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Pigtails.  Ponytails.  You say tomato.  That kind of weird thing girls and ladies do to their hair.  There's often a single one in back, but can be two - one on each side.   I'm not talking about the freckle faced 6 year old who has one.  I'm, talking the full-fledged adult variety.  I ran into a lady with two side pigtails at some store about 3 or 4 months ago and it was strange seeing from the person who was on the other side of 40.  You just don't see it much.  

Sure I saw it a lot in my Indian fighting days.  Seems wagon trains always rolled into Seaton with arrows and tomahawks stuck in their Conestogas.  Ward Bond, who always seemed to be the wagon master, was always spittin' and cussin' about all those Indians they had to drive away around Bertelson's Corner.  We saw a lot of ponytails in those days, and from guys, too.  But we drove those Kiowa back to Iowa.   Sure did, uh huh.  And the first Indians to cross the Mississippi?  Wet.  Dag blast'em. (That's my Wishbone impersonation who was always the cook in the script who always said, dag blast 'em.  That's all, just those words.)  Dag blast 'em means: anything.  Indians over the hill?  Dag blast 'em.  Blythe boys climb the water tower again?  Dag blast 'em.  Mealy bugs in the flour?  Dag blast 'em.  A bad case of the crabs from a one-night assignation with the pretty school marm from Kansas City?  Goddammit dang blast 'em.  But I digress.













Here's Marj with a one-on-either-side pony tail look which must have been the fashion of the day or she certainly wouldn't have done it.  Once again, no info on these pics so don't know the year but looks to me like high school, college maybe.   Those steps she is standing on could be almost anything; house steps, administration building steps, steppe steps.   And check out those shoes.






Hey Marj, some things never go out of style.  You can still buy them and they don't look dated.  Actually, they look pretty neat whether today or 80 years ago.  Now about those ponytails.  They have to go. 

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