Cholera: “I want to dance with you,
doctor, in parting.”
Doctor: “It’s my pleasure. Good bye!
May you grace us again!”
(Razvlechenie, Moscow, 1871)

Cholera: “I want to dance with you,
doctor, in parting.”
Doctor: “It’s my pleasure. Good bye!
May you grace us again!”
(Razvlechenie, Moscow, 1871)

“This little rosebush that you gave me this winter, it nicely reminded me of you when you had smallpox.”
“Ah! that’s sweet!”
“Yes, because of the buds!” [a synonym for pimples]
(Le Journal amusant, Paris, 1871)

“Ah! what a year! what a year! The foreign invasion, the civil war, the smallpox, the rinderpest!”
“And with all that, my spinach which did not want to go to seed!”
(Le Journal amusant, Paris, 1871)

A farmer comes to the doctor to get vaccinated. The doctor, already busy vaccinating several women, tells him to wait in the next room and just undress for the time being. The farmer goes out and after a quarter of an hour, to the horror of the doctor, comes in again stripped down to his shirt:
“If you don’t step outside, you insolent fellow,” the doctor yells, “get dressed again immediately!”
“Yes, what do I know, Doctor,” says the farmer, “where one is vaccinated.”
(Fliegende Blätter, Munich, 1871)
