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Vintage photos of:
Sweeper and doffer boys in Lancaster Cotton Mills, Dec. 1, 1908. Lancaster, S.C. View full size.
With many parents engaged in war work, children are being taught the facts of point rationing for helping out in family marketing. February 1943. View full size.
As dangerous as auto racing is today, races in the early days were even more so. Note the unbanked dirt track and the open cockpit in these cars.
That's my great, great Uncle Willie driving the Fronty Ford marked with a 7. Apparently, he held a few local records on the 50-mile dirt track. This is from 1924 in Cedarburg, Wisconsin - a suburb of Milwaukee. View full size.
Shared by JimEichholz: My great uncle Paul Salk (kneeling 2nd from left) together with the rest of his bomber crew in front of their B-17. He was a tail-gunner. Later he moved to a B-29, and unfortunately died in a rendezvous accident with another B-29. Photo was taken in early 40s. View full size.
Al Biever, Intramural Football Center, St. John's University, Collegeville, MN. Photo: Page 92 of the 1923 Sagatagan year-book, Major Champs. Left to right, rear: Brunner, Benolken, Al Biever, Rev. Albert, Coach, Wieland, Krautkremer; front: Esser, Guettler, Hermanutz, Marrin, Krebsbach, Roan. They are not pictured with shoulder pads. This must have been before they were introduced. The year was 1923 and St. John's housed both college-level students and high-school students. My father took classes there as a high school Commercial student. St. John's still stands in its same location, although much changed. View full size.
Me and my buddies at Camp Kinderland in the summer of 1938. I’m the very handsome bloke holding the bat and looking into the camera. Alas, I’ve changed a bit since then ...