Your Nerves Are Not Made Of Steel

IMG_0006 Winnipeg Tribune 1953 Nerves of Steel

Especially not on a Monday morning! But at least my head hasn’t turned into a vibrating frying pan. I’m grateful for that, I must say.

Here’s another ad that shows that people were just as stressed in the 1950s as they are now, from the Winnipeg Tribune in 1953. It seems to be addressed specifically to parents. Mother had loud children (one is banging on her pan, which can’t be helping), doorbells, dirty dishes and piles of laundry.

Father had a noisy office, annoying clients, and then the “personal things: – the kitchen tap’s leaking, the coal bin’s low; the youngster needs glasses and the car needs repairs.” And also his head seems to be caught in some construction site steel beams. That’s gotta hurt!

Six weeks of taking Dr. Chase’s Nerve Food, though, and these frazzled folks are back on their game. That stuff sounds awfully Victorian, doesn’t it? Dr. Chase’s Nerve Food. As indeed it was. Here is a splendid Dr. Chase’s tin.

I have a 1919 Dr. Chase’s almanac, which heavily advertises the Nerve Food and other bracing products. This ad is from the almanac (I’ve cropped it to mostly just show the picture). Notice how the emphasis in the earlier ad is on anemia and tired blood, and the 1950s ad talks (quite vividly!) about modern stress and strain:

IMG Dr Chase ad 1919 almanac

And look, you can still buy it. Just in case Monday puts your head in a vise or turns it into a jangling frying pan.

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5 thoughts on “Your Nerves Are Not Made Of Steel

  1. Nerve Food??? Yuck! That just sounds nasty.

    I’ll tell you what…a certain frisky little boy would have that frying pan applied to his hindquarters if he belonged to me. He would be dancing around, no doubt about it.

    That man’s head is too large for his workplace. That’s the source of his woes. He should be a forest ranger and work in the great outdoors. He’d best hire a plumber, too, because there is no way that big head is going to fit under the sink.

  2. The 1919 advert.. “Bloodless people… pallor of the lips…”
    I’ll just point out that those are symptoms of vampire attack. Garlic might help.

  3. Bill – Yes, that guy is totally working in the wrong place! I never thought of that. “You’ve outgrown this place, I’m afraid, we’re going to have to let you go!”

    Emjoi – Hmmm, that’s right. That lady does look a little lacking in hemoglobin. Wonder if they had garlic pills back then (they had gin pills, but that is not what this lady needs right now).

  4. Maybe I need this. There are plenty of things that get on my nerves, my husband in particular. I looked the nerve food up and it is in pill form. Somehow nerve pills sound better than nerve food, but it is still called food.

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