Traveling across the Atlantic in 1947 from Canada


This ad, which I just found on the Duke University site "Ad Access" (which has a lot of cool old ads) gives me a point of view that I, as an American, really don't have. I love to see different point of views, which I call "looking through someone else's eyes", and today I'm going to sail across the Atlantic from Canada on board the White Empress.

Since the man in the drawing looks like me (blue eyes and all), I'll be the captain. I don't have the hat, or the uniform, or the cleft chin, and my hair isn't quite so white yet, but this is an imaginary adventure, anyway. I've got my binoculars, and since it's 1947, that's really all I need, and my sea charts, and my instinct. We're sailing for Liverpool!


Let's start at Ottawa, go up the St. Lawrence Seaway, past Montreal and Quebec, Nova Scotia, and we're on our way across the Atlantic. I wonder how they're doing down south there, in New York, or Washington?


A couple of stray thoughts here - I'd really like to know the name of the illustrator, but I can't read it, can you? And since it's 1947, "gay" simply meant cheerful and happy. Don't jump to any conclusions here! Presumably the men at the table have been invited to sit with the ladies, you know, "the Love Boat"!


Looks like Canadian Pacific does more than just sail the Atlantic (which does sound kinda silly). Let's see, they have railways, steamships, air lines, hotels, communications, and express. Apparently they span the world! I guess I'll consult any Canadian Pacific office or my own agent.

Oh, Canada!




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