Unicorn Fabulous
Before The Rise Of Red Solo Cup
It’s hard to believe this was nearly 40 years ago. Two score years ago. Red Solo Cups had only just come out and were not yet the popular beverage container you see on late night talk show beer pong tournaments. Mexican dresses, big sunglasses, and scalp-hugging hair were in. The drinking age was 18. And yet, in this bright color, it doesn’t look that long ago at all.
Trump’s Chances Of Winning
Moments Before The Incident
Nelson County Sour Mash
Shown above are just a handful of the one million flood victims needing relief from the devastating floods of 1937.
She’s In Parties
Peek Into A Soldier’s Life WWII
Leathernecks on Guadalcanal use a fallen tree as a makeshift laundromat, scrubbing jungle dirt out of their battle fatigues.
Soldiers rest in the shadow of a marble trophy from Anzio, Italy, donning a regulation tin hat.
An English Red Cross lady offers coffee and donuts to a G.I. and his captain.
Finally in Paris, U.S. infantrymen share an al fresco meal with celebrating townsfolk.
Good To The Last Drop
The menfolk are jamming out in the parlor, the Irish Setter is setting, the rain is falling outside. Isn’t it time for coffee?
Fresh Kill
Pre-Pandora Record Store
Breed Your Own Foghorn Leghorn
These are the last of the salvaged Progressive Farmer ads, and two of the only color ones in the otherwise dull beige magazine. It sure enough does catch the eye. The girl with the twinkle in her eye, the baby chicks, Mom’s head-to-toe modern ensemble–not worn by any farmer’s wife, I can assure you. Here’s the whole thing:
As I don’t often ever come across the word “leghorn” in my daily life, I was reminded of Foghorn Leghorn, the Warner Bros chicken from back in the day.
Also in the magazine, in the same brilliant color, was another ad for raising chicks, with a view of the “brooder room.”
At first I thought indignantly, “Well, it wasn’t cage-free 75 years ago either!” but then I realized you have to provide clean, dry, comfortable quarters for birds throughout the year and not let them roam about to be stolen by wily foxes.
So there you have it, folks: the last of the farming ads of 1939. And remember–chickens were waaaaaay smaller (and healthier) then. See for yourself.
More Ads From The Now Dead 1939 Progressive Farmer
I was able to salvage a few ads from The Progressive Farmer before I chunked it yesterday. These were too cute to pass up.
Those are some nice curves, if I do say so myself. I can almost hear her saying, “Toodles!”
And check out his curves as he arches into fresh running water.
It IS important to have plenty of water in your barnyard and outbuildings.
It’s also important to have the “same refrigeration that a million city folks now enjoy,” according to this ad for a kerosene fridge. What the what? Have you ever heard of such a thing?
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