Curator of Flotsam. Goes off on tangents.
These “Ripple” shoes probably were fun and different to wear, and maybe changed a person’s gait in a positive way. Years later, say 1970 something, my sister had some oddly wedge shaped heels on her shoes branded “Get There” that made similar claims.
I think that Ripple shoes were defeated by the same thing that killed “Waffle Stompers”…
DOG POOP
I guess when your head hurts so bad that you can’t even stand the sight of a trademark stamp, you don’t care about side effects, but acetanilid will do a number on your kidneys and liver if you aren’t careful; it’s basically acetaminophen, and here comes the flu pandemic of 1917. Probably not a fun time to be a pharmacist either.
Folks were flush with postwar cash in 1946, and they were asked what they would like to splurge on. This little girl wants a horse in the worst way, and it looks like that’s how she will get it.
I think this has the makings of a sitcom, trying to hide this steed from her parents, and from the neighbors who are the unwitting hosts, and maybe an inept animal control officer, The horse talks but keeps calling her Wilbur.
Back in the day, apparently you could get into the Saturday Matinee for what? A dollar? Thirty-Five cents? Nope! Just six 7-up bottle caps! You could probably find them in the alley behind Uncle Larry’s house, or ask your big brother who works in a diner!
PLUS! A real guy from “Soldiers of Fortune” with a treasure chest of free toys and stuff! See a movie called “Springfield Rifle”! If that’s not violent, there’s always the cartoons.
Chick Chandler, An acclaimed vaudeville actor, who played various wise guy types over the years, played Toubo. I like to think that he personally made these appearances. He seems like the kind of guy who would love that job. He was married to the same lady for decades, and they passed away at almost the same time, a day apart. A life well lived.
Yes, life can be pleasant when you are holding your skis at something like port arms and someone is bringing bottles of frosty Molson Ale… Unfortunately, the guy at the end in the plaid shirt sees only two bottles, and there are three skiers. It looks like he is about to create a ruckus, which is pretty shocking for a Canadian. He was already mad about the “one ski per person” policy.
“Hey, sorry about your goat, guys! I have to go open a chain of questionable chicken restaurants, I’ll be back to settle up later.”
Hey, remember this! I remember playing this on earlier windows computers, Minesweeper came pre-installed, and why not.
Looks like everything old is new again, I found a good Chrome browser extension to play mine sweeper, and I’m sure there is one for cellphones Android or iOs. Here’s a link to my favored chrome version; https://chrome.google.com/webstore/detail/kminesweeper/ldmhhkobonimkpkfoabdmmngbbjcgilo – I don’t think this game ever had sound- The nerds at Microsoft probably figured out that people would be playing it at work.
Happy minesweeping!
Honestly, I have no idea what is going on with this postcard. The guy with the giant plaid butt, the Va-va-voom lady with the impoosibly tiny feet, even the skinny guy in the closet, they all seem to be angry about something. The images this scene conjures are deeply disturbing.
Since cellphones with the WAZE app installed did not yet exist in 1906, motorists of the day resorted to using confetti flung across the roadway to warn other drivers of a “police trap” ahead.
Since speeds were limited by the capabilities of your horseless carriage, I have to assume that such traps involved general police harassment, and perhaps a nightstick on the noggin. One would be well advised to purchase the proffered tickets to the Policeman’s Widows and Orphans Ball.
An old postcard from the Outrigger Prince Kuhio, featuring some people sitting around in the lobby wearing Leis (Am I spelling the plural of that correctly?) Teresa can’t take me anywhere; I would drop my lei in the nearest trash can.
These are probably timeshare salespeople waiting to pounce on people coming down the elevator if our trips to Las Vegas are any indication. It should be illegal to harass tourists. People have only so much vacation time and spend a bundle to do it. For some, it’s a once in a lifetime trip. LEAVE US ALONE!