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Comedians Groucho Marx, George Jessel, Milton Berle, Eddie Cantor (air-stabbing his pal), and Buddy Lester met daily for lunch.

Actor-comedian Joe E. Brown gets toweled off by wife Kathryn at his Brentwood home in 1951. She doesn’t seem to mind his toned 60-year-old physique. The two were married 55 years until his death in 1973.
He was one of the most popular American comedians in the 1930s and 1940s, with successful films like A Midsummer Night’s Dream, Earthworm Tractors, and Alibi Ike. In his later career Brown starred in Some Like It Hot (1959), as Osgood Fielding III, in which he utters the famous punchline, “Well, nobody’s perfect.”

Doesn’t he look like the happiest camper ever? 
Can you tell who the woman is here with him? I’d recognize her anywhere.


Most of the yearbooks I collect have ads in the back. Rarely are they interesting beyond the typeset or logos of the times, but this 1955 Lion’s Lair yearbook shows student at the places of business.


These students tried out the wheelbarrow at Allandale Hardware & Variety.

This Piggly Wiggly image gives insight to mid-century grocery stores before big chains like Wal-Mart and Target served our grocery needs.

Butter Krust was the best bread around; we used to cover our textbooks with Butter Krust advertising sheets.

Isn’t this last one fun? I like how they spell Bubba as “Buba.”


In yet another NOPE photo, mentally unstable young people jump off a 64-foot waterwheel in Syria in 1954. Note the person climbing on the bottom of the wheel, as well as those against the bricks. To reiterate, nope.

Have you ever done anything so daring?





What are these keen teens up to? Is it dancing, diving, or snake-charming? Perhaps it’s proof that Odo-Ro-No works?

I guess the name is meant to imply there is no odor, but it looks more like “Odor? Oh, no!” Maybe that’s why it disappeared…
Some folks don’t like the aluminum in deodorant (thinking it may be linked to cancer and Alzheimer’s disease), but what’s the alternative? I was in line the other day, downwind from a woman who reeked of what is best described as wet, hot polecat. I fought to keep my lunch down. But hey, some folks dig it.

What do you think? Thumbs up to musky partner pits? I think I’ll pass. Especially when it’s 101 degrees here today.