Judge, 1912-10-19 · page 17 of 24
Judge — October 19, 1912 — page 17: what you’re looking at
What you’re looking at
This page collects humorous cartoons and jokes from European satirical publications, translated for American readers. The content satirizes everyday social situations across different countries: **The sketches mock:** - Gambling culture (French men losing money, one claiming counterfeit coins) - Romantic pretense (German man appraising a woman's engagement rings rather than genuinely courting her) - Parental anxiety about courtship (British father annoyed a suitor wastes gas and steals newspapers during visits) - Immigrant culture (a tenor survives a fall down stairs, seemingly unbothered) - Consumer excess (Chilean man can't afford the "poetic" hats his wife admires) - Berlin's nightlife regulations (bars forced to operate from tramcars after closure orders) The page functions as cultural commentary through international humor, suggesting these social foibles—materialism, dishonesty, pretense, regulatory absurdity—were universal across Western societies.
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The Gamblers. “Natarellement. tu as tout perdu! Moi j'ai eu la je garder cent sous!” ils étaient en plomb.” “You have lost everything, of course. I had the strength of character to save adollar.’’ ; but it is counterfeit!’’. Sourire (Paris). His Object. “Nu halten Se mir nich immerzu die Hand fest, Herr Pachulke, nu kissen Se se schon endlich.” Wieso—ieh will se doch gar nich kissen. Ich taxier’ blosz die Ringe.” “Now, don’t keep on forever holding my hand, Mr. Pachulke! Do kiss it some time!"" “Why, I don’t want to kiss it at all! I'm only appraising the rings !’"—Lustige Blaetter (Berlin). A Little Too Presuming. Father—‘‘Mabel, you might give that young man who comes to see you in the evenings a message."’ Mabel (blushing)—‘‘Yes, father."’ Father—‘‘Tell him that we’ve got no objection to him running up the gas bills, but we'd rather he didn’t carry away the morning paper with him when he leaves !'’—London Opinion. No Serious Hurt. Gastoeber (zum Tenor, der die Treppe hinunter auf den Kopf gefallen)—"Um Himmels willen, sind Sie verletzt?” Tenor (singt)—“La, la, la! Nine, danke."* Host (to the tenor, who has just fallen downstairs on his head)—** For heaven’s sake! Are you injured?” Tenor (testing his voice)—‘‘La, la, la! No, thank you.""—Fliegende Blaet- ter (Munich). Poems Without Rhyme. is, qué hermosos sombreros! Som una erdadera poesia.” 1@ para esas poesias mis bolsillos no tengan rima,”” “Look, Louis! What beautiful hats! How cute they are—real poems!”? “What a shame that my pockets have no rhymes for such poems!’'—Sucesos (Santiago, Chili). Die Kommunalbehirden planen ein Bar-Verbot. Die exmittierten Nachtkneipen werden mit el- ektrischem Wage-Mut den Betrieb auf freier ‘Strasse fortsetzen. The Berlin city authorities are plan- ning the closing of the ‘‘American"’ bars. The banished night taverns may continue to do business on the tramcars in the open street.—Lustige Blaetter (Berlin). comicbooks.com