Nostalgia – Page 184 – I Don't Get It

Inside Yank, Part I

Heeeeeere's Lucy! — Yup, that’s Lucille Ball.

I’ve been going through some of Granddad’s WWII items, and I stumbled upon this Yank magazine, dated Dec 28, 1945. Christmas was upon the nation, and the war was over.

But even though the war was over, many American soldiers had yet to return home.

It is fascinating to read how the servicemen felt about what should be done with the secret of the atomic bomb.

As you might guess, the centerfold included these lovely ladies:

Apparently, the servicemen were feeling a little frisky once they landed on familiar soil.

And there are some (understandably so) not quite politically correct cartoons…

Stay tuned for Part II for another inside glimpse into Yank, the army weekly.

Fish Oysters Budweiser Coca-Cola

Yet another great shot from https://www.facebook.com/TracesofTexas today, taken by Russell Lee.

Couldn’t You Just Eat Them Up?

Monkey Business In WWII Borneo

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Today’s pics are from Labuan, Borneo in the summer of 1945. Note the monkeys, black squirrel, and even a pineapple.

This Is How We Roll On The Sabbath

Prayer Meeting in Tomball, TX 1945 from "Traces of Texas" — Prayer Meeting in Tomball, TX 1945 from: http://www.facebook.com/TracesofTexas

You better recognize.

Coolest. Wrapping. Paper. Ever.

What you are witnessing surpasses the pairing of peanut butter and jelly, Jack and Diane, or even Tanqueray and Tonic. It is indeed a combination of the Extra-Terrestrial and the celebration of the Savior’s birth. My mind is too blown to continue. If you are unaware of the merits of wrapping paper, feel free to go back in time and check out: https://sanceau.com/2013/02/01/thats-a-wrap/.

Always With Wings? NEVER With Wings.

http://seriouslyforreal.com/funny/walmart-called-your-photos-are-ready/

Oh, sweetheart, what can be done about this? Even Jazz Hands, overdone blush, a Mardi Gras Reynolds Wrap sash, and a Newton-John headband cannot distract from what’s at hand here. Bless your heart.

And this one could have been easily prevented with a razor. Can this even be real?

Burt Reynolds ain’t got nothin’ on me.

Usually pleated pants are the worst part of a photo op, but not in this case:

At least his trousers aren’t VINYL. What is up with that? Even the cat is struggling to break free from that anemic woman’s wardrobe choices. I’d rather don a cat collar than whatever that is around her neck. And who chose that poor man’s Big Bang background? It’s like a swirling cosmic soup where galaxies collide at the corner of Where Is His Belt and Please Button Your Cuffs. And let’s not forget the photographer, complicit in this atrocity, who allowed the female to wear her hair tucked behind those ears. What the what? I sure hope that kitty Rockette-highkicked its way out of that couple’s life.