It must have sucked to be a paparazzi in the days when a “candid” picture required a 14 second exposure. I love title “Wolf Pack” for that picture on page four.
These Are Photos I’ll Always Remember
By Joseph Costa, Chief Photographer, N.Y. Sunday Mirror Magazine, and Chairman of the Board National Press Photographers Association.
A veteran cameraman tells how he takes pictures that spice the headlines.
YOU may recall that sensational case in Ohio in the late ‘Twenties—the trial of Professor James Snook for the love-affair murder of Theora Hix, one of his students. I’ll never forget it, for I learned then that a photograph can sometimes perform a public service. Read the rest of this entry »
Here in 2007 we are spoiled by all of the standard features we get with our cars. You know little things like starting our car with the key instead of doing it Flintstones style. Back in 1949 this was a feature worthy of it’s own ad blurb:
Nerve center of Plymouth convenience is the new ignition key starting. Turn the key — the engine starts!
The car that likes to be compared NEW PLYMOUTH
Yes, it likes to be compared in ACTION, too!
Nerve center of Plymouth convenience is the new ignition key starting. Turn the key — the engine starts! Only Plymouth, in the lowest-priced field, has this feature.
Muscles are huskier. New cylinder head with a compression ratio of 7 to 1 (highest of the leading lowest-priced cars) squeezes more performance from the fuel.
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Yet another one of those weird ads teaching Americans to be good little consumers.
“My eyes are my trademark!”
When you see Eddie Cantor’s famous banjo eyes, you look for comedy, humor, a touch of pathos—a real virtuoso performance.
And when you see a familiar brand name as you shop, you expect an equally outstanding performance — or you don’t buy the product again.
That’s one big advantage about living in a land where you enjoy free choice among many fine products, each identified by its own brand name.
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That is one ugly house of the future. What were they thinking with those slab doors on the third page? “How can I make my house look like a prison?”
A HOUSE OF MAGIC
By Thomas E. Stimson, Jr.
IN JACK FLETCHER’S new home, the windows close themselves whenever the wind blows hard for more than 15 seconds. They close automatically, too, when a rainstorm starts or when the outside temperature drops too low for comfort.
Guests never trip over the wires to a floor lamp in Fletcher’s living room. The floor lamps in this “House of the 21st Century” have no electric cords. Their fluorescent tubes, in fact, could be burned out and still operate perfectly when placed over certain spots on the living-room floor.
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