This poor girl. She’s blue. Literally. Despite her pretty boned, dress, elaborate coiffure and elegant pearl earrings, she’s just blue. Perhaps it’s because her whole world is blue. Literally. She’s so depressed she can barely open her eyes.
Why so sad, blue girl?
Well, perhaps it’s because she doesn’t have a Red Cross Range. Then, and only then, well…she’d be red. Or something.
The card was produced specifically for the “Co-operative Foundry Co.” of Rochester, New York.
Let’s see what the reverse says.
THE
Red Cross Range.
The past season’s trade only confirms the superiority
of this Range.
The Largest Oven in any Range!
THE HOUSEKEEPER’S DELIGHT!
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THE NEW SPECIALTY:
The “Red Cross” Patent Oven Rack!
MANUFACTURED BY
CO-OPERATIVE FOUNDRY CO.
ROCHESTER N.Y.
Since this young lady will never gave a Red Cross Range, and, therefore will never be able to smile, why don’t we see what she’d have to say for herself?
Let’s have a caption contest. We’ve not had one in awhile. Answers in the comments section, please.
20 comments:
The worst day ever! This has just been the worst day ever!
How could everything have gone so wrong?
I planned and planned everything .
It was going to be perfect, my hair, my earrings, even the bodice of my dress matched the iron scrollwork on the oven.
And then I went a step too far.
The tattoo!
It was supposed to say "O. Rack" to honor their new patent oven rack.
But no, the guy makes it A. Mack!
And now, I'm locked in the ice house turning blue instead of being the new Red Cross Range Girl.
Ha! Very clever. Just one of the many dangers of Victorian tattooing.
The weight of her hair seems to be hurting her neck.
Plus the corset.
She seems to be looking down at the straight razor she's holding,
Life without a Red Cross Range is hard.
Girl needs a drink, not a range.
Could be.
She's probably sad because her legs are numb from her corset.
I'm sure they are.
"Stick your head in a Red Cross Range."
They used that until 1890.
"With a Red Cross Range, you'll also get those healthful gas fumes that bring a smile to your lips."
All others are worthless.
The great great grandmother of the blue man group.
She uses her range to make music.
In the soft, bluish light of the moon, she marveled at how easy the New Red Cross Range made it to cook her husband...er...FOR her husband...
I'm sure he was delicious.
"When you get burned by one of our ranges, call the Red Cross."
By the way, just what is a Cooperative Foundry?? Is that one which doesn't pour melted metal all over your feet? Or is it a misprint for "Cooperative Foundation" which is a corset without whale bone?
So confused.
I wondered that myself, Dashwood. As the idea of "cooperative" entities has been a recurrent theme in my observations of the last week or so, I found the idea rather curious. I think it's a foundry wherein everyone brings their own metal and, then, they back zucchini bread. Or something.
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