Aw, people are still making Bryn Mawr jokes? That makes me feel all warm and fuzzy.
Also nostalgic: staring at these and imagining the set of art-markers used to produce them. My father had a big set (graphic artist in the 70s) and would let me play with them. Those were the good old-fashioned kind that you’d get high off the fumes if you used them for too long in an enclosed space, and also they bled through paper like crazy so you had to be careful (after the first time your mother hit the roof) not to use them on the good table.
Aw, people are still making Bryn Mawr jokes? That makes me feel all warm and fuzzy.
I’m sure there are Bryn Mawr jokes, but I don’t know what they are. I just picked it because it was a Seven Sisters school and it has a funny name. It was very nearly Mount Holyoke instead.
Man. I remember this style of illustration from my own school days, but I am struck anew by how much the vast majority of these kids look terminally depressed (including most of the ones who are actually smiling).
MGK: congrats on the pick, then, because even amongst the Seven Sisters, Bryn Mawr tends (or, tended; I am 20 years out of date with respect to the zeitgeist, I admit) to be the go-to college for jokes about nonconformity and sexual experimentation. (Secondarily it tended to pride itself on graduating women who went on in academics, as opposed to priding itself on producing women who managed to land husbands from brother Ivy League schools.)
The Simpsons has actually done a trickle of Bryn Mawr jokes over the years, starting with Edna Krabappel and proceeding to Lisa’s dreams about personifications of the Seven Sisters trying to woo her into attending. (Bryn Mawr was the one that went over and started making out with sporty Smith.)
What this made me think of, though, was James Thurber’s 1939 cartoon. Just Google “thurber bryn mawr” and it’ll come up.
As a victim of the 1970s, I feel obliged to point out that the “incredibly fun ball” actually represents no kind of alternative potential entertainment, but is instead an intrinsic element of the personally empowering crafts experience that is papier-mache.
It’s a balloon which is used as a temporary internal support until the papier-mache dries, just as the kid in back has done with his Star Trek decoy-version “Commander Balok” head.
Based on this and various Rifftrax shorts, I can only conclude that the 1970s is when our educational system, in an attempt to keep up with a changing culture and environment, went completely batshit insane.
When the papier maché shell dries, you can shake it and hear the popped balloon rattling around inside.
I like the Uganda one, but I also like the idea of subbing in Manitoba. This, combined with my impulse to turn the paratrooper panel into a Red Dawn joke, probably proves that I went to school in the 1980s, not the 1970s.
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“With this ruler I will bring order to the world”
Wonderful on so many levels.
“We know you’re lying about your “Polio””.
Fantastic.
Aw, people are still making Bryn Mawr jokes? That makes me feel all warm and fuzzy.
Also nostalgic: staring at these and imagining the set of art-markers used to produce them. My father had a big set (graphic artist in the 70s) and would let me play with them. Those were the good old-fashioned kind that you’d get high off the fumes if you used them for too long in an enclosed space, and also they bled through paper like crazy so you had to be careful (after the first time your mother hit the roof) not to use them on the good table.
I’m sure there are Bryn Mawr jokes, but I don’t know what they are. I just picked it because it was a Seven Sisters school and it has a funny name. It was very nearly Mount Holyoke instead.
And for no reason at all I now want Shoops of Bearenstein Bear covers.
Bryn Mawr is the perfect Seven Sisters school, if only because its name always makes me think of a grizzly bear with a mouthful of peanut butter.
And I think Uganda is my favorite. And I’m very impressed by the non-intrusiveness of the watermarks. Very nicely done all the way around.
Genius.
Although you blew you load early by not keeping the “Moonwalking is not that hard” bit ’til the end.
I started snickering early on, but had a genuine boffo belly laugh by the time I got to the Paratroopers.
Superb.
I completely lost it at the first post. Those kids just look so damn unhappy.
Obviously the paratroopers can’t pickup after themselves because they are now pancakes.Did nobody else notice the blood on the grass?
Man. I remember this style of illustration from my own school days, but I am struck anew by how much the vast majority of these kids look terminally depressed (including most of the ones who are actually smiling).
MGK: congrats on the pick, then, because even amongst the Seven Sisters, Bryn Mawr tends (or, tended; I am 20 years out of date with respect to the zeitgeist, I admit) to be the go-to college for jokes about nonconformity and sexual experimentation. (Secondarily it tended to pride itself on graduating women who went on in academics, as opposed to priding itself on producing women who managed to land husbands from brother Ivy League schools.)
The Simpsons has actually done a trickle of Bryn Mawr jokes over the years, starting with Edna Krabappel and proceeding to Lisa’s dreams about personifications of the Seven Sisters trying to woo her into attending. (Bryn Mawr was the one that went over and started making out with sporty Smith.)
What this made me think of, though, was James Thurber’s 1939 cartoon. Just Google “thurber bryn mawr” and it’ll come up.
And it is a funny name.
As a victim of the 1970s, I feel obliged to point out that the “incredibly fun ball” actually represents no kind of alternative potential entertainment, but is instead an intrinsic element of the personally empowering crafts experience that is papier-mache.
It’s a balloon which is used as a temporary internal support until the papier-mache dries, just as the kid in back has done with his Star Trek decoy-version “Commander Balok” head.
But first, they must all drink Tranya!
AHAHAHAHA!
Based on this and various Rifftrax shorts, I can only conclude that the 1970s is when our educational system, in an attempt to keep up with a changing culture and environment, went completely batshit insane.
When the papier maché shell dries, you can shake it and hear the popped balloon rattling around inside.
I like the Uganda one, but I also like the idea of subbing in Manitoba. This, combined with my impulse to turn the paratrooper panel into a Red Dawn joke, probably proves that I went to school in the 1980s, not the 1970s.
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Awesome, loved the “polio” one.