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Judge — February 24, 1917 — page 16: what you’re looking at
What you’re looking at
This page collects humorous anecdotes from British and European publications, likely from WWI era (references to bombs and bombardment suggest 1914-1918). The jokes mock various national stereotypes and wartime situations: - **"Phone St. Peter"** (London): Dark humor about heavenly bureaucracy during wartime deaths - **"The Professional Touch"** (London): Soldiers casually handling explosives - **"One to Jock"** (Scottish dialect): A porter's witty insult to a confused passenger - **"The Compensations of War"** (Sydney): Gallows humor about servants seeking employment after bombardment - **"The Purist"** (London): Theater manager correcting an actress's diction to use cockney dialect - **"Condolence"** (Munich): German sentiment about losing a beloved cow, with absurdist consolation about Sunday visits The content represents how different Allied and neutral nations used humor to process wartime trauma and cultural differences.
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HUMOR FROM FOREIGN LANDS Phone St. Peter “Father, when deople go to Heaven, do they get to be angels right a , or do they have to pass a lot of darn old examinati ‘i London Opinion The Professional Touch “Chuck us out that bag 0’ bombs, mate; it’s under your "ead." —Bystander (London). One to Jock Trate passenger (as the train moves out} Why didn’t you pul my luggage in, you blithering old Porter—There’s mair sense in yer trunk than there is in yer heid, mon. It’s you that’s in the wrang train! —Sketch (London). Worthless The Compensations of War Lady—Did you get a recommendation Billjim—An’ what would you do if I from your last mistress? kissed you? | pplicant—VYes, ma'am. Innette—I would call gran’mere. Poor Lady—Where is it ? gran’mere! She ‘as been quite deaf since ze 1 pplicant—Sure, it wasn’t worth keeping, t bombardment.—Svduey Bulletin, ma’am.—London Ideas The Purist The Manager (at rehearsal, to the leading ner, you mustn't to the Duke. You mustn't Y 2” You've got to speak ae 4 You must say. “Wot are you a-doin’ of?" —Sketch (London) Condolence Bawerin—Wenn man so a treues Tier vier ot da kann man sich schlech ich. Huaben in h komm’ Peasant—When a faithful animal four years, it is pretty hard to part with it, Purchaser—Console yourself. 1 will come over once in a while on Sundays and bring the cow to visit you. —Meegendorfer-Blactter (Munich). comicbooks.com VERA