Judge, 1915-01-02 · page 16 of 24
Judge — January 2, 1915 — page 16: what you’re looking at
What you’re looking at
This page reprints comic anecdotes and cartoons from European satirical magazines (Punch, Le Sourire, L'Illustration, etc.), showcasing different national humor styles. The jokes reflect early 20th-century social observations: children's unsupervised play ("robber barons"), rigid class hierarchies (a sergeant replacing a maid), practical absurdities (umbrellas by beds), and gender roles (a mother prioritizing dinner out over bedtime). One cartoon mocks military posturing ("swashbucklers"). Another shows post-WWI anxiety—a Boy Scout searching for foreign spies with chemicals, reflecting fears of sabotage or chemical warfare. The humor is gentle, domestic, and class-conscious rather than overtly political. Judge presents these as culturally distinctive examples of "foreign" wit for American readers, emphasizing how different nations find humor in their own social customs and concerns.
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Copyright, Fliegende Biactter In the Nursery wo habt Ihr denn unsern pritter und da sitzt er ii “Goodness gracious, children, where did you put little Willie?” “Into the waste bas! We're play- ing robber barons and have put him into the dungeon.""—Fliegende Blaetter (Mu- nich). No Privacy “Want to leave me, Mary? I thought you were quite comfortable. What is it for —something private? “‘No, ma’am, it’s a sergeant'’’—London Mail. Pn Nacht 2° regnen “Tell me, honored hostess, why is there an umbrella b je each bed?"" incase it should start to rain in the night.""—Meggendorfer Blaetter (Mu- nich). LAUGHS FROM OTHER LANDS Colonel of swashbucklers—Nah, then, Swank! The wimmin can look arter theirselves. You ‘op it and jine yer regiment !—Punch (London). “Ghyitacnt tout le monde, “Eh, there! Your dog is sniffing very close to me."’ “Oh, he sniffs everybody, rarely."’—Le Sourire (Paris). but he bites Fashion neMlaman, tu vas te coucher, que tu te mets en soS'Mais non, mon petit, je vais diner en villa.” “Mamma, are you going to bed? You nightgown.’* all, dearie. I am going out to —L'Mllustration (Paris). A Priori Probability Suspect—Well, boy, what are you look- ing at me like that for? Zealous Boy Scout (on guard at a reser- voir)—Please, sir, we’re looking for a foreign gentleman with fifty tons of chem- icals concealed on his person. — Sketch (London). The Maitial Spirit “Why are you moping there, Dick?’ “T've no one to play with.’” “Well, go and fetch Freddie next door.” “Oh, I played with him yesterday, and I don’t suppose he’s well enough to come out yet.”’"—London Opinion. as ee Sai ue a ie eid eee eee ae