Saturday, December 10, 2016

And I'd completely forgotten . . .


. . . Raleigh cigarettes! They were largely before my time - like this ad from 1942 claiming that Raleighs are more golden. Apparently, the golden color indicates a milder, tastier smoke. Or so say the experts, I guess . . . but wouldn't milder mean less 'tasty'?

Friday, December 09, 2016

But look how young and healthy people were . . .


. . . when they smoked cigarettes way back in the 1930s!

Interesting fact: F. Scott Fitzgerald's favorite cigarette was a Chesterfield.

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Thursday, December 08, 2016

And I can still recall . . .


. . .  how Grandpa loved Pall Mall cigarettes. He smoked them for many, many years - till the habit finally caught up with him. I once told a friend, "Smoking's bad for you. My Grandpa smoked a pack a day all his adult life, and it finally killed him at 87."

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Wednesday, December 07, 2016

And we'll never forget Winfield's . . .


. . . because we never even heard of them in the first place. But we can clearly see what level this ad is working on.

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Tuesday, December 06, 2016

And don't forget L&M . . .


. . . which - if I recall - stand for Low Morals. Like with those two in the ad above - Marlboro Man in his younger, wilder days lighting the fire of a lady in red (as though we wouldn't know what that means)! The two practically state it outright! She says "Low." He says "More." Pidgen English for "Low Morals"!

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Monday, December 05, 2016

And let's not forget Prince Albert roll your owns . . .


I recall that my maternal grandpa rolled his own Prince Alberts for a time when I was young, and someone who knew that called our number and asked me:
"Does your grandfather have Prince Albert in a can?"

"Yes."

"Better let him out ha-ha-ha!"

"Who, me?" I asked, not catching the joke and puzzled at the laughter.

The caller turned serious. "Yeah, you or your grandfather."

"I'd better ask Grandpa. He probably wouldn't want me to empty his tobacco without permission."

Long silence. Then: "Not tobacco. Prince Albert!"

"Prince Albert is tobacco."

"No, I mean the real Prince Albert! The man!"

"Idiot" I said. "You can't put a man into a can that small!"
I hung up the phone and ignored the ringing that immediately followed, and the phone rang and rang and rang and rang and rang and rang . . .

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Sunday, December 04, 2016

And don't forget the Marlborro men . . .


. . . were once little Marlboro babies!

They don't look quite so rugged, independent, and taciturn at this young age . . . but they likely needed a few years' smoking for that sort of transformation to take effect.

They owe it all to their Marlboro moms . . .

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Saturday, December 03, 2016

"You can take Salem out of the country, but . . .


. . . you can't take the country out of Salem!"

Whether in the country or out of it, Salem refreshes your taste . . . if I might splice together two Salem ads.

Here's the country jingle.

I recall the "out of the country" ad especially well because my hometown of Salem, Arkansas had a great basketball team around that time, so when we went to the state tournament, some of our opponent's fans sang that song against us.

And has anyone else noticed that the ad's jingle pauses after "but" - as though the line were: "You can take Salem out of the country butt . . ."

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Friday, December 02, 2016

And the 'honesty' of Lucky Strikes . . .


. . . Luckies are less irritating.

In other words, Lucky Strikes are irritating . . . but they're less irritating, less annoying, less harmful!

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Thursday, December 01, 2016

And people who'd walk a mile . . .


. . . for a Camel, as stated in the image above.

Implying that a Camel cigarette was a mile's worth better than other cigarettes.

But would he go the extra mile?

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