This tiny visual thread quietly ties the brand’s modern look back to its 1932 roots, when Herman Lay first began selling chips from the trunk of his car. Next time you grab a bag, remember: that smiling logo isn’t just cheerful design — it’s a nod to nearly a century of snack history hidden in plain sight.
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