Travel typewriter, out of its protective case. I think I saved it from an ignoble demise, snapping it up before it went to a garage sale. Don’t know where to get it tuned up/repaired, though.

The Famous Dave’s restaurant in my mom’s neighborhood has a women’s room that’s thickly lined with vintage, borderline erotic paintings of “American Indian” women.
By contrast, the men’s room is full of pictures of hunting magazine covers and dogs. What the hell?

The Famous Dave’s restaurant in my mom’s neighborhood has a women’s room that’s thickly lined with vintage, borderline erotic paintings of “American Indian” women.

By contrast, the men’s room is full of pictures of hunting magazine covers and dogs. What the hell?

Found this not in a vintage store, but a store that just holds onto property for decades.

Nothing woos a lady’s heart faster than a hand-carved talking corpse.

blackandwtf:

Early 1900s

French postcard.

I’m sure there were eleven other really cute shots of the stork behaving well and the little girl grinning like a cherub, but the photographer developed this one and said, “Sacre merde, c’est le choix.”

blackandwtf:

Early 1900s
French postcard.

I’m sure there were eleven other really cute shots of the stork behaving well and the little girl grinning like a cherub, but the photographer developed this one and said, “Sacre merde, c’est le choix.

(Source: windypoplarsroom)

Sizar and Minstrel (Harper’s Magazine)