What a whirlwind of activity there is here! A bloody bedazzled Mexican matador (oh, that’s a nice title!), an irate bellhop, an Iowa farmhand (freshly flung into the ring from a far-reaching midwest tornado), and the Artful Dodger, doing his best to carpe diem in the midst of all this brouhaha.
The magazine, Hoy, published the picture with this comment: Just as it happens every day in every section of the city. Note to self: don’t visit Mexico City in the 50s. Or ever. Or Liberia in 2014.
I Don't Get It 
The guy under the matador seems somehow surprised to find himself there. Of course give his pocket is being picked without his noticing, surprise may be his constant companion.
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I feel like you could not have worded that any better. And now you’ve got me guessing as to whom mine is: sorrow, hunger, emptiness, garish bravado?
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How about suberb observer and meticulous recorder?
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(blushing and fanning myself like Southern antebellum woman on a columned porch) Thank you, my good sir.
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The little guy and the Federal seem like the only ones in the shot that have a clue as to what They are doing. Why Kerby I would love to see you blushin’ and fannin’.
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Well, it’s 94 today, so there’s a good chance of it. 🙂
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Not to mention that the hoister is actor Tom Hulce, halfway between ‘Animal House’ and ‘Amadeus.’ Holy cow, what a circus photo at the bull ring. Never. Ever.
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Ha ha, he does look like that guy with the crazy hair!
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Yup. Animal House, bump bump bump. Flounder’s roommate.
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When Horace got home from the bullfight his wife said his neck smelled of bull, blood and matador underwear.
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Tide can get that out.
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Where do you get these pictures?
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These are from estate sales, but I have dozens upon dozens of yearbooks and magazines that I’ve purchased.
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Always can’t wait to see what you’ve found!
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it’s so sad it’s funny. Or so funny it’s sad? This one is especially cuckoo.
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Both. But bravo to the policeman for noticing, eh? I am the girl who checks my back pocket for my wallet incessantly at the movie theatre, and the one who keeps my hand on my purse at the restaurant, or right up on me. See how neurotic I am? I would knee that pickpocket in the groin.
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That is one heckuva photo. I have no smart alecky thing to say about it. 😀
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With the crowd in the background, and the general energy implied by the entire picture, there seems to be a “for he’s a jolly good fellow” vibe to it. What your witnessing here my Dear Kerby (beyond wasting a perfectly good opportunity to find Waldo) is the often overlooked and misunderstood “put-pocket”. I suppose once our non-heroe is done lugging Mr fancy bull fighter pants around on his shoulders he has some errands to run. His wife has employed someone to stick the honeydoo list she finely crafted and he “absentmindedly” forgot into his pocket.
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I see. A sly fox doing good deeds. Like Robin Hood, except a to-do list. Nice interpretation.
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I shall visit my living room. I think it a fine place.
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