And lastly, I imagine this fella doesn’t mind the three ladies impressed by his skills.
Three’s Company, Too
Category: High School
Be True To Your School
Three More Days
School starts Monday around these parts. The schedules have been mailed, the teachers assigned. And when the bank teller this morning asked my son if he was excited about school, he glared, then dropped his head, a wavy lock of hair falling forward in defeat. It was enough to make him forget the crisp Grant in his hand. Excited? No, ma’am.
But what if he gets the top locker? That’s something to get excited about, right?
Or he might get that one “cool teacher.”
Perhaps he can enjoy the responsibility and comraderie of flag-raising.
And if nothing else, he can stand around while girls read in the library. The elation cannot be disguised on these boys’ faces!
Two More Days Till Summer Break
These 1951 teens don’t look stressed. School’s nearly over, and the living is easy.
Mission: Cherry Pie
Just In Case You Were Looking For Her
I found Joan.
And Little Pill as well.
Redhanded
It Is So On
It is so not on.
We’re Goin’ Hoppin’
Fast Times At Martin High 1956
One can only wonder what sorts of shenanigans ensued at the water fountain between a leather jacketed victim, a topless accomplice, and one fellow suffering from a damaged pinky.
These fellows seem pretty psyched to cast their votes for class president.
“Don’t forget to calculate the area of the trapezoids and rhombi, Ese.”
Sometimes you just want to strangle your typing teacher because she’s a controlling bruja.
Been there, my friend.
Slide Rule Club Now Medicare-Eligible
Because Their Names Are Awesome
I Don't Get It 