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**Main Content:** This page features a serialized excerpt from Booth Tarkington's "Seventeen," depicting a humorous scene where a young man named William is disguised inside a clothes-boiler (a large metal laundry vessel) as a costume or prank. Young women spot him from behind and mockingly call him a "fun-ee laundryman" while carrying a small dog named Flopit. William, mortified at being recognized and ridiculed, urgently whispers to his companion Genesis (apparently a Black assistant helping him carry the contraption) to walk faster to escape. **The Humor:** The satire lies in the contrast between William's awkward, undignified predicament and his desperate attempt to maintain dignity—the comedy of youth, embarrassment, and failed disguise. **Context:** This was serialized fiction advertising for *Metropolitan* magazine, appealing to readers of popular comedic literature about American youth and social mishaps. The casual, period-appropriate racial dynamics (Genesis as assistant) reflect 1910s-era entertainment conventions. The page also includes unrelated advertising for Holstein cow milk for babies.

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Shaken Italy It illustrates the degree of callous- ness that the immense casualties of the great war have induced in Amer- ican onlookers, that the huge disaster which has overtaken Italy has pro- duced about as much effect on the American newspaper reader’s mind as if a crate of eggs had fallen out of a market-wagon. He has made hardly any effort to assimilate the Italian catastrophe. His mind was already so glutted horrors, and his interests and anxieties so much engrossed with man-wrought miseries, that he had no room for another calamity, especially for one rateable as an “act of God” and not chargeable to human respon- sibilities, Destiny seems to have her eye on Italy, and to be ready, if she shrinks from what is coming to her on her frontier, to attack her in the rear. She must feel very much between the devil and the deep sea. | Holstein Cows’ Milk Will Impart Vitality to Your Baby will be surprised at the results obtained from its . Babies innumerable—everywhere—have been and are being benefited by its use. Analysis has proved that Holstein Cows? Milk in composition is very similar to mother's milk—in is be nearest attainable approach. It is naturally light: colored. Don't imagine that yellow milk is better, fo it isn't, The globules of fat contained are small, uniform in tize, and produce flaky, tender curds which do not inter fere with or upset baby's delicate digestive system. In ciber, fattier milks, the globules of fat are several times and form coarse, heavy curds which present a ot Siitade to the action of the gastric juices, and cause indigestion. __A tral of pure Holstein Milk, modified or not, accord- ing to the advice of your physician, will convince you of aS merits for infant feeding. MILNE (OF UF free booklet, “The Story of Holstein THE HOLSTEIN-FRIESIAN ASSOCIATION OF AMER: verican Bidg. Brattleboro, V. Seen from the rear, William was un- recognizable—but interesting. He ap- peared to be a walking clothes-boiler, armed with a shield and connected, by means of a wash-tub, with a negro of in- formal ideas concerning dress. In fact, the group was whimsical, and three young people, who turned in behind it out of a cross-street, indulged immediately in fits of inadequately suppressed laughter, though neither Miss May Parcher nor Mr. Johnnie Watson even remotely suspected that the legs beneath the clothes-boiler belonged to an acquaintance. And as for the third of this little party, Miss Parcher’s visitor, those peregrinating legs suggested nothing familiar to her. “Oh, see the fun-ee laundrymans!” she cried, addressing a cottony doglet’s head that bobbed gently up and down over her supporting arm. “ Sweetest Flopit must see, too! Flopit, look at the fun-ce laun- drymans!” “Sh!” murmured Miss Parcher, chok- ing. “He might hear you!” He might, indeed, since they were not five yards behind him and the dulcet voice was clear and free! Within the shadowy interior of the clothes-boiler were fea- tures stricken with sudden, utter horror. “ Flopit!”’ The attention of Genesis was attracted by a convulsive tugging of the tub which he supported in common with William; it seemed passionately to urge greater speed. A hissing issued from the boiler, and Gen- esis caught the words, huskily whispered: | “Walk faster! You got to walk faster!” For further horrible details see “Seventeen” by Booth Tarkington, in the February METROPOLITAN—the first of a series of new boy stories by the creator of Penrod. All good newsstands—15 cents. VU hecotore ewacue O7— calls it The Panama Blackmail Treaty IN THE FEBRUAR METROPOLITAN ‘The Livest Magazine in America”