When Coca-Cola Became Coke 1945
Category: Nostalgia
New York Central WWII-Era Ads
Paper Drive For Victory (A Bad Time To Be A Hoarder)
Save and Sacrifice
A large part of the war propaganda effort, demanded sacrifice in terms of daily activities – saving left over waste fats for use in explosives, saving tin cans for metal to be recycled into military material, eating leftovers, recycling paper, growing vegetables and canning them for later home use, saving gasoline by driving cars slower and less often. The national speed limit was lowered to 35 mph! … All Americans needed to share in the burdens of shortages equally. Not to share in sacrifices for Victory was an unpatriotic act, and often was reported. (http://www.intheirwords.org)
Families collected scrap metal.
Even stars like Rita Hayworth lended their support!
That Deerslayer Slays Them Every Time
Is anything more comical than the adventures of Natty Bumppo cavorting about with his long rifle and his Mohican foster-brother Chingachgook?
Hop On The Bus, Gus
Still Going At 99
The lady in black is Zsa Zsa Gabor (with husband #3 of 9 George Sanders schlepping the bags) chatting up Earl Blackwell at the 1953 Cannes Film Festival.
Yes, nine husbands. “I am a marvelous housekeeper: Every time I leave a man I keep his house.”
Yes, she is 99 years old, just like the 1980 Toto song by the same name.
While none of us was alive when she was crowned Miss Hungary in 1936, most of our parents weren’t even born when she came into this world in 1917. A stamp cost two cents, women couldn’t vote, Buffalo Bill Cody was in his last year, Chaplin starred in silent films, and the “I Want You” poster, featuring Uncle Sam, attracted thousands of U.S. recruits to WWI duty.
Here she was on her 94th birthday with husband #9.
He plans to throw her a big party this summer to celebrate her 100th birthday (prematurely) and then return to Budapest, her original home, to spend the rest of her life.
Why Narcoleptic Nan Never Gets A Second Date
What’s The Magic Word, Pete?
Tugging With Joe & Kerry
Tell me this guy doesn’t look like a young Michael Caine.
I Pledge Allegiance…Or Do I?
Perhaps it was a spontaneous self-exam? Or halfway to a clutch-the-pearls moment? Was it smugness or disdain?
Place: Monte Carlo, 1959, Red Cross Gala
People: Peter Ustinov, Italian Baroness Afdera Franchetti, Elsa Maxwell, and Henry Fonda
In the late 1950s, when Jane Fonda asked her father how he prepared before going on stage, she was baffled by his answer, “I don’t know, I stand there, I think about my wife, Afdera, I don’t know.” Jane, a proponent of Method Acting, could not understand how effortlessly her father prepared for a role. (wikipedia)
He must not have thought about his fourth wife for long, however, as he divorced her in 1961 and moved on to wife #5.
No wonder Barbara Stanwyck gave him the look.
Cards At The Esquivel Home
I purchased a yearbook this weekend at an estate sale and discovered that the owner had written words all over the images.
For example, this junior student was not only ugly, but “Granny Ugly.” Several girls held that distinguished title.
This boy with glasses was labeled blind, as were about a half dozen other boys.
Blind to what, I wonder? Her charms?
It may not be an insult today, but this gal was “Skinny Bones.”
But lest you think she had no kind words to ink her page, she did find Judy the pretty one here.
Or maybe it was Judy’s yearbook?
Newfangled X-Ray Machine
I Don't Get It 