From the early 1900s through the 1960s and beyond, Saturday Evening Post covers have shown that we are definitely a car nation.
“Women, Auto & Mechanic” by Karl Anderson
These well-dressed ladies from a 1904 cover seem to be in need of a mechanic. Love those tires!
“The Fur Coat” by John Sheridan
This beautiful cover from 1918 was by artist John Sheridan. Magazine covers such as this one gave a glance into a lifestyle most Americans could not otherwise imagine. This issue was full of the ongoing dreadful news of WWI. It also contained a great deal of fiction and a surprising number of car ads, including the ad below for the “Rex” automobile.
“REX Automobile Ad” from January 5,1918
If you love old car ads, see “Have You Heard of These Classic Cars?”
“Caught in the Rain” by Albert W. Hampson
“4 Wheels—No Brakes” is written on top of this jalopy from 1936. Apparently, there is no top, either. Love the facial expressions—clearly the young lady has had better dates.
“Ford V-8 Ad from 1936″
Much nicer than the brakeless heap with no top was the Ford V-8, as shown in this beautiful ad from August 1936.
“Parallel Parking” by Thornton Utz
Post editors asked artist Thornton Utz if the lady behind the wheel on this 1950 cover might be his wife. He recoiled in horror: “Oh no! Don’t say that!” The editors, who loved to tease cover artists, countered with something about women drivers in general. The artist begged that they not say that, either. Whoever the anonymous lady was, she was clearly determined to nab that last parking spot in front of the market.
“Packard Automobile Ad” from April 1, 1950
Among the car ads in that issue was this one for a 1950 Packard Eight Deluxe 135-HP Touring Sedan:
If you want to see some beautiful old Packard ads, see our piece on “Classic Car Ads: The Packard”
“Backup Collision” by Stevan Dohanos
It’s easy enough to see how this could happen. Love the depiction of 1956 suburbia, including the man with the push mower. He seems to be wisely staying out of it. Unless one of the drivers is his wife and he is simply in shock.
“Speeder on the Median” by Richard Sargent
It wouldn’t be so bad if the guy on the mower wasn’t so smug-looking. Oh, who are we kidding? Even without the “Excuse My Dust” smirk on the mower’s face, it is still discouraging to have your zippy roadster—shall we say—“outclipped” by a lawnmower.