The year 1956 wasn’t really all that long ago, but in terms of attitudes regarding female college students it seems part of the Victorian period.
When I spoke at a Baptist gathering in St. Francisville recently, Goldie O’Bannon showed me a copy of LSU’s “University Regulations” from 1956.
Under “Standards of Dress,” here’s what the university deemed proper for women students (aka “coeds”):
“Blue jeans, petal pushers, toreador pants, Bermuda shorts and slacks are suitable attire for outings such as picnics and hayrides, but are inappropriate in Tiger Town, on the campus and at those functions or places where this type of dress is not in good taste.”
You’ve come a long way, baby...
Frank Fronczek says, regarding mention of Mad magazine, that the publication’s best work in the ’60s was “rewriting well-known, classic poems on current themes, while masterfully retaining the original rhyme and meter.”
Here’s one of his favorites, “The Astrodome,” after Coleridge (“In Xanadu did Kubla Khan a stately pleasure-dome decree...”):
“On Houston’s soil did millionaires
A garish Astrodome foresee:
A palace where the baseball fan,
‘Mid climate hideous to man
Might loll more pleasantly.”
A later stanza:
“Of course, some pointed out the cost
Of keeping air both cool and pure
Must mean the owner monthly pays
Enough to buy six Willie Mays
And win the flag for sure.”
Rubbing it in
It seems fans of the New Orleans Saints are not at all shy about reminding fans of the Atlanta Falcons (aka “Dirty Birds”) of their team’s lack of Super Bowl success.
Sue Sperry, of Metairie, says she saw this sign at a gas station on Causeway Boulevard:
“What’s the difference between the dirty birds and a bathtub? The bathtub has a ring.”
C’est tout, Robo
Regarding our seminar on nuisance phone calls, Chick St. Germaine, of Harahan, warns that going from land lines to cell phones won’t entirely shield you from these annoyances. But, he says, he has found a way to respond to unwanted calls:
“I speak French to them, and have not yet had a response from the robo calls. Look out if I get a call from a Cajun like myself.”
Speaking of nuisance calls, Doug Lee has this lament:
“Unfortunately, most of the calls I get are robo calls, apparently from a robot named Bridget from cardholder services. She always begins by warning me that this is their second and final call...but it never is...”
This Price is right
Calvin Golden, of Baton Rouge, says the “Jerry Price,” the Baton Rouge High football player from 1942 mentioned in previous columns, is Jere Price. “He is my cousin and still resides in Baton Rouge.”
Nice People Dept.
A reader thanks “a lady who paid for our purchases at the Fellowship Center in Gonzales. We will pay it forward.”
Rose says after she and her daughter Karen finished their meal at Zapata’s Mexican restaurant in Baton Rouge, “the smiling waiter told us someone had paid it for us, but wouldn’t tell us who it was. We were appreciative, and wanted to say ‘Thank you’ through your column. We will pass it on.”
After Gus Weill mentioned in the column that he wanted to do some writing on an old Underwood typewriter, he was inundated with calls from people offering to give him their old Underwoods — and some even offered him ribbons, almost impossible to find for the old machines.
Gus figures this area must be home to some of the kindest people anywhere; and I’m inclined to agree.
Special People Dept.
Lorean Godfrey, of Brusly, celebrated her 97th birthday on Saturday, Oct. 17.
Dan Burkhalter, the Carencro Curmudgeon, says, “While in line for tickets to an LSU game, a young lady (hair color not important) in front of me said to her companion, ‘I can’t wait; I’m biting at the chomp!’”
Monie Herbert says, “Years ago, when our son was about 4 years old, he loved to have lunch at the ‘Picabelly’ (Piccadilly Cafeteria).
“We all found it so cute we still refer to it by that name!”
The wild bunch
Paul Major, of Livonia, says, “There was a recent mention in the paper about a love triangle assault involving a meerkat expert, a monkey handler and a llama-keeper at the London Zoo. The weapon of choice: a wine glass.
“It causes one to wonder what the weapon would have been if the love triangle had been between keepers of the lion, tiger and bear exhibits.”
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