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One day event -- party!
Dec. 31st, 2013 04:26 amcactuswren.livejournal.comAnd it's even a New Year party!
In the pre-Roosevelt, pre-New Deal depths of the Great Depression, they're trying to suggest that even in households that have twelve-foot drawing room curtains, grand pianos, fresh flowers in midwinter, and partygoers in boiled shirts and Chanel gowns, Jones Dairy Farm Sausage is good enough to be a special party treat.
(Good Housekeeping, January 1932.)
In the pre-Roosevelt, pre-New Deal depths of the Great Depression, they're trying to suggest that even in households that have twelve-foot drawing room curtains, grand pianos, fresh flowers in midwinter, and partygoers in boiled shirts and Chanel gowns, Jones Dairy Farm Sausage is good enough to be a special party treat.
(Good Housekeeping, January 1932.)
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The snob value of canned pineapple
Aug. 1st, 2013 11:39 pmcactuswren.livejournal.comFound this while searching for regrettable-food ads. It doesn't fit the contest category but I had to post it anyway:
There is so much here. Bear in mind that this is the depths of the Depression: playing on snob value, that at our table we serve only the center slices. I can almost hear her drawl: "Mahhhhvelous, aren't they?" His pencil-thin mustache. A smoking jacket for Christ's sake. Her marcel wave, and her body language, and that silk peignoir. Wine glasses and doilies on the breakfast table.
And the maid, bringing in the coffee with the faint composed smile of someone who's just spit in your fucking center slices.
(Good Housekeeping, December 1933. I wonder if there's any chance of a "Great Depression" tag?)
There is so much here. Bear in mind that this is the depths of the Depression: playing on snob value, that at our table we serve only the center slices. I can almost hear her drawl: "Mahhhhvelous, aren't they?" His pencil-thin mustache. A smoking jacket for Christ's sake. Her marcel wave, and her body language, and that silk peignoir. Wine glasses and doilies on the breakfast table.
And the maid, bringing in the coffee with the faint composed smile of someone who's just spit in your fucking center slices.
(Good Housekeeping, December 1933. I wonder if there's any chance of a "Great Depression" tag?)
Elect Roosevelt ad, 1932
Aug. 4th, 2012 01:51 pmbooksandcheeses.livejournal.com
From the Ames Historical Society. I thought this ad was interesting-- as is the website from which it comes. Click ad for huge version.
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I know that apple sellers were plentiful enough that they became a sort of stereotype of the Depression, but seeing this card is fascinating to me!
I could have sworn there was a "Great Depression" tag. Maybe I need another aspirin.
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