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Spend a billion bucks on anti-smoking ads… or just show teens this print ad from 1974.

1974 Salem cigarette magazine ad – back cover

Boom. No more smoking teenagers.

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Is this an instant coffee ad or one of the greatest mysteries of the 20th century?

1955 magazine ad for Nescafé Instant Coffee

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They drove a Chevrolet Bel Air to the picnic, but drove home in a Ford Thunderbird.

1955 magazine ad for Van Camp’s Pork and Beans

With six cans of beans at a picnic for four people, this ad is truly magical.

Another thing that impresses me about this ad is the copywriter managed to avoid using any real sentences. Continue reading

Perhaps you should start out with some nice card tricks instead.

1964 magazine ad for House of a Thousand Mysteries

Great expressions.

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English was different back then.

Frankenstein ad found in a 1964 Outdoor Life magazine

I’m bringing “muffs the scene” back. Continue reading

She goes in and out and in and out and in and out and in and out.

1964 magazine ad for Accordion Corporation of America

What instruments are comparable to accordions? Continue reading

Five bucks says it got stuck in the sand.

1964 magazine ad for Ford Fairlane

I wonder who had to ride in the trunk? Continue reading

This is a man who has set fire to his hat on more than one occasion.

Marlboro magazine ad from 1964

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Don’t be sad — Just spray some of this on your funky hoo-ha!

My generation knew it as “that not-so-fresh feeling”, but back in 1969, it was apparently called “troublesome vaginal odors”.

Nowadays, who knows… Vaginaroma? Pussy pungence? Smelly cat? Good ol’ cooter stench?

Anyhoo, here’s how you can be an attractive, nice-to-be-with girl, thanks to Pristeen!

1969 Pristeen Feminine Hygiene Deodorant Magazine Ad

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The new definition of horror: Vincent Price selling kitchen carpeting for Sears.

This should not be.

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