Right off the bat, you can tell that this 1953 magazine is committed to the modest Parisian nature. The tagline implies: PRINTED IN (COMMONER’S) ENGLISH FOR YOU (AMERICAN IDIOTS FORTUNATE ENOUGH TO BE) IN PARIS. And don’t get me started on the little Arab genie proffering fruit to her highness in sage.
Inside, you will find a fair and fun article on Tibet, which supplies the worst drink in the world.
I like the use of grocery in quotes. It makes it seem precious, like a toddler’s version of a real legit grocery, where adults make transactions while standing.
Next, you see a woman with a suspension bridge behind her. No, that’s a hat.
The woman “at left” is this one, wearing a starfish on her head:
Here we see a crew of caravaneers eating yak meat, which is forbidden in their religion, but who cares because they’re probably drunk on low-grade brick tea.
You can just picture the disdain of the author dripping off his lips as he says, “Yaks and mules constitute the entire Tibetan transport system.” Why can’t they be civilized like us? Read on to find out.
No sweeping generalizations here. Also, all Tibetan men are Capricorn.
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