Caricature by Eugene Zimmerman published in Judge. The text reads : --Doctor: "You can live only two days more, Mr. Moses." --Moses: "Oh, doctor dear, maig idt dhree days so I can finish dot medicine. Idt vos so oxpensive."
Caricature by Walter H. Gallaway published in Puck. The text reads : 1 "Dey cosd only ninedy cends und sell for fife tollars." 2 "Max, I tells you ve can'd lose." 3 "Und I asks Cohenstein, 'Do ve ged a discound?'" 4 "It vas all in Rachel's name, efery cend." 5 "Now ve vill talk ofer dot brobosition you haf." 6 "Dere's noting in it at der brice."
Caricature by Eugene Zimmerman published in Judge. The text reads : -- Reuben (angrily): "I'll trouble you to let me by!" --Cohn brothers: "Let you buy? Certainly! Come right in! No trouble to show goots."
Caricature by Eugene Zimmerman published in Judge. The text reads : The 16th of March. --Baxterstein: "Ikey, mine sohn, if ve don'dt preddy soon sell some ohf dese clodings your papa vill be a ruined Hebrew." The 17th of March. --Ikey (his son): "Nefer mindt dot ruinness, papa. Ve vill sell dose handtsome clodings to dose Irish peebles vhen der parade passes dis vay."
Caricature by Eugene Zimmerman published in Judge. The text reads : --Mrs. Gilhooly: "Oi should t'ink it wud be awful onhandy to go t'roo loife wid sich a lar-rge nose as you hov, Missus Goldberg." --Mrs. Goldberg: " Och, I don't know, Missus Gilhooly. I vouldn't sell dot nose fer all der money in der vorldt."
Caricature by Eugene Zimmerman published in Judge. The text reads : --Mr. Cohen: "Remember, Shakey, you must be alvays ready if you aim to get rich in New York." --Jakey: "Yes, fadder. My motto in life shall be 'Ready, aim, fire!'"
Caricature by Eugene Zimmerman published in Judge. The text reads : 1 "How our friend Goldberg's hands look when he first notices a little shower coming up." 2 "But it is only natural that they should assume this shape if it rained MONEY."
Caricature by Emil Flohri published in Judge. The text reads : --Frayed Fagin: "I dreamed last night dat I found a t'ousand dollars." --Hardened Hobbs: "W'ot did yer do wid it?" --Frayed Fagin: "Chucked it away. I knew if I tried ter spend it I'd only wake up."
Caricature by Eugene Zimmerman published in Judge. The text reads : --Goldheim: "Didt you hear der news? Blazupski is goin' to retire from bizness for sure." --Ickleheimer: "Yes, I know aboudt it. He toldt me since der fire-insurance company refused to carry his risk dere is no money in der clothing bizness."
Caricature by Eugene Zimmerman published in Judge. The text reads : --Ikey Rosenbeak: "Oh, Papa, do buy me some ohf dose peaudiful Roman candles--de man says dere is tree golden balls in every one ohf dem!"
Caricatures by Eugene Zimmerman published in Judge. The caption for "She knew him by his nose" reads : "Mr. Geldfish (who has been forced to cut his mask to make room for his nose): "I vonder eef mein wife vill know me in dis disguise? Der gostumer sedt I choost look like Heiney de Eight." The text for "Where he erred" reads : --Mrs. Cohen: "Vy are you licking leedle Shakey?" --Mr. Cohen: "He vas lighting matches out in der back yard." --Mrs. Cohen: But dere vas nodding out dere dot he could set on fire." --Mr. Cohen: "No, of course nod--dot's der reason of id. Vat's der use of dot foolish poy wasting matches?"
Caricature by Rose Cecil O'Neill published in the October 16, 1901, edition of Puck. The text reads : --Mrs. Bernstein (getting ready for the theater): "I see dere vas a real fire-engine in dis blay." --Bernstein (sulkily): "Den I von't go." --Mrs. Bernstein: "But it eggsblodes on der vay to der fire." --Bernstein (merrily): Hurry up, dear! Ve may be too late!"
Caricature published in Judge. The text reads : --Hockstein: "Iss it a diamond? Ach! Der cutting is imberfect, der stone is off color, t'ere iss tree flaws in it--Vatt! I wouldn't loan--" --Customer (angrily): "But I don't wish a loan! I want you to value it, and I'll pay you for your trouble!" --Hockstein: "Ach! Vhy didn't you say so--it's a peaudiful stone. A pure white, flawless gem ohf der feerst vawter; feefty cents, blease!"
Caricature by Franklin Morris Howarth published in Puck. The text reads : 1 --Mr. Isaacs: "Ikey, look, look! See vat your fader learns out mit dis pook! I can do it! I'm a hypnotister!" 2 "Now watch! Here gomes a jay gustomer. Go out mit der store. Leaf me alone. I will hypnotister him. I vill get me double brices! 3 --"Vat, you only vant a pair of pants? Look me in der eye!" --Mr. Hardacre (aside): "That feller is tryin' ter hypnertize me. I used ter be purty good at that game, myself. I'll try my hand at it." 4 --Mr. Isaacs (aside): "Oh! If I had only known dese dricks pefore. (To Hardacre.) Look in der glass. Isn't dot fine, undt only feefty tollars." --Mr. Hardacre: "I'll let him think he has me!" 5 --Mr. Isaacs: "And you vant a fine silk hat. Ah! you look schoost like dot Brince of Vales (Aside.) Oh! dis vas too easy!" --Mr. Hardacre (aside): "Now I'm ready to begin on him." 6 (Making the hypnotic passes : immediately transfixing Isaacs and handing him a piece of paper). "Now you want your money, I suppose? Here is a hundred-dollar-bill. Give me the change." 7 --"Yes, that is right! Ten, twenty, thirty, forty. Now, you sit down on that chair and don't move until that clock strikes five. Good-by!" 8 --Young Isaacs: "Fader, vat's der matter? You see nodding mit your eyes open. Vhere's der gustomer you hypnertisted? Vake up! Vake up!" 9 --Mr. Isaacs (as he awakes): "Vhat! Dere vas no hundret-tollar-bill in der drawer? Four ten-tollar-bills missin'? Oh, mein sufferin' peoble! Dot feller was a hypnotister himself! Ikey, Ikey! purn dot pook!"
Caricature of Joseph Pulitzer published in the March 9, 1899, edition of Life. The associated article reads : "The editor of the World is known wherever bad English is read, and depraved minds everywhere hail him as a source of inspiration. He has probably done more harm to morals, and has fostered with more real persistency the rapid undergrowth of American degeneracy than any other living man. What he might say of Life is therefore of great interest : 'Don' speag to me of Life. Dot paper is der worst ever, ain't it? Ven de Sun un Churnal un udder file sheets gome out against me, I laf ha-ha! Vat does it madder? But Life! Dot paper goes to der very peoples dot I vould buy myselluf a place among, because of my monish, un day vill not have me, Hah! It has cut into my cirgulation also, un made me a laughing stock. It makes me sick. Speag to me not of Life.' Mr. Pulitzer's views, though not new, may well bear reiterating, showing, as they do, that no refined family of taste can afford not to take Life regularly. Contrast the shame-faced individual with some grains of self-respect left who stealthily endeavors to conceal a copy of the World from sight, and the proud bearing of the man who spreads his Life where all may see the company he keeps. Merely to be seen with a copy of Life is a good mind advertisement."