I wish I could find a picture on the internet of the packaging for this product. Or learn who the legendary Father Pierre was. Alas, even the mighty Web does not have the answer to everything.
But I did find out the ingredients.
As to the recipe's effectiveness, I cannot attest.
Apparently, this current-day Russian product also known as "Monastery Herbs" has a different composition.
"Ingredients: rose hips, currant leaves, birch leaves, roots and rhizomes Elecampane, grass oregano herb St. John's wort, willow (willow-herb)."
From the days when a commercial could hold an entire narrative arc in thirty or sixty seconds. Apparently the Kid and Sue were thrill-seekers who could not resist dangerous environments.
Housewife wielding an axe?!? Don't get your hopes up. There is no John-Waters-style carnage ahead in this commercial.
Man, that appliance is huge. Where would it fit in a modern urban kitchen? Maybe in a McMansion....
What do you think the cherry cobbler cooked adjacent to the ham and sweet potatoes is going to taste like?
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Who knew that fresh coffee promoted dancing?
Original ad here.
The connection between "the girl" in the swimsuit and the "faultlessly lubricated" car seems a bit of a stretch. But hey, who needs a logical reason when you've got a girl in a swimsuit in your ad!
- Feb 16, 1948
Having little mannikins of the performers standing on their records is a vivid metaphor about the living quality of the sound. But then to set those records and their passengers rafting down the river--well, the metaphor gets a little jumbled, to say the least.
Original advert here.
This subject line will definitely be the title of my next SF novel.
If only Hollywood had made
John Carter of Mars
in 1979, with Cher as Dejah Thoris, they would have had a surefire hit!