Well, Whale barf is used in the majority of perfumes so it was only a matter of time til they started using other orifices.
Ironically the wife and I had A discussion on rotary phones 2 days ago and agreed that probably anyone under 30 years old would struggle with how to use one. Lord it feels good to be right every once in awhile.......
My grandmother and I both had party lines. My gransmother had a black phone with an earpeace on a cord. The phone was tall and had round mouth piece at the top. Yep, you had to hold the ear piece with your right hand and the phone in your left hand. She also had a tall radio with a pre tuner and a tuner. It was encased in a beautiful wood case. About waste high to a man but probably neck high to me. She got dairy products once a week from the milk man in a white Alpenrose carton which I still have. Butter, milk, cream, eggs, buttermilk. My father would occasionally get raw mild from a guy who lived in s part of Oswegon, now Lake Oswego and had a single cow. His daughter went to school with me and was dirt poor and extremely bashful. The had an Italian last name, Sciutto, and probably came over here shortly after WWII. Most unbelievable was her ice box. The ice man would come once a week with a big block of ice. He would stick the block of ice in a wooden ice box, part of the kitchen cabinets, and chip it into crushed ice with an ice pick. There was a guy who ran the produce department at the local supermarket, The Food Center. He used to sell produce door to door in the older part of Oswego. He later bought the Food Center and renamed it Weizer's, still later moving it across the street. Yeah, his last name was Weizer. When we first moved to Oswego in 1948, my dad was fresh out of the Army and we didn't have a pot to pee in. Mr. Weizer took a $50 dollar bill out of his wallet and gave it to my mother with the words "Take as long as you need to pay it back." Of course, we paid it back and it didn't take us long to do so. I never knew this story until my mother told me when I was somewhere in my forties. Mr. Weizer scared me. I recall him being from Lebanon and he had the dark eyes that scared me. I wish I had known sooner what a heart he had.
My father in law has a funny story from the late 70s, he was a vice-president of a company - but had an old Chevette (father of 3 girls, just needed a shitbox to get to work in winter in the north east where there is salt on the roads and the cars rust quickly). His boss once told him this is a no-go, since it is parked in a reserved spot for a VP and it is something customers might see if they come to their building. He was told he will get a budget to get any new car he wanted (within that budget) on the company so he could park a more "representative" vehicle. Being a smart-ass - he asked if that covered a brand new Chevette... (He ended up with a Mazda RX7)