Nothing gets in between me and my polyester paints

Respecting your elders is important.  Opportunities for service are all around you.  Each day I go up to my Great-Grandmother's attic to loosen her bindings and also change her food *and* waste buckets (my lazy half-sister usually just switches them).  I normally use this opportunity to dig through her old trunks looking for pawnable items.  Yesterday I found this queer old poster from 1938 with some completely random woman on it.  I posted it below: