Thursday’s ad is for Miller High Life, also from 1962. It’s a very fake-looking western setting, just a studio with a few props — a wagon, fence and saddle. Couldn’t they have done the same shot at an actual farm or even better, a cattle ranch? Our “cowboy,” mug of beer in hand, is looking down at his new boots as the little filly on the other side if the fence looks on. I’m just not buying it.
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Wednesday’s ad is for Miller High Life, from 1960. The men drink beer (and at least one smokes) while watching the woman outs out all of the food. And it’s quite a spread. And in the inset pictures below you can see close-ups of two of the dishes. I’m both hungry … and thirsty.
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Monday’s holiday ad is for Miller High Life showing an idyllic country scene complete with newly fallen snow, a barn and silo, with a small chapel in the distance, as a horse and sleigh pulls two couples through the white landscape. Ah, Christmas like it never was.
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Wednesday’s ad is for Miller high Life, from 1948, and shows a fancy party and a swanky restaurant with a spiffy view looking out and down on whatever city it’s supposed to be. And at the center of it all, the server is bringing a pilsner glass of Miller High Life.
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Friday’s ad brings our Miller High Life week to a close. I’m not sure when the ad is from, but it’s a safe bet it was at least when needlepoint was popular. Although if my memory serves me, I think this is actually crewel. My mother, grandmother and several aunts were addicted to sewing and assorted needlework crafts. Still, I actually think it’s kinda cool — in a retro geeky way — but again that’s probably because I was around so much of it when I was a kid.
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Thursday’s ad is yet another one for Miller High Life, the Champagne of Bottle Beer, this one from 1956. This one seems less about sophistication, and more about a return to a simpler, down home, country lifestyle. But it looks like a set, and nothing like an actual home. It just seems odd. “Aren’t we quaint, we’ve got an old iron stove.”
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For more of my past columns, see Brooks On Beer
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