Judge, 1926-03-13 · page 23 of 36
Judge — March 13, 1926 — page 23: what you’re looking at
What you’re looking at
This page combines two unrelated items: **Left side ("Radio Dietetics"):** A humorous story by Hugh Wood about a businessman whose wife depends entirely on radio broadcasts from "Miss Martha Heath" for dinner recipes. When the radio batteries die and she misses that morning's broadcast, she has no idea what to cook, leading to marital comedy. The satire mocks both radio's growing cultural dominance in the 1920s-30s and domestic dependency—the joke being that a wife has outsourced all meal planning to a radio personality. **Right side:** An advertisement for Fatimas cigarettes, featuring decorative boxes on a scale. The ad's message—that paying more for premium cigarettes is worth it—uses the phrase "naturally preferred" to suggest affluent men inherently choose this brand. The cartoon below ("Why hasn't anyone thought of this before?") appears to satirize some domestic convenience or product, though the exact reference is unclear without additional context. Both items reflect early 20th-century American consumer culture and gender roles.
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Radio Dietetics \ Is business I am an important | executive. My desk has a glass I top and I have a little pad of memo- N ll d randum blanks neatly printed: “From atura ry referre the desk of—.". I press buttons and \b office boys dash to me. I am a | AMONG MEN who can well afford) any ciga- High Priest of Commerce, an Indus- . -y hs | a lace: rette they choose, there is a decided) preference But at home I am chambermaid : to a radio set. A delightful, enter- for Fatimas. They have learned that to pay taining, cantankerous, splendid set, ; the batteries of which run’ down less is to get less, to pay more, extravagance quicker than an eighty-nine-cent \ alarm clo An efficient, adorable wife has detailed me to keep these batteries always charged. Now be it known that every morn- ing from 10 to 10.20 a.m., from Sta- tion XYX, a culinary goddess of the vast ether, in the person of Miss Martha Heath, broadcasts household recipes. And one of her great radio | audience is the aforesaid, efficient, ador—well, you know what I mean, wife. Miss Heath will gurgle: “For luncheon to-day, dear friends, why not a dainty little cucumber salad and a bit of spinach, topped off with cup of cocoa. Then, my dear friends on the radio, when the weary men come home from their d work to-night, a nice lamb cutlet, green peas, graham bread, rice pudding and coffee will nourish and intrigue palates no doubt jaded by restaurant eating. Now, friends, get your nice little pencils ready and I'll give you a new recipe for what I call ‘Lord Fauntelroy Pudding.” A cup | of sugar, two oranges, three tea- spoonfuls of Thus what the culinary goddess of What a whale of a difference just a few cents make the vast ether has spilled out in the morning becomes my dinner, after a hard, tedious day of dictating office Kjouate be Mivias Taeanes 0s memos and taking buyers through the plant. Last night came. On the five- thirty-five, hungry as a bear, I reached home and bounced in, exu- berant and playful. “I'm ready for I shouted, “I'll just here's no supper here to-night,” answered the adorable wife, wiping tears from her checks, “and it’s your Here | anew paroxysm of tears started. “Sweetheart, darling, lambkins,” I | purre 1e petulantly started, “you didn't charge the batteries this week, and I couldn't hear Miss Heath this morning—” (here a new | outburst of tears temporarily silenced | her), “so I didn’t know what to make to-night for supper.” Hugh Wood Why hasn't anyone thought of this before? 21 comicbooks.com