Thou Shalt Not Covet Another Woman’s Beehive
Category: 1960s
Tantalizing Typing Teacher
Love Was Meant For Beauty Queens
“…and high school girls with clear-skinned smiles…”
“…who married young and then retired…”
Lyrics “At Seventeen” by Janis Ian
Telephone Types
“Daddy-yo said nix on the heap…” Not familiar with that jargon? Perhaps you remember shoving into telephone booths as a lark? Jimmy Fallon did a sketch recently with Shaq and Hugh Jackman in phone booths.
Perhaps you recall standing in line at the dorm, just to call your best gal? Come on, Dan. Wrap it up!
I’m too young to remember any of that. But I do remember my mom’s office desk looked like this in the 70s.
Do you suppose anyone uses a Rolodex these days? I still use my address book, but it’ s only about a year old. Nice and sturdy.
Sooner Air Force Cadet 1964
Looking Up
Costume Ideas From Days Of Yore, Part I
The posture and expression of this 1949 flapper throwback suggest she knows more secrets of the night than her cowboy companion. Sassy with those plumes in her hair!
Below could be an actual 1941 Halloween function. I spy Indians Native Americans, a swami, baby dolls…
Send in the clowns in 1960.
That’s a lot of polka dots!
Juanita And Beulah: Bastions Of Proper Communication
Shine Sweet Freedom
If only I could take the jubilation and energy from this picture and inject it into my bloodstream (assuming a nurse could find a good vein), what a wonderful world this would be.
Is it me, or does this particular nurse have quite a bit of body hair?
Too Much Powdering Your Nose
I love this image. The little collars and cardigans, skirts and mod flips, the coiled phone cord, the more mature, white-nosed woman whose fingers cover the “ic” so that it reads just Panhellen. I like to think that’s her name. Panhellen. Brilliant!
Reese’s Hairpieces
If that isn’t the perkiest, button-nosiest, suspender-wearing little pre-Reese Witherspoon, I don’t know what is. Marie Anderson from Traeder House, your hair was fab-u-lous.
Ray On The Hi-Fi
I Don't Get It 