I love posed player portraits like these. I always wonder if the strong, athletic years turned out to be their glory days and they wound up selling secondhand Pontiacs in Peoria. Not that there’s anything wrong with that.
As you can see, there are no facemasks on these helmets.
“If you want to prevent concussions, take the helmet off: Play old-school football with the leather helmets, no facemask,” former Steelers receiver Hines Ward said. “When you put a helmet on you’re going to use it as a weapon, just like you use shoulder pads as a weapon.” (profootballtalk.nbcsports.com)
I don’t know nothin’ ’bout no football helmets. But, golly, don’t they look happy?
A young Michael Landon can’t help but hoot and holler during the 1947 football season.
Male cheerleaders lunge and make one jazz hand as a show of support.
After the “eighth straight victory over Farmers,” the Longhorn football players rejoice as they hit the showers.
Meanwhile, at the basketball game, Hank Williams, Sr appears to be ornery as heck. Come on, fellas! You need to have the ball rest on the side of the thumb rather than on the tip of the thumb on every shot! Move it on over!
Two liberal arts majors receive their Texas Cowgirls membership bandannas, thus allowing them to volunteer at HOBO (Helping Our Brothers Out), which gave Thanksgiving dinners to the homeless. Texas Cowgirls was a social club made up of girls from different sororities as well as “independent” girls, brought together at “Tap-In” and known as “heifers” until the next group was tapped in. Seriously.