Main Street, 1970
Here are two more slides that, as far as I can tell, were never posted before, even though their brethren were scanned and shared long ago.
The park must have just opened its gates; look at those long shadows coming from the east. And look at all that red, white and blue, all the way up the street! Empty chairs surround the flagpole, waiting for the Disneyland Band to come by and perform, while a gardener gets in some last-minute watering. I don't see a thing for the sweeper to sweep, but he's going to sweep it anyway. Otherwise his life would have no meaning.
We've moved up the street a bit, just past Town Square, with the Main Street Cinema on our right. The Tobacco Store Indian can just be seen, as well as the "GAF" logo (goodbye, Kodak). It's too bad that GAF film was prone to fading (the initials stood for Generally Awful Film).
Don't you think it's funny that they have to print the word "PUSH" on the trash cans, in case somebody doesn't know how they work? "I know trash goes in here somehow, but by golly, I can't figure this thing out".
13 comments:
Hmmmm, what is the Tobacco Store Indian doing up there in front of the Cinema? Wasn't the photographer standing in front of the Tobacco Store when he/she took that pic? Was the Indian moved at some point? He (the Indian) should be standing pretty much in the same spot from where that pic was taken. Now I'm confused!
TokyoMagic!, the Tobacco Store was right next door to the Cinema (see the second photo in this post), so maybe it is just a trick of perspective? Or maybe the Indian walked over to talk to the ticket-taker mannequin (paging Rod Serling!).
I remember the Tobacco Shop. I used to buy cigarettes there in my smoking days. Can't say I really miss the place.
Tobacco Road! Tobacco Road!
Get your cigars, cigarettes, and chewin' tobacco.
Come in and smoke your heads off.
There's nobody here to stop you.
“Nobody ever wants to ride my trash can ride” I think that’s why the sweeper guy is looking so sad.
Oh by the way, you’ve been particularly funny lately Major. Thanks! It makes my day!
Major, maybe it is just a perspective thing....but it's driving me crazy every time I look at it! I know, I know, then stop looking at it! Now I'm trying to figure out if the Indian's dress is gold and white, or black and blue.
TokyoMagic!, The Indian's dress is gold and white. ;)
Ken, that's funny because I had just come to the conclusion that it was black and blue. ;-)
K. Martinez, I am thinking about taking up smoking. Come on, all the cool kids do it! What is that song (or jingle?) that you included?
Monkey Cage Kurt, maybe they would ride in the trash can if it didn’t have horse poop in it already!
Monkey Cage Kurt II, thanks!
TokyoMagic!, don’t let it drive you crazy! Think of the children. That Indian might object to his robe being referred to as a “dress”!!
K. Martinez, I thought that the dress was orange and green. Going to get my eyes checked soon.
TokyoMagic!, oh that meme. I never really understood how it took the internet by storm for a week or two.
Mr. Indian, no offense was intended. I meant "dress" as in "attire"....such as "military dress". ;-)
Major, they even resuscitated that meme for Knott's Scary Farm's "The Hanging" show.
Major, I'm surprised you didn't get that one since Pinocchio is your favorite animated feature.
It's from the Pleasure Island sequence.
Tobacco Road! Tobacco Road!
Get your cigars, cigarettes, and chewin' tobacco.
Come in and smoke your heads off.
There's nobody here to stop you.
Get your cake, pie, dill pickles, and ice cream.
Eat all you can. Be a glutton. Stuff yourselves.
It's all free, boys. It's all free. Hurry, hurry, hurry.
Come to the rough house.
It's the roughest, toughest joint ya ever seen
Model Home - Open For Destruction.
I'll also add that they had wooden Indian statues throwing cigars at the crowds below in that scene.
TokyoMagic!, now I get it! Somehow I thought that the Knott's hanging show didn't happen anymore. Clearly I was mistaken.
K. Martinez, oh yeah! Obviously it's been a while. I mostly remember the guy who sounds like Popeye yelling, "The rough house! The rough house! (etc)". And I remember the wooden Indians throwing out handfuls of cigars.
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