Do you like words? I sure do. Why, I even use them on a regular basis in my career, which involves taking words from a large, disorganized bin, running them through the verbal refiner machine, and then arranging them into strings known as “sentences” on a large board, shifting their order incessantly until they form semi-coherent thoughts at least tangentially related to cars or other forms of mechanized transport. It can be rewarding work, and it’s part of a long tradition of similar work, such as the work of people who arranged words for car ads.
I found an example of such a word-heavy car ad from 1965, and it’s an interesting one. It’s interesting for a number of reasons, which I’ve already hinted at in that headline. It’s an ad from 1965 for Land Rover, and is poking fun, rather directly and pointedly, at a very well-known Rolls-Royce ad. We’ll dig into that part first before I really get into wondering what the hell “panty mutter” means in the context of a car ad, especially one that quotes Of Mice and Men author John Steinbeck.
Here’s the ad I’m talking about:
Image: Land Rover
If you’re not familiar with the Rolls-Royce ad that this ad parodies, it’s kind of a puzzling ad. Carmakers weren’t generally crowing about how loud their cars were in the mid-’60s. The goals were generally refinement, and refinement meant quiet. That was what Rolls-Royce was bragging about when they ran this ad, the one that I suspect you’ve heard the tagline from before:
Image: Rolls-Royce
“At 60 miles an hour the loudest noise in this new Rolls-Royce comes from the electric clock.”
That’s a pretty famous bit of automotive advertising, and, if we all accept that that electric clock was not running off a dynamo powered by a two-stroke diesel engine in the glovebox, then that car must be quiet, quite quiet indeed. This ad copy was written by the famous David Ogilvy, of the Bernbach & Ogilvy firm, who were known for clever, iconoclastic ads like these.
The format of the ad is interesting as well: a numbered list, each noting a particular notable trait about this extremely esteemed and refined automobile. The whole ad has an air of intelligent sophistication, witty and smart and understated.
It’s the exact same format, but about a car that’s essentially at the opposite extreme of refinement: a Land Rover. An unashamedly loud and unabashedly mechanical vehicle, all about utility and almost nothing about refinement. At 60 mph, you hear the engine in your Land Rover, as hashem and John Steinbeck (see the first part of the ad, where Steinbeck says “I don’t know a driver who doesn’t want to hear his engine“) agree is important. Not the damn clock.
The whole ad follows the same numbered-list format of the Rolls-Royce ad, and even includes a cheeky little send up of the inset pair of grilles seen in the Rolls-Royce ad:
Image: Rolls-Royce
This bit is interesting, because of how open Rolls-Royce is that the Bentley is essentially the same car, sans the trademark grille. Also, only $300 less for the Bentley? That comes to about $3,200 today. That’s not that much of a difference? Especially when you figure that a Rolls back in 1965 was worth about $200,000 in today’s money.
Anyway, look what the Land Rover ad did in place of the Rolls/Bentley grille thing:
Image: Land Rover
Two grilles again, but one shows the spare tire on top, one doesn’t. The ad copy is especially clever because it uses the exact same affected language – “if you feel diffident” – as the Rolls-Royce ad, but here we’re talking about a difference of, in today’s money, under $80 bucks.
This is funny stuff! Subtle, funny stuff. And to understand it, you’d have to expect that your audience was already familiar with that very specific Rolls-Royce ad, but I suppose one could expect an audience of mid-’60s magazine readers in the UK would be.
There’s another version of the ad that calls out the original Rolls-Royce ad specifically, and brings in a third car to the party as well:
Image: Land Rover
Here the ad references how Ford tested their 1965 LTD against a Rolls and found that the Ford was actually quieter, which is a hell of a coup. Here’s one of Ford’s commercials about that:
This section of ad is so damn clever and witty, I’m just going to quote it here for you:
” 1. You may recall that Rolls-Royce once ran an advertisement. It revealed that their admirable two-wheel drive vehicle was so quiet an electric clock could drown it out.
2. Then, quite recently, Ford advertised that it “rides quieter than a Rolls-Royce!” This after a series of thorough tests (they bought two brand new Rollses) to get “evidence that no one, however skeptical, could shrug off.”
3. It was thoughtful of Ford to do the testing, for it is not something the average consumer can check for himself. How many people have a Rolls for a second car?
4. Unfortunately, the whole thing was a tragie mistake, counter-claimwise. For Bolls-Royce had said nothing about being quieter than Ford. All they claimed was that they were quieter than their own electrie clock going 60 miles an hour. (“But Officer, I was only doing ten after five.”)
5. However, all is not lost. Since our four-wheel drive vehicle (8 speeds forward, 2 in reverse) is actually much londer than the Rolls’s electric clock-or Big Ben, for that mutter — we have decided to give Ford a fresh start by offering the Land-Rover for comparison.
6. The claim then: “THE 1965 FORD RIDES QUIETER THAN A LAND-ROVER!” They are welcome to use this in their advertising. If they’d like to do some tests first wed be delighted to sell them two Land-Rovers. We’ll give them a nice trade-in on those two Rollses if they’re still on the lot.
7. Nor is this claim true only at 60 miles an hour. A Land-Rover is more conspicuous even when it is standing still. With the ignition off
8. The Land-Rover stands nearly even feet tall. All its features tend to heroic proportion. When driving you will simply loom over traffic, which is at once safe and enjoyable.
9. It is built to withstand the full charge of a bull rhinoceros and is often used for this purpose, though not in North America.
10. The Land-Rover’s sturdiness of construction (the under-frame resembles a reinforced section of railway track) makes it ideal for trackless wastes, carpools of small children, wretched ordeals, etc.
This is gold! The “But Officer, I was only doing ten after five” line? Gold. The bull rhino bit? Gold. The small children/wretched ordeals bit? Gold!
Okay, we finally need to get to the part of this whole ad that I can’t figure out. This bit:
Let’s zoom in on that little box. Computer! Zoom, and enhancellate!
Image: Land Rover
Okay, so Land Rover is taking a moment to plug its sister brand, Rover, even before both would end up as part of British Leyland in 1968. Again we have a quote from John Steinbeck, who talks about the sound of the Rover 2000 Sports Sedan, which he notes has
“a little panty mutter when idling that rises to a whispering roar…”
What the hell is he talking about? What is a “panty mutter?”
Of course, I tried Googling the phrase, but all I got were ads for maternity underwear. Was “panty mutter” an expression of some kind? Like a combination of something like a horse whisperer and a panty dropper?
But then I realized that the Brits are far more likely to use “knickers” for “panty” which may mean that it’s not referring to underwear at all! Maybe it just means panty like, you know, someone panting, in the breathing sense?
But John Steinbeck was American? Though I suppose that doesn’t preclude him from making an adjective out of the word “pant” by adding that wild vowel-curious letter “y” to the end. So maybe he does mean a low, barely audible breathing-like sound?
I guess that makes more sense than the underwear reading. Still, it’s weird, right?
I’d be curious to hear your thoughts on this whole panty mutter matter, if you don’t mind?
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The only thing I got from this is that we need a new Autopian driving video where Jason drives his 2CV to see at what speed it is louder than the clock in it. Except the clock is a grandfather clock going off at the top of the hour
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Stryker_T
3 hours ago
what? you don’t mut your panties? what do you even do instead?
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The Car Accumulator
4 hours ago
When I first saw this, I thought “panty mutter” was a colorful British term for a odd, sketchy person, like “dodgy geezer” or “shifty cowboy”.
Know what? I’ll use it like that anyway.
Until Jason finds out and hunts me down like a dog for grammar crimes. That vindictive panty mutter.
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Manwich Sandwich
8 hours ago
“What is a “panty mutter?””
It’s probably a fart… one of those silent-but-deadly ones…
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Rust Collector
8 hours ago
“In a Land Rover at 60 miles per hour, you can’t even hear the clock.”
UnseenCat
9 hours ago
Get your minds out of the gutter you lot, you’re blocking my periscope!
Anyway, in this case the word “panty” is an adjective. (Remember your Schoolhouse Rock on Saturday morning TV, people!) He’s saying the engine’s “muttering” noise is sort of pant-y (here’s where an extraneous hyphen is helpful) like a some sort of excitable small dog. And Steinbeck is probably making an obscure play on the “Rover” branding as well in the same swipe.
Anyway, I love this ad. It’s probably far from the first time anybody’s described a Land Rover with so much deliberate irony just for the fun of it, but having so much in one place is fun and it just begs to be read in James May’s voice. It also reads like so many good-natured summaries by Land Rover enthusiasts of their vehicles’ obvious lack any sort of civility, comfort, or sphistication. They’re a blunt instrument, a tool to get dirty, muddy, rough-and-tumble work done, and they’re ridiculously fun because of it.
Jeep owners can do pretty much the same, but since Jeep is American, they’ve managed to boil it all down to something far less wordy with “It’s a Jeep thing. You wouldn’t understand.”
You know what’s funny is that I was just playing Over The Hill, an indie off-roading game, and I was raving to my wife about the amazing sound design, particularly how distinct each engine note was, and how the “Protector” (a shameless parody of the Defender) had this really breathy note, which by all means could be perfectly described as a “panty mutter”.
I agree with this take, although to be grammatically correct, it should read “little, panty mutter” since stacked adjectives should be separated by commas. By omitting the comma, it suggests that “panty mutter” is the term being modified by the adjective “little”.
Back in my day, “panty-mutter” was used to describe a delicate lady-fart (ie one that slips out by accident, rather than the more masculine ones forced out with gusto, generally followed by: “God, that one had teeth! Haha! Anyway… next round is on me!”
I don’t know if you made that up, but if so, you beat me to it. Great minds and all that.
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Steve Harris
14 hours ago
The thing that stood out for me was the reference to carpooling kids in it. Did people really hate their kids that much? Does using ludicrously excessive off-road vehicles to move small children go back to 1965?
As a kid in the 1980’s sometimes we’d get driven to/from school in a Land Rover because one of the families we car-pooled with were farmers and IIRC the Land Rover was the closest they had to a car. It was a 110 with bench seats in the rear, so they could easily fit all of the village kids in at once. As kids we thought it was great fun 🙂
Although on one memorable occasion the whole village was snowed in, so we ended up going to school sat on bales in a trailer, towed behind a tractor. It was only a couple of miles.
Being a vintage Land Rover owner myself (and bearing the scars and hearing loss proudly) Land Rovers left the factory as useful if uncomfortable vehicles. You could make yours into a ludicrously excessive off-roader if you wanted to, and many did, but they are no less ludicrous in stock form than a modern Jeep.
I imagine carpooling back then meant upwards of 8 of your neighbor’s kids, in which case the “open-concept” rear cabin. Like standing-room-only stadiums, you can fit more sardines in the can if they don’t have assigned seats.
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Dodsworth
15 hours ago
Panty Mutter is a breakfast spread served at The Villages in Florida.
KD
15 hours ago
“a little panty mutter when idling that rises to a whispering roar…”
To me, it sounds kind of like he’s comparing the car idling to the lowest setting on a vibrator. Enough to register as a slight buzzing or rumbling sensation, but not enough to be really stimulating or cause any significant excitement or satisfaction.
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Teokiya
15 hours ago
The prices in the ad are in dollars, so it’s clearly not British… Which would explain all the Steinbeck references. As such, panty mutter is clearly American English! 😉
As a Brit, I can’t help translate this phrase, mostly because both these ads are American – Torch must have missed that the prices are in dollars, and that they are different on the Atlantic and Pacific coasts. We only have one of those.
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CR-V Oswald
16 hours ago
A panty mutter. The clue is in the rest of the sentence: it rises to a whispering roar. So panty <=> whispering and mutter <=> roar.
Panty here is from panting, like a dog after a long walk. And mutter is the sound of, well, muttering. So a panty mutter is a bit like a winded mumble, or a breathy grunt.
Emil Minty
18 hours ago
Reminds me of Arrested Development ‐ “Oh you’re such a pussy.” (In the British sense.)
The only thing I got from this is that we need a new Autopian driving video where Jason drives his 2CV to see at what speed it is louder than the clock in it. Except the clock is a grandfather clock going off at the top of the hour
what? you don’t mut your panties? what do you even do instead?
When I first saw this, I thought “panty mutter” was a colorful British term for a odd, sketchy person, like “dodgy geezer” or “shifty cowboy”.
Know what? I’ll use it like that anyway.
Until Jason finds out and hunts me down like a dog for grammar crimes. That vindictive panty mutter.
“What is a “panty mutter?””
It’s probably a fart… one of those silent-but-deadly ones…
“In a Land Rover at 60 miles per hour, you can’t even hear the clock.”
Get your minds out of the gutter you lot, you’re blocking my periscope!
Anyway, in this case the word “panty” is an adjective. (Remember your Schoolhouse Rock on Saturday morning TV, people!) He’s saying the engine’s “muttering” noise is sort of pant-y (here’s where an extraneous hyphen is helpful) like a some sort of excitable small dog. And Steinbeck is probably making an obscure play on the “Rover” branding as well in the same swipe.
Anyway, I love this ad. It’s probably far from the first time anybody’s described a Land Rover with so much deliberate irony just for the fun of it, but having so much in one place is fun and it just begs to be read in James May’s voice. It also reads like so many good-natured summaries by Land Rover enthusiasts of their vehicles’ obvious lack any sort of civility, comfort, or sphistication. They’re a blunt instrument, a tool to get dirty, muddy, rough-and-tumble work done, and they’re ridiculously fun because of it.
Jeep owners can do pretty much the same, but since Jeep is American, they’ve managed to boil it all down to something far less wordy with “It’s a Jeep thing. You wouldn’t understand.”
You know what’s funny is that I was just playing Over The Hill, an indie off-roading game, and I was raving to my wife about the amazing sound design, particularly how distinct each engine note was, and how the “Protector” (a shameless parody of the Defender) had this really breathy note, which by all means could be perfectly described as a “panty mutter”.
Gotta ask: Did your wife roll her eyes and walk away mid-rave like mine would?
She’s more of a “smile and nod” gal. She said “I’m glad you’re enjoying your new game, baby” and turned back to face her desk
Excellent. She’s a keeper.
Without a doubt, she is.
I agree with this take, although to be grammatically correct, it should read “little, panty mutter” since stacked adjectives should be separated by commas. By omitting the comma, it suggests that “panty mutter” is the term being modified by the adjective “little”.
So… you can’t hear Ford’s clock?
Well, the electric clock in my family’s 1977 Thunderbird was pretty much silent.
At least until it failed, and made the worst scraping, squealing, gear-stripping sound you can imagine and had to be sent off for service.
Putting digital clocks in cars was a huge leap forward in convenience and reliability.
When it dies after six months, no.
Back in my day, “panty-mutter” was used to describe a delicate lady-fart (ie one that slips out by accident, rather than the more masculine ones forced out with gusto, generally followed by: “God, that one had teeth! Haha! Anyway… next round is on me!”
I don’t know if you made that up, but if so, you beat me to it. Great minds and all that.
The thing that stood out for me was the reference to carpooling kids in it. Did people really hate their kids that much? Does using ludicrously excessive off-road vehicles to move small children go back to 1965?
As a kid in the 1980’s sometimes we’d get driven to/from school in a Land Rover because one of the families we car-pooled with were farmers and IIRC the Land Rover was the closest they had to a car. It was a 110 with bench seats in the rear, so they could easily fit all of the village kids in at once. As kids we thought it was great fun 🙂
Although on one memorable occasion the whole village was snowed in, so we ended up going to school sat on bales in a trailer, towed behind a tractor. It was only a couple of miles.
The 1980s sure were a time to be alive.
I remember gleefully piling into the wayback of a station wagon with 8 to 12 other kids so we could get truckers to blast their horns at us.
I once got 15 classmates in a Chevette. Yes, the tailgate was open the whole way to the party.
We once crammed 5 people in a Fiero!
Being a vintage Land Rover owner myself (and bearing the scars and hearing loss proudly) Land Rovers left the factory as useful if uncomfortable vehicles. You could make yours into a ludicrously excessive off-roader if you wanted to, and many did, but they are no less ludicrous in stock form than a modern Jeep.
I imagine carpooling back then meant upwards of 8 of your neighbor’s kids, in which case the “open-concept” rear cabin. Like standing-room-only stadiums, you can fit more sardines in the can if they don’t have assigned seats.
Panty Mutter is a breakfast spread served at The Villages in Florida.
“a little panty mutter when idling that rises to a whispering roar…”
To me, it sounds kind of like he’s comparing the car idling to the lowest setting on a vibrator. Enough to register as a slight buzzing or rumbling sensation, but not enough to be really stimulating or cause any significant excitement or satisfaction.
The prices in the ad are in dollars, so it’s clearly not British… Which would explain all the Steinbeck references. As such, panty mutter is clearly American English! 😉
Exactly, came here to say this.
As a Brit, I can’t help translate this phrase, mostly because both these ads are American – Torch must have missed that the prices are in dollars, and that they are different on the Atlantic and Pacific coasts. We only have one of those.
A panty mutter. The clue is in the rest of the sentence: it rises to a whispering roar. So panty <=> whispering and mutter <=> roar.
Panty here is from panting, like a dog after a long walk. And mutter is the sound of, well, muttering. So a panty mutter is a bit like a winded mumble, or a breathy grunt.
Reminds me of Arrested Development ‐ “Oh you’re such a pussy.” (In the British sense.)
Classic. Mr. F!