A scene so far away that comic books were known to be a prime cause of crime and slackery.
Smoking! Putting his feet up on the seat! Jail or the army!
Gone to where the old dreams and nightmares go.
By the time I saw the book, it was maybe 1964/5 and these photos from maybe 1957/58 were already history. At the army physical these were the guys who wanted to jump you for bringing doctor’s notes and trying not to get drafted.
These kids – tough unto death and wierdly innocent – without words for their alienation – are slumped not on bar stools but on soda fountain twirlies.
Via the ever amazing Justin Howe and the ever resourseful
Bruce Davidson 1959 study of a Brooklyn Gang, “The Jokers”