From Shorpy: “January 1914. New York. “Women’s Political Union — Suffrage dancers.” On the Suffrage Ball program along with the Butterfly Dancers. Bain News Service glass negative.”
I’ve never heard any stories about James Dean and a scarf, if that’s what you mean… so I tried to Google it.
I got no results for “James Dean acarf” that actually mentioned a scarf, except for the “AI overview”, which said some people confuse the death of James Dean with that of Isadora Duncan, but that there was no mention of a scarf or any garment in news reports of his accident.
What is known is that he was driving his Porsche Spyder when an incoming car partially turned into his lane, and they crashed head-on.
His passenger and the driver of the other car both survived, so there were two actual eyewitness accounts.
All safety concerns aside, I suspect that viewers of the day were completely focused on her scandalous bare knees and that the “windy” scenario was concocted as an excuse to show them.
I had a cat, briefly, in high school, a beautiful, dark brown Burmese, which at the time, was a fairly rare breed. I won her in an art contest, which was a fluke.
I loved her, but my parents, while they’d said I could accept my prize, didn’t like cats. My mother, in fact, said they were rodents, and didn’t belong in houses.
So of course, the cat adored my mother. My father went to work, we siblings went to school, and the cat followed my stay-at-home mother all day, wanting to be near her.
She was small and sleek, not like this huge fluffy kitty… and she did exactly this, but much more successfully, when Mom was washing dishes
My mother would scream, and the cat world jump off… usually not onto the floor, but the sink counter, or if she’d made it to Mom’s shoulders, to the top of the refrigerator, where she’d sit and purr loudly.
After a few months, sadly, they made me sell my cat.
But I guess it was going to be inevitable, one way or another… my parents hated cats, and my siblings wanted a dog instead (which we didn’t get anyway).
And I didn’t know it yet, but in about a year and a half, I’d be living in a college dorm, 400 miles away.
I tried to find out what kind of (presumably) squirrel species this adorable little creature belonged to, but all the comments led to animals that didn’t resemble him at all.
His face and tail are both rounder, in different ways, and his tail much shorter, than north American or European squirrels whose pictures I found, and he’s totally different from the suggested Japanese, Indian and Australian ground or flying squirrels.
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Sometimes it’s good to be a toon.
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Oh yeah? And just who fed me all that food, and gave me all those treats?
And you’d better not stop.
You’re not exactly a stick-boy yourself, you know.
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From Shorpy: “January 1914. New York. “Women’s Political Union — Suffrage dancers.” On the Suffrage Ball program along with the Butterfly Dancers. Bain News Service glass negative.”
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That’s the Lassie I remember! With Tommy Rettig as Jeff. (Though Roddy McDowell was a close second…
Yay Jeff!
He didn’t go around falling into wells
I remember him getting bitten by a rattlesnake, though….
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NYC 1950 … Gelatin silver print, 2013, from 1950 photo by Venezuelan photographer Alfredo Cortina… Museum of Modern Art
We still have a Woolworth Co. building here downtown. Historical area, so the building is totally repurposed, but they left the signs up.
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Asperitas clouds.
Sure looks like an ocean storm.
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I judge those scarves to be extremely unwise under the circumstances.
I’m not big on the lawn chair either!
I thought they were just posing, but your comment just made me realize that the car is supposed to be moving, with that chair on the running board!
If this were a photo instead of a painting, she’d have more than her scarf to worry about!
Isadora Duncan was still alive in 1922, so they hadn’t learned that lesson yet….
And hopefully weren’t about to become the historical example, as that role was left to Isadora, in 1927.
Or the (disproven?) legend of James Dean.
I’ve never heard any stories about James Dean and a scarf, if that’s what you mean… so I tried to Google it.
I got no results for “James Dean acarf” that actually mentioned a scarf, except for the “AI overview”, which said some people confuse the death of James Dean with that of Isadora Duncan, but that there was no mention of a scarf or any garment in news reports of his accident.
What is known is that he was driving his Porsche Spyder when an incoming car partially turned into his lane, and they crashed head-on.
His passenger and the driver of the other car both survived, so there were two actual eyewitness accounts.
Was this another “Tik Tok Challenge” of days gone by? Another one that got people killed?
All safety concerns aside, I suspect that viewers of the day were completely focused on her scandalous bare knees and that the “windy” scenario was concocted as an excuse to show them.
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How wet did his camera get?
Looks like total immersion to me.
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Fluffy clearly has a “thing” for women’s backsides.
I had a cat, briefly, in high school, a beautiful, dark brown Burmese, which at the time, was a fairly rare breed. I won her in an art contest, which was a fluke.
I loved her, but my parents, while they’d said I could accept my prize, didn’t like cats. My mother, in fact, said they were rodents, and didn’t belong in houses.
So of course, the cat adored my mother. My father went to work, we siblings went to school, and the cat followed my stay-at-home mother all day, wanting to be near her.
She was small and sleek, not like this huge fluffy kitty… and she did exactly this, but much more successfully, when Mom was washing dishes
My mother would scream, and the cat world jump off… usually not onto the floor, but the sink counter, or if she’d made it to Mom’s shoulders, to the top of the refrigerator, where she’d sit and purr loudly.
After a few months, sadly, they made me sell my cat.
Sad that you had to sell her. She sounds fun.
I was very sad. She was beautiful, and sweet.
But I guess it was going to be inevitable, one way or another… my parents hated cats, and my siblings wanted a dog instead (which we didn’t get anyway).
And I didn’t know it yet, but in about a year and a half, I’d be living in a college dorm, 400 miles away.
I’m sure they wouldn’t have kept her for me.
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Rocky couldn’t care less about your barbed wire fence.
I tried to find out what kind of (presumably) squirrel species this adorable little creature belonged to, but all the comments led to animals that didn’t resemble him at all.
His face and tail are both rounder, in different ways, and his tail much shorter, than north American or European squirrels whose pictures I found, and he’s totally different from the suggested Japanese, Indian and Australian ground or flying squirrels.
That’s all I’ve got for now.
I’m thinking a Ground Squirrel with that tail, but would need to see it’s back to make a guess…
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I wonder what goes on in the upstairs apartment…
Signs ‘point’ to a sign painting business. 😉
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Well, that one was quick.
Sure was!
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I don’t remember her in the series!
I do. She was also in other series on the Mickey Mouse Club, and appeared in some episodes of Zorro, too.
I know she was in lots of Mickey Mouse Club episodes. Just not this one…
(I only remember two Spin and Marty series, and this wasn’t one of them.)
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Oh! I was seeing a furry turtle till I enlarged it!
Taken by Kristi Odom, who also took the great photo of the osprey we saw yesterday.
30 seconds at a time is plenty. 🙂
Scorpionfish in Sogod Bay, Philippines.
Are you sure it’s not a Patchworkquiltfish?
White-crested Helmet-shrikes of sub-Saharan Africa.
Yesterday, Botanical Garden Munich
Juvenile common moorhen
From today’s London “Daily Mail.”