Judge, 1911-03-04 · page 7 of 24
Judge — March 4, 1911 — page 7: what you’re looking at
What you’re looking at
This Judge magazine page contains several satirical pieces mocking early 1900s American society: **"Call, Call Again"** satirizes the frustration of using early telephone switchboard operators ("Central"), who frequently misconnected calls or transferred callers to wrong parties—a common complaint of the era. **"Favorite Wall Street Dish"** is a political cartoon depicting a wealthy financier whose pockets are literally money bags labeled "$"—satirizing Wall Street greed and the concentration of wealth among the ultra-rich. **"Maxims of Maiden Lane"** (a jewelry district) mocks the materialism of women seeking wealthy husbands, using diamond-related puns. It suggests women value jewelry and status over genuine love, while also critiquing divorce and social climbing. **"Same Thing"** jokes that future generations will be skeptical of women claiming to cook for famous men—just as people doubted former enslaved men's claims of serving George Washington. The overall theme: satirizing American materialism, technological frustrations, and class pretension.
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Call, Call Again. By ESTELLE MAY NOLTE. F AT first you don’t suc- ceed, Call, call again If your ‘‘central’’ does not heed, Call, call again. Don’t get angry, start to swear, Throw a book, or kick a chair; Central, too, has things to bear— Call, call again. What though you must wait a while— Call, call again; Pick up courage, force a smile— Call, call again. Don’t call central horrid names When you hear Nell talk with James; Try one of your other flames— Call, call again! Same Thing. Willis—'* You remember how we used to laugh years ago about all those old colored fellows who claimed to have been Washington’s body servants?”’ Gillis—‘“* Yes."" Willis—‘Well, I suppose years from now people will feel just as skeptical about the women who are cooks for the great men of to-day."” Why, Oh, Why ? H, WHY should the spirit of mortal be proud, When mother, who poses as fate, Gets out the old album and shows to the crowd Your picture when you were just FAVORITE WALL STREET DISH. Lamb with U. S, mint sauce. “Oh, Jobn, there 's a burglar going through your pockets !"* “* Well, fight it out between yourselves,” Maxims of Maiden Lane. By STUART B. STONE. HO STEALS my paste steals trash. Love makes the world go ringed. Fake carat ne’er won fair lady. It's an ill opal that brings nobody good. Be sure your solitaire will point you out. A diamond on the third finger of the left hand is worth two in the South African bush, Better a little rhinestone where love is than the Good Hope diamond and hatred therewith, An actress and her stolen diamonds are soon reported. Never put a gift stone under the acid test. People who live in glass houses should not wear chips off the same for stones. Twinkle, twinkle, little solitaire—how I wonder what you are! Love loiters at locket-smiths, The burnt divorcee dreads the sap- phire. Not quite all that glitters is paste. A little necklace now and then is rel- ished by the best maiden. Diamonds talk—in the opera box. Hide not your brilliant under a bushel of other gems. Wisdom is more precious than rubies —but it doesn’t show up so well at the opera. Satan finds work for opal rings to do. Hoch der Koh-i-noor! HEN women are in politics, a “dark’’ horse can be a blonde just as well. comicbooks.com