Good morning, smiddy, zeb, and HappyDad:
Great replies and experiences -- THANKS! Yeah, the '50s and '60s. We were poor, but we had our phonographs and 45 rpm records. Family and I still have Richie Valens, Everly Brothers, etc.
My irreverent allusion to dear Connie's tale of woe:
Dear Happy Homemaker:
I'm having a laundry problem. My husband's shirt collars have red lipstick on them and it just won't come out. I've tried scrubbing, bleaching, and bluing, with no success at all. Mary Jane, who's my best friend, has offered to have the shirts professionally cleaned -- she'll kindly fetch them while I'm at work and Hubby's tending to household chores -- but I don't want to take advantage of her generosity.
What do you say?
Connie aka Baby Pink
Dear Connie,
You don't have a laundry problem, Sweetie! If I were you, I'd switch from baby pink to a red-hot, angry slash of magenta across those lips. Or, you could buy your husband red shirts. Or, make him go out and find a job while you tend to the house. Or, move to another state and leave no forwarding address.
Good luck with Old Mister Innocent Bystander!
HH