Monday, 13 July 2009
The Humour of The New Yorker, also known as unfunny jokes and other non-sequiturs.
Animal Humour, like The Far Side, but not humourous.
An ant wearing a surgical gown is lying down on an operating table. A duck wearing a stethoscope, surgical mask and operating theatre scrubs bends over him with a worried look in his eyes. The caption reads:
-What did you say your specialty was, Monsieur Fourmi?
-Ant-hropology, Duck-tor Canard.
New York Humour, whatever that maybe.
A Catholic priest, a Rabbi and an Ayatollah walk into a cafe. The latter is murdered pre-emptively by the other two, who go on to eat bagels with cream cheese.
Self-Referential Humour. (The New Yorker? Yes! The New Yorker.)
An uneducated workman boorishly walks up to a Manhattan newsstand not wearing a tie and asks for a copy of The New Yorker. End of joke.