Once upon a time, magazines filled a need for entertainment, information, how-to instructions, aesthetics, and even community. Just for one example of many, I have a 1936 Good Housekeeping magazine. It's a hefty publication, put together in such a way that it is still a joy to behold all these decades later. It puts me in mind of living in Oklahoma, where my friends called magazines "books." It always struck me as a strange thing, since books are permanent, and magazines are disposable. But that really shouldn't be the case, and it wasn't always.
This magazine is from my collection (thank goodness others saw these treasures as permanent!):