You’ve probably never heard the name, Jerry Ambler. As you can see in this 1947 ad, he was a bronc-riding star, winning the North American Saddle Bronc title in 1941 and 1946. Born in Alberta, Canada, Ambler became the best of the best. The Canadian Pro Rodeo Hall of Fame Jerry’s asserts that his greatestContinue reading ““It’s Swell To Get Camels Again””
Tag Archives: Cigarettes
Kind Of A Drag
Drag off a cigarette, that is.
No Harsh Adulterants
Five Days Till Nancy Jo’s Resolution Day
Grand Gifts For Smokers
Zoning Out
Three doctors–two young, one old–all engaged in a demo of “a new method of using penicillin” because learning never ends. And that class of ’06 meant 1906, of course. And what we hadn’t learned by the fall of 1946 was that Camel’s catchy T-zone slogan was not exactly accurate. But even if we had knownContinue reading “Zoning Out”
Barb Smugly Noticing That Joan Has Taken Up Smoking Again
just like she knew she would
It’s Raining Cigarettes. Hallelujah.
Not The Marlboro Man I Remember
Who’s THIS guy with the glasses, shelves of books, and a tat on his hand? That’s not The Marlboro Man. The Marlboro Man wears a cowboy hat and has a cigarette dangling out of his mouth. He’s wincing into the sun with crow’s feet and leathered skin but yet ruggedly handsome, despite the huge probabilityContinue reading “Not The Marlboro Man I Remember”
Peace Out
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.
Be Happy–Go Lucky
Ads That Almost Changed My Mind, Part II
If it’s toasted, it can’t be that bad. And what about these couples from a 1929 Camel ad? Don’t they look cozy and warm in the amber glow of a Prohibition-era eatery? If I couldn’t drink, I’d be smoking, too. Enjoy your finery and walking sticks while you got ’em, folks. Nine months ’til Black Tuesday…
I Don't Get It 