Vintage Ad of the Week: 1919 French laxative ad is magnifique!

(click ad, via) Just look at those Jubol shit scrubbers cleaning your colon—barefooted! How courteous of them! I hope there isn't a fecal bomb coming down the poop chute. French readers: please translate any interesting copy in the comments. Previously:
• the most magnificent vintage beer ad ever.
• the most magnificent vintage vodka ad ever.
• the most magnificent vintage cigarette ad ever.
• the most magnificent vintage bathhouse ad ever.
• the most magnificent vintage anti-smoking ad ever.
• the most magnificent vintage food chopper ad ever.

Vintage Cigarette Ad of the Week: Buy Old Golds or we'll hang this Dachshund.

(click ad, from 1954, via) Old Gold's 1950s evil dog ads are fairly well known, but I hadn't seen this one before. Extra EVIL. Related: the most magnificent vintage cigarette ad ever. Related: The famous 1973 National Lampoon cover.

Evil Vintage Cigarette Ad of the Week: Old Gold.

(click ad, from a 1954 Family Circle, via) Their husbands are in the next room playing poker. "Enjoy a treat instead of a treatment!" That Old Gold tagline just fills your lungs with irreversible irony. Previous funny ironic evil vintage cigarette ads: Lucky Strike • Spud • Embassy • Camel.

Just because Fabio is smokin', doesn't mean you should, ladies.

(click ad) Just say no, says Fabio. "When I first look at a woman, I look into her eyes, unless she has a cigarette between her lips..." And, that deafening sound heard across the land was the simultaneous crushing of millions of packs of smokes by entranced readers of romance novels. Wow (fanning myself with a product brief). That's even more effective than telling me there's urine in my cigarette, or comparing smoking to 9/11 (twice). (via MakeTheLogoBigger) Previously in anti-smoking ads. Previously in vintage cigarette ads.

Vintage Cigarette Ads.

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The top two Camel ads are from 1937. The bottom two are from the early 60s. Amazing. Camel got a world champion hurdler and a smoke-eater (nice irony) to endorse the digestive qualities of a particular brand of cigarette. Then, we have a downtime clown. And finally, Pall Mall compares the taste of its cigs to a watermelon. Pall Mall never made candy cigarettes, did they?
(all found at adclassix.com)

Marlboro Man dons suit, visits gay Pari. Becomes disoriented.

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A real cowboy would never smoke pussy-ass filtered cigarettes. But Philip Morris certainly wasn't going to abandon their iconic studmuffin cowpuncher (if you told him there was pee in his butt, he wouldn't even blink). So, what to do? Dress him in Pierre Cardin, and get him as far away from the fucking prairie as possible. Maybe he'll meet a hot mademoiselle smoking Fuck-Me Camels. (Readers? Step up the tip quality, or I'll keep digging up these stupid vintage ads. Don't make me post the hatebot again.) (image via) related: four more vintage cigarette ads.

1930: Lucky smokers haunted by fat tar-colored doppelgängers.

(click ads) Big Tobacco can only longingly ache for the days when they were allowed to so audaciously promote their cigs as healthy, tasty toasted diet snacks. Love the disclaimer at the bottom which reads: "We do not say smoking Luckies reduces flesh. We do say when tempted to over-indulge, reach for a Lucky instead." (images via: flickr clotho98) Previously: Vintage cigarette ad round-up. Related: Anti-smoking ad round-up. Plus: There's Pee in your Butt!