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# Political Cartoon Analysis: "Let Us Hold the Glass" This satirical cartoon depicts various nations as caricatured figures holding signs representing their concerns during what appears to be the World War I era. Visible nations include the Indian-French Alliance, United States, Germany, India, Starvation, South Africa, and Ireland. The cartoon's title, "Let Us Hold the Glass," suggests these nations are toasting or unified around a central figure (likely representing a major power or conflict). The signs reference wartime issues: China Policy, Competition, Starvation, Liberty or Death, and others. The satire critiques how different nations—allies and enemies alike—are preoccupied with their own agendas and survival concerns rather than unified purpose. The cartoon mocks the competing interests within the war effort and international relationships of the period.
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Why Not ? [F Bet bedecks herself with gems, bestirs herself when bid, And feels benumbed when very cold—be- wails her lot when chid, Why shouldn't she bedress herself with gar- ments, and befeed Herself with food, and feel beglad a nice book to beread ? Confidences. di" ]¥ yon wish toknow i why I want to marry you,” he said, “that is, aside from my love, but just from a plain, practical, every- day standpoint, I will tell you. I want to marry you in the first place, because, having always had what you wanted, never having known what it was to be poor, I know you will not be extrava- gant. For I know that it always works this way. The poor girl C= piunges and the rich girl retrenches, Then I want to marry you because you RUSSIAN: ALLIANCE, AND ~ CHIN. POLICY *LIFE- never lose your temper and will always be willing to let me do what I want, within reason, of course. I want to marry you because you have no fads and prefer to stay at home and make it what it should be rather than take a pernicious interest in outside things. I want to marry you because you will, I know, let me select the places we can spend our vacation in and because you will be nice toa!l my friends, no matter who they are, and care for them for my sake. These are only a few of the many reasons why I want to marry you. And now, dearest, what do you want to marry me for?’” “For this,” she replied earnestly. “‘I want to marry you, if only to show you that you are mistaken in every- thing you want to marry me for.” Age. A CHIPPENDALE sideboard and a +A gilt chair that ordinarily stood in the drawing-room once met in the front hall on moving day. ‘The movers had not yet come around to see how many pieces they could chip off the sideboard nor how far they could throw the chair. So the two conversed easily, not knowing their probable fate. The gilt chair regarded the Chippen- Opening Chorus; LET ME MOLD THE OLass. 465 dale sideboard for some time with awe. “Thave heard,” he remarked at last, ‘‘of your great age, and it scems marvelous to me.” “Yes,” replied the sideboard, “I am very old.” “It is really remarkable,” admiringly continued the chair, ‘how well preserved you are. But I suppose this is due to the fact that you have always had such good spirits in you. ‘They say this is conducive to longevity. This is the first family I've ever lived in.” The sideboard creaked solemnly. “* Here, too,” he observed. “What!” exclaimed the chair. ‘‘ Per- haps, after all, you are not so old as I thought you were.” “Oh, yes, I am,” exclaimed the side- board, as he put on a Grand Rapids smile. “Maybe you won't believe it, but I'm nearly three months old.” Deliverance. ‘THE doctor spoke of excising the appendix, the stomach and ten feet of the small intestine. “Deliver us!" exclaimed the pa- tient, shuddering. “I would gladly do so, but that your liver seems not to be affected,” replied the medical man. )ESIRE ends with enjoyment ; en- joyment with desire. comicbooks.com