Ah, the good old days, when saving the family ranch just meant pimping your teenaged daughter out to the wealthy New England elite.

Nothing says “romance” like following a couple into the woods and spying on them as they make out.

Ah, those innocent days of yore when a man’s trustworthiness was judged by whether or not he hangs around in garages…

Something to make it even less like physical exercise…

I suppose “frustration” is as good an explanation for the Kilroy graffito as any.
Though it takes a special kind of understatement to say that a fasces represents “unity.”

The modern equivalent of this would, of course, be “I’m going to write a scathing post about this on my blog!”

_{from The Picture Book of Symbols, 1956}