Under the Spreading Chestnut Tree by Edward A Ryan Under the spreading chestnut tree a stubborn auto stands, And Smith, and angry man is he, with trouble on his hands. He cusses softly to himself and crawls beneath the car, And wonders why it didn't bust before he got so far. The carburetor seems to be the cause of all his woe; He tightens half a dozen bolts, but still it doesn't go. And then he tries the steering gear, but finds no trouble there--- Till, wet with perspiration, then, he quits is sheer despair. He squats beside the road to give his brain a chance to cool, And ponders on his training at the correspondence school; And then he starts the job once more, until by chance 'tis seen The cause of all his trouble is---he's out of gasoline. ---The above from the 8th Edition of "CARICATURE, The Wit and Humor of a Nation in Picture, Song, and Story", illustrtaed by AMerica's greatest artists, Special Edition. A collection of jokes, cartoons, columns, and observations from 1911. It's amazing that much of this is still funny, and often very subtle. Some of the artwork is incredible, visions of airplanes being used as cars by 1999 and even sooner, like 1929!
Not car humour but 1911!? 1911 cartoon: Wife to husband entering the house looking somewhat disheveled, "John, you have been fishing again. I can smell your breath." Do dat mean what I think it do?
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