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Here’s what Andy had to say about this:
Gratefully posted with admiration to Paul Malon and his incredible collection .
I took some slamming lessons from raphy . Fun, but not as much as undressing Mrs. Cleaver on the left.
I enjoyed making the kid puke and multiplying the images of the creepy fat guy in the maroon jacket. Look! He has a family now!
Update: Here’s the original ad:
You know… sometimes I think how much more boring the world’d be if Andy went to see an opthamalogist for that astigmatism…
😉
Kidding, of course — I really enjoy his work.
“Undressing Mrs. Cleaver” sounds like a good name for an art house movie.
I keep trying to look at Mrs. Cleaver, and ignore that abomination.
I’ll never be able to look at Barbara Billingsley quite the same again! 😉
That’s kind of how I saw her all the time anyway.
I just noticed where her feet are.
She must be seven feet tall!
Or the big truck landed on someone else and her feet are about to curl up and vanish like the wicked witch in Wizard Of Oz.
No judgements; just observations.
Smokin’ hot June!
I don’t know Andy, but I’m guessing that’s him in the foreground. And Mrs. Cleaver would never wear that bottom, it shows her navel!
May June in July! 😍 👙
Mrs. Cleaver always looks so nice wearing pearls.
“Good morning Mrs. Cleaver.”
“Hello Eddie.”
“My, but aren’t those pearls the perfect compliment to your lovely outfit.”
“Thank you Eddie.”
Not tall enough, if that monstrosity was meant as commentary on the average new truck being sold today…
Quite a visual comparison to this one of the truck in red and in a winter setting. No women smoking, no fat guys, no barfing.
He changed the cars in front and behind as well. Caddy and Olds in place of Pontiac and Buick.
Here’s the original:
https://www.flickr.com/photos/paulmalon/10437502566/in/photolist-gUjVSN-o971wa-9BgbwS-9ATZJP-7RzWBu-7RwG2V
(it’s too big to attach as an image)
If the 50s had modern sensibilities
Love the artwork. The vehicle looks like an embryonic Futurliner.
I’m not sure that’s a good thing.
I agree, it looks like a 1950’sFutureLiner .
As far as Mrs. Cleaver, maybe I should leave that alone .
Carry on Andy ! .
-Nate
The real Mrs. Cleaver with a heater and probably pulling a bottle of gin out of the picnic basket.
The kid barfs in reaction to the truck is priceless. Ironically he eventually becomes a designer for Chevrolet and is the genius behind the design of the SSR, a retractable hardtop convertible pickup.
“Hey Beaver.”
“Hey Larry”
“Beaver, I saw your mother downtown today wearing hardly any clothes.”
“No foolin’ Larry”
“No foolin’ Beaver. She even made me feel funny right where I had my operation.”
The kid puking reminds me of my first visit to DC’s National Mall in the summer of 1957. The heat and humidity got to me!
At least the pick up bed is nice and low. Great work!
Hysterical! I love the dangling cigarette from Mrs. Hottie. More ads should be like this one – we call it truth in advertising. It beats the young women made to look older and wearing wraps on their shoulders with elegant gowns as they carefully scrutinize the new model. This cigarette smoker speaks the truth. Maybe a few children with ice cream cones dripping on the truck would add truth to the ad. Great job, Andy!
Hey Wally.
What Lumpy?
I saw your Mom today down at Metzger’s field wearing only her underwear.
Well I saw your Dad staring at my Mom again, hands in his pants pocket, and boy were they moving back and forth.
Wally, didn’t your Mom tell my Dad never to have his hands in his pants pockets when he was around her? Why do you think she says that?
Beats me.
Lumpy, I don’t think your Dad ever listens to her or anybody.
Hey Wally, let’s go get a malt.
OK