Is That So?
Category: Funny
Joltin’ Joe
I’d never seen this ad before. My new KU magazines are filled with cigarette ads. I’m not on an anti-smoking propaganda campaign here; I’m just sharing the interesting ads.
However, it did contribute to DiMaggio’s demise. DiMaggio, a heavy smoker for much of his adult life, was admitted to Memorial Regional Hospital in Hollywood, Florida, on October 12, 1998, for lung cancer surgery. He returned to his Florida home on January 19, 1999, where he died on March 8. His last words were, “I’ll finally get to see Marilyn.” (wikipedia)
Satin Panties Add Support
Here, the basketball coach explains why this year’s uniforms were shortened, rendering undergarments completely unnecessary, and thus, saving on material during the war effort.
Well, that’s my guess anyway. In addition, should there be an unexpected air raid, the satin reflects any light, enabling team members to lead others out of the building. Follow that sheen!
These two look ready for action. I guess I don’t pay much attention to basketball; I didn’t even realize players wore knee pads. I haven’t watched a game since I had that crush on John Stockton from the Utah Jazz nearly 20 years ago.
The cameraman took some risks to get this shot (or else he was Andre the Giant).
And for those players who weren’t destined to be seven feet tall, there was always room to improve their vertical. Case in point:
Does This Clash With My Pearls?
No, it’s not a snake. Or a mink stole. It’s cute-as-a-button Boots Eckles of San Antonio with a cucumber in 1928–another great shot from Traces of Texas that I had to share. (There must not have been a drought that year…)
Time In A Bottle Or Two
And now, some levity to balance the somber tone from earlier today.
Here, Francine, don’t drop these. If we return them to the drug store, we’ll get one penny per bottle. Barbara, get up off the floor. Pull yourself together.
Listen, you two, they haven’t invented plastic bottles yet, so we need to recycle every one.
You guys, I really appreciate you inviting me to your Dandruff Awareness Club. Hello, my name is Alice, and I have dry scalp. Cheers!
Donald dear, you know how Enfamil formula has DHA, which supports respiratory health and contributes to the development of a healthy immune system? Well, I don’t care about formula. Coke is it. So there.
Hey, fellas, I just heard that Coke carbonation irritates the stomach, causing the body to pull calcium from the blood to use as an antacid, which makes the blood replenish its supply from the bones, giving us osteoarthritis. Bummer, right? Oh, who cares? It’s 1947, and our life expectancy is only 64. Bottoms up! Ha ha ha!
Guess what would make this Coke even better?
Lest Ye Forget
Chin Rest Vs. Chin Rest
Dwight Ruins Every Shot
Jellying At The Hawk
Dopest Sweater of All Time
Penny postcards reveal fall semester grades. Somebody’s taking it a little hard.
Fight ‘Em, Then Light ‘Em
In the fall of 1945, WWII had just ended, and colleges anticipated increased enrollment from students on the G.I. Bill. Soldiers had received free cigarettes while enlisted, so it’s not surprising that the habit remained when they returned home. Tobacco companies had initially targeted the military during WWI through the distribution of cigarettes to servicemen, and by WWII, they were included in rations. The Red Cross even distributed free cigarettes to the troops.
Despite mounting evidence in the 1950s of the adverse health effects of smoking and tobacco use, the military continued to include cigarettes in rations until 1975 (wikipedia). Old habits died hard. This image from the fall of 1945 shows a student lighting up before class.
Swollen enrollment meant swollen ashtrays.
Pipes were popular, as evidenced by students, as well as advertising.
I admit it; I enjoy the smell of pipe smoke. 
Even student protesters paused for a smoke break.
And as we know, sex sells. Hence, the cigarette girl. She was the Coyote Ugly of cigarettes.
In the event that some students may have forgotten their ABCs, this strikingly colorful ad on the back cover of this Jayhawker reminded them. Chesterfield=home runs!
Varga A Little AFreud
As we’ve seen in prior posts like Steve McQueen, universities back in the day would ask celebrity males to objectify judge the female beauties on campus for fun and entertainment. In this 1943 Jayhawker commencement issue, pin-up artist Alberto Varga did the honors.
Chris from the muscleheaded blog should appreciate this. A copy of the letter is included:
And the winner was…Grace McCandless!
I Don't Get It 