Douglas Fairbanks and Mary Pickford, in the early 1930s.
They were called Hollywood royalty… built a mansion in Beverly Hills when it was still a rural nowhere, and entertained everybody who was anybody. They were inseparable… until they weren’t… which would have been within a few years of this picture.
Is that who you guys thought it was? Cos for me, it’s hard to think of him without her, in that era
She got a little old for them, though she hung on for a long time. People still wanted her to play little girls.
But in the very late 1920s, in her 30s,she finally bobbed her hair….. It was reported in newspapers and fans cried!
In 1932 she turned 40.
Fans had a hard time accepting her in 1930s style vamp roles… and movies had started to talk, so she didn’t need the mugging and pantomime. She quit the movies soon after this portrait.
I’m sure the people with the signs are from the Westboro Baptist Church… which is what they call themselves, but they are not affiliated with or accepted by any real Baptist (or any other) churches.
They are truly evil people, mostly one large extended family, based in Topeka, Kansas… a self-brewed cult, who hate not only gays, but Jews, the military, abortion, other churches, the US government, and more.
They picket funerals of victims of hate crimes, soldiers, and religious leaders, with signs saying the deceased deserved to die.
They protested at the funerals of children killed at Sandy Hook, and at military funerals, where they hold big signs that say things like “Pray for more dead soldiers.”
I watched a series of videos taken from a documentary made by Louis Theroux, where he followed and interviewed members. It was horrifying.
I also saw some YouTube videos made by one of the young women, who left and became a gay rights advocate.
I’m not sure whether holding a sign that says “God hates Marines”, or “Fags should die” isn’t incitement to violence against those groups, but somehow, they come out protected.
Somebody has done some editing here.
It was 11 seconds after he left that the dryer exploded.
Even at 3 MPH he’d be about 48 feet away from the explosion (or possibly at the driver’s door of his car) and as the explosion was basically right angles to the street, his chance of injury was small.
Here is an article about Oregon high school student BROOKLYN ANDERSON and her winning of the state championship.
There is a link to the race’s ending labeled “most exciting finishes” that matches nighthawks’ posting yesterday.
We don’t use the term ‘Blinker Fluid’ over here, we know it as either ‘Flasher Fluid’, or ‘Indicator Oil’. It replaced the ubiquitous ‘Trafficator Grease’ many years ago when their use fell out of fashion. Either way, I’m nearly out so I must get some.
When I was in electronics school in the Air Force (Keesler AFB, Biloxi MS) it was a common joke to send a newbie to the squadron next door to ask for a quart of Grid Leak Bias.
It is an effect from old vacuum tubes that caused a reverse voltage to appear on a signal input of a vacuum tube amplifier in case anyone was interested in what it was.
Hey! I was stationed there also!—October 65-April, ’66.
while you were learning about vacuum tubes , I was mastering the complexities of Morse Code and the MC88–(military name for a typewriter)
The Morse Code came in handy in later years of my life whenever there was a movie where morse was used, I was the only one in the room who could interpret it. (generally, in the movies, it’s just gibberish meant to convey communication by morse but not really doing so)
Hey! a ditty-bop! Do you remember the term?
I was there from October ’70 to June ’71. I went to tech control school. When I got out in ’74, I went back to a tech school to learn more than just how to fix six tube AM radios. It was Televisions and introduction to computers, which was just becoming common then. I was in the first class and ended up helping the Instructor write the course by troubleshooting the workbooks he was still writing.
“Drift Away” is my blues song. When I’m feeling blue, I dig out the gitfiddle and start in. Starts out soft and mellow. Soon, I’m belting out the chorus.
This was my calico, Ruff. She passed twenty years ago this week due to kidney issues. Essentially her kidneys hadn’t developed properly. She made it to nine which amazed the vets as cats with such issues rarely make three. She was sister to Tumble (Ruff and Tumble) as I wanted linked names for them, and got shouted down by my sisters when I said I was going to name the ‘Furball and Fleabag’.
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If you have spent time with a dog, you know that look.
And you know why she is holding him back!
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“There’s a scout troop short a child
Krushchev‘s due at Idlewild!…”
Cool… You should mention that those are links.
I didn’t know they were links!
Shh… I’ll give you credit anyway.
There’s a holdup in the Bronx!
“…there’s a traffic jam in Harlem
that’s backed up to Jackson Heights…”
..
It happens. The mountain above Lake Havasu City had dustings on the top in the winter
Thanks!
I’d looked at it quickly and didn’t even notice the snow till you said that. Duh.
So I had to search it… it’s Tucson in 2019.
Pasadena–1911
Could that possibly be the little young lady driving that car?
??
I think it might be a reference to the song.
Yes (if she was 20 here she’d be 73 in ’64 when the song came out).
and if she were a legitimate ‘old’ lady of 73 back in ’64, why
she’d be over 130…..probably slowed down a bit by now
Only thing is…. 74 is (sniffle) NOT a little old lady.
Okay… I guess maybe we thought it was, back in the dark ages of 1964.
In my job, I meet some of the oldest 60 year olds and some of the youngest 90 year olds ever.
Silly me… I should have gotten that.
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Thought so. Wasn’t sure about her though…
Same.
I got nothin’.
Since nobody’s telling….
They were called Hollywood royalty… built a mansion in Beverly Hills when it was still a rural nowhere, and entertained everybody who was anybody. They were inseparable… until they weren’t… which would have been within a few years of this picture.
Is that who you guys thought it was? Cos for me, it’s hard to think of him without her, in that era
Didn’t get either of them, but I thought she looked familiar.
I knew who she should be. I just always see her in ringlets…
She got a little old for them, though she hung on for a long time. People still wanted her to play little girls.
But in the very late 1920s, in her 30s,she finally bobbed her hair….. It was reported in newspapers and fans cried!
In 1932 she turned 40.
Fans had a hard time accepting her in 1930s style vamp roles… and movies had started to talk, so she didn’t need the mugging and pantomime. She quit the movies soon after this portrait.
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š Sad story. I’m sure he would have grown to be a fine young man
“Hic!”
I’ll drink to that!
So, we celebrate an illegal product? š
Ha… Like nobody celebrated 4:20 before it was legal?
Ah, yes. The celebration that lasts all year long…
A type of liqour rather than a moral judgment. Moonshine is raw corn likker. When you age ‘shine through the Bourbon process, you get, well, bourbon.
With a license, one can produce moonshine.
Then you mix it with gasoline and can sell it for 1/100’th the price. Three cheers for ecnomics!
I believe I have a jar of Peach Moonshine in the cupboard.
well, what the heck’s it doing up there?
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If I didn’t know the movie, I’d still recognize the two on top.
I think this is easier than the last.
Me too.
Brave kid!
Good for him!
I’m sure the people with the signs are from the Westboro Baptist Church… which is what they call themselves, but they are not affiliated with or accepted by any real Baptist (or any other) churches.
They are truly evil people, mostly one large extended family, based in Topeka, Kansas… a self-brewed cult, who hate not only gays, but Jews, the military, abortion, other churches, the US government, and more.
They picket funerals of victims of hate crimes, soldiers, and religious leaders, with signs saying the deceased deserved to die.
They protested at the funerals of children killed at Sandy Hook, and at military funerals, where they hold big signs that say things like “Pray for more dead soldiers.”
I watched a series of videos taken from a documentary made by Louis Theroux, where he followed and interviewed members. It was horrifying.
I also saw some YouTube videos made by one of the young women, who left and became a gay rights advocate.
these people are genuine swine.—but, free speech and all that
That’s what the courts have repeatedly decided.
Despicable but not illegal.
I’m not sure whether holding a sign that says “God hates Marines”, or “Fags should die” isn’t incitement to violence against those groups, but somehow, they come out protected.
Just don’t say anything negative about …You know who…
They probably hate him too.
They hate everybody.
Poster children for the evils of inbreeding…
,.
‘Welcome back, welcome back, welcome back
Welcome back, welcome back
You asked for trouble, and trouble obliged.
yeah, she might as well poke a grizzly bear with a stick and see where that goes
And that’s why the polar bears are disappearing
But fat…
No one offered to hold her beer?
That’s all I found too.
Cool. Underwater bats.
I was thinking air fish… But either way.
That fish was “long time. no sea…”
Maybe that’s why it’s a skeleton.
Somebody has done some editing here.
It was 11 seconds after he left that the dryer exploded.
Even at 3 MPH he’d be about 48 feet away from the explosion (or possibly at the driver’s door of his car) and as the explosion was basically right angles to the street, his chance of injury was small.
That was some really good timing leaving the laundromat.
What was in that load of clothes that would allow a flash over that powerful?
If you will notice, it didn’t go off until the door opened.
If I remember correctly, it was a disposable lighter, and the heat from the dryer set it off.
Re: The somersaulting hurdler from yesterday.
Here is an article about Oregon high school student BROOKLYN ANDERSON and her winning of the state championship.
There is a link to the race’s ending labeled “most exciting finishes” that matches nighthawks’ posting yesterday.
Give her points for presence-of-mind too.
We don’t use the term ‘Blinker Fluid’ over here, we know it as either ‘Flasher Fluid’, or ‘Indicator Oil’. It replaced the ubiquitous ‘Trafficator Grease’ many years ago when their use fell out of fashion. Either way, I’m nearly out so I must get some.
When I was in electronics school in the Air Force (Keesler AFB, Biloxi MS) it was a common joke to send a newbie to the squadron next door to ask for a quart of Grid Leak Bias.
It is an effect from old vacuum tubes that caused a reverse voltage to appear on a signal input of a vacuum tube amplifier in case anyone was interested in what it was.
Hey! I was stationed there also!—October 65-April, ’66.
while you were learning about vacuum tubes , I was mastering the complexities of Morse Code and the MC88–(military name for a typewriter)
The Morse Code came in handy in later years of my life whenever there was a movie where morse was used, I was the only one in the room who could interpret it. (generally, in the movies, it’s just gibberish meant to convey communication by morse but not really doing so)
Hey! a ditty-bop! Do you remember the term?
I was there from October ’70 to June ’71. I went to tech control school. When I got out in ’74, I went back to a tech school to learn more than just how to fix six tube AM radios. It was Televisions and introduction to computers, which was just becoming common then. I was in the first class and ended up helping the Instructor write the course by troubleshooting the workbooks he was still writing.
Do they sell green oil for the Starboard running lights too?
I think it’s on backorder.
“Drift Away” is my blues song. When I’m feeling blue, I dig out the gitfiddle and start in. Starts out soft and mellow. Soon, I’m belting out the chorus.
My version of Primal Scream therapy
Iām a full grown man. I have been for a distressingly long period of time.
Mi kitten is so cute I want to squeal like a little girl.
This was my calico, Ruff. She passed twenty years ago this week due to kidney issues. Essentially her kidneys hadn’t developed properly. She made it to nine which amazed the vets as cats with such issues rarely make three. She was sister to Tumble (Ruff and Tumble) as I wanted linked names for them, and got shouted down by my sisters when I said I was going to name the ‘Furball and Fleabag’.
I have a soft spot for calicos.
Mom loved calicos too. š