FINALLY! Something I could actually put on my head without compromising my cervical spine. Minus the squatting, though. I don’t many Americans who squat outside the gym.
Cotton Candy-Headed Ninny Muggins
Category: Culture
Sitting At The Foot
A woman sits, perhaps speculating about the three maidens who hurled themselves down into the river below, after hearing word that their lovers were lost in the Crusades.
A fellow WordPress blogger was able to take a more current shot.
It reminds me of the Randy Travis song, “Three Wooden Crosses.” It always hurts my heart to see crosses on the side of the highway. Lives lost, people missed.
Time To Consider Astroturf
Although the dirt is red, this ain’t Oklahoma. It’s Ndendé, a town and capital of the Dola Department in southern Gabon. Never heard of the country of Gabon? Don’t feel bad; its entire population is currently about 2 million. Compare that to the city of Houston, Texas, which is 2.3 million. And back in 1964, when this shot was taken, the country had less than half a million citizens.
Above, we see John F. Murphy coaching the boy who is about to receive the ball (let’s hope he doesn’t fumble). Murphy was in the Peace Corps and helped to clear playing fields and build schools, so that the kids wouldn’t be stuck under crumbling shanties made of wattle and thatch.
Below, he and others nail siding on to a new school that will protect children from the elements.
Murphy was also a captain in the Marine Corps, and is now a whistleblower lawyer in Hartford, Connecticut. He was known by the townspeople he helped as one of “les blancs qui travaillent” (the white people who work). A bulldozer operator for the Public Works Dept stated, “It is not myself who will see the progress. It is too late for me. But my children will go to school, and they will learn what I have never learned.”
Literal Overhead Bin
She seems so nonchalant about all that pressure on her noggin. For me, it wouldn’t just be the pain, but the balancing issue.
This clever but crazy man constantly shifts his balance to support four carry-on bags.
Again, it looks awful painful. Yet, women all over the world spare their biceps and let their heads do all the hard lifting.
Clothes, water, toiletries–these things make sense to transport on your head, if you’re able. But what I don’t get is this one:
Fat chance getting that goat to stay still.
1933 Austin High School Tumbling Team
The AHS girls’ tumbling team consisted of these five ladies: Henderson, Remund, Silberstein, Piper, and McGill. Remund clearly was distracted.
For anyone familiar with Austin, you will recognize the capitol in the background, before the skyline was a jagged, crowded hodgepodge of skyscrapers.
I love the juxtaposition of the upside-down girls against the vintage cars, but it also raises many questions. Personally, I recall the discomfort of doing Jane Fonda aerobics in my high school cafeteria, especially when the boys walked past us during pelvic raises. One can only surmise how many citizens observed these antics as they passed by in the days prior to registered sex offenders, and how vulnerable these gals may have felt, limbs akimbo. Also, it looks quite painful! What are your thoughts?
Car Culture 100 Years Ago
Heck Of A Halfway House
You Can’t Always Get What You Want
This kiddo wishes he were ANYWHERE but under the tree with these losers. Perhaps he’s upset because he received a Norma pencil.
At least these parents know how to make their daughter’s Christmas a bright one.
I’d think you could use that pram for a real baby, no?
But the best gift by far is always a car. Especially if it’s a Cadillac.
Just Between Friends
Whether it’s a smile shared at a football game…
or a couple bottles of beer sipped over late afternoon conversation…
or a high school huddle…
or two pensioners out in fall weather, hunting for the perfect pumpkin…
Big Apple Chiropractors See Increase In Visits As Sophia Loren Visits Financial District
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.
Mabel, If You’re Able, Black Label On The Table
Note the M on Mabel’s daisy dress, a precursor to Laverne’s sweater L.
Though no longer widely distributed in the U.S., Black Label remains the official beer of Beer Frisbee, aka Beersbie–because that’s a thing.
In South Africa, they went in another direction, a decidedly non-Mabel direction. MANLY.
Doesn’t it look HEAVY? That must be the 22 oz mug.
And in Australia, it was even weirder.
I Don't Get It 