Dot Moseley & The Gun Moll Girlies

Texas College of Arts & Industries 1943

These college gals didn’t take themselves too seriously. As it turns out, Dot Moseley lived to the age of 88. Her obituary states, “As a member of the Alamo Community Church choir, she delighted in singing the old hymns, most of which she knew by heart. A devoted friend to all, especially to her Low-Lits pals (Little Old Ladies in Tennis Shoes), she never missed sharing and celebrating all the events of their lives. The ultimate hostess, Dorothy set the standards in etiquette especially when it came to flower arranging, table setting and gift giving.”

I Can’t Wait Till Summer So Overdressed Older People Can Gawk At Me

Well, what do have we here? It seems as though Mom and Dad have just returned from Sunday services, and Margie (who surely attended as well) quickly changed into … why, YES, it IS a teenie, weenie, yellow polka-dot bikini (the song actually came out 10 years after this picture) and is testing the pool water. But doesn’t it seem odd that Dad hasn’t at least loosened his tie since returning home? Mom didn’t pause to take her gloves off and set them on the counter? It’s such a strange juxtaposition. Can’t her parents swim? Dad is either so full of pride at the amazing back dive Margie has in store or he’s stabilizing himself from holding that heavy camera. Come on, Margie! You can do it!

That Trashy Joanne Keeps Ashing On The Floor

She thinks she’s doing it on the DL, but these Rotary Club ladies weren’t born yesterday.

Paulette smells a skunk, but leaves those lips pursed and those hands clasped. No worries, Paulette. That halter dress and necklace are FAB-U-LOUS!

And don’t think Eileen is fooled either. That side-eye says everything. Nobody smokes Viceroys anymore, Joanne. That is so basic.

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Independence Dames

This image is another score from the Antiques Mall last weekend. All it said was “Galveston,” so that doesn’t give me much information. The clothes looks 70s, so I’ll hazard a guess of 1974, based on the eyeglasses. Of course, one can’t fully enjoy all 22 ladies unless you can zoom in.

Right off, I can see that three ladies have their eye closed, and the one at the table seems to be silently saying, “This, too, shall pass.” The three right rear clearly purchased their specs at Lens Crafters on discount (and probably busk doing Andrews Sisters covers at dusk).

And how about the shade the left rear is throwing to her friends? Like Barney Fife, she wants to nip it in the bud. The lady with flowers on her collarbone looks like the Virgin Mary, resigned to sadness. Not my will, but Yours be done. And how about Peach Suit, warmly putting her hand on her friend’s shoulder? I think she’s gauging the pin curls of her perm. Come to think of it, if it WERE the 4th of July, wouldn’t they all be wearing red, white, and blue?

Ample Ardor

I just purchased a 1943 Texas A&I College yearbook. Though the country was at war, the students still found time to make merry.

In fact, there seemed to be a smooching epidemic!

But as far as the FFA Barn Dance, I won’t even hazard a guess as to what was going on here.