In one of thousands hundreds dozens several boxes of mementos from my youth, currently taking up entire rooms in my basement, I found two magazines from the week I was born in the Mesozoic Era Renaissance Roaring Twenties late sixties. My Grandma Sara was an R.N. in a doctor’s office and she thoughtfully swiped their copies of Life and Look for my parents to stash away on my behalf. I don’t think I knew I had them until one of our recent moves.
Last night I was looking through the Life Magazine from July 28, 1967, and came upon this ad that included a helpful, cents-off coupon. I don’t know if it’s worth trying to cash it in today, but in any case, check it out:
AWESOME! Slip a licensed instructor a fin and you, too, can jet above your post-industrial city! What? You don’t have your ID with you? Oh, that’s OK, bring it tomorrow. We trust you.
C’mon, you know you wanna – all the cool kids are doin’ it.
Lest you should think I ripped this idea off from the pages of The Glamorous Life Association’s AdTalk series, please know this: I think of it more as “inspiration” – and, I cleared it with Marcy ahead of time. In fact, if you think this one’s good, you should pop on over to view the ads she’s posted. Hilarious stuff!
BTW, I have another one from the same mag that will be coming your way later this week. Priceless stuff, this.