Oh, it’s too hot, too hot, lady. Gotta run for shelter, gotta run for shade…
Yes, I realize lots of bloggers post zoo pics, but every zoo is different, and every animal’s face (or posture, as it were) reveals a different moment. These pics were all taken during the summer, so it was about first level of Hades hot at the San Antonio Zoo. And just so you know, we’re STILL IN THE 90s here in central Texas all week, and not a drop of rain in sight.
This monkey appears positively dazed. So was I, honey. So was I.
This jungle king was about to clean pass out. Who could blame him? A rock never looked so comfortable.
The alligator looks bulletproof, doesn’t he? Go ahead and take a shot at him. I need new boots.
Just kidding. I can’t afford new boots. Stay tuned for Zoo, Part II.
I came across this gaming guide from a relative’s 1954 visit to Vegas. It had everything one would expect of a Saharan theme. Arab sheikh? Check. Sand and camels? Check. Hedy Lamarr in transparent veils? Check. But then it gets weird. Topless men and women carrying dice, cards, and roulette wheels? Is that what people in the Sahara desert look like?
Nope. The Tuareg are the principal inhabitants of the Saharan interior of North Africa, a nomadic, pastoral, Muslim people. They don’t look like that rendering at all. Their hair is much more fantastic.
Now arethere women in Africa who go topless? Absolutely. Do they carry things on their heads? Sure. Do they have naked babies, carrying spears? Doubtful. I was reminded of the Louis CK SNL episode, wherein he discusses mild racism in his opening monologue. NBC has already shown it twice this year, which makes sense, as SNL evidently does five new shows per season and then shows reruns.
This Sahara ad, though, is more than mild. And redunkulous. I mean, how long can a woman hold a clock like that without her arms hurting? And that necklace would chafe.
And what about these fellows below, holding spears and shields? I just don’t see what this has to do with the Sahara. Veils I get. This I don’t. I imagine it’s offensive to many. But it also just looks odd.
Who knows? Maybe people of the Sahara would find our dancing girls’ outfits absurd. These gals were part of the “nocturnal diversion.”
That very Congo Room hosted entertainers for 59 years, until the Sahara closed in 2011. Big names like Mae West and Ray Bolger.
And if you were lucky enough to be in Vegas back in the day, you might have even caught a glimpse of this guy out front.
It’s hard to believe this was nearly 40 years ago. Two score years ago. Red Solo Cups had only just come out and were not yet the popular beverage container you see on late night talk show beer pong tournaments. Mexican dresses, big sunglasses, and scalp-hugging hair were in. The drinking age was 18. And yet, in this bright color, it doesn’t look that long ago at all.
I was able to salvage a few ads from The Progressive Farmer before I chunked it yesterday. These were too cute to pass up.
Those are some nice curves, if I do say so myself. I can almost hear her saying, “Toodles!”
And check out his curves as he arches into fresh running water.
It IS important to have plenty of water in your barnyard and outbuildings.
It’s also important to have the “same refrigeration that a million city folks now enjoy,” according to this ad for a kerosene fridge. What the what? Have you ever heard of such a thing?
Oh, you guys, I just hate it when my old magazines get too brittle and crumbly to keep. Such is the case with my February 1939 The Progressive Farmer. So I post this ad from it before it hits the trashcan, and part of it will live forever.
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?
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