JF Ptak Science Books Post 1025
There's seems little more appealing to the false-chaste medical interests of 1920 England than helping fainting women, all to the betterment of social relations, clean houses and vibrant sexual partners. The heritage of patriarchal piety's rejection of sensual pleasure that was so common in England and Europe for many hundreds of years filed its way deeply into the 20th century. Suspension of sexual discussion and understanding aside, it was well understood that women's sexual nature was completely repressed unless in response to the pleasure of men. It was a story of submission and subjugation, with all responsibilities for failed masculine sexuality falling to the shoulders of women (as clearly stated in the still-popular Stall's marriage manual, a 19th century piece of rusty thinking still serving as the standard bearer in the early 20th century). The manual is a codex of denial, submission, ignorance, boredom, tiredness, exasperation and triviality so far as sexuality is concerned for women--there is no hint of pride, or of enjoyment.
Urodonol was a product in long use in Europe and England, a quack medicinal of little harm that plagued the hopes of people with aliments elusive to medical detection, especially that of the greatly secret ennui and fatigue in response to sexual relations. It claims to have cured rheumatism, migraine, acidity, gravel, gout, sciatica, arthritis, biliary colic and of course obesity, all taken care of with teaspoons and thimbles. The most that it did perhaps was to not cause any of these aliments. But it did paint a picture of the failing, fainting woman being restored to stature so common to the pages of advertisement in The Illustrated London News (this issue for 5 June 1920). Pre-Urodonol the lady is being assisted by the nurse to the well-pillowed fainting coach--"ahh" she says, her arms outstretched looking for balance, faking a tottering in her high heeled shoes. The coach was a step away.
Urodonal was the cure, as we see Her refreshed and elegant in new hair and hat, rushing to get home to the man who now needn't worry about not being cared for.
Curiously the ad next to this one--same size, same typeface--is for another quack medicine for men whose seed is evidently growing moldy in the bottom of their sowing sack. Globeol addresses the keyword problems for sexual malaise: "debility, overstrain, anaemia, nervous exhaustion" by "conversion into pure, strong, health-giving blood". Lest the use of STRONG BLOOD PURE BLOOD-FORMING HEALTH-GIVING GOOD SOWER be lost there is always the Johnny Appleseed person above, casting about his seed, growing children instantly.
If sexual malaise be, then Urodonol and Globeol is there for some sweet, secret sippings; a little shot here and there will bring the sexes together. Or not.
I might be completely wrong on this but, really, I like the possibility of this weird approach's explanatory power--it doesn't take a philo-shrinkologist to see the conjoined symbolisms in this set of ads and the approach to unmentionable complaints, and that's what I think is exactly going on here.