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This entry was posted on Wednesday, September 2nd, 2020 at 9:56 am and is filed under simple pleasures. You can follow any responses to this entry through the RSS 2.0 feed. Both comments and pings are currently closed.
You can observe a lot by watching.
—Yogi Berra
There are three ways to get something done: 1. Do it yourself. 2. Hire someone to do it. 3. Forbid your kids to do it.
Home sweet home
Bob's sister Hannah
Bob's sister Ada
Bob's brother Otto
Bob's sister Eve
Bob's sister Nan
A baby picture of Bob and his siblings (clockwise from upper left: Otto, Eve, Hannah, Ada, Bob, and Nan)
Bob's childhood home
Bob's mom and dad
Bob in his youth
Bob's cousin Alphonse
Bob's Uncle Ralph and Aunt Edna
Bob's cousin Archibald
Bob's stepbrother Herbie (who really needs to quit smoking)
Bob's cousin Chester
Bob's Great Uncle Norbert and Great Aunt Phyllis
Bob's cousin Saffron (who will do anything for a drink)
Bob's cousin Thorndike
Bob's brother-in-law Vinnie
Bob's cousin Orville, who loves the Green Bay Packers
Bob's nieces Lulu and Bitsy, the biker chicks
Bob's stepsister Eloise, with the twins, Rudy and Trudy
Bob's Uncle Henry and Aunt Rowena
Bob's niece Esmerelda (who likes to live dangerously)
Bob's Great Uncle Arthur up in Saskatchewan
Bob's cousin Louie, the grackle of grumpiness
Miss Screech, Bob's journalism teacher
Bob's nephew Winthrop, who loves sports
Bob's Uncle Seymour and Aunt Bernice
Bob's second cousin Schlomo in Brooklyn
Bob's nephew Baxter
Bob's cousin Darrell
Bob's sister-in-law Delphine, who volunteers at the animal shelter
Percy the Pickpocket, Bob's third cousin once removed (the relative no one likes to talk about... every family has one)
The Bluebird of Happiness™ (no relation to Bob)
A pair of boobies (also no relation to Bob, but included for readers who desire titillation)
Bluebird Bitter™, the beer they named for Bob
LOL Totally not politically correct!
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I *really* liked the Gilbert Atomic Energy Lab. It came with glow-in-the-dark components!!
Good grief, Charlie Brown…
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LOL Yep!
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Oh how far down the abyss we have fallen, that such wonderful artwork of days gone by would be considered SO OFFENSIVE by the cancel culture. What fun it would be to show that Van Heusen tie ad to students in a female studies class at a local university!
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Head would explode.
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Oh my goodness gracious. So many questions. Safe disintegration of radioactive particles? Safe compared to what? Exactly how tiny were women’s hand 60 years ago? How does putting off your evening chores by taking a bath with floating soap make those still-there chores less stressful? Does Little Katie chew her own tobacco? And what humorless, colorless, personality-less ad man was in charge of the Colt Revolver ad campaign?
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Your guess is as good as mine, Tuesday. 🙂
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I did a study in college on subliminal messages in advertising, most often they are sexual and phallic symbols.
I see several here. Alcoa ad is very sexual…
Today’s Bluebird may be R rated! But still haha 😀
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You should see some of the ads I rejected. 🙂
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Ha, I’ll bet! What’s in the minds of those mad ad men!
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Perhaps it’s better not to ask…
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I can open a ketchup bottle! LOL!
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I can if it’s a new bottle. If it’s been around a while and the cap is glued to the bottle with blackened, fossilized ketchup, then all bets are off.
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Good point. Fossilized cat-soup could double as mortar.
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That is a fact.
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I’m wondering how ads of today will look to people who see them in 50 or 100 years. Lots to chuckle about in this batch, BB!
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😀
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In the realm of “can’t do that anymore,” you’ve struck a rich vein!
What man wears a tie to bed, though?
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One that was too tired to get undressed the night before?
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My husband was in the advertising business during its heyday. Today almost everything you’ve shown would offend someone. Now advertisers’ hands are often tied and creativity takes a hike. He always wished he’d kept some of his old ads to show the change in societal norms over time.
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It couldn’t be a very fun business to be in these days, when you’re walking on eggshells all the time for fear of offending someone.
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That’s why he could no longer be in it.
Today we must be extremely sensitive to everyone’s feelings, but when it comes to the really important things, there seems to be no care for feelings at all.
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Ain’t that the truth.
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The Jotter ad brings back memories. My father worked at Parker Pen Company in Janesville, Wisconsin, for 25 years, running a molding machine, He produced thousands of Jotter pen barrels over those years.
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I received one as a gift when I was a teenager — now I know who made it! 🙂
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I love old ads. It seems the older they get the more shocking they become. How times change. —- Suzanne
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How funny to look back!
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