Well, hello there, Hot Dan. Who knew that you'd been hiding under the floor joists in our basement since 1950? Not me. Renovating can be so rewarding! I just didn't think that it would help out around here, too.
Anyway, I ironed Hot Dan and some of his little advertisement pals last night. They were very yellow and extremely crumpled (the fabulous full-color Dreft ad may need a re-iron, come to think of it). So I did what I could.
He seems to be pointing to his huge bow tie for some reason. I hope there isn't any mustard on that. But there would have to be. How could you not get mustard (and plenty else) all over that thing?
It also has to be said that in the modern sense of the word "hot", Dan just - isn't. He gets points for a cheerful disposition and a possible sense of humor. But a hottie? Not a lottie.
Still, Not So Hot Dan looks quite perky - perkier than any one of us after only one day of interacting with the floor joists (never mind 59 years!).
And if that alone isn't a ringing endorsement for French's, I don't know what is.