Showing posts with label deluxe. Show all posts
Showing posts with label deluxe. Show all posts

Thursday, December 2, 2010

Sunday, July 26, 1953: Guess what's for dinner

Peanuts

Another mud pie strip. I don't think girls largely bother with mud pies anymore, but I can't bring myself to mourn this development. The only reason eating one of these would not cause food poisoning, I would think, is because it's not even food in the first place.

The word "de-luxe," meaning luxurious or opulent and nowadays usually represented as "deluxe," is one of those terms that the world of advertising has brought us. I'm not quite sure of its origins however, and a minute spent in Google doesn't clear the matter up much.