Ozarks, 1972. Come for the fun; stay for the gigantic cat-eyed fangfish.
This ad comes from a thick compendium of Missouri delights: the Lake of the Ozark Resort Annual. I present it not to rib the fine citizens of the region - although that will be done with cruel glee, of course - but to point out how unbelievably ugly things were in the early 70s, and how all forms of nostalgia for that decade can be empirically proven to be mistaken.
Let’s take a look.