Because it's Friday on a Hiatus week, that means, of course . . .

As is the tradition, we have old radio on Friday Hiatuses - but not old old radio. Crackling AM DJ radio. Booming ads and jingles.


Can you tell what this ad is about?


I didn't know where the station was, but figured it out. Biddle street, Sheboygan MI. Let us search. Ah: one ad. Some obscure group. Like that guy on the left will ever get anywhere.

We have an address!

Does that track for 1969? Possibly, although I'm more inclined to say early 70s. But the address on the wall is the same, so perhaps this was indeed a brand new hot spot.

Now. Would you like to know what it's like to have the aural form of illiteracy?




And why the censoring beep?

Now we move to a longer set from an FM free-form long-form show, where the standard DJ voices, pattern, and forward-flow has been replaced by low-charisma types who can relate to the audience more, I guess.


He's wrong.


Took me a while, because it's not Trigger. It's Tigger.

I find this stuff immensely annoying.

Various sites report that she was the wife of Geoff Outlaw, a friend of Guthrie's.

The hallmark of these stations: in-depth ads for the Very Important Groups that had just released a Very Important Statement.


They released a song in 2022.


An intersection of cultures and eras I did not think possible. Like matter and antimatter, they would destroy each other and possibly the universe.

He seems to be worried about the ad copy, or the order of the ads, or I don't know what. But oy, the movies themselves.


Hubba hubba, I guess


Minx: "A businessman hosts a hunting party at a remote lodge, and hires three prostitutes to take care of his clients. However, the girls have their own plans and secretly install cameras in the bedrooms to record the activities for future use."

As for the "New Fanny Hill," it's interesting that an old book can still have such a suggestive power. It is indeed a Swedish movie. Imdb says it was followed by "Around the World with Fanny Hill," because of course.






The waning days of a venerable means of information transfer.

BB means Busy Boss, not Big Brother. He has a lot to worry about. Life is miserable. But telegrams can make all the difference!

What’s that, you say? A telegram always provoked a sudden surge of unease, as you wondered whether it contained bad news? Nah: happy thoughts, happy deals, happy news.

No sound. But a fascinating look at the bygone tech, and the scale of the enterprise is remarkable.

From the same campaign:

This one reminds you that you can utilize this vast interconnected information distribution system to put cash money in the hands of someone hundreds of miles away.


We conclude with this week's Hiatal Contest:

A 1924 newspaper contest that went on forever.

I couldn't find the answer key, so we're going to be on our own.