My dad went to school with the Mars’ twins and those girls were smokin, sizzlin hot. Their grandfather brought us M&M / Mars candies.
One time we met Mr Wrigley over on Catalina Island when the Cubs were doing some spring training stuff over there. He was a tuna fisherman.
There used to be good stocks of big tuna just close enough for even half day boats out of Long Beach. Not now though- you got to go about at least 100 miles out I think - that’s a 3 day boat - Japanese overfished the hell out of our tuna
#29: That would have made one helluva double date.
Re Wrigley. I was on a graduate research project on Red China/Red Guards at a Center funded by the Public Relations firm that handled the Wrigley’s account.
Now, if we took the Wrigley commercial saying and applied it to the Mars twins, you would have my philosophy on dating back when I was young.
“Double your pleasure, double your fun,
Take out two girls instead of one”
And I did. (Also double dated with twins, redheads at that).
Then there was the day I escorted 15 young ladies to a bowling alley, 8 in my ‘57 Chevy, 7 in my friend’s ‘55 Chevy.
She was the head of her hosting sorority chapter for an out of state one, and asked me if I wanted to help transport them to the bowling alley (Duck Pins, not Ten Pins).
As I opened the door to the place, hustling them in so that we could get shoes and enough alleys, a guy standing by asked me “How did you do that?” re having 15 girls around.
My reply was simple and direct, “PRACTICE.”
You should have seen the look on his face. My friend Judy and I laughed all the way to the registration desk. Judy was cool.
Ah, those were the days.
Necco Wafers; Sweet juice wax bottles. Pez candies. Candy buttons. A Three Musketeer bar that actually was big enough to break into three pieces. Coke in a bottle, caps with cork in them. Donuts that had taste. 25 cent French Fries in a bag. 25 cent Kosher hot dog or small Corned Beef sandwich. Toddle House hashed brown potatoes. Milk shakes with real ice cream in them. Movies, 50 cents.
Girls who dressed and acted like girls/young women, and could carry on an intelligent conversation. Baseball game tickets, 3rd base side, 75 cents.
The beginning of the bikini as normal beach apparel. Oh the horror of it all! My eyes (never recovered fully from Lois T and that green thingy. She melted the sand at Atlantic City one summer. The guys from the Un. of Penn. part of the beach were jealous as hell - I went to Temple Un. Screw them. She had good taste).
Good night, for a while.