By the way… the Cotton Club is remembered for featuring all the most famous Black entertainers of the 1930s, and drawing celebrities to Harlem in droves.
What a lot of people don’t realize is that it was a Whites-only venue, where the rich White clientele, including actors, politicians and business magnates, was not allowed to mingle with the performers, who were all Black.
I’ve read that a few very famous ones were allowed in as guests, but mostly, there was a color line enforced between backstage and the tables out front.
Not long before it closed, it was integrated.
But for most of its years, it caused tensions in Harlem, a Black community denied entrance to see its own most famous performers in their own neighborhood.
Even well known performers, that you’re familiar with today, couldn’t walk out the stage doors and come in the front ones, or invite friends and family to watch the shows.
But it was a product of its day… very few places were integrated, even in the North, especially upscale places.
Rich White clientele did not expect to encounter “those people” in their favorite haunts, and tended to treat all Black people as a serving class, even famous entertainers.
In fact some people still treated White entertainers as a lower class as well…
Most “show people” were not socially acceptable.
WWI started changing attitudes about race; WWII did more, once integrated troops fought together… though not all troops were integrated even then.
2024’s mingling of classes and races would be not only shocking, but completely incomprehensible to a socialite of 1924.
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Afghan hounds are such impossible looking dogs, it seems even more impossible that they could have puppies.
But they must, or we wouldn’t have more Afghan hounds.
And here’s proof!
Proof?! Clearly AI 😉
😁
Afghan ? I was thinking Borzoi .
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Beautiful.
In the spirit of the holidays… Can anybody spare a baguette?
Very tastefully done 😛
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I sense a disturbance in the force, or at least an imminent collision…
♫ Head-on on the highway ♪ looking for adventure ♫…
My misheard opening to Born to be Wild.
Plus indecipherable signs, except for a few gratuitous “NY”s thrown in.
Mixed eras of vehicles… unrecognizable stuff on the sidewalk.
I’m getting a sort of plastic smell from it… you know… the scent of fuel for an AI image generator.
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I think I’m getting a case of the spins.
Can we call this a colorized real picture? Please?
I think so
Here’s THE GUARDIAN on this colour photograph from 1949.
I hope that article made sense to you… it didn’t to me.
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Some good friends used to have one for their everyday car, in the late 1990s.
I think it was a 52, but it looked about the same.
He was a mechanic, and constantly working on it.
I dunno why I’m speaking in past tense… maybe it’s still true.
We just kind of lost touch over the years when they had kids and I didn’t.
I wouldn’t be surprised if that car is still on the road. It was a beauty.
Might not be practical as a main family car.
Wow, their kids must be almost 30. Maybe they don’t need a family car now… Or…maybe they ferry the grandkids.
Time flies.
That always makes me have to say… “Time flies like an arrow. Fruit flies prefer a banana.”
I was trying for angelfood, honest!
Aren’t you going to introduce us to this fun-loving bon vivant?
That’s ok, you can skip me.
“Rosebud…”
The last basselope.
Obviously it’s Rudolf the red-nosed basset.
Poor nose looks painted, not like something that lights up.
I hope she(?)’s happier than she looks!
Yay! Dinner for $1.50… let’s go!
Gotta love the wording: “Sepian stars.”
By the way… the Cotton Club is remembered for featuring all the most famous Black entertainers of the 1930s, and drawing celebrities to Harlem in droves.
What a lot of people don’t realize is that it was a Whites-only venue, where the rich White clientele, including actors, politicians and business magnates, was not allowed to mingle with the performers, who were all Black.
I’ve read that a few very famous ones were allowed in as guests, but mostly, there was a color line enforced between backstage and the tables out front.
Not long before it closed, it was integrated.
But for most of its years, it caused tensions in Harlem, a Black community denied entrance to see its own most famous performers in their own neighborhood.
Even well known performers, that you’re familiar with today, couldn’t walk out the stage doors and come in the front ones, or invite friends and family to watch the shows.
Was not aware of the color line at the Cotton Club. That is utterly indefensible. 😣
Hear, hear!
Not trying to excuse it, cos I agree.
But it was a product of its day… very few places were integrated, even in the North, especially upscale places.
Rich White clientele did not expect to encounter “those people” in their favorite haunts, and tended to treat all Black people as a serving class, even famous entertainers.
In fact some people still treated White entertainers as a lower class as well…
Most “show people” were not socially acceptable.
WWI started changing attitudes about race; WWII did more, once integrated troops fought together… though not all troops were integrated even then.
2024’s mingling of classes and races would be not only shocking, but completely incomprehensible to a socialite of 1924.
Cab Calloway! Let’s go; I’ll spring for the $1.50 dinners.
Big spender. 😜
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Is that what they call the little cherry in the front row?
Got. Not hidden very well.
Really.
Doesn’t look like it was even meant to be hidden.
“Mongo just prawn in game of life.”
I wonder how many ribs were broken.
This does not appear to have been well thought out.
This one’s really good.
What a lovely, heartwarming display of holiday peace and joy.
Of course, you should be forewarned, just by seeing the words “Cleo” and “Garfield” in the title.
If you use them both in the same sentence with “peace” and “joy”, the page will explode.
Add “heartwarming” and the Earth may just jerk backwards for a second on its axis.
New York, 1917. The landship USS Recruit, a wooden destroyer set up in Union Square as a Navy recruiting station.
A goat, and young men dancing with each other.
Just what was the Navy looking for?
“Don’t ask, don’t tell…”
Oh, they’re telling all right….
But unfortunately for those drawn in, I’m pretty sure it was false advertising.
A good week to everyone 🎅🎄
Thanks… And the same to you!
back atcha!
Thank you.
To you as well.
A tip o’ the hat to ya, Gov.
Fa – la – la – la – la,
Lah – Lah – Lah
😀
Wish she said what we could DO about it.
Basically: “A large percentage of your food is probably fake. The government is trying to stop it.”
But no indication of how to tell and what’s actually safe to buy.
This is one of my favorite Clio animations. One of the few times she’s being evil, but I agree with her.