Old News

I bought an old cabinet whose shelves were lined with a few pages of newspaper. The St. Paul Pioneer Press, August 31, 1950. I might read the paper more if it was this interesting. It is filled with self-help jibberish and great illustrations and ads. The Pioneer Press of late is going down the shitter. It barely exists anymore as do most newspapers I hear tell. I suppose they will go the way of 8 tracks and cassette tapes due to internet domination. Too bad. I like the tactile quality and what will you line the bird cage with, or wrap your fish and chips in or wash windows with? (Remember: you can click on the photo to make it larger.)

Does this represent the 2 faces of Eve?



I like the quick poo pooing of suicide. Gosh, don't go there... "not completely, that might even be fatal..." like, jeepers, this is just a daily newspaper column I am writing here. I have my degree in journalism not psychology.
I really can't follow the rest of the reasoning, maybe because it is too close to home.

I would love to meet deluded people who brag about animals loving them so much. On the contrary it is usually poor souls who have too many animals because they can't love any humans and I believe that is called PETA envy.

Again I am confused about the nervous people. Who feels safer? The nervous people with the children or the children with the nervous people? The use of quotations is strange too. Good with children in quotes lends a creepy tone.


Cripes! Relax! It's just B.O. Talk about heavy handed advertising. It is sort of like any or all potlitical advertising of late.


Such a cheery ad. Good God! And it rhymes to boot! Here is a few more lines to round out the poem.

I am such a young lad
to have a dead dad,
I should be mad or sad.
but Mom has already met a new man with a groovy pad.
Sis and I think that is rad.
Is the stone leaning to the left a tad?


Hang in there people, Polio vaccine on it's way in 2 years!


Sorry about the poor quality of the picture of the picture here but the blurrinees lends itself to the state of mind of the girl involved.


I think the real story here is that poor dumpy teenage Joan was looking for a little attention on a Sunday morning after she wasn't asked to the homecoming dance. She spent her Saturday night at home with Auntie playing parcheesi. We got an old school cutter on our hands. Put the blame on Jesus. Or could she possibly have scratched her hands on some chicken wire while gathering eggs before going to the Sunday service? Maybe she was digging in Auntie's purse during the service and got ahold of her lip stick and started drawing? Who knows the mysteries of the passion that lie within the hearts of overweight teenage girls in the post war Truman era.


Thrills at the Minnesota State Fair.


Seems as if old Lydia E. Pinkham discovered what a nice sized cucumber or carrot could do for a woman. Vegetable compound indeed! The woman's friend! And in what year did a flush become a flash? Probably has something to do with the Woman's movement.


All that style for such a low price! Take that Manolo Blahnik!

The Kenner Easy Curl

I was digging in my closet and came across this item I had forgot that I had bought years ago while junking. I thought the pictures were great of the girls. It is a hot roller set that is basically a cardboard tube that houses a 60 watt bulb that heats the rollers. My sisters had adult versions of this kind of thing. Do girls painstake like this anymore? I sadly have to say I think not.

The Box



I wonder who Little Miss Lady Chucklehead is that got to be the spokesgirl for the Easy Curl? Probably some ad execs daughter. I find her goofy and almost can hear her laughing. She made it on the box three times in the same pose. Kooky!

The outside of the unit is covered with large portraits of six stylish gals. I imagine a girl back in her boudoir, freshly bathed and wrapped in her pink satin bath robe, her toes cozied into her oversized baby blue fuzzy slippers, she rolls her locks and imagines transforming into one of these stylish lasses. Oh the hopes and dreams of the 1960's 'tween set.....


Could this be a young Michelle Obama?

This look is a bit too much like Mom for a girl so young. She needs a pack of Carleton 120's rolled up in that polka dot sleeve.

I have no idea what this girl is holding. A brush? An electric mixer? What?
As for the hair.... Upsie Doosie!

Nordic Fair.


Sporty stripes and a ribbon add the touches that count. A budding Amy Winehouse?

Mirror mirror in my hand, Easy Curl has made me grand. Thank you Kenner.

Of course it is on youtube.

Playboy After Dark

I have been watching the Playboy After Dark series which is on DVD. They are so cool and musical performances you would never see anymore. The comedians are, for the most part embarrassingly unwatchable. But all in all the Hef puts on one groovy shindig with real cocktails and lots and lots of smoking!


Hef and Barbie "the little bug" Benton


Hef puts out the spread. King Crab! Here a guy shows the lovely lady how to dip it in the butter. Yum.

Deep Purple was on this show. These guys really knew what risk taking was with fashion.

This guy and his emerald green satin pirate shirt. I have to say that I am a bit upset that Seinfeld killed the romance of the puffy shirt. The death of details and ruffles and roominess for those big arm swinging chords. I say bring it all back and wear it with pride.

Now this look I am a bit more concerned with. The lead singer wears pants that are beyond yellow. You can read his horoscope in those pants. Ish. Shirt, not so bad but I was never was a fan of the knee high moccasin. Hush.....hush.....

This dude could be Liz Taylor's son. Or is it Liz herself? There must be a whole can of Final Net sprayed into his mop. Hookah smoking only please to keep the flame away from that do. He did have an incredible guitar strap though. Golden medallions that seemed to be the signs of the zodiac possibly?


There is a dude on the show that is a regular on many of the episodes. I had been wondering if it was a young Jesse Jackson but on this episode he walked into the penthouse and was greeted by Hef as Myron. I want to know who Myron is or was and what his story is or was. He could really shake a tail feather and sported some of the grooviest clothes.


Here Myron is behind singer Brenton Wood just givin' some kind of sign girl....

This dude was a back up singer for another performer and I just wanted to show you how painful bad hair can be.



It looks like it hurts doesn't it?







There is a lot of dancing and rocking out. Here the foxy mama works her skirt and long and silky. The guy doesn't do bad in his double breasted either.


As for the ladies........

A starry eyed, deer in the headlights....


Meow pussycat!

Odometer

Nice reading today on my car's odometer.

One More Monarch Caterpillar For the Season

It is Hibiscus Time

Citizen Kane's Junk

I am always amazed by the sets and scenery in Citizen Kane and how you are made to look at them.



Blurry background figures in a nursing home. Spooky! Kinda looks like scenes from my house.


I spotted the snow dome on the vanity in Susan's apartment early on in the movie for the first time!



I love this Moroccan inspired lamp in the tent in the Everglades.



These painted animals on the ceiling beams lend a sort of infantile nursery setting to Susan's bedroom, but I want them in my bedroom too. What does that say about me?



And this door! It is fantastic. The outside and inside. Amazing!


Baubles, tit fobs, turnings, ruffles, chotskys! So wonderfully junky!