Judge, 1916-04-15 · page 18 of 28
Judge — April 15, 1916 — page 18: what you’re looking at
What you’re looking at
This page collects humorous shorts from European satirical publications (London Opinion, Punch, Le Rire, Fliegende Blätter, and Ütá), translated for American readers. The jokes reflect World War I-era concerns: a soldier enlists partly for the separation allowance (military pay to support dependents), suggesting financial desperation. A drought joke plays on regional hardship. A flirtation joke uses dark humor about suicide. A "slacker" reference targets those avoiding military service—a serious social stigma of the WWI period. Several jokes involve polite behavior and crude language, typical of period comedy. The final Berlin joke likely references wartime spy anxieties or foreign infiltration fears. The page demonstrates how Judge republished European humor to entertain American audiences, showing common wartime anxieties and social attitudes across the Atlantic during the 1910s.
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Satisfactory for Both Sergeant (cynically)—Come to join, eh? For the separation allowance I suppose? Applicant—Yes, sir! I wants the separa- tion and she wants the allowance. —Bystander (London). ila am See" sein? Ich seh’ doch gar es hat halt na’ scho' lang nimmer “Ts this supposed to be the cottage on the lake? I don’t see any water!” “Well, don’t you know we haven't had any rain for some time.” —Fliegende Blaetter (Munich) Young sub (to coquette)—If you don’t answer me one way or the other—yes or no —I’ll hang myself at your garden gate. Coguette—You musn’t do that. Father doesn’t like young men hanging about the place!—London Opinion. “Alors, pour te debarbouil er, tu prends du savon noir?” Enfant terrible—Do you use black soap to scrub yourself?—Le Rire (Paris) “Come along, slacke' Derby on to you!”—Punch (London). Carrying It Too Far. Herr Pidtzerl ist so béflich, dasz er sogar jedem ‘Hunder! dankt, das ihn schweifwedeind begn Herr Pluctzerl is so polite that he thanks every pup that greets him with a wagging tail—Fliegende Blactter (Munich) at's the matter? . I'm goin’ back Punch (London) Ted (ex-plumber): for me baynet, 0” course. Um Gottes villent Was gibt’s? Eine Verbrecher- I wot Es treibt sich in Berlin cin Premdwort ‘rum “For heaven’ A man-hunt?” “Oh, no. There’s a foreign word ing around Berlin that the police ha found yet.”—U/&é (Berlin). comicbooks.com