Judge, 1917-12-22 · page 19 of 28
Judge — December 22, 1917 — page 19: what you’re looking at
What you’re looking at
This page collects wartime satirical comics from European publications, likely from WWI era, reprinted in the American *Judge* magazine. **Key cartoons:** 1. **Spanish almanac joke**: References Europe's monarchies collapsing—the *Almanach de Gotha* (nobility registry) will shrink because there are "no more kings," not paper shortage. 2. **German vegetarian**: Dark humor about a soldier reassuring a woman he won't harm her dog because he's vegetarian—implying soldiers typically would. 3. **Air raid safety**: British satire on WWI/WWII civilian defense—a woman questions whether cellars help if submarines attack instead. 4. **Scotsman's inheritance**: Self-deprecating humor about squandering an aunt's five-pound bequest in seven years. 5. **War perspective**: A newcomer prefers watching war "on the pictures" (film) rather than experiencing it firsthand. These represent contemporary foreign perspectives on wartime anxieties: political upheaval, military threats, civilian vulnerability, and the surreal nature of modern warfare.
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‘A este paso, el dos pagi Por falta de p: iNo, por falta de reyes! del ado que viene constara things are going now the Almanach de Gotha for the coming year will consist solely of two pages. . “On account of the paper shortage?” * No, because there are no more kings.” — Blanco y Negro (Madrid). Komm! mein Moppehen, koi “Haben Sie gar keine Angst Vegetarier.” ige Prau: ich bin “Come here, precious, come here!" “Don’t be alarmed for your dog, madam; I am a_ vegetarian.” —Fliegende Blatter (Munich). Pilot (who has had a forced landing) Can you tell me whereabouts I am? Old Jarge—Iss, zur, I can that, this yurr be Farmer No Safety “It don’t seem to me, Mrs. Wickins, as you're safe anywhere with these air raids They sez a cellar’s the best place; what about ff they send one of them sub- marines instead?”—Tattler (London). The Prodigal Nephew The Scot (in confiding mood): Mon, I’ve been a reckless young deevil in me day. I had a fine chance in life an’ wasted it. An auld aunt died and left me five pounds, an’— would ye beleeve it, mon?—I’d blewed the whole lot in seven years!—Sketch (London). A Matter of Taste Old hand—Well, mate, what d’yer think of the war? New arrival—Taking it orl together I think I’d rather see it on the pictures.—Pass- ing Show (London). comicbooks.com