Don’t hate the player piano; hate the game.

Magazine ad for The Aeolian Company’s Pianola found in the September 1904 issue of The Review of Reviews
Magazine ad for The Aeolian Company’s Pianola found in the September 1904 issue of The Review of Reviews

Alas, my summer home is also my fall, winter and spring home. 

Aeolian is defined as “relating to or arising from the action of the wind”. If only I had known this word as a child.

The Aeolian Company was once the world’s largest piano supplier, later going out of business in 1985.

A brief history of the pianola, or player piano.

Continue reading

I feel the need for seed. Wait…

I thought I had a chance at this Northrup King Northern Grown Tested Seeds box at Saturday’s North Star Auction, but I’ll skip the middle part of the story and say it ended at $775 and I didn’t even get my hand up. One of the best vintage illustrations and designs I’ve seen, and also one of the best preserved. Magnificent!

Northrup King Northern Grown Tested Seeds box
Northrup King Northern Grown Tested Seeds box
Northrup King Northern Grown Tested Seeds box

Did the Swedish Nightingale sing like the Swedish Chef? We’ll never know.

Victor / Victrola magazine ad found in the February 1916 issue of Country Life in America
Victor / Victrola magazine ad found in the February 1916 issue of Country Life in America

The True Story of P.T. Barnum and Jenny Lind

The hidden history behind Nipper, one of the most famous dogs in the world

Continue reading

The Woods

On a warm summer morning not too long ago, a boy went walking through the woods near his family’s farm. In one of his pockets, he carried a small broken compass, a blue sodalite worry stone given to him by his grandfather, and an unfathomable horror disguised as a coin.

As the boy was passing by a huge and gnarled oak tree, a squirrel fell from above and landed roughly at his feet. The boy stopped and stooped down to make sure it was all right. The squirrel blinked its vermillion eyes and locked its gaze on the boy as it struggled to rise. 

The squirrel rose, then continued to rise until it floated up to eye level with the boy. 

The boy, unafraid, said, “Hello, squirrel.”

The squirrel, still dazed and still floating, shouted “HIBISCUS!” and disappeared into thin air.

The boy shrugged and continued on his way.

The woods soon opened up into a small meadow with a spring-fed brook meandering through it. On one side was the greenest grass the boy had ever seen. The other side was filled with flowers of every imaginable color.

Weaving through the flowers was a yellow and black bat whistling a happy, high-pitched tune. It spotted the boy and flapped toward him. As it got closer, the boy could see the bat’s face and backside were covered in pollen.

The boy, unafraid, said, “Hello, bat.”

The bat sneezed.

Then the bat sneezed again.

“Bless you,” said the boy.

The bat screamed in agony and disappeared into thin air.

The boy decided to walk through the grassy side of the meadow and soon found himself back in the woods.

The woods grew thicker and darker. There was no sound except for the scrunches of the boy’s footsteps as he continued on his journey guided by a force he couldn’t explain. Eventually, he saw a distant glint of light and walked toward it.

As the boy got closer, he could see sunlight squeezing through a break in the forest canopy above, spotlighting a huge stump where once a mighty tree had grown. He walked up to the edge of the stump and stopped. He could now hear a dim hum that grew louder and louder.

Suddenly, at the stump’s center, an object appeared out of thin air. It was a can of new Minute Maid Hibiscus & Honey Lemonade Frozen Concentrate, available now in your grocer’s frozen beverage aisle. 

The boy, unafraid, said, “Hello, refreshment,” and disappeared into thin air.

Requiem

The soles are shot
The canvas torn
They’ve gone to pot
These shoes I’ve worn

They lasted long
And then some more
So this swan song
Has hit the floor

They paid their dues
t’s nighty-night
My Puma shoes
Head toward the light

This is why we can’t have nice things. Oh, wait…

1948 magazine ad for the Van Raalte Company
1948 magazine ad for the Van Raalte Company

I’m assuming this company wasn’t named after Dutch Reformed clergyman Albertus van Raalte, but maybe?

Nope. It’s was Emanuel van Raalte. Oh well.

I tried, but can’t quite make out the artist’s signature. Probably not Walt Disney.

Continue reading

Before there was Netflix and Chill, there was Bartlett’s and Boink.

Magazine ad for Bartlett’s Familiar Quotations found in the July 7, 1972 issue of Life magazine.
Magazine ad for Bartlett’s Familiar Quotations found in the July 7, 1972 issue of Life magazine.

“Do… or do not. There is no try.” — Winston Churchill

John Bartlett’s “Familiar Quotations” was first printed in 1855. It’s still in print (many versions later), but it has also made the leap into the app world.

Continue reading

Fee-fi-fo-fum bear meat’s always yummy-yum!

1953 ad for Sugar Crisp cereal found in a Dell Roy Rogers comic book
1953 ad for Sugar Crisp cereal found in a Dell Roy Rogers comic book

Dandy, Handy and Candy were later replaced by Sugar Bear.

Sugar Crisp is now known as Golden Crisp, because that’s much healthier.

Continue reading

Nothing sucks like Electrolux.

Seen at an auction, an Electrolux Users Manual, the front and back cover seen here.

Continue reading