Category: The Advertising

I normally only collect old book matches, but this matchbox from The Great American Food and Beverage Co. Conglomeration (A SoCal chain but they had expanded to Seattle’s Lake Union in the 80’s) – It has the, uh, grooviest? Uncle Sam mascot. He looks like something out of “Schoolhouse...

When I was a kid, I earned money by selling Christmas cards, and in the spring, seed packets- I got my inventory from outfits like “Junior Sales Club” who advertised in comic books- this example is from a 1967 issue of Sad Sack*. As you see, if you sold...

This is from a Jensen-Byrd Wholesale hardware catalog from 1951, that my dad had and referred to once in a blue moon. A huge hardback thing that Mr. Drucker would haul out if he didn’t have what you needed in stock. I imagine some guys would buy extra bulbs...

I never know what to get my wife for Christmas. They are pushing those fancy Pelotin exercise bikes on TV as a gift, with some inane zoomer taking 38 selfies before she even gets on the thing. I’m like, Really, I’m to get her an exercise machine for Christmas?...

These “Ripple” shoes probably were fun and different to wear, and maybe changed a person’s gait in a positive way. Years later, say 1970 something, my sister had some oddly wedge shaped heels on her shoes branded “Get There” that made similar claims. I think that Ripple shoes were...

I guess when your head hurts so bad that you can’t even stand the sight of a trademark stamp, you don’t care about side effects, but acetanilid will do a number on your kidneys and liver if you aren’t careful; it’s basically acetaminophen, and here comes the flu pandemic...

Back in the day, apparently you could get into the Saturday Matinee for what? A dollar? Thirty-Five cents? Nope! Just six 7-up bottle caps! You could probably find them in the alley behind Uncle Larry’s house, or ask your big brother who works in a diner! PLUS! A real...

Yes, life can be pleasant when you are holding your skis at something like port arms and someone is bringing bottles of frosty Molson Ale… Unfortunately, the guy at the end in the plaid shirt sees only two bottles, and there are three skiers. It looks like he is...

Years ago, women were so bored out of their skulls that they would flock to a man wearing a “Kiss me in the dark, baby” glow in the dark tie. It didn’t hurt his odds any that they were attending parties where everyone would get drunk and someone would...

I think the lady has been sampling the “Barrel of Fun” assortment....