Ode To The Class Of ’42
Category: College
Kiss Me, Kiss Me, Kiss Me
Was this the designated kissing spot? Out in plain view, for all the world to see? There must have been some mistletoe in the vicinity. Actually, this couple was getting “officially pinned.”
Time’s up! Couple number two, take your turn.
Once the war was over, they started making up for lost time. The lifted left foot is always a nice touch.
This next couple somehow missed the mark. Practice makes perfect!
No, Virginia, There Were No Rules In 1978
During the 1977 University of Texas football season, the drinking age was 18, probably because boys that age were asked to die in Vietnam. But let’s wrap our heads around that. High school seniors graduating across the country TOMORROW would legally be able to go get LIT tonight. At a bar. Yes, selfie-taking teenagers. The ones who text and drive. The ones who were born in 1996, the year George Burns turned 100. You think they would make it to 100, car-surfing past the Incidentals Market like these dolts?
Alas, we forget how foolish we were in our salad days. This is what it felt like to be young, male, and jubilant in 1978.
Were there no seatbelt laws then? Because it appears they may have failed to Click It or Ticket. I can’t fathom why, but the drinking age was raised to 19 in 1979, and further raised to 21 in 1984. And there it shall stay. And there it SHOULD stay. Egads!
Hood Ornaments
These two barelegged cowgirls atop a cream-colored BAR-B-Q convertible are too too much! Howdy, y’all!
This lady is clearly more refined in her demeanor.
If Joan Tompkins’ smug recline doesn’t do it for you, then maybe a marching band will. 76 trombones led the big parade…
Any of you ladies ever twirled a baton? I hear fingers have muscle memory, just in case you’re planning any summertime family reunions that require talent contests. You know, like in that movie Dan In Real Life, where Steve Carell sang “Let My Love Open The Door.” Oh, that was so sweeeeet…
Oh, and one more thing. After all the floats pass by, they’re serving barbeque!
Cropping Matters
Let The Good Times Roll, Part II
Rolling around in 1947. Get a load of the little Jayhawks (University of Kansas mascot) dotting the windshield.
Let The Good Times Roll, Part I
Downtime in 1940
Peacetime Demands
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…
Gazing Adoringly
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.
Satin Panties Add Support
Here, the basketball coach explains why this year’s uniforms were shortened, rendering undergarments completely unnecessary, and thus, saving on material during the war effort.
Well, that’s my guess anyway. In addition, should there be an unexpected air raid, the satin reflects any light, enabling team members to lead others out of the building. Follow that sheen!
These two look ready for action. I guess I don’t pay much attention to basketball; I didn’t even realize players wore knee pads. I haven’t watched a game since I had that crush on John Stockton from the Utah Jazz nearly 20 years ago.
The cameraman took some risks to get this shot (or else he was Andre the Giant).
And for those players who weren’t destined to be seven feet tall, there was always room to improve their vertical. Case in point:
Call of Duty
In 1943, the USA was smack dab in the middle of WWII, and graduating college students were faced with the inevitable: enlistment. A cartoon in the Jayhawker magazine shows the four steps awaiting them: graduation and swearing in…
…securing fatigues and heading into combat.
How frustrating it must have been to finally achieve graduation, to fill your head with knowledge, only to enter a war where it may be blown off.
John Conard, Editor-In-Chief, shared these words:
Strike A Pose
I Don't Get It 