The Wonder Years

Last week a high school friend of my dad's came over for dinner. They hadn't seen each other since they graduated in 1965, which is a pretty long time ago. There was a lot of talk about the old Newhall, CA crowd, mostly people I'd never heard of. But then the yearbook came out. Finally, I got to see a picture of Mr. Hurd, who we've all come to know for the infamous Dennis/Neil Switcheroo of '65. Also, I got to see all the other stupid stuff that's in a mid-60's yearbook.

Like these hairdos, and those head tilts.

And the stupid brave new world of automation.

And the girls of the month. Dependability might seem sort of backhanded, but really, in comparison to January's Miss Posture and February's Miss Neatness it seems like Cheryl actually did just fine. 

And the Spring Sport Queens. Or even the Sport Queens in general, who obviously weren't actually on the team, because girls didn't play sports. They were just the Queens of them. Here we see the Queens of golf, umbrellas, wooden tennis, and baseball.

And the stupid advertisements in the back. If there's one thing that's going to make me want to buy a cabinet it's the relaxed no-pressure philosophy of Newhall Cabinet Shop. If my calculations are correct,  Don Draper was about an hour away that winter busy finger painting on walls and propositioning his fake niece. I don't know why someone didn't call him up for a little pro bono work. 

And get a load of this personalized service, for men & boys.

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