I’m crazy about the old WPA-style posters, and nowadays you can find reproductions online.
There are a couple I plan to buy for The Jedi’s bathroom, which I recently redid.
I love the retro-minimalist style of the art, plus they’re so appropriate for a bathroom.
As I was searching the web for more WPA art, I found that some of them are just hilarious — and weird. So, I rounded up a few for your enjoyment.
Syphilis is a recurring theme. It’s also THE ENEMY!
Try to imagine your workplace launching a campaign against syphilis. You know there would be some annoying secretary who would be bugging everyone about who they slept with over the weekend. Ugh!
But if you get it, don’t be ashamed …
Apparently, it’s the enemy of New York prisoners, too. The New York Department of Correction made this sign. Wha?
Then it says “Consult a reputable physician.” Is this the sign for on the way out of prison? Sorry you got VD while in prison, but don’t be ashamed! Make sure you see a reputable doctor. ThanksBye!
So, in this case, they want you to be ashamed. We can cure you, but you’ll always feel like a choad.
Ah, now here we go back to what America is good at — slut-shaming. She may look clean but she’s a filthy skank! You can’t beat the Axis if you get VD! But just a minute ago, you said you can cure it. WHICH IS IT, AMERICA?
On to America’s sad education …
John isn’t dull, he’s just blind. But he could be both. Ever think about that? Hmmm? I can’t see who made this sign, I guess because I’m just dull.
Poor dull John can have a career in the Navy if those pesky books are too much for him. I don’t think I’ve every seen a poster that says “don’t read.” Good job, Navy.
And housing …
Um … yeah. How did that work out? One kid has a gun — until planned housing! Now he just eats oranges. Or apples, or whatever.
This one falls into the category of “Loose lips sink ships.” But I can see it in the syphilis category, too. If you have the syph, Please keep it to yourself!
Again with the regret! Also, what the hell is going on in this picture? Are they dancing? Fighting? Are they going to regret having gay sex? If so …
Make sure you get your free FAG BAG!
Or this …
I don’t … I mean … WHAT ARE THEY DOING? She looks like she’s about to wear him out. Bend over honey. I’m going to show you how we mow the lawn around here!
Don’t worry, I prefer my whiskey to be gasoline-free. (Ew!)
I haven’t spent a lot of time in outhouses, but I I don’t remember them feeling all that sanitary. And they don’t keep out the flies.
Now, back to the war …
So many things to love about this: The blatant racism, the guilt to make you work faster, the menacing stare. WORK HARDER, lazy American! It’s your fault we’re not winning the war.
DON’T KISS THE BABY! I wonder how many children grew up with no kisses or hugs because of this awful campaign. I think many of them would rather have the TB than the distant scorn of their parents.
And my favorite of all …
Babies can’t go on strike, you useless excuse for a parent! If you child looked like the one in the poster, you might want to drop that sucker off at the nearest baby drop box and bolt. I think that’s the baby from “It’s Alive.”