Light up a cigarette and have some beer, friend: it may be the Depression, but you have a job, and your wife brings you alcohol as soon as you sprawl in the chair. It's always amusing to see people in old ads complaining about their hard days at the office; what did they do, exactly? They worked on the Johnson Contract, of something like that. Or barked into a phone at underlings terrified of going against the boss because they really, really needed this job.

For some reason we think everyone in the 30s was out of work or just hanging around a newspaper office or working their way up the ladder of a criminal syndicate. The idea that guys went to the office and had a grueling day in 1936 - really? Doesn't that require, like, an economy or something?