With the 1950s
Farm Journal, you were guaranteed plenty of corn-- and not all of it on the cob, either. Nope, there were bushels of it in every page of ads.
So lend me your ears, my friends, and we'll take a look back at the crazy, kooky, corny ads of April 1953. Here's hoping you'll find it crisp, fresh, sweet-- and easy to digest!
First, actor Tyrone Power gets personal...
He tells us why he changed to Camels cigarettes-- and why
you should, too. And he's
determined to do it in a way that's bound to capture your heart.
So... how do you feel about
cowboys, ladies?....
Tyrone is thinking the Maverick look might be just the thing to catch your eye and change your mind about Camels. Doesn't the rakish tilt of his Stetson make your knees quiver and make you want to reach for a Camels cigarette?...
What, you don't smoke and you say studies have shown smoking causes cancer? You say you'd sooner kiss
Tyrone Power's horse than old Ciggy Breath here?
Oh. Um...
Well, then how about his wealthy playboy look?...
After all, what woman could resist a man in a burgundy velvet smoking jacket and bowtie?... How sensuous... how daring... how...
Mild-tasting.
Hm... That's not working for you, either, huh? Well, then
this. This is
sure to grab you...
He's posing seductively on his desk for you, ladies. With his open collar and blindingly-busy houndstooth blazer... Do you not see him there, enjoying the pleasure of Camels? Waiting for
you?
A no-go, hm? Disappointing.
But maybe this fellow is more your type...
This is an excerpt from the original "Walk Like an Egyptian" music video. Did you know that song was recorded well before the Bangles did it in the 80s? Yes, yes, it was.
In this case, it was performed by "John Deere and the Ploughsmen." A minor hit for them, which got up a bit of a dance craze for two weeks in 1953.
But then that darned Chubby Checker came along with The Twist, and that was it. No more posing like ancient hieroglyphs. No more outbreaks of impromptu dancing at showings of Karloff's "The Mummy."
The end of an era, really. That's why we're fortunate to have captured this little slice of history here.
And speaking of history... unnaturally hip, wise, and communicative babies didn't just begin with eTrade Superbowl Commercials... Not at all! Just check out this little tyke for Colgate dental cream...
Ah, Mom and Dad are arguing again, but what about?
Yes, when you love a man, it's easier to fight him than them tell him he stinks. I believe Aristotle came up with that little nugget of philosophy.
But the grievance finally has been aired. So Dick goes to see his dentist about his bad breath problem, and the dentist tells him, "Yes, Dick, your wife is right. You have some of the
worst breath I've ever experienced in my 30 year career of dentistry...
"In fact, I've been fighting with you
myself these last three visits because I was unwilling to bring up the topic of your putrid breath. Didn't you notice how frosty I was to you when you came in? And how I made snarky comments about your car, neighborhood and family dog?"
Dick
had been wondering why he'd been having arguments with his dentist, secretary, mailman and elevator operator these last three years.
It was suddenly all coming together in his mind. He'd better get some Colgate Dental Cream, fast!
Yep, no more of that blah-blah-blah from the little wifey. No more jabs about his Olds, tract home and retriever from the dentist, the elevator operator, and the secretary. "Peace and quiet reign supreme, since I use Colgate Dental Cream."
And you'll
need Colgate Dental Cream after you dig into this meal!...
Ah, where to start.... where to start? Well, the beige tiki-mask there on the right isn't actually a tribute to any South Pacific deities... Nope! It's a Mustard Mold with Cabbage Slaw!
The magazine tells us:
"A 'chop-chop' salad of this kind goes best with a meat or main dish that has definite form: roast chicken, ham loaf or sliced corn beef!"
Just combine eggs, gelatin, French dressing, heavy cream, peanuts, cole slaw and pimiento! Mmmm.
And I know you're
just dying to find out what those oozing pustules are on the left, aren't you? Well, they're "Frozen salads in Orange Shells." Just use fruit cocktail, mayo, cream cheese, vinegar, mustard, and heavy cream.
Mustard goes with everything in the 50s!
Now after you've had dinner, and dripped mustard gelatin all over the front of your shirt, you might need to do a little laundry. And has Tide got you covered!...
In fact, Tide is
so exciting, you'll apparently break into a dance routine. Not the 50s "Walk Like an Egyptian" because that is
SO two weeks ago... But a perhaps a free-form Degas can-can dancer-inspired number of your own.
"When science brought you Tide, it gave you the greatest cleaning power the world has ever known... a cleaning power that got clothes cleaner than any other washing product you had ever used! Till Tide came along, you never had it so clean!"
Yes, a Tide of enthusiasm has broken over the household. Will washing clothes
ever be the same?Thankfully, once we come down off the high Tide, we can focus a little better. Like on Grandmotherly Wisdom and Unsubtle Product Placement...
"Did you ever stop to think that we'll most likely never meet up with anyone else who'll give us as much trouble as ourselves?" Grandma asks.
We ponder it a moment. We nod. Ah... yes... how true! Except for cousin Elmer who owes us $500 and keeps calling to be bailed out, we ackowledge the verity of this homespun philosophy.
So then, disarmed, the ad decides to hit us with the
real purpose of "Grandma's Sayings."
"I may be a grandma in years, but when it comes to cookin' I'm completely modern. Yessir! I allus use Nu-Maid, the modern yellow margarine. Nu-Maid is modern in taste-- so pure and sweet: modern in texture-- so smooth spreadin'. Suits me fine!
Out of nowhere has come this
Aunt Jenny-styled folksy grandma telling us, not little proverbs, but getting all chatty about her margarine! Ah, well... Grandma's old. She's hard to keep on-topic these days, I guess.
So we forgive and read on...
"Strikes me the folks that keep recallin' how far a dollar used to go forget to what lengths they used to have to go to get one."
Again we nod. True dat. Very true. Thank you, Grandma, for that great reminder not to live in the past.
And then we get hit with the next one...
"Talkin' about the 'new look' brings to mind the new package for Nu-Maid Margarine..."
And we see Grandma has a dire margarine fixation.
Perhaps she is using margarine to distract herself from the pain of being flat-chested!...
But now, with the Inflation Bra from Formfit, Grandma will have the "natural, rounded 'Under-Look'" she wants...
As long as natural and rounded means "pointier than a highway roadcone," of course.
Well, I'd like to thank you all for visiting me today, and I hope you enjoyed your trip back to the 50s.
I'd also like to thank all the folks who have subscribed, or who have chosen to "Follow" this blog through Blogger. I know we're all busy these days trying to make ends meet, and I really appreciate that you care to spend some of your limited time here at
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And if you must be off, then I wish you a great week and hope to see you next Sunday for more thrifty, thrifted goodness.
Ah, baseball... America's favorite past-time! And what says outdoor warm-weather sporting more than great heaping yards of non-breathable polyester fabric?
What do you mean, "that's not regulation"? See, it's gold, and she's got her catcher's glove there in her right hand!
Unfortunately, no one told her you were supposed to eat it.
"Oh, say, can you... Do that to me one more time!" she sings.
No, seriously, lady, go!... go!... You need every second you have to run around the bases in those completely impractical flip-flops.
The heels are hell in the dirt, but the pleats just look so flirty as she spits her tobacco.
Anyone who's ever seen a film where characters walk out to do battle in slo-mo knows those folks are always on the winning side.
It would have been a high ball, if she hadn't been crouching at the time.
No... really!...
I'm as surprised as you are, lady.
