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Ads that I like #50

It has taken me three weeks to decide on advertisement number 50 in this series. True to form, I have squibbed it and gone for a double feature!



The first is an ad for Sealy mattresses from 1944 that firmly adheres to the adage, sex sells. Here we have a precocious bit of jail bait in a admirable sweater (and even more admirable brassiere) doing her best Meg Ryan impression from When Harry Met Sally in order to entice some overweight, balding and middle-aged man well past his prime into parting with some hard-earned for a mattress that will never see the workout that the sales pitch of little old Lolita here promises.

But you know, Hank, Frank or Charlie shouldn’t feel too bad for missing out on a bit of indecent, immoral (and by the looks of her age) illegal fun. You see, I am sure that I have seen Lolita lurking about someplace else. That’s right; here she is with a few more miles on the clock and the sort of wear and tear that comes with the journey.



Consider that one a near miss!

Comments

Unknown said…
Kris, you are hilarious. I love seeing the ads!
Jim Klenke said…
Your commentary is great. Gives the ads a whole new meaning. LOL.
EG CameraGirl said…
Very funny. ;-) These old ads are wonderful.

Well, truth be told, many of the current ones are hilarious too. Makes one wonder why so many are taken in by them.
Kris McCracken said…
EG, the more old ads that I look at, the more I realise that ad agencies are short of new ideas!

As for the other comments, *blush*.

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