Showing posts with label 1940s. Show all posts
Showing posts with label 1940s. Show all posts

Monday, July 29, 2013

Creepiest movie poster of all time?



I was just perusing Slate's "A Brief History of the Bikini" when this image jumped out and touched me inappropriately:



IMDB provides this plot summary:
Baby photographer Ronnie Jackson, on death row in San Quentin, tells reporters how he got there: taking care of his private-eye neighbor's office, Ronnie is asked by the irresistible Baroness Montay to find the missing Baron. There follow confusing but sinister doings in a gloomy mansion and a private sanatorium, with every plot twist a parody of thriller cliches. What are the villains really after? Can Ronnie beat a framed murder rap?

Sunday, December 23, 2012

The "good old days" when Santa sold smokes


The Guardian reported last October that a new edition of Clement C Moore's 1823 poem A Visit from St. Nicholas, which is widely attributed with popularizing the modern image of Santa Claus, has censored all references to the visitor's pipe:

"The stump of a pipe he held tight in his teeth, 
And the smoke, it encircled his head like a wreath"

Canadian publisher Pamela McColl released the bowdlerized poem through her own company, Grafton and Scratch.

Ms. McColl explains:
"I have edited out a few words and lines that reference Santa smoking and removed the cover illustration of his pipe. The omission of these few words do not change the material intent of the author nor do they infringe on the reader's understanding or enjoyment of this historically-rich story, but by removing these words we may save lives and avoid influencing new smokers," she says. "I think these edits outweigh other considerations. If this text is to survive another 200 years it needs to modernise and reflect today's realities. I want children to celebrate the spirit of giving and to reflect proudly on the holiday traditions that shape their childhood, and the best way to honour Santa and this story is to make him smoke-free."
When my parents were kids, Santa didn't just smoke a pipe. Through the magic of big tobacco advertising, he also enjoyed promoting several brands of cigarettes:


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I'd just like to add that I totally disagree with what Pamela McColl did to the old poem. 

I am also very much anti-smoking, but I am also anti-censorship. Old works are expressions of their time, and they provide an opportunity to talk with kids about why certain things were considered okay in the past, and why they are not now. In my opinion, this helps prepare kids for a world in which "normal" is a constantly moving target. By sheltering them, you only make them believe that the world was always as it is now. And how are they supposed to cope with change then?







Friday, December 7, 2012

Merry Christmas from the American Meat Institute

Via johnwilliamson.com

The American Meat Institute is still around. The ad is undated, but others like it are from the 1940s. At that time, the AMI did not represent poultry processors, so I'll assume this category ad was intended to convince Americans that Christmas ham was superior to turkey for the big dinner.

Ham is festive, ham is gay—ham's in tune with the holiday!

Tuesday, August 21, 2012

Free "Manikins" for your examination


This vintage ad for a home medical journal was on the site Forgotten Bookmarks. It gives the source as  "The Extremities" by Daniel P. Quiring, Ph. D. Published by Lea and Febiger, 1946.

I have a feeling these educational materials ended up being used for different means. Especially if discovered by the household's adolescent boys...

Wednesday, November 30, 2011

Sometimes a cigar just... isn't a cigar at all


BoingBoing posted this hilariously unironic ad from WWII-era America.

Indeed, who is that man with the impressively large cigar? My guess is war profiteer. Although putting "Dramatist" among the high-status professions is curious.


Even curiouser is this funny little visual, which should be co-opted by the anti-circumcision lobby.

...or not O_O


Ah, the good old days...