The milk isn’t sour, but the looks on these lasses sure are. The middle makes the picture. A bearded geezer and a man hoofing a canister. Love it! AJ Earp took this pic in 1905 at the Cliff Owen dairy farm in Winchester, Kentucky. The milk was probably raw and definitely whole. I don’t trust folks who drink skim.
I’m guessing this was taken at a Mexican restaurant that happened to have a tree inside it.
Can you imagine a 19-year-old dressing like this for a track meet?
Even minus the heels, in penny loafers and socks, Betty is dressed to impress.
Surely those soldiers were trying not to stare at Trebie.
Budgie knew how to hit the books.
Pat re-enacted her Gone With The Wind fantasy.
These fellows tried to get their attention after the photo shoot. Good luck!
Yes. All those geometric figures and unnecessary flaps, bangled belts, and denim tops.
Yes. Popped collars.
Flintstone Barbies.
David Byrne meets Max Headroom.
Um, no. I never wore that. What IS that? Is it dead? Is it ruffles? He is speechless.
He wishes he could unsee it. But he can’t.
It’s already been seen.
All images from 1987 UT Austin Cactus.
As many of you know, I judge all my books by their covers. The only books I purchase are in the clearance $1-$3 section at Half Price Books, chosen firstly by their spines, then their covers, and then the summaries on the inside cover. I read them in a matter of weeks and donate them back to the store when I’m done. I haven’t bought a retail book from Barnes & Noble in over a decade. Why pay $25 for a book when you could eat enchiladas and have a frosty Coke?
So today, as I perused the clearance section, this little book caught my eye with its bright colors, still vivid since 1933. Isn’t it scandalous? I didn’t buy it because it’s not my fictional cup of tea, but I thought I should share its fun cover. Evidently, the author enjoyed the desert. And whoever does buy it will snag it for only three bucks!
Rare is the moment I get a yearbook pic without documenting the source. All I know about this source is that it was mid-60s and probably in Texas. In any event, I love the font on the Cork Room sign above. What I don’t get is why the other sign appears to say DROGS, not DRUGS.
But it wasn’t drugs that made this ‘do. Only black magic and sorcery could have enabled Lynda to achieve these “Kentucky Waterfall” tresses. Lynda shoots and scores on volume! 
This last one looks shows an era-specific soundboard with a not-so era-specific blond haircut. Must have seemed cutting edge at the time. 
1935 San Antone
It doesn’t seem like that long ago, but it’s been 40 years…
This is how I imagine it feels to be on a dating site, trying to find matches. The actual explanation goes as such:
Quagga.
A zebra subspecies.
London Zoo, 1870.
Extinct for over a century now.
Of course, good luck on getting the one Q and two of the three G’s.
I Don't Get It 