Each day we bring you one stunning little glimpse of history in the form of a historical photograph. Enjoy!
Thanks for another fun week, PJM. I like how some of the women in this photo are smiling for the camera, but the man in the center won't give up a smile. Love the saddle shoes.-Anne K.
You know your part of the ratrace when you stand in a queue like shown and the bus when it finally comes cannot take everyone waiting for lack of space.
At least these folks are in the open air with the sun shining. It was as crowded (on a larger scale) in the subways of New York without the fresh air and sunlight.Nowdays, this picture is replaced with a highway full of cars inching along with one person in the driver's seat burning fuel to power the air conditioner. What a waste.
great pics & they remind me why I don't live in the city anymore.
PJM, I have to go against the tide here and say that working with a crew has been a good experience for me. Up until a few years ago you could have posted a picture of voter lines which could be quite long. I always liked those lines. People always struck up nice conversations and got to share what was going on in their lives. For me, the rat race is a long slow commute at rush hour.Rat race week reminds me of an old Bob Hope joke. Tarzan gets home at the end of the day and says to Jane, "Jane, fix Tarzan a martini." She says, "Of course, darling." He drinks it quickly and says, "Jane, fix Tarzan another martini." She is a little surprised but makes it and Tarzan downs it. He says again, "Jane, fix Tarzan another martini." She gives him a long look and says, "Why Tarzan, is there something wrong?" He shakes his head and replies, "It's a jungle out there."Will from Lafayette
Good one !
I'd be willing to swear the woman directly under the left side of the door frame, peering out between the two ladies in front of her, is my mother. The year is right, and it certainly resembles her. She worked at the Coast Guard during the war. (Baltimore is still a city of bus riders; the service is good, and parking fees downtown are outlandish.) Bobby socks and saddle shoes! Nylon hadn't been invented yet, and silk was needed for parachutes for "our boys overseas", so socks it was. Besdies, if you had a job marking airplanes, slacks and flat shoes made a lot more sense than getting gussied up.
Do you remember the awful lisle stockings we wore before nylons? Hated them!
Reminds me of an example of Irish bull that I once heard: "If all those people get on the next bus, half of them are going to be left behind!"I noticed the smiles on the ladies too; I bet I'd have liked those ladies. None of the men seem to be smiling. Several folks appear to be looking quizzically at the cameraman.
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