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This satirical piece mocks the social pretensions of young married couples in the early 20th century. The cartoon shows well-dressed couples at what appears to be a country club charity event ("Ride-a-Bit Home" fair). The satire targets: - **Social climbing**: Characters obsessing over expensive purchases and club membership status - **Marital dynamics**: Husbands (like "Luther") controlling finances while wives organize charity events - **Class anxiety**: The tension between appearing wealthy and actual financial constraints - **Gender roles**: Women managing social obligations while men protect the purse strings The humor comes from characters' transparent attempts to maintain appearances despite financial strain, revealing the artificiality and insecurity underlying their social world.

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OU may have heard a good deal of Ys Jing and bang over at the Country Club lately but don't be but our steward, alarmed. It isn’t anythi Hugo Zinss, who is trying to get the place cdded up after the Ladies’ League Fair, ich happened last Thursday The Fair is one of the things that we take smilingly, no matter how painful; it is for such a worthy object, the 1 sit Home” for city kiddies who need pep up. It is our own pet charity. and arly everybody shells as generously as possil course this gives them the right riticize a bit They've their knock and are en- titled to it It was her wledge of thi 1 Mrs. Bemis yy, “Ty right that prom to say the sometimes if it does the children uy 1 Two weeks seems 1 short time...of ¢ se, stay out in the sin 1 get ed but stinburn doesn't mean health, Tt just looks I'd rather have a pale, well child calthy than a red, sick one.” r Luella is pale said Mrs. Libby, who ternal interest in every one, a of Schumann-Heink com Sut of course it he r city mites. Think of sh air they get.” “What they need is fresh Mrs. Bemis with a Ider. water,” s, delicate s\ But all b ved nobly and worked like fiends for the suc- nds cess of the Fair, as they alway do, For this is the great fem. inine event. All that is asked of TLe’s NEW MAT, the men—a enothing—is that rox they supply their wives with aiap pat ARS MRS. TUT WICH SHE By George §. Chappell IV. The Ladies’ League Fair enough cash to buy one another's wares. OF ce the males are urged to come; for the ladies know that for mopping-up pur- po: unexcelled s and the buying of left-overs they are Be and come out early,” every wife told her mate, “and c e straight to the Country Club. And bring some money.” Mrs. Libby is President of the League, just as her husband is President of the Club. It is a Libby year out our way Wilkie Tripp says that voice of the people cries, “Give me Libby or give me So Mrs. Libby called general meeting some weeks to get things started. The principal lusiness was the form m of committees and the allotment of tables and departments at the start between the Leag 2RE was just a Jittle friction and Luther Pritchett, our treas urer. Luther, having nursed the Club through its shaky never relaxed his vi . has lance. He meets every incoming dollar the pier, so to speak. A rule says that the charge exclusive rental of the Club shall be fifty ¢ p ars. When it was osed to waive this in favor f the ladies Luther barked like “Waive my shirt!" he said, coarsely null have to rescind the rule first The Boa charging the You're hog-tied.” d founda way out by League the usual roxty.” fifty and presenting them witha Younger Married Set like amot Curiously, this was perfectly sfactory to Luther “That's business,” he said. He has that kind of mind. “Thank goodnes: that's settled,” said Mrs, Libby at her organiz: n meeting What a jackass that Pritchett is, What does ’ “He's an actuary,” teered Hattic Farwell. What's that?” asked several. No one knew AX? so it went, hither and yon, as the nt things planned their annual as sault on each other. At last the tables were allotted, with resultant objec ‘I ‘fancy work,” n't see why I always have to be Tuttle. “It's the most expensive table there is and. the protested F hardest to sell from.” weren't at purred Mother Libby, meeting, dear,” you did so well with thot Under this palave fancy work last year, we all lies the fact that I nie Tuttle has oodles and always buys everything she can't sell There was at argument as to whether the tables should be indoors or out on the te 1 finally won. “T know it’s lovely out-of-doors,” said Mrs, Pettner, * ribly uncertain. it the “ins” mat the weather is so ter Remember that year it rained and the red umbrellas ran into the lemonade and made everybody d The x amuser ply sick xd soul ended with a shrick of ‘nt at the near-mortality among her frien “Let's have little booths inside,” suggested the arty Mrs, Bemis, “with wood to give an outdoor effect ! ts of dog This was voted a swanking idea and so it was arranged. Bert Hoofner, who only goes to town evenings to take ina fight or something, helped with the construction of $e comicbooks.com