Judge, 1912-08-10 · page 20 of 24
Judge — August 10, 1912 — page 20: what you’re looking at
What you’re looking at
This page from *Judge* magazine contains two distinct sections: **Upper half:** A serious charitable appeal by the New York Association for Improving the Condition of the Poor. The photographs document tenement dwellers—mothers, children, and the elderly—living in overcrowded, poorly ventilated housing on Manhattan's Lower East Side (below Fourteenth Street). The text emphasizes their 18 square feet of breathing space per person and appeals for donations to send them to Sea Breeze, a seaside relief home at Coney Island. This reflects Progressive Era concerns about urban poverty. **Lower half:** A series of humorous automobile vignettes mocking early motorcar culture—newly wealthy drivers registering their cars like children, paying "road fines" to rural officials, the smell of gasoline, and backwards-driving discomfort. The satire targets affluent motorists as absurd and self-important. **Notably:** The juxtaposition is jarring—serious poverty advocacy adjacent to jokes about wealthy car owners' frivolities, reflecting class tensions in 1910s America.
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HEAVY LOAD ON ‘A MOT DAY NO PLAYTIME FOR HER 1M NEED OF FRESH AIR SUGGESTIONS A lawn sociable by your class, Sunday school or club. A card party at your summer hotel of = A subscription Atmoneyee bd ist of people to send it, without mention- ing your name. THE BATHING HOUR AT SEA BREEZE FROM STIFLING TENEMENT TO SEASHORE AND COUNTRY Do you know that the New Yorker living below Fourteenth Street has an average of only 18 square fret of breathing space? Can you imagine anyone more in nced of fresh air outings than these dwellers in sultry homes, hemmed in by scorching pavements ? Neither opportunity nor money is theirs with which to seek pure air. For them fresh breezes and outdoor freedom are made impossible by congestion, Every penny of their small earnings goes to satisfy pressing needs. Mothers, children and babies, broken wth toil, ill- nurtured, or frail, appeal through us to you for a bit of sunshine and relief from care in the country, of at Sea Breeze, our seashore Home at Coney Island. Would you not erjoy your vacation more if you knew that you were enabling or helping A coavalescent mother to regain lost health? A wom-out widew and her children to be care-free for a week oe two? Aan aged and friendless woman to gain new life and cheer? A weary shop girl to enjoy « glorious week of freedom? Aaa under-sourished baby to get fresh air and pure milk? Ao mineted boy of girl to win a new start for the next year Won't you help them? The trouble of reading a contribution is nothing compared to the joy that it will bring to some of these stifling homes. NEW YORK ASSOCIATION FOR IMPROVING THE CONDITION OF THE POOR R. FULTON CUTTING, Presioen? a a = A “OIP™ IN THE TENEMENT DISTRICT The Champagne of Bottled Beer A MAPPY LITTLE MOTHER WHO SAID WE ARE AFRAIOT HOW THE WAVES TICKLE MY FEET Send contributions to ROBERT SHAW MINTURN Treasurer Room 207 105 East 22nd Street New York City Motor Chat. IN THE DEPARTMENT STORE. “Do you keep light summer motor coats here?’’ she asked of the floor- walker. “Yes, madam," said the floorwalker politely. ‘* You will find our gasolingerie on the third floor.'’ REGISTERED. “What's all this?’’ asked the hotel clerk after Dubbleigh had registered, “Mr. and Mrs. Horace Dubbleigh, two children, chauffeur and N. Y. 3897608? What's the N. Y. et cetera stand for?” “Oh, I thought I'd register my car,” said Dubbleigh. ‘‘That's its license number."’ A NEW METHOD. ‘You mean to tell me that you add insult to injury by fining people ten dol- lars for getting mired in your rotten old roads?" demanded Winkletop, as the constable called for payment. “We sure di said the constable. “The chances air ye'll never come this way ag'in, and we gotta get what we kin out 0” ye when ye do come.” WAGGLES WAXES FACETIOUS. “Your car smells mightily of gaso- "said Slithers. d Waggles. “I keep it that way to keep the moths out of my fur.” “Your fur?’’ demanded Slithers. “What fur? “*Show-fur, CHOLLY AND HIS CAR. ‘*Now, see here, you!"’ said the police- man at the track, as Cholly’s car came to a standstill. ‘*We can't have no en- croachin’ on the line. You've gotta back your car at least ten feet.”’ “Oh, but I cawn’t, officer!"’ pleaded Cholly. ‘*It makes me terribly ill to ride backward."" THE POINT OF VIEW. “Aren't these roads awful?"’ cried Ethel, as a j.lt caused her to land squarely in Hickenlooper's lap. “Oh, I don't know!"’ said Hicken- looper. ‘I rather like this. said Waggles. BEER | } BREWED BY MILLER AT MILWAUKEE — In answering advertisements please mention JUDGE. It will be ¢nprociated. comicbooks.com