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June 1939. "Cowhand using roller towel. Quarter Circle 'U' Ranch, Big Horn County, Montana." Photo by Arthur Rothstein for the FSA. View full size.
Roller towels. Didn't feed enough towel or not at all. That's one device I don't miss, even in the age of electric hand dryers!
That type of pith helmet was strongly identified with the Marine Corps during WWII...I believe it was model of 1936.
It was heavily used in training to protect the recruits from sunstroke, and seems to have been worn at war anyplace hot and slightly behind the risk of death.
Marine ones can be distinguished from the also popular civilian ones by an extra vent grommet at front center to hold the globe and anchor emblem.
Inside is dark green, because the unpainted inside on some civilian types made the thing into a very efficient solar cooker for the head if the occupant was on a reflective surface like sand or concrete.
The inverted bowl shape makes the thing highly resistant to blowing away...the aerodynamics provide the downforce that most broad rimmed hats lack.
They left the service in 1963, and with some gray paint became a commonly seen hat for Post Office letter carriers.
Here and on the Colorado farmer from last week. Would like to see what type rifle that is under it.
All of this décor, with the exception of the disgusting and unsanitary roller towel (I just barely remember those things) has now been repurposed in some nearby tiny house or vardo or yurt or log cabin, to rent at $400 per night to tourists from LA and San Francisco, flying in for a week to "slow down".
Roller towels! And their cousin, the towel with the grommet on a spindle. It's all fun and games until somebody gets pinkeye!
I suspect this "roller towel" just kept going around with everyone using the same one until it was just too wet to use. Talk about a spartan existence; I don't see a single thing in this bunkhouse that is in pristine or even sanitary condition and I can't even guess what the community teaspoon below the windowsill was for.
Agh, roller towels, one of the banes of my existence when I was young! I can't count the number of times I would pull the towel along only to find it grey, grimy-looking and wrinkled. The first time that happened I thought I must have pulled it the wrong direction, but no. Roller towels, gah!
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