5 Insane Trends from Vintage Cigarette Ads
Advertisements for cigarettes, like ads for heroin cough syrup or professional bellboys, are mostly a thing of the past. And it's a good thing, not just because bellboys, heroin, and cigarettes are known killers, but because tobacco ads were awful. Despite selling a highly addictive, totally legal substance that worked as shorthand for "cool" for decades, cigarette advertisers were often hilariously incompetent at painting their product in a positive light.
Here are five baffling advertising trends that prove we're all better off without cigarette ads in our lives.
What's Worse Than Dying of Lung Cancer? Obesity!
Believe it or not, the first group to publicly make the connection between cigarettes and lung cancer wasn't the American Anti-Cool Society or the Tracheostomy Voice Box Choir of Harlem, it was the Nazis. During his Fuhrership, Hitler was the most prominent anti-smoker in the world. It took the United States over 30 years to acknowledge what the Nazis knew in 1928 -- smoking kills. In the meantime, American cigarette brands figured out another neat fact about nicotine -- it's an appetite suppressant. To illustrate the horrifying possibility of a life without cigarettes, Lucky Strike shadowed their models with monstrous gray blobs of their future selves.
Ha ha! Joke's on them, because we all ended up obese anyway!
Things got really weird when Lucky Strike forced viewers to imagine their future fat butts on a horse. Not only is the horse bogged down with the weight of a thousand Depression-era snacks (aka apples), but it's losing a race to the "prettier" skinny version of the same person. Look at the first half of the skinny model's horse leap like it's made of air! Notice how its backside is probably not going to clear the fence, which is also a good metaphor for the lung health of a long-term smoker.
Of course, Lucky's "Don't Be Fat" campaign ran in the 1930s, when women were barely out of the house and only months beyond their liberation from knee-length hair. So you can understand the mindset behind displaying looming jelly shadows as examples of what not to be. Advertisers didn't know any better. But you'd also think their granddaughters would move on to better things 30 years later. You'd be wrong.
Way to capture the zeitgeist, Silva Thins. Notice how the ad was still targeting the male smoker by comparing cigarettes to women. Thin and rich women. Because who wants to smoke a poor fatty?
Ladies, we're just getting started on the bad things coming your way, cigarette-marketing-wise.
Pall Mall: Sexual Harassment in a Stick
Along with shortening their skirts, cutting their hair, and flapping all over the place, 20th century women took up smoking to assert what would later be called their "Beyonce-ness," or empowerment. In fact, women around the world are following the same pattern today: When women get out of the house and into the workplace, they start smoking, for some reason. Put a pin on that fact, because it's probably going to come back to haunt us when billions of Chinese people are too sick to make our stuff.
But back to Western cigarette ads. So imagine a man working in an office in the 1950s. Someone new starts work, and she's got inverted flesh bowls where her striped tie should be. For someone who was used to seeing women only in the kitchen, the bedroom, and Renaissance paintings, it must have been a confusing time. Keep that in mind when you see the Pall Mall ads below.
If the text is too small for you, it says:
"Don't let this girl's costume fool you ... She's a girl -- a real, live girl. It's just that she has to prove something -- to herself and to her family ... But she really doesn't want to compete with men. In her heart she wants to attract men and eventually, marry one ... If the girl is watchable, she should be watched ... The same thing is true of a cigarette. If it's smokeable, it should be smoked -- and Pall Mall is the most smokeable of all!"
If you could sum up six seasons of Mad Men in an image, this would be it. The thread between cigarettes and institutionalized misogyny is so spurious, you almost forget that this is an ad at all. It's more like a 2-year-old's attempt at explaining why he pooped his pants but also likes spaghetti. The connection between the two things exists only in his own mind.
"The Bookstacker serves the cause of classical literature in various ways. Perhaps the least of these is in keeping the rows of books properly aligned and the jackets free of dust. Her most important contribution is in improving the environment for study, enhancing the halls of learning with her own classical forms."
My favorite part of the ads is the practiced look of indifference on the women's faces. That's the truest part of the campaign -- women who are regularly harassed play deaf and ignorant to keep their tormentors from getting a reaction. So you can tell the illustrator knew what he was doing when he drew these ridiculously proportioned women up -- he knew that look almost too well. The second best part of the ads is the lack of a single cigarette in the hands of ANYONE.
Yes, I Smoke! F*** You!
In 1965, the surgeon general declared that cigarette companies could no longer tout the fake health benefits of their product. Up to that point, brands could say anything: that more doctors smoked their cigarettes, or that theirs were better for your throat, or that they gave you the hardest Lindy Hop skills. Tobacco ads were a hot stogie of lies, and the public smoked them up for decades.
That's an oddly specific number of physicians! It turns out 20,679 doctors responded to a three-year survey sponsored by Lucky Strike's advertising company -- a survey that sent free cartons of Lucky Strikes to doctors while asking them if their cigarettes were less irritating than other brands. Most doctors said "Yes" and "Thank you for the free smokes."
Fast forward to the mid-'60s, and promises of physical wellness through smoking were off the table. Like a frustrated and proud puma backed into a coffin-shaped corner, smokers got defensive. Winston cigarettes decided to capture the moment with a series of ads that were downright pissy.
The faces in the ads ranged from "Stay away from me, I'm mad as hell" to "Stay away from me, I'm about to make love to this box of cigarettes and you don't want to be here to see it." The only unifying theme was that the models had angry expressions and baffling quotes. Have you ever picked a brand of anything because it's nice and boxy? The guy below has.
For all we know, this guy was also smoking crayons because the box fit so nicely in his jean jacket, but Winston was smart enough to keep that part on the DL. One ad simply featured a mildly cross-eyed woman who spewed out truncated half-finished thoughts about her smoking history.
Deleted quotes included "I like bandannas" and "What's that?" and "Do you need a sweater? Because I'm wearing two." Eventually Winston just cut out the extra random thoughts and ran ads featuring the weirdest weirdo they could find.
Our Cigarettes Will Drive You to Utter Insanity
While Winston cigarettes responded to the surgeon general's advertising restrictions with anger, resentment, and candid confessions from Anchorman look-alikes, other manufacturers went to the other end of the emotional spectrum. Why face a future riddled with emphysema when you can seize up in a horrifying fit of maniacal laughter today?
Necks snapped in laughter-induced whiplash during these Kool campaigns, but it was worth it to convey the frivolity that comes with Kools. Newport cigarettes took the idea of having a good time and ran it to the moon and back. What started as a simple campaign to celebrate youth and activity turned into a cautionary tale of what happens when you smoke cigarettes that are presumably loaded with lead paint. For example, you've been swimming before, right? You know how getting in and out of a pool works. It's not hard or hilarious or a task that requires a mouth so wide open that you could drive a truck through it. Smoke Newports and all of that will change.
When frolicking on a hammock, do you often find your entire leg caught inside someone's shirt? Brother, Newport cigarettes has been there.
On a scale from "super" to "Jerry Lewis," how funny are people wearing white sheets and enormous grinning jack-o'-lantern heads? If you said "Jerry Lewis times infinity," you're in good company. People who smoke Newports agree with you.
Smoking Newport cigarettes must have been like living in an infomercial -- but high. Every simple task is really hard and gut-bustingly funny at the same time. Of course, that's assuming you were capable of even getting the cigarette to your lips without burning yourself. People who mockingly iron each other probably shouldn't be trusted with lit cigarettes anyway.
Things and People That Shouldn't Be Smoking ... At All
Decades before there was Joe Camel, there was Willie, a dead-eyed penguin who loved having fun as much as he loved his smokes. Should a penguin smoke while surfing or painting a nude model? Probably not, but penguins are funny creatures that are full of mysteries.
Willie the googly-eyed smoking penguin was weird, but there's something about a cartoon penguin that a post-Joe Camel world can understand. We get it. He's cool, he likes cigarettes, he has fun. It's fine. That's NOWHERE NEAR THE CASE with this Japanese ad for Peacock cigarettes:
It's the Stallion Who Mounts the World, smoking a cigarette, flying with bat wings, sporting a pompadour that flows in the wind. And he's smiling right at you. Looking at this bat-horse, you almost forget about cancer and the surgeon general and the stuff that comes up from your throat when you wake up in the morning after years of smoking. Stained teeth, smelly clothes, yellowed fingernails ... none of it matters. Look at that Elvis-haired horse making love to Earth. You want to smoke now, don't you? So does the planet. It must have been good.
Advertisers went out of their way to showcase cigarettes in the fingers, mouths, and paws of things that not only should not exist, but should not exist and should not be smoking. Leave it to Newport cigarettes to cut right to the chase by sticking their name on the last person you want to associate with your brand -- a pregnant woman.
Stripes is giving his lady friend a box of candies, and Newport stupidly superimposed their cartons to the right of her protruding belly, because Newport was once the halfwits of the cigarette world (which was a hard achievement to accomplish, all things considered).
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