Branch Office: 1921

That one woman, the one who had her feet on the table earlier, always seems to be looking angrily at the photographer.

I WANT that shirt. That's a wacky place! 1921 looks like a fun year for trust fund babies.

Judging from the spikes on the balls, the waiter seems to have some sort of weapon on his arm, rather than a ball and chain. It looks like part of a flail. Even more curious.

I'll bet their parents haven't been able to show their faces at the Yacht Club since Easter!

Interesting landscaping choice. I think this summer I'm going to fill my yard with rocks.

Now that is one awfully hep shirt for 1924!