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# "Auto-Intoxication" - Judge Magazine Satire This page satirizes the frustrations of early automobile ownership. The top cartoon shows a beggar asking for a match outside a café, captioning the absurdity of spending lavishly on a car while broke. The main article by Wayne G. Haisley humorously catalogs the emotional roller coaster of car ownership: buyer's remorse (spending $2,400 instead of $800), near-death traffic experiences, blown tires, shock at accessory costs exceeding the vehicle's original price, traffic jams wasting time, and the expense of maintenance. The final indignity is a wife driving the car off a ferry. The bottom illustration shows a "bandit entering" a home, captioning "Keep 'em up!"—likely suggesting the car thief as another threat to owners' peace of mind. The satire targets middle-class anxieties about automobile costs and the gap between car ownership fantasy and expensive, accident-prone reality.

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I nt et2LZ LP “Pardon me, hash one of you gen’lm got a match?” Auto-Intoxication [ue feeling when you started out intending to spend eight hundred for a coupé, and end up with a sedan at twenty-four hundred. The temporary stoppage of breath as you leap to the curb (when luc just as the taxi darts forw the traffic officer puckers his lips for a blow. The sentiments that surge within you as, after cursing the rough road for three miles, you get out and discover that you have two flats behind. The state of bewilderment as you face your wife’s tabulated expense sheet, which shows that the accessor- ies have cost just. three dollars more, than the flivver did in’ the first place. ‘The final condition as you emerge from a traffic jam during which you spent three-quarters of an hour making a trip you could have walked in ten minute: The realization that spring will be along in a couple of months, and that it would be cheaper to bury the old bus than to have it supplied with new glands. The wracking horror when your wife drives off the ferry into the city. Wayne G. Haisley Banoir (entering) Keep ‘om up! comicbooks.com