I love this image. The little collars and cardigans, skirts and mod flips, the coiled phone cord, the more mature, white-nosed woman whose fingers cover the “ic” so that it reads just Panhellen. I like to think that’s her name. Panhellen. Brilliant!
Category: Funny
Reese’s Hairpieces
If that isn’t the perkiest, button-nosiest, suspender-wearing little pre-Reese Witherspoon, I don’t know what is. Marie Anderson from Traeder House, your hair was fab-u-lous.
Things That Don’t Help Insomnia, Part I
Sun-Dried Tomatoes As Accessory
Life Goes For The Jugular
Not only does this 1949 Life article on model Brynn Noring (aka Brynhild Andrea Johnson) dis her “simple outfit” as too pedestrian to help her would-be movie career, but offers a double dis to the diminutive, sphere-shaped fellow waddling in the background.
And who could argue the point? Heels, gloves, long skirt, necklace–it reeks of laziness. Like she threw it on just to go pick up skim milk at Wal-Mart.
And as to the patron of the Fat Men’s Shop, my mind immediately went to Oliver Hardy, pictured here with Stan Laurel.
And hey, you guys, did y’all know that Hardy lost quite a bit of weight at the end of his life? Yup. He went on a crash diet and died of a stroke the following year. Check out this last pic of the twosome.
Double Pork Me
…with smoked ham and bacon!
Tie Me Up, Tie Me Down
So what we got here is a nearly nekkid Indian gymnast, being supervised by the urban turbaned S.S. Dhanorkar. He’s performing a yoga move called “cane mallakhamb,” wherein the subject is lowered in a sling of malacca cane, preferably in front of another nearly nekkid squatting man. It sure puts downward dog into perspective. And mostly reminds me of this:
Heads Up
Other Brilliant Ideas
The University of Texas Phi Delta Theta fraternity denied imitating the then-popular Late Night With David Letterman habit of dropping stuff of the Ed Sullivan Theater, asserting that their annual “Round-Up Roof Extravaganza” began prior to the show’s first air date. Earlier drops included eggs and melons, then televisions and microwaves, and finally (as seen in this 1987 image) a motorcycle. I guess they weren’t familiar with collateral damage?
Don’t Irk The Bat
Freshmen Beanies
Tide Pride Gives Neighbors Inferiority Complex
When it comes to housework, men often don’t pay attention to details. They’re busy dealing with man-sized problems at the office. That’s why they married you in the first place, to deal with domestic issues. But even Mr. Henderson can see that his wife’s laundering skills simply don’t measure up to Kay’s Tide-fresh linens. It’s as plain as the tie pin on his tie.
And if Kay has the cleanest wash, that can only mean that Mrs. Henderson does not. Why can’t she get it together? Doesn’t Mr. Henderson deserve a clean blue oxford shirt to wear to work? Is it too much to ask of his inept sad sack of a spouse?
Mrs. Henderson is flustered, losing her mind over the sight of Kay’s sexy and fresh negligee, blowing in the breeze. Why can’t she measure up? Uh-oh, better get Miltown.
Way to go, Kay; you’ve destroyed another marriage with your laundry hubris.
I Don't Get It 