I love 1930s dresses–modest but visually appealing, in all prints and colors (though you’ll have to use your imagination with these sepia pic). The draping and sleeves are so soft and feminine, just the way I prefer my dresses! So snazzy from their hats down to their shoes.
The left three ladies don’t seem too thrilled with the process, but the right three appear happy as clams to have their picture taken. And what’s the man carrying in the background? Milk?
I’ve never seen a pair of glasses with only one lens tinted. I cannot fathom why he would wear such a pair, unless he was hiding some horrible disfigurement and, not wanting to be called “pirate” instead of “pappaw,” forewent the eye patch. Qui sait? That, however, is not my only question. What appears to be one slender billy goat’s gruff of a beard, upon further examination looks more like exhaled cigar smoke. But how could it be traveling one way down his chin and then circling back up past his hat? Even the granddaughter looks perplexed.
I almost cropped this pic, but then you wouldn’t have been able to behold the bare bulbs on the ceiling or the fancy borderwork on the walls. Click to enlarge.
You think that’s odd? Check this out.
And all this time I thought Zongola Pledge was an Namibian wood cleaner and furniture protectant…
I can’t tell if Dan has a lizard tongue or just drank grape Nehi or if the owner of this yearbook Sharpie-penned his tongue, or if he has an oral condition, but I know he’s not right. And it’s not because he could have had a V-8.
This is why I never joined a sorority; I don’t like humiliating myself for the amusement of others.
These girls couldn’t take the pressure; they resorted to spending time with a stuffed poodle.
Cheer up, gals. Even if you don’t make it into the sorority, there are always other options.
Back in the day, a lady stood inside a car to show off her assets to passers-by.
A lady could also sit in the back of a car and wave, “What’s up, peons?” like these Dixie Belle nominees, but 1963 wasn’t the best year for riding around in convertibles. I take it the day was humid.
Cars were great for going to the drive-in, as Guinn and Wanda would attest.
Have you ever visited a Jim Dandy? I insist that we all strive to bring back the term “jim-dandy,” which means most excellent or a superior example. Ex: I did a jim-dandy job of writing this post today.
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