
Becky & Dixon



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.





And lastly, I imagine this fella doesn’t mind the three ladies impressed by his skills.


Well-dressed workers flank a locomotive in the Illinois Central Railyard of Paducah, Kentucky, during the flood of 1913. I imagine the water was a tad unclean.


In this turn-of-the-century shot, these men were finishing paving Main Street in Watertown, Wisconsin. The pic was taken by Henry Bergman in 1900. A wider shot includes the foreman to the left. I think I’d prefer his job. Easier on the joints.
And these days? Well, they do it like this.


Clerks at this Lawrence, Kansas drugstore hammed it up at the soda fountain 117 years ago. Up high, you can see the fruit flavors listed. They were dispensed to the right, out of the “papier-mache grotto.” Weird, right? Patent medicines lined the shelves, including Dr. Pierce’s Golden Medical Discovery, “the idea spring tonic and blood purifier.” And I’d love to know what that little bird statue is for.

These happy patrons were enjoying Wurstfest, a Texas tradition since 1963. Held annually in New Braunfels, Texas, they offer “good food, music, dancing, exciting carnival rides and games, German, Texan and domestic beer, special events and the finest in Alpine and Bavarian Style Entertainment.”
This sign from the 1975 event reveals that the drinking age was then 18, not 21.
Local colleges had been preparing students for weeks.
University of Texas students who could not travel to New Braunfels participated at home, drinking from kegs in homage to Alpine and Bavarian tradition.
These gals didn’t even mind singing for their supper frosty mugs of beer.
What about you? Would you sing a chorus for an ice cold beer?
I love the expressions on these college kids.


This party’s theme appears to be tropical.

Granted, Faith Hill wasn’t born yet, but she sure looks kin to that lady on the right.
Fat chance you’ll get crowned Mr. or Miss Howdy, but no harm in trying. 

Tarzan, a funny pages vampire (?), and a big-forearmed Popeye
Wonder Twin powers: activate! Form of: Shelly and Wendy!

And this next one? Well, I sure hope it was Halloween. Otherwise, there’s too much estrogen in his chicken nuggets.
