Judge, 1916-07-08 · page 18 of 28
Judge — July 8, 1916 — page 18: what you’re looking at
What you’re looking at
This page collects translated humor from European satirical magazines, demonstrating early 20th-century international comedy trade. The jokes reflect period concerns: **gender and commerce** (a Prague piece jokes that women are priced like hats, valued by notary certificates); **WWI military life** (a soldier's indistinguishability in uniform; officers' mess conduct); and **class/social awkwardness** (a prospective customer insults a disabled horse-seller; recruiting occurs even in art museums). The humor relies on **period assumptions**: women as commodities, physical disability as comedy fodder, the absurdity of wartime recruitment. Most references are obscure without original context—the specific publications (Fliegende Blätter, Punch, Le Rire) and their readerships are now unfamiliar. The page shows how Judge circulated European humor to American readers, suggesting shared Anglo-European satirical sensibilities during the WWI era.
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{Les gants que je vous ai achetés autre j js me feraient deux ans. les ai perdus!” The Bloves w hich I Bought from you the Hi “Tady mate divnou modu! To jsou ty zenske cistovany?" ne; to ma kazda notarsky overenow cenu, jakou zaplatila za klobouk.” “You have funny styles here! Do you number the women?” “Oh no; cach of them has the price paid for her hat, certified by the notary.”— Humoristicke Listy (Prague). Variety ten feldgrau!” itress (stepping into the light from the dark)—How dare you kiss me! You're not the soldier in field g Soldier—What's the difference, dearie? in the errs abil are gray!” —Fliegende Deale r, of course you must take eee the "oss There ’e is, with all ‘is imperfections on ‘is "ead, as the poct says. Prospective customer: poet can’t have lookec (London). Ah, your friend the at his legs.—Punch Recruiting Station in the Art Museum “Haben Major (vor den a A uns Kew No Concealment ight at mess, the Colonel left the se a man told a story he didn’t bre k the arms off of tho o, sir, it must have be company yso! What was the story?” stationed here before us. — Meggendorfer —London Opinion. Blaetter (Munich). He—Extraordinary difference a uniform She—Oh, I don’t know, Samuel. I could pick you out anywhere.—Passing Show (London).