Life, 1910-08-04 · page 25 of 44
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This page contains two satirical pieces: **Main Story: "The Clerk's Propaganda"** A wealthy millionaire (Capston) and his wife discover social inequality. Distressed by this knowledge, Mrs. Capston becomes unable to enjoy her privileged life. Capston, annoyed that she's unhappy, visits a bookstore to complain about receiving "wrong" books—works by social reformers (Spargo, Hunter, London, Shaw) instead of escapist fiction (Hall Caine, Marie Corelli). The intelligent clerk reveals he deliberately sent radical literature to "make 'em unhappy" because "ignorant" wealthy people with consciences will be irritated by learning "the truth." The satire mocks both wealthy people's superficial guilt and the clerk's paternalistic belief that discomfort equals progress. **Secondary Content:** - A joke about constitutional framers who never experienced modern annoyances - A humorous list assigning where various social types "should spend summer" (coded as state abbreviations) - A brief joke about admiral's and clergy wives' marital compromises The page satirizes Gilded Age attitudes toward social reform, wealthy guilt, and class consciousness.
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“TC IsPuEE Capston looked really worried * Get it off your mind,’’ he commanded. “To can’ “[ wouldn't have had this thing happen for worlds. Be ble. That's all very well, but my eyes have been opened. 1 thought before that all the poor—the down-trodden—were di- r ctly responsible for their own condition. Now | know the trath, But——"* She laid her hand on his arm. “Worse than that. I shall always be unhappy from this ¢ forth, Now J know about ourselves. 1 know what mis- le, empty, selfish lives we lead, I shall never enjoy any- ng again. I couldn't, with all that staring me in the face.”” Capston turned. His face expressed the highest measure irritation. Haven't I told you that those people don’t know how bad oi they are?” he exclaimed, “and haven't I told you th are not to blame? "’ Mrs. Capston shrugged her shoulder: “That doesn’t make me any happier,’’ she replied quietly The next day the furious millionaire strode into the book store. The clerk—a_ rather intelligent-looking individual— s writing at his desk. “Look here!'’ demanded Capston, “ you made a mistake n my order. Sent me the wrong books.”” 1 remember, sir. You ordered novels—Hall Caine, Maric Corelli, MeCutcheon, McGrath? '" , nd I got Spargo and Hunter, and London and Rus and a driveling idiot named Shaw.” Awful sorry, sir. Mistakes will happen. If you will have those books sent back I will send your list immediately Over man was complaining, too. You don’t know your business. Yo: Terribly sorry, sir. Fix it right up Well, see that you do.’ Capston strode out, and the clerk turned to one of his her clerks standing near. Great work, el * Did it on purpose? Yes. Couldn't do it all the time. fine chance.” Think he read them?" He or some other member of his family. t have been so mad “You must.”* ought to be fired.”” "he sail Wouldn't do. But Otherwise he What's the use of belonging to uretherhood of man if you can’t have a little propaganda hat once ina while? hink it did any good?" “SIX OF ONE, HALF A DOZEN OF ANOTHER.” “YES, THOSE BREAKER TWINS CERTAINLY ARE ALIKE, BUT THERE 1S A DIFFERENCE," The clerk grew thoughtful “Well,” he said, “in this way: It made ‘em unhappy. anything that makes those people unhappy docs good; you see, they are ignorant, and if they have a con- science it irritates them to know the truth.”’ T. L. af Our Constitutional Fathers WwW should not too severely criticise the makers of our constitution, When everything is taken into consider- ation, we should admit, rather, that they did very well. Let us remember that they never saw a railroad or a steamboat or an airship; that they never talked over a telephone or sent a telegram ; that they never had the pleasure of being purific! by Anthony Comstock, scolded by Teddy Roosevelt, soaked by Carrie Nation, healed by Mrs. Eddy, endowed by Rockefeller or educated by Andrew Carnegie. Where They Should Spend the Summer Egoists Catholics Readers Suitors should go to ME Arithmeticians Young men Noah Miners Laundresses WASH DMIRAL'S WIFE: Of course, my dear, like all sea- faring men, my husband occasionally uses rather ve- hement language. Recror’s Wire: Yes, but you get used to it, just as a clergyman’s wife gets used to doing without it. comicbooks.com