Often insulting, demeaning pictures — to sell extraordinary music, primarily to the audience being mocked by the pictures.
Records falling from the skies seems a good thing, but not for shellac 78s.
The “Dusky Stevedore” singing down on the levee — material for a sozen popular songs of the period.
Those colored people were very superstitious, you know.
And their home life was sometimes less than orthodox or well-behaved.
This, from the label that brought us Louis Armstrong’s Hot Five and Hot Seven.
Splendidly offensive — nineteenth-century caricature.
At least this advertisement — straightforward and plain — doesn’t thumb its nose at the people expected to buy the product.
What’s the moral? Perhaps it is that beauty, given enough time, transcends such condescension and prejudice.