[A repeat from January 6, 2013] I always wanted to be a stand up comedian — but I don’t have the legs for it. Comedians actually run in my family. They have to if they want to survive. . . . .
I like jokes. Humor. Comedy. The Three Stooges (“are you kidding Petersen?”). The Honeymooners. Seinfeld. I like to laugh. A favorite funny movie? “Planes Trains and Automobiles.” Or maybe it’s “Airplane.” Or “Young Frankenstein.” Or “The Pink Panther.” Humor is a great medicine (see post of July 28, 2011). One of the best.
The person I’d like most to have dinner with? Aristophanes (see post of August 28, 2011). Aristophanes was the first stand up comedian in about 400 B.C. He got in big trouble with the Emperor – Cleon – for pretending on stage that he was Cleon. Smeared with wine. And drunk . . . .
The first book of jokes wasn’t published until 1739. It was Joe Miller’s Joke Book, then known as Joe Miller’s Jests or The Wit’s Vade-Mecum. Joe Miller (1684-1738) was an English actor who played a large number of humorous/comedic parts. When Miller died, a chap named John Motley (1692-1750) published Joe Miller’s “jests” in 1739. It was a collection of contemporary and ancient witticisms. The first edition had 247 numbered jokes.
“A famous teacher of Arithmetick who had long been married without being able to get his Wife with Child. One said to her ‘Madam, your Husband is an excellent Arithmetician.’ ‘Yes, replies she, only he can’t multiply.'” (That’s number 234)
Joe Miller was referred to by Scrooge in Charles Dickens’ A Christmas Carol (1843) (“Joe Miller never made such a joke as sending [the turkey] to Bob’s. . . .”).
After I croak, perhaps someone will write “The Renaissance Hombre’s Joke Book.” I have a card file full of them . . . .