My dad had a few hundred matchbooks when he died, saved from restaurants mostly. It is a challenge to use them up at the rate of about 75 matches a year. There are 20 in a book, and many times I misplace the book before using the last match.
These are from the First National Bank of Akron. There’s no way I can see to date them. No phone number for the area code/exchange, no address for a ZIP code, no tire plants in the background. The tower was the tallest building in town, and maybe all the transactions took place there. Still don’t see why they left out the address.
Me, I say the art inside the cover predates The Flintstones–late ’50s probably. It’s the sort of art MAD Magazine parodied in fake ads when I was a young kid. My dad tried a pipe around 1960. I started to look up TV dads to see if there was a pipe-smoking trend I could date, but I’d forgotten how many of shows were sponsored by cigarette companies.
converselyspeaking 