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Or this wand to his lips. I like the faces on the couple in back.

Or why grown men would be piggy-backing. 
Or doing that to their hair and bodies. Just another confirmation that clowns are evil.
This seems like a dozen too many hula hoops.
This last one shows a group of Zeta Beta Tau dudes building sets for a party at Pat O’Brien’s. But that doesn’t explain the duck. 

Yes, I realize we rarely read cursive anymore, and truth be told, it IS a bit of a chore to read an entire paragraph. But these words to 1941 freshman coed Betty F. make for interesting reading. First, a note from her ex to his “cute little fillie.”

Here is Betty.

Her nickname was “Tank.”
This was from her boyfriend, Dan, pouring his heart out to her, and admitting that he played his best at basketball just for her.

There’s too much to share the whole thing, but the sign-off was the best.

And this was from a boy she evidently friendzoned. However, if she were to change her mind about him, he’d return so fast, it would make her head swim.

I think we can agree that this yearbook lived up to its name.



This WWII Santa doesn’t appear that much older than the doe-eyed toddler he’s holding. Volunteering from a university fraternity, he seems a bit smoother about the edges than his later counterpart in 1967, shown below.

Sideburns and skinny ties share the stage with both a plusher Santa beard and Santa suit, which appears to have been velveteened. Of course, not everyone can get the Santa gig. Some folks have to settle for holiday titles.

Who even knew Barnwarming Queen was a thing? Are barns notoriously cold? Do queens exude that much heat?
It looks pretty toasty for these Savitar Barnwarming Queen Candidates in 1959. The only real loser here is the missing “g” in barnwarming.

Makes it sound oddly like barn-worming. But that’s another thing altogether.


Cars looked different 40 years ago.
There was much less traffic.
Before Uber and Lyft, folks simply hitchhiked.

It’s hard to believe, but the drinking age was only 18. 
And these girls seemed pretty keen on that. 










The era of donning the traditional freshmen beanies has all but faded into history. But it was alive and well in 1964 New Mexico.







