20 thoughts on “Blowing Kisses In The Wind”

  1. Hubba Hubba. Quite a collection of bathing beauties. I would love to know more about this get together. A Salvador Dali impersonator, a sigh extolling peppermint, and dames in swimsuits all in Oklahoma. Must have been one heck of a soiree.

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    1. Simone. You say Simone. That was my name in French class. I sat in back with Jacques and we sang Depeche Mode songs while Madame prattled on about the subjunctive tense. I like your accent. He is zere!

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      1. Bonjour, Simone. Je m’appelle Chantal. What I remember from high school French: Madame left her husband for her teacher’s assistant, who was a few grades ahead of me. Ewwwwww…. Was Jacques trés beau?

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  2. That’s more skin than the whole plain of Oklahoma would allow shown just a couple years before 1948, I would think, Kerbey. And the man-poster on the left, how’d he get into the dames’ dorm, anyway?

    Simone and Liz with ze French words, you are driving me ze batty with wanton dezire! I took Spanish, clueless how romantic French would turn out to look untranslated in a comment box all these decades later. 🙂

    Liz, did your Madamoiselle get her TA-bait-setting self in any sort of double-secret probation, you think? A hand slap for setting a bad tone, for ze students, at least?

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    1. The man crept in. You really should have been preparing for the invention of WordPress and the interweb and phones in cars and such back in the 70s, Mark.

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      1. No, in the 1970s I was taking high school Spanish, which I will never forget because my teacher had a record player to play us Spanish records, and she let one of my classmates — Margie Knapp, I still remember who it was — play Bruce Springsteen’s song “Rosalita” bcause of the Spanish name in the title, and that was the first time I ever heard the Boss.

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