"ODD NUMBERS TODAY"
"On January 31, 1974, an odd-numbered day, motorists with odd-numbered license plates could obtain gasoline at this station. The limit was 15 gallons. 01/1974"
JERRY LEWIS AT THE COPA
Well, and Dino too!
Love Before Breakfast, Atlanta, 1936. Photo by Walker Evans.
PUNCH AND JACK KETCH
Shit be cray.
Lobster girls, 1950s.
Douglas Fairbanks, Jr. poses as Lionel Barrymore, Richard Barthelmess and his father, Fairbanks, Sr., for Photoplay, September 1929
Damn, he was good!
Jean Harlow at the Savoy-Plaza Hotel in New York City, 1930
Testament to the power of a good makeover, much like Clark Gable.
TANG tv commercial 1970 (by RetroGoop)
Harold Lloyd and wife Mildred Davis in Venice, 1951
He really didn’t change much, but hoo boy did she ever.
Kits Beach, 1920s
Source: Photo by Henry Arthur Bayfield (cropped), City of Vancouver Archives #770-92
I see even back then there was always That One Guy who was the smoker on the beach.
This short film, made in 1939, predicts what fashions will be like in the year 2000. Electric weather-control belts, aluminum clothes, and menswear with “pockets for candy for cuties” are all in the running! (via Vintage Fashions Youtube)
Actually the one about the shoes is bang on, if a decade early.
Creepy Family, detail from 1959 French’s Mustard ad.
Pumpkin Girl (by The Nite Tripper)
The Dreadnought Hoax
The Dreadnaught Hoax was an elaborate prank orchestrated by members of the Bloomsbury Group. The plan was set in motion on February 7th 1910 when Horace de Vere Cole, who is described as an ‘eccentric prankster’, had a telegram, apparently signed by the Foreign Office, sent to the naval ship HMS Dreadnought notifying the captain of the imminent arrival onboard of a group of Abyssinian princes.
Under the pseudonym Herbert Cholmondeley, Cole then escorted his entourage, who, including Virginia Woolf (far left in photo), had disguised themselves by darkening their skin and dressing in turbans with false beards, to Paddington Station where he demanded a special train to Weymouth where the Dreadnought was moored. The stationmaster duly arranged a VIP carriage for them.
Upon their arrival in Weymouth the group was met with an honour guard. Unfortunately, no Abyssinian flag could be found so, oddly, the flag of Zanzibar was hoisted instead and Zanzibar’s national anthem played for the esteemed guests. The ‘princes’ then inspected the fleet and attempted to bestow fake military honours on the officers, speaking all the while in gibberish - frequently showing amazement or appreciation with cries of “Bunga! Bunga!”. An officer friend of both Cole and Woolf failed to recognise either of them.
When the hoax was eventually discovered the Royal Navy became a object of ridicule due to the Bloomsbury Group’s pacifist views. The Navy first called for Cole’s arrest, however, he had not broken the law. They then sent two officers to cane him but Cole countered this by arguing it was they who should be caned for allowing themselves to be fooled in the first place.
Old timey hijinks win.
I’m sure a portion of the tumblr Social Justice wing is livid, too…
because oh no blackface.
Virginia Woolf in blackface…hell, most of the Bloomsbury Group…
so they can f*ck with the Royal Navy…however…if you don’t find that funny…I’m done with associating with you.
The Navy couldn’t arrest Cole, so they just sent two officers to cane him…officers Cole managed to leave convinced that they should be caned instead…
Because if you can’t arrest them legally, beat them with canes, or at least try to and then go home and just try to forget about it.
New article idea: totting up how many years in GITMO they’d get if they tried that now on the US navy.
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