Psychedelic Scarecrow Soap

Mrs. Cheery is appalled at how things have changed since the 1940s. Here we are in 1971 and look how they advertise good British soap! The idea of calling it a luxury and making it in decadent colors! And as for “lingering frangrances,” why, there’s nothing hygienic about that!

However, all that is trivial in comparison to the creature on the left. The poncho alone is giving me a psychedelic headache.

This scarecrow has probably just returned from a few years in Haight Ashbury; it’s tough for them to get around but perhaps he looked into astral travel. At least I think it’s a scarecrow. Either that or that woman’s boyfriend has been living it up since the Summer of Love and this is the result.

Or perhaps she made some random scarecrow a poncho because it’s all just so beautiful out here in nature, man. And this has what exactly to do with luxury soap that looks like what you put in the little glass jar in the guest powder room, and no one is supposed to use it?