In the words of Monty Python, “And now for something completely different…”
The ad art featured in the Classic Captions series typically dates from the 1950s through ’80s. But in my quest for journalistic excellence novelty, we’re going all the way back to the roaring 20s, when cars were still young and magazine illustrations were still drawn by hand. In this monochromatic depiction from 1925, Ma is tending her flowers when a uniformed boy jumps out of a man’s touring car and runs to her holding a leather bag and a be-ribboned proclamation of some sort. Is her son a recent military school graduate? I can only assume the context of this scene was less inscrutable to the ad’s contemporary audience, but today it could as easily be a delivery boy, notifying her that she’s won American Tourister’s free luggage giveaway. And is the man in the car just dropping him off, or is that Dad? And if so, why is he still behind the wheel? It’s all up to you good people: tell us what you see in this image with a clever caption.
Last week’s trip to Willys’ (“Willys’s”?) phony Brazilian beach was ripe for the riffing, and you guys didn’t disappoint. That clever and urbane professor mdharrell won the most upvotes with his unexpected reference to the background illustration: “…and now we’re lost in a Chuck Jones feature. I knew we should’a taken that left turn at Albuquerque.” Repeat winner
Classic Captions – 1925 Dodge Touring Car Edition
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Guess what ma, New Dad said I got into military school!
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Mama! It’s the award for “Most Delicately Held Gardening Spade!” Just for you!
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Middle school graduation: as uniquely American and bourgeois as the 1925 Dodge and military prep school.
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“Maam, you’ve been drafted!”
“One little spade and I’ll be able to Dodge this easily” -
Look ma! I graduated from the CCA! (Community Corrections Association in today’s terms).
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“Look mom! Father Rogers gave me this CCA award. He said tomorrow he’d give me something else. I can’t wait!”
CCA: Catholic Campaign for America -
“Hey Mom, the paternity test came back! He really _IS_ my dad after all!”
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Here we see the fruit of proletarian youth fresh from studies at the Communist Culinary Academy, arriving at the farm to guide the sturdy rural workers, trowels raised in joy, towards a high yield crop of delicacies for the plates of the leaders of the Glorious Oligarchic Party.
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I worry about your brain sometimes.
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Matilda hadn’t finished disposing the evidence when the investigator arrived with the warrant.
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Mother, look! It’s official! We’re MIDDLE CLASS!
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“You’ve been served.”
“I’m gonna shank yer ass!” -
Hey Ma! I got a diploma!
A diploma? You’re only twelve years old. Who would give you a diploma?
I took it from a scarecrow.
A scarecrow gave you a diploma?
No, I took it.
You shouldn’t take things that aren’t yours, Timmy. And what’s with the bag?
That’s what I got from the tin woodsman.
You stole the tin woodsman’s bag?
Don’t be silly, Ma. I stole his heart. That’s what’s in the bag. -
Mama! Thank you! The warden gave me a full pardon, but he said he wants you to come visit him again Tuesday!
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They said I was the youngest ever graduate from the Chauffeurs College of America!
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