Boomers barely into their boom years.
Welcome to the Peanut Gallery of a Boomer's youth. And who didn't want a dead raccoon to put on your head? I did not have a coonskin cap. My friend did. But I had Mouseketeer ears bought at Disneyland two weeks after it opened. Neither of us have the hats now. Our youth probably buried in a dump somewhere or for sale on eBay by someone else.
These little fellows are from a box of photos from the George Kallman estate. I have no idea who they are.
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