cigarettes, Marlboro was the overwhelming choice, in
the box of course. We all wanted to be the Marlboro
Man.
They say the ad campaign for the Marlboro Man, that
started in 1954, was the most brilliant and successful
of all time. It branded Marlboro overnight as the man's
cigarette. If you're too young to remember those TV
ads, they were really something. The lone cowboy,
hard core he-man, and his ever present cigarette.
They used actors until 1968 when they found the
quintessential 'real cowboy', the man in the pic
below, working on a cattle ranch in MT. He was
the face of Marlboro for 20 years.
Thankfully I out grew that and never smoked.
If your not from New England area you might not know of Moxie.
Quote: HunterhillI remember those commercials I thought the cowboy was the coolest guy around,and for one summer started dressing like a cowboy.
When you're 14 and looking for a role model, those
commercials made a huge impression. I smoked a
little in the 60's I felt 8' tall when I smoked a Marlboro.
Light a small bonfire, drink and dream....and later under the blanket with my girl........Ohh, those were the days.
(these days you'd get arrested if you "light up" on the beach.)
And of course the Marlboro box beats the softpack. That way it doesn't smash when we put it in our socks trying to sneak it in the house when we were 15 years old.
Winston and Pall Mall were our favorites. Remember that if someone smoked Camels they were "hard core"!!
And on occassion one of the neighborhood girls would come into the hut. (!)
We'd smoke & drink hard stuff when somebody would steal a bottle out of their house.
Poker and kitty whist.... and rank one another out forever....and plan tommorows fun....
it was almost party time all the time.
Gee.
Quote: HunterhillAnyone ever drink Moxie?My father would buy it because it was the only soda he could keep without us kids drinking it.It took me along time but now I actually like it.
If your not from New England area you might not know of Moxie.
I remember it well. In New England, soda was called tonic and still is by many.
Quote: EvenBobIn the 60's, behind the gym where all the boys smoked
cigarettes, Marlboro was the overwhelming choice, in
the box of course. We all wanted to be the Marlboro
Man.
They say the ad campaign for the Marlboro Man, that
started in 1954, was the most brilliant and successful
of all time. It branded Marlboro overnight as the man's
cigarette. If you're too young to remember those TV
ads, they were really something. The lone cowboy,
hard core he-man, and his ever present cigarette.
Amazingly Marlboro was conceived and first marketed as a woman's cigarette. The brown filter hid lipstick. I never smoked, but in HS Marlboro had about a 95% market share among the yutes at my school, with a Winston holdout or two.
Interestingly, when I ordered cigarettes the box was much disliked. Made for working-men so their smokes would not get crushed, the box snipped off about one drag from the cig and people hated that. I had so many in the box that just didn't move that I had to eventually "misorder" so we would run out on sunday afternoon and smokers would take it as their second choice. I had near half a case I was tired of hauling back and forth from the storeroom. It worked, and the remaining 6 cartons lasted MONTHS.
Quote: AZDuffmanbut in HS Marlboro had about a 95% market share among the yutes at my school, with a Winston holdout or two.
Clint Eastwood's spaghetti westerns were all the rage in
the mid 60's and he always had one of those thin little
cigars in his mouth. When we'd ride around on Friday
night drinking beer and throwing the empty bottles at
stop signs, we'd all be smoking those little cigars and
pretend were as cool and the man with no name.
Tuco: You became a priest because you were too much of a coward to do what I do.
Quote: AZDuffmanAmazingly Marlboro was conceived and first marketed as a woman's cigarette. The brown filter hid lipstick. I never smoked, but in HS Marlboro had about a 95% market share among the yutes at my school, with a Winston holdout or two.
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You've come a long way, baby. Virginia Slims.
When I was in about jr high, an older friend picked up (possibly stole) some chewing tobacco. On the walk home he tried it for awhile. The result was impressive. He hurled in the street and the stomach acid actually left a permanent stain on the street that you could see for months. (at least I assume that was the reason it stained so well)
mid to late 60's? 1300cc engines, they couldn't get out
of their own way. Small, slow, ugly. Who knew the
giant they would become. Never had one, but I had two
Honda cycles. A 1965 305cc, and a 1973 750. They were
great dependable rides, had a lot of fun with them.
This is the '65 305:
We had 2 street "strips" that were perfect for 1/4 mile dragging. The police were not that bad on us-- they would stop us from dragging but few arrests or chases. Only if we defied them after they came thru with lights on did they go after anyone.
The "strips" had no side streets and lots of road to spare to slow down. Really was no threat to anyone BUT the 2 racing.
Saturday Nights the crowds would form at the start line/light and enjoy the show! (There was a Bowling ally & Billiards just down from the start line) There were some really hot cars too. It seemed everyone owned one. You could smell the smoke of burning tires a mile away.
It was good in those days ....This could never happen today. No way.
Quote: scire
We had 2 street "strips" that were perfect for 1/4 mile dragging. .
Yup, we had that too. The cops let us alone because they did
the same thing when they were young. Its amazing what they
let us get away with. You're right, you would never see that
now.
Rode with a group for a while lots of good times--- had a couple of bad dumps too on the Sportster messing around.
I think you miss what The US once was as I do. Oh, we had our things we had to watch out for sure back then-- BUT at least then you knew where the trouble might come from....today...you have to do 4-5 tours in mid east and then come back and worry about a sixth (my cousin)
thanks for the reply...I sense I've lost a few "friends" around here.
Boy, I do.
I was 16, my family rented a house at the Jersey shore for a week; I'd found a party.
Drinking wine, someone passed around some foil with strawberry powder on it; I was told to wet my finger and taste it.
It tasted good, so I did it several more times: I had no idea what it was, other than tasty.
Heh heh ... strawberry mescaline ...
Whoa ... a wild and wonderful night, all except rolling in about 3 AM, parents awake trying to talk to me, me in the throes of a monster mescaline trip.
Ah, youth ... those were the daze ...
All boozed up and smoke up and off to wild drunken happy hours.
This place we went to was so crowded that we used to p**s at the bar on the wall/floor --gross-- I know but thats what you had to do. There was beer and booze on the floor anyway. Otherwise it was 15 minutes fighting the crowd while they were hootin and a howlin! They used to have great "sing along" entertainers and it was a total zoo. free shots of tequilla if you provided a real good howl or bird call!!!
Those happy hours are what I missed the most. They are no longer allowed! A civilization..."Gone with the wind"
& then the party back at the cottage!!!
I know I lived in the best time ever in the US. No cell phones or computers to "have fun"?? just friends and girls and partying...
Quote: 1BBI remember it well. In New England, soda was called tonic and still is by many.
Yeah I still call it tonic,I put soda so the non new englanders would understand.We also called jeans Dungarees
a bagged lunch from home. Hot lunch was .35 a day and my
sister was a grade behind me, so that was .70 a day. Thats $14
a month, which in 1961 was the same $120 in todays money.
My parents mortage was $60 a month, it would have been
ludicrous of them to spend 25% of what they paid on the
house so we could have cafeteria food.
I was always so jealous of those kids who got the pizza
and cheeseburgers and goulash. I invariably had a bologna
sandwich, a small bag of Fritos (remember the Frito Bandito
before they deported him?) a small bag of cherry tomatoes,
and an apple. Cost: about .10 probably. Milk was .2 cents.
she died 38 years ago today. age 32.
does it seem like that was 38 years ago?
dream a little dream of me
california dreamin
monday monday
You could have at least linked Words of Love. That song really showed off her ability.
church key to open it? No pull tabs, no twist off caps on bottles.
When my dad wanted a beer, I have to use an opener. Same
with a pop bottle. It was in the early 60's when pull tabs were
introduced and not till the mid 60's that they really caught on.
Remember before permanent press and mom had to iron everything?
Women would spend a whole day a week doing washing and ironing.
Even sheets had to be ironed, if you didn't they were horribly wrinkled.
Quote: EvenBobEven sheets had to be ironed, if you didn't they were horribly wrinkled.
Wrinkly sheets? Who cares about THAT? lol That was a big deal?
Quote: zippyboyWrinkly sheets? Who cares about THAT? lol That was a big deal?
I'd easily believe people cared about that. People used to be much more formal than today. Look at a baseball game from as late as the 1960s. Every guy wearing a tie. Look at how people used to polish all the chrome on their car every week. People used to care about these things, funny as it seems.
to sleep on. They weren't smooth at all. We also polished our
shoes all the time.
Quote: EvenBobUnironed cotton sheets looked terrible and were uncomfortable
to sleep on. They weren't smooth at all. We also polished our
shoes all the time.
My wife still irons our sheets, guess she is old skool!
Quote: buzzpaffMy family was in the iron and steel business. Mom ironed and Dad stole.
When I was a kid I was a pilot.My dad cut the wood and I would pile it.
Quote: HunterhillWhen I was a kid I was a pilot.My dad cut the wood and I would pile it.
I was just a real go-getter. Go get me a 7/16, got get me a phillips head.....
Quote: AZDuffmanI was just a real go-getter. Go get me a 7/16, got get me a phillips head.....
My dad used to make me run down to the bar and see if he was there. Talk about dumb. He could have used the phone and just called.
Though I used some drugs at 13 recreationally, and didn't win a damn thing.
floor of your car? And you could actually change
a headlight yourself in about 2min and not have to
find a specialist to do it?
And when they gave you a new license plate every
single year and you always had to go to the DMV
to get it? None of this pay on the net and they send
you tags, there were no tags. And there was just
one kind of plate, they didn't have 10 choices.
Remember when checks were all the same? No
waterfalls, no kittens playing. Checks hell, I haven't
had paper checks in 10 years.
Before, it was all straight up an down sirens, like you hear in old movies.
At the time, I thought it was some kind of UFO sound.
Quote: EvenBobRemember when the headilght dimmer was on the
floor of your car? And you could actually change
a headlight yourself in about 2min and not have to
find a specialist to do it?
And when they gave you a new license plate every
single year and you always had to go to the DMV
to get it? None of this pay on the net and they send
you tags, there were no tags. And there was just
one kind of plate, they didn't have 10 choices.
Remember when checks were all the same? No
waterfalls, no kittens playing. Checks hell, I haven't
had paper checks in 10 years.
1] Sometimes the starter button was on the floor too. [actually before my time, but I drove someone's pick-up for a while that had that]
2] Seems like you only see the hoi polloi at DMVs now. Unfortunately, I know because you see me there sometimes. [g]
3] No paper checks? wow, Bob, I can't go that far with 'thoroughly modern me'. But a checkbook lasts me forever now it seems.
Quote: odiousgambit
3] No paper checks? wow, Bob, I can't go that far with 'thoroughly modern me'. But a checkbook lasts me forever now it seems.
I can't remember the last time I saw somebody
write a check. Most of them go right thru your
account anyway, just like a debit card.
Back in the day the chocolate in the middle was huge, and there were a ton of crunchies on the outside. And they only cost a quarter.
And, they had a version called a Mint Chip Candy. Same idea but Chocolate Chip Mint ice cream. BOY do I miss those...
Quote: DJTeddyBearI often talk about the Good Humor Ice Cream Bar called a Chocolate Chip Candy. These days it's called a Chip Candy Crunch. There's hardly any chocolate in the middle and few crunchies.
Speaking of food, remember when:
Frosted Flakes were "Sugar Frosted Flakes"
Golden Crisp was "Sugar Crisp" and Golden Bear was "Sugar Bear"
Smack was "Sugar Smaks"
This is why the MAWGs on this board are so cynical, we know what things really are and were.
Quote: AZDuffmanSpeaking of food, remember when:
Frosted Flakes were "Sugar Frosted Flakes"
Golden Crisp was "Sugar Crisp" and Golden Bear was "Sugar Bear"
Smack was "Sugar Smaks"
This is why the MAWGs on this board are so cynical, we know what things really are and were.
Smack is Heroin... :)
Quote: odiousgambit1] Sometimes the starter button was on the floor too. [actually before my time, but I drove someone's pick-up for a while that had that]
In the mid-60's, a college classmate borrowed another student's Studebaker (mid 50's) to give some girls a ride back to their campus from a group social on ours. I went along just for the ride. He couldn't figure out how to start the thing, and I finally remembered my dad's Studebaker from long before I could drive. To start it up, after turning the key on, you pushed the clutch pedal hard to the floor; a little tab on the side of the pedal hit the starter button on the floor. It seemed like a good technique for making sure that the clutch was disengaged as the engine was started. It worked for the borrowed car, and my classmate was surprised that I could come up with the solution.