Remember how you woke up last night, screaming and drenched in sweat, and reached for your phone to give me a call? You sounded pretty unhinged, I’ll be honest with you, and if you can deal with even more honesty, you were scaring me a bit. You asked – no, wait – demanded that I get the hell out of bed and immediately dig through one of the stacks of magazines that make up my sleeping litter and find the June 1969 issue of Popular Science. You were very specific about that. It had to be June of ’69.
I agreed, but asked what you wanted me to do with it. You told me that you just wanted to see a random selection of ads from the magazine; car-related ads are best, but you could deal with maybe one or two non-car ads. Then you recited about 2/3rds of the lyrics to the Passenger and then you hung up.
I’m not going to lie, it was pretty weird, but the intensity in your voice convinced me I best do what you asked, because at this point I had no idea what you’re capable of. Are you feeling any better? I hope so. You really need to stop drinking before bed, if you don’t mind my saying.
Anyway, I found the issue:
Looks like there’s some interesting articles in there, like their suspiciously well-informed guesses about the ’70 cars, but you were quite clear you only wanted to see ads. Fine. Have it your way. Here’s an ad for you:

Look at that! The Kaiser-Jeep CJ-5 Camper! This was a very rare factory option, with only 336 built! And here’s an ad for it, right here!
This thing is deeply cool: designed for use with the V6 Jeep engine making 160 hp, it likely wasn’t fast, but would have been glacial with the four-cylinder Jeep engines. The design treated aerodynamics with all the seriousness a divinity student treats the Tooth Fairy, and likely wasn’t fantastic to drive.
But it was clever! A sort of hybrid slide-in camper/towed trailer, it added an extra axle to make up for the Jeep’s short wheelbase, and could be disconnected in 15 minutes. It even had a toilet! What a cool machine. We’ve covered this before, of course.
Okay, what else do we have? It’ll be hard to beat the Jeep Camper:

I stand corrected! What is he doing? Making a freaking concrete flower pot! In the comfort of, I assume, his own bed! You could be cranking out concrete gnomes and crap instead of your stupid job as a governor or ambassador or whatever you are. Alderperson? And hey, this place is based in Hickory, NC! I’ve been there!

Here’s an interesting ad: aftermarket air conditioners for imports! I can see that dashboard is from a Beetle, and it looks like a ’68 Beetle. Oh! it also seems to be a semi-automatic Beetle! Remember, I’ve gone in-depth on those before – my Beetle used to be one, and my dad had one when I was growing up!
I wonder how well those A/C systems worked? And the company would loan you the tools to do the install? Damn.

Here’s another nice full-color ad, this one for Chevy’s RVs, campers, and off-roaders. Mostly I’m interested in that K5 Blazer. I feel like I hardly even saw them without their roofs, but they sure do look fun that way.

Bruce Meyers designed the Meyers Manx dune buggy, and created a new industry. This is both impressive and tragic, because the business was soon overrun by copycat products of varying quality.
EMPI was one of the best known makers of aftermarket products for air-cooled VWs, so when they sold their own Manx-knockoff, the Imp, it was a big deal. In fact, after an original Manx, the Imp may be one of the most desirable of the fiberglass body-on-a-shortened-VW-pan dune buggies.
The Imp was derivative, sure, but damn, it looked cool.

Wheel Horse is a great name for a tractor company. They started in the mid-’40s and kept going until 2007 or so, but what I want to focus on here is that spelling of “Thoroughbred.” Here it’s spelled “thorobred” which makes it look uncomfortably like “throbbed” when you glance at it. Big throbbed.

This is clever: a thin speaker that fits in a sun visor! I have no idea what the sound quality must have been like, but the packaging is pretty clever. The Magitran Company also seemed to make other ultra-thin speakers using their poly-planar system, whatever that was. I wouldn’t mind a Bluetooth speaker like this for my 2CV!

And finally, let’s talk about the National School of Meat Cutting! Yes, the NSMC was as big a deal then as it is today!
Just eight weeks in Toledo hacking up cows and you’ll be on track to the glamour of butchering! Did they have dorms? A football team? Fraternity/sororities? Awesome parties with competitive pastrami slicing events?
Plus, I don’t see anything that says “bring your own cow, deer, or bear” so I guess the school hooked you up with the meat?
Anyway, please stop calling me in the middle of the night.









MEAT CUTTING
I’m kind of disappointed that the school closed. Looks like the University of Kentucky offers meat-cutting classes aimed at retail, but apparently they only last for a few days.
Ring Bell for “Meat Service”
I remember the button for that little bell!! It was either at Food Lion or Piggly Wiggly…they had big glass windows behind the display case so you could see into the meat cutting room. I was too short to see much, but I could hear strange noises…the addition of the bell sound made the whole thing a little unsettling for me.
My local small town grocery store still has that set up and still has the bell
I’m definitely not in the market for an Imp kit today…
Meat cutting school!
“The design treated aerodynamics with all the seriousness a divinity student treats the tooth fairy”…..
Torch nails it once again!
Freakin’ hell Torch, I asked for JULY of ’69! June?? Who cares about June?? Why do I even pay you honestly.
Also man that 1970 Bonneville drawing makes it look even worse than in person. Modern BMW drivers must love them.
Was Iggy’s original not available? Siouixi’s is great too, but the video is a wee bit……carnival rather than dread. Good article though, sir.
I worked for an old fella who gave me a stack of pop-sci and pop-mechanics from the early 60’s to the late 70’s. Best bathroom reading material EVER.
When my kids were of Little League age (like 20 years ago), I was one of the dads who would volunteer to cut the grass at the town’s main field. It was a zen-like experience, being in that miniature ballpark, but the best thing was the old Wheel Horse tractor, very similar to the one in this ad. No hydrostatic drive, it operated a lot like a car with a manual transmission. It was powerful as hell, and wasn’t exactly forgiving for the uninitiated. I miss that thing.
Let you do it for FREE !?!
Yes, but come to think of it, I might have paid for that pleasure in a few other ways.
Your post was Soo Forrest Gump.
PSA;
Don’t store your Dayquil next to your Nyquil.
(swore they spelled it Nitequil, looking it up, they sell them together!)
Happy March 32rd everyone!
“Anyway, please stop calling me in the middle of the night.”
(Hey!)
Jason, Jason, who can we turn to?
You give us somethin’ we can hold on to
I know you think we’re like all the others before
Who saw your name and number on the wall
Jason, we got your number
We need to pick you mind
Jason, don’t change your number
867-5309 (867-5309)
867-5309 (867-5309)
Jason, Jason you’re the nut for us
Oh, you kinda know us, and you make us so happy
Some tried to call you before, but they lost their nerve
Some tried their own imaginations, but none were so disturbed
Jason, we got your number
We need to pick your mind
Jason, don’t change your number
867-5309 (867-5309)
867-5309 (867-5309)
We got it ( we got it), we got it
We got your number from the wall
We got it (we got it), we got it
For a late night, for a late night call
(Hey!)
Jason, don’t change your number
We need to pick you mind
Jason, someone called your number
867-5309 (867-5309)
867-5309 (867-5309)
Jason, Jason, who else can we turn to? (867-5309)
For the price of a dime
We can always turn to you (867-5309)
867-5309 (867-5309)
867-5309 (867-5309)
5309 (867-5309)
5309 (867-5309)
5309 (867-5309)
Wow. Insert the slow hand clap gif here.
My wife’s ‘Jenny’…she used to give this number out to guys she didnt want calling her…either that or the Pizza Hut number.
And now that you’ve tied Jenny to Jason, I’m thinking of Jennifer Jason Leigh in Fast Times.
and not one gray car in the entire bunch.
Brilliant!
“ but what I want to focus on here is that spelling of “Thoroughbred.” Here it’s spelled “thorobred” which makes it look uncomfortably like “throbbed” when you glance at it. Big throbbed.”
-this is just the kind of
nonsenseprofessional journalism that justifies my Autopian membership! Thanks!The March 32nd Cold Start and no mention of the hallowed anniversary? Tres dissapointe.
For some reason the National School of Cheese Cutting never achieved the same level of success.
That’s not really a skill you can learn. You just have to be naturally gifted.
Cutting the cheese comes naturally to me 🙂
Yeah, but I could see something like graduate level seminars discussing the finer points of food and beverage intake to enhance the cutting of the cheese.
Those are based in England
Beans beans the musical fruit
The he more you eat
The more you toot
The more you toot
The better you feel
So eat some beans at every meal
Those meat cutters. No idea of the computing power at their fingertips.
I GET IT
Man, that pink Blazer is pretty amazing!
It seems the National School of Meat Cutting closed in 1985. Why do I have to find this out now when I’m looking for a fresh new career?
Workbench magazines were a big thing while I was growing up. Dad grabbed every issue of the several that came to the Rexall. Gus’s Model Garage was what primed me for working on cars with a fresh set of stories in every issue of PS through the ’60’s. A few years back I discovered “The Gus Project” online, a compendium of all installments through the series. These stories are an interesting snapshot of a time and place long gone,of an America that was very different from the tiny, flat bit of Michigan I knew.
Had a buddy in high school with a hand-me-down ‘65 Impala. He saved all summer then purchased two things for the car. First was the cheapest Earl Scheib paint job available, after which the entire car -excepting (most) of the glass – emerged Baby Poop Brown. I believe it cost $99. Next he installed a Comfy-Kit AC in anticipation of cool rides the next summer. Let’s just say, it was a good thing we lived in pre-climate change New England. Boys and their toys.
$99, no ups, no extras!
Sorry about the call, Torch. I think SOMEONE (looks pointedly at the wife) used the wrong mushrooms on the pizza.
Wait.
I made the pizza.
Sorry babe…
That Jeep camper is wacky. All of these are pretty crazy. If the past weren’t so wild, I’d chalk it up to today’s tomfoolery.
And it was nice to hear some Siouxsie & the Banshees in the morning.
As much as I love Siouxsie, and I do very much, I was expecting Iggy.
https://youtu.be/-fWw7FE9tTo?si=1Ft52TPDw6CS5wa8
I was hoping for Hasselhoff, but not expecting.
“where’s my damn hamburger?”
That Jeep camper. “Notice how smoothly you cruise the highway. How easily the whole rig handles!” The word “how” has a lot of wiggle room. It could be “how” an M5 drives, or how a sumo wrestler rides a unicycle.
As for the Chevy campers, the shoebox in the back on the right is giving big sullen outcast energy.
Really wish you allowed GIFs in comments – this is a perfect one for Capt. Malcom Reynolds… ¯\_(ツ)_/¯
Sorry. Next time I won’t call until morning.