"the" Mrs. Astor

Wednesday, February 23, 2005


I think I'm the one passed out under the towel. I remember that hat.

5 Comments:

At 11:18 PM, Anonymous Anonymous said...

Oh, that reminds me, I think I left my top-coat in your valley.

I'll get it next time love.

 
At 11:34 PM, Blogger Alexis du Bois said...

Oh, I still have it mikevil, and gladly wear it on Sundays to the only saloon in the valley with go-go boys. Don't worry there are no stains on it.

 
At 8:27 AM, Blogger steverford@yahoo.com said...

The fellow on the left is saying...

"Heavens, Birtwhistle, must you overreact? I simply asked you if you wanted to go to the boathouse with me!


Thanks for posting these, by the way. They're wonderful.

 
At 9:02 AM, Blogger Alexis du Bois said...

The chap on the right is saying (muffled),

"I shan't have you stick another oar up my bum, Thadeus, while humming 'Green Sleeves'".

 
At 1:34 PM, Anonymous Anonymous said...

They are such symbols of fancy men of that era. Poufs with a touch of style and a good cigarette.

 

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