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This page contains humor pieces and a cartoon about domestic life, likely from the 1920s-30s based on the styling. **"The Homebody" cartoon** shows a domestic dispute: Mr. Go-Getter asks "WHERE THE DEVIL ARE THE TOWELS?" while his wife responds that she had to repurpose them—she filled out a requisition to make a new form. The satire targets bureaucratic absurdity: the introduction of excessive paperwork and official procedures into everyday household management, suggesting that even simple domestic tasks now require tedious administrative processing. The accompanying text pieces mock "Summer Sagacity" (avoiding wife/children to stay at ball games) and promote "Boomtown"—suggesting this satirizes small-town boosterism and the conflict between domestic obligations and personal leisure.

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: LIFE - Summer Sagacity T° oppose one’s wife and children’s spending the warm months at her mother’s in the country in order to make sure they will do so. To stay until the end of the ball game, even when there are extra innings, and then saunter in late for dinner with- out fecling like Simon Legree. To avoid mixed foursomes at the golf club while giving the impression that one desires them most of all. To be able to tell a week-end house guest without looking which suburban trains are and which are not on daylight- saving time. McC. H, The Homebody ILA: And what did you think of Alec’s new wife? Mance: My dear, she scems to be such a sweet, old- fashioned girl. The kind that does crossword puzzles, you know. Mr. Go-Getter: WHERE THE DEVIL ARE THE TOWELS? Mrs. Go-Getter: SORRY, YOU FILLED OUT REQUISITION 4 p FoR RAZOR BLADES BY MISTAKE. YOU'LL HAVE TO MAKE OUT FORM. Everybody Sing! Official Song Sheet of the Boomtown Booster Club (Parodies by “Happy Jack” Schultz, “Boomtown's Cheerful Poet.”) No. 1 C Sharp Air: “Pack Up Your Troubles in Your Old Kit Bag.” peck up your hammer in your old kit bag, and boost, boost, boost ; Big Falls and Inglewood think they're pretty good, but Boomtown “rules the roost.” What's the good of knocking? Tt never was any use, So pack up your hammer in your old kit bag, and boost, boost, boost ! No. 2 A Flat Air: “There's a Long, Long Trail A-Winding.” There's a fine state road a-winding Into the city of Boomtown, Where every man’s a hustler, And you'll want to settle down. So bring along your family, Your wife and children dear ; You'll want to stay in Boomtown, And we're glad to have you here. No, 3 B Natural Air: “Smiles.” There are men who are fat and jolly, There are men who are long and slim, There are men who are always good fellows, And some who are sad and grim. There are men who give you a hearty handshake And a smile that warms your bones, But the man who's always boosting Boomtown Is our president, Joshua T. Jones. Richard L. Greene. The Synthetic Thrill RING the lions roar and the hyenas laugh by radio is probably the safest and most humane form of Big Game hunting yet devised. But the end is not yet, for we are soon to have the synthetic Summer Vacation, enjoyed in the comfort of one’s Morris chair by turning the proper knobs. No more grimy train trips!) We shall hear the ocean’s roar, the ecrie call of the nursemaid, and the shricks of children being devoured by jellyfish, all without leaving our nice cool apartments. But perhaps you prefer the mountains? Well, you can tune in on those tuneful mosquitoes so conscientiously doing their nightly dozens, the whistling of the wind among those pines, and the crowing of that super-daylight-saving rooster, without packing a trunk. And as a grand finale, let's swing all the large wheels 360 degrees to port, and the little ones the same distance to starboard, and listen to the fall of a six-months’ day in the Land of the Midnight Sun. Creighton Peet. comicbooks.com