Most of you all know by now that I am a sucker for vintage children’s illustrations. That said, I’m also kind of immature and I crack up at some of the things that used to be printed in childrens’ books.
I stole this Betty Crocker’s Cook Book for Boys and Girls from my mom last night. Shhhh. Don’t tell her. I mean it. If you tell her, I won’t share my favorite pages from the book with you. I’ll make you close your eyes while the rest of us have fun.
It doesn’t look like this book was ever even used and the copyright date is 1957. Here’s the cover:
I really heart this next picture and I asked my mother, who is a very talented embroiderer (is that a word?) to embroider it for me. I reckon that I better return the stolen book so she can get right on that.
I really liked this idea for ice cream and cupcakes until I noticed the ears on the little guy. The ears kind of creep me out a little bit. Strangely enough, the eyebrows don’t bother me at all. Although my neighbor would say they need to be plucked.
The Pig in a Poke looks more like the satan goat to me. I’m not sure what message I would infer if my mother had put that in my cereal growing up. I probably would have been very scared. I’m also fairly certain that “Fatso” and “Old Hobo Joe” in black face would not go over well in today’s cook book market. Okay, well there are some groups who would like Old Hobo Joe, but the Bush Administration doesn’t count.
Kidding! Totally kidding. Please don’t send me hate mail. Well you can if you want, just be warned that I will publish it in my blog.
I also learned this evening that there are 2 kinds of hot dogs. There are weiners which are short and skinny and there are frankfurters which are long and plump. Frankly, I thought the green dancing weiners (or are they frankfurters?) look more like dancing pickles. But that’s probably because I have yodelling pickles on the brain. I’m kind of digging the straw pig that’s watching over the pigs in the blankets though. I wonder if I could make that …
I’m not touching this next one with a ten foot pole.
Okay. Maybe I will. But only because I want to know what’s up with that banana and I’d also like to know who serves a replica of a dead bunny for lunch.
Here we have another picture of the scarey satan goat pear. The banana lady in the hat is pretty cute. I think they should have given the orange buck teeth. Wouldn’t that be cool? I’m not real sure what to say about the banana in the lower left corner though …
This next picture should reassure all you boys out there who are worried about cracks in your whiz nut bread. Betty Crocker says it’s supposed to be there.
Last but definitely not least. The kitchen manners. There is nothing funny about these rules. Stay out of your mom’s way and pick up your stuff when you’re done. I might have these enlarged for my own kitchen.
Did I ever tell you about the super-cute vintage chairs I bought at a garage sale for a dollar each? There were 2 of them and, after I dragged them home, my husband told me they were hideous and asked me to please return them. Well, the woman who was having the garage sale where I got them would not take them back without a receipt so I took them to the local lay clergy’s thrift store. In 20 minutes (while I was still there), some woman came in and paid $10 each for them. And that, my friends, is why you should never listen to your husband.
If you’d like to see some other vintage stuff – and, trust me, you do – go on over to Confessions of an Apron Queen at: http://anapronaday.blogspot.com.