... of this thread is to get something different listed here.

FOOTBALL ???

No football fans left around here...

Hey John, how bout them Cyclones?

college football still seems to be traditional American tradition

Richard - Jess stayed home with the youngest yesterday due to the temperature, so I got to sit with Larry and the two older boys. Grandpa had a great time and we won to boot! I really like what Coach Campbell is doing with the program. Johnny Majors and Dan McCarney were honored at the game. As Larry pointed out, this day would not have happened if it hadn't been for the way that Mac built things here during his tenure.

It begins to look John, that for this spot to draw many posts, one of has to learn how, and put up pictures of young unclad women.

Well, you'd think that it would at least draw the attention of overly-large primates.

Sole you say John?

He liked Ike, too.

I don't think that she liked anything.

"We are not, amused."

She launched a thousand ships.

And then there was the brave, but foolhardy, German E-Boat that set out against the D-Day armada; it was the launch that faced a thousand ships.

What we really need is a picture of Betsy Ross chopping down a cherry tree.

Look at the prior post John, Joan has the tool.

I guess I should speak for myself.

She gave my old 500 partner a pair of socks when she visited the troops in WWII.

Well John, it might seem as though, we have a little hideaway here. Am I correct in thinking of, "The Purloined Letter"? Hiding in plain sight?

I wouldn't be surprised if this hasn't been designated as some isle of exile for "those two old idiots from Iowa who don't seem to take anything (including themselves) too seriously". If that be the case, I feel as though I am in good company!

Damned itch, anyway!

What species of animal do you suppose those three sitting on her hat with their tails hanging down would be?

As long as she had her cake John.

And shared it with the masses.

Hint, she saved the Whitehouse in 1812.

Wait!!!!!! Is that Faye Wray????

Der Alte Fritz!

Those are mirabou feathers

Now I would give that a #1 rating for the way that the grey and black are arranged. I would even give that mother a low whistle of admiration.

I think that what she saved was the painting of her country's dad (Jim probably couldn't reach it).

(Liverpool accent). I see little arm in posting this.

As to your comment, I would say tit's true.

Your accent also gives rise to the fellow who was standing on a street corner next to a woman who skirt was blown up by the wind. Feeling that he should say something to break the awkward silence that followed, he remarked, "Airy, ain't it?" to which she replied, "What the 'ell did you expect? Feathers?"

One can literally see the joy radiating from Grant's sister and the good doctor.

As an aside, I still like the proposed motto for our license plates: "Iowa - home of Grant who?"

For some unknown reason, I can not past the Mona Lisa., think she is smiling about that?

To one and all!

Like many of us, Father Time's ass is dragging.

Rose is a rose is a rose ...

Richard - about some of these women that you bring to the party: I remember Robert Ruark telling about one of his relatives who was commenting to his wife, in church, about how ugly a certain woman was. The wife remonstrated with him and pointed out that the poor thing couldn't help her looks. His response was that maybe she couldn't, but she could stay home.

Well John, I thought you'd make a statement about spices. Or, hocking something?

Not getting any better-looking.

Elizabeth 1 did not like her either.

Old Dag really out-kicked his coverage.

Always ranked right up there with that Granny creature from The Heavenly Bill Hillies.

Nice "pitcher"! (Good old Molly - taking care of her husband's balls.)

"I Love the Flower Girl" - Cowsills

an "oyly" member of the society of weight-lifting women

Probably not looking for a reenactment of the fan dance here.

Been there, taken the same picture (minus the cyclist), have it somewhere in the house.

I remember when I was apparently due for a booster shot. Mom must have told Dad that this time he was to enjoy the experience. We were walking on the sidewalk past the door to the doctor's office when he deftly reached across me, threw open the door, and hipped me through it. Apparently they had been warned of our impending arrival, as what transpired next is but a blur of motion and a stabbing pain in my arm.

That is supposed to be Margert Truman.

I didn't recognize her without her piano - I was going on the Infantile Paralysis on the sign.

In time John, you will plumb wear me out. Till then.

We were just out to some friends' house for supper. She has some snowmen made from gourds (she gave one to my wife years ago) that look just like Shmoos (or Shmoon, if you prefer).

Margaret Houlihan out of uniform

Anytime anyone found a stray sheep (we never could figure out whereinhell they came from), they would dump it off at Lloyd's, and I would have another one of the $#^& things to deal with somewhere along the line. I can only assume that little ol' Bo should have taken up a line of work for which she was more qualified.

Leave out the alcohol, but include the fruit on a toothpick.

I draw a blank. Looks like it could be a poster warning against playing squat tag in an asparagus bed.

Does this help?

The chicken looks familiar.

The first "burger-doodle" gas station that I recall was the Holiday station going north out of SL. We bought a fair amount of Imperial (Canadian?) paper-tubed shotshells there as well as Federal .303 British ammunition for my Mk.III. Also remember the Deep Rock station north of the packing plant where you could get purple motor oil.

We shall go back a few years.

"WELL", I seem to remember hearing about that when it happened, but I was very young.

The shocked look probably isn't so much about the indecent proposal as it is about the checked pants.

Tom, and Becky will take note.

"Wiilllll-Mah!"

Doctor told him to stay away from tobacco. (Either that or his alpenhorn caught fire.)

I always favored Donald in the realm of ducks.

From my nights around the campfire. (To the tune of "America" - "My Country 'Tis of Thee")

"My country's tired of me, so I'm going to Germany, to see their King.
Their King is Donald Duck; he drives a garbage truck.
Their Queen is Daisy Duck; she smokes cigars."

At times, we worry about you John.

It always bothered me that the ducks didn't wear pants.

Few, if any carton characters wear pants, and, you may, may, just be assuming I am now.

Sam the Sham and the Pharaohs

"Gonna smear some sheep tshidt on ..."

"

Going back to this one, it reminded me how 90% of the high school girls' teams of our era were "-ettes" of some sort or another. Were the Crestly girls "Cadetettes"? AC-T somehow came up with the really strange "Hurrifems", although by then it was more or less avoided if at all possible.

Good question John, it has been 55, going on 56 years now. Picture me as Tim Conway as an old man on the Carol Burnett show. I'll ruminate on that.

Always seemed to me like an era when neither beauty nor humor had been discovered.

Oh, the horror of the stereotype!

Always wondered why his suspenders were those colors.

Jack be nimble, Jack be quick,
Jack misjudged and singed his dick.

Eyelids that a baboon's butt would die for.

Yer wearin' me out John, there ain't many images left on the web.

Hey, I can make a comment about anything! Who else but the two of us have a whole section of the 'fire dedicated solely to them?

Just you an' me John.

"Hey, hey, Boo-Boo!" Not even Ranger Smith ever joins in.

Somewhere between Nemaha and Knoke, I believe.

North Carolina rickshaw - took two men to give a ride to one other.

Reminds me a whole lot of some parent-teacher conferences when the whole household would show up.

One of my favorite signs!

Not one of my favorite signs - though I've never experienced it.

Chelsea Poppins played basketball for ISU - appreciated the way that she played.

If anyone plays the computer version of Strat-O-Matic Baseball, it quickly becomes apparent that the Wizard of Oz lives.

A Richie Valens song comes to mind.

I always thought that it would be interesting to fish that water instead of just passing over it. The drawbridge to the south always seems to be up.

They call the fork in the CN line, the Duluth branch. I've never seen the draw bridge down either.
Back to the CN rail, it runs south of Lake of the Lake of the Woods, in Minnesota, west of Fort Frances.

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There is often a long string of cars on the tracks north of Orr.

I got to see these roll through Wabigoon, long ago.

Before I started school, Dad would come home for dinner, I would be waiting for him, I'd jump in the car, and we'd run out to the crossing a mile north of town to wave at the engineer. We also have some old 16mm movies of him and me riding the steam-powered train from somewhere like Fonda to Alta.

'm lookin' for the fish that modeled for this.

I had her on the line on a fly-in one time. When she finally decided to come up and see whatinhell was on the other end of the line, she only had the jib held sideways in her mouth. Once she saw us, she just opened her mouth, let it go, and slowly returned to whence she had come.

I just had to have one of those neat spin-cast reels. Dad saw no use for them and their "plastic line that you can't tie a damned knot in"; the old non-free spool bait-casters were plenty good. He finally broke down and got me a black Zebco (don't know the number). Like all kids then, now, and forever, I didn't keep tension on the line when I reeled it in and had a glorious mess wrapped around the axle instead of the spool. Cap at Cap's Tackle in 'boji straightened it out.

There are those who feel that I am becoming Walt.

A family friend looked every bit a good as Sophia in her day. Italian she was. Born at Kenora, Italian parents, her voice was half Italian, half Canadian.

As to the picture, is should be noted that Sophia came with her own flotation devices.

This is it John, this will strongly resemble the other thread otherwise.

I suppose that we could be considered "outlaws" down here in our own little lair.

Now John, you make me think of the novel Nineteen-eighty-four, the couple thought they had outsmarted the police, not so.

Not the caption so much, as the image.

What really bothers me is that the one guy is still wearing a #%$^ tie!

And just how is your doodie?

I don't yankee my doodle, nor buffalo my bob.

Good for you!

Yo, LeRoy - what kind of a name is Faunt?

Try this one.

" ... and called it 'Macaroni'!"

You did not recognize Sam Steele?

I did recognize Sam Browne.

I didn't notice until now that Peter Griffin's model for a chin scrotum was old Foghorn Leghorn.

When I was young, before dial phones came to AC, we had local operator who could recognize the voices of small boys and would not connect you to your requested number until you said "please".

Mister Green Jeans, of Captain Kangaroo fame.

Every morning, on the couch, watching The Captain, turning down Mom's heartfelt pleas that I eat "something" for breakfast.

Son, don't go too near the sun!

"Gee, our old LaSalle ran great ..."

I never did figure out the hat.

Now we're getting somewhere. Too bad no one else ever comes here - we could have untold accounts of how people's crops failed, their marriages were ruined, and their dogs ran away because they used Fram filters.

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"I got this little Zambesi ...." It was always a big day at school when Al and his wife showed up! The clanging bell at the start of the film was cause for great anticipation. I remember the year they went to the Everglades. Their boat was coasting through a swamp when out of the tree above them fell this long, thin black shape. We all squealed and recoiled before Al lifted the man's belt from the bottom of the boat. Another trick of the film was the year that a red station wagon careened off the road and down the side of the mountain, only to be followed by a hand reaching down and lifting the toy from its place. I was not aware of the book - will have to get it.

I see cloth tangled in the chain in the near future.

The days before beauty was discovered.

Let's hear it for Wall Lake! (And ex-wives named Longerie).

The older I get, the more I am a composite of her three companions; I've got the courage of the lion, the joints of the tinman, and the brains of the scarecrow.

I have to looks of the madam of the west.

Could be worse - there are always the flying monkeys.

Filthy, disgusting little beasts even without wings and band uniforms.

They are very common down this way - probably the river has something to do with it. Not unusual to see a number of them in one place. Beautiful birds.

That eagle was north for the summer., Wabigoon Lake.

I swear that there is one up on the Sturgeon River who recognizes us and watches us fish.

They do watch, to see if you discard lunch for them.

On a fly-in, we cleaned fish out on a rock with gulls circling by air and sea. As soon as we pulled away, they were in for the feast, but they all kept glancing skyward. Finally, they evacuated (some both the area and their digestive systems). A moment later Mr. Eagle came gliding in. We hadn't seen him, but they had.

Ah, the memories! I remember, when I was very young, there being kids' rides and a sort of zoo on the grounds at the Cob.

I'm overlooking (looking over) that one.

Dad was a Vitalis man as well. I always figured that as long as he kept wearing a hat he didn't really need to apply any more directly to his head as the residual in the hat should have been plenty to keep things in line.

A little dab will do ya!

Went through my Brylcreem phase, along with my butch wax phase.

Looking at the strings reminds me of the 70s when it was ultra cool to leave the tag ends of your guitar strings (which you replaced whether they needed it or not) flopping all over the place instead of trimming them so they looked decent.

I think that I remember (I could be wrong) looking at one magazine from that era that did not have that ad in it.

That, I don't remember (I remember Old Golds); there has to be more to it.

Nice legs!

Smokin'

Chuck! How's Ed?

People keep expecting Al to be in Albert City, when what AC has is the big (killer) slip-formed grain silo.

"Sorry, Charlie."

(Snowing up that way? Coming down pretty steady here.)

Nice outfits!

I was going through some of my old notebooks from high school the other day too. (You print a lot neater than I did. )

I thought that was one of your old notes.

Whatinhell is supporting the horn?

I always liked Yogi. I also liked the days when a ballplayer could make it on desire and talent without stopwatches, speed guns, tape measures, and scales became the determiners of who would even get a chance.

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From the first time that I saw Dagwood (at a very young age), I was fascinated by that haircut.

"That's 'The Bill Dana Show', spelled s-h-o-w!"

"If you know how".

If you sat in one of those two chairs your knees would be in your nose.

The chairs took the attention away from the letter?

If a contented cat held a letter between its legs, would that letter be "purr-loined"?

A model of sartorial splendor!

Don't fall off and bust yer Keaton!

Definitely inscrutable!

A side trip here: what is going on in SL? The local paper and TV have stories about a 19-year-okl from Early embezzling from Bomgaar's in the fair city and a troupe of teens from SL high school being arrested for sending nude pictures via phone.

John, son Jake sais he has heard of the embezzling, other than that, I KNOW NOTHING.

That's "I knoooowww nooththththing!" I always liked Schultz.

A change of tempo John, some of the family on the way to the church, on the way to our son's wedding.

Where and when? I like the rose window.

That one has me stumped.

Doc Vegors had one of these by his front walk when I was a kid. His didn't have the lamp; it was a hitching post.

So, is James bored, bemused, hung-over?

Rather vacant look in Momma Bear's eyes.

I remember when I found that those things were spring-powered, and the smoke and sound were just for the effect. A bigger disappointment than Santa Claus.

I have not had the pleasure of being fired from one.

One of the great names in literature emerges when Rip returns and no one knows him, so they consult old Peter Vanderdonk, the oldest man in the village. (Moral of story: don't drink with Hank Hudson and the boys.)

In the days of Johan Gutenberg, vasectomies were a lot rougher.

The good folk of Wittenburg sing "If I Had A Hammer" as Martin pounds away.

Instead of posting the video, I'll let you play the song .

Mom went through a harmonica phase. I think that she got ahold of enough for her class and tried to teach them (and herself) how to play them. Mercifully, the project ended quite soon after conception. I remember having them around as a kid. I did two things: doing the running it from end to end in one "swell foop" and shaking spit out of it.

One of my favorite folk tales - along with "The King of the Golden River".

We should go on a trip to NW Ontario John, soon.

What is needed is a Star Trek transporter so we can whisk ourselves back and forth from here to there.

Or, a 2006 Ford F150. It knows the way.

Looks like Dr. Who's Tardis.

Bought a small one as a "shelf item" for my daughter-in-law one year on the way home.

Well, "Dang Me"!

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My favorite was always United Hagie, with the kicking mule.

You don't remember the radio adds for Pister ?

We didn't really listen to the radio all that much, but I do remember the signs.

Ah, yes! The good old Badgerballs Building, from high atop which either the Channel 4 or Channel 9 news eminated. (Which also included the noon cartoons, which were cut to 15 minutes so that some local minister could get his burst of fame (and the resentment of young boys) with "Mid-day Meditiations"

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I just get the basic goobly-de-gook of img with that and can't do anything to view it.

The building Bishops was in Sioux City.

I remember eating there with Mom. There was a group of businessmen who were eating there at the same time. They fit eveyone's caricature of Jewish businessmen - not meant to be insensitive, just a memory from my youth.

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The King still does a steady business here in town. I have to admit that I am not one of its patrons. I have a hard time just sitting and watching instead of reading while I watch and/or jumping up and doing something during commercials.

"Gentlemen, this is a baseball".

The "Ol' Perfesser" in the days when he still stayed awake in the dugout.

As noted above, his connection with the NRA.

Because a mind is a terrible thing to waste.

In my case, a waistline is a terrible thing to mind.

Very true on this end as well.

"Drink up, Shriners!"

King Farouk, Egypt. a national joke , before your time?

No, I remember him - just had to comment on the fez.

I have jumped the river, I was much younger, of course.

Been there plenty of times; really interesting when you think of it. Have pictures of Mom and Larry (when very little) wading in it.

Seems like I should be able to place him, but I can't. How about the giant loon on the lake in Virginia?

Max The Moose, Dryden, Ontario.

OK, exactly where is he located? (One of my favorite named spots is in Dryden, the corner of Duke and Earl - remembering Gene Chandler).

South side Highway 17, 284 Government Street, Between the Husky station,and Timbermax. He pretty much stays to home.

I'm betting that he goes to Tim's - seems like everyone else in town does; I think that when we are a certain distance from town, an alarm is sounded and the entire population rushes down to Tim's before we get there.

Dad had one like that for years, only it was black where this one is tan and the stripes were red and tan (yellow?). He hadn't used it for a long time, so I took it over. The first week that I was at the packing plant in Cherokee, I dropped it and broke the glass.

Is this better?

Hotteren' hell! Really needs a box of Tim Bits to go with it.

Next you'll want egg in your beer.

That picture represents cruel and unusual punishment.