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A New Crop of Vintage Illustrations. . .

Fooling around online earlier this afternoon between submitting some online grades, lunch, a homemade latte with The Grand Duchess in the living room, and a walk around the neighborhood.  The result of my efforts?  A slew of old Hart, Schaffner, and Marx ads from the 1940s and '50s.  Not quite as charming as various art deco tinged illustrations from the 1930s and early 40's, but interesting nonetheless.  

Without getting into an argument about the dated nature of these ads, I can confirm that women of all ages still notice a man in a suit and voice their approval.  Even in 2020.  If more men of all ages realized the biology behind all of this, we'd look one hell of a lot better as a society than we do at this point in history.

-- Heinz-Ulrich


  1. Heinz-Ulrich,

    So much has been lost!
    Thanks for this dose of civilization.

    It pleased me to see that you rendered "Hart Schaffner & Marx" as
    Hart, Schaffner, & Marx", with commas, as the company should have been named in the first place.
    Now, the brand name is "Hart Schaffner Marx", with the ampersand having been deleted.
    Perhaps, one day, punctuation will disappear--like other signs of paying attention to details.


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