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I Know What You Did In My Bathroom, Pearl July 17, 2018

Filed under: 1920s,Advertising,Art,Culture,Fun,Funny,History,Humor,Nostalgia,Vintage — kerbey @ 5:04 pm
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Good Housekeeping, March 1925

In the same magazine, you’ll find lovely Dix-Make dresses. No one makes dresses like Dix-Make.

If you’re not in the market for a flat-chested flapper dress, perchance you might like golden circlets of tropical goodness.

And try it on pizza, too!

Sick of cold water? Want hot water every place you can think of? Ask for Descriptive Folder #10.

And how about this? For the cost of my current water bill plus my cable bill, I could have bought an entire house in 1925.

But, Kerbey, you say–I’m not a baller; I’m too poor to pay attention. What could I afford? And to you, I say, how ’bout some clothesline?

It’s a cord to hang your sheets. It’s great until it rains, and then you have to hang it out to dry all over again. I remember because I had to do it in the 80s when all our neighbors had dryers, and my chore was to hang clothes on the line like I was a freaking pioneer. Thankfully, it only rains twice a year in Texas, so it’s not an issue now.

Come back on Hump Day for more fun ads from 1925!

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10 Responses to “I Know What You Did In My Bathroom, Pearl”

  1. OMG about the laundry drying on the line. We used to call that our prairie dryer. When we moved into the suburbs, my mom insisted we get a real dryer. lol.

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  2. But, Kerbey–I’m not a baller! But I did know Pearl’s mom. Her name was Ruth but we just called her Mother of Pearl. :snorf:

    Oh, those pre-fab house prices. Then I thought…what’s $1,200 in 1925 worth today. Well, according to my trusty inflation calculator, it’s just over $17,000 so basically those houses today would be the same price as a modest travel trailer. Good deal then and now. I think I’ll use the clothesline to make a noose and hang myself while reading the California real estate pages.

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    • kerbey Says:

      Mother of Pearl?? NICE one. Speaking of Ruth jokes, I saw comedian Gary Gulman on Friday and he was talking about how ruthless life was, so free of Ruths, not even a Buzzi nor a Bader Ginsburg. Snorf.

      Wow, 17 grand smackaroos, eh? Can’t even buy a new car for that. Heck of a deal. I’d go all out and get the Dutch Colonial. And don’t think my first thoughts of clothesline weren’t Bourdain or Spade-related. Barney Fife’s voice told me to nip that in the bud as too soon. So I’ll just say David Carradine instead. That’s a hanging way in the past…

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      • David Carradine? Yeah, that guy Kung Fu’d himself pretty bad. In a hotel room closet in Bangkok and from there the comments just write themselves. I remember it was quite the scandal back in the day.

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  3. Benson Says:

    I love reading old ads. Not just for the copy and the drawings but for the prices. Sears used to sell house kits. I believe some from the 40’s are still around Indy. What I disliked most about clothes lines was bringing the laundry in during the winter. The clothes did smell nice though.

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  4. M.B. Henry Says:

    Pineapple on pizza… blech. 🙂 My husband loves it though! Must be a love hate thing.

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    • kerbey Says:

      If they are out of everything else out of Pizza Buffet, then I will take a slice of it with Canadian bacon. But it’s not my first choice. Whoever thought of it was clearly drunk.

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  5. 500 bucks and you got a house !

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