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Got brownies to bake (not to brag...okay, I'm bragging: I make some killer brownies, and the missus wants some for a work function), and a book to work on, but here's some more from that Feb. '39 BH&G. That's cause I love you so much, you big galoots.
I'm not going to snark too heavily on this, because even dead, Barbara Stanwyck intimidates me. That voice was huskier than mine, and more than likely, she could have beat me like I stole something.
After a quick Googling (it's a guilty pleasure), I discovered that Fraulein Spreckels wasn't really that generic. Although I still have to figure most of the readers didn't know who she was. Maybe the thought of an heiress endorsing something was swanky enough to make people believe there was such a thing as "skin-vitamin," even though there wasn't really a name for it.
I wasn't aware of it, but 1939 must have been the peak of the "skin-vitamin" craze. Must have been like Webkinz or Myspace. And about as silly.
Good grief. Somebody at the skin-vitamin plant must have decided to take over the world or something. Yet another ad, from the same magazine.
Note that Danya wasn't new, it was "new-type." I'm not sure what that means. Maybe I'm not getting enough skin-vitamin.
How long can I keep this Dimaggio-like streak up? Tune in tomorrow and find out.
More stuff from the Feb. '39 BH&G. Also, before too long, we should hit the six-digit marks in hits. W00t! as I'm told the cool kids say.
I do not want to contemplate "naturally careless" grown-ups when the subject is, you know, that kind of paper.
I do like the thought of raising fastidious children, though.
Personally, I've taken to sleeping with a phalanx of porcupines, just so's my skin will stay awake all night. Last thing I need is for my slovenly epidermis to nap through the night and ruin my complexion.
Somehow, I have a problem with the thought of making cooking with gas quite so automatic. Not to disparage clean-burning propane, of course. Nothing wrong with tasting the meat, not the heat.
It sounds like "Mazda Lamps" were for illuminating Mazdas, but I didn't think they made it to America until long after this magazine was printed.
Also, I don't know if I've ever read a sentence more spiffy than "Even bowl licking is simpler in a light conditioned kitchen."
And there's nothing I hate worse than "sluggish seeing." The other night, a light bulb blew in the den, and it was the next day before my slow-moving eyes noticed.
