Judge, 1914-12-19 · page 18 of 24
Judge — December 19, 1914 — page 18: what you’re looking at
What you’re looking at
This page from *Judge* collects humorous cartoons translated from European magazines, offering cross-cultural wartime comedy. The jokes reflect early-20th-century social anxieties and customs: **Top left**: A street hawker defends his shabby appearance to a woman by invoking submarine warfare—suggesting even civilians endured wartime hardships. **Middle**: A Spanish suitor compares a woman's hands to the Venus de Milo (the famous armless statue)—an absurd compliment that backfires. **Right side**: A general enlists his grandfather in a children's war game, reflecting how WWI permeated all aspects of life. **Bottom**: A horse mistakes green hair for fresh grass, and separately, a painter calls a drawing room of rejected suitors "the salon of the rejected"—wordplay on artistic rejection. **Final joke**: A magazine editor rejected a Mark Twain story, suggesting even famous humor fails editorial standards. The page demonstrates how wartime satire, translated internationally, traded on universal social embarrassments and domestic absurdities.
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She—No, I won't have it. the look of it. Hawker—No, and yer wouldn't like the look of yerself, missus, if you'd been chivvied abaht by submarines ever since the war started.—Punch's Almanac (Lon- don). I don't like “Oh, sefiorita! Permitame otra vez! Qué manos! Qué disinas manos! Sélo pueden compararse a las de la Venus de Milo!” “Oh, miss! Allow me! What hands! What divine hands! I can only compare them to those of Venus de Milo!"’—~Suce- sos (Santiago, Chile). ! Ich sag’ Thnen bloss andern—Posten ! Boss—Incredible impudence ! I've just three words to say to you: Goandget— anotherjob — foryourself! — Man (Berlin). Lacht General—We're going to have a battle, gran’pa. We're the allies. and you've got to be the German army!—London Opinion. “Aie—ah—aie!” “C'est votre faute, Mon chevalla pris vos cheveux verts pour de Mherbe fraiche !” “‘Oh—ah—oh!"’ “That's your fault. My horse mistook your green hair for fresh grass!’'"—L'Il- lustration (Paris). Copyright. Fliegente Riactter Rightly Named la draben hat reiche Witwe, Salon der Zurdckzew iexenent Lady—You see, our amiable hostess, the rich widow, has given the mitten to all those gentlemen over there. Painter —Oh, then this is the salon of the rejected! — Fliegende Blaetter (Mu- nich). “Die von der Redaktion Abnung von Humor! Jetzt sch famosen Witz von Mark Twain haben doch keine ken sie mir den p zurdick “The editors haven't the slightest ap- preciation of humor. Now they’ve sent me back Mark Twain's famous joke, too!’’ —Jugend (Munich). Estere Cable a Br