Well, that sounds fine and dandy, but as a person who only puts God-awful stevia into her coffee to prevent sugarbeetes, I can testify that the thought of twice-daily cocoa invites fear.
Although, somehow I can rationalize dark chocolate and Coke and ice cream…
These two ladies keep their eyes peeled for cooler weather (while wearing fabulous hats and dresses) on the kind of day that warrants nickel ice cream. I know it will arrive later this month, the glorious season of fall. But I also know it won’t feel like fall until Halloween. Still, I can see it on the horizon, and what joy that brings!
As I read that aloud, I can hear the man’s voice saying it. I wonder if you hear it, too? That typical 50s voice. “Why, Dick and Jane even give their dog, Spot, sausage and eggs every day, and he’s never felt better!”
I don’t know about you, but when I eat ravioli, I don my Italian sombrero and play a round of Italian music with my maracas.
Actually, it was during this very year of 1955 that Coca-Cola expanded its packaging from the standard 6.5-ounce contour bottle to include 10-, 12- and 26-ounce contour bottles in the U.S., giving consumers packaging options to meet their needs. My need for a Coke would never be 6.5. That’s like going to a Mexican restaurant and eating one chip with salsa.
This pinterest pic is trying to make the point that Coke adds belly fat.
I drink Coke. I have belly fat. But I also have no discipline and an overpowering sweet tooth, coupled with an inability to disobey Sprite Boy (who was only used in Coke ads, and had been discontinued by the time Sprite came on the market in 1961).
So guess what? I’m taking some home today.
Most of the yearbooks I collect have ads in the back. Rarely are they interesting beyond the typeset or logos of the times, but this 1955 Lion’s Lair yearbook shows student at the places of business.
These students tried out the wheelbarrow at Allandale Hardware & Variety.
This Piggly Wiggly image gives insight to mid-century grocery stores before big chains like Wal-Mart and Target served our grocery needs.
Butter Krust was the best bread around; we used to cover our textbooks with Butter Krust advertising sheets.
Isn’t this last one fun? I like how they spell Bubba as “Buba.”
Tossing out old newspapers today, I stumbled on to this choice (and timely) comic. In fact, I did toss the 7/14/1984 Dallas Times Herald into the trash, but not before scanning these ads.
And what about a nearly $1200 Beta Recorder? Bet that was only useful for a few years.
Now this just proves boots have always been expensive.
In another I Don’t Get It moment, we have an ad for Sofa Country, hosting wrestler Kerry Von Erich to sign autographs. WTH?
I’d never heard of him, but evidently he was part of the Von Erich family of professional wrestlers. Here he is with you-know-who.
And lest you think cell phones were invented in this millennium, think again.
Save $400?? Can you imagine what the starting price was?
Yesterday we profiled New York Central railroad advertising, and today we focus on the Union Pacific. Again, these are all WWII era, as evidenced by the optimism above: “After victory…”
Montana shows us stout cows and wide open spaces.
The Nebraska one has an interesting choice of colors for the sky. 
California has ordered groves and fresh citrus. 
What a great ad campaign. I can’t decide which of the four is my favorite. Which do you enjoy?
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