Picture These

Somewhere in the pre-digicam days are ads and signs that are permanently etched in my otherwise selective memory.  I can picture them still: hastily scrawled, without regard for advertising 101 aesthetics. 

These signs, recently spotted from my neck of the woods, deserve a place in my mental collection.  They certainly belong to the ranks of  Uling for Sales,  Hauze for rint,  We accept littering,  Naghahasa ng cerrcular sow.

Presenting:

(From a church bulletin board.)  Yup.  Your baon has to be patented, registered and titled.  And it must come with a tax declaration.

(At a therapy clinic) They put the "W" into "illness"

(A few steps away from the old school. ) The wayward apostrophe strike's again