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# "You're So Extravagant!" — A Satire on Wartime (or Economic) Rationing This single-panel comic by M.R. Deitrick satirizes a wife's aggressive cost-cutting measures while her husband is portrayed as wasteful. The wife obsessively reuses spoiled food (sour milk, moldy bread, stale eggs), patches worn items, and stretches her household budget—yet simultaneously demands a new car and fall wardrobe, claiming *he* is the extravagant one. The joke targets female hypocrisy during economically tight times (likely WWI-era rationing or Depression-era scarcity). The wife practices penny-pinching domesticity with spoiled groceries while justifying her own luxury purchases as necessities. Her complaint that the old car "looks so terrible" contradicts her claims of economic hardship. The satire mocks both wartime resource-consciousness and the perceived disconnect between women's professed frugality and actual spending habits.

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JUDGE YOU’RE SO EXTRAVAGANT! By M. R. Deitrick Jos, you've gone and opened the new milk again! Haven't I told you over — me and over to use up the old bottle first?” John! It isn't moldy... if “Well, the old bettle’s sour. ‘Try it your- it is, you can trim off that part self and see.” it’s only on the outside, and Sniff, sniff. “Well—it may not be quite toast is better without crusts as fresh as when it was delivered, but it's anyway. And if) you” want certainly still all right to use and you can — peaches, use the ones I picked just use it up. You know perfectly well I out and put on the white plate. subscribed to an extra quart just for you to Take a knife and cut out the drink, and it's up to you to help me econo- bruised parts——”" mize. John! Do you hear? “And eat them?” Uh-huh.” “Of course not! Eat what's “Goodness knows, my houschold allow- left, of course. I sorted those ance is meager cnough without you being ex- out for your breakfast because travagant with it... . John !—you've started a new stick of butter, too! I told you last ] night to use up that in the old box for your | breakfast! Didn't you hear what I said? ] “Yeah, but that old stuff is spoiled. It | tastes like kerosene ——" ° | “Of course it doesn’t! It’s perfectly all | right for your toast because you always | “Sure. I'L recognize it by the smother it so with jam you can't taste the butter anyway. Now remember, and do as Is nd you can fix yourself two of those eggs in the back of the icc-box tomor- row morning — “Yeah. I had a couple of those this morning, and they were——" “Never mind! You don’t need to use your morbid imagination to be so graphic. ] Those eggs are perfectly all right to use and I'm not going to let them go to waste and use up the new dozen merely to humor a whim of yours. Just don't poach them, that’s all... And when you make your | toast, use the old loaf—the one wrapped up ; in the brown bag—” | ; : you always cut them up there's a lot of good left in the d there’s no sense in throwing them away just be- cause they're a little older-looking than the rest. Goodness, I don’t know how you think we'd get along if it weren't for me—how on carth we'd ever meet all our expenses! I suppose you haven't considered all the ex- penses we'll be confronted with this fall. Well, we've got to get a new car, for one thing.” “Huh? What for? It’s still a darn good car!” That may be, but it looks so terrible I'm ashamed to be seen in it any longer. You don’t use it nearly as much as I do, so of course it doesn’t matter to you, but you f might try to imagine how I feel. And if you had to go out to card parties and luncheons in the old clothes I'm wearing you'd feel pretty funny, too. I've simply “What position do you play?” got to get some new fall dresses and some —~ “Fullback.” new hats.” “Oh, I’m so sorry. We just admitted a fullback. But, leave your “That outfit you had on yesterday looked name and address and we'll let you knox all right to me.” (Continued on page 29) i comicbooks.com