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The top cartoon spells "LIFE" using illustrated figures representing maids departing their employers. The poem "The Reactionary" by Berton Bradley accompanies this, presenting an employer's lament: maids constantly leave despite being treated decently with good rooms and pay. The employer cannot understand their departures. The bottom illustration depicts a social gathering where an "Anxious Mother" and "The Girl" discuss a boy named Harold. The mother wants him taught tennis; the girl responds that he needs to strengthen his wrist first through months in a baby carriage before she'll "take him in hand." Together, these pieces satirize rigid, old-fashioned attitudes—the employer's confusion about workers' desires for freedom, and the mother's controlling approach to child-rearing—mocking those resistant to modern social changes.

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'HE maids they come, the maids they go; It seems I'm always hiring them; But they are always quitting, though I'd never think of firing them. Iam not stern in voice or looks, I have a gentle way with me, But I cannot persuade my cooks To stay with me. The Reactionary I give my maids a decent room, With decent pay I guerdon them; I do not nag and fret and fume; I never overburden them; I simply try to treat them right, And yet they keep on grieving me, And constantly, both black and white, Are leaving me. They seem to have a vagrant air; The wanderlust is teasing them They come—they go—I tear my hair; There isn’t any pleasing them. T know it’s wicked, but T raise My voice with sorrow quavery, And ery to bring again the days Of slavery. Berton Braley. Anxious Mother: 1 D0 SO WISH YOU COULD TEACH MY HAROLD TO PLAY TENNIS, HE 1S SO DELICATE, The Girl: HE NEEDS TO STRENGTHEN HIS WRIST FIRST. LET HIM SIT IN A BABY CARRIAGE AND FLOURISH A RATTLE FOR A FEW MONTHS AND THEN I'LL TAKE HIM IN HAND. comicbooks.com