GETTING AN EYEFUL FROM THE BOARDWALK

 


Pretty girls showing off the very latest in sexy swimwear.

Fully decked out & completely matching.  Had I been in my 20s in the ‘20s, no one would have been surprised to see me show up in a matching outfit like this number.  Not my fault.  My mother drummed the matching thing into me from the time I was old enough to dress myself and I’ve often been kidded about it – good naturedly, of course.  

These gals are ready for a fun time on the beach.

Only trouble with skirts in the water – you have to wring them out when you come back on shore.

A slimmer line would probably work better.

My husband’s grandmother, Daisy May Elizabeth Young on the left, her sister, and a friend sporting two-piece slim-line swimsuits of the day.

A daring one-piece.  You’d really have to have the perfect figure for this one!

Slim line suits would work better if you wanted to do acrobatics on the beach . . .

. . . or dance to a crazy song called “Cleopatra Had A Jazz Band” - one of my all-time favorite songs to perform from 1923 with all sorts of fun crazy motions to go along with it. 

These gals look great in their slim suits but I can tell you from first hand experience, dancing while holding hands like they are is not as easy as it looks – especially if you have to get into the position quickly.  And holy moly, but that one gal is actually wearing ballet shoes in the water?!!

Beach Rockettes

Sunbrellas were big in the ‘20s & ‘30s.

A lovely slim-line Jantson swimsuit.  I had no idea the Jantson name went this far back.

A sweet young thing on the beach with sunbrella & bloomers.

My mother on the beach in 1925 in an itchy two-piece wool swimsuit posing with a sunbrella.

These gals look like they’re having fun with ukulele, sunbrella, & whatever it is the third girl is holding?

Sunbrellas hiding hidden assets.  But heels in the sand???

Now let’s get down to the real reason for being on the beach in a bathing suit!  She’s stashed her street clothes in the beach wagon & is ready for a dip.

Meanwhile, these girls are ready to execute the perfect dive . . .

. . . and have some fun!

But don't get caught by a monster from the deep.  Yikes!  Ah, but shelled, broiled to perfection, and dipped in melted butter, a lobster tail this size would be delish!  Oh yum, oh yum, oh yum!!!

:-> 

La Nightingail

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