Ziegfeld Beauty Hazel Jennings
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Ziegfeld Beauty Hazel Jennings
hey you
Hey you! How was the boat?
Women are like teabags. We don't know our true strength until we are in hot water!
Eleanor Roosevelt (seen here, at the 1956 Democratic Convention)
Family of a migrant fruit worker from Tennessee.
Winter Haven, Florida
January, 1937
...dinnertime, Tifton, Georgia, 1909....
...jeepers, creepers...
Photo by Louise Dahl-Wolf, 1939
...sideshow geek chewing head of a snake...
Louisiana, 1938
...Newsboy selling the Austin Statesman, Austin, Texas, October, 1913...
...Prince Albert in his hand...
Child labor and poverty are inevitably bound together and if you continue to use the labor of children as the treatment for the social disease of poverty, you will have both poverty and child labor to the end of time.
Grace Abbott
I can barely conceive of a type of beauty in which there is no Melancholy.
Charles Baudelaire
"Okie use' ta mean you was from Oklahoma. Now it means you're a dirty son-of-a-bitch. Okie means you're scum. Don't mean nothing itself, it's the way they say it." - John Steinbeck, The Grapes of Wrath, Chapter 18
Because I am vain. Because I am squishy from that extra Hot Dog On A Stick, yet still starved for attention. Because I am needy and I am lonely, and the only ones around to wash it from me are this bathtub and this cheap camera.
...you should not turn away
...I am the shoulder you should lean on
The Whipped-Cream Incident.
How were you to know,
alone in a frothy
milky mist
That someone else
made me
stalk off
Like
the Crown Prince of Narcissism
not you.
I did not look back,
Just pushed open the door,
And walked down Murray.
I should have
And your remembering makes that plain
I should have looked back
Should have run back
And given you a hug.
You might be surprised that
I remember that Sunday morning
As well
or better