Judge, 1916-11-04 · page 20 of 32
Judge — November 4, 1916 — page 20: what you’re looking at
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This page collects humor reprinted from European satirical magazines, showcasing different national comic traditions. **Key pieces:** - **Remount Camp** (British): A cavalry officer jokes that an overly cheerful horse wouldn't suit a nervous rider—it would teach him to walk instead, not ride. Dark military humor. - **The Practical Man** (German): An old gentleman finds electric lighting installed in his room but immediately lights a kerosene lamp instead to find matches—defeating the purpose. Satire on stubborn resistance to modern conveniences. - **Boy in Apple Tree** (British): A child stays still hoping crows will mistake him for a scarecrow. Child's logic humor. - **Flower Pot** (German): A flowerpot falls on a suitor's head; the maid reassures the daughter he's fine—he's plucking petals doing "loves me, loves me not." Sweet romantic humor. - **Respirator/Chemist** (British): A woman asks for a respirator "like you're wearing," mistaking the chemist's mask for a fashion accessory. Absurdist wordplay humor. The page represents post-WWI international humor—lighthearted, domestic, and often featuring class or gender-based comedy.
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Oversea Humor Humours of a Remount Camp Remount officer—Afraid he wouldn't suit you—he’s rather too gay. Modest but ambitious trierp—Don't you think that kind would teach me to ride all the better? > Remount officer—More likely to teach you Practical to walk! Punch (London). Der alte Herr Registrator findet bei der Rackkehr aus der Sommerfrische in seinem Zimmer unerwartet elektrisches Licht vor, welches die Wirtin inzwischen anlegen liess. ‘Das ist praktisch,” sagt er erfreut ‘da kann man wenigstens schnell die Strei t jen, wenn man abends nach Hause kommt. t i zum Schreibtisch und zdndet seine Petro ne an. “So, und nun konnen Sie es wieder aus. drehen, Prau Muller! The old gentleman finds on his return from a summer resort, an electric light which his landlady has installed during his absence. “T practical,” he says with satisfaction, “now we can at least find the matches without any trouble when we come home late at night.” Then he go 0 the desk and lights the kerosene lamp. here, now you can turn it out again, Frau Muller!” Fliegende Blaetter (Munich). The boy up the apple tree—P’ ‘ang ‘ere quite still for an ‘our or so, ’e’ll think I'm some sort of scarecrow to keep the birds off!—Passing Show (London). After the Storm Papa, gib mir einen Groschen, ich will mir das Skelett vondem vorsandflutlichen Ungeheuer anseh'n! Vater—Geh* zu Mama! Little boy—Papa, give me a penny? I want to see the skeleton of the monster be- fore the flood. Father—Go to mama!—Lustige Blaetter (Berlin). En matiére fiscale, je suis pour un impét nouveau sur les parfums. In financial matters. I’m for a new tax on perfumes.—Le Rire (Paris). Tochter des Hauses—Was sagen Sie, der Blumen topf ist vom Balkon gefallen und gerade meinem Verehrer auf den Kopf? Grosser Gott! Dienstmadchen—O, beruhigen Sie sich, Praulein ich glaube, es hat ihm nichts geschadet! Er sitzt auf der Treppe und zupft Orakelblamchen: Daughter of the house—Oh, what do you think, the flower pot fell down from the balcony and hit my suitor? Great heavens! Maid—Calm_ yourself, M I don’t think it hurt him any. He ing on the step now pulling off the petals to sce if you love him.—Meggendorfer-Blaetter (Munich). A Bit of a Facer Mrs. Shortsight (rather behind time!)— I want a respirator, please. . . The Chemist—Yes, Madam. What kind do you require? . . Mrs. Shortsight—Oh! One like you're wearing will do.—Sketch (London). COMICOOKs ofa