But neither that, nor, hopefully, your paper route, pulled us out of school, and had us working 60+ hours a week, like most factory workers in 1910, supporting our families.
These kids never finished school and had almost no free time.
I remember seeing pictures of a 12 year old boy “rescued” from a job and placed in a special school… He’s staring at playground equipment because he doesn’t know what it is.
Illegal most places in the US till 16, in fact, in some states, 18.
But I don’t know how old your father is… I just assume, which one shouldn’t, that because you’re younger than me, he’s younger than mine, who graduated from high school in 1935.
Back then, a few states allowed leaving at 14; but not by the end of WWII.
Movie, “The Thing”?
But I also seem to remember a song in the 70’s opening with that or a similar line (and not associated to the movie) and done spoken, not sung, but for the life of me, I cannot remember that title.
Tcchh!
I remember the song now, similar, but close:
“Spill the Wine”, Eric Burdon & War:
I was once out strolling one very hot summer’s day When I thought I’d lay myself down to rest In a big field of tall grass I lay there in the sun and felt it caressing my face As I fell asleep and dreamed…
In another life I had a window display business and I once approached a store that had this era manikins in their window. They were quite insulted that I thought they could use my services. I didn’t get the contract. This was in the late 80s.
They’re window shopping at Wolf Brothers, Tampa, Fla., in 1950.
Christian Dior’s postwar New Look, of extremely wide shoulders and long skirts, using loads of fabric to counter wartime austerity, was by then getting toned down to fit the budgets and the more timid tastes of the average women…
We were, to my mind, entering the probably dowdiest period of fashion history… though it became very popular with vintage-wearing young Gen X and even millennial women, as a natural progression from boomer love of 1930s and 40s fashion.
Today’s vintage-wearing teenagers, Gen A, wear 1980s and 90s clothes that I don’t even realizen are vintage… LOL
He has a curved snout, a bit like a bull terrier… also reminds me of a borzoi, but short.
However I saw this picture posted in several places where he was described as a collie.
Then i discovered that it comes from a 1955 Life magazine… I found an image of the page, but of course the text was in the photo, where you can’t select and copy it.
So… I jumped through a couple of hoops, and got Google Lens to select and copy it.
The caption, from October 1955:
“Mrs. Hillard Hanson of Salem, Ore, likes all kinds of creatures and so does her dog Dusty. So when Mrs. Hanson’s daughter brought home three baby robins, Mrs. Hanson be came a foster mother and Dusty became fascinated by their bird-brain antics. When the birds started to fly, they learned
that Dusty’s shaggy head was a convenient landing place. Finally there came times when all three were perched on Dusty’s head at once. Now the robins have flown their Collie, and all but one which made the mistake of landing on a less civilized dog than Dusty-have headed south”
I’ve been having a little… er… discussion with the browser on my tablet about whether it wants to stay open and/or allow me to post.
Over and over, a few hours ago, it wouldn’t let me finish my Dr. Seuss puzzle list or give me time to make a spoiler box before freezing…. so I apologize for no spoiler box.
Meanwhile, a lovely Grant Wood painting for a poster… But somebody… not mentioning any names… has been changing things!
In fact, nine things! I’m going to go ahead and post the ones I found while the tablet is behaving (I hope!)…
Simple answer, they are there for two reasons, the first is to spread the weight of the locomotive, and the second is that for high speed running they guide the front of the loco smoothly into the curves. If the wheels are not fixed directly to the frame (They can be), then they also reduce the length of the fixed wheelbase for a long locomotive. If there are only one pair of wheels on the truck, then it is referred to as a Pony Truck, and if their are two or more, then it becomes a Bogie Truck. In both cases the movement of the truck is controlled by springs on either side, and the axles are sprung.
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You know they are relaxed when they start melting.
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It blends so well into its surroundings.
A welcome sight on a weary drive.
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Just waitin’ for that ACME anvil to come busting through the house and drop it into the canyon below…
So…. the canyon is full of water?
There are no differences to be found in that house.
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Dance like no one’s watching!
You can almost hear the giggles and squeals!
Um…. about the extra front paw…. or?
The tail looks to be curled around the back of its body, shows up in the shadow. But does look a bit odd.
I’m sure you’re right, but wow… that’s a long tail!
I thought so too, which is why I thought it was a bit odd.
Kevin Costner, the early years.
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Only “a few* under 14… so 14 is ok? And nobody minds a “few” 10 and 12 year olds mixed in.
The kid center front in the newsboy cap looks 9.
I know Lewis Hine wouldn’t have approved of that, so if it sounds positive, he was probably just a bit relieved it wasn’t worse.
My father left school and started work at fourteen.
I started working as a paperboy at 11. Paid for a lot of things school-related and that I wanted.
Yeah, and I babysat a lot at 12.
But neither that, nor, hopefully, your paper route, pulled us out of school, and had us working 60+ hours a week, like most factory workers in 1910, supporting our families.
These kids never finished school and had almost no free time.
I remember seeing pictures of a 12 year old boy “rescued” from a job and placed in a special school… He’s staring at playground equipment because he doesn’t know what it is.
School leaving age in the UK in the 1930’s was 14.
Illegal most places in the US till 16, in fact, in some states, 18.
But I don’t know how old your father is… I just assume, which one shouldn’t, that because you’re younger than me, he’s younger than mine, who graduated from high school in 1935.
Back then, a few states allowed leaving at 14; but not by the end of WWII.
My father was born in 1924, and the school leaving age in the 1930’s was 14.
Late parenthood like in my case. My siblings were 10 and 12 years older than I.
A bit late, but not terribly so, in my case, cos I’m older than you.
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They do say people and their.pets start to look alike….
I always said she was kind of hawkish in her view of the world.
Well, parrotish anyway
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Eew.
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The thing…
No, not that thing.
The other thing.
“As I was walking down the beach one bright and sunny day”
Not too many will get this one.
Movie, “The Thing”?
But I also seem to remember a song in the 70’s opening with that or a similar line (and not associated to the movie) and done spoken, not sung, but for the life of me, I cannot remember that title.
Tcchh!
I remember the song now, similar, but close:
“Spill the Wine”, Eric Burdon & War:
I was once out strolling one very hot summer’s day
When I thought I’d lay myself down to rest
In a big field of tall grass
I lay there in the sun and felt it caressing my face
As I fell asleep and dreamed…
I came upon a great big box, floating in the bay.
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In another life I had a window display business and I once approached a store that had this era manikins in their window. They were quite insulted that I thought they could use my services. I didn’t get the contract. This was in the late 80s.
They’re window shopping at Wolf Brothers, Tampa, Fla., in 1950.
Christian Dior’s postwar New Look, of extremely wide shoulders and long skirts, using loads of fabric to counter wartime austerity, was by then getting toned down to fit the budgets and the more timid tastes of the average women…
We were, to my mind, entering the probably dowdiest period of fashion history… though it became very popular with vintage-wearing young Gen X and even millennial women, as a natural progression from boomer love of 1930s and 40s fashion.
Today’s vintage-wearing teenagers, Gen A, wear 1980s and 90s clothes that I don’t even realizen are vintage… LOL
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One problem here. Banana flowers hang down.
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The top of the Metropolis State Building?
(I think the monkey looked better! Ook!)
Actually, though maybe more boring than a monkey….
It’s a statue of Russian hero, cosmonaut Yuri Gagarin, standing in Moscow’s Gagarin Square, also named for him.
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What breed is that pooch …looks like a cross between a bull terrier and a collie
He has a curved snout, a bit like a bull terrier… also reminds me of a borzoi, but short.
However I saw this picture posted in several places where he was described as a collie.
Then i discovered that it comes from a 1955 Life magazine… I found an image of the page, but of course the text was in the photo, where you can’t select and copy it.
So… I jumped through a couple of hoops, and got Google Lens to select and copy it.
The caption, from October 1955:
“Mrs. Hillard Hanson of Salem, Ore, likes all kinds of creatures and so does her dog Dusty. So when Mrs. Hanson’s daughter brought home three baby robins, Mrs. Hanson be came a foster mother and Dusty became fascinated by their bird-brain antics. When the birds started to fly, they learned
that Dusty’s shaggy head was a convenient landing place. Finally there came times when all three were perched on Dusty’s head at once. Now the robins have flown their Collie, and all but one which made the mistake of landing on a less civilized dog than Dusty-have headed south”
I thought doggie was a collie
Yeah, I didn’t say it right but I did too.
I was just trying to make sure, because he has a rather odd nose and short face.
75 years ago (aaaghhh) dogs weren’t as strictly bred for certain traits.
I’ve been having a little… er… discussion with the browser on my tablet about whether it wants to stay open and/or allow me to post.
Over and over, a few hours ago, it wouldn’t let me finish my Dr. Seuss puzzle list or give me time to make a spoiler box before freezing…. so I apologize for no spoiler box.
Meanwhile, a lovely Grant Wood painting for a poster… But somebody… not mentioning any names… has been changing things!
In fact, nine things! I’m going to go ahead and post the ones I found while the tablet is behaving (I hope!)…
So you go ahead and find them too; then we can….
Schwing!!
Thought so (regarding the spoiler box yesterday).
And: YES!!!
Thanks for the solution, Susan!
That one:
was a toughie for me.
The first time I did it, I missed that, and marked something else, which turned out to be a glitch in the way the file saved in my app.
Looking back to my email, I saw that what I marked wasn’t supposed to be a difference… and had to search a bit harder to find that one.
October Gold, (1889), John Atkinson Grimshaw (British, 1836–1893), Oil on Canvas, 59 x 44.5 cm (22.2 x 17.5 in).
Bunny, for Bunday.
Great Crested Grebe with her chicks.
Look like red hearts emojis…
❤️
Haubentaucher four days ago; Nymphenburg:
I swear that mama looks very pleased with herself, and proud.
Simple answer, they are there for two reasons, the first is to spread the weight of the locomotive, and the second is that for high speed running they guide the front of the loco smoothly into the curves. If the wheels are not fixed directly to the frame (They can be), then they also reduce the length of the fixed wheelbase for a long locomotive. If there are only one pair of wheels on the truck, then it is referred to as a Pony Truck, and if their are two or more, then it becomes a Bogie Truck. In both cases the movement of the truck is controlled by springs on either side, and the axles are sprung.