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Rainier, s’il vous plait.
Ohhh, delightful. I seriously want a print of that.
Among the shitty beers, I was surprised recently how good Rainier is after not having one for probably 10 years.
Beer is pretty damn good source of folate, a B vitamin critical for neural development–thanks to the magic of fermentation and yeast.
Before the times of Wonderbread and vitamin-enriched everything, it was one of the few reliable sources….
Even though it’s brewed in California now, I still have a fondness for Rainier.
And the children are dancing around the Phallic symbol of the May pole beer bottle. No doubt all the little children will grow up to be beer drinking perverts. How wonderful.
What’s on the tray the woman in the background appears to be carrying? Perhaps a round for the merrily dancing kiddies?
Reminds me–did they have Ritalin back in those days?
Vitamin R helps kids grow!!
Moms too.
“Malt Rainier — The pure malt tonic for mothers who require additional nourishment and strength.”
http://www.flickr.com/photos/midbeaconhi…
Not to nitpick, but did you see the one from 1906?
The hippie alternative elementary school I went to on the Eastside had a yearly field trip to the Rainier Brewery. I distinctly remember figuring out why this was in 4th grade. After the tour the kids all got a small cup of root beer while the parents who came along got as much Rainier as they liked. True story.
Still is for kids, in some places. In Belgium you can find tafelbier, or “table beer”, which is as low as 1% alcohol and available in some schools, from what I understand.
So this preggers roommate of mine came home from the doc and he prescribed a bottle of hefeweizen every other day, for the last three months of her pregnancy. It really does a body good, pass it on.
@11 – I have a better one for you. I grew up in Winston-Salem, NC during the 60s. (For those who don’t know, Winston-Salem, as in Winston and Salem cigarettes, is the home of R J Reynolds Tobacco)
When I was a Cub Scout we had a field trip planned for the airport but at the last minute they had to substitute with their number 2 choice – the R J Reynolds cigarette factory. So, here we are a troop of 8 year old cub scouts in our uniforms learning how cigarettes are made. At the end of the tour they asked us to raise out hands if our parents smoked, so that we could receive a sample pack to take home to them. Of course, being the wayward child that I was, I raised my hand. (My parents did not smoke by the way.) With my illicit gain, my friends and I met up in the woods behind my house to try out smoking. It made me feel like shit – and this is probably why I don’t smoke cigarettes today.
Dear Bethany,
I hate you. I have a hard time believing anybody cares about what you have to say.
At one time, no urban drink could be thought pure unless it had alcohol.