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Judge — March 18, 1916 — page 18: what you’re looking at
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This page compiles humorous anecdotes translated from European satirical magazines (Munich, London, Paris), representing the early 20th-century practice of international joke-sharing among publications. The humor relies on simple domestic and wartime scenarios: **"Reassuring"** and **"Civil Marriage"** use innocent misunderstandings—a child's logic about eating apples on an empty stomach, and a bride's practical concern that her rural mail-carrier husband requires constant travel. **"The Broken Mirror"** references wartime (periscope damaged by bullets), playing on Irish superstition about seven years' bad luck. **"A Matter of Temperature"** uses a temperature pun: "burning with love" literally means having a fever of barely 101°F—mild affection. **"A Perfect Epicure"** contrasts finicky versus gluttonous eaters through working-class British women's dialogue. **"Tout Complet"** shows a sick child requesting increasingly absurd medicinal plasters, suggesting complete coverage. The page demonstrates early 20th-century transatlantic humor sharing and period attitudes toward class, marriage, and wartime experience.
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LAUGHS FROM OVER T - and Rudi, was fallt dir ein. auf den nachternen einen unreifen Aj 1 essen? Aber, Mama, ich bin ja gar nicht mehr chtern, ich habe schon vier Aepfel gegessen! Mama—Rudi, what are you thinking of to eat a green apple on an empty stomach? Rudi—But, mama, my stomach isn’t empty, I’ve already eaten four apples. Meggendorfer Blactter (Munich). Civil Marriage “Sie wissen. dass der Mann de er muss sie schdtzen und jicht der Frau, Manne at Standesbeamter: Weibes Hau: Dagegen ist es au folgen.”” Brant (u 4): “0, bitte. bei uns ab Standesbeamter. Ja warum denn? Braut—" Mein zukunftiger Mann ist Landbrieftrager Official—You must know that the hus- band is the head—he must protect and shel- ter his wife. And, on the other hand, it is the duty of the wife to follow her husband everywhere. . Bride (interrupting)—Oh, please alter this in our case! Official—But, why? . Bride—My future husband is a_ letter carrier in the country!—Fliegende Bleetter (Munich). tern Sie das wate SN SS The Broken Mirror Paddy (who has had his periscope smashed by a bullet)—Sure, there’s seven years’ bad luck for the poor divil that broke that, annyhow.—Punch (London). A Matter of Temperature Vous savez qu'il brule d'amour pour v “Oh! . . il brul » A peine 38s!” “Don’t you know that he’s burning up with love for you?” “Oh... burning! Hardly 101.” Le Rire (Varis) A Perfect Epicure Mrs. Brown—My ‘usband, dainty feeder. Mrs. Green—Is 'e? Now my old man is jest. so much the other way about; ’e’s a perfeck epicure, ’e’ll cat anythink.—The Tatler (London). . ‘e's a very Tout Complet Nurse—Now is there anything else I can do for you? Tommy—(with vinegar cloth on head, salt bag on chest, and mustard plaster on feet)—Well, Nurse, you might just put a pepper plaster on my back, and then I shall he a bloomin’ cruct.—Bystander (London). “If 1 don’t make a str a hand grenade at 'em.””—Meggendorfer Blact ter (Munich). The dlient—I understodd you to say that your charges would. be light! The agent—I believe I did say my fee would be nominal, but— The cient—Oh, I see; you meant phe- nomenal!—Sketch (London). comicbooks.com