Merry Christmas! Like you, perhaps, I'm quite busy - but I've set aside another collection of midcentury clip art, this time from the 1959 Jackson Hole newspaper. Remember, we did this last year? I didn't. But then I found a folder of items thoughtfully placed in the 2024-12 folder when I laid out the year last December.

Haven't laid out 2025 yet, so I am feeling a bit behind.

But I think there's time.

I think this was supposed to be reversed.

Didn't know they had photographic negatives back in Roman times.

Since when is it his job to do the tree? Maybe he's just picking up something that fell. But that's going to put you behind schedule! Focus, Claus, FOCUS

The now-abandoned custom of daytime delivery:

Bud, Chuck, and Ron. Those great guys down at Teton Gas. Sorry, Van Gas. Don't know why that vehicle needed a special fuel.

It's always about the Good Old Days. Even then.

Dave's was at 5th and Spruce.

Fnoel:

Jack, I'm sure, also sent out small little calendars, or perhaps pen-and-pencil sets.

All the gang sends you illumination-related hopes and stylized pinecones:

We don't know who drew any of these.

		Aren't most of your customers long gone by now?

Jack and the Two Toads were familiar with this place, their parents' motel:

Either it had two offices, or they lived upstairs.

Some miraculous event in the house has shot a beam of light into the night sky, perhaps as a beacon to aliens

See, those were the good Christmases. More honest, more relaxed, more substantial and satisfying than today's hectic commercial events. Why, people went around in top hats and very long dresses.

That would be Garl - yes, Garl - Riggan, who was described as "Kind, principled, fun." He was a Sinclair man at the start, but got into State Farm insurance - and was the state's "longest practitioning agent" when he died in 2003.

Fred looked like quite the character.

That's a few from four pages. Probably 1/50th the number of ads in the paper.

That'll do. See you around!