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This page contains satirical editorials rather than political cartoons. The "Hurdled" section mocks East Cleveland's municipal governance, referencing a population of 15,000 that recently gained voting rights. The satire criticizes how these new voters—described as "boys under 19, idiots, insane and convicted criminals"—were granted suffrage through a charter change approved by a two-to-one margin. The text uses absurdist humor to attack what it presents as reckless democratic expansion to unsuitable voters. The "Sixes and Sevens" section comments on England potentially granting women's suffrage and discusses American political dysfunction, suggesting citizens lack engagement with governance. The accompanying illustration depicts what appears to be rural characters, likely reinforcing stereotypes about newly enfranchised voters' unsuitability for political participation.
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Light! Light! More Light! ELectric effulgence waxes in pop- ularity. It makes night more bril- liant than daytime—when its incandes- cence turns the sun yellow with bilious envy—and disposes of the moon as a mere sentimental heroine. Without, the darkest night has no terrors, for knowl- cdge is no longer troublesome as to what and how lack of illumination obscures the field of vision. There is no lack. Where once—in past ages—a dec le, that is, ago -you were unable to see your hand held before your face, now any number of hands may be seen at sober will, entirely dependent on the candle power dis- pensed. Clocks and watches are ceasing to have any real use except as ornaments. They remain jewelry, and as decoration and furniture will doubtless persist; but while time is held in’ check so that waning day is disre- garded, there is little need nce con- trols our outlook and min- isters to our senses so completely that windows are almost superfluous. Indeed, they are gradu- ally disappearing as illu- minating media. Some few are still to be seen, though protected from all refractive strain by sev- eral sets of defenses in the way of shades, cur- >’ Mr. Girth—What's the matter with the boy, uncle Mose ? spill a pot ob paint on his face, an’ Ah reckon he's gone color blind fo’ a spell. tains, and draperies. Somebody has suggested that it is almost late cnough for the high-power lamps to reveal the contents of men’s minds. ‘This may be an advance in the right direction, as less talking would be necessary, and we might all become more like the mov Hurdled FPHE MEN of East Cleveland, with a population of 15,000, got tired of waiting for Ohio to grant the ballot to wo- men and so they adopted a new charter, by a vote of two to one, ing those of that city municipal suffrage. Now its women are sovereign’ voters but if they should move into Cleveland then they re- turn again to the political ranks of boys under 21, idiots, insane and convicted criminals. This is a fine old republic! wanna Ss xz Uncle Mose—He done Sixes and Sevens UST for hands-across-the-sea sake, England might: make it a red, white and blue instead of a black list. 2 They’re going to cut “the giving away” out of one of the marriage ceremonics. No, it isn’t the Reno one. Many of the early settlers in New E: can trace their ancestry to royalty. York Sun. Sometimes ancestry gets a flush royal from a mere squint at its posterity. ¢ Every presidential election proves that there are millions of our fellow citizens who don’t agree with us. Neither docs our food, for that matter—or our wife Not always—not usually, We have to have food, and wives, and fellow-citizens. If our di gestion had nothing to do but assimilate agrecable food, if our charity had nothing to do but spread its mantle over placable wives and like - minded + fellow citizens, the cight- hour problem for diges- tion and for charity could beacinch. Ifeverybody thought as we do, how could we think better than everybody else? & Premicr Nikolas Kala- geropoulos may yet make a name for himself. ge out'n pay like other dogs: comicbooks Om