Let’s Make Mary.
Ah, the joy of a pun–from “making merry” and having fun, to “Let’s Make Mary” have non-consensual sex! Who wouldn’t enjoy a book about how to pressure a woman into intimacy?
Amazon still sells the book of eight easy lessons with various covers (unexpurgated, which means offensive). I’m a pretty anti-PC dame myself, but that first cover is horrendous. I can’t imagine what’s inside.
As you can well see, we are less than a month until All Western Days. I realize we are in a bit of pandemic pickle as of late, but I see no reason to cancel every event everywhere, especially if it proves to be ripsnortin’. Don’t let it put a hitch in your giddyup.
Ooh, la la, ladies! Somebody just upped the charm bracelet game! Look how beautifully it lays (or is it lies?) against the skin. What’s not a lie is how it will subliminally encourage you to eat protein each time it scrapes against the keyboard as you type.
It compliments any outfit you have in shades of peanut shell or Baptist red brick. It’s nutty, all right.
During this time of Easter and resurrection, it’s important to remember that Mr. Peanut did NOT in fact die for good, but was (as the Super Bowl commercial revealed) reborn by the tears of the Kool-Aid Man (oh, yeah!) in a much less spiritual or legitimate manner.
Other options include:
and even a colorful understated hat for the menfolks
Maria was a friend of Lavelle, owner of this yearbook, and fellow participant in Spanish Lab, where Maria is shown assessing a skirt below.
Evidently Lavelle’s classmates took their language skills seriously. Babs even included it in her yearbook greeting.
Stoddard Hall was where the senior girls lived; this was at Texas State College for Women, so there were no men. However, the next entry contradicts the prior, assuming she would indeed move to Stoddard.
I do hope they were able to meet up 50 years later, and party like it was 1999, as it would have been.
This final entry confirms that Lavelle did indeed intend to live in Stoddard, that she was a grand cooker of eggs, and a good listener as Phyllis “Phil-eyes” droned on incessantly about Jimmy. Muy bueno!
Perusing the pages of ancient yearbooks, I have seen many a Sadie Hawkins dance. But this 1946 event from North Texas State University takes the cake! What an eye for detail these kids had. 
L’il Abner was everywhere.
They really got into character.
It’s a good time when everyone participates!
Citizens of Denton, Texas had several choices when it came to cabs in the 1940s. The men below were all licensed taxi drivers for City Cab.
They could even carry your luggage for you.
Dixie Cabs had the recognizable logo on the side. All you had to do was pick up the phone and dial 45 for service. 
For a more rugged crew, you might consider the fellows at 2100 Cab, right next to the Sinclair station. They kept their fleet shiny.
Happy cabbing!
Teens from a migratory labor camp pose in The Boogie Woogie jalopy outside the post office in Belle Glade, Florida in 1940. They don’t look much different than teens of today.
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