amylsacks' photos

"For a hot supper cut a loaf of Treet into 8 slices and fry in a little Cloverbloom Butter. Serve with your favorite hot potato salad. If you're going to have a cold supper, be sure both the Treet and the salad are well chilled before serving!" Apparently it was 1950s law that your whole meal was confined to a single platter, which could only maintain one temperature. (Or the universe would explode or something.) So... you'd either be eating warm potato salad or cold mystery meat. This has got to be why fast food took off in such a big way during the decade. From the May issue of Better Living magazine.

Mmmm... Nul-grav fruits 'n veggies! Another nice Binder design. (The only other variation in this version is the inclusion of an extra variety of bourbon: "Old Medley," in the product illustrations.)

"Photographer: Edward Jacobsen Hat designs: Dorothea Zack Hanie Earrings and bug-pins: Coro Lipstick: Hazel Bishop Shirts: Lady Manhattan" At all times, the model looks like she's waiting for somebody to shout, "April Fool!" Maybe that's why her name doesn't appear in the credits.

At least they resisted the urge to have a bunch of disembodied lady-heads tumbling around in a big wooden salad bowl. :/ From the April issue.

Nice Danish (or Swedish) Modern stylings, but there's nothing else to be done. They're still green beans from a can. Look upon my works, O Diners, and despair!

Thanks to her automatic dishwasher and premium soap powder, Christine never minded setting an extra place at dinner for her husband's imaginary friend. From the March issue of Sunset magazine.

Sorry I don't know the actual date this tome came out. Based on bios of designer Binder's commercial career, and using the label on the Churchill bottle as a guide, I did the best I could.

These two pages alone could give my entire subdivision massive hangovers for at least two days.

I want these two brands to be the theme of my next costume party. Everyone can come dressed as either a MacKenzie Brother or a Puritan.

My grandfather owned a liquor store back in the Seventies. He used to save the Black & White swag for us kids because we thought it was cute. But the one time he offered me a sip of whiskey, I think the smell alone was enough to scare me off.

I don't think I've ever tried a drink that had actual egg white in it. Probably I should. It's not any weirder in the long run than consuming that essence of crushed bug they put in the cherries.

Hey! All snowflakes do look alike, once you slam back enough gin.

At least they were kind enough not to name the drink on the lower left, "Ward 6." (Anton Chekhov fans, you know what I'm talking about.)

I love the word "muddle." It sounds so dramatic. Like if I squint into the bottom of the drink glass, I'll see the face of a miniaturized swamp monster or a former talk-show host.

Right after I read this, I ran into the kitchen and flipped all the glasses over. Even though I can't clearly remember ever sipping a martini that tasted of soap.

Nice pseudo-Christmas colors. Great design, too. Published by the Fleischmann Distilling Corporation, New York, N.Y.

Go ahead. Stare at my gun. I know you can't help it. From the March issue of Sports Illustrated magazine.

"During the past decade, modern jazz has been the spearhead in widening the audience for jazz in general-- and as the head of that spear, the piano has opened ears that hitherto had been closed to what, to them, were the harsher sounds of the trumpet, trombone and saxophone..." -- Ira Gitler, from the notes on back.