Medical hiatus no-typing mix…I read and appreciate all comments…Apologies for not being able to respond at the moment.

Tag: Books
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It looks like I was featured on Freshly Pressed, which has brought some new readers to this blog. If you’re new here…welcome! Please relax and stay a while…like this guy (by Michael Pratt):
The cat does not appear to find this hairstyle flattering.

If swimsuits covered 99% of the body with the finest layered long sleeves and trousers…I’d be more like to wear one in public.

By comparison, this classic striped number looks positively scandalous.

Violent beatings are always a great way to sell a product.

Few things go together like guns and Christianity…

…or booze and mornings.
Head of marketing campaign: “Don’t you see? We’re not selling a product, we’re selling a lifestyle!“

Let’s look at happy things now, shall we? Like this laxative-dosed child.

Something tells me the gelatinous fish pie is not going to be the kiddie crowd pleaser this ad implies.

Yes. This is exactly what they do. This…and drool on things.

It’s what all the hipsters are using:

The “Health Belt” does absolute wonders…if you’re a man who happens to be sketched on paper.

What happens when there’s a fight on family portrait day in 1858.

My thoughts originate from a 2″ X 2″ square of brain perpendicular to my eyeballs, in the very center of my forehead.

And if you want to know the depths of a woman’s thoughts, look no further than this handy diagram.

…Well then the whole trip is ruined:

This is a deeply profound message. See it. Feel it. Know it.

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When I first glanced at these ads, I was thrilled because I thought “All right! Ads that extol the inimitable sexiness of a woman who reads! A win for the BRAINS!”
Then I looked closer:
“You can read about the women who are unforgettable, disarming and a not-so-quiet sensation…or you can become one by wearing new MSYTRECE.”D’OH!
Now, it’s rare that I get riled up over vintage sexist advertising because I understand that although abhorrent, that kind of thing did happen…but there are books involved here…BOOKS, I tell you!
If I were less modest, I would reclaim this photoshoot by posing the same way and rewriting the captions to celebrate my fellow intellectual women out there. I dare say one doesn’t need to make a choice between being smart OR sexy. Smart IS sexy.
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The giant radioactive rodent welcomes you to this post. Civilization staggered!

I actually could have made a lot of money this way…

And while we’re on the subject…

Why what a unique cover for a party hosting book. I guess “The New Hostess” sits naked by the fire and cooks the guests to serve on bread.

Careful with that “man-about-town,” Night Club Nurse…

Here’s another pulp gem. I’m assuming “world’s oldest trap” refers to the woman on the left:

If THIS guy hands you a frog in your pudding, you eat it. You eat it and you shut up.

We’ll end on an uplifting note.

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My apologies for the lack of posting yesterday. Some days just don’t allow for blog time!
Space Cat instantly brought giant smiles to my face.

I hope this next one is purely literal (as indicated by cover). If you’re as cool as Space Cat, there is no need for hallucinogens.

A lesson every child should learn.

Yikes, Christian Crusade Publications.

As a hermit, I always make a point to have some wild friends. It makes for good stories.

Now it’s time to get political.

…Although we use the term “beautiful” rather loosely.

As I post these covers, I’d like to thank Carrie and Fritz for peppering my email inbox with fun vintage books this week!








































































