
Monday’s ad is for Blatz Beer, from 1945. In this ad, a Robin sits in a tree, singing its heart out, and another tortured analogy. “As surely as spring follows winter, you’ll find Good Taste in Blatz … always smooth and mellow.”

By Jay Brooks
By Jay Brooks
By Jay Brooks

Saturday’s ad is for Worthington White Shield, from 1977, although this is a reprint and I’m not sure when the original is from. In this ad, a very British bird, wearing a Union Jack vest, is perched on the edge of his nest, looking over four Worthington White Shield eggs. I always thought a “bird” in England was slang for a young woman, but maybe there’s another meaning?

By Jay Brooks
By Jay Brooks

Thursday’s ad is for Budweiser, from 1962. In this ad, part of series entitled “This calls for …,” in this case “Spaghetti Night.” I thought I found all of the “This Calls For” ads, but today accidentally found another one I hadn’t seen before. In this one, a couple looks waaay too happy about spaghetti. The only rational explanation is that this is not their first beer, but they’ve had quite a few before sitting down to eat.

By Jay Brooks
By Jay Brooks

Tuesday’s ad is for Budweiser, from 1963. In this ad, part of series entitled “This calls for …,” in this case “the Picnic.” Three couples are out in the woods, by a stream, having a picnic. Although there is a table there, so it’s more likely they’re at a park. Don’t they look happy? I especially love their outfits.

By Jay Brooks

Monday’s ad is for Budweiser, from 1962. In this ad, part of series entitled “This calls for …,” in this case “at the Lake.” A long man sits on a bench by a body of water, with a cigarette and beer in his hand. There’s a fishing pole by his side, but he doesn’t seem too interested in doing any actual fishing.

By Jay Brooks

Sunday’s ad is for Budweiser, from 1962. In this ad, part of series entitled “This calls for …,” in this case “Open House.” A holiday party, an “open house” type of brouhaha, is taking place and the host went all out by serving cans of Bud. I do love the expression of the woman putting food in her mouth while staring at the man pouring a beer.

By Jay Brooks
