Just Weird
Hearing Aid for Cat (Oct, 1948)

Hearing Aid for Cat
“Unfortunate” heard for the first time recently when the cat’s owner, Mrs. A. H. Cooper of Fort Worth, Tex., had a hearing aid fitted to the feline. The hearing aid is the latest of a series of steps by Mrs. Cooper to improve the life of the unfortunate cat, which was born deaf, crippled in the hind legs and had no teeth until the age of two. The owner massaged the cat’s gums until the teeth finally came through and had a wheeled support built which enables the cat to scoot around the house.


The Truman one is kinda cute and the De Gaulle one looks like it should be in the Dark Crystal.


Jean Sulpice, Parisian restaurateur, believes that lobsters and people have similar features. These “portraits” seem to prove the artist’s contention.

With a few props (a cigar, glasses and hats) and his lobster shells, the Frenchman created these caricatures of two famous international figures.

ANYONE WHO HAS seen Paris knows about Place Pigalle—and knows that almost anything can be found there. That is why it is no surprise to learn that in the city of artists, one Pigalle restaurateur is an artist who hangs his work from the ceiling. More surprising is his medium—lobster shells!

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Left, no label is needed to identify De Gaulle. Right, not so easy to recognize is the figure of the French president. Vincent Auriol

Fine wire holds the various parts of the figures together in their lifelike poses

Hanging from the ceiling in a somewhat frightening array are scores of examples of the artist’s work in a variety of subjects

“BASH AN APACHE”?!?! (Jun, 1959)

I’m really not sure what this has to do with Apaches, but damn! Spikes and acid?

“BASH AN APACHE” says this Paris cab driver, showing teeth, nail-studded bully, acid squirter he uses on tough customers

In the comments Stannous explains the term Apache. It’s actually much more interesting than the picture:

Not the Indians- French thugs:
By 1874 Paris was swarming with vagabonds. Consisting mostly of juvenile delinquents, these ten thousand or so ruffians would evolve into a new generation of street-fighter, banding into a gang which came to be known as the Apache.
The word “Apache” (pronounced “ah – PAHASH”) is a Parisian term used to describe the French street gangs of the early 1900s. The era’s local newspapers often described the violence perpetrated by these gangs as synonymous with the ferocity of Apache Indians in battle.

The typical French Apache was a young, lower-class, pimp-type vagabond with connections to the underworld. An interesting by-product of this underground culture was “Apache dancing” — a type of “street swing” which simulated actions and movements of urban violence, and actually contained combat techniques particular to the typical Apache’s repertoire. This dance was reportedly so violent that participants sometimes died of injuries sustained from being thrown across bars, onto tables, or after being struck with mistimed blows.

Understandably, this form of dancing was confined to the Apache culture, although for a short time it did attract the attention of the upper class, who came to appreciate a toned-down version which was said to be somewhat similar to the tango.

The Apaches most prominently focused on their own form of street combat however. Crude and unscrupulous, yet highly effective, “French Apache street fighting” emphasised the use of elementary street kicks, hand strikes, head-butts, throws, and an assortment of weapons both standard and improvised which included knuckle dusters, knives, razors, scarves, bodkins,,jackets, hats, the Apache gun and even sheep bones!

Harried Secretary (Apr, 1945)

Can you imagine cooking ham, eggs, toast and coffee at your desk? I once worked with a woman who had a habit of microwaving bacon in our office, that was bad enough for me.

Eggs, Toast, Coffee
can all be made on this one compact utensil, among the first of the promised innovations awaiting the end of the war. After making ham and eggs, you can toast bread by raising the movable grill three inches above the heating unit. It’s a boon for harried secretaries.

Look! It’s Flying Disks Again! (Aug, 1951)

Yes, now you too can cook eggs on a flying disk!

Look! It’s Flying Disks Again!

PARIS has its flying saucer, but it is called “The Magic Plate.” It is a two-pound aluminum disk that floats in air without apparent support.

It moves up and down. It rotates. It lifts an ornate chandelier with bulbs burning continuously as it spins. If such trickery doesn’t prove that the plate is magic, it will fry eggs to a golden brown with nothing between it and the table but air!

Actually, of course, it is no more “magical” than the magic of electricity and the phenomenon of induction.

Below the plate, concealed in the table, are two concentric coils. The inner coil sets up a magnetic field that repels the tray, forcing it into the air. To keep the tray from slipping sideways out of the lifting field, a large outer coil is used. This develops a conical field, tapering toward the top, to keep the plate centered.

A third field makes the disk rotate. Four coils create it. Once the tray starts spinning, it does so for a long period even after the rotation coils are turned off because the drag of friction is almost nonexistent.

The chandelier weighs one pound. Its bulbs are lighted by induced current. The aluminum tray gets hotter than an ordinary electric iron, providing ample heat for egg frying.

What’s it all for? It is strictly a stunt used in Parisian store windows to attract customers and impress them with the magic of electricity.

BARRED — because he couldn’t entertain (Mar, 1933)

Apparently in the 1930’s failure to play an instrument was a punishable offence.

BARRED — because he couldn’t entertain
ARE you, too, ruled out, barred from parties and popularity? You are probably just as attractive, interesting, clever as any one else. Yet others always capture all the good times while you alone are left out in the cold.

Why? Find out why and the bars that shut you out will fade away and disappear. Most people who miss popularity are themselves to blame. Friends would invite you out if only you had something to add to the general gaiety. For that is why we have parties … to entertain each other.

New Device Permits Patient To Administer Gas (Jul, 1938)

Sticking with the theme of nitrous oxide, we have this adorable piece of head-gear.

New Device Permits Patient To Administer Gas
A NEW device makes it possible for a patient to administer gas rather than having it done by the dentist. The patient takes the gas by working a small bulb held in the hand. Thus it is possible to take only as much as necessary for producing a state of analgesia.


Am I the only one who thinks this looks a bit like the Oscar Meyer Weinermobile?


SWEDISH carrot juice maker Sig-vard Berggren built his own Future. That’s the name of his dream car which looks like a wingless plane. He installed a Ford V8 engine in a ’38 Dodge chassis and plans to add a 200-hp mill in the rear, to give the Future a 140-mph-plus speed. That’s a real fast-flying Swede.

FUTURE was built in spare time, looks strikingly like a plane.
FISH EYES are headlights and the huge gills are the air inlets.
BUILDER Berggren, left, with Lennart Josefson. his assistant.
CABIN behind driver’s seat has ample room for table, chairs.

Freak Roadside Stands Attract Patrons (Jun, 1938)

Sweat Band Helps (Handsome) Workers (Oct, 1938)

For some reason this picture reminds me of the “asian” upstairs neighbor in Breakfast at Tiffany’s. Can’t you just see him yelling “Miss a Go Rightry I core a da poreece!”

Sweat Band Helps Workers
A SWEAT band designed for use by workers who wear goggles is said to thoroughly absorb forehead perspiration, preventing clouding of the goggles and keeping the workman’s eyes clear. The band consists of a cellulose pad covered with high-grade absorbent gauze.