(La Esquella de la torratxa, Barcelona, 1884)

Stop the train! Fumigation… or no fart shall pass through the cordon.

For some reason… the separate fumigant is hidden.

“Let’s go back, Laurence, let’s go back: these people must not have phoenix acid and they would like to disinfect us with lead pills.”

“Give me a piece of cord.”
“Young lady, I don’t have any, nor is it easy for me to find it anywhere: they have spent everything to cordon off the province.”

“Where is this box from?”
“From Alicante…”
“From Alicante?… Help, assistance, microbes!”

“Carry on!”
“Take me? I do what they have commanded.”
“Yes? Well, that’s how; like a kangaroo.” (??)

Mr. Cholera Morbus travels about Barcelona determined to work mischief. Detail from a multi-panel cartoon.
(La Esquella de la torratxa, Barcelona, 1885)

I certainly lack the expertise to annotate it properly, but this storyboard from the Catalan satirical magazine La Esquella de la torratxa (1910) seems worth archiving.

That’s what you have to look at, Mr. Mayor!
That’s what you should disinfect.
(La Esquella de la torratxa, Barcelona, 1894)

Grand ball of melons and watermelons, organized in honor of cholera, for having saved their lives with his coming.
(La Esquella de la torratxa, Barcelona, 1885)

Beware, there is Drought in Mecca!
(La Esquella de la torratxa, Barcelona, 1891)

(La Esquella de la torratxa, Barcelona, 1885)

Don’t be overly fearful.

Don’t have excess confidence.

Maintain the same hours of eating and working as always.

Since you get more cholera when it’s quiet at night, the quiet ones will go out during the day. (?)

Don’t eat much!

And don’t eat too much.

And most importantly, don’t eat melons, watermelons, or tomatoes.

Ala, ala: it’s time to go for the club!… It is enough that we have cholera all year round, in the square, at the fishmongers, in the slaughterhouse, in the taverns, in the bakeries, in the grocery stores, and at the tobacconists. Well, enough, in the name of the God of microbes!
(La Esquella de la torratxa, Barcelona, 1885)

“I disguised myself as cholera.”
“It’s a whim …”
“Oh! not a whim. I do it to see if the government gives me anything from the calamity fund.”
(La Esquella de la torratxa, Barcelona, 1912)

“Bravissimo… Now that the cholera and in [Spanish Prime Minister José] Canalejas, they can already come when they want.”
(La esquella de la torratxa, Barcelona, 1911) (Clearly I’m missing some wordplay here.)