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This page contains two distinct satirical pieces: **Main Story (top)**: A marital dialogue where a husband confronts his wife about her premarital romantic history. She had claimed ignorance of swimming, accepting "lessons" from multiple men (Jack Longworthy and Harry Lyman), later revealed to be suitors. The satire targets the "typical summer girl"—a social type from the leisure class who played naive to attract male attention and romantic attention during Newport season. The husband's grievances (she beat him at tennis, quit golf, entertained other dancers) mock both her manipulation and his desperate attempts to please her. The resolution—"you must get a pair of skates"—suggests reconciliation through shared activity. **"No Danger" cartoon (middle)**: A brief joke about police interrogating a criminal who planted an "infernal machine" (bomb) in a businessman's office, rigged to the typewriter's comma key. The punchline satirizes stenographers' poor grammar: no secretary would ever use a comma, so the bomb is harmless. **"Municipal Economy" cartoon (bottom)**: Quick gag about bureaucratic inefficiency—a sewer won't be installed until *after* newly laid asphalt is torn up.

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“IT became engaged to you, didn’t 1? I hadn’t seen enough of “Yes, Iknow. You were a typical summer girl. And I had to chase off the next summer to Newport, where I gain the de- voted—the laborious—lover. There you pretended you didn’t know how to swim, I thought you were ery slow learner. And I confess ii the joys of instruction until — “Until we were married. have short memories.”” “No. I've never told you. I cherished those glorious memories until the summer after we were mar- ried. Then, on different occasions, when each of them congratu- lated me on having won you, Jack Longworthy and Harry Lyman, in pleasing recollection of their own separate summer engagements to you, each told me that he had taught you to swim.” “Isn't it a girl’s privilege to take as many swimming lessons as are necessary?” “I suppose it is. I owe neither of those chaps any grudge. I'm only reminding you that on every occasion possible I’ve tried to please you. You know I always—or almost always—let you beat meat tennis. Many a time I’ve even inspired the ill will of a partner when it was doubles by giving the game away. And unlike many men who assume that golf is essentially a man’s game, and one designed to enable a husband to get a little liberty from domestic routine, I taught you that game with great pains and never played without you when you were in the mood.” “And almost always beat me. That’s why I dropped golf.” 0? Well, you have given other excuses for not playing. And again, when dancing first became a rage I religiously practiced and learned every freak step and acrobatic insanity———”" “So that I might not dance too often with other men. men. Confess it.”” “Cleverer men, ch?” “Oh, you know what I mean. Cleverer dancers. You're clever enough otherwise. And I'll admit that up to a few months ago you were an exemplary husband—always the lover, reasonably considerate, and seldom a bore.” “Seldom a bore is another happy expression.”” “But for some time you've been out at the Club, or somewhere, all hours.” “As you also have, Priscilla dear. I’ve seldom found you home. I’ve run about a bit, I know. And at the Club I got too close to Men Cleverer But I’m anxious to cut it all out —if we can re-estab And you'll notice I haven't asked you I fancy, however, that you haven't been point bridge. lish the old comradeship. what you've been doing. enjoying yourself alone.” “No. Several chaps have participate “Chaps, ch? Well, maybe it’s too late— “Oh, no, it isn’t, if you're as willing as you used to be to please “Willing? I’m anxious. I'd do anything. ne your terms.” “Well, then, dear, you must get a pair of skates. No Danger The Third Degree was at its climax. “Do you mean that you have placed an infernal machine in the office of John H. Mogul?” ’ said the criminal, cringing before the red moustache of Sergeant O’Brien of the Metropolitan police, “I did. It is con- nected with the typewriter.” “How?” “To the comma key; when his stenographer strikes that key, all will be blown up.” “Well, I guess there’s no hurry then. ever lived used a comma.” No stenographer that MUNICIPAL ECONOMY Jensen—I thought they were going to put a sewer in this street ? Benson—They are. They'll begin excavating just as soon as the asphalt is laid. comicbooks.com