(This is a hilarious site, full of disturbing visuals from an old magazine the web geek happened to have. The archive is full of many such sites.)
Ah, the dimly-recalled wonderland of a half-century ago, when ads in the backs of magazines shouted “BOYS! Learn to MOUNT BIRDS!” just as loudly as they could. When cloud chambers were sold to children. Not chambers full of water vapor where you might get condensation, but chambers to send charged subatomic particles through where you might get cancer. Oh, and they also sold geiger counters. Presumably so little Johnny could listen to that crazy hep beat coming off his jumping nads.
When you get hungry from all that, you could eat a big ol’ nutburger. I’m not going to take the cheap shot, I’m sure all you zombies are perfectly able to.
No, wait. We still suck on Uncle Joe’s Mint Balls. Uncle Joe’s Mint Balls Keep You All Aglow.
At least Mars will never be Red. It will be Godly. And we’ll all grow up to find spacecraft as common as jets are now, the Year of Our Lord 1965. And remember kids, if we keep the Commies at bay, the future is only three decades away! Hooray!
Gadfly: Your ASCII art notwithstanding, I can access the pages just fine. The external links on the pages are mostly dead, but the pages themselves all load just fine.