10 Commercials from the 40s

“Now watch in slow motion” Actress moves as slowly as possible

“How old are you” “In my day we used bandaids to boil eggs”

I love how 40s commercials are strait to the point. They tell you what the product does and shows it clearly.

I just love the sound of old videos. So vintage and calming ❤

When u skip the ad to watch ads

People in the 40s: ugh a commercial People from 2019:Ooo commercials from the 40s let me watch

Most of these are from the early-to-mid 1950s: Band-Aid Super Stick @1954, Gillette @1956, Sunbeam Bread @1953-1957, Camel Cigarettes @1950-1951 (although this "Doctors Love Smoking" campaign began on radio and print in 1946), Keds @1958, RCA Victor @1954, Hasbro Mr/Mrs Potato Head @1953. However, the three that aren't from the 1950s: Coca-Cola @ 1941 (probably shown in theaters before the feature, not on television), Scotty's Magic Oval @1960-1962, and Whiz Candy Bar (Party Magic promo) @1938 (again, probably shown in theaters before the feature, not on television).

It's actually amazing how many of these logos remained the same: Coca Cola, Bandaid, Johnson & Johnson, Dodgers, etc..

bro that little girl is probably someone's great-grandma now

“ don’t touch anything” “Ok” * Mary proceeds to steal a Coke*

I work at a vintage icecream shop where the owner has been collecting and displaying old artifacts and popular items from many different timeframes, the most popular being the coca cola pieces. He has one of the coke carts just like in the first commercial sitting right in his shop across from the icecream counter. I love watching these old simple commercials, and I think it's even cooler that I can see some of these items still preserved today every time I go into work

I genuinely believe if commercials like this would work if ran on TV today. Would certainly stand out!

Those bandaids are still stuck to corpses today.

I like how there were only 3 voice actors in the 1950s. Those guys were set for life.

I was one of the first children to receive a Mr. Potato Head "kit" as a gift for Christmas, in 1952 when I was twelve. This was before they came out with the version of the toy that included a plastic brown head with holes in it. The original iteration of MPT was simply a box of plastic, feet, ears, noses, eyes, hat, bow tie, etc. The child had to stick these into a real potato. My maternal grandfather Liam had emigrated from Ireland as a baby in 1849 to escape the Great Famine and he was still around in 1952. He ultimately lived to 105, eventually expiring while participating in an amateur boxing match in 1954 when a fellow railroad locomotive coal tender from his union he was fighting landed a solid right hook. Both of them had just returned that afternoon from working the New York to Chicago run for the past thirty days. and they'd gotten drunk and shared a hooker before the bout. Grandfather gave 87 years of his life to that railroad, having started when he was a teenager with a seventh grade education (a year before he formally took up drinking on a daily basis). All throughout Christmas Day, the more the old man drank the more he cursed the Hasbro Toy Company for making "a blasted toy out of the damnable spud, a feckin' bag of which would have kept me and me dear brothers and sisters off that stinking ship and home and abidin' in Muckholligam, Galway, where we belonged. - working our peat bog and attending mass. Colleen wouldtna ended up a Haarrr and Fintan woulda entered the priesthood, instead of makin' barrels all his lousy life and sellin'' 'em cut rate in Boston. " Eventually, after throwing the Mr. Potato Head kit into the fireplace, and pretty much losing his ability to stand up, or keep from wetting his pants, he moved on to his favorite joke... "Pretend yer walking up to me boyo in front the church. Ask me if mass is out yet." So, I'd ask him..."Is mass out yet." He'd start cackling, take a big slug from his bottle of Jameson's and chortle "No, but it's only a matter of time you feckin' idjeeit, seein' s how the flap on yer Guddamnable britches is undone." He always told this same joke every Christmas, and oddly it always signified, without fail, that he was about to finally shut up and pass out for a few hours. By then, in '52 , my new Mr. Potato Head kit had been completely incinerated - head feet, eyes, nose, mustache - all gone. I still have the cardboard box however. on the mantle of my fireplace. I keep Grandpa's ashes in it, purely out of spite. He wanted to be buried back in Ireland, but as executor of his "estate," I was able to make other arrangements. 😁

Why is it so pleasing to watch these ads? No annoying music, no super fast shot changes, no annoying acting, no intrusive hard sounds, no weird mobile shitty games, a clear message instead of an ad of which nobody understands what the actual message is, no unfunny jokes, no micro transactions in a free advertised game.

When leaving your child alone outside of a store was not only acceptable, but endorsed on tv

These commercials from the 40’s are more convincing then 2019 commercials

7:28 This part makes me admire the fact that commercials were much more honest back then

I was born in 1945 and grew up in the 50's . I remember these commercials so well. Great being a kid and growing up back then. Everything was new and exciting ! I loved my MR. POTATO HEAD and my DOCTOR KIT !We always had "Sunbeam" bread in the house. I remember getting my first Transistor portable radio once for my birthday. Mine was a Zenith. All chrome front with an imitation leather case. It was so cool ! The cigarette commercials were all over TV. Little did we know how we were lied to. My gym shoes were always KEDS. There was no NIKE back then ! It sure was great growing up as a kid back then ! I loved every minute of it ! Now, I look back after just turning 78 and feel so fortunate !