Hi, old friend! I thought I'd share some of my finds from this weekend. Since it's been a million days since I've blogged. (And if you aren't following me on Facebook, you are totally missing everything and you should be really embarrassed right now.)
1930s Kodak Junior Six-20 with original box and instructions:
This sticker is on the inside of the case. Ever skate at any of these rinks?
This is the first time I've found one of these Underwood 315 typwriters (made in Spain). I couldn't resist the turquoise & white colors. And it works perfectly.
I scored a set of six naughty mugs.
Well, not so much naughty - more like play-on-words corny.
I haven't been able to find any info on this Game of Pirate Gold by Whitman.
It was made in 1934 and is in unused condition. I don't think most pirates would settle for 50 gold coupons.
Red cross ambulance flag, with the original package dated 1954. (Sue from Vintage Rescue Squad gets first dibs if she wants it.)
Colgate University felt banner from 1972. Chris and I drove through the campus when we went to the flea markets in Madison-Bouckville last year. Anyone happen to know a Colgate Raider who graduated in 1972? Yeah, I thought that might be a long shot.
Here's my favorite find of the weekend: a 1954 book titled Teen-Agers.
There's even a section with plastic overlays of the human body. It reminds me of the old medical books that my mom had on our bookshelves (she was a nurse). My siblings and I would thumb through them, looking for pictures of naked people. But we'd always accidentally turn to that page with the baby that had warts all over it.
What is this situation, I wondered? How to play emergency bongos on your best friend's back after she passes out from drinking too many Singapore Slings?
Oops - I was wrong. This is what you do when your friend is choking. (It wasn't until 1976 that the Heimlich Maneuver was the recommended treatment.)
We've all been in this next emergency situation. You accidentally kill your boss down at the mill and need to quickly get rid of the body by wrapping it in afgans and yesterday's newspapers. The newspapers cover up the smell of decay and you can just throw the body into the blue recycling bin on Tuesday.
I was wrong again. The person is in shock.
Wait - I definitely know this emergency situation. You have a one-night-stand with some skinny jive-bomber that you met at the punchbowl during the sock-hop. The next morning, you feel an overwhelming wave of Catholic guilt while he makes himself comfortable in your bathtub, singing an off-key Shimmy, Shimmy, Ko-Ko-Bop by Little Anthony and the Imperials. Fed-up with his antics, you decide to place an electric fan precariously close to the tub, before going to the basement to make sure the breaker is on. You join him in the bathroom and pretend to enjoy his singing. You "bop" too hard, and push the fan into the tub, frying all of his man-parts. (And then your roommate brings in the newspapers and afgans to prepare the body for recycling.)
Oh, man. I am bad at guessing emergency situations. It's actually warning you to keep electrical appliances away from the bathtub.
Now you are prepared! You can thank me later.