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# Analysis for Modern Readers This page contains two satirical pieces about wealth and materialism in early 20th-century America. **"And Keep the Change"** depicts a wealthy businessman (L.H. Guttenheimer) rudely rejecting a salesman at his door. The joke's twist: the "salesman" is actually the tax assessor trying to thank Guttenheimer—implying the man brags about his possessions (stocks, real estate, art) to everyone *except* the one person who matters: the tax collector. The satire mocks nouveau-riche boastfulness and tax evasion. **The lower cartoon** (titled "Reciprocate! Reciprocate!") shows a car accident with multiple people being thrown about, satirizing reckless driving. The accompanying text argues that zigzagging drivers aren't necessarily drunk—they may be sober drivers *avoiding* intoxicated pedestrians, reversing blame. **The Jewish merchant joke** stereotypes Jewish businessmen as shrewd but incompetent at ventures outside their traditional clothing trade (advertising "Pent Suites" instead of "Penthouses"). All three pieces reflect period attitudes toward wealth, driving safety, and ethnic stereotypes.

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