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Friday, December 04, 2009
Central High School, Baton Rouge - Class of 1965
What's always amazing to me is how much older we looked back then.
I'm easy to spot -- there's only one guy in the picture with his hair combed forward and down --like those long-haired Beatles (and it's not that long ...)
This is great! I love old photos! Regardless of family or reason for the shot, it is cool to imagine the eras in them. I am curious since the staff only have their last names, is that how the students referred to them as well?
Well. When speaking to the teachers, we put the appropriate honorifics in: Mr. Mrs. Coach.
When we talked among ourselves, the last names generally sufficed. We seldom used first names.
Sometimes there were, uh, more colorful nicknames. The principal, J.A. Smith, was, out of his earshot, often referred to as "Meatball." Coach McCrory was "Monkey Mugs." Assistant Principal Anderson's nicknames were usually obscene -- he was the school's enforcer ...
Consider the question, Kid. You are asking me to figure out what you are thinking? Given the Nazi beer fog that enshrouds you, that's a thankless task. I mean, I turn on my thought-reader, and I get:
"Okay, so is that -- oooh, pretty colors! Did I remember to pee this morning? Why is the sky blue again? Um ... can I get fries with that ... ?"
It's not that it's hard to see your thoughts, they are just so disjointed it's like trying to pick up a blob of mercury with tweezers to make sense of them ...
What's always amazing to me is how much older we looked back then.
Is Cynthia Dianne Waller who I think it is?
ReplyDeleteNot being able to divine your thoughts, it's hard to be certain, but I if I had to guess, yep.
ReplyDeleteThis is great! I love old photos! Regardless of family or reason for the shot, it is cool to imagine the eras in them.
ReplyDeleteI am curious since the staff only have their last names, is that how the students referred to them as well?
Just saying "Yes" is too simple a move for you, isn't it?
ReplyDeleteWell. When speaking to the teachers, we put the appropriate honorifics in: Mr. Mrs. Coach.
ReplyDeleteWhen we talked among ourselves, the last names generally sufficed. We seldom used first names.
Sometimes there were, uh, more colorful nicknames. The principal, J.A. Smith, was, out of his earshot, often referred to as "Meatball." Coach McCrory was "Monkey Mugs." Assistant Principal Anderson's nicknames were usually obscene -- he was the school's enforcer ...
Some of the teachers aren't pictured.
Consider the question, Kid. You are asking me to figure out what you are thinking? Given the Nazi beer fog that enshrouds you, that's a thankless task. I mean, I turn on my thought-reader, and I get:
ReplyDelete"Okay, so is that -- oooh, pretty colors! Did I remember to pee this morning? Why is the sky blue again? Um ... can I get fries with that ... ?"
It's not that it's hard to see your thoughts, they are just so disjointed it's like trying to pick up a blob of mercury with tweezers to make sense of them ...
It is the way of youth to assign alternate names to authority figures, eh?
ReplyDeleteJay --
ReplyDeleteI dunno, I think assigning nicknames to people is not age-specific, nor necessarily just for authority figures.
Nicknaming is a form of satire; it's one of the traditional ways the less-powerful party in a relationship strikes back.
ReplyDeleteNo, Tiel, I don't think that's true. In fact, the Old Man would probably have to agre-
ReplyDeleteOh shit.
Heh, Steve, want me to tell you how old I was when that picture was taken?
ReplyDeleteI'm guessing your parents were in junior high, if that, Irene ...
ReplyDeleteWhoa! A pretty clean-cut bunch! I don't think there were that many ties in my county, much less ties owned by high school guys.
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