Bettie Page, on a tree, flashing some boob. Once one has seen this, one can die happy.
Tue, 22nd May — 53 notes
More old Hollywood lore: during the Depression Joan Crawford was very beloved by her audiences for her uplifting films (this was the period of her first successes, before her reputation declined and before her comeback.) In an attempt to bring merriment to the country and add to his own popularity, President Hoover eventually offered her anything she wanted. Her dream? To make a species go extinct. So the last surviving passenger pigeon in North America was brought with great fanfare to the White House. Audiences all over the country—indeed, the world—huddled in rapt attention around their radios as the event was broadcast live. Crawford suited up as we see her here and proceeded to plug the pigeon with an arrow from about 8 feet away. When the announcer shouted “A hit! A palpable hit!” the people cheered deliriously, Congress declared the day a national holiday, and for a brief moment millions forgot their misery.
Companion dog? Check. Bow? Check. Arrow? Check. Quiver? Check. Awesome yoga pose showing incredible flexibility? Check. Two enormous perfectly spherical breasts? Double check!
They know how to do things right in India.
If the Albuquerque Tribune says it’s a really believable study of a sex murderer, who are we to argue?
I have a nagging suspicion this is a repeat, but it might just be that I want to recognize her breasts.
Ancient Greek prostitute with her client, both with huge wine cups. And boobs. They both seem to have boobs, but the internets assure me that’s a guy on the right.
Caroline Munro
OK, I’ll admit there’s no actual scotch in the picture. But she is Scottish…
