The thing I find most fascinating about old newspapers, I think, is that the past is both a foreign country and a remarkably accessible one. This is from the June 7th, 1945 Boston Globe, which gives us in close proximity, adjoining a letter to the editor musing that the world is growing small:
- “Airline”-branded prune juice, presumably because airlines were still something aspirational (or a hint at the speed with which produce came to market)
- A recipe that describes—as a relative of the noodle, no less—a “thin, graceful” foodstuff “known as spaghetti” (which had yet to really enter into the public consciousness), AND
- An advert for Lydia Pinkham’s Vegetable Compound
XD
I dunno. I am captivated by the recency of this alien world.
