“Now fellahs! We’ve just gotten the municipal code, too!”
“Well then, Mr. City Councilman! We’re not afraid of that. We’ve already had cholera and we didn’t die of that, either!”
(Kladderadatsch, Germany, 1850)

“Now fellahs! We’ve just gotten the municipal code, too!”
“Well then, Mr. City Councilman! We’re not afraid of that. We’ve already had cholera and we didn’t die of that, either!”
(Kladderadatsch, Germany, 1850)

From Morgenposten, Denmark, 1850:
Cholera: Do you, my lord, allow me to go in to Mr. Sørensen?
Quarantine Board: Who is it?
Cholera: A poor farmer from Skåne.
Quarantine Board: Nah, get lost! Then he’ll be at pains and wait for at least eight days out here?

Cholera: Do you allow me to go in to Mr. Sørensen.
Quarantine Board: Who do I have the honor to…?
Cholera: I’m Baron…
Quarantine Board: Ah, if you please, my Lord! Please step inside.

“Mr. Coroner, your income is estimated at 10,000 thaler.”
“God help me! That is far too much!”
“Please, Mr. Coroner! In the spring you had chicken pox and the real smallpox, in the summer you had nervous fever, and now you’ve already had cholera for eight weeks. So it’s all brilliant dealings!”
(Kladderadatsch, Germany, 1850)
