There does seem to be a theme developing on this blog over the past few posts, doesn’t there. I assure you it is not intentional!!
This postcard celebrates hot dogs, or ‘wienerwurst’ which is the same thing, more or less. It looks as if even way back all those years ago, there were questions raised as to what exactly goes into this type of sausage. Mr. Butcher there is sharpening his knives happily, ready to grab the cute little dog and chop him up!
There was no message on the back of this card. Was the front part message ‘enough’ to send to Mr. Figley from the sender? Was this a warning, a veiled threat? Maybe Mr. Figley would be next.
I leave you with these thoughts of Mr. Figley and his Terribly Un-PC weinerwurst and with a passage from H.L. Mencken on the perennial American favorite: the hot dog.
I devoured hot-dogs back in Baltimore ‘way back in 1886, and they were then very far from newfangled . . . They contained precisely the same rubber, indigestible pseudo-sausages that millions of Americans now eat, and they leaked the same flabby, peurile mustard. Their single point of difference lay in the fact that their covers were honest German Wecke made of wheat-four baked to crispness, and not the soggy rolls prevailing today, of ground acorns, plaster-of-Paris, flecks of bath-sponge, and atmospheric air all compact.
I bet you’re glad I didn’t include a recipe.