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goshyesvintageads · 1 month
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Capital Airlines, 1952
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retropopcult · 1 year
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The Eero Saarinen-designed TWA Terminal at New York’s JFK Airport, 1964. Photo by Thomas Nebbia.
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newyorkthegoldenage · 11 months
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Some (!) of Marlene Dietrich’s luggage, removed from the liner Normandie by government agents, June 14, 1939. They were confiscated for alleged non-payment of $284,000 in taxes for 1936-37. Forty minutes later, however, Dietrich sailed with all her luggage except for “certain quantities of jewelry,” which were kept in escrow.
Photo: Murray Befeler for the Associated Press
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gvslover · 1 year
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They were known as stewardesses back, then!
(This from a brochure published by Icelandic Airlines in 1961.)
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shutterbulky · 2 years
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Photos demonstrate how aviation has changed since the "Golden Age of Air Travel"
Photos demonstrate how aviation has changed since the “Golden Age of Air Travel”
Commercial aviation has advanced significantly since the “Golden Age of Travel,” which was characterized by glitz, fine dining, and dapper travelers, the “Golden Age of Air Travel.” A look at the history of commercial aviation reveals that, despite widespread complaints about cramped seats and expensive tickets today, the customer experience may not be as bad as some think. While looking at…
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gwydpolls · 9 days
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Time Travel Question 47: Early Modernish and Earlier 2 (Reposted. First Version Had Issues
These Questions are the result of suggestions a the previous iteration.
This category may include suggestions made too late to fall into the correct earlier time grouping. Basically, I'd already moved on to human history, but I'd periodically get a pre-homin suggestion, hence the occasional random item waaay out of it's time period, rather than reopen the category.
In some cases a culture lasted a really long time and I grouped them by whether it was likely the later or earlier grouping made the most sense with the information I had. (Invention ofs tend to fall in an earlier grouping if it's still open. Ones that imply height of or just before something tend to get grouped later, but not always. Sometimes I'll split two different things from the same culture into different polls because they involve separate research goals or the like).
Please add new suggestions below if you have them for future consideration. All cultures and time periods welcome.
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vintageadsmakemehappy · 4 months
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1955 Lockheed Super Constellation
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justbusterkeaton · 7 months
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Buster is Hard Travelin’
Music: Hard Travelin’ by Woody Guthrie
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viridian-pickle · 3 months
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Part Two: Space
Part One: Here. Part Two: You are Here. Part Three: Here.
Author's note: Inspired by the 1950s short story "The Man Who Came Early" by Poul Anderson. This is as close to sci-fi as I've ever written and therefore not accurate to the ISS or other actual science because its time travel. Warnings for panic and some goreless action.
International Space Station 400 km above the surface of the Earth. 21st Century
“Careful up there, Jones.” The navigation officer’s voice echoed through the intercom, making Alfred look up, a domed helmet in his hand. He grinned.
“Don’t you worry yourself, darling,” He replied. “I’ve sat on some bison bigger than that panel.”
He could practically hear her eye roll. “Stay in communication and don’t pull another stunt like that backflip.”
“Aww, c’mon. Kids on the live stream went wild for it.”
“Try me, Jones. There won’t be a presidential order on earth that’ll get you back up here again.”
“Laaaaaame.”
The ISS floated serenely 400 kilometres above the earth. Alfred sailed from the equipment locker, pushing off until he reached the airlock. An old hand at this, it was almost as intuitive as horseback riding was when he was younger, but his heart sped up anyway. He clamped his helmet down and checked the comms.
“Eagle Scream, back to baseboys, over. Confirm baseboys.”
He could practically hear an eye roll from the command module. “Eagles don’t even scream. They get that sound from a hawk.”
“That should be a state secret.” Alfred grumbled. There was a whoosh as the airlock was sealed at the inner end. He opened the outer hatch, giving it one final pat for good luck. Hitching his tether, he grabbed the metal rails and took a moment. He never got sick of this part, the void of nothingness with the sheer expanse of the universe before him. The sun was at 40 degrees; the planet was just behind him.
Tossing a look over his shoulder, he could see the little green sweep of Nantucket at the edge of a grey nor’easter. He released one hand to get a better look. He was a handsome bugger from this angle, almost a thousand miles above the earth. He couldn’t quite reach his ass in the suit, but California looked good regardless. When he was done being vain, reverence swept him through the weightless silence. He leaned his helmeted head against his shoulder, watching his pale blue dot. He smiled: home sweet home.
“Move your ass, Jones.”
“Yeah, yeah.” He snapped out of his reverie, grinning in the helmet. After releasing the rails, he sailed gracefully up and behind until the Canadarm appeared. She was preloaded. All he had to do was line it up, fix some wiring and screw it in, and they were golden.
“Jones to command. Jones to command. Come in command. Need you to swing’er over nice and easy.”
The bright white arm twitched on its crane-like elbow joint, and its flexing attachment worked as steel fingers clamped on the panels and kept them in place as Alfred fastened them. It had better joints than Matt, only whirring softly instead of popping and creaking like organic bubble wrap. Alfred positioned himself near the panel that needed replacing, flexing his hands and cracking his knuckles before pulling out his wrench. The arm reached out, perhaps a bit too fast.
“Whoa, easy on the gears! My brother will shit bricks if we fuck up his baby.”
“Sorry.”
Alfred replaced the panels for an hour. The steady guidance of the Canadarm provided the stability he needed to make damn sure the solar panel was securely in place. He stopped, needing an adjustment as the command module chatted with Houston.
Alfred patted the arm and said, "You've got a better grip on that panel than Mattie does on his mental health." She was almost alive, the machinery warm, and she practically purred.
“Captain, we’ve got some funky radiation readings.”
“Almost done, just crank’er up .2 degrees and I can get this finished and come back in for some sweet tea.”
“Houston advises re-entry.”
So? They hadn’t ordered to retreat, and navigation wasn’t panicking. “I just need oh point two degrees and thirty seconds.”
“Noted.”
Canadarm moved a touch. “There you go.” He centred the panel and lined up the screws. He was the last one in when the alarm rang. Emergency lights flashed red and blue. Alfred had never heard them in action before and grew cold. Comms opened again. No. He breathed. He was not panicking.
“Captain, they’re ordering re-entry.”
“Retract the arm. On my way.”
Alfred gripped the rungs and swung his line out of the way. He pushed off hard and scrambled over the top of the rigid cylinder of the can-shaped module. It was dark here, away from his work lights and sliding across the expanse towards the hatch. He caught himself on the handle, keeping his movements controlled.
“Captain?”
“Almost there.”
“Radiations rising!”
Alfred glanced towards the sun, not looking at it. It was brighter now, with dark fire spots. The rings of light jumping up the Corona stretched and flexed like the hoops of the flexible baleen skirts he used to crawl under every now and then before Lemonade Lucy came along and put him on the straight and narrow.
“Why didn’t anyone tell me we were going to get solar flares?”
“The data didn’t show any!”
“Well, that just dills my pickle.” He muttered. He was almost at the hatch. It was brighter now, and he scrambled up the rungs, barely touching one before climbing the next. Alfred swung at the hatch.
Almost there, almost there. Why was he hot? He shouldn’t be hot. His fingers slipped inside his gloves, but he had the lever in his hand. The world fell black before he closed his fingers.
Incident Report Diplomatic Security Service Bureau of Diplomatic Security State Department
On [redacted] and at [redacted], the ISS and ground services at Carnaval facilities reported unusual radiation readings and advised the crew to return inside. See addendum one. Captain [redacted] was in contact with personnel until Captain [redacted]'s suit abruptly transmitted a distress beacon. A thorough search of the ISS was conducted, leading to the discovery of an empty spacesuit, with the helmet still attached. The inner flight suit, including the Snoopy cap and lining, was not recovered. It has been suggested that a replacement may have been made. However, the space suit contained four viable samples of [redacted]'s DNA, leaving no doubt that it belonged to [redacted]. See Addendum Two.
Two simultaneous investigations were conducted by a multidisciplinary team of experts from [redacted] and [redacted]. Interviews were conducted, telemetry data analyzed, and video footage reviewed. The spacesuit Captain [redacted] wore was intact, with no signs of damage or malfunction. Video footage and telemetry data did not reveal any abnormalities or anomalies, except as previously noted. Crew interviews did not provide any significant information regarding the incident. Pushback regarding these results has been seen overseas, significantly [redacted] and [redacted]. It is the recommendation of this body that our counterparts be updated as to the results of this investigation due to the international familial ties of the next of kin and the diplomatic pressure being leveraged.
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goshyesvintageads · 9 months
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Trans World Airlines, 1954
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retropopcult · 1 year
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Jayne Mansfield with husband Mickey Hargitay and children in a promotional photo for TWA, March 1962.  Mansfield had promoted the airline for nearly seven years, but less than a month later she signed an agreement with Delta to promote their airline instead.
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evilhorse · 5 months
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If there are questions about time, I bet Hourman can shed some light on them.
(Justice Society of America #5)
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gvslover · 1 year
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Look! Comfortable seats on an airplane! Those were the days!
(This from a brochure published by Icelandic Airlines in 1961.)
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burningvelvet · 2 months
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"It is no very uncommon thing for a Child that is a Native of Paris, to go and seek his Fortune abroad, and to entertain a fixed Design of becoming a Man engaged in hazardous Adventures. This City, within which most of the Wonders of the World are contained, and which is perhaps the greatest that can be met with, ought, in my Opinion, to have the Preference of any other upon the Face of the Earth. But who is he that can penetrate into the Secrets of Nature, and give a Reason for some sort of Inclinations she works in the Minds of Mortals? As for my self, I must confess I am not able to give an Account of the Depth of my Desires; and all that I can say, is, That I have always had a most passionate Disposition for Travel."
— opening lines from the journals of French pirate Raveneau de Lussan, pub. 1695.
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