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Original article here.
This odd little auto actually made it into limited production.
Full history here.
Oscar Hickey, Hazel Short, Vernon Tucker, and Maxine Scott had all been at a dance, after which they drove home together. This involved a lot of drinking and some gun play in which they were "amusing themselves by playing with a revolver, firing occasional shots as they sped along the concrete slab."
While stopping at a gas station, Tucker and Scott got out to get some cigarettes. There was a gun shot. Tucker and Scott rushed back to the car and found Hickey dead. Hazel Short was still holding the gun with which she had just shot him. Her strange explanation: "He dared me to shoot him, and I did."
Short became known as the "Dare Killer." She pleaded guilty and was sentenced to serve one to 14 years in prison. She was released on parole after three-and-a-half years. I haven't been able to find any info on what happened to her subsequently.
I guess the lesson of the case is that it's not a good idea to dare someone to shoot you, especially if they've been drinking.

Decatur Daily Review - Sep 19, 1933

Decatur Daily Review - Sep 16, 1933
Jacob Zimmer, when asked why he and his son Donald were having a joint wedding to a pair of sisters (Grace and Dorothy Tripp), offered this explanation:
Donald's always liked farmin' like me and he likes music, too— plays the cornet and the tuba both. On top of that he likes to fish as well as I do, so it's just natural we'd like sisters—particularly sisters who like to go fishin'."
Doesn't get much more redneck than that.

Estherville Enterprise - Dec 17, 1936

The Zanesville Signal - Nov 22, 1936
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Who knew that fresh coffee promoted dancing?
Original ad here.
Once upon a time, thanks to
Schenley liquors, you could get as wasted as old Ben Franklin (note: not a Quaker, just partied with them), in the manner of this Curly-Howard-lookalike above. Then you'd be "feeling your Quaker Oats."
Original ad here.
A 1930s party-planning manual for members of the American Communist Party,
downloadable as a PDF here. Let's just say, those guys knew how to throw a cheap party.
More info from a
2003 article in the NY Times:
Published in the late 1930s by the party's New York state branch and recently rediscovered by a Brandeis University historian, it's a 15-page illustrated tutorial in the art of ideologically correct fraternizing. Among the suggested high jinks: cutting editorials from The Daily Worker into pieces and having guests see who can put them back together fastest, or holding a mock convention on, say, nonintervention in Spain. "One guest is made chairman. Another is Chamberlain, another Leon Blum, a third Mussolini," the pamphlet cheerfully explains. Or why not try a round of anti-Fascist darts? "Draw a picture of Hitler, Mussolini, Hague or another Girdleresque pest. Put it on a piece of soft board with thumbtacks. Six throws for a nickel, and a prize if you paste Hague in the pants, or Trotsky in the eye," the pamphlet instructs.
Also, advertise "All the free beer you can drink!" but charge expensive admission at the door ("Yes, people will pay!"). And then:
Pour your beer in the center of the glass not down the inside. POURING IN THE MIDDLE GIVES MORE FOAM AND LESS LIQUID — STRETCHES EACH BARREL FURTHER.
I am just going to go out on a limb and say that this is the best goddamn mousetrap ever invented!
Original article here.
This would be so great if it happened today. Can you imagine the ruckus on social media if some darling tyke came home with an accusatory advertisement pinned to its clothes?
Original ad here.
I want to live in a world where a system of
Bennie Railplanes has been in existence for eighty years.