“She’s been sleeping for two days, Doctor, and we can’t wake her. So we’re afraid she’s got the sleeping sickness.”
“Has she been going dancing?”
“Every night until morning.”
“Then leave her alone and give me thirty crowns…!”
(Humoristické listy, Prague, 1924)
Typhus: “Well, brother famine, what are you up to?”
Famine: “Here I am, wandering around the district.”
Typhus: “Not taking a look at the neighboring district?”
Famine: “No, I’m not allowed over there. They have the rotating crop field system there.”
(Krokodil, Moscow, 1924)
Sic Transit Pestilentia 