It’s Labor Day so apart from the Funnies (below), I’m giving my brain a rest. Enjoy all these beauties from the 1930s…
1938 Alfa Romeo 8C 2900B Spider
Kay Francis
1939 Aston Martin Lagonda V12 Rapide
Sylvia Sidney
1938 SS-100 Roadster
Maureen O’Sullivan
1938 Mercedes 540K Cabrio A
Frances Dee
1936 MG SA Tourer
Mary Brian
See y’all tomorrow.
I think I first saw Dolores Del Rio in the Astaire/Rogers pic Flying Down To Rio, but even though she only had a small part, I was captivated — and I have no idea why it’s taken me so long to feature her on these pages.
Pretty as a young starlet, she blossomed into an astonishing beauty, and remained so until her death in 1983. Follow the link above to get her full story — it’s quite a ride.
…in which we continue to look at earlier, more innocent times. That said, some of the cartoons below were not so innocent — and probably couldn’t get published today.
Which. of course, is why I’m posting them.
From the H.R. files:
In Medical Ethics:
And in the Groves of Academe:
Another from H.R.:
In Sporting News:
And In Flagrante Delicto:
See you all next month.
Forgot to mention: if you want to see the first couple of these, use the “Search” function at the top of the page and just type: Innocent Times then hit Enter.
Aaahhhh, Garbo. Nobody who has seen Anna Karenina or Ninotchka could avoid falling in love with her, as I most certainly did.
Here’s the reason for my infatuation with her. Apart from her astonishing beauty and sexy voice, she was someone after my own heart in that when she grew tired of her own celebrity and the whole Hollywood thing, she told everyone to take a hike and lived a life of her own, in seclusion.
My kinda gal.
Okay, I’m going to come right out and admit that I have had a love affair with the exquisite French actress and model Capucine ever since I saw first saw her in The Pink Panther. Why?
Well, apart from her beauty, it was her glamor, elegance, grace and did I say beauty? I mean, how much more does one need to worship a woman?
She was once called “the French Grace Kelly”, but I prefer those smoldering French features over the ice-blonde Kelly any day of the week.
Go ahead: argue with me, I dare you.