Perl?!? What did Mom say to you?!?!
-Paul
Now, calm down Paul. She only gave me the vaguest details when she caught you putting on her makeup (you shouldn’t use so much, darling). Now be a sweet boy and run along, aren’t you late for your theater class?
-Perl
Criminy Yes! Today is the dance auditions for Oklahoma!
Dear 50’s Mom,
We were having show and tell in our 3rd grade class today. We were supposed to tell what we wanted to be when we grew and show some thing we would use to do that job. I brought a toy gun and holster I borrowed from my little brother (well he’d have lent them to me if I asked) to show when it was my turn. When I got called on and went to the front of the class. I showed the class my gun and told them that I wanted to be a policeman. They laughed at me! Billy said “Stupid. You’re a girl. You can’t be a policeman. You can only be a teacher or a mommy.”
Is that true? Why can’t I be a policeman? Or at least a police girl or something? It’s not fair.
Signed
Mad in the 3rd grade
Would that Betty from down the street be Betty Page? Because my friend Bobby had some photos of her as a jungle girl captured by evil hunters, and I looked at them for a long time, and now every time Lois Lane gets tied up on Superman – and it seems to happen every week – my clothes get to tight and hot. Especially my shorts. I have got to aske this Betty woman what is going on, I think. Should I, 50s Mom?