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:
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.