Category: The Matchbooks

That beloved “Hallmark Holiday”, St. Valentine’s day, is almost upon us. I got roses for Teresa at Costco the other day. Kind of early but…

Here’s another “learn to draw!” matchbook, this one asks you to send in for a free, no obligation “talent test”. Then you can learn to…

Something a bit corny about this matchbook, but I am sure people kept them just to amuse their friends. People were easier to amuse back…

Back when we got paper checks on payday, we would play a poker game similar to this, based on the check’s serial number and amount….

At some point they got rid of this mascot. Let’s face it, he looks clumsy. I think he was supposed to be built like a brick shithouse, but it didn’t translate well.

I know it’s hard to believe, but people used to collect postage stamps, in albums. They would examine the perforations and other details with a magnifying glasses, carefully protecting, classifying, and organizing. They talked in hushed tones.

These half acre lots, even back in the 40’s and 50’s, seem like a good deal, with clean water, fresh air, road access… all for…

Here’s a matchbook advertising Vick’s cough drops. It’s a MATCHBOOK. The person that needs cough drops probably smokes. Why not quit the cancer sticks and nip that cough in the bud?

Why did Campanella and Cardi hire this scrawny, skinny little guy to drive one of their huge industrial cement trucks? Is he somebody’s nephew?

Spanish Matches say “Fosforera Espanola” on the saddle. Literally, “Spanish Matches” or, “Spanish Phosphorus”. Same thing.