#Old Dutch cleanser

[lisamarie-vee]

#vintage advertising #old dutch cleanser #photoplay #1910s

[thejazzera]

Old Dutch Cleanser ad, 1921

Scanned from Taschen's "All-American Ads of the 20s".

#1920s #fashion #magazine #advertising

[twothpaste]

(kumatora fick snippet below the cut feat. duster)

Duster n' OJ have a sleeper sofa. It's probably, by a rough landslide, the most luxurious thing they own. 'Sides the instruments, of course. Like the Corolla, it hails from a Craigslist ad. Like the rest of their shit, it's got about a dozen things wrong with it. Pain in the ass to unfold. Creaks when ya roll over. Smells a little funny. Not that ya really notice, given it muddles with the apartment's general funk. Cigarettes they don't smoke, dogs they don't own, and moldy cheese linger like ghosts ya just can't bust. Er. Well. The latter pungence might be on account of the resident bassist himself, come to think of it.

The twins are a snoozy pile of ratty old blankets. Claus' residual arm, an unwitting pillow. Lucas huddles close in his sleep. Soon as he's zonked out, his gangly, awkward, half-grown limbs inevitably give way to the unconscious cling. There's this one Pokemon. It's called Komala. Kuma's got it on a phone charm. Souvenir gift from Mixolydia's Japan trip, last summer.

It dangles from her sweatpants pocket, now, casting a faint shadow onto grungy off-white tiles. The kitchen's built like the world's shittiest limousine. A bullet train long, and a Subway sandwich wide. Lack of insulation beckons drafty chills from the window - which the architects had no right to cram into such a miserable sliver of wall in the first place. A fine layer of grease coats most inches of most surfaces. OJ's tried to tame it. Sweaty tank top. Dollar store scrub brush. Old Dutch Cleanser. All to no avail. It's the grime's abode. They're just livin' in it. 'Til their lease is up, that is.

Little does Kumatora know, a standard is being set. Couple years from now, she'll be sharing a pretty little duplex with four unruly roommates. By the end of their lease, they'll be at each others' throats like cats n' dogs. After the bloodbath, she and Lucas, broke n' broker, will claim a sardine can not unlike this one. The place is out there, right now. Accumulating wear and tear, as we speak. Stovetop burner that don't work. Crack in the bathroom wall. Present tenants bitchin' to the landlord about the faulty A/C, as if Mr. Phil T. Apartments has any intention of havin' it fixed within the next decade. These things'll be waiting for them. And, somehow, despite every pipe leak and mouse squeak? Kuma's gonna find it all quaintly comforting.

She ain't thinkin' 'bout that, though. Ain't got a crystal ball. Never could read those fuckin' tea leaves. She's staring outside, lookin' for stars she can't see. Peering through that frosty little window, watchin' the snow flurries pour down over a pothole-littered lot. Perched like an alleycat. Fat ass on the countertop. Kitten-print socks hovering, with sickly gray smudged along the bottoms. Rollerblade vertigo swirls the meat around in her skull.

In her left hand, she wields a 50ml shot bottle of Captain Morgan.

Duster, who's sharper than he looks by quite a steep margin, had spotted her pilfering it, a few hours prior. Chipped nailpolish breaching the stark red lining of a Target shelf. Didn't mention it, then. And won't, now. Even as he watches the yellowish swill descend down her gullet. She's four winters short of liquor-legal. Three, next month. Conversely - he's thirty-nine Septembers sober.

A wisened insomniac, he treads lightly. Still, she catches the floorboards creaking from a mile away. White spots, on the perked backs of a tiger's ears. The corner of her eye is a threat. He heeds it. Saint's patience. Keeps a full limousine's distance, between their dark silhouettes.

"Y'can keep runnin', if y'want."

If you can imagine the quiet crinkle of a brown paper bag, you can hear him, too. Ain't nothin' inside but off-brand groceries and humble intentions. The soles of his shoes, sittin' by the front door, are worn awful thin.

"But. It won't do ya any good. I learnt the hard way, y'know."

"The hell do you know about it?"

Her growl snaps at his heels. A curious rumble, as low as it is sharp. Resides somewhere liminal, between cub and beast. The adolescent must now set out on its own, to stake its claim on a territory, David Attenborough would say. Peering through jungle fronds, all Duster can dare to offer is a piece of meat. Pint of blood. Some bones to gnaw on.

"I jus' don't want ya to hurt yerself, is all."

Slitted eyes regard her friend with wary vengeance. Stiff frame. Capran scruff. The old goat's hooves, clattering bravely upon her lonesome dominion. His gnarled hands, perfectly still. Once upon a time, he'd been the one to gently pry scavenged hazards from her toddling paws. Shaving razor. Pair of scissors. Wess' cigars - remember? Now, there's no nip at her sleeve. No use tryin' to tug anything outta her claws' grip. She's grown now. She knows the score. She calls the shots! Y'hear..!?

So be it.

"Fuck off, Duster."

He hangs still and silent for a fleeting moment. As if to a sheer cliffside. Careful consideration given to each minute, faintly-creaking motion. He bleats back nary a protest. Only a humbly nodding "Mmh." Teeters back toward the hallway's pitch black. Hand on the wall, to steady himself.

He'll do just that. If she demands.

White flakes of solitude pour down yet heavier, just beyond the window.

'Bout an hour later, he finds her squeezed along the edge beside Lucas, snoring away. Huddled tight to herself, with the sheets unpilfered. Yanked not even an inch to cover her goosebump-riddled arms.

Before he returns to OJ, Duster ventures, silent as the night, into the living room closet. Calloused hands reach high, to the topmost shelf. Fetch an extra blanket, and ferry it down. He drapes it so gently over her shoulders, she doesn't even stir.

#i suspect i'll be chipping away for a long while still #it's intermission 6 baybeeeee #2thprose

[advpulse]

Time to do some mine exploring. ⛏ The ‘Old Dutch Cleanser’ and ‘Holly Ash’ Mines feature an intricate patchwork of tunnels, some dug several hundred feet into the ground, that lay evidence to the many thousands of tons of material pulled out of the mountain between the 1920s and 50s. The material mined was a soft mineral called pumicite, which is used in Comet-like cleaning products. Just one of the interesting spots we visited during Revzilla Get On! ADV Fest in the Mojave Desert.

#Mojave Desert #Revzilla #Get On ADV Fest #REV'IT! #GIVI #Explore #Adventure Bike #Dual Sport

[desolateice]

Food of “Root Beer Floats and Green Tea” part 5 chapters 78- 110

Welcome to TKK3 arc

Fresh honey from Dutch’s Pizza at Mr. Miyagi’s Little Trees Early morning runs with wheat-grass protein smoothies with Dutch and Jessica Dutch’s tropical smoothie with spinach, kale, and protein powder. Daniel’s chocolate and peanut butter banana smoothie Johnny’s acai berry drink

Mr. Miyagi’s congratulations on the opening of your shop: champagne-style sake from the Lawrence's.

Johnny’s breakfast at a old-fashioned diner and with his mom and she had gotten them both big breakfast platters with pancakes, eggs, bacon, fruit, and toast.

Babysitter Johnny’s mac and cheese with cut up hot dogs

After taekwondo tournament hole in the wall celebratory pizza tradition. Daniel’s brunch with Laura: her bloody mary, Daniel’s eggs

Green tea and Mrs. LaRusso’s pie made by Daniel Halloween at the Brown’s House: Bobby’s monster mash pancakes, skeleton cookies Ohio lemon shaker pie Bobby’s lemon pie Daniel’s Mom’s blueberry pie

ghost cookie Frankenstein's monster bar grave parfaits Candy lollipops shaped like different monsters and severed limbs gingerbread homes scale models of paris and story books “There were so many cupcakes under the domes on the cake plates. Ghost toppings, some that looked like they were bleeding, and one with little candy witch's feet sticking out of it. “ Laura’s housewarming Halloween party: She hired a bartender to work on bubbling punch and alcoholic cocktails out in the garden and got cupcakes and sweets from the Browns and a catering company had made themed finger food.  snacks, candied apples, and finger food, mocktails: Johnny had a dark purple almost black drink (made with juice and not vodka)

Mrs. Lawrence’s pumpkin muffins Trick or treats with the kids, no king size candy bars (though Mrs. Lawrence had those), Apples and mini bags of baby carrots. and raisins. The Browns give out: popcorn balls and king-sized candy bars.

Scampagnata Eggplant Parmesan Melanzane alla parmigiana sandwiches croquettes pasta salad, and there are fruit and cherry tomatoes. wine torta rustica pajeon Fancy pancakes from the cafe for Jessica’s goodbye breakfast Beach ice cream for broken hearted Californian boys Birthday dinner part 1: A cold soup  was brought out on a bowl of dry ice so the whole thing smoked, crackled, and popped.  Tiny salad all wrapped up in a slice of cucumber like it was a bite-size salad, sorbet palate cleanser, eclairs, chocolate soufflé

Hotel breakfast: pancakes, eggs, sausage or bacon, and juice.

Ma’s birthday surprise mac and cheese

Mr. Miyagi’s chocolate cake Jessica’s Buckeyes Cobra make up birthday soccer lunch: Jimmy’s grilled hotdogs, Cookie dough birthday cake

After Daniel’s win celebration from the Browns:

 Lemon Blueberry cake with cream cheese frosting recipe    some tea cookie recipes Alcoholic rum and root beer floats

Cobra’s break in breakfasts: Dutch’s omelets with lots of vegetables Dutch’s favorite coffee: add one pack of hot chocolate and 3  cups of Irish creamer. Bobby: Cinnamon Rolls Jimmy’s corned beef and hash Tommy’s waffles Dutch’s other eggs: frittatas and quiches Bobby was making pancakes filled with cinnamon and chocolate chips. Chozen’s breakfast: eggs Mr. Miyagi had made sometimes, rice, soup, grilled fish, a cucumber salad, and pickles and Nattō Dutch portrait sitting breakfast spread of: pancakes, eggs, sausage, bacon, hashbrowns and muffins Mr. Miyagi’s Pork and taro leaves, cook for hours so becomes soft, smoked  from when he lived in Hawaii Lucille’s pre-flight to Newark breakfast: scrambled eggs and bacon and blueberry muffins Johnny’s coffee trip in Newark: ordered Daniel a cup of coffee with a dash of cream and one for himself that was a mocha Dinner at Nonnio and Nonnia’s: chicken and pesto penne, a pot roast with artichokes and sun-dried tomatoes, a salad with bread, tomato, cucumber, basil and onion, and focaccia.

Sandwiches with baby LaRusso’s and Johnny’s first attempt at mac and cheese. Ali’s brunch at the country club: egg with lobster and caviar. There were also raspberry pancakes (this recipe is for lemon raspberry pancakes) with gold leaf.

The girls and Chozen go to In-N-Out: animal style burgers, fries and drinks S’mores made by Chozen on the leftover Cobra Kai pamphlets Lemonade from Laura for the guys + Chozen working on her garden and making a pond and Conchas Pizza and beer with Chozen and the ex cobras Mint chocolate chip ice cream on the beach

Part 1  | Part 2 | Part 3  | Part 4 |

#root beer floats and green tea #food of root beer floats and green tea #long post #photos from unsplash a free use website

[wildbeautifuldamned]

1916 Old Dutch Household Cleanser Victorian Window Shade Rug Tile Floor 8726 ebay labellas_rare_vintage

#ad #dutch #mascot #tile #cleanser

[adamfinchley]

Five of the best bacteria that are friends

Statistics is a wonderful weapon that can easily be manipulated to suit whatever the required result. It is usually considered a branch of mathematics, but in philosophy it is also known as a question of probability. Although its origins go back many centuries to ancient civilisations, the first hard evidence is in the form of a book written by a German doctor in the mid-seventeenth century. In that case, he mostly wrote about the statistical probability in relation to political events. The word statistics, comes from the German language. All statistical models come from a base of known hard facts. The rest is then, conjecture.

In medicine, everything that humans knew was thrown up in the air when a Dutch cloth merchant built the first microscope, less than four hundred years ago, capable of seeing bacteria. With scrapings from between the teeth of some old man, he was the first to see 'little animals' and with that, a whole new science of microorganisms was launched.

Later, when it was realised that trillions of them lived in our gut, it was assumed that they were invaders that could not possibly be good for us, and should be destroyed. When penicillin was created just a hundred years ago, it was a genius way to kill off bad bacteria and saved millions of lives from then on. If it killed off all the other bacteria inside our gut, then surely that was a good thing? Except we now know it isn't. Much of our bacteria is symbiotic, and good for us. Many of the best are even cultured in laboratories to be used as a boost in the form of supplements. Supplements like Fivelac contain five of the best digestive bacteria and can act like a intestinal cleanser by encouraging activity to increase flow. Fivelac also happens to be a great help for anyone suffering candida problems. The gut microbiome is not solely made of bacteria, it also contains fungi such as candida as well as viruses and others. It is linked closely to our brain activity as well as lying at the very heart of our immune and DNA beginnings. It is a combination of various factors that leads most of us to be eating food that is in many examples, devoid of the best nutrients. When someone tells you that tomatoes don't seem to taste as good as they did fifty years ago, or potatoes, or other crop, they are right.

Farmers are expected, and economically obliged, to grow more than their usual number of crops and soil is never allowed time to recover. Consequently, crops are expected to grow on increasingly depleted nutrient rich soil. The other main problem is our laziness that leads us to buy too many prepared frozen foods that are ultra-processed and full of unnecessary additives.They are not helping replenish those five good gut bacteria found in Fivelac and other useful supplements.

[sirstampinton]

Railway Wagon Railcar Scale Model Yellow Red Old Dutch Cleanser Railroad Modeling Design Collection Photo Prop ~ 20-01-256 by SirStampinton

22.95 USD

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[goshyesvintageads]

The Cudahy Packing Co, 1939

#Old Dutch cleanser #1939 #ad #vintage #bathtub #pink #Old Dutch #advertisement #cleanser #bathroom #cleaning #1930s

[thepopculturearchivist]

THE SATURDAY EVENING POST, December 14, 1929

#vintage advertising #vintage advertisement #1920s #1929 #christmas #santa claus #santa #old dutch cleanser

[driveintheaterofthemind]

Vintage Magazine - Saturday Evening Post (Oct08th1938)

Art by Norman Rockwell

#Vintage #Art #Illustration #Design #Magazines #Saturday Evening Post #Artists #Norman Rockwell #Ads #Advertising #Old Dutch #Old Dutch Cleanser #1938 #1930s #30s

[foxtreasures]

1930s Products Advertising Charm Bracelet

Fun, vintage charm bracelet with eight 3-D charms of 1930s products. The charms are of Old Dutch Cleanser, Sunshine Hi Ho Crackers, Pepsi-Cola, Mobil Oil, Ovaltine, Snider’s Catsup, Shredded Ralston and Heinz Homestyle Soups. 

(Found on worldeccentricitycharm.com)

#1930s #advertising #charms #charm bracelets #vintage #heinz #pepsi #shredded ralston #snider's catsup #ovaltine #mobil oil #old dutch cleanser #sunshine hi ho crackers #jewellery #jewelry #my posts #bracelets

[vintageadsmakemehappy]

1947 Old Duch Cleaner advertising

#1947 #old dutch #cleaner #cleanser #powder #vintage advertising #vintageadsmakemehappy #vintage magazine #magazine #advertising #1950s #50s #40s #1940s

[muttonchopsalley]

I was always creeped out by this as a kid. It looked like she was coming to whip children.

#Old Dutch Cleanser #nostalgia #creepy #childhoodfears #label #illustration

[vinylhazza]

hi morgan! i just thought of a headcanon idea and i wanted to send it to you! it kinda goes back to when gray had long hair. basically just different bullet points about how you play with his hair and how much you obsess over it. that’s all, don’t use it if you don’t like it! i love you and i hope you have an amazing day :)

okay!

sitting behind him with a brush while he watches tv on the floor in front of the couch, smoothing back the long unruly hair until his eyes get droopy and his head falls against your knee.

BRAIDS

MORE BRAIDS

i just can’t stop thinking about the braid honestly. at first it was your idea and you had to beg him for just a couple minutes to sit down and let you have some fun - but it quickly became his favorite time of day. he sits still while you’re twisting the hairs together maybe into some french or dutch braids. of course he would sport those braids proudly and even if he does get roasted for being simp enough to let you braid his hair, he stills wakes up shyly to you in the morning and asks you if you can can braid it for him before he works out.

having your arm stretched across the car and your hand behind his head while he’s driving, twisting the tendrels of soft chestnut hair around your fingers. you know it calms him down when he’s upset about something, but you honestly just love to twist and twirl his hair at any time and when he’s focused on other things beside you is the best - he seems to not hide the soft smile that comes with the pleasent feeling.

calling him “beatle boy” whenever you get a chance. your old school grandpa always said his longer hair reminded him of the beatles, and gifted him that nickname. it stuck even after your grandpas passing. in fact, it means a whole lot more now.

even if he won’t admit it, he for sure let’s you curl it when you’re bored and he ends up looking like shirley temple but it’s alright as long as you’ve got that beautiful smile plastered over your face

now i know you’ve been waiting for me to say something about tugging on that luscious long hair when he’s fucking you and let me tell you something...unreal. his shorter hair get’s the job done of course - but there is just something about grabbing a handful of the longer locks of hair and tugging right up close to his head that really get’s him (and you) moaning the loudest. maybe it hurts more and that’s why he likes it, or maybe it’s because you vocalize your love for his hair while he’s slamming his hips against yours and clenching his eyes closed tight at the whining tone to your voice.

“your hair looks pretty today” never thought you’d use the term ‘pretty’ for him but there you are blushing and attempting to cover up your embarassment with your hands. he loves that shit.

always makes you laugh when you catch him mid facial routine and he’s got this man bun with hairs flying out on the sides, soap on his face, pausing for a second when he notices you watching him. he looks ridiculous but maybe that’s why you like it so much. you try and sneak up behind him and tuck those fly-away pieces behind his ears whenever you get the chance, you know how much he hates his cleanser getting in his hair.

his wet hair right after the shower or swimming >>>

you get into the habit of picking him up some new headbands when you see some that catch your eye in a store. it gets to the point where he has a dedicated basket sitting in his closet full of headbands that you buy him.

that photo shoot? fuck yeah you know the one...that was for sure one crazy night after you got your hands on those pictures and neither of you deny it when asked that one time on a podcast when he promises to “not hold back” on any questions he might be asked. you watch with a tomato red face as he explain with minimal detail the aftermath of that photo shoot.

you kind of having to yell at him for hair in the drain

he gets a lot more attention with his longer hair and neither one of you are blind to it. you do your best to keep the jealously on the low and remember that you are the one that gets to play with his hair whenever you want and you are the one that get’s to have him when the day is done.

hope you like this babe ✨

#asks #gray headcanons #headcanons #grayson headcanon #also i love you too uwu

[wildbeautifuldamned]

1982 OLD DUTCH CLEANSER 4-14 Ceramic Tile TrivetWall Hanging ebay n2fitness2015

#dutch #tile #worker