Judge, 1920-07-31 · page 34 of 36
Judge — July 31, 1920 — page 34: what you’re looking at
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This page contains two distinct pieces of satirical content: ## "Two Million Motor Cars Will Not Be Enough" An advertisement for Leslie's Weekly magazine disguised as editorial commentary. It mocks newly wealthy car buyers who purchase automobiles without genuine expertise, warning them not to buy "just any" car. The satire suggests that two million motor cars won't satisfy America's aspirational middle class, poking fun at consumer culture and automobile mania in the early 20th century. ## "The Sunday Afternoon Drive" A domestic comedy sketch depicting a chaotic family car ride with multiple generations—parents, teenagers, and aunts—all backseat driving and bickering. The humor lies in the cacophony of complaints: concerns about reckless driving, requests for ice cream, lost hats, and mechanical problems. The closing satirical note is particularly pointed: it suggests that automobile culture actually *prevents* social upheaval by keeping working-class men occupied with Sunday drives rather than attending "Bolshevik meetings"—a reference to communist organizing. The joke critiques both domestic chaos and implicitly mocks the period's Red Scare anxieties.
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