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You won’t find “Jackson,” “Jayden”, “Madison”, or “Addison” here. In 1913, people weren’t naming their babies to be future DJs, bartenders, and strippers. These babies needed strong, ass-kicking American names to protect against stuff like black plague and Germans.*
*Source: Get Fuzzy desk calendar.