I’m tempted to post a picture of Madonna (the title demands it), but instead, I will share machine-looking things with switches and cords that make things go.
Did you know what a linotypist was?
I recognize two items here: a typewriter AND a phone!
And of course, corded phones that require both a mouthpiece and an earpiece.
I’m afraid this, too, has been relegated to relic status.
I saw this picture in a 1940 yearbook and thought, “That looks a lot like Ol’ Blue Eyes, except for those jacked-up teeth.” Turns out it was Sinatra, and the best (teeth) were yet to come. The Chairman of the Board was not the big draw at the above 1940 Freshman Frolic; that honor went to Tommy Dorsey. Back in 1940, 25-year-old Frank was merely a “boy singer” in Dorsey’s band, earning sufficient funds to fix his teeth.
In fact, another six years would pass before Sinatra released his first studio album, The Voice of Frank Sinatra. He was lucky to get a mention in this partial review.
Don’t worry, Roscoe. He can’t put a hit out on you for saying this, although that does sound like his style. Confrontation he did not shy away from. And it was that spirit that sent him back for another round of dental work years later.
As Paul Anka recalls, a drunk Sinatra, upset that Sands Casino owner Howard Hughes had declined his credit, jumped up on a blackjack table and pitched a fit. When manager Carl Cohen tried to calm him down, Sinatra called him a “fat Jew bas****” and turned over a table. What could Cohen do? Turn the other cheek? Or punch him in the face and send Frank’s teeth flying across the room? He chose the latter.
“You may not realize it when it happens, but a kick in the teeth may be the best thing in the world for you”.–Walt Disney
Rolling around in 1947. Get a load of the little Jayhawks (University of Kansas mascot) dotting the windshield.
Downtime in 1940
The war was over. Johnny came marching home. This one did anyway.
Celebrate good times. Come on!
“Victory has been won.”
But here comes PTSD…
Yep, it’s another letter from a student going off to fight in April 1942, a few months the attack against Pearl Harbor.
November 1941
I think we know who the Big Man On Campus is…
If this sporty specimen plays her cards right (or that tennis racket), she may be wearing his fraternity pin by the end of the day.
Never heard of getting pinned? Google it. I haven’t got time for the pain. Here are some examples.
The gazing here is mutual.
Polka Dots gazes seductively at her date (or she is hypnotized by his choice of patterns).
This girl is downright giddy.
And this happy camper is so mesmerized by her plaid-clad man, that she doesn’t mind the Russian immigrants kicking the back of her bus seat.
P.S. You don’t need a new phone. It won’t make you cool. It won’t make people like you. It just means you’re desperate to obtain the latest gadget to make yourself feel important. You are already important. Keep your current phone. And stop dropping it in the toilet.
I’d never seen this ad before. My new KU magazines are filled with cigarette ads. I’m not on an anti-smoking propaganda campaign here; I’m just sharing the interesting ads.
However, it did contribute to DiMaggio’s demise. DiMaggio, a heavy smoker for much of his adult life, was admitted to Memorial Regional Hospital in Hollywood, Florida, on October 12, 1998, for lung cancer surgery. He returned to his Florida home on January 19, 1999, where he died on March 8. His last words were, “I’ll finally get to see Marilyn.” (wikipedia)
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