“Wouldn’t I be silly to make it myself?”
“Go to all that bother.. when Campbell’s is so homey and nourishing? Not me!”
“When I was a little girl I remember we always made our own vegetable soup. Mother used to devote just hours to to it. But one day when she was rushed, she tried Campbell’s Vegetable Soup. My dad’s not so easy to please, but he ate a bowlful, and then another. Since the Mother has served Campbell’s… and Dad’s been as pleased as a kid!
“I’m married now myself and — well, we young-marrieds all feel that same way. I mean why bother to make vegetable soup when Campbell’s Vegetable Soup is so wonderful — a grand-tasting beef stock and all those fifteen garden vegetables. Why, every time I serve it my husband says: ‘Gosh, darling, this is really swell!’ And what better music can a wife hear than that? Now I ask you!”
The caption by the freaky little fat kid reads:
“I am sorry for my dolly, she’s hungry as can be. Inside of her is sawdust – but good soup’s inside of me!
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Correction: Written by whiskey shit-faced Mad Men. Possibly tripping on acid.
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I did shovel a can of soup down my gullet as per usual. Today, it was Progresso Chicken & Herb Dumpling. I just saw the "Herb" on the label and reached for it. It's just been one of those weeks. Well, fool me once, shame on — shame on you. Fool me — you can't get fooled again.
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