Judge, 1929-08-31 · page 7 of 36
Judge — August 31, 1929 — page 7: what you’re looking at
What you’re looking at
# Analysis of Judge Magazine Page **Top cartoon** ("And what are these vacant panels for?"): A satirical take on early 1920s urban development. The illustration shows a fishing enthusiast's boat converted into a makeshift city, with various labeled compartments (banks, theaters, filling stations). The joke critiques the rapid, improvised nature of new city planning during America's post-WWI building boom—suggesting cities were being constructed haphazardly, like someone cramming amenities into a boat. **Bottom section** includes two short humorous pieces: "His Wife Was Speaking" depicts marital comedy about household budget cuts, and "Motorist—Well, go ahead" shows a motorist encountering an obstacle labeled "We Fix Flats," likely poking fun at roadside service stations and automobile culture's rapid expansion in the 1920s. The page reflects 1920s concerns about urban growth, consumerism, and modern inconveniences.
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JUDGE “And what are these vacant panels for?” “Oh, those are some of the fish that got away!” His Wife Was Speaking Nowadays all you need to start The world’s most inveterate He sat comfortably in his fa- a new city is a theatre, bank, practical joker: He hit himself vorite chair reading the ev ning delicatessen and four filling sta- over the I d with a rolling-pin paper. He had eaten well and tions. before going to see a phrenologist. an after-dinner drowsiness stole over him, Dimly he heard his wife speak- ing, “—and I've been thinking, William, I'm going to cut down on expenses. 1 won't get that new coat and the old ear is plenty good cnough—it's silly to get downright extrava- t d IT won't need a new hat—the one I'm wearing becomes me so well—and I've decided to return that new rug for the living room and get my money back— we'll just not spend a single cent we don’t have to—Wi m! Why I do believe you are positively asleep! And here I've been tell- ing you how much money I'm go- ing to need. The coat and rug and hat will only come to about two hundred and fifty and there are a few—" Yes, he guessed he had been dozing! —Natuanien Wiarton Mororist—IVell, go ahead.