Judge — March 1933 — page 17: what you’re looking at

Machine-transcribed from the original scan — historical spelling and the odd misread are preserved.

“Near as I can figure it out, it means our energy is worth twenty thousand dollars a year.” This Way Out Ww" energy counted as coin And ergs as a sequel to sous, Imagine the clubs we can join If putts are accepted as dues! We chew, and the butcher is paid on the spot; One gulp, and we've bought a Martini— “Your joules are your fortune!” whoops Technocrat Scott, “Not mine!” thunders back Mussolini... (A garland of garlic, he seems to forget, Would pay, in a breath, the American Debt.) When mechanized marriage arrives, What ohmage will rise in our hearts On noting the curves of our wives (Tut, tut!)—on efficiency charts! The warmth of a kiss will be stated in therms And graphed in the usual fashion— One hundred or less shows a terror of germs, But up in the millions—it’s pas- sion! (Effective resistance to high-tension power Should never be more than one kilo- watt-hour.) —JOHN HUME Parting Shots Rs, ROOSEVELT—And now, Mrs. Hoover, you must come and see me some time. energy for money, it'lk land most of The Fellow who Inherited a Million Dollars Just Before our heavyweights in the poorhouse. Money was Abolished. And if we ever start using 15 K Wilij