Sprinkled among the class photographs in our 1949 yearbook are these terrific little drawings.
I find them interesting because they are little snapshots of social history from 1949.
Let's take this one for instances.
Is this guy calmly watching a bird strangle to death?
How does that bode well?
I'd have to say not for the bird.
Also, take a look at the little scribble of background.
Is that supposed to be mountains?
the Houston skyline?
the campus grounds?
The reason I'm so incredulous is because this is Houston.
It is very flat here.
Let's take this one for instances.
Is this guy calmly watching a bird strangle to death?
How does that bode well?
I'd have to say not for the bird.
Also, take a look at the little scribble of background.
Is that supposed to be mountains?
the Houston skyline?
the campus grounds?
The reason I'm so incredulous is because this is Houston.
It is very flat here.
When did conversation amount to smarmy looks?
The guy play the saxophone in the background is awesome.
White dinner jacket, black pants and bow tie are sadly lacking at dances these days.
Though I'm not positive about that since I don't go to many dances.
Any of you know whether men in white dinner jackets and women in long gloves are still the thing?
Some things never change.
My car looks a little off-kilter too though mine doesn't have candles as headlights.
Uh Oh, I'd better go check that since I'm not in charge of vehicle maintenance at our house.
My car looks a little off-kilter too though mine doesn't have candles as headlights.
Uh Oh, I'd better go check that since I'm not in charge of vehicle maintenance at our house.
I love this one.
If I was still living in the Pacific Northwest this would be perfect.
Or at least the rain would be.
Not the umbrella.
People in Seattle think you are a pussy if you use an umbrella.
I never even owned one until I move to Phoenix.
Somehow, that looks weird in type.
Oh well, the dichotomies in life.
If I was still living in the Pacific Northwest this would be perfect.
Or at least the rain would be.
Not the umbrella.
People in Seattle think you are a pussy if you use an umbrella.
I never even owned one until I move to Phoenix.
Somehow, that looks weird in type.
Oh well, the dichotomies in life.
Ed, my eyes are up here.
A cork gun?
Remember those?
Oh gawd, please say you do.
If you don't please don't comment on how old I am because I do remember.
They were fun.
We bought a pop gun for each of the boys when they were little.
I played with them more than the boys did.
I was only 35 at the time.
Still young enough.
Can you still get them?
I want one now.
It would totally freak out Nessa.
And this is priceless.
The University of Houston mascot is a cougar.
The wild west dude is shooting at one.
Am I the only one that loves the irony of this drawing?
There you go, a little more visual history with silly commentary. Ya'll have a lovely weekend.
Love,
M
Love,
M
