Confessions of a European Intellectual, by Franz Schoenberner
I don’t think that during all the years in which I read Simplicissimus religiously it made me laugh once. But it certainly made me think. Simplicissimus was the most outspoken magazine of social humor in both Hohenzollern and Weimar Germany. It was neither super-urbane like the New Yorker, nor cosily satirical like Punch. Nor did it have the melancholy sting of the French Canard Enchainé. The crude designs of its cartoons resembled Kaethe Kollwitz’s art, and its captions the damning satire of Daumier.
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