We begin a hundred years ago. Don't add a burden to your digestive system! Give everyone gelatine for dessert instead of pie. And then they will all leave.
This ad gives you suggestions for your Thanksgiving music.
Because we live in an age of wonders, I can, in a matter of seconds, find the first one on the ist - Victor 19479 Lonely Lane.
Wendell Hall:
Hall was known as the Red-haired Music Maker and the Pineapple Picador in his recording heyday of the 1920s and 1930s. In 1923, he released the song "It Ain't Gonna Rain No Mo'," which sold over two million copies in the United States. The song is also considered the first musical hit on radio.
On June 4, 1924, Hall married Marion Martin. The wedding was performed live on the radio, believed to be the first broadcast ceremony in history.
That's not supposed to be Mark Twain but we certainly won't mind if you think it is
Whiskey's only been back for a year but somehown they have the good old aged stuff. Most of the copy is the usual palaver about quality and purity; at the end, a roll call of fallen brands.
The first one, I have to tell you, does not sound all that appetizing.
"Shipping Port" doesn't sound as if it was aimed at the particularly discriminating. I'm confident Wolf Creek boiled the varnish off the table.
1944: The most honest editorial ever.
Elsewhere, a helping hand from our friends at Heinz:
Let's! None of that 1944 Modern Thanksgiving. Big ad:
"Some shot" makes me think of small metal balls in the meat:
The merry tableau:
1954: Yes. Yes, I would go to the Brass Rail for Thanksgiving.
Note the spelling: punkin pie. I mean, that’s what people say, right?
Dads will edge out Moms tomorrow because the kids will be happy to sit on their shoulders.
Small print notes that there will be nine children recently flown out from Behind the IRON CURTAIN, and everyone should cheer loudly for them so they know they’re welcomed. The NYT said some will ride in the first float, and the rest with Santa.
Except here’s the video, and I don’t see any kids.
I wonder who they were and what happened.
1964: Oh my God it’s this guy.
This illustrator was so typical of a 60s style. This is what people should use to invoke the decade, not counter-culture graphics. Also, I hate it. I don’t know why. I’ve just never liked it.
HOLLLLLLLD ON NOW
NOW I KNOW HIS NAME
Einsel.
Her name, rather. It appears this work belongs to Naiad Einsel.
I can't believe I finally found that out! And now we all know!
Today it's 1972.
The counterculture has finally taken control: TAROT CARDS.
Oh for heaven’s sake
Is this what I think it is?
It is. I wonder if there are any available on eBay.
