It's chock full of photos of pesticides being applied, scientists working to come up with more additives, farmers, people working in food related plants, grocery shoppers, and animals and insects. I was surprised to find this photo of a young, hungry, but happy John Kruk in amongst the photos, but there he was nonetheless:
And this sexy thing is Pestina:
She was a cartoon that reminded people who travelled outside the country to check their clothes and luggage for unwanted bugs that might hitch a ride in to the USA and ruin our food supply. I'd kind of like to see her and Judy Jetson kiss and fool around a little bit. What? Did I say that out loud? Sorry.Anyhoo, you can see all the cheesy vintage USDA goodness by clicking here.
Stag films, which required the use of a film projector so the purchase of same automatically tagged you as a pervert back in those days, the mid 50's through the late '70's:
And there were also "art study aids:"
And now we have the internet and one can "rough up his suspect in the privacy of his own home, or the local library if one is adventurous. Thank goodness for progress!
As usual in the antique stores around here there were bins full of old albums. Here are a few of my favorites. Once again I ask you, how many people are in a quartet? 
Nope. Try again.
Close, but no cigar. Aww, screw it, I give up. You gospel singers never learn.
Grr baby, she was quite the smokin' hottie back then wasn't she. I've scanned all the photo's and ads I liked out of it and recycled the rest. While the copy of Look and the postcards were nice, my major find of the day was 5 copies of Mademoiselle from 1961 for $4. 
They had been in the collection of a local college but somehow they found their way to this antique store and ultimately into my hot little simian hands. As you can imagine they are chock full of pictures of crazy fashions, wild ads, and other pop culture stuff. I'll be scanning stuff from them soon and I'll be posting some on this blog and some on Monkey-Scan, so keep your eyes peeled. So, what did you kids get up to this weekend?
I also scanned the illustrations from this book. I bought it for a quarter and I scanned the cover and I was going to toss it into the recycling bin afterwards but for some reason I flipped through it. Inside I found great illustrations like these:
It was published in 1951. I'm sure you can imagine that any book about the south that has blacks picking cotton on the cover is going to be a bit racist and over simplistic. Well Sport, you'd be right. 1951 was a time of wild optimism about the everything in this country and at that time we had no idea what price we'd have to pay for industrialisation and all that wide eyed consumption. This book was part of the propaganda effort to make everyone comfortable with non stop mindless consumerism, pillaging of the earth, and the socio political and economic status quo.
and then as if to say not "It's not like that everywhere down there," he adds a photo and a blurb about all the factories in the 1950's south.
Of course there was not a word about segregation in that book, nor the Jim Crow laws, or anything bad about the south at all. There were plenty of photos that reinforced stereotypes though. Ones like this one of the jolly happy docile working black folks having a good time with their overseer farmer bosses.
And of course there was the obligatory shot of the barefoot kids in the one room schoolhouse.
And folks picking cotton.
And one of us mountain folk at a "sing."
Another highlight of this old book are the picture maps of all the southern states. As you can see they show just what was made in each state and where. I love, as my friend Snad pointed out the first time I used this picture, how they use a hillbilly to represent our end of the state, just a hillbilly and that's it. Of course during that time there was a shit load of tobacco and corn being grown here, as well as tomatoes, and also during that time there were book manufacturers, paper manufacturers, and a nascent chemical company that would one day become a giant in it's field was just getting started.
Despite the condescending and somewhat racist tone of the book, I really dig the old photos.
Wherever possible I kept the captions on the pictures, they're like a glimpse into the mind of the author. Incidentally, I bought this book at a local used book store for fifty cents. It had come from the library of a local church. As soon as I saw that it had come from a church library I flipped to the back to see how many people had checked it out and I saw that no one had ever checked it out because the little due date slip in the back had never been stamped. So either the folks who went to that church didn't care much about what went on outside the state much or they didn't need a book like this to remind them of what they already knew. See all the pictures by clicking 
This book was first published in 1962, the year I was born!, and it's an amazingly beautiful piece of work. I think it's a stunning artistic achievement and I can't imagine all the work that Ms. Ipcar put into all these stunning illustrations. I'm sure if I had read this book back when I was a kid that I'd have become a lobsterman when I grew older. Sadly, I read the book about the fat smart ass who wrote pithy blog posts all day long instead, oh well.
Ms. Ipcar, age 90, is still alive, as I write this anyway, and she has a website that you can see 
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And thus was the career of US Senator Mike Crapo (Idaho-R) saved.