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The top cartoon depicts a cow standing among five human figures with the caption "This cow of ours is just like one of the family. Which one?" The joke satirizes how families anthropomorphize their livestock, treating animals as family members—a gentle mockery of rural or farming life sentimentality. The main article, "The Hay Center Progress Club Takes Drastic Action," describes a small-town civic organization's humorous overreaction to an unspecified incident involving the Prince of Wales. The club staged an elaborate international incident response, demanding the Prince apologize, involving long-distance phone calls and formal resolutions sent to British officials. The satire targets small-town pretentiousness and civic organizations' self-importance in matters beyond their actual influence.

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“This cow of ours is just like one of the family.” “Which one?” The Hay Center Progress Club Takes Drastic Action “Wuereas, The Almighty has seen fit to create a thriving community known as Hay Center, a city of opportunity and in- dustry that has grown from a_ popula- tion of 123 in 1908 to 1,768 in 1928 (based on latest available U. S, Census esti- mates) and “Wuereas, The Hay Center Progress Club recently by unanimous vote decided to stage a big celebration on May 27, 1928, in joyous commemoration of the founding of Our City, and “Wuereas, It was suggested that the Prince of Wales be invited to attend the opening of the celebration and take part in the horse races, and “Wuereas, The sum of eighty-three dollars and seventy-two cents ($83.72) was appropriated from the general fund of the Hay Center Progress Club to de- fray the expenses of a long-distance tele- phone call to the Prince of Wales, and “Wuereas, The party that answered the telephone in London and talked to the president of this club was not the Prince of Wales and said the Prince was unable to come to the phone then, and “Wuereas, This club is not accustomed to being treated that way by anybody, and especially resents the insinuation of the fellow who answered the telephone that he did not even know where Hay Center was “Now Therefore Be It Resolved, That the Hay Center Progress Club, in special session, demands that the Prince of Wales make public apology for this procedure without delay, and “Be It Further Resolved, That in the event this incident leads to serious inter- national complications between the United States of America and Great Brit- ain, the members of the Hay Center Progress Club will side with the United States of America, and “Be It Even Further Resolved, That copies of this resolution be sent to the Prince of Wales, the King and Queen of England, the President of the United States, the Secretary of State, Mayor Thompson of Chicago and the Hay Center Weekly Clarion.” Chet Johnson. “Wasn't Dago Mike elected?” “Naw, both our machine guns jammed.” The Fettered Eagle stop puting mee Lindbergh eve dat Part of the clean, far air, the winds an} the drifting clouds, Over the mountain peaks, into the end. less blue; Why should he find his cage in the rug of the peering crowds Who jostle and shove and clutch to g if his wings are true? What do they know of wings, what d they know of dreams Born of the sunset’s glow where oa} the star dust streams? Diving deep in the clouds or riding the open sky, One with the roving gales that trard the circle’s girth; Finding peace in the storms where only the wild birds fly, Why must they build a cage whenever he comes to earth? Why, when his pinions dip down from the starry quest, Why must they drive him back into th storms for rest? You've seen an eagle sail where the ble mist gleams and dies, Out from his eyrie home, free as th winds of God; You've seen an eagle caged, looking with sombre eyes Into the mass whose feet are heavy upon the sod; What do they know of dreams, out of th star dust spun, What do they know of wings soaring into the sun? Grantland Rice. EXTERNAL “Apter the way you carried on wid that carrot-topped cat at the Smithsons,” she wrote, “I don’t want to see hear from you any more. Please do not ever speak to me again, and anyway, she's old enough to be your maiden aunt. It will be useless for you to call or ty © communicate with me in any way, 31 never want to speak to you again. “GRACE DE JONES. “P. S. Don’t forget our "phone nun ber has been changed to Vandyke 0234.” ———— “Wuat’s holding up the main bout?” “The flyweight champion showed vp with specs on.” comicbooks.com W ae he pe aie ee eee ie ce amet anne