Uncategorized, Vintage Radio TV

Radio Dispatched Police! Ohio State Highway Patrol Console & Operator

Oh State Patrol Dispatch.jpgNow, THIS is how they rolled in Ohio in the fall of 1951.  No CAD (Computer aided Dispatch), no headsets, no nothing.   And manual typewriters.   Back when I was the Po-Lice, we would tell our Dispatchers “Start me a card for….” when we wanted to record an incident, traffic stop, etc.  If Dispatch ‘sent’ us someplace, a ‘card’ was already started.  THIS is where that lingo came from, or something just like it.  It was, literally, a CARD, handwritten or sometimes (not very often) typed.  From there the dispatcher would put down whatever information you told them too.   And citizens had the ability to tune in right from their home radios!  No encrypted or scrambled stuff back then, it was all ‘in the clear’.    Pretty cool, huh?


The newest thing! For 1926, that is….


Throwing this one out just so you can see what the good folks in 1926 could buy, and what it would cost them.  The Great Depression hadn’t hit and wouldn’t for several years.  It was boom times in the good ole USA, the ‘Great War’ was over, we kicked the Kaisers ass, flapper girls in short hair and shorter skirts were smoking cigs and dancing to jazz music.  Out of this Sleeper set.  Read the copy and see how it lulls you in…you can almost hear an announcer with a voice like velvet just reeling you in….And for ONLY 115 bucks! Which in modern 2018 money is 1,630.00.  Get yours today!  (Oh, the company only lasted about 2 years).


Get an ASTRONAUT body in no time!

Astronaut TOUGH, that is what you’ll be.  DARE YOU risk a dime???  Minutes a day will make you into THIS guy!   Then again, lets hope so.  If it makes you into the sunken stomach man in the middle of the ad, all you’ll be good for is the Carnival freak show, Percy.   Ben Rebhuhn.  I don’t think he was an astronaut.  He sure isn’t the one in the background in the full space suit…..that looks like something out of ‘Forbidden Planet’ or an even cheaper movie.  I don’t even think ole Ben could FIT into a spacesuit, with that chest!    Well, send in your dime, Percy.  What have you got to loose?  You want to look like an Astronaut, don’t you??  And eat your liver.  Neil Armstrong did.  Astronaut


Yummy poison filters for Lunch!


I mean, who DOESN’T want to knosh on a GRAND discovery?  Liver loaf.  Read that again….LIVER LOAF.  Hot OR cold!   With yummy other animal parts as well, like bone marrow, dinosaur vein sections, and creamed something-or-other.   You do know, of course, that the liver is the animals, (and OURS) poison filter, right?  In other words, the liver catches all the ‘bad’ stuff before it gets to the rest of the body, (somehow or another, blah blah blah science), and filters them out.   So, what do we do?  We are going to EAT the damn things.   Never mind what gods awful crap might be floating in there, just fry it up and serve!  Or hell, grab a big ole spoon and schlop some right on the plate, cold.  Don’t bitch, people overseas are starving.


The Crap you kids buy….

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An actual ‘back of the magazine’ ad copy from 1938.  Look at the enticing stuff!  And yes, the famous LIVE BABY ALLIGATOR!   Now you know how these things ended up in the New York Sewers, along with the Turtles, Horny Toads, Chameleons, and god knows what else.  This little gem, right smack in the middle of the depression, shows that even during bad times, we had to have our useless crap.  Good luck skull rings (what teenage boy doesn’t want THAT), a blank cartridge pistol for the budding gangster, “French” photo ring (code for dirty pictures back in the day) for good ole dad to share with the boys at the lodge, along with a ‘fan dance’ flip book.   Likely a Tijuana Bible (look THAT one up in your Funk and Wagnalls LOL) that Uncle Bob and Dad could flip in the garage while drinking a few beers after a long day at the plant.  Or on the unemployment line.  The possibilities are endless.


Who and What IS this stuff?

The Perfessor
Come on Kids, Lets see what strange stuff we can detect!

All my life, I’ve been told to grow up.  Well, hell, I’m grown up.  According to the calendar, anyway.  Mentally, there are days when I’m still 16, and then I mature and feel like I’m, say, 25.  Anyway, the stuff you’ll see here is from the weird and wonderful world of pop culture Americana.  If it makes me snicker or laugh or go WTF??? then it’ll show up!  Enjoy!


“A human being should be able to change a diaper, plan an invasion, butcher a hog, conn a ship, design a building, write a sonnet, balance accounts, build a wall, set a bone, comfort the dying, take orders, give orders, cooperate, act alone, solve equations, analyze a new problem, pitch manure, program a computer, cook a tasty meal, fight efficiently, die gallantly. Specialization is for insects.”  Lazarus Long, Time Enough For Love, Robert Heinlein.”