1943 magazine ad for General Mills Cheerioats (later Cheerios)
General Mills’ Cheerioats was invented in 1941. It didn’t long for Quaker Oats to gripe about the name and threaten legal action, so Cheerioats became Cheerios in 1945. Good thing, because autocorrect hates hates hates “Cheerioats”. Continue reading
1974 magazine ad for Vitalis Dry 3
Vitalis Dry 3 is sold in a can that looks like a robot’s penis, but leaves you softer and not as stiff. I’m getting mixed messages here. Continue reading
1946 magazine ad for Worthington Foods
Long before Tofurkeys roamed the earth, meatlessness was already a thing. Back in the 40s, Worthington Foods was there leading the way with vegetarian comestibles, ironic quotation marks and horrible product names indicative of the era. Let’s examine several of them! Continue reading
1973 magazine ad for Imperial Hiram Walker American Whiskey
You’re trying to score with this chick named Zuzu Zither.
She’s learning to play the Appalachian dulcimer.
Thank God for whiskey.
Trivia: The Appalachian dulcimer is also known as the hog fiddle. The more you know. Continue reading
1974 magazine ad for The Guys City Britches
They used to make duds for dudes! Continue reading
Mid-70s magazine ad for Meriton
My parents had an “audio system” similar to this one.
I’m pretty sure dad bought it at JCPenney, or “the Penney store” as he used to say.
I’m not so sure if it was the catalyst for mom hooking up with dad.
Oops. Shouldn’t have imagined that. Continue reading
1946 magazine ad for Kellogg’s Rice Krispies and Variety pack
Well, no wonder the rest of the family has to work so hard at their clearly defined gender roles — Father’s a damned slacker! Continue reading
1974 magazine ad for Curlee Clothing Co.
I wonder how they came up with a name like Curlee? Continue reading
1946 magazine ad for Battle Creek Equipment Company’s Battle Creek Thermophore
Mmm… Moist heat… Continue reading
1974 magazine ad for Yardley
I wonder what sort of magnificently manly scent this stuff had…
Eau de dumpster full of sweaty jock straps?
Crusty sock and whisky barf?
Burning chest hair?
Lumberjack taint scrapings? Continue reading