Reasons To Join Spanish Club, Part Dos

Hononegah68-011These are the four Spanish Club officers, who would probably not be happy that Conquistadores was misspelled in the yearbook.

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However, their agenda confirmed the divertido that they were having. Mucho divertido!

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Supporting The Shot

Hononegah68-004These strapping lads (okay, these two strapping lads and Kenny) display the most useful part of their shot put competition. I myself have never cast stones, but I imagine it takes a strong back to do so. These Illinois boys of ’68 would surely not chance it now.

 

We’ve Been Having Fun All Summer Long

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Is it me or does the guy on the right look as if he could be the great-grand-kin of Ron Swanson? So manly, standing like Moses parting the Red Sea, except in his unblemished white skivvies. And the prissy guy on the far left has his hands clasped at his knees like a modest young woman, his polar opposite.

The grimacing fellow in the middle reminds me of all of those old west outlaw pics. Perhaps it’s because he’s in frisk position, he’s donning stripes, and his hands look cuffed. It was the mid 80s (1880s that is), too early to be Clyde Barrow, though I thought of him. Quick fact about the idiot from the infamous Bonnie and Clyde: when Clyde was serving time in Eastham Prison Farm, he severed his left big toe and a portion of a second toe with an axe, in the hopes of forcing a transfer to a less harsh facility. Good thinkin’, Clyde.

And did you know Bonnie died, still wearing her wedding ring to her husband, Roy Thornton, not Clyde The Toe Amputee? Yep. Per www.history.com,  she had a tattoo on the inside of her right thigh with two interconnected hearts labeled “Bonnie” and “Roy.” No Clyde on that dead 23-year-old thigh. Ew.

Here’s the other half of the picture from The Newport Historical Society.

Swim004I know; the dude airing out his bloomers could be some hipster character from Portlandia. Au contraire. Turns out he’s Horatio B. Wood, a member of the Sons of Temperance, an amateur photographer, and a church organist. At least, that’s what my book American Album, says. The internet says he doesn’t exist. Conspiracy? Oh, well. At least you are seeing him in all his vested, bespectacled glory. Both women have closed their eyes,unable to behold all of the glory. Do you blame them?

 

New York’s Bowery 1935

from "This Fabulous Century" Time Life Books
from “This Fabulous Century” Time Life Books

A dollar could go a long way in 1935. A haircut, a shave, and goulash–only 50¢!

from "This Fabulous Century" Time Life Books
from “This Fabulous Century” Time Life Books

Saddle Oxford Squat

"This Fabulous Century" Time Life Books
“This Fabulous Century” Time Life Books

This straining adolescent is performing the Posin’ maneuver, as part of a new dance craze called The Big Apple. Nope, I’d never heard of it, either. But I bet Liz at The Vintage Inn has (she knows all about the Lindy and other swing dancing). In 1937, Time magazine attempted to describe it in words I can’t comprehend:

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