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This page adapts the classic fairy tale to satirize early 20th-century American life. A Prince discovers the castle of Sleeping Beauty frozen in time—but rather than awakening everyone with a kiss, he refuses, observing that letting them remain asleep prevents them from doing further harm. The satire targets: 1. **Real estate hustlerism**: The agent cynically markets a decrepit property by including an unconscious woman as part of the "deal" 2. **Modern leisure decay**: The frozen inhabitants represent the idle rich—bridge players, poker players, drinkers—engaged in frivolous, ultimately pointless pursuits 3. **Moral commentary**: The Prince's refusal to restore this world suggests that some societies are better left undisturbed; their resumption would only perpetuate vice and wastefulness The detailed description of the Princess—wearing false hair, smoking, reading "best sellers," drinking cocktails—mocks superficial modernity and artificiality. The satire suggests that 1920s American consumer culture, if given the chance to continue unchanged, would only repeat its moral failings.

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74 The Sleeping Beauty ‘LIEBE In Their Earlier Years just about to put iton, All were HE Prince, who had been out hunting, suddenly came upon the castle in the forest. He was immediately ap- proached by the real estate agent. Nice place,” said that indi- vidual. “Open plumbing, south- ern exposure, splendid venti- lation. Terms reasonable. “It looks to me,” said the Prince, “‘as if it was a dead one, all right. Why, it’s terribly out of repair. Almost as bad,” he added, “as a New York hotel that's five years old. Who are the owners?” “A. beautiful young girl,” said the agent, insinuatingly. She goes with the place—all you have to do is to wake her up.” “T'll take a look around,” said the Prince, carelessly. He entered. Everything was just as it had been one hundred years be- fore. Onthe first floor, in the reception room, a party of peo- ple had been playing bridge. One was in the act of dealing. ‘There they all sat—motionless. In another room werea party motionless. They slept. The Prince gazed—and thought. “Come,” said the real estate agent, “you are the man. Kiss her, and she’s yours for keeps.” “Will they all wake up?” asked the Prince. “Sure.” “And everything will re- sume?” “Everything will resume.” “Just as it was?” “Exactly as it was.” ‘The Prince turned back and shook his head. “Old man,” he said, “I'd like to oblige you, but I can’t do it. I've never done any good in the world before, and here’s the chance of a lifetime. T'll just let ’em go right on as they are—where they will never do any more harm.” T.L.M. Calumny Rebuked r, IS now scen that the action of the Harvard faculty in the cases of Fish and Morgan, which was thought for some days to be detrimental to Har- vard's interests at New London, affected them only so far as to make the betting odds about twice as favorable to Harvard as of men. A stock ticker was in the corner. One of them was standing over it, It was evident what the others, whose faces were turned toward his, were all talking about. But they, also, were silent. ‘The Prince passed on through the castle. Glancing outside, he saw a chauffeur bend- ing over a big auto, in the act of pouring gasoline into the tank. He had been standing there for a century. On the upper floors were other silent figures—a group playing poker—another in the billiard room; silent maids in lacquered and tapistried boudoirs, bending over still more silent mistresses. Down in the great kitchen below, an army of servitors was pre- paring an claborate and expensive meal. In the refrigerators, champagne and whisky—every form of _alcohol—were heaped up. “Where is she?” said the Prince. “Right this way,” said the real estate agent. ‘They passed into a magnificent room. There was the Princess, a rather bored expression on her face. A Merry Widow hat lay on the floor beside her. A “best seller” lay next to the hat. On the table a half finished cocktail and a cigarette were reposing. The Princess's imported MISS TAY TEMPLETON hair, although she had plenty of her own, was lying on the dresser. A maid was they should have been. Re- traction is invited from calumni- ators who haye charged that President Eliot is the enemy of Harvard sports. AKE How did you find out their stock was watered ? Barker: I dabbled in it. A Close Beginning ISERLY BRIDEGROOM carriage moves off): Hey, Save that rice. (as the there! A Letter Memorandum for Lire IEE is aiming some good hart body blows at the vivisectors, and whether it lands oa them or not, it is landing on its readers all right. One reads Lire to be entertained and amused and incidentally educated. ‘The pictures and articles that Lire. is publishing concerning vivisection go about as wel! with the rest of its reading matter as a detailed description of a post-mortem examination would at the bead of a bill of fare. ‘There are plenty of other evils besides vivisection, of longer standing and greater magnitude, that Lire might also tackle, if it is thoroughly bent upon moder- ating the effect of its unusual wit and superlative humor. ‘Think it over. Thanks, Doctor. We will think it over. comicbooks.com