With the world in turmoil and transition, survivalism has gained momentum. And while most preppers are stocked up on dehydrated milk and canned charro beans, these savvy Georgians have added a barrel of Wolf's Head Lube to their list. Granted, Paul seems to be scratching his head, wondering if they went a little overboard in absconding with the barrel version . But honestly, can you ever have enough Wolf's Head? I bet some of us would have purchased the barrel size Lysol Wipes, if offered. Even if it never goes scarce, inflation is coming, friends. Why not stock up now, while it's still affordable? Perhaps a more reasonable size is suggested. Just make sure to ration!
Is it me, or does that look like a frosty pint of ale, instead of motor oil?
The attendants were so thoughtful, giving lollipops to youngsters! This was before kids were diabetic, when Mom wore pearls and heels to fill ‘er up.
And Dad wasn’t left in the dark. Roy could talk shop and spill the tea. He was worse than a gossiping hen.
All images by photojournalist Carl Mydans in the oil boom town of Freer, Texas in 1937.
I’ve never heard of Tagolene, much less Skelly Tagolene. That sounds like a crimp-haired, Newport-smoking, jean skirt-wearing trollop who works the graveyard shift at The Waffle House. Like Skanky Jolene’s younger sister: Skelly Tagolene.
Evidently, it’s not. Check out the art deco font on this map.
Look, we all have obese friends who ask too much of our heirloom furniture that we just had appraised on Antiques Roadshow by those buff Keno twins, and that stinks, but the good news is that Texaco can MARFAK your car. What on earth?
40 Point lubrication=good
Makes perfect sense, right?