Disturbing Ads From Yesteryear (part 4)

Could someone please explain what purpose it would serve to scold an infant? And what is up with that cylophane covered hat? How does it stay on the kid's head? Is it glued there?

Basically, the Marlboro people found some sort of humour in bad parenting; verbally abusing a baby and then subjecting him to noxious tobacco smoke, because Mommy-dearest can't control her temper without Bogarting a filterless coffin nail to calm herself down. Sweet!

Disturbing Ad Campaigns From Yesteryear (part 3, feminine hygiene)

Here we see two feminine hygiene ads from the 1940s. The featured products are from market competitors, yet the management of both companies used eerily similar advertisements.

Evidently, a widespread lack of "feminine freshness" was causing an epidemic of nattily-dressed men leaving their wives. So, along came Zonite and Lysol to rescue the American family.

This begs the question; was the average American male at the time completely ignorant of biology and unable to make a simple caring suggestion to his innocent young wife about a common health concern?

Or perhaps, it was just a convenient excuse to leave for a night out with "the boys". I can't help but notice a striking resemblence between the guys in these ads and the two PJ-clad homo-erotic log ride partners in the ad posted below.

Disturbing Ad Campaigns From Yesteryear (part 2, sausage-squad up the blue-end)

Nothing to see here, folks; just two bachelors goofing off in their PJs, giving each other log rides...Meanwhile, some half-human, half-reindeer creatures are hanging out in the background... Just another typical Christmas. Actually it's more like Norman Rockwell collaborated with Robert Maplethorp to produce this ad for Textron's new line of PJs from their Sodom and Gomorrah collection.

Disturbing Ad Campaigns From Yesteryear

What the hell?

It's Ricky the magic Cancer-Elf tempting all passersby with the medicinal benefits of tar and nicotine.

This ad obviously dates back to the carefree good-old days, prior to child labour laws and surgeon generals' warnings. During this golden age all of the finer hotels employed squads of uniformed children to handout cigarettes in the lobby.

The Last Breakfast

Well, I don't know very much about art, but I know what I like.