Let's save our sanity and skim.
First, I would like to welcome Reading Vintage Vogue's first reader who wandered over from Technorati. Our first Technorati reader also happens to be our first visitor from Pakistan. Many visitors from countries in which I cannot safely be myself are looking for smut, Interesting to see what Google Maps will show - yeah, I look you up sometimes, and I swoop in with Street View and nose around your neighborhoods and see how far you are from Starbucks. Really.
Our Islamabad visitor was 14.7 km from Mocca Coffee, which looks as if is located in a very nice neighborhood. Funny little glimpses of the world one gets doing this. Well - to work:
Ugh - Ladies' Home Journal. I don't give a damn about silverware patterns. As for Chemstrand: One of these is a solid gold stocking. There was one in the October 1959 issue and in the December 2011 issue. Ho hum.
But here's a little refreshment (one YouTube poster has it from 1959):
And from a later date we probably will never reach:
Just think of all the things that had to happen to get us from the first ad to the second. Tracing some of them was one of the original impulses of this blog. And once again, when I am most impatient with the entire thing, something interesting - to me, anyway - turns up.
Probably not so lucky with the next spread:
Nicely chosen page mates again, considering what there was to work with. I am assuming we are in the discount pages.
On the left - more European linen. This time, fabric from Northern Ireland.
On the right: another United States Rubber ad. In October, we had this:
Going back to the last issue, I see I punted. There was just too much about United States Rubber. I kind of like the ad campaign. And again - search the New York Times archives for United States Rubber and advertising and you get more than 10,000 results. TMI. In the boring way.
Next:
Blech. More Ladies' Home Journal, if not worse. I'm keeping this small because the colors are nauseating. Also the juxtaposition of the table lighters and the sweet and sloppy food. I well remember the days when a fancy ash tray was an acceptable present - even for people who didn't smoke. And lighters, too. But lighters you didn't have to wash. We had a lot of great globs of art glass with discreet little ledges for cigarettes. Wonder what happened to them. Always thought they'd be useful as weapons.
According to this ad, there used to be 20 kinds of Cointreau, but I couldn't fine any more information. We've had Cointreau before - check out their website for an extremely enticing macaroon recipe. In 1959, you'd have to write away for a recipe booklet. Well, actually, we are not much ahead of 1959. On the website, there is an enticing photo of a macaroon, but I couldn't find the recipe.
Let's go to the movies!
* For nostalgic WWII vets.
* Tony Curtis excellent as a metro-sexual wolf from the hood; Cary Grant still George Clooney's doppelganger. Gavin MacLeod again and the second husband from Bewitched, who could have played George H. W. Bush as a young man, if ever the need arose.
* Meh.
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