Ah, for the good old days, when x-raying stuff could solve all life's problems....
Grocer Builds “X-ray” to Sell Customers Flawless Spuds (Nov, 1932)
WHAT is more embarrassing to a housewife who boasts of her cooking than to have her mashed potatoes turn out black, or to have her guest slice into a deliriously baked cobbler and find it with a black cavity?
Confronted with complaints from housewives on bad potatoes, an Ames, Iowa, groceryman rigged up a potato X-ray, or candling device to inspect choice potatoes before they go to the fastidious customer.
Oddly enough, the groceryman died of cancer 6 months after inventing this.
OK, that's just a guess....
WHAT is more embarrassing to a housewife who boasts of her cooking than to have her mashed potatoes turn out black
...I'm sorry, but she must be making mashed potatoes in some strange Great Depression way, because I always thought you peeled them first and therefore could tell if they were rotten before you boiled them.
Today is the 30th anniversary of
Happy Days
jumping the shark, when Fonzie, you know, jumped the shark....
Flashback: 30 Years Ago Today, The Fonz Jumped A Shark
(Link has video, which I haven't watched.)
Hippo Birdies, Sophia!
As long as we're talking about crushes from impossibly long ago and far away, how about young Buster Keaton? Just mesmerizing.
Alexander the Great, if we're talking about old-timey crushes.
Happy Birthday, Sophia!!!
