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.
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:
No, it’s not a snake. Or a mink stole. It’s cute-as-a-button Boots Eckles of San Antonio with a cucumber in 1928–another great shot from Traces of Texas that I had to share. (There must not have been a drought that year…)
Penny postcards reveal fall semester grades. Somebody’s taking it a little hard.
Here, boys. When you think of me, think of fattening comfort food. I just hope that she and Jungle Safari Jill next to her were able to score a 2 for 1 deal on perms that month.
I’m feeling a bit peckish. Venison, anyone?
The following Pegasus dress is pretty fly for a white girl, but how could it possibly compare to a graphic 3/4 sleeve sweater that also teaches us dumb Americans to speak French?
Maybe these sweaters were worn by French students? The models look très peeved.
Speaking of apples, check out that big screen monitor!
How about a guy in a sweater, using his Apple to get important work done?
I believe that big slit was where the floppy disk went…
Now that’s the right way to rock an apple!
Yep, it’s another yearbook picture sans caption, so we are left wondering why Dick Van Dyke (or his twin) is carrying a box of problems up the aisle.
And why are there no chairs? And what a pretty cherry dress!
Here is the other half of the picture, showing a man in a cape behind Dick, fanning him with a palm leaf. What the what??
No, I don’t get it.
To be honest, I’m not sure what the plural of Doris is. Perhaps it’s Dorisi, like octopi. All I know is both of these Dorisi appear to be mature college students. And that’s great to earn your degree when you’re over 22. Grandma Moses began her career at an advanced age yadda yadda yadda whatever. That’s not the point.
The point is Doris Hamman. And her head. Truly, it’s more of a conehead shape, with flora and fauna sprouting from the apex. Not as curious as the Selma Blair forehead, which I previously shared in my Hebrew Hair post, but still.
I don’t get this hairdo either, but I’m pretty sure it has to do with samurais and trickery.
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