These two undated, photomatic photos from the USA, of a young, possibly handsome, possibly weird looking boy, were probably taken in the 1940s. I can’t make up my mind on his looks one way or another. Those chunky lips and bushy eyebrows are slightly suspect and take him in alternate directions of attractiveness depending on my mood. Today, I am sleep deprived and hungry, so my attitude isn’t too positive towards him at this moment. That’s it. I’m done. Nothing more to say.