perhaps; but dancing masters of class are scarcer than multi-millionaires. It was a favor to Jonathan Grayling that one dancing master of class should consent to drive out to Grayling Gables in his pur- ple-and-gold limousine and , spend an hour twice weekly with Lucy and Hilda for the moderate fee of $300, which paid also for his time to and fro. His name was Rupert Oswald. He had developed from vaudeville and carried with him certain gaucheries that were copied by his clients in society as part of the eti- quette of modern dancing. Success covers a multitude of things. As.the Graylings drove into town together this day of their unwilling and temporary asso- ciation, each shrewdly calculat- ing as to some place to separate quite remote from anything that might suggest the dance, . Lucy came out for a ride on horseback, and Hilda for ten- nis. It was considered safe to leave the girls in a -household that had so many servants they were in one another's way. “D-do you expect to c-cateh Ever since he found out that candy makes her sick and she wouldn't go to the movies because it hurts her eyes. on the ear, and disap- peared. Lucy taking her spirited mount, followed by an athletic young groom, cantered away. Rupert Oswald did not appear at Grayling Gables to give the girls a lesson that day. Jonathan Grayling and Mrs. Grayling, returning late in the evening in separate cars, passed Oswald's purple- was handed a golden harp. out bitterly, Shrewd as Hilda was, she also had been fooled. Lucy had eloped with the groom, The Dansant BEFORE the back-log’s leaping blaze Fine dames of long ago Sat late on winter afternoons Within the roseate glow; The kettle sang upon the hob, The lid danced merrily, And to these mild accompaniments Milady sipped her tea. In softly lighted drawing-rooms Fine ladies of to-day Appear in stunning Paris gowns, While, a la cabaret, The tango music floats about Insinuatingly, And, 'twixt the pauses of the dance, Milady sips her tea! —Lida Keck Wiggins. Modern Demand When Squilbob landed in heaven, he He bawled “See here! Haven't you got an auto- matic player attachment?”’ SHOPPING. PARLANCE Customer—Yes, have it wrapped, please. When it's ready you'll find me in the nightgowns, comicbooks.com