New Coffee Generation. I'll save you the trouble of reading Mason's dissertation on independent wealth. Bottom line is, he doesn't tell you what he's selling. He just bangs on and on about how great it is to be fabulously wealthy and wouldn't you like that too, and stuff. Near the bottom of the middle column, he SORT OF implies what kind of "opportunity" he's offering you for fifteen bucks. (or $115 in today's money. Oof!).
Anyway, the Victor B. Mason you'll find on the InterTubes is a guy who makes guitar amplifiers who is maybe fifty years old. That's not our man. The guy in the ad was already ruggedly handsome in '61. So, the amp-making guy is just a red herring thrown at us by history. We're not so easy to fool.
I know who he is. Victor B. Mason is former Air Force Colonel, astronaut, Gentleman Man of Mystery, part time marionette and patriarch of International Rescue Jeff Tracy! Dun Dun DUNNNNNNNN!!!!
Of course he has to be cagey in advertising for personnel. International Rescue is a secret organization that rescues people internationally, and their existence is unofficial. "Victor B. Mason" is an anagram for "Smobov N. Traci", which is still not "Jeff Tracy". The perfect cover identity! Very clever, Smobov!
Thunderbirds didn't air until 1964, and this ad ran in '61. Tracy's looking for someone with mechanical aptitude, which means he wants to build something. We can only assume that "something" means "a fleet of super-technological rescue vehicles effective in all forms of terrain and environments". That means he's looking to recruit the engineer who would come, in later years, to be known as "Brains". I'm sure Brains read Pop Sci.
In even LATER years, Brains would achieve international fame as Elton John. Why? Because he actually is Rocket Man. See? The Thunderbird ships. Think about it. Uh huh. You see now.
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