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**Top Cartoon ("Stranger Things Have Happened"):** A Prussian military officer on horseback leads troops wielding whips and sabers against civilians. This depicts German militarism and violence, likely referencing World War I-era tensions or aftermath. **Middle Cartoon ("No Use, Fellows; She Won't Flirt"):** A judge sentences a man to ten dollars for beating his wife. The prisoner asks for a delay, claiming he "hates to brace her for it right now." The satire mocks lenient domestic violence sentencing and male entitlement—the trivial fine and casual attitude toward spousal abuse. **"In Praise of Platitudes":** A poem by Walter G. Doty satirizing empty rhetoric used by politicians and public figures to avoid meaningful action (like the "eight-hour law"), suggesting platitudes substitute for substantive progress. **"Asking a Good Deal":** A brief humorous exchange about ordering coal, where someone asks for a "two-thousand-pound ton"—playing on confusion about weight measurements and modest requests disguised as excessive ones. The page collectively critiques institutional indifference to violence, political hypocrisy, and social absurdity.

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STRANGER THINGS HAVE HAPPENED Embarrassing UDGE: I find you guilty of beat- ing your wife, and fine you ten dollars. “NO USE, FELLOWS ; PRISONER: it till to-morrow? for it right now. Could you trust me for I hate to brace her SHE WON'T FLIRT” In Praise of Platitudes ONG live the good old platitudes That ask no eight-hour law, What friends in need to all the breed Who live by strength of jaw! Those trusty tools, if handled well And with the proper air, Can lift with ease a hunk of cheese Into a Senate chair. They keep the wheels of progress oiled. Without their ready aid What sage to-day could earn his pay, What corner-stone be laid? What youth could woo as maids desire, What writer fill his space, What féte or rite of state Retain its present grace? Walter G. Doty. Asking a Good Deal ND me a ton of coal.” “What size?” “Well, a two-thousand-pound ton would suit me, if that’s not asking too much.”