I’d start a thread for high school in the 50’s, but I think that Carl Berry is probably the only other person here who’d post. (maybe I’ll give it a try later.)
Anyway, I do have a fake tan story.
One very fair skinned guy in the crowd I hung with decided to try it. He was new to the group, so not very well known yet. Well, of course, his palms ended up a vivid yellow. His nickname became “Man Tan” and it stuck with him. To this day, I think I remember that his name was Jim, but am not sure.
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We ( a friend and I) put some mantan on and went to a nightclub one evening to try and pick up girls, the inside of the club was lit by a black light. What we didn’t know was that the mantan under the black light looked sickly orange and showed clearly any spots that we had missed. Needless to say we didn’t pickup any girls.
OldBroad – go ahead with the 50’s – if nothing else, the whippersnappers will know that the stories their parents told them are true. (Walking 5 miles to school in the blizzard, driver education cars with manual transmissions, etc.)
A barbershop down the street from me used to have an old 1950’s poster with about 50 different examples of crew-type cuts…it was sorta fascinating. I’ll see if I can scrounge up something online.
“Love Story? There’s two things wrong with that movie: No Smokey, and no Bandit!” – Eric Forman, That 70’s Show
This one’s not from first-hand experience, of course, in that I was a mere seventeen days old when President Kennedy was shot. But being a former deejay…
Will you love me tomorrow? Oh, my darling please, surrender. I saw you standing alone, without a dream in your heart, my little runaway. And the worst person I know (mother-in-law) mother-in-law! ‘Cause I’m a travellin’ man, made a lot of stops, all over the world. And moody river’s more deadly, but don’t you know that I dance - I dance! - ‘til a quarter to three, tossin’ and turnin’ all night. But I’m not made of wood, and I don’t have a wooden heart. Remember that Michael rowed the boat ashore, and to take good care of my baby, but hit the road, Jack! Listen people, to what I’m tellin’ you, I stay away from Runaround Sue, and at the bottom of this shaft lies a big, bad man - Big Bad John. And in the jungle, the mighty jungle, the lion sleeps tonight, so come on baby, let’s do the twist! And Johnny Angle, how I love you, you’ve got something that I can’t resist, 'cause I can’t stop loving you (I’ve made up my mind). Roses are red, my love, and violets are blue, but breaking up is hard to do, and everyybody’s doing a grand new dance now, even sweet little Shelia. They did the mash - they did the monster mash! But he’s a rebel and he’ll never be any good, because big girls don’t cry, so go away, little girl, and walk right in, sit right down.
Let’s see - a crewcut was the same length all around - maybe a quarter-inch or so. I was on the high-school wrestling team, and we all had crewcuts.
A flattop was similarly short, but planed flat along the top (so that the top of your head looked a bit like the top of an aircraft carrier) - think of it as a crewcut, but a little on the wild side.
I think a butch was cut shorter, but I have to admit that my memory’s getting a little foggy there.
…and, of course, my “hoodlum” friends all had DAs (Duck -uhh- Tails).
I still have the 45’s for almost every one of those songs, in their jackets, not scratched. A carpenter friend built a box to hold them – oak, with a lid on hinges, nice little brass lock.
With all due respect to Larry Finnegan, Dear One never even cracked the top ten - and Larry was a one hit wonder (or, more accurately, a one semi-hit wonder). I tried to stay with #1 songs for the medley!
Ok, so what was it that Buck Owens had at that time, where the top was flat and stood straight up, about a half inch long, but the sides were longer (standard length) and greased back into a ducktail?
