Old Ad of the Week: As Gay as a Schoolgirl

I guess being a woman isn’t tough — well, not too tough — after all!


I read a lot of old newspapers, which means I see a lot of old ads. Some of them are too good to keep to myself.

Source: Chicago Tribune; May 16, 1948

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Old Ad of the Week: Like Magic!

Before they invented installed cigarette lighters, there was this thing, which required you to pull a wire out of the dash.

Did you need that wire? Not as much as you need the Pres-a-Lite!


I read a lot of old newspapers, which means I see a lot of old ads. Some of them are too good to keep to myself.

Source: Chicago Tribune; Nov. 27, 1938

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Old Ad of the Week: Velvety Irresistible Arms

My favorite line: “You feel freer than probably ever before in your life of annoying hair growth.”


I read a lot of old newspapers, which means I see a lot of old ads. Some of them are too good to keep to myself.

Source: The San Francisco Examiner; July 28, 1935

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Old Ad of the Week: A Great Pepper-Upper

“Make whoopie” = Ping pong, piano time with the gang, and lots and lots and lots of tea.

Have you had your SIX cups today?


I read a lot of old newspapers, which means I see a lot of old ads. Some of them are too good to keep to myself.

Source: The Chicago Tribune; Oct. 29, 1939

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Old Ad of the Week: Saturday Night Bather

I read a lot of old newspapers, which means I see a lot of old ads. Some of them are too good to keep to myself.


Source: The Chicago Tribune; Sept. 29, 1935

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Old Ad of the Week: Like a Klondike Lil

I read a lot of old newspapers, which means I see a lot of old ads. Some of them are too good to keep to myself.

Subtext: “Your friends aren’t tramps. I only holler at tramps.” Nice dude.


Source: The Baltimore Sun; Feb. 13, 1938

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Old Ad of the Week: That Wide-Awake Look

I read a lot of old newspapers, which means I see a lot of old ads. Some of them are too good to keep to myself.


Source: The San Francisco Examiner; May 4, 1941

 

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