Today, I bring you everyone’s symbol of love and romance…GUNS.
At least this little skunk is killing himself for love, and not the object of his skunkish affections. But this next one is worse. It appears to have instructions for how to do away with yourself (and a happy ending, thank goodness).
I really have to wonder about the level of frustration in the lives of designers of vintage valentines. I’m getting a little weirded out.
I don’t know how these tie in with the idea of romance, either. Cannibalism and butchery shouldn’t be part of the romance plan, should it? Were all the designers of vintage valentines secretly serial killers?
My intention is to do a future post devoted to hotdog valentines, which figure prominently in the vintage valentine lexicon of love. But I’ve included the ones with people and hotdogs here, because, well, meat. However, we have steaks, baloney, wurst and hotdogs, and…veal. But let’s start with a lovingly rendered slice of marbled beef, because I know that says romance to so many.
Kinda grooving on the baloney slicer, I won’t lie. I’m sure the true bonds of love are formed with sausage links when, for instance, you cook breakfast for someone. Okay, maybe not. However I do love this one. Especially that little dog. The rubber gloves, the cleaver, the deranged grin, the oddly clean apron–Boy, I bet that guy gets a lot of dates.
A VEAL THEMED VALENTINE?? That one just makes me sad.
Some romantic vintage Valentines with overt references to acts of cannibalism. YOU’RE WELCOME.
I’m aware that the next Valentine is racially offensive. Believe me, I found three more that were so much worse.
Seriously, what was the point of these? Why were they entertaining? CAN SOMEONE EXPLAIN PLEASE!
Hoping your Valentine’s Day includes no cauldrons.