Goodness, that’s no jolly, happy soul! Where’s the corncob pipe and button nose and two eyes that don’t look demonic?
Category: Fun
When You Can’t Get The Voices Out Of Your Head
In The Arms Of Santa
This WWII Santa doesn’t appear that much older than the doe-eyed toddler he’s holding. Volunteering from a university fraternity, he seems a bit smoother about the edges than his later counterpart in 1967, shown below.
Sideburns and skinny ties share the stage with both a plusher Santa beard and Santa suit, which appears to have been velveteened. Of course, not everyone can get the Santa gig. Some folks have to settle for holiday titles.
Who even knew Barnwarming Queen was a thing? Are barns notoriously cold? Do queens exude that much heat?
It looks pretty toasty for these Savitar Barnwarming Queen Candidates in 1959. The only real loser here is the missing “g” in barnwarming.
Makes it sound oddly like barn-worming. But that’s another thing altogether.
Before Mrs. Roper, There Was
We Were Merely Freshmen
The era of donning the traditional freshmen beanies has all but faded into history. But it was alive and well in 1964 New Mexico.
That’s An Odd Declaration
Out of context, this does seem like an odd (if not clearly amateurish) sign to hang in front of a gift shop. However, the town is named Dripping Springs, and folks just call it Drippin’. We passed through it yesterday, and it made my heart warm. I just love seeing people hanging Christmas decorations; it’s that one fleeting moment where everyone is preparing for the holiday that we know will end in the blink of any eye. So for now, just enjoy the season!
Not Exactly Pin The Tail On The Donkey
Shove The Sombero On The Bulldog is a variant of the common child’s party game, wherein a cowgirl chases down a … Dear God, I don’t know what they’re doing. These images from 1949 raise more questions than they answer.
Like why would you park your jalopy on steps?
And is she kneeling in prayer, cursing the car’s engine or praising the argyle socks of a would-be beau?
Why hasn’t anyone prebussed this table? I see some empties.
Why don’t men wear ties like this anymore? And why does the one on the lower left look like Viewmaster reels?
What did Hiram do to deserve such bevy of beauty adoration? Is his thigh numb now?
And why would Bart and Molly bother with a “pretzel battle” at the fall barn party?
I think that makes them married, in some countries.
When Men Were Rakish
Time was, when hats were jaunty, and fellas would tilt a brim to the brink of audaciousness. Who could resist the power of this hombre in particular, gathered among his fellow American Institute of Mining and Metallurgy Engineers?
If This Doesn’t Make You Yawn
Brian Cranston evidently bored our dogs to tears this morning.
Tonto couldn’t stop yawning.
Oh, The Ennui Of Driving Through Sequoias
Over 100 years ago, when this image was taken in California, the absence of windshields demanded that the driver (right-sided in this case) wore a duster and goggles as he wound his way through grounds without paved streets. Ladies often wore something similar to this.
That’s quite a bit of work required before jumping in and cranking the engine. This pint-sized pooch seems to think it’s worth it.
Tramps Like Us
Oh, my goodness, y’all. Could these little boys BE any cuter? All dressed up in the 20s to emulate Charlie Chaplin for a lookalike contest. Bless their hearts.
Fun fact via Newsweek:
In 1975, several years before his death, Chaplin entered a look-alike contest of himself in France. He probably thought he was a shoo-in for the prize and everyone would have a hearty laugh at the end. But then he came in third.
Gladys Tempts Fate With Sub-Par Tinsel Skills: Deanne Snaps
Gabriel and Maria were privy to the final moments before Deanne went ballistic on poor, inept Gladys, wrestling her to the ground and yelling, “It’s tinsel, Gladys, not a beaded curtain!”
And Gladys never did tinsel again.
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