Charity collections where you selected a tear off image of a 'deprived child' from a book of black and white images and made a donation - presumably in the belief that that was the child who'd receive your funds.
I can do better than that. At my first primary school we would get a card with a picture of a child, there were boxes in the card, maybe on the back, you took some money into school and got a tick in the box.
When you had got a full card you got to choose a name and we were told that the picture on the card was a child who would be baptised now with the name chosen.
I have a milkman, well I get milk delivered I don't keep him in a cupboard.
Things you don't see
Rag and bone cart pulled by a horse, it's just a truck now.
Mobile shops. A couple of places I lived as a child had mobile shops. I suppose it made sense, in one place we were no where near a corner shop and none of the mums seemed to work so if there was a car dad had usually taken it to work and supermarkets didn't open late.
A place to stub out your cigarette on buses. Where they called a stubber? I watched a film recently called 71, obviously set in 1971 and they had them on the bus.