It’s a Thanksgiving week, and you know what that means: lots of old Thanksgiving clip art!
Except I don’t have any. Well, let’s go find some.
I remember this stuff as being rather . . . sweet.
It was the wine Grandpa served. He didn't drink wine, except for special occasions. If not this stuff, then Mogen David.
By the way, you have no idea how many liquor ads were in the paper. Some wine, but so much scotch. Most of the brands no longer exist.
You know, this is a distinctly unappealing combo, to me.
Ah, a full page ad.
Corking good! Whatever that means. I know it's a positive term, but it's British, no? Corkhill was one of the local packers, and Dulany was a local frozen-food concern.
BRANDIED HARD SAUCE.
Famous brand, but you never know. The piudding could be stale. On the other hand, it's the era before they put all kinds of stuff in it. On the other hand, I'm sure it had some stuff in it.
Brandied hard sauce, if you don't know - and I didn't - is "a sweet, rich dessert sauce made by creaming or beating butter and sugar with rum (rum butter), brandy (brandy butter), whiskey, sherry (sherry butter), vanilla or other flavourings. It is served cold, often with hot desserts." The wikipedia entry adds that "it is neither liquid nor smooth."
Now let's look at the early 60s. Edisto Farms Dairg! Er, Dairy
"Two top favorites."
Those Ice Cream 'n Cake Rolls were always a disappointment, in my experience. Bland ice cream and cold stale crumbly cake.
The word "pleasure" seems a bit off in the context of the holiday of gratitude.
LIBERAL SAVORY BRIMMING RICH
Where was food the finest in 1919? No serious attempt has been made to answer the question. Wikipedia:
Morrison's Cafeterias was a chain of cafeteria-style restaurants, located in the Southeastern United States with a concentration of locations in Georgia and Florida. Generally found in shopping malls, Morrison's primary competition was Piccadilly Cafeterias.
Oh come on, let Morrison have its time in the sun before you start bringing in the competition.
It was especially popular in Florida, with its high proportion of retirees.
That seems like a judgment. CITATION NEEDED.
They started Ruby Tuesdays, and was eventually purchased . . . by Piccadilly.
Which, to be fair, started out with a great look.
The KRAZY style of commercial illustration has hit the clip-art turkey community. Wacky type, of course.
||Quisling mascot says hooray for the guys who didn't kill me and empty my guts, but bought me this shirt and cap and gave me a job!
Finally, our old friend:
I'm thinking someone really missed the boat by not copyrighting "Gracious Living," because that was used a lot.
This paper is crazy.
I’ve never seen a bifurcated page like this. It’s a whole new paper below the fold.
The time-honored jape against the ineffectual police, with tons of subtext we probably don’t get.
I mean, it’s not news. It’s free-swinging stuff to reel in the guys bored by the staid papers.
In the hearing of the criminal libel suit brought against William Randolph Hearst by William Astor Chanler, after an article connecting his name with the Raymond Hitchcock scandal had appeared in Mr. Hearst's afternoon newspaper, Justice Wyatt, in Special Sessions, yesterday, denied a motion to dismiss, made by ex-Judge Olcott of counsel for Mr. Hearst.
William Astor "Willie" Chanler (June 11, 1867 – March 4, 1934) was an American soldier, explorer, and politician who served as U.S. Representative from New York. He was a son of John Winthrop Chanler. After spending several years exploring East Africa, he embarked on a brief political career. Chanler regarded it as an American obligation to be on the side of the people who fought for their independence, and during his life he participated in rebellions and independence struggles in Cuba, Libya, and Somalia. He provided support for insurgents in Venezuela, Turkey, and China. He maintained an active lifestyle even after losing his right leg in 1915. Late in life, he became a novelist and an outspoken antisemite.
Odd how "antisemite" looks like a career choice.
Well that took a twist. As for the suit:
On October 23, Chanler filed suit and Hearst was arrested, then released on $1000 bail. As Hitchcock's trial progressed, it was revealed that the charges of sexual abuse were fabricated as part of a blackmail scheme. Hearst printed a full retraction and an apology on December 21.
Hitchcock had served time in jail while waiting trial. He died unexpectedly in 1929.
Good Lord, what a mess.
But he was the grandfather of Mr. Vidal. Really.
Gore Vidal stated that his grandfather was an atheist and had a strong misanthropic streak: "He was a genuine populist; but he did not like people very much. He always said no to anyone who wanted government aid." During a speech to the National Press Club on November 4, 1994, Vidal claimed that Thomas Gore had said "If there was any race other than the human race, I'd go join it."
He was . . .
Caleb Powers (February 1, 1869 – July 25, 1932) was a United States representative from Kentucky and the first Secretary of State of Kentucky convicted as an accessory to murder.
Powers was convicted of complicity in the assassination of Governor William Goebel in 1900. The prosecution charged that Powers was the mastermind, having a political opponent killed so that his boss, Governor William S. Taylor, could stay in office. He was sentenced to prison. An appeals court overturned Powers' conviction, though Powers was tried three more times, resulting in two convictions and a hung jury. Governor Augustus E. Willson pardoned Powers in 1908. Powers had served eight years in jail. While in prison, Powers authored the 1905 book My Own Story.
In case you think our current national mood is unprecedented.
The editorial page is rather SCANT, but it does have strongly WORDED thoughts on THINGS.
Finally: a rarity. I’m always happy to come across these. Skygack!
The panel was the work of the fellow who did The Outbursts of Everett True. It was a unique idea: someone from another planet observing the peculiarities of earthlings. It’s better than True, overall.
The rest of the paper is a muckraking populist mess.
Couldn’t compete with Hearst, in the end.
That'll do - see you around! Nervine information awaits. And thanks for the patronage.