Old Creepy Ads

[jefferson_dem]

Check out these old, creepy ads. Some are literal jaw-droppers... :wow:

A couple samples -





http://weirdomatic.blogspot.com/2007/07/old-creepy-ads.html

[flying rabbit]

1. Jolly good show!

[jeff30997]

2. And I'm sure that even back then...

Those scumbags already knew that tobacco could kill you!

[Whoa_Nelly]

3. This one from India freaks me out!

[qnr]

8. Yeah. India & Union Carbide is not a good mix. Bhopal was the first

thing I thought of.

[Skittles]

4. looks like Charles Lane

if so that f***er really got around

[texanwitch]

5. That top picture is really creepy.

It looks like blood on his lips.

[BrotherBuzz]

6. Le Pétomane didn't make the list?

Joseph Pujol was born in Marseille. He was one of five children of François (a stonemason and sculptor) and Rose Pujol. Soon after he left school he had a strange experience while swimming in the sea. He put his head under the water and held his breath, whereupon he felt an icy cold penetrating his rear. He ran ashore in fright and was amazed to see water pouring from his anus. A doctor assured him that there was nothing to worry about.

When he joined the army he told his fellow soldiers about his special ability, and repeated it for their amusement, sucking up water from a pan into his rectum and then projecting it through his anus up to several yards. He then found that he could suck in air as well. Although a baker by profession, Pujol decided to try his talent on the stage, and debuted in Marseille in 1887. After his act proved successful, he proceeded to Paris, where he took the act to the Moulin Rouge in 1892.

Some of the highlights of his stage act involved playing a flute through a rubber tube in his anus, farting sound effects of cannon fire and thunderstorms as well as farting La Marseillaise. He could also blow out a candle from several yards away.<1> His audience included Edward, Prince of Wales, King Leopold II of the Belgians and Sigmund Freud.<2>

In 1894, the managers of the Moulin Rouge sued Pujol for an impromptu exhibition he gave to aid a friend struggling with economic difficulties. For the measly sum of 3,000 francs (Pujol's usual fee being 20,000 francs per show), the Moulin Rouge lost their star attraction, who proceeded to set up his own traveling show called the Theatre Pompadour.

In the following decade Pujol tried to 'refine' and make his acts 'gentler'; one of his favourite numbers became a rhyme about a farm which he himself composed, and which he punctuated with the usual anal renditions of the animals' sounds. The climax of his act however involved him farting his impression of the 1906 San Francisco earthquake.

With the outbreak of World War I, Pujol, horrified by the inhumanity of the conflict, retired from the stage and returned to his bakery in Marseille. Later he opened a biscuit factory in Toulon. He died in 1945, aged 88 and was buried in the cemetery of La Valette in the Var département, where his grave can still be seen today. The Sorbonne offered his family a large sum of money to study his body after his death, but they refused the offer.

[texanwitch]

7. Everybody has a talent.

:rofl:

[Blue-Jay]

9. You ain't seen creepy old ads yet.

Who wants Pear's Soap?


Here's a Good Idea.


I don't even know WHAT to say about this.


Edit: I see weirdomatic got digged yesterday....