Trip Like I Do

Front of a postcard-sized, 20-page "letter-booklet" promoting a cranberry farm and "Home of the World's Smallest Railroad." Published by Richard Bennett Talcott of Boston, Massachusetts.

"Ever taste a cranberry frappe? What? You haven't? Well, let me tell you, you've really missed something in life. I know because I just smacked my lips over one and can truthfully testify that it's about the tastiest concoction that ever slid over my palate..."

So... the "waiting room" is a parking lot. Okay. "...The cranberry game does have its exciting moments, though, for it provides an element of suspense seldom found in other agricultural pursuits..." It does look exciting, doesn't it?

"...People have come from all over the United States and from several foreign countries just to ride the Edaville [train]. Everyone of them was as pleasantly surprised as I to learn of the many other treats that were in store for them. In the autumn season they get a firsthand look-see at cranberry harvesting which, I understand, is one of the most colorful events in agriculture. Most harvest hands are natives of the Cape Verde Islands... Put thirty or forty of them in them in a bog which at that time of year has turned a pretty red, stack a few boxes of berries near them and you have a carnival of color that's hard to beat." Well, sort of. :/

"...Like other projects that ever amounted to anything, the cranberry industry has provided many headaches to those interested in it. Scientific research, much of which has been conducted right here, has produced amazing advances and far better types of fruit. Say, some of the berries I saw were as big as marbles..."

"...Many of the berries from this plantation are sent to the two nearby Ocean Spray canning plants where they are made into delicious jelly, sauce, cranberry juice cocktails, and a thousand other concoctions that were dreamed up to tickle the palates of those who really appreciate delicious tasting food. Others go directly to market as fresh berries under the Eatmor label... "Until I see you again, 'So long.'"

A flying steamboat? James Bond must be checking in.

Sure, we lose your luggage, but we do it in a foreign language, so it sounds soooo much cooler!

"Japan Air Lines hostess Yoko Mayuzumi." Pleased to meet you, Ma'am. Also, I gather from the size of these gorgeous flower arrangements that commercial planes were much, much, roomier back then. From the November issue of Sunset magazine.

D'oh! Missed Aloha Week by only a couple of days! (Sorry.)

"Crete Girls Dancing." Sent to Paris, France.

"One of the strips newest luxury showplaces, features Pagoda Architecture, and the fabulous 'Gateway to Luck' hand-carved East Indian Temple." Woo! And check out that marquee! Isn't it neat getting this glimpse into the early careers of... a whole bunch of people who nobody knows about now? Other shots of this defunct hotel can be seen here .

"520 No. Virginia (Highway 395), Reno, Nevada. Phone FA 2-4066, 29 Beautiful Units, 2 blocks from center of Town. Coffee-Ice-T.V.'s-Extremely Friendly Management. "Pub. by Edward J. Allen Associates, Las Vegas and Reno, Nevada." Dear Mom and Dad, The staff is EXTREMELY FRIENDLY and I'm drinking lots of COFFEE! Also, on breezy nights, the strings on the motel sign sound so very soothing! Remember, if THE HEEL asks my whereabouts, you don't know ANYTHING! Regards, Janey

As she set down the dinner tray of asparagus and Swiss Pie, Beth's gaze met La Contessa's. Both knew their lives would never be the same... From Everywoman's Family Circle.

I, too, was stoop-shouldered and swarthy until I discovered the magic of Danish beer! One third of a fold-out promo published by Tuborg Breweries, Copenhagen, Denmark.

I swear, I don't know a word of Danish, but I keep hoping that somebody here is humming "Take This Job And Shove It," or some Scandinavian equivalent.

Okay, this has to be a scale model. Otherwise, there'd have to be some smoke or steam somewhere. Wouldn't there? The flip side of these three sections is a map of the city.

If you believe this picture, there used to be this thing called "leg room" on planes. Pretty neat, huh? From the March issue of Sunset magazine.