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Here’s a hard
luck story! But hey, if this nameless ne’er-do-well can afford to
set himself up in swanky digs like the Drake, how come he sticks
Commander Charles Champion with the 3 cents postage due?
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What did he
fight? In this1908 card, it would appear it was an inner battle
against the desire to wear lipstick. |
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The
sender's message yields no information about why four of the
small figures are checked, though #2 would appear to be
breaking rank a bit. |
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There’s
something Island of Doctor Moreau about this. |
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Same
children, same bench, same umbrella, same onlookers…yet the
jolly gal on the driftwood log has done something to get
herself expunged from the photo, replaced by what looks to be
a stern prison guard. |
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The fad
really caught on, too. My name is Ozymandias. Look on my
works, ye mighty, and despair. |
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A
Hitchcockian situation. Who was the mysterious patient of
Nurse Polly? |
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Seven months
later the Cuban revolution began. What happened to Chico and Peggy?
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Story problem:
What happens next? |
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OK, the
crab. But what about the other two? |
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Whose
cowboy boots and hat are those? Why will she not heed the
squirrel's warning? Is she herself the arsonist? |
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Morris and his mom….issues…. |
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Call the
police…..
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Did he make
it? Did it really happen? Bystanders seem strangely blasé
about the situation. |
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Is
it the same guy in both shots? Perhaps he caught the feathers of his
authentic Plains Indian war bonnet on fire, forcing the switchover
to the mariachi outfit. The card is from New York, 1941. |
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In the
ancient, celestial mist-shrouded glens of the greater
Dallas/Fort Worth area. |
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