
Far left.
Both pictures.
Frustrated.
Beside myself.
Resigned to a saltless week of empty timeslot.

Maria was a friend of Lavelle, owner of this yearbook, and fellow participant in Spanish Lab, where Maria is shown assessing a skirt below.
Evidently Lavelle’s classmates took their language skills seriously. Babs even included it in her yearbook greeting.
Stoddard Hall was where the senior girls lived; this was at Texas State College for Women, so there were no men. However, the next entry contradicts the prior, assuming she would indeed move to Stoddard.
I do hope they were able to meet up 50 years later, and party like it was 1999, as it would have been.
This final entry confirms that Lavelle did indeed intend to live in Stoddard, that she was a grand cooker of eggs, and a good listener as Phyllis “Phil-eyes” droned on incessantly about Jimmy. Muy bueno!
Citizens of Denton, Texas had several choices when it came to cabs in the 1940s. The men below were all licensed taxi drivers for City Cab.
They could even carry your luggage for you.
Dixie Cabs had the recognizable logo on the side. All you had to do was pick up the phone and dial 45 for service. 
For a more rugged crew, you might consider the fellows at 2100 Cab, right next to the Sinclair station. They kept their fleet shiny.
Happy cabbing!

This image of a Kentucky Red Cross dental clinic in 1932 is particularly loathsome to me lately, as I had a crown put in nearly two weeks ago, and the pain remains excruciating. Who knew that even after decades of wearing a nightguard, the pressure of clenching could still fracture your teeth, and they would need crowns whose out of pocket cost was exactly the cost of your first TWO automobiles?