The Wunderkammer of the Mild Colonial Boy, Esq., a Reactionary Tory Gentleman, who armed only with a Steampowered Babbage Engine and Pure Intentions, wanders the Time Streams and Aetheric Plane gathering an Eccentric Hodgepodge of Curiousities, Frivolities, Whimsicalities and Nonsense.
Q. Why is your Tumblelog called "My Ear-Trumpet Has Been Struck by Lightning"?
A. Because "My Grandmother's Ear-Trumpet Has Been Struck by Lightning" wouldn't fit in the available space.
I am completely in love with the second one from right to left. Just look at her with that shot gun. Look at her posture, her dress, make up, hair, everything on point. I can bake you an apple pie, or shoot your face off, which one will it be.
So, what happened here? Has the tinting on the postcard altered over time, or did the original colourist decide “y’know what? Fukkit - I’m going with green hose. Man, that’s just the bee’s knees. I think she can have matching shoes, too!”
By the mid ’20s, hosiary did come in a rainbow of colours (all part of the joy of having shorter hems, so there was a point to the variety).