This here is no ordinary tie: it’s a Nor-East tie! Strong enough to withstand a Nor’easter (in case you happen to out in a formal-dress-only winter storm). It is uncrushable, this tie. Probably made of asbestos, too.
File this gift idea along with the Jade East: the inevitable Christmas Tie! Yes, that’s the ticket. Get him a tie. Guys sure love getting ties, right? You can’t see this man’s face, but I am sure he looks thrilled. The woman looks startled. Maybe she forgot what she bought him. Maybe she’s stunned that he actually likes it.
I’m stunned that Wembley thinks a tie needs to be strong enough to withstand being crushed and stamped on and twisted up by a pro wrestler and knotted like a rope on a commercial fishing boat. I mean, you put on a tie, it just stays there, right? The most trauma it ever gets is the odd splash of tomato sauce from those three-martini business lunches.
If you get a guy two ties you can reenact the old joke where the mother gets her son two ties. He wears one the next day. She gives him a look and sighs: So – I guess you didn’t like the other one.
[From Life, December 8, 1952. Larger version over here.]