Judge, 1903-04-04 · page 5 of 16
Judge — April 4, 1903 — page 5: what you’re looking at
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This Judge magazine page contains several satirical pieces reflecting early-20th-century American social attitudes: **"Waiting for the Organ"** uses ethnic slurs common to the era, depicting an organ grinder (labeled "dago," a derogatory term for Italian immigrants) and his monkey. The poem recounts attacking the street performer—offensive content by any standard. **"An Idealist"** mocks a wealthy woman's naive ideology about servant relations. She suggests making servants fear employers as much as employers fear servants—absurd logic the club president dismisses as "impossible," satirizing detached upper-class attitudes toward labor. **"Up Against It"** humorously presents an orchestra musician's paradox: work prevents playing music, but not playing prevents earning money—a gentle joke about conflicting obligations. **"Ice"** is quirky verse claiming the street vendor's cry of "Ice!" (selling ice blocks, essential before refrigeration) signals spring more reliably than traditional natural indicators—a humorous inversion of romantic nature poetry. **"The Extract"** shows a Wall Street "bear" (speculator betting on market decline) joking about raiding "bulls" for profit, using food terminology as metaphor.
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WAITING FOR THE ORGAN. HILE passing one day by an organ I stopped in my usual way And noticed a man with a mon- key— The monkey was out for the pay. ‘The tune was ‘+ Cavalleria” ‘And an ancient though popu- lar air That I'd heard away back in the sixties 5 Then ‘twas known as ‘The len’s Prayer.” now just how T did it— I picked a stove up in the street— Iwas David, and made the old dago Play Goliath knocked clean off his feet. Somewhere in a ratty old garret A dago is waiting to bring Out the same ancient lavender monkey When the buds tra-la-la in the spring. Somewhere in a noisy old turnpike— ‘Somewhere in a leaf-bowered lane— I shall work the old sling-shot whenever ‘That dago comes grinding again. AN IDEALIST. HE lady who was addressing the heavy- weight culture club on the servant ques- tion and its inadequate answer approached the peroration of her remarks. “In short,” she said,“ we should endeavor to make our servants fear us as much as we fear them.” Here she was interrupted by the presi- dent, who told her that it was not the purpose of the club to attempt the impossible. UP AGAINST IT. ‘6 YOU must take more recreation,” advised the physician, «All work and no play makes Jack a dull boy, you know.” “But, doctor,” objected the patient, «I am in the orchestra down at the Steenth-ave- nue theatre, and if I don't work I can't play, while if I don’t play I can't work.” “Icey IT'S not the robin’s blithesome chirp, nor outdoor frolics of the purp; ‘tis not the gleaming of the leaf that sidles through its loosened sheaf; ‘tis not the songsters on the wing that whisper to me it is spring. It is that now I've noted twice that vibrant, startling cry of “Ice!” “Tis not the flutter of the rug, nor ads. of things for roach or bug; ‘tis not the hunt for garden-hose, nor setting out of vine or rose; ‘tis none of these that to me bring the con- sciousness that it is spring. It is the echo, cool and nice, that lingers from that yell of « Ice!” ‘Tis not the gentle, sobbing rain, nor sub- tle sense of hidden pain; ‘tis not the hints of meadows green, nor tender hues that flush the scene; ‘tis none of these that makes me sing the songs that bubble in the spring. No! ris the accents that entice—the strident, piercing shriek of «Ice !” Tene STan Aws. ™. D. wEsarr, ——— Gtapys—" Ah! Jerrovn (a Wall-street ‘* bear’*)—"' Well, we raided the ‘ bulls’ to-day and | made a neat profit."* What you might call ‘extract of beef.’ "” Bore: Z \ = ed 3) )», MN WY THE EXTRACT. comicbooks.com