Thursday, February 25, 2016

Ephemera for Lunch #39:
Young woman and young man


Wife and husband?
Sister and brother?

Today's mystery real photo postcard gives us no clues (that I'm aware of) regarding the relationship between these two young individuals.

If you forced me to hazard a guess, I would say it's a studio portrait of a Mennonite couple on their wedding day. (Maybe it was part of the photographer's package deal, and they didn't have anyone to mail the postcard to.)

The particulars of the AZO stamp box on the back, with two triangle pointing upward and two pointing downward, set the date range for this photograph between 1910 and 1930. There is no writing on the back of the card.

Wednesday, February 24, 2016

"Creepy" would like to you drop that expensive smoking habit

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Here is another intriguing tidbit from that August 1970 issue of Creepy that I featured a few days ago, for the Crawling Hand advertisement.

Long before anti-smoking campaigns were widespread or en vogue, Warren Publishing featured this public-service announcement, in the form of a comic strip, in its magazines. In this case, it appears as a half-page message on the glossy back cover of issue #34.1

So how did they convince young, horror-comic-reading Baby Boomers to put out their butts? In this case, it was by appealing to their wallets, their physical fitness and their love of surfing.

The six-panel strip, by Hall of Fame artist Frank Frazetta, opens with a pair of young smokers admiring a Dave, a formerly "boardless hodad"2 who is now riding the waves with a great surfboard and an attractive girl.

They ask Dave how he paid for his custom surfboard when they barely have enough money to pay for their "smokes."

Dave offers to let them try the board out, but one of them admits that he's "too winded" from smoking to get out on the surfboard.

Which brings Dave to the point, as he stares out of the comic strip at the reader: "You'd do well to quit burning up your pocket money on cigarettes! I did and banked the cash instead ... You're looking at what it got me!"

And then super-buff Dave exits stage left with his gnarly surfboard and bikini-bound girlfriend.

The final panel gives the hard data on the economics of smoking for surfer wannabes:

  • 5 cigarettes a day cost $32 or more a year
  • 10 cigarettes a day cost $64 or more a year
  • 20 cigarettes a day cost $128 or more a year

(These days, of course, you can put a much higher price tag on the cost of smoking. A 2015 study by WalletHub pegged lost/squandered income at more than a million dollars over a lifetime. And this 2012 worksheet lets you see exactly how much you're spending on cigarettes and imagine how that money could be reallocated to other needs. Hint: You can get a lot more than a kickin' surfboard.)

So what spurred this anti-smoking activism within the pages of Creepy magazine? Fortunately, we can let former Warren Publishing founder and president James Warren (1930-present) speak for himself, as he did in a full-page "Editorial to The President of the United States and All the Members of Congress — on behalf of our readers, most of who are from 10 to 18 years old," which appeared in Eerie #29 in September 1970. Here's an excerpt of the full message (which is mostly an anti-war missive) from Warren:
"We are a magazine publishing company that is in business to entertain and enlighten our audience. We don't publish politically-oriented magazines (3 of our titles are comics-format), but we do get involved in the serious issues of our times.

"... Still another involvement for us is the running of our Anti-Cigarette Smoking ad.

"Created at our own expense, this half-page Comics-Format ad "EASY WAY TO A TUFF SURFBOARD!" (written by Archie Goodwin, drawn by Frank Frazetta) has been running in all Warren Magazines for the past 5 summers. It's not the kind of ad you'll see in any other publication in America. It doesn't help sell our magazines, but we run it because we believe the message is important (more important than advertising revenue) — and deserves exposure in our pages."

And, for that sentiment, I think we should say "hats off!" to Warren and the folks behind Creepy's ghouls and goblins, who were decades ahead of the curve in their mission to get America to stop smoking.


Footnotes
1. The other half of the back cover features an advertisement for Conan adventure books, each costing 75¢ or 95¢, from Captain Company.
2. Urban Dictionary says that hodad is a "50's term for a greaser, someone who hung out at the beach, but definitely not a surfer."


Ephemera for Lunch #38:
Young skier atop the mountain


Today's mystery photo features a young skier posing atop the hill that he or she will, presumably, soon be skiing down. The photo is slightly less than 3½ inches wide. As usual, we have no identifying information or date on the front or back. And very few clues within the photo itself.

In addition to the skier, we have a wooden structure and a wooden sign (with nothing on it, unfortunately). Notice also, to the far left, A Person Not Fully Appearing In This Photo.

Beyond that, the skier might be holding a snowball and also appears to have been hit in the torso by a snowball.

Thoughts?

Tuesday, February 23, 2016

Ephemera for Lunch #37:
Toddler in a rocking chair


As we continue with Mystery Photos Week on "Ephemera for Lunch," here's a real photo postcard of a young girl sitting outside in a wicker rocking chair.1

The postcard, never used, dates to between 1924 and 1949 based upon the AZO stamp box on the back, which has four squares and "PLACE STAMP HERE" as the text in the middle. I tend to think this is from the earlier end of that range of years. But that's just a hunch. The reality of the mystery is that this girl, if she's still alive, could be in anywhere from her late 60s to her mid 90s today. And the odds that she reads this blog are about the same as the odds that I'll win Wednesday's Powerball drawing.2

Of course, the reason we have odds is that there's always some chance of something happening. (So, yes, I'm telling you there's a chance, Lloyd. Black swan events do happen.)

All of these things are still technically possible in 2016:

  • Sylvester Stallone could win an Oscar
  • Philadelphia Phillies could win the World Series
  • Vladimir Putin could mail me a postcard
  • Donald Trump could be elected President of the United States
  • Electoral College could end in a 269-269 tie in November
  • Aliens could make contact with the citizens of Earth
  • I could win Powerball
  • The girl on this postcard could contact me at chrisottopa (at) gmail.com

Of those possibilities, the most likely, by far, is Stallone winning an Oscar, and who would have considered that possible 12 months ago? Which is a good lesson in never saying never.

The second most likely from that list is ... well, let's not speak of that, and let's just hope that Putin is stamping his Hello Kitty postcard to me as we speak.

Footnotes
1. Want more real photo postcards? Here's a good place to start.
2. The odds of winning Powerball's grand prize are precisely 1 in 292,201,338.

Sweet little find for your friendly neighborhood ephemera blogger

Always on the lookout for a Bulk Ephemera Bargain, I hit the jackpot (relatively speaking) recently at an antiques store in Columbia, Pennsylvania.

While browsing through old furniture, collectibles, tools, trinkets and more, I came across a box — slightly smaller than, say, the box that held Gwyneth Paltrow's head — filled with hundreds of postcards.

The tag read "Box of PostCards $5.00."

My excited reaction, in pop-culture terms, was a cross between wide-eyed Daffy Duck in the cave of treasures and the Loki "Oh, yes" GIF.

So I snapped that box up faster than you can say "Wow, Chris, could you be more of a loser?"1

I've only been through a fraction of the box so far. There are easily 500 postcards, including a puffin postcard that I gifted to Sarah.2

While most of the cards and from the latter half of the 20th century, there's some really cool stuff in this batch. It's all the more reason I'm hoping to do another Postcard Blogathon in the late winter or early spring. Here's a sampling of some of the cool cards...



Footnotes
1. Speaking of geek loserdom, I was pretty proud of this weekend tweet, too. (And, yes, I know this whole post is wrecking my dating prospects.)

2. Sarah likes Puffin Stuff. Get it? PuffinStuff. GET IT?

Monday, February 22, 2016

Artsy Instagrams of penguins at Lehigh Valley Zoo

Sarah and took advantage of the slightly warm weather yesterday to take a trip to the Lehigh Valley Zoo. We checked out the owls, ravens, a chubby raccoon, a chubby porcupine, camels, an otter, emus, reptiles, goats and more.

And we spent a lot of time with the African penguins, who were fed while we were there.

Here are some Instagram snapshots of the little waddlers. (The third photo is the only #nofilter photo.)




Ephemera for Lunch #36:
A woman and an elephant

This week's "Ephemera for Lunch" theme will be the ever-popular category of Mystery Photos...


This is a found photo with absolutely no helpful information. There's nary a word or a date stamp on the front or back.

So all we know if that it's a woman standing and smiling in front of what might or might not be a real, living elephant. At first glance, I thought the elephant was real and that this snapshot was taken at a zoo. Now I'm not so sure.

If it's a statue or sculpture, that might make this location a little easier to identify, as the world can't have too many lifelike elephant sculptures, right?

Please share your thoughts on this pressing issue in the comments.

And what do we think about the style of the woman's clothing? Late 1960s? Early 1970s?

By the way, I believe this is the first Papergreat Pachyderm Post since the sad tale of Dondi in June 2011.

Sunday, February 21, 2016

Your own Thing: "The Crawling Hand" from Captain Company


For those times when you could use an extra hand...

This advertisement is featured in the August 1970 issue of Creepy, a magazine from Warren Publishing1 that featured serialized horror comics. (It was published as a newsstand magazine to skirt the oversight of the Comics Code Authority.)

This ad certainly fits in with the magazine's horror theme. The hand cost $4.95, plus 50 cents shipping, which is the equivalent of about $34 today. It was sold by Captain Company, based in New York City, which also hawked 8 mm film for such titles as The Blob, War of the Colossal Beast and It Came from Outer Space in the full-page ad.

The copy states:
"TURN ON the switch the watch! THE HAND comes to life! THE FINGERS flex as the hand starts to walk across the room. The large ring on the third finger sheds a light of erie [sic] horror over the room. The silent life-like plastic hand, made of latex rubber with a bandaged wrist, stalks across the room and only YOU know where it came from."

I discovered a relevant forum that was started in 2007 on the The Classic Horror Film Board. The original poster asks: "So, what cool stuff did you order through Captain Company, out of the old Warren magazines? I got many of the Warren back issues, some great iron-on transfers, books, posters, too many things to name. And, do you still have any of that stuff?"

The first response, and the best one for our discussion, states:
"The one and only item I ever ordered from Captain Company was a doozy — the disembodied 'crawling' hand, complete with jeweled ring! I'd looked at that thing many, many times in the mags and finally begged my folks to buy me one. I wasn't disappointed! It came in a box, was a mechanized wonder with a battery compartment in the bloody stump of a wrist, and actually crawled across the floor when you flicked a hidden switch. Granted, it made a whirring sound, but hey, this was 1969! The outside of the hand was a kind of flesh-colored rubber that eventually deteriorated with age. Somewhere, I still have the skeletal structure!"

You should check out the forum for the other responses and also to see a vintage photo of The Crawling Hand packaging.

Footnote
1. Warren Publishing was perhaps best-known for Famous Monsters of Filmland magazine.