Influenza sketches

(Kolce, Warsaw, 1889)

“Why do you have such a sad face?”
“I tell you, I’m down with influenza: tenants don’t pay the rent, the wife wants money for the holidays, it’s horrible!”

“Oh, if only you knew how sick I was!”
“What was wrong with you?”
“Well… I had this bovine disease…”

“What are you putting on, Wicek?”
“Like a cloud of smoke, you will be overwhelmed by this super fashionable Inflanza.”

“Is the lady at home?”
“She is, but she is not receiving anyone, because she has this weakness known as intelligence.”