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Thank you to Stag Mags
‘Man’s Life’ Magazine, 1950s
If you like this, check out:
The cabinet of Sarah Hare
Brooklyn Teen Gang, The Jokers, 1959
Colour hi-res photographs of London, 1950s
Neptune’s Certificate
Shooting Gallery, 1936-2009
1910 visions of 2000
US Bread Wrappers, 1940s / 1950s
Playing Cards by Vladislav Erko
'Help Stamp Out Quackery', 1950s
Retronautic WTF V
'Little Red Hen' by Andy Warhol, 1958
'Time For Beany', 1950
On the set of 'Gentlemen Prefer Blondes', 1953
Nazi magazine for women, 1941-1945
A Day On a Flying Yacht, 1950
Illustrated Pepsi Ads, 1950s
Kaiser Concept Cars, 1950s
Porsche Posters, 1950s
Marilyn Monroe at home, 1953
Doxford Engine factory, 1957/58
At home with Jayne Mansfield, 1956
I think a certain Mr Zappa may have been a fan. Spot the reference!
Yes spotted!!!
Couldn’t help but notice the female’s shirts got skimpier and skimpier as the months went on!
Darn it, I want to read some of these articles!
Some of these headlines could appear on today’s Cosmo Magazine.
I see the Zappa connection, I’m not surprised, this stuff looks weird compared to some of Frank’s ideas.
RZZZZZ!
The women, regardless of nationality, prefer bright red shirts with defective buttons. The men, only American, like to hold dangerous and disgusting animals very close to their faces.
The guy getting attacked by weasels is the funniest.
Based on the evidence of these magazine covers I’ve come to an inescapable, undeniable conclusion: I am most definitely *not* living a Man’s Life. (Hell, I don’t think I’ve even killed a single Communist all year!)
And you know what? I think I’m fine with that. Sure the buxom women who don’t seem to know how shirt buttons work constantly throwing themselves at you *seems* like a plus, but what’s the point if you can’t enjoy it because you can’t go five minutes without having to fight off another pack of ravenous jackals, dingos or raccoons?
Sex Perversion: Shame of our Prisons! I wonder what they meant by that? lol
I swear I have seen a few of those headlines in today’s Cosmo and other women’s mags. Did 95% of the women in the 50′s wear red shirts in that manner? Or was it just a one-trick pony who got a job in the art department of the magazine?
Apparently, those shirts just unbuttoned themselves in the 1950′s…. I agree, the horde of man-hungry weasels made me laugh the most.
My favorite headline: “AMERICAN MALES ARE AFRAID OF SEX”.
….in what world were these people living in??
Also, “THE AMERICAN MALE IS A MOMMA’S BOY”.
Not much has changed, has it.
Dammit, now I need to go find a red shirt that unbuttons itself.
>>> Sex Perversion: Shame of our Prisons! I wonder what they meant by that? lol
Ummm, my bet is women’s prisons. See the RN section on 50s lesbian porn covers, which are, in many ways, similar.
The artists on both were a heck of a lot better at producing sexuality than the writers were allowed to.
>>> Dammit, now I need to go find a red shirt that unbuttons itself.
Easy: Put on a shirt that’s about 2-3 sizes too small for your bust size. Then involve yourself in vigorous physical activity, like, oh, defending your shore against invading soldiers of the “Yellow Peril”, or at least defending your home against a pack of feral wolverines armed with only a kitchen knife and a garbage can lid.
Voila! In very short order, you will find there are no more buttons on your shirt, and bingo, instant decolletage.
To those of you wondering about the salaciousness of the stories:
Trust me, I read some of these when I was a teen, they were far more suggestive on the covers than they actually are, and, by modern internet standards, are downright tame beyond belief.
You can find a very similar example, still likely within reach, when looking at the cover of just about any Mamie Van Doren film poster and watching the actual movie — just about anything involving young female juvenile delinquents, too… The idea of “salacious” back in that era was a heck of a lot lower than modern times… See “Porky’s” for a fairly amusing depiction of real experience and whom such were aimed at.
What a crap…
“Ripped by weasels”
They must have used EVERY other animal reference in the world.
Hands down the funniest: On some blog I’ve seen a cover like this where a man was being attacked by turtles.
The first comment here made an oblique reference to it, but I think some clarification is required for some folks… “Weasels Ripped My Flesh” is the title of a 1970 album by Frank Zappa. Check it out:
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Weasels_Ripped_My_Flesh
Reminds me of sneaking my fathers Argosy and Playboy magazines and of course does anyone else remember Sex to Sexty? And the John W. Campbell Era?
Ahh, my misspent youth. With this type of mis-education, no wonder the women in my life have had to put so much effort into civilizing me.