I think that this lady really means: I almost told my husband to get lost.
She is selling War Bonds, it’s not like she’s out buying hats all day, or playing the slot machines in Atlantic City. So she forgot Bert and his “important customers” coming to dinner! Let Bert take them out, or maybe he could tie on a frilly apron and, how did the guy in yesterday’s ad put it? Rustle some refreshments. Yeah, let Bert rustle.
But no, naturally this poor woman has to go hunt down something to cook. She figures that her whole marriage will collapse if she serves peanut butter sandwiches. Well, I guess they said ‘for richer, for poorer’ but not ‘for gourmet dinner, for Spork Chops.’ (Bonus: if you guessed that I have a 1940s Spork cookbook awaiting future posts, you are right!)
Some couples live meals of quiet desperation, as Thoreau would have said (if he had been one of Bert’s customers, but he wouldn’t have been, these people would have scared him into staying at Walden Pond pretty well permanently). So thank heaven for that Chef Boy-Ar-Dee!
And would you believe these guys think that that stuff is the best spaghetti they ever had! They’re all grinning like idiots in the last picture. Ah, but they always are, aren’t they? And I wouldn’t have it any other way. I adore these ads, they are so cheesy and bizarre.
Rather like Spaghetti à la Hector Boiardi.
Nothing says gourmet eatin’ like Chef Boy-Ar-Dee, no doubt about it. I wonder if they have a cooking school?
I also wonder if that poor wife in the ad is going to be dessert? Husband’s customers, indeed. Maybe she can ward them off with a can of fruit cocktail.
Really, though, what was she thinking??? War effort versus hungry husband? I can tell you where HE thinks her attentions should be lavished. And why isn’t he wearing a uniform, anyway? None of these gentlemen look 4-F to me, with the possible exception of the one sporting eyeglasses.
I was wondering why none of these guys was in the armed forces, myself. There’s plenty we just can only speculate about in these ads – fortunately, this is quite fun!
When I was five, I requested Chef Bot-Ar-dee spaghetti for my birthday dinner. my mother has never let me forget it.
She almost lost her husband over spaghetti? Boy, her cooking better be good!
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