
Cock Of The Walk



“Indian in Cherokee, NC, in the Great Smoky Mountains, helps adjust a becoming warbonnet.”










Pullman ad

This Northwest Angle, Minnesota mommy suds up her baby on a Saturday night in a metal basin near the kitchen stove.
Back in 1933, my grandfather wrote away for information about the upcoming 1934 World’s Fair. Today I opened the brochures inside the envelope. He was only a teenager at the time, so the idea of travelling from Kansas to the World’s Fair must have been intriguing. I doubt he wound up going.


Various “circle tours” were listed, including these:


Included was a list of all the sites and sounds to enjoy. 
Zooming in, you can see the variety, from tiremaking and Neon tubes to midgets to Mayans!

All aboard the sightseeing, streamlined Greyhound bus!


How about the vivid colors on this 85-year-old map, eh? Bright and sparkly and looking brand-new.


Take a gander at that one again. The icon they show for the largest population only shows over 500,000. But that was in 1930, when none of us was alive to fill the census count.

Well, there’s something I haven’t seen in awhile. An ashtray! Meemaws of yore loved to get their smoke on. Her hair is AMAZING. Do you think it’s a wig, or she spent all night with frozen OJ cans in her hair?
This little-banged Meemaw (I mean her bangs are little!) was only 37 years old, but look how the Camels aged her.

Just kidding. Someone knew how to accessorize.
I bet these two had the neighborhood dish. And I don’t mean the purple smoke billowing up out of that pot. Check out the red accent colors and heels!

Here’s one Meemaw I wouldn’t sassy backtalk. I bet she’d send you out back to the tree just to pull your own switch to beat you.

These two knew how to live it up in style.

And there’s their friend, Barbara, with the good teeth and high-quality Scotch.

But not THIS much Scotch.

Or THIS much.

God help us.
But most Meemaws have mellowed with age.

You go, gals.
Teamjimmyjoe.com has provided all of today’s fun images.