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This page contains three satirical pieces typical of early 20th-century American humor: **"Arrogance"** (top): A couple's engagement scene where the woman declares she cannot truly belong to her fiancé. She humorously catalogs her competing obligations—bridge clubs, Daughters of the Revolution, her dressmaker, summer resorts, the church, specialists, and the state—concluding the man would own "a millionth part" of her at best. The satire mocks the fragmented modern woman's life and societal pressures on wealthy women. **"Vagaries of Genius"**: A humorous list of famous authors' quirky writing habits (Shakespeare avoiding typewriters, Dickens walking upstairs). This appears to be light, apolitical humor about eccentricity. **"Good Morning, Noble Grafter"**: A cynical piece questioning whether Chicago's legal ruling (calling someone a "grafter" isn't libelous) reveals endemic corruption. It argues government exists only to support politicians and collect taxes, criticizing both as unnecessary burdens on ordinary people. The final section dismisses marriage and government as inherent failures.

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171 Arrogance at last!" he murmured, pressing her to his ‘breast. “How so?" she asked, in wonderment “Have you not promised to marry m “T have, but that docs not make me yours. On the contrary, I belong to three bridge clubs, and to the Daughters of the Revolution. I am owned body and soul by my dressmaker and my milliner. Europe claims me once a year. In summer I'm an integral part of several summer resorts. church owns a small proprietary interest in . and a few of my shares are distributed between a woman's club and a settlement workers’ society I am the slave of fashion and the servant of form. Inconsistency possesses me ulmost altogether, and golf, tennis and motoring are equal partners in my state of health. Several specialists derive their incomes from me. The State controls me depends upon me for a large part of its revenue. All the elements are my masters, and little loves and sentiments and passions and whims make do their bidding. Yours! I like that. Why, 1 tle man, if you lived to be a thousand years old, and made love to me day and night, you wou own a millionth part of me. Avaunt!” Vagaries of Genius HAKESPEARE could not use a typewriter in composing his plays. Longfellow never wrote while eating Robert Louis Stevenson insisted upon holding his pen in his right hand. Sir Francis Bacon would not use a fountain pen under any circumstances. . Dr. Johnson was never known to eat ice cream. Mrs. Hemans did not wear peckaboo waists. Dante never called his “Inferno” profane his- tory Charles Dickens always walked upstairs. z W have had a government on our hands for so tong now, and have become so used to it, that no one had stopped to consider whether it is worth while. The people pay untold millions to support it. By the last accounts, the government is running short nearly a hundred millions a year. At this rate, there is evidently no profit in it About the only thing that a government raises are politicians and taxes. Do we need cither? Almost any one would admit that we could get along without taxes. If we had no taxcs, there would be no money to support the politicians. If 3 there were no politicians, there would be no taxes. Good Morning, Noble Grafter The poor people pay the taxes which are about equally distributed between the rich and the poli- ticians, CHICAGO judge has decided that it is not libelous to call a man a “grafter.’’ Is this merely a bit of local color or does it mean that after building churches for thousands of years we are still at that delightful state of universal sin which obtained when Adam and Eve were summarily evicted from the Garden of Eden? It is to weep, but, if it must be, let us hope there are no honest men T isn’t marriage that is a failure, but the man left to wear away ignoble lives amid an unamiable environment or wife, generally both Why have a government? It has never done anything else but involve us in trouble and ex- pense comicbooks.com