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Major (now LtCol) Toal, Master of Sartorial Gaucherie! |
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| Here is proof that you
don't have to dress well to be successful. LtCol Toal has managed
to be promoted in spite of his inability to dress himself. As you
can see in the picture at left, if his wife is not around to make sure he
puts on clean pants and a collared shirt in the morning, he'll show up in
any scruffy outfit he can find. Thankfully, the Marine Corps dictates
what he wears during the workday. In spite of being wardrobe-challenged, LtCol Toal doesn't allow his handicap to keep him from having a productive life. Semper Fi, Sir! |
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This picture was taken at
a time when the adolescent Toal was struggling to establish an idependent
sense of himself. Long restricted by the fashion sense of his mother,
he was experimenting with any clothes he could find. In his juvenile
rush to create a new identity and prove himself capable of dressing without
his mother's help, he fell prey to ruthless hair stylists and unscrupulous
clothes retailers. Unable to make the determination between a daring
new look and mere garishness, he draped himself in polyester and allowed
his hair to grow nearly unchecked. It took a Marine Corps recruiter
to provide some direction to this lad, and a Drill Instructor to clean
him up and make him presentable enough for him to find a wife.
Ooh Rah, Marine Corps! |
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| Go back from whence you came
or Go home! |
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