Amidst the usual dreck I make fun of, I present a completely different type of subject. To wit, scans from the April 1932 issue of Judge magazine that I snagged at the Crestwood Antique Mall, here in Birmingham. The mall is a delightedly jumbled-up place that would cause obsessive-compulsives to spontaneously combust, but which can deliver some primo, and cheap, goods to those willing to get their hands dirty, and to snort a little mustiness.
I had never before heard of Judge, but some Googling turned up several mentions of it, most of which said that it was a less-successful rival to Puck. (The magazine, not the spiky-haired "Real World" contestant.)
The humor is dated, of course, some more than others, but it's (to me, at least) a fascinating look at a fascinatingly bad time. The fact that a humor magazine managed to stay in business, however tenuously, during the Depression just blows me away.
I'll warn you that some of the pictures are more than a little crooked. I really didn't want to take this magazine apart, like I do with most of my victims, so I did the best I could. And as I've said before, you really see how crooked some magazines are cut when you go to scanning them on right-angled flatbed scanners.
Enjoy.










