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1966 https://www.instagram.com/p/ClB4jWrJBsw/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=
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Dodge 1967
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The Captain and Mr. Spock
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The joys of womanhood.
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1950sunlimited · 4 years
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Progress Doesn’t Ask Questions
And neither does a healthy society. Our agencies are working overtime to assist you with quarantine,* testing, and compliance. Don’t slow down progress with doubts and questions. It’s not healthy.
*to find out if you are properly sequestered, contact the Ministry of Social Order, Health, and Ideas  (no in-person inquiries)
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Envisioning the American Dream.
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Baumritter Furniture
Care-Free Home Beauty on a Budget
At last we can bring you stunning and practical furniture for your living room, den, study or porch at this unheard of price
Complete 6-room $129.50
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1950sunlimited · 4 years
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Travel by Greyhound!
Vintage Greyhound travel poster by artist Rod Ruth
1960
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1950sunlimited · 4 years
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Red is the color of blood, and I will seek it: I have sought it in the grass. It is the color of steep sun seen through eyelids. … Your eyes, with the late sun in them, Are like blue pools dazzled with yellow petals. This pale green suits them well. Here is your finger, with an emerald on it: The one I gave you. I say these things politely- But what I think beneath them, who can tell? For I think of you, crumpled against a whiteness; Flayed and torn, with a dulled face. I think of you, writing, a thing of scarlet, And myself, rising red from that embrace. 
… This is the time of day for recollections, For sentimental regrets, oblique allusions, Rose-leaves, shrivelled in a musty jar. Scatter them to the wind! There are tempests coming. It is dark, with a windy star. 
… For I think of you, flung down brutal darkness; Crushed and red, with pale face. I think of you, with your hair disordered and dripping. And myself, rising red from that embrace.
excerpts from “Red Is the Color of Blood”   Conrad Aiken
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1950sunlimited · 4 years
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The Captain
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Biological Warfare;
Some rules for survival-1951
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1950sunlimited · 4 years
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Have you tried turning off your nation, waiting a few seconds, and then turning it back on?
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1950sunlimited · 4 years
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Running for his first political office
John F. Kennedy, 29, relaxes under his campaign poster.
He won election to the house by 78,000 votes
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1950sunlimited · 4 years
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Dramatic spires of red sandstone reach for the sky in the Garden of the Gods
Colorado Springs, 1954
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1950sunlimited · 4 years
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The Airwayte; c. 1960s
Washington National Airport
Washington DC
“An oasis between flights.”
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Matchbook Cover, c.1950s
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