I love vintage Halloween postcards! I'd collect 'em if I could, but they're tremendously popular and, consequently, hideously expensive. And, too, it's not as if my apartment needs to be filled with any more bric-a-brac.
Last year I had great fun with postcards and discovered Halloween was the time for unmarried women to see their future husbands.
These particular ones happen to be a little more... interesting... than most.
Guess Pedobear is superfluous on Halloween.
This could be (mis)interpreted in so many ways.
Ah! Hot turn-o'-the-century babes!
Is the moon staring at... her ass?