Oh, you guys, I just hate it when my old magazines get too brittle and crumbly to keep. Such is the case with my February 1939 The Progressive Farmer. So I post this ad from it before it hits the trashcan, and part of it will live forever.
Shine Sweet Freedom
If only I could take the jubilation and energy from this picture and inject it into my bloodstream (assuming a nurse could find a good vein), what a wonderful world this would be.
Is it me, or does this particular nurse have quite a bit of body hair?
Too Much Powdering Your Nose
I love this image. The little collars and cardigans, skirts and mod flips, the coiled phone cord, the more mature, white-nosed woman whose fingers cover the “ic” so that it reads just Panhellen. I like to think that’s her name. Panhellen. Brilliant!
Reese’s Hairpieces
If that isn’t the perkiest, button-nosiest, suspender-wearing little pre-Reese Witherspoon, I don’t know what is. Marie Anderson from Traeder House, your hair was fab-u-lous.
Ray On The Hi-Fi
Sweet Poppa Pigmeat
When you read “pigmeat,” you probably think of bacon–the breakfast meat or Kevin. But today’s funny name is no strip nor link nor patty; today we discover comedian, singer, actor, and dancer Dewey “Pigmeat” Markham (April 18, 1904 – December 13, 1981). And yes, there is “ham” in his last name. Can you ever have too much pork?
Born in North Carolina (a state famous for pulled pork), his nickname came from a stage routine, in which he declared himself to be “Sweet Poppa Pigmeat.”
Incidentally, if you were wondering what his Bacon number was (the degrees of separation from his movie career to Kevin Bacon’s), it’s 3.
Pigmeat began his career in traveling music and burlesque shows, running away from home at the age of just 14. He took up with a white showman referred to as “Mr. Booker” who “came over to us before the show with a can of Stein’s…
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Life Goes For The Jugular
Not only does this 1949 Life article on model Brynn Noring (aka Brynhild Andrea Johnson) dis her “simple outfit” as too pedestrian to help her would-be movie career, but offers a double dis to the diminutive, sphere-shaped fellow waddling in the background.
And who could argue the point? Heels, gloves, long skirt, necklace–it reeks of laziness. Like she threw it on just to go pick up skim milk at Wal-Mart.
And as to the patron of the Fat Men’s Shop, my mind immediately went to Oliver Hardy, pictured here with Stan Laurel.
And hey, you guys, did y’all know that Hardy lost quite a bit of weight at the end of his life? Yup. He went on a crash diet and died of a stroke the following year. Check out this last pic of the twosome.
Double Pork Me
…with smoked ham and bacon!
Tie Me Up, Tie Me Down
So what we got here is a nearly nekkid Indian gymnast, being supervised by the urban turbaned S.S. Dhanorkar. He’s performing a yoga move called “cane mallakhamb,” wherein the subject is lowered in a sling of malacca cane, preferably in front of another nearly nekkid squatting man. It sure puts downward dog into perspective. And mostly reminds me of this:
I Don't Get It 