Last Call: Movieland Wax Museum

A Flickr tour of the Movieland Wax Museum taken on the attraction's final weekend.

The DECCA Navigator

Inside that 1961 BEA "About Your Flight" Booklet.

Now I Know Why They're Called Go-Go Boots

The Sands Hotel First Annual Domino Tournament

It was held the weekend of April 28-30, 1967. I know -- not because I went to the tournament; I'm not that kind of loser. I know because I have the brochure, complete with registration card. Yup, I'm that kind of loser.



Want it? Make me an offer.

Where Did The National Enquirer Go In 1978?

Sure, I've been mocking the 1979 National Enquirer bits, but have I ever really considered just how far the National Enquirer has gone? No, I don't mean the depths of hell, the limits of decency -- I mean on the map.



All for me!

Oh, the quality reporting! Logging 1,183,338 miles, they went to London to cover the world's first test tube baby and even went to Guyana twice in '78 to cover the Jamestown suicides.

And don't you go thinking they just sent 'reporters' to Alaska to gather information about "secret Soviet psychic research" -- they went to Moscow too.

Your Seat Is Not A Flotation Device

A page in the 1961 BEA "About Your Flight" booklet, illustrating how to use your life jacket -- stowed under your seat.

"The Practical Self May Try To Hold You Back"

That's what it says inside this retro brochure for the Movieland Wax Museum. "But," it continues, "let yourself go and time and time again, on every set at Movieland, you'll re-live the most dramatic moments of the screen."



It also says you might find yourself walking among the living stars, as they "regularly visit" the museum. Those who do so, are awarded their own special director's chair (with their own name!) upon their first visit.



I didn't scan the whole thing; but enjoy the pages I did. Or not. It might be creepy even in digital pixels.



Also from my travel and tourism collection; see something you like there, let me know, and maybe I'll scan &/or provide additional details.

Kitschy Kitschy Coo Flashback

Still looking for plaster teepees; here's why.

Kitsch Is, After All, About Bad Taste... So Urine For A Treat

The Dutch has Heineken, St. Pauli's got its girl, but Brussels has their Manneken Boy -- and travelers apparently like to bring him home and make him dispense drinks.



While we still don't want to grab any coins out of it, the fountain makes more sense than the idea of recycled booze -- but, hey, Brussels doesn't sell itself like Vegas. So what happens in Brussels, comes back from Brussels.

All of this makes us wonder about the souvenir trinkets from Leaning Tower of Pisa.

Decalomania

"Decalomania" sounds like a psychological problem of some sort, but it's actually why so many antique cards have kitschy stickers in the windows. Started as a method for unremovable postage stamps, they proved better off used to stick pictures to the insides of car windows.