There's so much going on here. Her silk peignoir and high-heeled slippers. Her body language. The NRA Blue Eagle in an ad featuring two people who are obviously completely unaware that there's such a thing as a Depression going on. The wreath in the window, and poinsettias on the table: they're eating pineapple in December. His smoking jacket and that pencil-thin mustache.
And the maid there in the background, calm and collected, with the faint composed smile of someone who has just spit in your fucking center slices. Ma'am.