We're firmly in the territory of admitted nostalgia monkey James Lileks here, but midcentury illustration archive Plan 59 has a small but disturbing gallery of demonic advertising children. We recognize that existential horror might have trouble bridging the generation gap, but really, who could have looked at this spaghetti-eating Antichrist and not shuddered with fear? How could this ginger hobgoblin move the viewer to purchase anything other than transit to the nearest church or other holy ground to wait out the upcoming tribulation times? Note that he's also munching on breadsticks, or wieners. Or souls.