That Mary! She's foxy.

My husband has long collected vintage magazines, and has had a couple dozen of them hanging out under the couch in the living room. When we got married and I started to nag him about storage space, he conceded in regards to the magazines, and has kindly been sorting, cleaning, storing and storytelling all day.

While he's toiling away in the dust, I've been flipping through some of the wackier titles (Deliniator is an odd name for a magazine) and came across this little advertising gem in a 1935 issue of…wait for it…Physical Culture—The Personal Problem Magazine.

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While I'll agree with Jim that restless nights do indeed count among our "personal problems," I must gently protest. I mean jeez, Mary! Let a brother live a little!