In America there are two classes of travel – first-class, and with children. Traveling with children corresponds roughly to traveling third-class in Bulgaria. They tell me there is nothing lower in the world than third-class Bulgarian travel.
In a world where advertising text is often predictable and bland, this passage jumped out as I leafed through a 1966 copy of Better Homes and Gardens. Modern sensitivities dictate that no company would disparage an entire nationality in advertising copy, so the passage seems rather unusual for a car ad. Yet printed in large italicized script, it was clearly intended to be the ad’s focus. There must be a story behind this, I thought.
After reading the italicized paragraph about Bulgarian travel for a second time, I noticed that the passage is attributed to Robert Benchley, a renowned humorist of the early 20th century. Given that no further description is provided along with Benchley’s name, he was presumably recognized by most people in 1966, even though he had passed away 21 years earlier. But despite his notoriety, he seems an unlikely spokesman for a mid-1960s station wagon. So, let’s take a look at who Robert Benchley was, and how one of his many quips might have made its way into a Ford advertisement.
Robert Charles Benchley was a “humorist” whose sardonic wit poked fun at both the mundane and the absurd. Born in 1889 into a middle-class Worcester, Massachusetts family (his father worked as a clerk at City Hall), Benchley benefited from a bump up the social ladder when a family acquaintance paid for him to attend a prep school, and then Harvard University. From there he transitioned into New York City’s literary world, becoming an author, drama critic and actor.
Of his many vocations, though, it was as a writer that he found enduring fame. Benchley wrote short essays, often for The New Yorker or Life, usually accompanied by parodic illustrations. Cynical outtakes on daily life became Benchley’s specialty, and his most natural role was as a critic of modern lifestyles. In his writings, he complained about everything, using straightforward and energetic language (he was once called “the father of the Rant against all things inanimate”). In modern terms, he was akin to Andy Rooney, and in reading Benchley’s essays, one can almost hear Rooney’s voice saying them.
One of Benchley’s countless essays was an article on travelling with children that first appeared in the early 1920s under the title Kiddie-Kar Travel. In it, Benchley details the hassles of traveling via train with small children – from surviving the glares of fellow passengers to dealing with urgent trips to the restroom.
Kiddie-Kar Travel begins with our featured sentences about Bulgaria, though Bulgaria is never mentioned again in the article, or – as far as I can tell – in any of Benchley’s other works.
Benchley passed away in 1945 at age 56. Had he lived longer, he would have found many more topics to grumble about; the increasing role of cars in daily life would have undoubtedly been one of them. Benchley often mocked his own lack of mechanical ability, and admitted to being frustrated by anything more complicated than a pencil sharpener. Automobiles were far outside of his area of interest.
Twenty years after Benchley’s death, traveling with kids increasingly occurred via car, and more specifically, station wagon – large baby boom families and increasing suburbanization made wagons the vehicle of choice. And Ford was on top of the wagon game in the 1960s.
Ford’s 1966 wagon offerings included vehicles for many needs and price ranges – including the compact Falcon and the larger Fairlane. At the pinnacle, though, stood the luxurious Country Squire, almost in a class by itself.
In marketing their station wagons, carmakers in the 1960s faced the same problem experienced by manufacturers of other consumer goods – namely that so many products were being pushed on the swelling ranks of middle class families that it was hard to stand out in the crowd.
All kinds of products were sold with the promise that they would make families’ lives simpler or more enjoyable. Throughout the 1960s, families bought consumer goods like never before, enjoying everything from frost-free refrigerators to new products for the home (wonderful electric heat!).
Station wagon ads, as one would expect, often appeared similar regardless of the manufacturer. Such ads characteristically featured playful children, calm-looking parents, and focused on the featured wagon’s utility and attributes. Though retro-cool now, these wagon ads came across as uninteresting and repetitive at the time. In an effort to stand out a bit from a crowded field, Ford employed in 1966 an age-old tactic with which to get people’s attention: Humor.
A handful of witty wagon ads came out of Ford’s advertising agency, such as one depicting the Country Squire’s 8-ft. long cargo area as a bowling alley, and another featuring a husband vs. wife packing list for all 100 cu. ft. of storage capacity. While considered modest humor by today’s standards, these ads likely stood out from a crowded advertising field fifty years ago.
Rounding out a trio of humorous ads was the Benchley/Bulgaria ad. Like most Ford advertisements of the day, this one ran in national magazines for about two months, in the summer of 1966. The ad’s picture prominently featured the requisite playful children, shown here using the Country Squire’s dual facing rear seats.
Following the Benchley quote, shown on the right-hand side, smaller text promoted some of the Country Squire’s features, said to “elevate travel with children to at least second-class!”
Robert Benchley still had legions of fans in the 1960s, spanning multiple generations. Books compiling his short essays were printed decades after his passing, and for many people, sprinkling Benchley quotes in speech or writing brought the same satisfaction as sprinkling Winston Churchill quotes. Quite possibly, an employee at the J. Walter Thompson advertising agency (which produced the ad) was a Benchley fan, and thought of connecting the Kiddie-Kar Travel quotation with a full-size station wagon, the kiddie travel embodiment of its day.
Incidentally, Benchley’s name appeared in at least one other posthumous advertisement – this 1952 Ballantine Ale ad in which Ernest Hemingway credits the late humorist for introducing him to Ballantine, which at the time was one of America’s best-selling beers. The advertising agency that created the Ballantine ad was also J. Walter Thompson.
Regardless of the strategies employed to sell it, Country Squire owners did travel well, and could at least use part of the wagon’s cavernous interior to provide some separation between them and their other passengers. The Country Squire was one of suburbia’s favorite wagons in the 1960s, and regardless of the extent to which our featured ad helped the Country Squire, sales continued to be strong throughout the decade.
As for Bulgaria, there is no indication that the nation, or its small American diaspora objected to the ad in 1966. But the nation’s small size and its location beyond the Iron Curtain made it unlikely that any such objection would be noticed.
However, if Bulgaria held any ill-will toward Ford, it has long been forgotten, and in 1992 the country issued a Curbside Classic stamp set, featuring, among other cars, a Форд Ескорт (Ford Escort). All is forgiven, apparently.
As for the ad itself, hopefully it (and its backstory) brought our readership some enjoyment today. If not, Robert Benchley would probably grumble about people like us who overanalyze simple things. For as Benchley once said, “Defining and analyzing humor is a pastime of humorless people.” And for anyone who thinks that traveling with children is tiresome, traveling with humorless people is much, much worse.
“Robert Benchley still had legions of fans in the 1960s…”
Quite true. Selections of his work were required reading during my high school years (1965-69). So, for that matter, was Hemingway.
I refuse to travel or hang with with humorless people entirely. Life is too damned short not to laugh at it (and one’s self) once in a while. I have Eastern European blood and never got offended by the word “hunky” for example. And besides this ad uses a line that mocked Bulgarian travel, not Bulgarian people. If the ad had said “Nothing is worse than driving in Pittsburgh” as a Pittsburgher, I’d laugh……. because it’s true!
Remember the uproar a couple of decades ago when an artist named a sculpture “Hunky Steelworker” at the Three Rivers Arts Festival? That was one of the first episodes of rampant political correctness I’d heard of in western PA. Early Nineties if my memory is hold true.
I’ll take the Fort Pitt and Fort Duquesne Bridges over Mass Rt. 128 any day!
Parkway East outbound at rush hour…different story.
Just the car we had as a kid. Remember vividly my mom had to do an evasive maneuver making a maximum hard left then right turn, and the car went up on two wheels. Total “whoa” moment. Startled us quite a bit. Happy to be alive after that.
My family had a 64 Country Squire VERY similar to the one pictured. Ours was the same white with a red interior, had 3 seats, but unlike this one it had the 289….with “three on the tree” AND selectable overdrive.
While my many aunts and uncles drove Ford wagons, our 64 was the only Country Squire and no one owned a 66 wagon…though my father would trade the Squire for a 66 LTD 4 door hardtop.
I can’t imagine ANYONE deciding to buy a car that any humorist “endorsed”, quite the reverse. But give that ad agency props for going WAAAY outside the box for ad copy.
“I’m Pauly Shore. I don’t always drive cars, but when I do, I always drive….”
Wow, does this ever strike gold with me and on more than one level. The car in the ad nearly duplicates the 66 Squire that my father got new, only ours had that black vinyl interior that really sizzled in the summer (in a car without air conditioning.)
But more than that, I was (and remain) a huge Robert Benchley fan. You remind me today that I have not picked up one of his books in decades, but really need to again.
Benchley’s writing drifted off a bit through the 30s and 40s after he became a minor Hollywood star. He made many short films which are still worth watching. I just now re-watched his first, The Treasurer’s Report an early soundie from 1928.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=edlpn3CnqaQ
Who hasn’t sat through an excruciatingly boring financial report presented by someone with zero public speaking ability? Benchley made it an art form.
I was trying to remember the name of that bit. It’s fantastic.
I read quite a few Benchley pieces while researching this article — it was really my first introduction to his writing, and I thoroughly enjoyed it.
Two of his pieces that stick out in my mind were “Lesson Number One,” in which he details his struggle of learning to drive a car (written in the late 1910s, and the car had to be hand-cranked) and another (I forget the title) detailing Benchley’s hassles in getting his furnace started. Reading his books made me both grumpier and happier, if that’s possible.
The Treasurer’s Report video was terrific — thanks for sharing!
This is a fantastic piece. It ticks more than one box for me, as someone who loves cars, mid-century design and culture and vintage advertising. I also grew up reading early and mid 20th century humorists, both in magazines such as the New Yorker, and more often by digging through an endless trove of cast off reading materials at my grandparents home. There were so many of these guys out there (and women, as Erma Bombeck was of course a member of this club) at the time, writing scathing diatribes about all things modern. Today that kind of writing is a bit trite and smacks of self-aggrandizement, but at the time sharp-witted and sharp-tongued essays and editorials were the height of wit to some folks.
By contrast, I just read a piece earlier today by a modern blogger who aimed her venom at the questionable decorating choices made in the child’s bedroom in the book “Goodnight Moon”. I came away thinking, “Oh please, another self-important hipster wastes more of my time reading through her pre-pubescent rantings on a subject nobody could be bothered thinking about”. But I read it anyway, and it garnered ad revenues for the page it emanated from….so I guess the art is hardly lost, just maybe a little bit less appreciated than it once was.
Funny, I was just talking about Erma Bombeck earlier today in the context of a friend who just bought a house in a development where, as she put it, whenever you go out you need to post one of your kids on the front step so you can tell which house is yours.
The quote itself is mildly amusing, but the quip about elevating it at least to second class is the part that I like. Try something like that today and you’d be pilloried by the mommy brigade, among others.
Count me as another Benchley fan, although I rather prefer Thurber.
This article also resonates with me as a huge fan of huge Ford Squire wagons, and nostalgic for them, especially as my niece and nephew arrived for a visit last evening, accompanying their 7 month old baby.
I was -stunned- by the amount of equipment required by the modern baby.
This is a great research piece. Just goes to show when you start digging, you never know where you will end up.
What is most shocking about this ad to modern eyes is the lack of child seats (or even seat belts).
I can’t remember if Dad’s 66 had seat belts in those way-back seats. I know that we never used them. I don’t think rear seat belts were mandatory until the 1967 models in the US, so they may have been optional equipment.
And when I was looking at the picture for those seat belts, it was another Holy Crap moment – that little stuffed dog is an exact duplicate of one I had from infancy. I think it came with a cloth book that my mother read me a bazillion times, and then to my sister a bazillion more.
I recall the Ford wagons with rear-facing seats I rode in having only one seatbelt per side, on the side with the longer cushion (as seen in this ad), even though each side-facing seat was wide enough for two kids. There wouldn’t be much space for four pairs of feet though. Of course it was common back then to carry kids in the “way back” of two-seat wagons sitting cross-legged on the floor, which is how I rode in my neighbor’s ’66 Ford Country Sedan (cheaper version of Country Squire without di-noc, and a misnomer since it wasn’t a sedan at all).
We folded the rear seat of our two seat wagons down to make a large “playpen” for all of us on long trips.
Nice piece and that Ford is really very stylish!
Even though I was born in 1957, I became, in my teens, very interested in popular culture of the past. Through my interest in the Marx Brothers I became acquainted with the Algonquin Round Table and Robert Benchley. He has been a great influence on my writing (and, no surprise, Dave Barry also credits him as an influence).
I was introduced to the Algonquins via ‘Harpo Speaks’. To this day the funniest book I ever read.
That was a really enjoyable detour.
I’ve heard of Robert Benchley but was completely unfamiliar with his work. I doubt he actually had anything against Bulgaria, and Ford probably figured there weren’t enough Bulgarian expats in America to worry about, and any that were here might even agree with third-class travel there not being up to par, at least back then.
The Frigidaire shown was a General Motors product incidentally. They made some GM car air conditioners back in the day too.
Love that Frigidaire ad. Models in “space helmets” showing off the latest space age Gemini 19 with The Power Capsule compressor.
I grew up right in the middle of this era of space age consumer advertising. Tang was a horrible tasting substitute for orange juice.
My wife and I traveled in Bulgaria three years ago. Outside of tourist areas, not too many people spoke English, but we didn’t have any problems with that. It was interesting. Some parts were beautiful. We could drink the water. The people we met were friendly. And, it’s much less expensive than a lot of other places in Europe.
So I have mixed feelings about this because I’ve always liked Ford wagons too.
The Bulgarians brew a pretty good beer.
I DID very much enjoy this article. Sometimes it just seems to flow from you. Thank you.
As for Benchley, I am 62 (actually typed 620, then corrected!) and have never heard of him. The last name rang a bell, though. Looked it up – according to Wiki – Peter Benchley was his grandson.
Lastly, the ex and I were “car” shopping in 1988, my Ford years. I cross-shopped the Aerostar vs.a Country Squire. I was taken by the fact that apparently one can place a 4X8 piece of anything in the wagon and still close the tailgate. Never tried it but remember measuring it. I was smitten. The ex was having none of it, however and the Aerostar it was.
Speaking of 20th Century humorists endorsing cars, here’s Jean Shepherd for Gogglemobl:
https://shepquest.files.wordpress.com/2013/10/1959goggo_ad.jpg
Also, my next door neighbors had a ’66 Country Squire, which was later replaced by a ’73
As a side note, a 1967 Country Squire was the get away car in the movie “Thomas Crown Affair” with Steve McQueen and Faye Dunaway. The Squire was the perfect escape vehicle because the police would have been looking for something more racy. I guess it fit into the above advertising.
I thought that it was odd that one shot in the movie showed a headlight of the Ford CS. The headlight looked like the “Lucas Flame Throwers” sold by JC Whitney.
I think that there was another close-up headlight shot of a different car, but with the same sort of headlight.
“Celebrate, get a new car…a wagon, a Ford…the one with the wood on the sides”
Somewhat aware of Benchley, but now more so, thanks to this pleasantly different post. Watched the video and a couple of others. He definitely had a shtick.
I’ve owned three of the cars on those stamps !
Oddy in contrast to the three Ford ads, J Walter Thompson had a reputation for being staid, earning the nickname (in the industry) of J Walter Tombstone.
While you’d never see that ad today, social media is sardonic to the point of nausea. Perhaps a backlash to overt political correctness everywhere else.
Interesting piece, I enjoyed it.
Those of us under the age of 60 probably cannot comprehend or appreciate the level of desirability of having a new (or nearly new) Ford station wagon in the driveway was for the WWII/Korean Conflict generations. It was the equal of today’s Escalade or Range Rover.
A Ford wagon was a symbol of middle class affluence, of near luxury, of “making it”. Just what those Americans who grew up in the 1930’s Great Depression, fought in WWII (the “war to end all wars”) and then in the “Korean Conflict” felt was their due, their payback for all those years of suffering and scrimping.
So true, Mark. However, the lust did extend to about any wagon, Ford or other. I remember growing up and having Pontiac Safaris, Fairlane Squires, and Coronet wagons, while the neighbors clamshell Kingswood Estate was drool inducing. If you had a Vista Cruiser, a Colony Park, or any of the many dinoc trimmed wagons, you told the world you had arrived. With kids.
The ad copy was written by Gene A. Hill, who worked at J.Walter Thompson and handled the Ford account. (He also did the Ford Mustang ads.) In the picture, I am the little girl with the large lollipop in the back, my sister is in plaid/collage and my best friend was the girl dressed in white in the middle.
Considering the challenges we presented our parents while traveling, it comes as no surprise! We went everywhere with dogs and I was frequently car sick. I was just showing my daughter her grandfather’s ads and came upon this. One of my favorites of my dad’s was an ad for a really terrible bourbon, the copy simply said, “If you can find a better bourbon, buy it.” 🙂
Jennifer, thank you so much for this history! As you can tell, the ad really fascinated me, as did many Ford ads of the time… I’m sure your dad had a part in many of them.
And I have to wonder how many pictures of the three of you were taken to come up with this nearly perfect shot used in the picture?
I remember those giant lollipops well — my grandmother had a picture of me with one of those lollipops in her house for decades.