It's a new-run that's bound to lead into the ultra-offensive "She can be as liberated as she wants just so long as she shackles herself to the stove" arc.
Panel 1: We start off with John leaning over Elly's shoulder as she reads the paper. He asks her what she's reading and she says it's the help wanted column.
Panel 2: He asks her if she sees anything she likes. She says that she could be a waitress or short order cook.
Panel 3: His face fixed in the Bug Eyed Glare of Existential Horror, a freaked-out John asks if (GASP!!!!) Elly is really planning on getting a job. She seeks to allay his irrational fears by saying she's just looking and wants to see what's out there/
Panel 4: The rock-ribbed Neanderthal asks her why go out there (and stop him from having a hooooooooooooooooooome) when there's so much to do here. We pan out to see what's 'here': a sink full of dishes, Mike blowing bubbles, Lizzie out to join him and Farley eating his puppy chow.
Summary: There's nothing "here" that couldn't be handled by an adequate dishwasher and a kid working her way through University as a house sitter so John's objections are invalid on their face; it's time for him to shut his mouth, pip-pip, muddle through and 'endure' the 'horror' of living in a two-income household; unfortunately for all of us, he's about to make a big, ugly fool of himself by insisting that if Elly were to join the labor force, he wouldn't have a hooooooooooome. According to Lynn, his definition of the word means a domestic arrangement in which his wife has been reduced to an infant dependent on him for her money, the dope. Equally unfortunately, the clod can't get it through his thick skull that Elly totally freaking hates being a housewife but cannot say so.