Levi’s, I challenge you to prove Pet Psychics are on par with Cancer Research specialists. Or while we’re at it, show me any pet pamperer who doesn’t deserve to get shipped off on B-Ark.
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This week’s entry and free pattern come courtesy of the Internet Archives, that wondrous compendium of every stripe of media. I’ve touted its delightful collection of vintage ‘mental hygiene’ films at the Prelinger Archives and all the classic cartoons available for your viewing pleasure, yet I’d completely neglected their vast print archives. Lucky then that someone pointed out their ENORMOUS collection of The Australian Home Journal filled with knitting patterns, Agony Aunt columns of yesteryear, and page after page of archaic advertising. I’ve excerpted some gems for your viewing pleasure.
Ah, laundry. Literally where the housewife sparkles and shines.
“OM NOM NOM NOM!”
“AAAAHH! NOOOO! MUMMY, HELP!”
The only mystery Betty’s cleared up is who’s going to the Sherlock Holmes Drag Show tonight.
I think by ‘hill-billy’ they mean ‘American Western’, what with all the cowboys and mention of ‘littlest buckaroos’ picking it up. Still, it never hurts to be prepared for the inevitable truck full of irate pitchfork-wielding farmers chasing you down.
Yes, classy, delicious mustard.
Ohh, this changes the tune. Pass the mustard, wink wink nudge nudge, know what I mean?
Immature? Yes. Inappropriate? Certainly. But the day I stop giggling at the archaic use of words with completely different modern meanings is the day I stop giggling at words like ‘titmouse’ and ‘red footed Booby’. IE, never.
Hee hee hee hee hee.
But on a somber note, this man was found wandering the pages of a women’s magazine in the company of an underaged, pajamaed minor he’s exposing to secondhand smoke. If you see him, do not hesitate to alert the authorities.
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