Saturday, February 21, 2009

A Hitchhiker on the Highway of Love

The title is the perfect opening line for a country and western song, or a True Confessions story. But instead, we find ourselves (once again) in a Listerine ad.

She was a glamor girl during the season of 1938. As long as people stayed far back, that is. But as soon as the menfolk got within hailing distance - oh, you know the story! This is a Listerine ad, so you can see what's coming down the Highway of Love, can't you? It's not a Streetcar Named Desire.

One night, our heroine "returns from the powder room and was seated behind some portières"* - that's straight out of a sudsy 1930s romance novel. Even though all she means is that she's hiding behind some old drapes. What she hears is not straight out of a sudsy 1930s romance, though. Her date, Mr. Simpson, is not fetching punch and cookies, he is complaining about his date:

I don't think I can last out the evening. She has a case of halitosis that a greyhound couldn't jump over. You'd think she'd never heard of Listerine.

Oh, that's nice. And here she was too polite to mention all the brilliantine he'd put on his hair. She was going to say that a greyhound might jump over that, only to skid all the way across the dance floor. But it is always after the party that we think of what to say.

Of course she goes home, is distressed, consults a doctor and then starts in with the gargling. Many purification rites ensue. And in the end, Listerine leads to matrimony (as usual) - only not with that simpleton Simpson. With "a man just as eligible."

Just as?
Oh come on, let's make it someone much more eligible, and wealthier, and with way better hair products. And then you can drive off together down that highway in a brand-new 1938 Chrysler Imperial. That's the way to end an ad like this!

This fab 1938 ad is from Duke University's Medicine and Madison Avenue (you can see the larger version there, of course).

* Just like Scarlett O'Hara making the green velvet dress out of her mother's "poteers."

12 comments:

JD at I Do Things said...

HA!

I agree: you'd think Listerine could do better than getting her someone "just as eligible." That Simpson guy doesn't sound like much of a catch.

Tori Lennox said...

I have a sudden vision of Carol Burnett in her parody of that scene from Gone With the Wind.... ROFL!

Tori Lennox said...

Oh, and I can see I'm going to have to bookmark that site. I need ads from the 1920s.

Amy said...

She was hitchhiking on the highway to love? No wonder she wasn't picked up with that bad breath...

KiKi said...

Hysfrigginsterical!!! (As always!)

Phyl said...

You'd think that Simpson guy would be much more worried about other issues with a woman who "hitchhikes on the highway of love" than with mere bad breath. Ha!

Lidian said...

JD - I left out the bit about what I would have done with young Simpson, but I did give it some thought.

Tori - I love Carol Burnett and that was one of her best bits...Also, you will love that site, there are tons of hilarious ads there.

Amy - That's true! Next time, she'll pack some breath mints at least. And also wear stuff she can walk in, just in case.

KiKi - Thank you! :)

Phyl - Well, that's another episode altogether, but yes, you are right.

Bill said...

It's not a Streetcar Named Desire.

That's a great line! Made me (truly) LOL.

Lidian said...

Bill - Well, thank you :)

sassafrasjunction said...

No greyhounds were harmed in the creation of this hilarious ad!!

Olga, the Traveling Bra said...

Well, as a fellow hitch hiker having been unjustly accused of smelling like sex & beer (see my Canada/Toronto posts)... I feel for this gal!....

(Luckily I've found that Woolite works wonders!)

Lidian said...

sassafrasjunction - Thank goodness for that! I like greyhounds and they deserve better than hanging out with these people.

Olga - I am going to reread those Canadian posts of yours, I want to know what you're saying about us! :)
Woolite is very good, I agree. I have a bottle, somewhere.