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Vintage Stetson Hat Ads. . .

























Fun to peruse these old hat ads as we endure our Covid-19 social distancing quarantine.  Working from home ain't all it's cracked up to be, folks.  But that's a conversation for another time.  

Did you spot any movie actors of the era as you looked through these?  If ever we get back out into the world again, I might celebrate by adding a Stetson fedora to the rotation.  Something in a taupe I think.

-- Heinz-Ulrich

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  1. Heinz-Ulrich - These ads are a delight. Please keep posting them. The "Open Road" model always makes me think of Lyndon Johnson, although in the 40s, 50s and 60s I imagine it would have been pretty standard headgear for any serious rancher or other western gent.

    I highly recommend hat wearing, although I don't have any Stetsons. Brooks, Lock & Co., Christys and Dobbs have provided me with most of my fedoras and trilbies. They are practical, providing protection form rain, snow and cold in the winter and, in straw, from sun in the summer. And they look much better with a coat and tie than the ubiquitous baseball cap.

    Hope all continues well with you, her Ladyship and the young master.

    Charlottesville

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  2. Thank you for your kind wishes, Charlottesville. All is well here although I find myself starting to really miss my time on campus and related routine. At the very least because there isn't much reason to don either of my fedoras, or, if the weather here ever warms up, my panama hat. I'll have a look around online and see if I can dig up any vintage Christy's or Dobbs ads next.

    Best Regards,

    Heinz-Ulrich

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