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This page contains **poetry and social humor** rather than political cartoons, reflecting early 20th-century American life. **"Nothing to Declare"** is a nostalgic poem about time's passage and regret, by Ruth Wright Kauffman. **"Obsolete Sayings"** mocks outdated attitudes from older generations—college boys bragging about drinking and dating, mothers rationing butter during harder economic times, and fathers rejecting automobiles as unreliable fads. The humor lies in recognizing these views as quaint relics. **The cartoon** shows a cop confronting a writer, rejecting his story as unbelievable and offering "rejection slips" instead—satirizing harsh literary criticism. **"Life's Fresh Air Fund"** describes a charitable program sending tenement girls to summer camp. The girls' quoted comments reveal their excitement over simple luxuries (extra milk, cream butter, outdoor cooking) that working-class families couldn't afford—highlighting class disparities that contemporary readers would have recognized keenly. The page overall reflects Progressive-era social awareness mixed with gentle satire.

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26 “Nothing to Declare” IME moves so fast, so fast! How can the little years Guard even half the past Along their curved frontiers? Much there is to regret— Faux pas perhaps the most: The little years forget Many a haunting host: Sorrows and bubbling joy: And ‘loves both sad and glad, But seldom one destroys The kiss one never had! Ruth Wright Kauffman. Obsolete Sayings College Boys: The car was simply covered with hairpins- “Dad was terribly sore—he could see I'd been drinking—" Of Mothers: “And I want you to stop dancing dear, sharp at ten minutes to twelv “Go casy on the butter; it’s thirty cents a pound—" Of Fathers “So I said to him, ‘That's the first time I ever rode in an automobile and itl be the last. You can have your horseless buggies, I'll stick to old Dobbin! “No, thanks, boys, I've reached my limit—” Cop: Ve'RE A WRITER, YE SAY? SHURE, AN’ 1 DON’T LIKE THAT STORY YE TOLD ME AT ALL, SO 1 EAR Fresit Ate Funp: % spent a day at Branch- I have j LL JIST GIVE YE WAN OF THESE REJICTION SLIPS. Lire’s Fresh Air Fund “First-Class Mail” ville as I was elected to take up ten girls who did not go with the regular quota. I and Camp. as from their am henceforth a incurable propagandist Let me tell you a few things, an_ outsider. swim so much The by the hopeless for Lire’s girls love second day that they even insist on going in when it berrying they rains. When eat they go blue- so much that they have to be prodded homewards down the hill. They have an outdoor camp NEIGHBORHOOD NOTES WHILE MR, MEDDLER WAS NAPPING AT HIS FISHING ONE DAY LAST WEEK, 4 AUTOMOBILE CAME ALONG AND NEARLY RAN OVER HIM. fire and toast marshmallows. They are building three outdoor ovens for com- petitive camp cookery, which will in- volve the principles of the common garden variety of home cooking under disguise. The craftwork is surely a scientific crime preventive—according to the latest authorities—as it teaches them to utilize their leisure wholesomely, hap- pily, constructively. They turn round hat boxes into cozy two-room apart- ments for their dolls. They convert pickle bottles collected from neighbor- ing grocers into lovely flower They make rustic holders for tin cracker boxes and take home a beautiful fernery Or they carry back in triumph oilcloth pussycats for the inevitable but blessed baby. Here are some gems culled from their conversation and postals: vases. ive things for dinner! I shall write and tell my mother.” “I'm having a swell time getting fa “The place is gorgeous. teacher is wonderful.” “They give us a lot to eat.” “Sister and I get an extra cup of milk at ten every morning because we are so skinny.” “This milk is all cream.” “We have real cows’ butter here.” My If your readers could see these ten enthusiastic counsellors, cach with her happy family of ten, if they could see a hundred girls fresh from the excitement of the tenements actually sleeping for (Continued on page 32) comicbooks.com