Music Men
Category: Vintage
Blister Patcher-Upper
Crepe Paper Streamer Tomfoolery
Everyone is having a great time, except for that girl, who seems to be politely tolerating the gaiety. What’s her problem?
Mad For Plaid
Kiss Me, Kiss Me, Kiss Me
Was this the designated kissing spot? Out in plain view, for all the world to see? There must have been some mistletoe in the vicinity. Actually, this couple was getting “officially pinned.”
Time’s up! Couple number two, take your turn.
Once the war was over, they started making up for lost time. The lifted left foot is always a nice touch.
This next couple somehow missed the mark. Practice makes perfect!
Fun With 45’s
Invitation To Repose
We passed this house on Saturday, in an older part of a nearby town. And while I realize its closets are probably small, and the bathrooms lack garden tubs, and the pantry could not fit a twin bed like ours can, and the hardwood floors probably squeak–I sure do covet that double-tiered wraparound porch. It almost demands that one saunter out to it, master of all you survey. What a joy to be headmistress of all you survey!
Sitting out there, sipping lemonade, thumbing through Southern Living magazines, waving to my neighbors–sounds peaceful. I would turn my ear to the melody of the ice cream truck, and it would stop just shy of my property, and children would race to catch it. They would pay $4 for a fudge bomb, and that would put me on edge. Perhaps I would rise from my rocker and raise my shaking cane at the man and his avarice. I would curse him and his dairy products. He would ignore me because I am old, and old people are invisible.
Wait, this isn’t turning out how I had hoped it would.
Career Advisor Monday
God forbid I ever have to work in an office again, but it’s good to know I have options, should circumstances mandate a return to the work force.
You men need not feel left out. Granted, Mrs. Vernice Fritts is never going to hire you for stimulating phone work. But you have options as well in the communications field.
See? You can work in labs and stuff, maybe sit at a drafting table. Didn’t Mr. Brady have one?
And for those of us who run a home, we are so fortunate to have electricity to assist in our dreary labors! “Electricity does her laundry for less weekly than the cost of a bar of soap” Um, I beg to differ.
I like her apron, I like her enthusiasm, and her ability to balance plates. However, she clearly has a tendency to procrastinate. Even a Thanksgiving meal doesn’t warrant five dozen plates. She should have paced herself. Nobody likes a Last Minute Martha. Why didn’t she tackle them yesterday? It’s not like she had to update her facebook status. Or return emails. Or tweet. Or hit Gold’s Gym for an hour of treadmill and hot yoga. Come to think of it, what did she do all day?
Homely Flappers Were A Drag
Dimes Day, Not Doomsday
That’s an inviting look Lady Cashier is sharing with young Anson, no? The touch of her fingertips against his calloused palm is almost more than she can process.
And speaking of looks, check out the glare on Lady Flamenco in the Carmen Miranda knockoff.
Perhaps her date ditched her before the clock chimed midnight? I think that’s he on the toilet in the corner. Either way, she’s got John Turturro within grabbing distance, wearing touchably soft trousers, thirsty for punch. Time to make your move, Private Dancer. Game on.
Austin In A Nutshell
The more things change, the more they stay the same (except now you’re not allowed to light a cigarette within twenty yards of Austin). This shot from 1978 was taken on The Drag, a strip on Guadalupe Street, across from the University of Texas. Cowboys vs. Dragrats? Some pictures just demand to be resurrected from the closed pages of ancient yearbooks.
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