JMcAndrew asks, “Why would anyone staying at a hotel pay to hear adulterous noises?”
All I can think is that this is leaning into that particular trope of cheap motels. Anyone who has ever experienced such might appreciate a line that I wish I’d written:
“For the first 20 minutes it was funny; then it was irritating; then it was actually pretty impressive…”
Chris Hoover sends this in: “I perceive this to be two jokes about typing but with your hand in the wrong position on the keyboard. However, I am unable to decipher the one on the right. For that matter, I’m not particularly certain about the one on the left.”
A similar gag from Nancy, but this one’s not a CIDU.
This year marks the 100th anniversary of The New Yorker. In honor of that considerable accomplishment, we’re presenting all the cartoons that appeared in that first issue, February 21, 1925. It’s a varied lot, including some CIDUs — were they CIDUs at the time? It’s remarkable to me that the general style of The New Yorker’s humor is recognizable in that first issue.
Pete commented: “The bread line: we are seeing one page of a two page centrefold. The full version compares poor people waiting for bread to rich young women waiting for their escorts to buy dinner.”
But we are seeing the entire two page centrefold, and the comparison is implicit. I’m posting the complete centrefold here because I’m not sure my link will work if you aren’t a New Yorker subscriber.
Another from jmcandrew: “This is a Jack Ziegler cartoon and other than the fact that there is likely not a lot of demand for poet laureates in most corporations I have no idea what the joke here is supposed to be.”
Agreed. Though it does sound like a pretty sweet gig.
This reminds me of this video from Dr. Glaucomflecken:
[Yes, he is actually a doctor licensed in the US, and has some serious YouTube videos related to his specialty (ophthalmology), but he has a bigger audience for his comedy.]
Boise Ed submits this one: “I get the Area 51 gag, but the name panel’s secondary gag (“All tea served with a saucer”) eludes me.”
It seems to pair nicely with panel one here:
JMcAndrew sends this in: “I spent more time than I care to admit contemplating how the mechanics of this relationship would possibly work and how a sandwich would be the end result.”
Well, just look at Mr Peanut. You can see he’s well bread!
from jmcandrew, who asks, “Does this qualify as a geezer comic now for people who remember when long distance communication was prohibitively expensive?”
See, kids, back in the day…ok, yeah, definitely geezer alert time.
I collect what I call “obsolete jokes”: jokes that are no longer funny because technology—not the Zeitgeist—has passed them by. (The latter are common–consider most political humor, whose half-life is often quite short.)
One of these jokes involves a family eating dinner; the phone rings and the maid answers. She listens, says “Sure is!” and hangs up. A minute later it rings again, same story. After the third time, the master of the house asks her, “What’s with the phone calls?” and she explains, “Some joker keeps calling, saying ‘Long distance from New York’!”
One thing I particularly enjoy about these is the often multiple layers of obsolescence. For example with this one we have: family eating together; landline; maid (!); and of course the actual punchline.
Is there a joke here other than this restaurant has chosen to display a single piece of pie in their window instead of an entire pie? Is it controversial for senior women to enjoy banana cream pie?
“McKenzie is making a makeup video narrated by her boyfriend. 1) Does she even have a boyfriend? 2) Why did the lipstick have no visible effect? 3) Where will she put the mascara? She has no eyelashes. 4) Did the boyfriend say something in the middle panel that made her sad in the last panel? 5) What the !@#$% is going on?”