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This page contains two distinct elements: a humorous domestic narrative and period travel advertising. **The Main Story**: A comedic dialogue between an engaged couple confronting a wedding crisis. The narrator's aunt has died suddenly, forcing cancellation of their church ceremony, flowers, and tickets—yet the narrator callously fixates on the "$79.40" his fiancée Mollie owes him for railroad tickets he'd advanced. The satire targets masculine emotional obtuseness: while Mollie grieves and panics about the wedding logistics, her fiancé makes crass financial jokes and flippant marriage advertisements ("Wanted, for noon wedding, a—"). Only when Mollie cries does he embrace her emotionally, revealing his genuine feelings beneath shallow practicality. **The Advertising**: A Long Island resort ad and a Rock Island Line railroad promotion for Colorado vacations, featuring photos of scenic mountain landscapes and testimonials about train travel amenities. The joke's social commentary: even amid emotional crisis, American men prioritized financial transactions over feelings—a critique of materialist gender dynamics in the 1920s.

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<é | SLNANANAANANAS AAS ANAANSANNS: {ONG ISLAND RESORTS show. bee he woedertal Sremty of Lit Ooakn, ft plain, Laken, sie’s aunt died this morning from heart disease—fell in the park. Awful! What shall we do? Church engaged, flowers ordered, tickets bought—Oh! Oh!” In her excitement she actually grabbed me by the arm “Why don't you say something!” med. “Can't you think of out of this horrible di- “Cyd will never pay for those rail- road tickets now upon which J have advanced the money,” I responded somewhat cynically. “I wouldn't like to remind him of it, he'll be so upset.” “Of course not! It’s dreadful for you to dwell on such a sordid thing Think of your going to him and s ing—right on top of his heartrend disappointment—' Come now, old low, you owe me eighty dollars— eventy-nine dollars and forty cents,” I corrected. “ You never were good at figures, Mollic—(except one,” T added. mentally) “ How can you go on this way, when we're all in all of this trouble. Sug- gest! Suggest!" “We're not in trouble, Mollie,” I suggested obediently. “ Any one would think, to hear you talk, that we were going to get married.” “What's the difference, so far as the practical details are concerned. Have- n't we got a wedding on our hands? in New York City. Delightful places to spend a vacation among high wooded hills over- ‘ooking Sound and bays ‘on the North Shore; in the central farming sec- tion, or along the Great South Bay and Atlantic ecIbe To Over 300 resorts to choose from with prices to fit any pocketbook. CONDITIONS TER BATiiING, AND TENNIS. JGNGISEAND Mother aid lin COL | And it’s a real “thriller,” | tell you— | € panorama to remember for a lifetime. | Truly Colorado is full of wonders—and full of bracing, brilliant loveliness, too, where valleys and streams are simply enchanting. Our happy vacation began on the Rocky Mountain Limited every morning from Chicago to Denver, olorado Springs and Pueblo— a train that is a one day's wonder in itself—only Colorado could make you willing to leave it. We just ate and slept and basked in the observa- tion car, sampled the library, listened to the music and let ourselves be waited on by the nicest attendants. It was delightful, “The Colorado Flyer” every morning from St. Louis, andother splendidly equipped, ily trains via Rock Island Lines from Chicago, St, Lous, Kansas City, Sr. Joseph, Omaha end Memphis for Coloredo, Yellowstone Park and the Pacific Coast, Low Fares Daily, June 1st to September 30th * Litile Journeys in Colorado" and “ Under the Turquoise Sky"* are two books which make the way clear. Let me send them to you LM. Allen Pass. Traf. Mer.. 6 La Salle Station, Chicago, Ill. Caterers! Florists! Cabmen! Rail- roads! Clergymen “We certainly are stalled with one grand ceremony,” I replied. All we need is a bride and groom. Let's ad- vertise. They'll take copy at the news- paper offices up to nine o'clock : ‘Want- ed, for noon wedding, a—'” “Stop! How can you be so flippant in the face of such a calamity? Oh! Oh! Oh!” Then something really happened. Mollie began to cry. (Of course, I hadn't meant to have it go that far.) I got up and shut the door. I ran k and took Mollie’s hand. I gath- ered as much of Mollie as I could in both arms. “Don't you know, sweetheart,” whispered, “that we must get married in their place? Why, it's Fate, don't you see it is? All the time I've been loving you to distraction and trying my best to conceal my real feelings. The idea of our getting married and having to be parted from each other so long comicbooks.com