The weekend is almost here!
And finish the night at the ol’ saloon! It doesn’t get better than that.
Why should he have to apologize at all? It was a costume party; it was 1936. I say wear whatever you want, whether it be velvet capris or a floral apron.
And all these years later, his smile hasn’t really changed. He’s the same charismatic funnyman.

His chest, however, only improved with age, peaking in the mid 90s.

I’m sorry, Ridley; I had to borrow your Seinfeld pic.
Oh, snap. This suddenly makes sense.
This was how campus gentlemen dressed in 1941.
This is how they dress now:

You set yourself up for this, Andy; you didn’t just fall out of your dorm bed into this outfit. I give you that it’s creative: a buffalo shirt, a Nirvana-throwback cardigan, striped “statement” socks, moccasins…But it’s certainly no herringbone topcoat.
And what about this male?

Aside from the “supermodel, work” stride, these pieces might work separately. I can see that he spent some time putting this together, matching wrist bracelet to ankle bracelet. It is casual, but it’s forced; the scrunched-up sleeves are affected. Perhaps it’s clean and current, but it’s just no match for a corduroy trouser.
In fact, pretty much any trouser looks better than an overdone jean.

Horseshoe pockets? Good luck with that.
Ladies were living large during the 1939 University of Kansas Rush Week. From driving seatbeltless in convertibles to box-stepping to Benny Goodman,a good time was had by all.
And when things got down to the nitty gritty, these gals knew how to get the job done. Gossip columns don’t write themselves.
Of course, somebody had to clean up the mess left behind. After all, not everybody can pledge. So like Carol Burnett mopping the floors, this woman put her hair up, grabbed the broom, and got her hands dirty.