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**Top cartoon**: Uncle Gayboy (a character dispensing folksy advice) tells boys their inner qualities will emerge. A child with a red nose replies, "Is that what makes your nose so red?"—a joke suggesting either the boy's nose is naturally red or he's been drinking, undercutting the uncle's sanctimonious advice. **Bottom poem**: "The Dirge of the Householder" satirizes the financial anxieties of middle-class American life. The householder laments he cannot compose romantic poetry because he's consumed by practical worries: coal costs ($6/ton), gas expenses, milk prices, and a personal financial crisis (needing to pay $200 but having only $108 in the bank). The satire mocks both the idealized literary traditions (Romantic verse about women's beauty) and the modern economic pressures that make such pursuits impossible for ordinary people. It's a commentary on working-class financial strain during what appears to be a period of inflation or economic hardship, likely early 20th century.

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Uncle Gayboy: Vs, BOYS, IF YOU HAVE THE RIGHT STUFF IN YOU IT's BOUND TO COME OUT. “1s THAT WHAT MAKES YOUR NOSE SO RED?” THE DIRGE OF THE HOUSEHOLDER. OW can I sing of my mistress’s chiding ? How can I liken her hair to the sun? Rather I'd dwell on the ruin that's hiding In anthracite coal at six dollars the ton ! How is it possible, prithee, I question, To rhyme of the graces of Madeline's boot, While comes despair at the very suggestion Of gas at one dollar the vanishing foot? How can I give my attention to vers Gladsome and dainty as finely wove silk, Mentally damning with deep basso curses The man who invented the drinking of milk? Searching a rhyme, my poor brain doth but borrow Figures and worry till all scems a blank ! How can I pay out two hundred to-morrow With only one hundred and eight in the bank? Richard Stillman Powell. ON THE WRONG Lay. comicbooks.com