tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-65223883182186572932024-03-20T07:06:19.285-08:001950s UnlimitedLiving and Loving the 1950's50smehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09351928852267517724noreply@blogger.comBlogger108125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6522388318218657293.post-26157625323393503242011-09-27T12:37:00.001-08:002011-09-28T09:24:31.451-08:001950's American Slang Word of the Day #28<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><b>Joe and Clare went down to O'Reillys Pub the other night. I hear Clare woke up in that flop house down on Hayson Street two days later! No billfold, no hat and no shoes...you know, the two toned ones he was always big talking about? Gone! He thinks some fink slipped him a mickey. I think it was Joe. You know he's always trying to pull a fast one and I'll be go to hell if Clare doesn't come on like a fat head most of the time. Poor dumb screw up.</b></span><br />
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50smehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09351928852267517724noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6522388318218657293.post-56298807372160871002011-09-16T18:41:00.002-08:002011-09-18T19:13:45.685-08:001950's American Slang Word of the Day # 27<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span style="color: blue;"><strong>Heat. <span style="color: red;">1.</span> </strong></span><span style="color: black;"><strong>n. Trouble. usu. for criminals and usu. in the form of intense police searches or other police activity. <em>Underworld use c. 1925-</em></strong> <strong><span style="color: red;">2</span>. A town, country or area in which the police are actively looking for a criminal or are very active.</strong> <em>c. 1930<strong>- </strong></em><strong><span style="color: red;">3.</span> Mob violence. the resentment of a crowd or audience due to being cheated or fooled.</strong> <em>c. 1935-Carnival use.- </em><span style="color: red;"><strong><em>4.</em> </strong></span><span style="color: black;"><strong>any trouble , especially the anger or strict orders of a Boss, Superior or friend.</strong> <em>since c. 1940</em><strong>.- <span style="color: red;">5</span>. A gun, usually a pistol.</strong> <em>c. 1930</em><strong>.- <span style="color: red;">6</span>. Gunfire; usually as in <em><u>"Give someone the Heat."</u> =</em></strong> <em>to kill by shooting. prison use</em><strong>. <span style="color: red;">7</span>. Drunkeness; a Jag.</strong> <strong><span style="color: red;">8</span>. In Boxing; a round. <span style="color: red;">9</span>. In Baseball; an inning. </strong><em>The above two common sports usages since c. 1930, are taken from the standard racing term</em>. <strong>-ed. adj. Reprimanded, chastised, punished.</strong> <em>Rock and Roll use since</em> <em>c. 1955</em><strong>. -er. n. <span style="color: red;">1</span>. a Gun, Revolver or Pistol . <em>since c. 1930.</em> Widely used in the underworld and in movies and books about the underworld. <span style="color: red;">2</span>. A Cigar.</strong></span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">cuz the heat is crawling all over the place. Poppo says if they bring the heat down on them we'll all burn. I promised poppo I wouldn't say nothin Johnny, nothin! You know I won't say nothin, doncha Johnny? Johnny? Tell Poppo I never said, wouldja Johnny? I mean, I wouldnta said... not ever, Johnny. You know that, right Johnny? Right? Let Poppo know, would ya Johnny? Let him know I never said.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">What I say to you John, is not deceptive or fraudulent in any way. I have absolutely no inkling as to the whereabouts of Harold and Winford. The Boss has suggested that the two are to remain hidden for quite some time. It seems that a large number of officers of law enforcement are in the act of observing many of the places we all frequent for entertainment and socializing. The Boss has made it quite clear that if Harold and Winford are arrested then we are all in for a highly uncomfortable situation. I gave the Boss my word that I would not utter a sound about Harold and Winfords whereabouts. Not a sound. I get a strange feeling by your sober appearance that I may not have long to live. In that case, I would like to make it clear that I would not have broken my silence. Please let the Boss know that I was a man to the end, never having released the information entrusted to me.</span></div>
50smehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09351928852267517724noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6522388318218657293.post-86944482210003482832011-07-04T14:32:00.003-08:002011-07-06T21:15:39.893-08:00A Bevvy of 4th of July Beauties<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><br />
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</div></div>50smehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09351928852267517724noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6522388318218657293.post-69790735088014143182010-11-17T16:14:00.001-09:002010-11-17T16:21:54.358-09:001950's American Slang Word(s) of the Day #26<span style="font-size: large;">Our 1950's American Slang Word(s) of the <strike>Day</strike> Week today is: </span><br />
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<strong><u>Peepshow: </u></strong> <span style="color: red;">1</span>. <span style="font-family: Rickles; font-size: large;">A supposedly private or surreptitious view, usually through a hole in a wall or tent, of nude women, couples engaged in sexual play or other lewd scenes. <em>Once traditionally part of small carnivals and often conducted by brothels, such shows were likely to be hoaxes, the viewer seeing little or nothing but being too embarrassed to complain. --</em><span style="color: red;">2</span>. Any Burlesque show, nightclub act or other lawful entertainment featuring chorus girls in scant attire, <em><span style="color: red;">strip tease</span></em> dances or the like.</span><br />
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<strong><u>Stripper: </u></strong> <span style="font-family: Rickles, "Times New Roman", serif;"> <span style="font-size: large;">1. A strip tease dancer, a burlesque or nightclub entertainer who disrobes, <em>(but usually not completely)</em> slowly and sensually to music: she may also but not necessarily, dance, do bumps and grinds, or perform other erotic movements.</span></span><br />
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</div><span style="color: blue;">Example:</span> <span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">My big brother Charley looks through that secret tent-hole at the carnival, Paulie. He's old enough to look. He says they calls it a peep show and he tells me there's ladies and their BOOBS there Paulie! Real live BOOBS! Big boobs, little boobs, fat boobs <em>and</em> all kinda boobs. There's boobs all around, Paulie! Not only are there boobs, Paulie, but Charley says that you get to see their <em>whatzits</em> too! their <em>whatzits </em>he tells me! I cant stand it, Paulie! I can't think of nothin else. I close my eyes and all I can see is boobs and whatzits. We gotta sneak in to that peep show, Paulie!</span><br />
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<span style="color: blue;">Clarification:</span> <span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">My older brother Charles paid a visit to the travelling show and he, possessing the necessary qualifications, made a visual inspection of a mysterious circular opening set high up on the wall of a private tent. (He expressed to me that this place is known among men as a "Peep Show") Charles was struck with a sudden feeling of wonder and excitement at the images before him...Women and their breasts, Paul! Breasts of all shapes and sizes danced before his eyes. He revealed to me that breasts are not the only thing, Paul, but the female sexual organs can be seen as well! Women and their sexual organs Paul! I can think of nothing else since I've heard. I try to intercept these visions with humdrum thoughts Paul, but alas, I am cursed. We must somehow witness these wonders ourselves!</span>50smehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09351928852267517724noreply@blogger.com15tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6522388318218657293.post-82986119955546192452010-11-11T12:53:00.000-09:002010-11-11T12:53:22.476-09:00Avoid Mannish Suits <span style="font-size: large;"> </span><u><span style="font-family: Rickles, "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: large;">Do you remember not to stride...to walk with a spring </span></u><br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WsVxZaxTSok/TNtx8F6Cu1I/AAAAAAAABQo/ms4_E-Cj2cc/s1600/femine1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" px="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WsVxZaxTSok/TNtx8F6Cu1I/AAAAAAAABQo/ms4_E-Cj2cc/s640/femine1.jpg" width="394" /></a></div> Found at: <a href="http://beautyisathingofthepast.blogspot.com/">Beauty is a Thing of the Past</a>50smehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09351928852267517724noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6522388318218657293.post-20825210028471470152010-10-24T17:34:00.003-08:002010-10-25T12:05:57.260-08:00They Liked Ike!<object classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" height="450" width="580"><param value="true" name="allowfullscreen"/><param value="always" name="allowscriptaccess"/><param value="high" name="quality"/><param value="true" name="cachebusting"/><param value="#000000" name="bgcolor"/><param name="movie" value="http://www.archive.org/flow/flowplayer.commercial-3.2.1.swf" /><param value="config={'key':'#$aa4baff94a9bdcafce8','playlist':['format=Thumbnail?.jpg',{'autoPlay':false,'url':'Eisenhow1952_512kb.mp4'}],'clip':{'autoPlay':true,'baseUrl':'http://www.archive.org/download/Eisenhow1952/','scaling':'fit','provider':'h264streaming'},'canvas':{'backgroundColor':'#000000','backgroundGradient':'none'},'plugins':{'controls':{'playlist':false,'fullscreen':true,'height':26,'backgroundColor':'#000000','autoHide':{'fullscreenOnly':true}},'h264streaming':{'url':'http://www.archive.org/flow/flowplayer.pseudostreaming-3.2.1.swf'}},'contextMenu':[{'View+Eisenhow1952+at+archive.org':null},'-','Flowplayer v3.2.1']}" name="flashvars"/><embed src="http://www.archive.org/flow/flowplayer.commercial-3.2.1.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="640" height="506" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" cachebusting="true" bgcolor="#000000" quality="high" flashvars="config={'key':'#$aa4baff94a9bdcafce8','playlist':['format=Thumbnail?.jpg',{'autoPlay':false,'url':'Eisenhow1952_512kb.mp4'}],'clip':{'autoPlay':true,'baseUrl':'http://www.archive.org/download/Eisenhow1952/','scaling':'fit','provider':'h264streaming'},'canvas':{'backgroundColor':'#000000','backgroundGradient':'none'},'plugins':{'controls':{'playlist':false,'fullscreen':true,'height':26,'backgroundColor':'#000000','autoHide':{'fullscreenOnly':true}},'h264streaming':{'url':'http://www.archive.org/flow/flowplayer.pseudostreaming-3.2.1.swf'}},'contextMenu':[{'View+Eisenhow1952+at+archive.org':null},'-','Flowplayer v3.2.1']}"> </embed></object><br />
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My grandfather (click Grandpa label for pic) had a tiny office where he kept all of his personal papers and manly, grandpa like stuff. As a little girl I loved his office. I loved looking at all the neat little things that he kept there. There were calendars that had long since served their basic purpose which gave me a funny feeling that he kept them there not for the cigar smoke stained, numbered pages but because of the images of <i>very</i> pretty ladies that graced the now age yellowed, stiff cardboard displays. <br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WsVxZaxTSok/TMTakwtGgEI/AAAAAAAABP8/Eyyj0-J8I-8/s1600/big.bmp" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" nx="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WsVxZaxTSok/TMTakwtGgEI/AAAAAAAABP8/Eyyj0-J8I-8/s640/big.bmp" width="323" /></a></div>There were stacks of wooden cigar boxes which held old receipts, notes, pencil stubs, erasers and the like. He kept private papers filed away within the drawers of an extremely heavy steel desk. There were also bullets; big ones, gun oil and hunting rifles. The guns were carefully placed in a hand made gun display rack from which also hung a pair of high powered binoculars. There were fishing poles, hooks, rubbery thingys that looked like little octopi and the warm, rich, oily scent of leather hung in the air throughout. One of my favorite items to look at was a small tin box that once held Sucrets cough drops. <br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg1Ui2NdP3GYVMTL4TDhEpy9dzdKgnfxGEnQYzXSBjzfS7mTqo5NTcaUBPXTpt_9rcTw9vpk64_v0avLziozensOSJy09a2MgdRi7EGykoXobGtsy4Xtm8qx7BIYdAOem6IIjAxyK58SX6q/s1600/blogO1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" nx="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg1Ui2NdP3GYVMTL4TDhEpy9dzdKgnfxGEnQYzXSBjzfS7mTqo5NTcaUBPXTpt_9rcTw9vpk64_v0avLziozensOSJy09a2MgdRi7EGykoXobGtsy4Xtm8qx7BIYdAOem6IIjAxyK58SX6q/s400/blogO1.jpg" width="400" /></a></div>Inside the tin was a tiny brass lighter, the kind with a wick, that had the Rainier "<span style="color: red;">R</span>" on it, and several campaign pins of varying sizes. Each one printed on it "<b>I LIKE IKE</b>" in one form or another. One had a baby on it with "I LIKE IKE" printed on its diaper and "Time for a Change" printed around the diameter. There was even one with an image of Mamie Eisenhower on it. <br />
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<span style="font-family: Rickles, "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: large;"><strong>Here Mrs. Betty Hentz enjoys the use of the grill, grilling tomatoes, sweet potatoes and pineapple to serve along with ribs.</strong></span><br />
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The children help to set a pretty table for the upcoming family meal. The new range makes it a snap preparing meals for hungry youngsters.<br />
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<div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WsVxZaxTSok/TLqDzxKtNaI/AAAAAAAABO8/_is33WGZpqA/s1600/oven.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" ex="true" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WsVxZaxTSok/TLqDzxKtNaI/AAAAAAAABO8/_is33WGZpqA/s400/oven.jpg" width="311" /></a></div><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><strong>The space in this young familys kitchen is so well utilized you would never know it only measures 10'x10'. It was designed to facilitate food preparation on a large or small scale. From this kitchen, betty can serve as many as two dozen persons with complete ease. When looking for an electric range husband and wife decided on one that was all cooking space. The range has divided surface units with a grill in the middle. With the grill removed, its extra large heating unit is ideal for cooking large quantities of such foods as spaghetti or corn on the cob, blanching vegetables for freezing or popping corn. In addition to the baking oven there is an extra oven specially designed for barbecuing or roasting. Betty can cook big roasts or broil large amounts of steak, hamburger or fish.</strong></span><br />
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</div>Today is the day, October 7th 1959, singer-actor Mario Lanza died in Rome at age 38.<br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WsVxZaxTSok/TK7CtE-qwqI/AAAAAAAABLg/1-NzB0jsbuo/s1600/lanza.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" ex="true" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WsVxZaxTSok/TK7CtE-qwqI/AAAAAAAABLg/1-NzB0jsbuo/s400/lanza.jpg" width="291" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Mario Lanza (January 31, 1921 - October 7, 1959) was an American Tenor and Hollywood movie star of the late 1940s and the 1950s. He was born the son of Italian immigrants as Alfredo Arnold Cocozza and began studying to be a professional singer at the young age of 15.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WsVxZaxTSok/TK7D9hZ9R7I/AAAAAAAABLk/IDZtOXJvAyE/s1600/lanza2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" ex="true" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WsVxZaxTSok/TK7D9hZ9R7I/AAAAAAAABLk/IDZtOXJvAyE/s400/lanza2.jpg" width="344" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Mario received his first piano as a surprise gift from his mother and father. He was raised in an atmosphere of opera and and Caruso recordings which his father played every day at home. He began to sing to the records. The more he listened, the more he sang. Eventually his parents took him to a voice teacher.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WsVxZaxTSok/TK7G3lwa7aI/AAAAAAAABLo/c4COiuB7m4E/s1600/lanza3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" ex="true" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WsVxZaxTSok/TK7G3lwa7aI/AAAAAAAABLo/c4COiuB7m4E/s400/lanza3.jpg" width="398" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Mario sang his first student opera in the role of <em>Fenton</em> in Nicolais "The Merry Wives of Windsor". He recieved great reviews from the Metropolitan Opera as well as from the music critics. Mario was on his way! Mario began to study with the famed Enrico Rosati.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WsVxZaxTSok/TK7JtIJiNwI/AAAAAAAABLs/rpor4G1WSDY/s1600/lanza4.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" ex="true" height="295" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WsVxZaxTSok/TK7JtIJiNwI/AAAAAAAABLs/rpor4G1WSDY/s400/lanza4.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">It has been said that upon hearing Marios voice, Rosati looked up to the heavens and exlaimed "I've been waiting for this voice to come along for many, many years?" While performing at the Hollywood Bowl with Francis Yeend in 1947, Mario impressed Louis B. Mayer, Head of MGM picture studios...The best was yet to come!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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MGM hoped that he would become the movie studio's "singing Clark Gable " due to his good looks and powerful voice. Lanza signed a seven-year contract with them. His movie debut was in 'That Midnight Kiss'. The following year, in the 'Toast of New Orleans' his featured popular song "Be My Love" became his first million-selling hit. In 1951, he starred in the role of his tenor idol, Enrico Caruso (1873–1921), in the biopic, <i><a href="http://draft.blogger.com/wiki/The_Great_Caruso" title="The Great Caruso"><span style="color: #0645ad;">The Great Caruso</span></a></i>, which produced another million-seller with "The Loveliest Night of the Year." <br />
Lanza became known as tempermental and rebellious. After recording the soundtrack for his film, The Student Prince, he walked out on the project after an argument with producer Dore Schary over his behavior on the set. <br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;">In April of 1959 Lanza suffered a minor heart attack, followed by double pneumonia in August. He died in Rome in October of that year at the age of 38 from a Pulmonary embolism after undergoing a controversial weight loss program colloquially known as "the twilight sleep treatment," which required its patients to be kept immobile and sedated for prolonged periods. He left behind his wife Betty, thier four children and a legacy that is still hotly debated today.</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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<u>1.</u> <span style="color: magenta;">I will buy an egg timer to limit the time of my phone calls this year. (Hint to mom and pop: how about charging me a nickle a minute overtime and thus helping to pay the </span><br />
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<u>2.</u> <span style="color: purple;">I will make my parties easier on the family by shopping for supplies myself -and not </span><br />
<span style="color: purple;">20 minutes before the guests are due. I will harness some of the available manpower to </span><br />
<span style="color: purple;">straighten things up after a party.</span><br />
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<u>3.<span style="color: magenta;"> </span></u><span style="color: magenta;">I will introduce the gentle art of discussion into our house instead of (a) ranting,</span><br />
<span style="color: magenta;">(b) sulking, and (c) being defiant when things arent going my way.</span><br />
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<u>4. </u> <span style="color: purple;">I will have the courage to express my own opinions instead of changing like a weather</span><br />
<span style="color: purple;">vane to <em>please every male I go out with</em>. </span><br />
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<u>5</u>. <span style="color: magenta;">I will reserve my goodnight kisses for the <em>one or two </em>boys I'm fondest of, ignoring</span><br />
<span style="color: magenta;">such obsolete advice as "It's allright to kiss a boy after the third date."</span><br />
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<u>6. </u><span style="color: purple;">I will praise <em>boys</em> for worthy endeavors -for doing well in a ball game or the school</span><br />
<span style="color: purple;">play-and stop applauding such childlike behavior such as speeding, clowing in public</span><br />
<span style="color: purple;">places and heckling the teacher.</span><br />
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<u>7. </u><span style="color: magenta;">I will try to think of the library as a gateway to many worlds and make use of its</span><br />
<span style="color: magenta;">facilities with the friendly help of the librarian.</span><br />
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<u>8.</u> <span style="color: purple;">I will experiment with one new extracurricular activity on the chance that I've been</span><br />
<span style="color: purple;">missing out on a whole lot of fun.</span><br />
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<u>9</u>. <span style="color: magenta;">I will try to realize that my teachers are my friends and I will get to know them</span><br />
<span style="color: magenta;">better, confident that they have much more to give me than my ABC's.</span><br />
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<strong><u>The Masculine Resolutions</u></strong><br />
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<u>1</u>. <span style="color: blue;">I will paste a note on my mirror as a reminder to do my chores so that mom needn't</span><br />
<span style="color: blue;">beat me over the head to get them done.</span><br />
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<u>2</u>. <span style="color: red;">In addition to helping the family by washing and polishing the car, shoveling snow,</span><br />
<span style="color: red;">mowing the lawn and doing my other chores, I will make it a point of trying to contribute</span><br />
<span style="color: red;">to family discussions with well thought out ideas on everything from politics to home</span><br />
<span style="color: red;">decoration.</span><br />
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<u>3</u>. <span style="color: blue;">Instead of increasing the rioting among the younger members of the family by </span><br />
<span style="color: blue;">belittling them or shouting at them, I will show the small fry a few tricks I've learned</span><br />
<span style="color: blue;">about getting along with people-like giving in occasionally or praising <em>their </em></span><br />
<span style="color: blue;">accomplishments.</span><br />
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<u>4</u>. <span style="color: red;">I will not let Uncle Sams hot breath on the back of my neck interfere with my focus</span><br />
<span style="color: red;">on studies, realizing that knowledge is power whether in service or in civilian live.</span><br />
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<u>5</u>. <span style="color: blue;">I will go out for at least one sport such as swimming, skating, skiing or bowling-that I</span><br />
<span style="color: blue;">can keep up <em>after </em>graduation.</span><br />
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<u>6</u>.<span style="color: red;"> I will cultivate tha habit of doing my least liked homework first.</span><br />
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<u>7</u>. <span style="color: blue;">I will avoid being lured into going steady by <em>some boy crazy female</em> or by a silly school custom, realizing that now's my time for<em> looking 'em over</em>.</span><br />
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<u>8</u>. <span style="color: red;">I will turn up for dates with some sort of plan in mind for the evening. For example, if we're going visiting, I'll have made sure the visitees are at home before hand. If we're</span><br />
<span style="color: red;">movies bound, I will know ahead of time what's playing and when the show begins and ends. I'll be a bit flexible of course if <em>she</em> has something up her little sleeve.</span><br />
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<span style="color: black;"><u>9</u>. I will stop thinking of kissing as a pastime, the way <em>I did as an eighth grader</em>, and </span><br />
give it dignity and meaning by <em>reserving it for my special girl.</em><br />
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<span style="font-size: xx-small;"><span style="color: red;">Note:</span> The words I use are chosen from the Pocket Dictionary of American Slang. A popular abridgment of the finest dictionary of American Slang ever published. compiled by Harold Wentworth and Suart Berg Flexner. "contained here are definitions of almost all the slang words in common use today" The dictionary was published in 1960 and took ten years to compile. what you read here is copied word for word from the dictionary EXCEPT for the EXAMPLES and CLARIFICATIONS. Those are mine</span><br />
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<span style="color: blue;">Four Letter Man</span>; A dumb or stupid man, usually a student. Some student use. The<br />
four letters are "d-u-m-b."= dumb. See "Three Letter Man" for the derivation.<br />
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<span style="color: blue;">Three Letter Man</span>; An effeminate man; specifically a Homosexual. The three letters are<br />
"f-a-g"= fag. A pun on the collegiate term "Three Letter Man"= a student athlete. Reinforced by "three dollar bill". Some student use since c. 1935.<br />
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<span style="color: blue;">Three Dollar Bill</span>; An odd or eccentric person; specifically a person who claims to<br />
be what he is not or tries to assume the identity of another. <br />
Because there is no such thing as a US three dollar bill. From the expression "As phony as a three dollar bill." -specifically a Homosexual; a sexual pervert. (also: The Third Sex; Homosexuals. Now the only common meaning.) <br />
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<span style="color: red;">Example:</span> <br />
Hey Joey, Waddya tink of dat Tony? What a Nancy, Huh? gives me the heebies! At first I was tinkin he was just a kook an' all dat but Willie, he tole me Tony's da real ting, a tree letter man! Can you beleedat? A tree letter man right here in our buildin'Joey, right here in our buildin'!<br />
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<span style="color: red;">Clarification:</span> <br />
Hello Joseph. I was wondering, what is your opinion on Anthony? I have come to the conclusion that he is highly effeminate. I get an uncomfortable feeling of nervousness when I am near Anthony. Initially I reasoned that Anthony was merely eccentric but William plainly informed me that Anthony is in fact a Homosexual! Can you accept this Joseph? We are actually cohabiting in the same rental property as a Homosexual!50smehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09351928852267517724noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6522388318218657293.post-4508921703289597902010-10-05T11:23:00.001-08:002010-10-05T11:28:14.553-08:00I Remember...<span style="font-family: Rickles;"><span style="font-family: Rickles, "Times New Roman", serif;"><strong>I would love to begin a "department" called "I remember..." where readers send in one of their favorite memories of the past, specifically regarding the 1950's era through 1970's. I know that there are followers of all ages out there and obviously not everyone can have memories based in that time period but we all have Grammas and Grampas, Aunties and Uncles, etc. who may have shared one of their stories with you. I think it would be fun to share the memories with everybody! Please</strong></span> </span><br />
<a href="mailto:unlimitedmemories@clearwire.net">send your memories HERE!</a><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WsVxZaxTSok/TKt6qaxF56I/AAAAAAAABJo/CqoClWgzMqw/s1600/bench+girls.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" px="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WsVxZaxTSok/TKt6qaxF56I/AAAAAAAABJo/CqoClWgzMqw/s400/bench+girls.jpg" width="231" /></a></div> <span style="font-size: x-small;">Image from private collection</span>50smehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09351928852267517724noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6522388318218657293.post-60573328902689037562010-10-03T22:01:00.001-08:002010-10-03T22:03:29.374-08:00Scan-a-licious!<span style="font-family: Rickles, "Times New Roman", serif;"><strong> Scans from October 1958 Ladies Home Journal</strong></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Fontdinerdotcom Sparkly;"><strong> <span style="font-size: x-large;"> A Clinging Caress of Color...</span></strong></span><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Fontdinerdotcom Sparkly; font-size: x-large;"><strong>An offensive odor she herself might not detect...</strong></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WsVxZaxTSok/TKlmWAL3TqI/AAAAAAAABJU/y_SX5zyK-5U/s1600/jjjjjj.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" px="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WsVxZaxTSok/TKlmWAL3TqI/AAAAAAAABJU/y_SX5zyK-5U/s400/jjjjjj.jpg" width="200" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Fontdinerdotcom Sparkly; font-size: x-large;"><strong>For that pleasant "Clean Mouth" feeling</strong></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WsVxZaxTSok/TKllikXHQXI/AAAAAAAABJQ/bRkeQXf9_xY/s1600/bloggo7.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" px="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WsVxZaxTSok/TKllikXHQXI/AAAAAAAABJQ/bRkeQXf9_xY/s400/bloggo7.jpg" width="282" /></a></div> <span style="font-size: x-large;"> <span style="font-family: Fontdinerdotcom Sparkly;"><strong>Rolls easily over carpet too!</strong></span></span><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Fontdinerdotcom Sparkly; font-size: x-large;"><strong>Ask <em>any</em> woman in 1958</strong></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-TxCEg_eSBMRQgS_WNS-5gfE4WQ0x6iDL72bdVY-umU23pbUJUgytaWSjec6wNYsyyvtYnwau38XXNFAkkDFkSgiN0bO-5oM6z76sPteL1-aCRITlYvQ7goPsRFpSIDvNNHscubDKVqae/s1600/jjjj.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" px="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-TxCEg_eSBMRQgS_WNS-5gfE4WQ0x6iDL72bdVY-umU23pbUJUgytaWSjec6wNYsyyvtYnwau38XXNFAkkDFkSgiN0bO-5oM6z76sPteL1-aCRITlYvQ7goPsRFpSIDvNNHscubDKVqae/s400/jjjj.jpg" width="365" /></a></div>50smehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09351928852267517724noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6522388318218657293.post-64325347221762655472010-10-02T17:09:00.014-08:002011-07-04T22:49:17.931-08:00No More Than $55.00<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><span style="font-family: Rickles, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><strong>October 1958 Ladies Home Journal</strong></span><br />
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<b>1. skid row; Skid Row: </b>n.any old dilapidated street or section of a town containing very cheap bars, eating places and flop houses where the permanently unemployed vagrants, beggars, petty criminals, derelicts, degenerates and mainly unemployed alcoholics hang out. A variant of and from <b>"Skid Road"</b>. <b>"Skid Row"</b> apparently developed some 60 years after <b>"Skid Road".</b> <br />
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<b>2. Skid Road; skidroad: </b>n<b>.</b> a street of district of a town containing employment agencies, eating places, gambling rooms and brothels such as cater to or are frequented by loggers, seasonal and migratory workers and the like: the cheap business street or section of a town. <i>orig. logger use; hobo and underworld use since c.1915.</i><br />
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<b> Lower Douglas st. Omaha, Nebraska 1938</b><br />
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<b>Example:</b><br />
I aint seen Pete for a time. I hear'd he turned tail and hit the road hopin' he might find some kinda work in California. Today a man is Scrabblin' for anything, diggin for a penny here, a penny there...hopin' for a miracle and findin' skid road instead.<br />
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<b>Clarification:</b><br />
I haven't seen Pete around for quite a while. I heard that he gathered up his belongings and went on foot searching for employment in California. In this day and age a man is struggling for possession of a thing of any kind. Trying to earn an honest living any where he can find it. Believing that what he prays for might be had but instead ending up on a dilapidated street begging for a drink with a large group of degenerates.50smehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09351928852267517724noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6522388318218657293.post-90836128823758815802010-09-14T14:34:00.002-08:002010-09-14T14:39:57.357-08:00They didn't even know I was Alive...<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WsVxZaxTSok/TI_3AtfMsMI/AAAAAAAABIA/qR4hA3L5uxs/s1600/RANCID.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WsVxZaxTSok/TI_3AtfMsMI/AAAAAAAABIA/qR4hA3L5uxs/s400/RANCID.jpg" width="400" /></a></div>50smehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09351928852267517724noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6522388318218657293.post-64835148811642013062010-04-26T21:59:00.002-08:002010-04-27T12:22:28.125-08:001950s American Slang Word(s) of the Day #23Our 1950's American slang word(s) of the day today is:<br />
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<strong>Jail bait: <span style="color: red;">1</span>. </strong>Any person as a minor criminal, esp. a female with whom one makes an acquaintance at the risk of getting into trouble; specifically a woman of such compelling attractiveness that men will take to crime in order to furnish her wants. <strong><span style="color: red;">2</span></strong>. Specifically an attractive girl who has not reached the legal age of consent;<em>because having "carnal knowledge" of a minor is considered a major crime in most states.</em><br />
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<span style="color: red;"><strong>Example</strong>:</span> Hey Bruce, Homey and me heard you got some of that jail bait from down off the pier. Keep her away from us! You better watch yourself friend, before you know it you'll be pullin' three to five. <br />
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<span style="color: red;"><strong>Clarification</strong></span>: hello there Bruce. Homer and I heard tell that you are keeping acquaintance with quite an attractive young girl who has not yet reached the legal age of consent. We ask that you please refrain from bringing her anywhere near us. You would do good to be closely observant of your behavior in this matter or before you even have time to become aware of it you will be serving a sentence of approximately three to five years in a penitentiary institution.50smehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09351928852267517724noreply@blogger.com15tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6522388318218657293.post-77627026428403772022010-04-19T14:37:00.001-08:002010-04-19T14:39:05.447-08:001950's American Slang Word(s) of the Day #22<span style="font-family: Fontdinerdotcom Sparkly, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-large;">our 1950's American Slang Word(s) of the Day Today is:</span><br />
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<strong>meatball:</strong> <strong>meat ball</strong>. n. a dull, boring person; an obnoxious person; anyone regarded with disfavor, especially one with a flat, uninteresting character; a creep, a drip, a square, a wet blanket.<em> Fairly common WWII use</em>,<em> both by servicemen and civilians</em>. <em>v.t</em>. To strike someone with the fist. <em>some prison use.-ism</em>. <span style="color: red;">1</span>. anti-intellectualism, the state of willing ignorance or mediocrity. <span style="color: red;">2</span>. a state of or instance demonstrating, decreasing standards of integrity, ethics, intelligence and individualism in culture, politics, education and the like; democratic rule by an uneducated, nonthinking authority.<br />
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<span style="color: red;">Example:</span> For crying out loud, that Horace is a real clod, a meatball! As far as I'm concerned he can take a flying leap at the moon.<br />
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<span style="color: red;">Clarification</span>: I am greatly annoyed. Horace is extremely dull and regarded with absolute disfavor by those around him, especially myself. In my opinion, I would like him to take an especially high jump up and away from my immediate surroundings.50smehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09351928852267517724noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6522388318218657293.post-87743615018113858452010-04-15T16:42:00.001-08:002010-04-15T18:06:37.535-08:001950's American Slang SpecialA 1950's American Slang Special!<br />
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<strong>Sofa Lizzard: <span style="color: red;">1</span>. </strong>A male student who stays at home to avoid spending money for a social engagement or a date. <strong><span style="color: red;">2</span></strong>. A male who does not take his girlfriend to social engagements, movies, dances or the like, in order to neck or pet with her in private. One who necks or pets ardently. <br />
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<em><strong><span style="color: red;">Example:</span></strong></em> Gosh, that Howard is forever trying to cop a feel from Pearl! They left the movie right in the middle last night and we all <em>knew why</em>. What a sofa lizzard Howard is. Ick!<br />
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<strong><span style="color: red;">Clarification:</span></strong> I declare, Howard is eternally laboring to grasp Pearls breasts in a sexual way. They both departed from the motion picture theater last night before the film was even completed. We all tended to believe, based on their past behavior, that they left in order to engage in strong sexual petting. Howard tends to want to neck and pet quite often. Egads!50smehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09351928852267517724noreply@blogger.com1