When You Finally Save Up Enough For One Venti Caffè Mocha
Category: 1940s
Textron’s Nylon Crepe Dress Slip: Better Than Mermaid Cosplay
Keep Your Head Down
Appa Kalpha Appa 1943
Yes, It IS Hot Enough For Me
In sweltering heat, this poor college boy made use of a fan and handkerchief, since the dorm in which he resided lacked conditioned air.
And while we’re discussing undershirts and hot stuff, let me just post this.
Deeee-lish. Yes, please.
And while we’re on the subject of mustaches, how about this shot of Sam Elliot wearing a dandy yellow, rainbow–winged wifebeater?
Beefcake. It’s what’s for dinner.
And maybe a box of chocolates. 🙂
Bob’s Mother On Valentine’s Day
That’s all this little photograph said on the back.
Indiana University Campus 1943
Did I Mention Menton?
Yep.
Another lady carrying stuff on her head.
Even in France.
Mansplaining Whilst Manspreading
At least he looks comfortable, no? The other fella seems pure-D zoned out.
Here’s another pic of students sitting near the steps. They have all chosen to keep their knees together, like ladies do.
We jump from 1942 to 1956 to another group of seated students. Something is rotten in the state of Denmark. Who is to blame?
This last seated guy–tapping away on his typewriter–appears to be getting all the propers, while Sally (far right) looks on. What a headline, Georgie Boy! Fan-tastic!
On What Would Have Been Her 97th Birthday
Happy Birthday, Jane Russell!
Just In Case You Forgot Who The King Of Twills Was
It’s Stevens Twist Twill, lest ye forget. The red lion. And just in case you’re not familiar with twill, it’s a fabric with ridges. It’s the Ruffles of the material world.
You know how people these days looooove to say how important it is to “start a dialog” about things? How necessary it is for them to “start the conversation”? It makes me want to wretch, that kind of speech. So let’s just have a chit-chat about these manufacturer names, shall we? First off: Jack Tar Togs, that’s brilliant. It sounds like the mascot for a little league team. Go, Jack Tar Togs!
Hit Em Hard seems aggressive, but the list includes many manly names like Big Dad and 5 Brother (forget 5 Sister) and Stur-Dee. Sounds super reliable, right? But then others are more vexing. Pool’s is “swetpruf”? What is that about? That’s not even phonetically-spelled.
It reminds me of Farmer Jack’s advertising ploy. But he does it on PURPOSE. Or purrpuss, shall I say?
And as for Tuf-Nut? Yikes. I’ll take your word for it.
When The Shot Hurt But You Tryin’ To Play It Off
I Don't Get It 