Reality Of A 1942 Male College Graduate
Category: History
Ode To The Class Of ’42
Germans Or Japs, Storms Or Ice
Commando Training 1943
Dope Couch, Dope Table
All Aboard The NiteCoach
I’m afraid you couldn’t pay me to board a Greyhound bus in 2014. Flying economy on Delta last week was enough to enforce that I am not a woman of means, and sharing a bus (other than perhaps Jake Owen’s tour bus) would be insult to injury.
But seventy years ago, I might have been game. The lady caressing her head above looks satisfied. Okay, perhaps quarters were cramped. Five bucks said she hit her head on that dome light more than once.
But I’m certain the porter kept the pillows fluffed. Pretty snazzy uniform if you ask me.
And take a gander at the streamlined style of the double-decker transportation. Jed Clampett (on the far right) seems impressed.
This Is How We Roll
Pharmacy Girls
Fight The Powers That Be
(in a peaceful, non-threatening way)
Your Penmanship Is Atrocious
How Not To Lasso A Filly
More proof that the 1970s were so so so odd.
Is it wrong that what I find most disturbing in this yearbook picture is her lack of a belt? It would really pull the look together, and break up two pale colors. Even just a simple brown weave belt could have changed everything.
In any event, I think the punishment is too harsh. And talk about a chafing rope burn…What is wrong with these people?
Joyride
I Don't Get It 