Judge, 1930-01-04 · page 12 of 36
Judge — January 4, 1930 — page 12: what you’re looking at
What you’re looking at
# Judge Magazine Page Analysis This page contains three separate satirical pieces: **Top cartoon ("Snowed in, eh?")**: A skier in winter gear claims he's "outa gas" rather than snowed in—likely mocking the era's new automobile culture and the excuse-making around car breakdowns. **"The Serious-Minded Employer"**: Satire of prudish, controlling bosses who demand stenographers be plain, modestly dressed, and makeup-free, while forbidding fraternization. The joke targets rigid Victorian workplace morality and hypocrisy. **"No Sale"**: A mechanic exposes a used-car scheme. A dealer told a customer to have the shop "take the rattle out" before trial, but the mechanic discovers the car needs major repairs. The satire critiques deceptive auto sales practices and collusion between dealers and mechanics to hide vehicle defects. The page reflects early 20th-century concerns: automobile reliability issues, workplace gender dynamics, and consumer fraud.
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She had her reverses JUDGE “Snowed in, eh?” “Naw—I'm outa gas!” The Serious-Minded Employer “The stenographer I want in this office, young lady, must be neither frivolous nor pretty. There is no place here for an attractive girl. The one who is employed must not use powder, rouge or lipstick, and I shall insist that she be always modest and decorous, with skirts somewhat longer than the prevailing mode. And an- other thing: I have no desire whatever for the type of young lady who would accept an invitation from her boss to these qu work at once. stenographer for m and if he ever tri just let me know. No Sale “There's just a little rattle in the fender. I'll leave the car here and come back for it in an hour,” said the man with the brown derby. And here's what the young man h the overalls and the monke: wrench said when the man returned: “Say, mister, I hate to tell ye, but that car of yours is a wreck. It needs new bushings, the valves stick, it’s got to have a new timer, it should be re bored, ete., ete., ete., ete., ete.” “Well, I'm glad you told me ‘cause nan out in front told me to try out before I bought it, and he said to come back here in the shop and you'd take the rattle out of the fender before I took it out for a trial.” —Ben Fromm w = comicbooks.com