Saturday, March 23, 2024

Talk About March Madness!

The February 20, 1938 Life Magazine featured a Detroit semi-pro basketball team who played their games wearing only union suits with sneakers. How's that for March Madness? Bet you won't see this in the 2024 NCAA Basketball playoffs!

The team was called "The Original Undies."  Really, no joke!  Their team leader boasted they were "the only basketball team in the world" to play in their one-piece, short-sleeved, button-down long underwear. Nearly laughed off the court in their union suits each game, these boys managed to win a few! No joke!  The well dressed Harlem Globe-Trotters had nothing on them!

Thanks to Joe of New York City for sending me this appropriate basketball playoff photo and article as another college March Madness has gotten underway. These union suited basketball players aren't the first atheletes to make the cut in Union Suit Fan for playing sports in their union suits. Here are others in my earlier Madness postings....

Get Your Game On! (From October 28, 2022)

For most of the U.S. and Canada, it's time to unpack those union suits you put away for the summer and pull them on for the cold weather! Get moving!

And From October 10, 2022 A Bike Enthusiast....


Biker Boy

From July 3, 2021:

It's a Boy's Life

After Bailey of Grand Rapids, MI emailed me music covers of George M. Cohan's song, Over There, and included an ad for boy scout union suits, Cory of Waterville, Maine emailed me additional boy scout ad posters and Boys' Life magazine covers like these boys boxing in their BVD underwear, having stripped off their scout uniforms:  

and this cover of a boy scout taking a swing, dressed in his baseball uniform wearing a union suit underneath: 



Union suited Acrobats of Cirque Costume, posted on February 14, 2021:



This Olympic Cowboy nails a perfect landing, posted on September 16, 2020... 



And from October 9, 2017, my autobiographical story with help from my friend, Solid Jackson:

A Very Forgetful Boy

Once there was a forgetful boy, a very forgetful boy. It was not unusual for him to run out of his house early morning and race to the bus stop without his lunch bag. Occasionally, he would forget his belt and had to hold his pants up with one hand all day long. One time the boy ran out of the house and was half way down the sidewalk in the rain before he realized he had no shoes on. His socks were soaked before he could turn around and run back to his room to change them. In school he would have invariably forgotten a text book or two, maybe pencils and, of course, his homework now and then. Participating in boy scout camp outs he would frequently forget his sleeping bag, or his jacket, maybe a flashlight or change of underwear. At other times he would forget to take his bible to Sunday school.

His mom, dad, teachers, and scout master were regularly exasperated. Pleading, reminders, even threats seemed to have no positive affect on this boy and his memory. Yet this forgetful boy did very well in his school subjects. He excelled in mathematics and science and recalled history and geography details. But as he graduated to high school he remained oh so forgetful. The boy's mom commented as many moms do about their sons, "if his head were not screwed on tightly he would forget it as well."

As a high school sophomore the boy continued getting excellent grades despite being his forgetful self. During this year he tried out and was chosen for the school's basketball team. True to form, arriving for practice he would, on any given day, forget clean socks, on another day his shorts, on another day his jockstrap. He was simply inept at remembering. His coach grew more and more impatient.

One cold Monday morning, the boy forgot his entire uniform. He had taken it home to be washed but left it in the laundry room in his rush to catch the school bus. Upon arriving at the boys' locker room for practice, the coach had had enough. "You are not going to play in your street clothes and shoes," he told the boy. "Today, you'll practice in just your underwear and socks!”

No amount of pleading or promising to do better could change the coach's mind. "Strip and hit the court," he commanded. And so, the boy did - reluctantly.

It was mid-January so like other men and boys, his winter underwear consisted of a long-handled union suit. Hanging up his clothes and storing his shoes, he proceeded to the gym wearing only his long woolen underwear and socks.

The other boys laughed heartily at seeing their distressed team mate in his union suit. They chided him with diversionary comments such as "You forgot to button your flap" and "Look! His face is as red as his underwear!" Another team mate chortled, “Wait until the girls see you at our next game in just your union suit!”

Teenage boys, then as now, have no mercy. Good nature teasing each other is a favorite past time. Blowing his whistle, the coach finally stopped the chatter bringing some semblance of order to practice. The boys were soon concentrating upon basketball rather than the forgetful boy, ignoring the discomfort of one of their own.

Despite his embarrassment the boy did his best to persevere on the court, slipping and sliding around the gym in his socks, sweating in his woolen underwear. Yet he managed to hit some layups and a couple of hook shots. After a while he thought no more of having to run around in his underwear.

The hour passed and the boy returned to the locker room in his soggy union suit. The other boys continued razzing their unfortunate colleague. But the boy could give as good as he got. He had composed himself and offered some zingers of his own. Finally, after the other boys finished showering and dressing, they left for home tired but exhilarated.

The forgetful boy promised his coach he would do better to remember. It turned out the boy learned his lesson for he never forgot his uniform again. 

I wish I could tell you that he became less forgetful from that day forward but some things never change. The boy became a man and now forgets where he places his car keys, his anniversary date, and the ages of his children.


Solid Jackson appears in his
Long Red Woolen Union Suit
to the Amusement of His Team Mates
and to the Consternation of His Coach
Special Thanks to The Kilroys, America's Funniest Family!, a popular 1940's comic book family, who featured a boy by the name of Solid Jackson. Solid was a zany friend of the Kilroys' teenage son, Natch. Solid always seemed to find himself in the wackiest of predicaments such as his mom requiring him to wear his long red woolen underwear to his high school basketball games so he wouldn't catch cold. Solid Jackson was the perfect foil to align with my "forgetful boy" story.

The Kilroys stories and art: by Dan Gordon and others. His comic books featured various teen-ager hijinks.


Wednesday, March 20, 2024

Sprung For Spring (Cleaning) 

It's the first full day of Spring, 2024 and good heavens! The last I saw of Illinois' Retro Jeff, he had just been sucked up into an Alien Spacecraft. So, what thuh?!?!  Retro appears to be back at home, decked out in his favorite clothes (union suit underwear), doing what a lot of us need to start... getting down and dirty in his Spring Cleaning! 

What gives? How did he get back from space or where ever he was taken?  He looks pretty normal to me, sweeping and mopping and waxing and polishing. Hmmmm... 



 
 






Rest assured, Union Suit Fans, I will do my best to figure out just how and why ole Retro got back; and now, working away as if nothing happened a mere few days ago....Chris

Saturday, March 16, 2024

What In The Whirl?!?!?

Strange happensings in Illinois. Unlike many sectors of the nation, Retro Jeff's neck of the woods has not seen as much snow as some of the rest of us. He did have a layer of ice one day recently. So he pulled on his union suit to protect him from the cold and ventured outside to scrape ice from his driveway. 


Just as he was getting started, Retro was distracted first by an unusual feeling deep in his bones. His skin crawled, the longer he stood there. Could this be a "close encounter of a third, perhaps fourth, or more, kind?!  

A neighbor of Retro's had been drawn to the sight of him standing frozen outside in his long red underwear and saw that his acquaintance had been distracted by something in the sky. Being somewhat of an amateur photographer, the neighbor stepped outside with his camera and began snapping pictures of his distraught neighbor.

The situation rapidly changed from bad to worse as a type of mother ship was witnessed by several neighborhood residents. The craft, reportendly, moved overhead blotting out the sunlight. Eye witnesses said later "death rays began raining down" on Retro Jeff, now on the run, who attempted to head back for his house. Before reaching safety, according to one acquaintance, he was blasted by a cluster of rays, seemingly to raise up his body.






Authorities investigating this unusual event thought Retro, dressed in his red union suit, must have caught the attention of alien beings. Is this the last we'll see of Retro Jeff? 


Monday, March 11, 2024

A Potpouri of Union Suits! 

Don't miss my latest posting on Union Suit Fans in the Limelight, featuring a Toastmaster giving a speech in his "favorite suit!"

Wright's Union Suits for men and boys were so popular 150-170 years ago, store owners said they walked right off the shelves! They were a tradition; but you can't buy them in stores now days:











 

Steamboat Springs, Colorado has an annual Winter Carnival in February. And, Cedar Springs, Michigan holds their city wide Red Flannel Festival in October. When you go, be sure to wear your
union suit like this old-timer.


There are 16 parts to a Union Suit!
Who would have thought. I recognize
eleven of them.
 


Hope his button pulls off that flap before the missle explodes!

Friday, March 1, 2024

Still Shoveling!!

As winter snows continue Lonestar Mike and everyone's favorite wagerer, RC, are back at it, the latest to don their union suits and grab shovels to fight the elements.  Love the hats, fellas! 




 Union Suit attired for outdoor work!