Prog Canon (morning reading: purity of essence*)


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  1. About that original photo: I’m OK with that.

    Comment by ZZMike — January 9, 2013 @ 2:11 am

  2. Judging by the , uh, people in that photo, make mine a double Bushmill’s, rocks.

    Comment by kinlaw — January 9, 2013 @ 4:03 am

  3. I started drinking after seeing what happened to the temperance folks who followed Dub Taylor in taking the pledge in The Wild Bunch,

    Comment by Freddie Sykes — January 9, 2013 @ 4:31 am

  4. Considering most of the women in the photo were as homely as home made soap, I’d think their men were damned glad they had a few shots before they went home.

    Comment by Jess — January 9, 2013 @ 5:06 am

  5. #4, Jess: Reminds me of a T-shirt I once saw in a bar: “Drink till you want me.” (make mine a boilermaker – neat).

    Comment by Thunderbottom — January 9, 2013 @ 7:04 am

  6. My Gramma was a member of the Temperance Hall in my home town. I have a gold medallion that was awarded to her for her service. There were a lot of husbands who had a man cave in their basements where they could fill the furness and “fix things”. The Mr.s grandfather spent time in the big house for running booze. He would take the family on Sunday rides. ~~~~~~~~~
    dead animal eaters
    gun owners

    Comment by geezerette — January 9, 2013 @ 8:30 am

  7. Of absolutely Zero importance… My Second Ex-Wife was raised in Westerville, Ohio, the Center of the Temperance Movement. Visited that delightful little town many times.

    Those “Ladies” were serious about their “Prog” beliefs:

    Twice, in 1875 and 1879, businessman Henry Corbin opened a saloon in Westerville, and each time the townspeople blew up his establishment with gunpowder.

    Temperance? I don’t think that means what they thought it meant.

    Them wimmens in the photo look remarkably like Prog women today.

    *And, No, Second Ex didn’t either. Borned in Kaintuck so she luckily missed out on that particular shallow gene pool…..

    Comment by Wollf — January 9, 2013 @ 10:00 am

  8. Temperance Leagues and ugly women never got far in Kaintuckee…..We called them “Two Mason Jars Women”. Which meant that a Kaintuck guy knew he would die from drinking 2 jars of Popskull, which purty much made sex outa the qwestshun….

    Comment by Colonel Jerry USMC — January 9, 2013 @ 10:25 am

  9. ^^Sir, they surely do make some Beauties in Kaintuck. X2 paid her way through college as a Virginia Slims girl. Hypocritical little thing, never smoked a cigarette in her life……but, as I said…. Purty.

    Comment by Wollf — January 9, 2013 @ 11:06 am

  10. That’s how “Happy Hour” came to be, yannow. Husbands got off at 5, but didn’t really feel like going home just yet…

    Comment by mojo — January 9, 2013 @ 11:31 am

  11. Like a big idjet, I didn’t look beyond that piccy I sent DougM!
    I kinda ‘stepped in it’, so I’ll fess up & spill da beans.
    Which Porch Minkee not only lives in the libtard mecca of
    Evanston, Ill-annoys, but only a mile from the Francis Willard
    house, museum, library & WCTU Headquarters??
    Yanno, all the wimminz in DougM’s ‘liquor’ pitcher. (right column, 1/2 way down)

    They’re still goin’ strong & have chapters & membership wimminz
    in all states, so if you know some old biddies who look like those
    in the piccy & wanna save mankind from ‘Demon Rum’, sign ‘em up!

    In this next linky, go down to the whole section ’bout Cary A. Nation.
    No comment except to say she made Annie Oakley & Calamity Jane
    look like church ladies in comparison!

    Comment by Lance — January 9, 2013 @ 5:23 pm

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