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Ads That I Like: #65


Today's ad is a pearler. Like a lot of advertisements today, it's aimed at the littlies, in this case toothache drops in 1885.

Of course, we're not wasting our time with cloves and the like. No, these drops have a bit more of a kick to 'em. Not only was the medicine likely to dull the pain, but help put the user in a "better" mood, fire them up, enhance their sex drive, facilitate some poor choices regarding personal appearance, destroy their marriages and encourage them to make really, really self-indulgent music involving lengthy guitar solos and synthesized horns.
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EG CameraGirl said…
Hmmm. The times have changed, ;-))
12 November 2008 at 01:08
Stefan Jansson said…
Probably very popular back then.
12 November 2008 at 01:55
Anonymous said…
WoW! Can you believe it?!!?
12 November 2008 at 09:07
Kris McCracken said…
YEGTG, damn FDA!

Steffe, the kids would have loved it.

Ms. Hays, imagine a toddler on cocaine?!?
13 November 2008 at 13:55
Sue said…
We had a kid come to the sick bay today with a toothache and my first thought was..."Damn! I could do with some of those Cocaine Toothache Drops !!!!" But not so much for the kid, but rather for ME!!! hahaha
13 November 2008 at 17:25
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