
Category: Nostalgia
Tercentenary Eighty Years Ago
Juanita And Beulah: Bastions Of Proper Communication
Taster’s Choice
I Want To Hold Your Hand
Topless Ladies With Dice On Their Heads
I came across this gaming guide from a relative’s 1954 visit to Vegas. It had everything one would expect of a Saharan theme. Arab sheikh? Check. Sand and camels? Check. Hedy Lamarr in transparent veils? Check. But then it gets weird. Topless men and women carrying dice, cards, and roulette wheels? Is that what people in the Sahara desert look like?
Nope. The Tuareg are the principal inhabitants of the Saharan interior of North Africa, a nomadic, pastoral, Muslim people. They don’t look like that rendering at all. Their hair is much more fantastic.

Now are there women in Africa who go topless? Absolutely. Do they carry things on their heads? Sure. Do they have naked babies, carrying spears? Doubtful. I was reminded of the Louis CK SNL episode, wherein he discusses mild racism in his opening monologue. NBC has already shown it twice this year, which makes sense, as SNL evidently does five new shows per season and then shows reruns.
This Sahara ad, though, is more than mild. And redunkulous. I mean, how long can a woman hold a clock like that without her arms hurting? And that necklace would chafe.
And what about these fellows below, holding spears and shields? I just don’t see what this has to do with the Sahara. Veils I get. This I don’t. I imagine it’s offensive to many. But it also just looks odd.
Who knows? Maybe people of the Sahara would find our dancing girls’ outfits absurd. These gals were part of the “nocturnal diversion.”
That very Congo Room hosted entertainers for 59 years, until the Sahara closed in 2011. Big names like Mae West and Ray Bolger.
And if you were lucky enough to be in Vegas back in the day, you might have even caught a glimpse of this guy out front.
Unicorn Fabulous
Before The Rise Of Red Solo Cup

It’s hard to believe this was nearly 40 years ago. Two score years ago. Red Solo Cups had only just come out and were not yet the popular beverage container you see on late night talk show beer pong tournaments. Mexican dresses, big sunglasses, and scalp-hugging hair were in. The drinking age was 18. And yet, in this bright color, it doesn’t look that long ago at all.
Trump’s Chances Of Winning
Nelson County Sour Mash
She’s In Parties
Peek Into A Soldier’s Life WWII

Leathernecks on Guadalcanal use a fallen tree as a makeshift laundromat, scrubbing jungle dirt out of their battle fatigues.
Soldiers rest in the shadow of a marble trophy from Anzio, Italy, donning a regulation tin hat.
An English Red Cross lady offers coffee and donuts to a G.I. and his captain.
Finally in Paris, U.S. infantrymen share an al fresco meal with celebrating townsfolk.
























