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 Elmer's Glue bottle, 1960's.
 

Calvert Whisky, 1941.  The ostrich thing works very well re. our preparations for the inevitable war with Japan.


Hiller's Candy Chocolate Eggs.  


Between 1933 and 1936, the Arcadia had a brief stint as a boxing venue.  The most noteworthy bouts at the Arcadia took place in 1934, when a still relatively unknown Joe Louis won three fights, two by knockout, on his way to claiming the world heavyweight boxing championship.  Then, in 1936, the building’s owners, looking to cash in on the growing popularity of roller skating, converted the Arcadia into a roller rink.  It continued to operate as a roller rink through the next two decades.  During the late 1950s, the Chicago Westerners of the women’s professional roller derby league played some of their home matches at the Arcadia Gardens. 
In the early morning hours of Sunday, January 4, 1959, an extra-alarm fire destroyed the building.


 Walter Early paints Elsie's portrait, 1939 World's Fair.

Moo.


Demetre Ski Clothing.
 

 Bell's Buffalo Soap.  Early 1900's, purpose of product is unclear to say the least.  Oh.  Bell's is out of Buffalo New York, hence the name.
 

 The Carfax Car Fox.


Africa Jones - Reckitt Benkiser


Besse, Besse And Company.  Victorian era.  Cheap clothing.
 

 The Hamm's Bear


The defunct Hipmunk Chipmunk.


Chilitan, Susaki, a city.  Kōchi Prefecture, Japan.  Chilitan is an otter with a turtle for a hat.


Duracell.
 


Energizer.



Buzz the Bee, Honeynut Cereal.


Joe Camel.  Mascot use ended in 1997.


The Trix Rabbit, tweaking hard.



100% GIGO.


Bizarre reasoning and concept.  Bon Ami metal polish.


The Hundreds clothing for, er...men.


Orangina.
 


The Quik Bunny.


Hello, Sailor!
 

 Alexsander Orlov the Meerkat, ComparetheMarket.com, commonly confused with CompareTheMeerkat.com.  A shout out to 
 
Big way to go and nice work! 


Animals that appear human are an international business.


Too much monkey business.

 

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