Is anything more comical than the adventures of Natty Bumppo cavorting about with his long rifle and his Mohican foster-brother Chingachgook?
That Deerslayer Slays Them Every Time
Category: High School
Hop On The Bus, Gus
Pressure Cookers Indeed
A young man in Miss McFarland’s homemaking class (spared the apron) incites suspicion as he reaches for the pressure cooker. Perhaps he will fare better in the canning process.
Transportation Of The Underclassmen
Bear Each Other’s Burdens
The Flowering Of New England
I don’t know what I like more in this one: the repeating V sweater, the paper girl’s white overalls, Mrs. Maddux’s sexy but amazingly outdated hairstyle, or the sassy stance she has, hands on narrow hips. I think it’s the stance.
You Wish
Open Door Policy
The World Before Photoshop
Here we see some high school class officers. The XY-gene carriers all appear fairly normal. But Norma–Norma appears to have some botched surgery. I can’t quite figure it out. Clearly a female body was present for the photo, but then someone shrunk her head a la Beetlejuice, or took a head from another pic and pushed it inside the hair. Or do you suppose her head is just oddly petite? I don’t get it.
Early Movember Miscommunication
Becky & Dixon
Brow Be Gone
In the late 1970s, the powers that be decided that foreheads were only useful as a canvas to showcase bangs, and forehead skin should be hidden altogether. By the fall of 1979, most hip teens had followed suit and were ready freddy for school picture day.
Even Caucasion afros came forward. Baby, you make my love come down.
Often, blond boys were indistinguishable from blond girls.
Then there’s this style, which would later morph into the “He wants you, too, Malachi” style from Children of the Corn.
Fashion’s dictates did not exclude any creed nor color. Rules is rules.
This girl missed the memo. She thought Marcia Brady was still groovy. By January, she was being homeschooled.
Judge Reinhold got the memo, but he got it late. Bless his heart.
Covered foreheads made dudes look hot, like poor men’s Oak Ridge Boys. How did the ladies ever decide upon a suitor?
Coveted styles included The Future Domestic Violencer, The Camaro On Blocks, and The 7-11 Graveyard Shift.
But if the goal was to entirely cover the forehead, to the extent that one’s eyesight was in peril, then there could only be one victor. Steve Wagner, you were that man.
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