My Wednesday post was slated to be a review of King Vidor’s début talkie, Hallelujah! (1929), but since I won’t have access to a copy till later in the week, I have to push it off till Monday. In the meantime, enjoy these vintage ads for outright snake oil and what used to pass for medicine.
Did someone type that first line with a straight face?
I’m sure this provided a nice workout, but it’s not a substitute for medicine.
What could possibly go wrong from putting cocaine in your hair?!
Found this on the same page as a story about one of my ancestors, 10 February 1910. It was too good not to save.
6 October 1887, another find while searching archived newspapers for stories about my ancestors. What didn’t this quack claim he could cure!
Talk about substituting one problem for another!
Granted, there are a lot of misunderstandings floating around regarding corset history, just as there are about Victorian postmortem photography, lifespan, and average marriage age, but you don’t have to be well-versed in the garment’s history to know this is really dangerous. I may write a future post on myths and facts about corsets.
That’s one way around the Comstock Act, presenting sex toys as medical objects.
I have so many Castoria ads, I had to create a separate folder for them. Popular wisdom of this era had people believing a kid was automatically constipated and at Death’s door if s/he didn’t defecate at least once a day. That’s right up there with the thankfully debunked belief that babies and children couldn’t feel pain.