John Cusack dancing in: “The Cradle Will Rock”
Meanwhile, one particularly fateful day, Philip just couldn’t get Doris off his mind. She seemed to be everywhere, like the person Philip wanted the most yet wasn’t brave enough to have: Until today. He invited Doris to spend a day in britechester as friends and to catch up. That small kiss was the highlight of the last time they met, but he was sure Doris meant it as more of a friendly thing than anything else, yet he wanted to be more than that so badly.
“Doris! How are you!” Philips heart was in his throat just at the sight of her. She went up to hug him, and Philip reminisced in that hug far longer than he should. They started walking around britechester, and Doris ecstatically told Philip the news.
“Ruby set up a date for me and Tia, the head of the orphanage, to meet with the Mayor. We might just get what we need- thanks to you.” She grinned- her smile was beautiful, like he had noticed every single time they met. Philip was madly in love.
“Thats amazing- and no need to thank me. I would always do it for someone I care about.” He danced around the word friend, cautiously beating around the bush.
“I know you would.” She started ahead, not wanting to make eye contact with Philip in case of it going horribly, horribly wrong. They walked to Peppers Pub and sat outside, enjoying the bright spring sunshine.
“I want to ask you something. It may sound crazy, but just hear me out…. well, not ask per say.” Doris met Philips gaze, and stepped back suddenly nervous.
Philip leaned in for a kiss, and suddenly Doris realized something. She was head over heels for him, no matter how much she tried to deny it.
TW: Cuts on 2nd slide
Whether you’re a staff member, patient or guest in a fictional mental asylum from the 1930’s… please be sure to keep your voice down.
Nurse Janice’s head is always spinning,
Tristan’s arms are still recovering from his ex-wife’s ruthless attacks,
And Jerry’s taking life as simply as it can get, one day at a time.
Don’t Report, Just Block!
Don’t Repost, Just Reshare!
Petrus Norling, Sweden, 1938
Part two of 4-5
That Friday, Alice and Kat headed to Landgrabb pictures. 2 other women sat next to her- and of course, up in front, Abgail Landgrabb.
“Well well well. Nice to meet all of you: But, some of you have to go. You’ve all sent in your resumes, I presume?” Alice grimaced- she normally believes in ‘If you want something done right, do it yourself’, but she let Kat make her resume. A questionable idea, yes, but Kat knew how to introduce someone. Alice was a social butterfly, but she wasn’t exactly the best when it came to talking to authority.
Everyone nodded, and Abgail started to make her first cuts. First, the girls to her left- and then Kat.
She was shell shocked. She was the last one left- The other girls were rising stars at the very least, she was a nobody from the bay.
“You don’t look like the person who normally would go out for this kind of thing… Or write this.” Abgail motioned to the resume, and Alice took a breath of long-awaited-relief. She could say why she was actually here, so be it if it got her sent home.
“I’m here to help my parents. Money is tight, and- And I didn’t write the resume, my friend Kat did. I don’t know the first thing about acting, no experience….” Abgail looked her dead in the eyes.
“We’re always on the lookout for new talent. Prove to me you can act, and the part is yours. The script is first thing you see on your way out, memorize it and show me. I’ll be waiting.” Abgail shuffled a pair of papers and walked out, leaving Alice alone. She looked over the script and was determined to make this work, and luckily for her, she could.
Four Laborers in Tobacco Field, Florence County, South Carolina, USA, Farm Security Administration, 1938
Smiling African-American Girl Looking At Camera Rural South Carolina. 1930s
Hull Daily Mail, Yorkshire, February 22, 1936
Alfred Eisenstaedt. The Graf Zeppelin at Anchor Mast. Recife (Pernambuco). Brazil. 1934
oops more clara. this was almost her new toyhouse icon but i decided to edit old art instead! except i only decided to do that after nearly finishing this. so. now we have both.
i really really really Really love the new hairstyle
I passed a huge construction dumpster full of books, papers and broken office furniture while on a walk today and stopped to dig for a few minutes.
The books proved to be mostly 1950s-70s law books and binders of blank legal documents, but I did find one solitary photo album buried a couple of layers down.
The album, which I took home to look at because it was 20 degrees out and about to snow, turned out to be a veritable r/battlestations of early 20th century amateur radio station setups.
The photos are all different styles and types of film so I’m guessing operators would send photos back and forth to show each other their latest equipment layouts. Not many of the photos are ID’d but most have the call sign visible, which means it shouldn’t be very hard to track down where/by whom the pictures were taken.
Hisao E. Kimura. Low Tide. 1930s
This Beer Can Appreciation Day, we come to you with some beer can history! The A. Gettelman Brewing Company cans from the early 1950s in the above photograph are an example of cone top beer cans, first introduced in 1935 by the G. Heilemann Brewing Company of La Crosse, Wisconsin (although some argue that the Jos. Schlitz Brewing Co. of Milwaukee, Wisconsin was actually the first to use cone top cans). Cone top cans were introduced as a sort of middle ground between glass bottles and the flat top beer cans introduced earlier that same year, and were ideal for smaller brewers since they could fit in existing bottling lines.
This early 1950s photograph can be found in Box 5 of the A. Gettelman Brewing Company Records, (call number UWM Mss 107) here at the UWM Archives.
На далеком севере: лапландец с оленем
Photograph from army training ground Milovice taken in 1937. On 1st photo is army truck TATRA T-85 carrying crew and ammunition for 10 cm (100 mm) light howitzer mk. 30. On 2nd photo is this howitzer in firing position.
Erich Buchwald-Zinnwald, Blick vom Erzgebirgskamm auf den Milleschauer, 1930.