Showing posts with label Old Classics. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Old Classics. Show all posts
Wednesday, April 1, 2009
Old Classics - Hovis Bread
The year - 1973
Agency - Collett Dickenson Pearce & Partners
Director - Ridley Scott (Before he made his features. Just after his copywriting stint at CDP)
Posted by Murali.
Sunday, March 29, 2009
Old Classics: John Webster's Points of View
Voted Best Ad of the Eighties in the UK.
Posted by Anantha.
Saturday, March 21, 2009
Old Classics: Neil French's UBS campaign
For the other ads in series, check out Road Not Taken narrated by Alan Bates, Ozymandias by Maggie Smith, Ulysses by John Geilgud, Bag of tools, Morality, Winds of Fate by Maggie Smith, The Ballad of East and West, Say not the struggle and Psalm of Life by Paul Scofield, Desiderata by Ying Ruocheng, The Man who thinks he can, and Cloths of Heaven Harvey Keitel.
Posted by Anantha.
Thursday, January 22, 2009
Old Classics: Don't take your troubles to bed
By Edmund Vance Cook
You may labor your fill, friend of mine, if you will;
You may worry a bit, if you must;
You may treat your affairs as a series of cares,
You may live on a scrap and a crust;
But when the day's done, put it out of your head;
Don't take your troubles to bed.
You may batter your way through the thick of the fray,
You may sweat, you may swear, you may grunt;
You may be a jack-fool if you must, but this rule
Should ever be kept at the front: --
Don't fight with your pillow, but lay down your head
And kick every worriment out of the bed.
That friend or that foe (which he is, I don't know),
Whose name we have spoken as Death,
Hovers close to your side, while you run or you ride,
And he envies the warmth of your breath;
But he turns him away, with a shake of his head,
When he finds that you don't take your troubles to bed.
Posted by 1by0.
You may labor your fill, friend of mine, if you will;
You may worry a bit, if you must;
You may treat your affairs as a series of cares,
You may live on a scrap and a crust;
But when the day's done, put it out of your head;
Don't take your troubles to bed.
You may batter your way through the thick of the fray,
You may sweat, you may swear, you may grunt;
You may be a jack-fool if you must, but this rule
Should ever be kept at the front: --
Don't fight with your pillow, but lay down your head
And kick every worriment out of the bed.
That friend or that foe (which he is, I don't know),
Whose name we have spoken as Death,
Hovers close to your side, while you run or you ride,
And he envies the warmth of your breath;
But he turns him away, with a shake of his head,
When he finds that you don't take your troubles to bed.
Posted by 1by0.
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