My grandfather had a bar down in his basement in the 50s/60s. Along with this fantastic Ballantine Beer swizzle-stick holder, I’m now in possession of these incredibly stupid —but vintage!— novelty signs. Ho-ho-ho. They’re out in the garage over my workbench now. The first one is actually quite a nice illustration on cardboard. The other two are stickers applied to balsa wood. The second one’s art style is poo; the third is pretty nice – reminds me of classic MAD magazine, sort of.
It’s amazing how much charm shitty jokes can acquire with a few decades of dust liberally applied.