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November 24, 2009 |
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1970's School Graduation
FOUND by Valerie
in Massapequa, New York
My husband and I found this on our way to breakfast this morning. Just sitting in the parking lot outside of Country Kitchen. I love the dresses.
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We collect FOUND stuff: love letters, birthday cards, kids' homework,
to-do lists, ticket stubs, poetry on napkins, telephone bills, doodles -
anything that gives a glimpse into someone
else's life. Anything goes...
I love the expression on the girl to the right. It's like she's afraid that this picture might, one day, turn up in a Country Kitchen parking lot.
@ Feeling ... or worse, that it might turn up on Found!
What does her certificate say??
Like Anne of Green Gables, the girl on the right had dreamt of 3-puffed sleeves...but long, leg-of-mutton sleeves, or at least half-sleeves like her friend's. But Momma made her blouse out of a remnant instead of buying off the bolt, to save money, and "had to work with what there was." So she got stuck with a too-short, too-tight, totally wrong blouse with a Peter Pan collar that everyone laughed at. She was too disappointed to even hold up her award for the photograph, since it was just "Miss Congeniality"...again.
If they didn't become a lesbian folk duo, I'd be shocked.
I'm in love!
Shame about the bogy under her eye. I guess this is on the print.
And couldn't they have found somewhere nicer to pose for the photograph than in a hospital corridor? or is it the school toilets?
Napoleon Dynamite: I like your sleeves. They're real big.
Deb: Thank you. I made them myself.
Napoleon Dynamite: So are you and Pedro getting really serious now?
Deb: No. We're just friends.
Something about the girl on the left, she has an evil glint in her eye and she won't stop staring at me. The girl on the right looks like she'd rather be anywhere but standing next to the girl on the left who is a grating overacheiver.
"Up yours mother with a wa wa brush!"
The girl on the left has brillo hair.
"Laura was always 'the pretty one,' but I'm the one who got the full scholarship to the Fiorello H. LaGuardia High School of Music & Art and Performing Arts over in Manhattan. Na-nanny-boo-boo!"
Yeah! This is the pic I found. :)
Jonathan in England... the background appears to be a typical hallway in a junior high school on Long Island, New York. Lots of green tile. I am guessing the picture was from a graduation ceremony at the school. Unfortunately I was unable to read what school the diploma is from.
I love photo finds! I remember that haircut. I think it was called a "shag." That was the year I went to modeling school. 1971. Yes, I am a Powers Girl! Ha ha! They tried to re-make us, and they said I needed to get this haircut. They had the hair stylist (a man) come in and show us how they got this effect. Basically, starting with the crown, you pull sections of the hair straight upwards, and cut it so that it's even with the length of the crown section when pulled straight up. You could get the same effect by hanging your head upside down and cutting it off even. When you put your head back up, presto-change-o! Perfect layers. Then you had to use hot rollers to curl it and hair spray to hold it, or it would look thin and limp. Anyway, my best feature (in fact my only good feature) was long honey-colored hair, which was almost waist-length, with naturally nice body and sheen, and I was used to wash'n'wear -- I have no patience for standing in front of a mirror fussing with my hair. That haircut was such a pain to take care of. And they also taught us how to wear false eyelashes and required us to wear them for runway shows. They caked our faces with foundation. They measured our body proportions and that's when I learned that everything about me was perfect, except that my legs were four inches too short. Afterward, it struck me as odd that they professed to teach us how to make the best of our good features, and then they took my best feature and basically wrecked it. After my graduation from Powers, I didn't wear any makeup at all for years, and after my hair grew out (it took a year for all the layers to even out) I never had it professionally styled again! It's au naturel pour moi.. except of course for the color. Had to say "au revoir" - no, I mean "adieu"! - to the honey blond, that's what time does. (Actually, I learned some useful stuff at Powers too. It's not a bad thing to know how to walk with poise, how to dress for a job interview, and the formal courtesies are not totally obsolete. I wonder if John Robert Powers schools still exist today. I know some teenage girls today who could use some "finishing." Not re-making, but just a little smoothing off of the rough edges.)
Turbo, good observation.
And the MOST annoying thing about that haircut was the hair fell forward into your eyes. Horribly uncomfortable, especially when combined with false eyelashes.
I think they're sisters
@spy - I agree. Perhaps fraternal twins, which would explain the long-suffering look on right side's face. Enough, already, Mom (or Dad).
I don't know if I am humored by the photo or horrified my shag haircut looks a little too much like the girl on the left!
Clover, I remember the magazine ads for the JP modelling school in magazines like Seventeen. "Be a model...or just look like one." I have to admit that they made no promises about photo shoots, "books" or anything else in their publicity. It just said they would make you look good and feel poised. A friend of mine applied and was turned down, possibly because of a deformed hand she was born with. She was going to be a model, a pop star, an actress...or, as it turned out, an unwed mother. I was going to be a famous writer or a librarian, but in any case un married...or as it turned out, happily married for the last 27 years come last Friday.
A little word of wisdom to you ladies; straight guys really do not care about all the makeup. Hairspray smells bad and the hair is unpleasant to touch. Girls put on makeup to compete with other girls. It starts so young, sometimes with mother's assistance and then becomes a life long obsession. Give me a natural any day, it lets the guy know she is low maintenance with good self esteem.
The girl on the left looks like a boy in a dress. Both look like pictures of what the Manson girls looked like before Charlie got a grip on them.