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This page contains satirical essays rather than traditional political cartoons. The main illustration shows a darkened interior scene, likely depicting domestic life. The text critiques "Financial Fiction"—articles in magazines that paint overly rosy pictures of household management and frugal living. The author argues these pieces are misleading, claiming that people (invoking "Sinbad the Sailor") naively accept unrealistic advice about stretching budgets, making meals from scraps, and furnishing homes cheaply. The satire targets both the *writers* of such advice columns (who allegedly live luxuriously while preaching economy) and *readers* who believe their claims. The author notes these magazines profit from advertising while promoting false economies, suggesting the genre itself is dishonest propaganda rather than genuine practical guidance.

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432 Another Sample of Life. i us thea be up and doing Every one we can, and thus We shall keep them from pursuing Clever schemes for doing us. Financial Fiction. HOS gaging with affection and good management comfortably upon of con- 2 sportive idealists who write columns to prove that we can live very nothing, should feel the pric science when they remember the sim- If it were as it should be, that ple credulity of the public clearly understood, the domestic details in which they riot are as purely fictitious as campaign sta- stics or the reports of war corre- spondents, no mischief would be done. We could read ‘with pleasure about dainty dishes made of split peas and turnip pretty from worn-out bedspreads, tops, costumes devised nd happy homes furnished with old packing cases and ten yards of cretonne, were it not who perhaps think Sinbad the Sailor unveracious: that peop! lend a ready car to these less trustworthy tions narra- There is an air of engaging can. about the or that altho: dor who confesses us a frugal mind, id makes all her own housegowns— apparently out of nothing in particular —she is yet guilty of the extravagance of ordering every year one handsome winter suit and one pretty summer suit New that the winter and the summer suit “from a good woman's tailor in York,” adding sweet suit costs fifteen She give the name of the tailor, nor state where in New York he may be found; neither does she explain how a quart of mill can be made into daily puddings, and yet furnish forth entertainment morn ing and evening for a family of chil dren; but she adds up neat little rows six dollars. does not of figures to prove that ten and ten make two, that with economy they can be reduced to one and a half, and that there is always money left over for book-clubs, magazines and pew rent. It is a cruel pleasantry to deceive those who are so very easily deceived. The grim truth is that, the cost of li ing is mercilessly high in this land of plenty, and that it grows higher and higher with every year of prosperity. The little sunshiny articles in women’s IMPRUDENT AS Hols MARRIAGE MAY HAVE SEEMED, IT IS UNDENIANLE THAT HIS WORK NOW RECEIVES A MORE PROMPT AND HEARTY APPRECIATION, magazines setting forth the ful and retined delights of a che conomy are written on the principle so familiar to historians and controversialists: “Leave out wh: ‘ou don't like, and you can * A few timely papers on “My Baby’s Measles, and What It Cos “How My Husband Lost His Situatior The Failures of Forty Cooks”; “Why Our Little Home Was Never Paid For,” could hardly be de- pended upon to raise the circulation of a periodical: but they would present to their startled readers the unfamiliar countenance of truth. Agnes Repplier prove anything A Recommendation. Prosrectiv = GUEST set_a good table here? Horet Crerk: Well, rather. Why folks come here perfectly healthy and go away with the gout and dyspepsia! Do you WATED: A fire-proof tomb. Just Like Ma’s. RS. NEWLYWED: Well, Henry, how do you like my pies? Mr. Newtywep: Dearest, they are just like the pies that my father used to say were not like his mother used to make! comicbooks.com