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This page contains three satirical pieces mocking early 20th-century social pretensions: **"The Specialist"** features a dietician lecturing about vitamins and nutrition, satirizing the era's new obsession with scientific eating. The cartoon ridicules both the expert's pomposity and people's anxiety about food health. **"Masterpieces in Life"** (top right) appears to mock avant-garde modern art through crude drawings, likely referencing contemporary artistic movements considered pretentious. **"The Week-End Guest Speaks His Mind"** depicts a wealthy visitor complaining about his hosts' leisure activities—golf, drinking, and socializing. The satire targets upper-class ennui and performative sophistication. **"Not So Bad"** (bottom) offers brief humorous exchanges about writing novels and ocean travel. Overall, the page satirizes American upper-class affectations, pseudo-scientific trends, and social pretension.

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The Specialist IETETIC SPECIALIST: Yes, my dear lady, the most important thing to consider is strict attention SOU SSS apa ENS \ \ 4 SUA dln Duan “YEAMI—THAT'S RIGHT, STUPID PULL ON IT TILL You ready and I have another appointment at 12:5 BREAK IT to the various vita- mines. By referring to this booklet vou will find the various foods which build and nourish the brain, blood and bones, Never cat a meal that is not well balanced. Eat slowly and masticate every mouthful. Don't let anything hurry vou Health must be first, you know, Always rest for about thirty minutes after every meal so that the di gestive organs may be uninterrupted in their functions, and be sure never to worry any thing. heav- ens, it's al- Just t time to rush out and grab a sandwich TPHERE, little luxury, don't you ery—you'll be a necessity by and by. The Week-End Guest Speaks His Mind “NO, L DON’T GIVE A HOOT ABOUT YOUR GARDEN AND L DON’T WANT TO PLAY GOL? WITH THE BUNCIL oF PATHEADS you'vy SAW A HOMELIER CROWD OF WOMEN IN ALL MY LIFE HAVING A LOVELY TIME.’ Life INVITED OUT HERE, AND AS POR THD LIQUOR WE HAD LAST NIGHT, ULL RET YOU MADE IT YOURSELF; ALSO, 1 NEVER liner which is about to sai [SUST VEIWEIN UC CIPL® “P! Anut BUTter! How perfectly reVOL Ting the most FATtening thing in the WORLD, my dear Who on EARTH suggested putting THAT in the san wiches ? WHAT? No COCKtails? HONestly. my dear, T can’t surVIVE a minute ABsolutely on the VERGE of collLA at this point wo less. Who in HEAVen’s name is the HUGE female with Willie PINtle? Did you ever in your LIFE see such an odd SHAPE? [mean it SIMply slays me be cause she ACtually looks like NOTHing HUman you know what I mea POSitively, my dear, Te go MAD if something doesn't HAPpen. Every YEAR 1 VOW PIL never be se DUCED into coming on another of these VILE pienies of the MeTAVishes and YEAR after YEAR Tam Always disCOVered sitting HEAV ily in a lobster SALad or the PUNCH bowl or some thing My GARden TOOLS, it's HOT! [mean have you HONestly ever felt such HEAT in all your born DAYS? 1 always look SIMply POL ,onous at these merry outDOOR affairs where you are s‘posed to yet FRANtically athal bic after cating a lot of simply BlLious FOOD that always makes me TLL for a week APter. yer—T mean Tin Will you PLEASE look at what they are about to do NOW my dear? Oh, HONestly. 1 simply can't. STAND it! Why, of COURSE, Mrs. MeTav ish—T'd be simply THRILLED to enter the potato race! What a perfectly SLICK iDEA! T mean I simply aDORE these sort: of athalETie games and all i mean I ACtually DO! Lloyd Mayer. Not So Bad DUBLISHER (to author You'll have to rewrite this novel, Mr. Seribbler, if vou want it to sell. The Boston police have positively refused to suppre DASSENGER (on huge ocean ovrsipe or THAT, VM Captain): Well, Cap, what tim comicbooks.com