I did some drawing this morning but I wasn't too happy with what came out. Oh, well, good days and bad days. But while I was looking for stuff to draw, I came across some newspapers from 1968 and I got really interested in the pictures. The I had fun recaptioning them. So here you go. Share in my peculiar joys, if you will.
"Look, the bars are so far apart, we could easily escape!"
Yes, but let's wait until after the JELL-O."
You wastin' soil? I'm be on you like white on RICE, boy.
No sign of the disco revolution yet, Cap'n.
Is that hubby in the background, doing the dishes? Well, if you're going to dream, dream big.
Now that's a relief. I hate to see half-heartedness among the forces of sclerosis.
Social order breaks down entirely.
Today's Youth Bridge Club Conversation Topic: THRESHING THE MINIONS OF EVIL.
Grain. Livestock. Vietnam. And where, I ask you, is the fourth horseman of the apocalypse?
Yeah, but are they REAL hippies?
At least they're real females, we know that much.
Or do we?!?!
Grandma designed this ad. How DID she do it?!
Ah, she put the name LAMMERT'S in the picture. Sneaky.
I got nuthin'.
On the knife's edge between conformity and freedom.
Maybe the Goldwater campaign can get some of that action. It's their only hope to stop the Nixon juggernaut.
That guy on the right is my hero.
Introducing the new singing sensation "The Broasters!"
... before he throws up?
At least it's not happening precipitously.
Gee whillickers, I've never felt so welcomed.
Tomorrow's the yard sale for the last of Grandma's stuff. (Here's the craigslist ad: Yard sale Fri & Sat in Fulton) I've got it pretty much organized, but I'm sure I'll be putting price tags on things way into the night. I sure hope someone needs some granny nighties and wicker baskets in their life.