Monday, December 29, 2008
Monday, December 15, 2008
Modern Woman Monday: A Margaret Sanger Rhyme

Labels: 1940s, ephemera, Modern Woman Mondays, romance, sexist, vintage magazines
Monday, December 1, 2008
Eyelashes Like Fork Tines

In January 1936, True Confessions.
Labels: 1930s, beauty, Modern Woman Mondays, vintage ads, vintage advertising
Monday, November 17, 2008
Like Hover Cars For Kitchens

FOOT PEDALS will operate many of the labor-saving devices which will be ours in the kitchen of tomorrow. Here the housewife prepares vegetables in the future kitchen, while her little daughter has opened a bin which tilts to throw the vegetables forward. By operating the foot pedals for water in the sink, the housewife has her hands free. The splash board back of the sink is self illuminating when raised, and lowers flush with the working bench at right to form a buffet bar.From What's Cooking For Tomorrow's Kitchens, by Joseph Lawren, in Modern Woman, Vol 14, No 5, 1945' photograph from Libby-Owens-Ford's "Kitchen of Tomorrow".
Labels: appliances, kitchen, Modern Woman Mondays, vintage magazines
Monday, November 3, 2008
Sucaryl On This

I look slimmer when I wear my tablecloths too, bitch.
But seriously... Sucaryl ® is Cyclamate, and was banned in the US for cancer. Which sort of begs the question about just what would be the cause of any weight loss.
If you can stand more strange factoids about Sucaryl®, check this info from Wikipedia:
Like many artificial sweeteners, the sweetness of cyclamate was discovered by accident. Michael Sveda was working in the lab on the synthesis of anti-fever medication. He put his cigarette down on the lab bench and when he put it back in his mouth he discovered the sweet taste of cyclamate.Just how do lab rats manage to survive at all?
Ad found in The Dakota Farmer, "Dakota's Own Magazine", April 18, 1959.
Labels: 1950s, food, Modern Woman Mondays, vintage ads, vintage advertising
Monday, October 27, 2008
Rosie The Riveter, More Than A Hill Of Beans

Labels: collecting, cool, dolls, history, Modern Woman Mondays, toys
Monday, September 8, 2008
Modern Woman Monday: What's In Your Fridge?

If you don't see the works with art nudes, create an account at Zazzle, go to 'account settings', and set 'the maturity level' to R.
Labels: altered art, appliances, cool, creepy, humor, Modern Woman Mondays, poster, retro style, weird
Monday, August 25, 2008
Modern Woman Monday: Bra Retardation Is Real People; The Figures Don't Lie

I don't quite know how to do the math... that's 50+ years to add another 37 percent points, times two breasts -- carry the nipple... At this rate, we're gonna have to carry our nipples.
The bottom line is, ladies, we're not getting older & wiser; we're getting older & saggier.
See another Formfit ad, likely from the 40's, boasting the same sad figures to boost lagging sales along with sagging boobs.
Labels: 1950s, fashion, history, Modern Woman Mondays, self-improvement, vintage ads, vintage advertising
Monday, August 4, 2008
Modern Woman Monday: Consumption Information Gives Me The Vapors

First an illustration of the "deformity" of tight lacing of corsets (which I've already disputed -- NWS), then this gem on "consumption":
Consumption is a disease which destroys the substance of the lungs. Like other lung difficulties, it is caused by a want of pure air, a liberal supply of which is the best treatment that can be prescribed for it.*I've always heard consumption and the vapers were catch-alls for undiagnosed illnesses, like cancer, and/or diseases in the minds of fragile women. But in case I am wrong, anyone tried monkey capers for their consumption?
...* If I were seriously ill of consumption, I would live outdoors day and night, except in rainy weather or midwinter; then I would sleep in an unplastered log house. Physic has no nutriment, gaspings for air can not cure you, monkey capers in a gymnasium can not cure you, stimulants can not cure you. What consumptives want is pure air, not physic, plenty of meat and plenty of bread, -- Dr. Marshall Hall.
Labels: antique, books, fashion, history, illustration, medical, Modern Woman Mondays, monkeys, weird
Monday, July 14, 2008
Remember When From 1959

Text reads:
Recognize the smiling lad at right? Frank Sinatra was just one of a New Jersey quartet, the Hoboken Four, when he got his start on the amateur hour of Major Bowes (center) in 1936. From radio Frank turned to singing for the Harry James and Tommy Dorsey bands, then to films. He proved he could act as well as sing. Now past his forty-first birthday, he's still going strong.
Calvert Gostle

Text reads:
Here is a grim idea aborning: That planes could attack as well as scout. These Army officers fired a Lewis machine gun from the air in 1912. I made this photo before the take-off. The tests, at 500 rounds a minute, succeeded. The plance did not shake apart. Even so, early World War I air battles were fought with revolvers.
C. J. Mac Cartee

Text reads:
This stirring scene points a moral, as did almost everything in 1921. It was: Women can master the motorcar. Left, how to caress a radiator cap and get shocked by the ignition. Right. a familiar scene of the day--how to inflate a pneumatic tiree and patch a punctured tube. This was habit-forming.
Ezra Quincy
Labels: history, Modern Woman Mondays, planes, radio, the automobile, vintage magazines
Monday, June 30, 2008
Modern Woman Mondays: Still Not A Suzy Homemaker

The $39.99 price tag removed the possibility.
But still, I am going to have to get one so that one of these days I can fire it up and see how it compares to the Easy-Bake Oven. For science, you know.

Labels: 1960s, childhood, collecting, Modern Woman Mondays, retro, toys
Monday, May 12, 2008
Modern Woman Monday: Get Myself A Girl Like You

Printed on the back, is the following cheeky and charming song:
Little Miss Muffet sat down on a tuffet, whatever a tuffet may be,
When young Sammy Snyder sat down right beside her and spoke unto her soothingly;
Be quite alarmless, for I am quite harmless,
But I saw you were human like me,
So I thought I might sit and look at you a bit,
And this is the answer, said he,
The more of you I see
The more my heart tells me:REFRAIN:
I've got to go and get myself a girl like you,
That's some job to do,
For they come feew, but believe me,
If I can't find one just like you,
I don't care who you belong to,
I'll come right back again,
Right straight back again and steal you.
Little Miss Muffet stood up on her tuffet, and said, Vas is los mit your head,
You're feverish, mercy, run right home to nursie and tell her to put you to bed;
Where can you find sir, a girl of my kind, sir,
If your optics could "op" you would see,
That while boys will be boys and while girls will be girls,
There is only one me, and that's me.
Said he, I guess that's so
But still I guess I'll go.

Labels: antique, ephemera, Modern Woman Mondays, music, vintage
Monday, April 21, 2008
Modern Woman Monday: More Vintage Cookbooks
Serving Up Vintage Recipes: Collecting Cook Books, by Val Ubell.
Labels: books, collecting, kitchen, Modern Woman Mondays, vintage
Monday, March 31, 2008
The Anti-Modern Woman Monday Post

Via Silent Porn Star (NWS).
Labels: Modern Woman Mondays, sexist, vintage
Monday, March 24, 2008
Modern Woman Monday: 1000 Ways To Make Yourself Beautiful

This book will disclose to you the Beauty Secrets of the Movie Stars. You, too, can be "most divinely fair," as irresistible as your favorite Glamour Queen. Imagine the thrill of hearing someone say about you, "Isn't she Glamorous, isn't she lovely!"You can find out more about my obsession with Mariposa in my article at Collectors' Quest. (And I welcome any knowledge you have about her!)
Labels: beauty, books, celebs, ephemera, food, kitchen, Modern Woman Mondays, vintage
Monday, March 3, 2008
Modern Woman Monday: No, You Can't Be An FBI Agent
Although no woman can be an actual "FBI Special Agent," there are some 5,000 of them doing the bulk of the technical and clerical work that helps catch criminals: searching indexes, preparing laboratory reports, and reviewing files.How -- sucky.
Click the pic to read a larger scan of Jobs for Women in the FBI.

Labels: 1950s, careers, Modern Woman Mondays, retro, sexist, vintage magazines
Monday, February 25, 2008
Modern Woman Monday: Accessories

And a spare head.
Just in case modern life should cause you to lose yours.
From the As She Was Flickr Group.
Labels: 1950s, fashion, Modern Woman Mondays
Monday, February 18, 2008
When You Want To Reach The Kids, Use Shakespeare

Teens of Our Times was a regular bit in Good Housekeeping by Helene Wright. This one, titled Love, Life and Lipstick, was from the November 1957 issue and features inspiration on positive attitude and perseverance via Shakespearean bemoaning.
Sure, Helene wasThoughts for Midnight
"Ah. sweet Romeo -- if I'd only been born beautiful! Then I'd try out for the school play. But with those long raven locks and wit violet eyes I don't have, why bother? They probably wouldn't even cast me as Juliet's old nurse!"
"I'll bet you have to be one of the tooth-and-nail gang to get on the Student Council -- sort of a high school Lady Macbeth. I don't know why I ever waste time dreaming about it..."
At least the illustration seems to capture the mopey teen response.
While this Teens of Our Times was illustrated by Jack Potter, others were done by Frances Hook. "Who the heck was Hook?" you say? Find out what you can in this post at Today's Inspiration.
Labels: 1950s, illustration, Modern Woman Mondays, vintage magazines
Monday, February 4, 2008
Socking It To Martha & Other Household Tipsters

Yeah, I know a person could fill up a blog with these 'recycled' tips. And maybe I will. (It all starts with just one page -- mocking is so like potato chips.)
My favorites here are:
Children's pajamas are almost impossible to buy -- especially with the feet attached. As a substitute sew a pair of socks, two sizes larger than the child wears, to the legs of the pajamas.I wasn't around at the end (or any part of) WWII, so I can't vouch for that time, the jammies or the kids, but I have a few ideas on the rarity of jammies with feet. I think there's a reason for that which has nothing to do with the war -- kids hate 'em.
I had to cut the feet off all such pj's or




