A pressed paper or cardboard log cabin with “Indians” that pop-up from around corners and doorways that good little boys were supposed to shoot at to improve their aim, I guess. My inner little girl was fascinated by this sort of paper doll house for boys; violent (and rather racist), yes — but with moving parts!
Photo snapped at an auction; I know nothing else about it. I you do, please share!
Another one of those “prize winning household hints” from that 1940s Hint Hunt booklet: “Give cod liver oil while the baby is taking a bath and you will avoid staining clothes!”
No word on how to avoid staining the bathtub.
Spotted at an auction at Villiard’s this weekend, a MOTU transistor radio with He-Man on one side…
Skeletor on the other.
I don’t know how much it sold for; not only was it in a box with several other retro transistors, but there were multiple auction rings going on and I missed seeing it actually sell.
She finally got to the show, finally got a photo of her in her pretty hat published, and there Ethel is – blowing her nose. …Looks like Johnny’s eating a booger too. Oh, everyone was so proud.
This is the back cover of “367 prize winning household hints” from The Armour Radio Show Hint Hunt, a booklet from the daily CBS radio show. (Some tips are better than others — or at least the prizes awarded would be different.)
According to the booklet, which looks to be from the 1940s, there was to be a series of Hint Hunt booklets; however, this is the only booklet I’ve seen, the dirty rotten liars.
Perhaps it’s because years of leafing through vintage magazines has left me rather immune to (at least the original) shock of seeing babies sucking on pipes and nursing from other tobacco sources (well, that and the knowledge that kids with tobacco is prevalent in other places) that I’m struck more by the second image…
Taken only in 1986, it’s difficult to recall a world in which such photos — taken in as film and processed, yet — would not result in a visit from child protective services.
Photos found via adski kafeteri at LJ.
So give him the un-cola.
That’s Richard Shufflebottom throwing knives at his grandson Garry at a Yorkshire fairground. If Garry’s mom, Florence, seems too happy to watch, it’s because Richard’s her father; so heaven only knows what her childhood was like. (Photo via National Fairground Archive.)
See? There really is a long history of blaming the dog. Even if the dog’s a toy.
Antique postcard from Primecardmike. Previous Urine For A Treat posts.
She knew a moving target would help improve his skills, but, well, Timmy was only learning… Did she have to stand so close? And why wasn’t Timmy’s dad holding the target himself, or helping Timmy aim, rather than aiming the camera?
