Edited to Add:
It occurred to me cartoons, even if clipped from the newspaper, are copyrighted material. Ignorance is no excuse for using them without permission. I could try and get permission from the authors, but it’s difficult to get contact information on some of them, so I decided to remove the images.
I’m leaving the text in case anyone saved a link, but I will not be doing any more posts about Hartwick Joke(s) of the Week.
So, nine years have passed since I did this post . . . and what I notice is that Pinterest, Facebook, and many, many places share cartoons all willy-nilly. I’m not normally prone to do something illegal just because so many others do it (apparently, that’s no longer a virtue in today’s world and gets you incredulous looks I interpret as saying “you’re an idiot”), but, in this case, and for a good cause — laughter — I decided to restart the Jokes of the Week<<link documentation so that posterity can enjoy some cartoons that have likely passed from memory.
Note that depending on when you click on the link and read the series, there may be more coming. At the time of this writing, there are only eight published out of more than a hundred. At one a week, it might go for a while. Why, I may not even finish publishing them because I don’t know if I’ll live another 20 years.
In my first post about the Hartwick Professionals, Inc. Joke(s) of the Week I gave a little of the history of the weekly sheet I put out for nine years before Hartwick Professionals closed its doors in 2004. I figure I would slowly document them, at least the ones I have left.
In following with the format of the first post, I will do so in groups of ten. You can click on the picture for a higher resolution version (some may be otherwise hard to read), and they should open in a new window or tab.
While perhaps difficult to gauge a person by the jokes they like, preferred quotes are another matter. Most of the quotes I used reflected either parts or the entirety of my views regarding particular topics.
The exception were those contributed by the employees . . . those reflected their views. I never censured anyone, and anyone was free to submit either jokes or quotes.
Often, like in the above, there was a single theme or topic to the quotes. Other times they were grouped by topics. Rarely, they were completely random.
The jokes, on the other hand, were always random. By this time I had collected a large cache of jokes in the form of clips from newspapers (the good ole days . . . before the Internet). I used to subscribe to the paper for one reason and one reason only . . . to read the comics. A lot of trees met their demise just so I could accumulate a store of funnies. You could say I have bits of trees from the 80’s stored safely in my files.
The jokes above are by Joe Martin, to this day one of my favorite cartoonists. The idea of Banjo Diners (see above) had me in stitches.
Money is an interesting concept . . . I think we are slaves to it, where once it was a mere convenience. Mind you, I’m not against it; I just think too few have too much, and it makes them forget they are humans.
There is no basis for it, and to all evidence it’s the opposite, but those who have a lot of money, obscene amounts of it, tend to believe they are somehow better than other humans.
Worse yet, some of the people who do not have enough buy into this false idea about money, and think less of themselves. So much so that they will go into heavy debt to appear as having more resources than they do.
I don’t comment on the jokes much because they, as it is said, speak for themselves. Early in life I was surprised, and sometime a little dismayed, when people did not see the humor in things I saw as hi-larious.
The quotes, on the other hand, often touch into personal thought that roam the bends and folds of my mind. The above comments about criticism touch on something surely common to many.
The desire to get honest feedback for what one does. To that end, I much prefer feedback on how to improve than praise for what I already do.
After all, I already know I am nowhere near the pinnacle for any of my activities. Nor do I aspire to be the best. But I do want to improve. Because of it, I am likely my most ruthless critic, and would much rather someone told me what I am doing wrong than to praise my efforts.
That said, most people don’t look at things from a position of expertise. It’s one thing for me to say I like or don’t like something, but it’s quite another to do so based on technical proficiency.
So, when people say they like my writing, or like my photographs, I accept it at face value. But I would really like someone who is a very proficient writer or photographer to judge my work and give me honest feedback.
Not to say I do not appreciate the compliments of family, friends, or even strangers. I do. But while those feed my ego, they do nothing for my hunger to improve. Although, truthfully, I’m the only one who can ultimately feed that hunger.
I wonder if anyone is ever truly satisfied with what they do or accomplish. It seems to me if they were so, they would lose an important reason to go on.
An important part of my life, who I am, what I strive for, has to do with honor, character, and being at my best as a person. The above quotes reflect a small portion of it.
No, I did not, and to this day don’t always succeed at always being the best. My failures typically concern my treatment of others. Emotions sometime got the better of me. I have a quick tongue (easy ladies; that’s not what I mean), and I have learned I can inflict hurt, sometime great hurt, with words I later regret.
The good thing is I learn. It happens much less now than when I was younger. But it does still happen. What I have learned is to apologize. Quickly and sincerely. It does not absolve me of it, but there is value in recognizing and acknowledging one’s mistakes. Especially if they are not repeated.
Along with that, there is the other side of the coin. Once someone loses my respect, either through actions or spoken words, they are not likely to ever regain it. I expect no less of others toward me, and that is why I strive to adhere to the same standards to which I hold those around me. You cannot compromise honesty and honor for they are hard to regain once lost.
Perhaps I should stop rambling so much, but please understand I am not giving advice. It is mostly self-reflection toward an accounting of where I am in life, and where I want to end up.
What works for me may not work for others, as is evident by the many people who are not me, and go through life with love, respect, and admiration of others. I’m just happy I have managed to keep the number of people who hate me relatively low.
So, let’s talk about the jokes. The one above, about the fire hydrant, cracks me up. What makes it funny is the idea of continuity. It’s like a running gag told in a single pane.
And the joke about the suggestion box gives a slant that makes your mind go through hoops. Sadly, it’s probably reminiscent of many work places.
The Lord Jeffrey quote was paraphrased by someone now forgotten to me. They basically said the same thing, but in a lot cruder way:
“You can play a horn all your life, and never be recognized as a horn player, but suck one c*ck, and you will forever be known as a c*ck-sucker”
Now, the funny part is that I am still uncomfortable with using certain words either when I speak or when I write. But, like when something is bleeped on TV, everyone immediately know what they are being spared from hearing or reading. It’s a weird world.
More great quotes espousing a certain way to approach life . . . and of course, a couple of great jokes.
I especially like the Herman joke. Herman had a quiet, understated approach to humor. I really liked it, but at some point he got a bit off the mark and repetitious. I still own some of his collections . . . hmmm . . . I should go look at one.
The Neighborhood was another hit and miss. For one, I did not particularly like the drawing style. But in the one above did force me to crack a big smile.
Willie ‘n’ Ethel always managed to capture a certain aspect of the human condition that I know must exist. As in the third strip above, often it’s the expression of private thoughts we might harbor toward others, both strangers and loved ones, that we would never voice, that at times horrify us by their mere presence in our minds, but that nonetheless make us laugh.
The infusion of humor helps us, perhaps, handle things going on around us.
I have nearly no limit to humor unless mean-spirited. Everything can and should be made the subject of humor lest we start to think of it as sacred, for surely that is a bad path to embark upon.
The last for this post, the above JotW contains one of my favorite Willie ‘n’ Ethel cartoons.
The first one, about going the other way; it’s how sometime life feels.
I also like the Mark Twain quote, but no longer believe in the message at the root of the Menander of Athens quote. Mainly because Ingersoll’s quote now applies to too many powerful people. I was once naive to believe hard work and perseverance were enough to achieve professional success (whatever that means), but that is no longer the case.
I do still believe one should strive to be a decent human being, and that it’s the most difficult task one can assign to themselves.