<p>Treetopleaf- I have to say you might be wrong about teachers waiting until the last moment to run off papers. At the school I taught at there was only one machine and about 35 teachers. Most teacher would run off papers in the morning or during their break. That break was the 30 minutes twice a month when your class had music. We ate lunch with our class and took them to the playground ourselves. Forget having to go to the bathroom; you would have to ask the teacher across the hall to watch your class while you went.</p>
<p>Well, I might be - I was pretty young then 
I just recall some teachers never having the smelly sheets vrs. some that did.</p>
<p>I do remember the resentment about lunch duty, and the stipulation that kids go home if they could. Now it’s exceptional if a kid goes home for lunch.</p>
<p>I remember the poor ladies stuffing their in-use kleenexes up their sleeves, or into their bosom, because they didn’t have pockets in their dresses. egad.</p>
<p>Kleenexes? We used hankies.</p>
<p>And remember fizzies?</p>
<p>Fizzies- those wafers you put in water that turned into a tasty drink? </p>
<p>I loved my Slush Mug. Actually, they still sell those things online and I’m thinking about getting one. Instant frosty.</p>
<p>“Fizzies- those wafers you put in water that turned into a tasty drink?”</p>
<p>Or into shower heads for a colorful prank.</p>
<p>I always ate the fizzies straight. </p>
<p>Did anyone take the cork backs of coke bottle tops and then make “buttons” where you have the cork piece on the inside of your shirt and the metal part on the outside?</p>
<p>^^ Oh yes, I did, mathmom! I had totally forgotten about those!
Wow, this thread is really taking me back!</p>
<p>I remember wearing white gloves whenever we went to church or got the least bit dressed up. They came just to the wrist and were about the equivalent of putting on pantyhose today–just part of the outfit. I guess those went out of style some time in the sixties.</p>
<p>Re Suicide knob: see Necker knob (a glass/plastic knob that attaches to the steering wheel and used in conjunction with bench seats). You steer with your left hand and allow your right hand to “roam” towards your date. Made obsolete by quicker steering ratios and bucket seats…</p>
<p>Re Gas station “dingers”: Gas station driveway signal (sorry no exotic names that I can recall).</p>
<p>Re Mimeograph fluid: See “Fast Times at Ridgemount High”. Mr. Hand passes out a test and his students “sniff” the exam sheet. I’m sure that most students have no idea why that’s funny…</p>
<p>Re bomb like construction site marker: Just guessing (though I do remember them): Smoke/grease pots.</p>
<p>Anyone from Cleveland Ohio remember Ghoulardi and Parma socks?</p>
<p>Not actually from Cleveland, but Ghoulardi, oh yes! And how about Captain Penny before that? “Do the best you can at everything you do; then don’t worry about it, don’t stew about it, and you’ll live a whole lot longer.”</p>
<p>Sorry, but I just can’t get past the mimeograph thing–
I was trying to explain it to my kids recently. Not only did the purple ink smell wonderful (i.e. probably harmful), but if the papers were fresh off the presses they were also icy cold…</p>
<p>okay, more on the mimeograph (or dittos as I believe someone has correctly distinguished them)–I am old enough to have both sniffed (and inhaled) as a child but also to have become a teacher and wrestled with typing, correcting them (scraping off the wrong letters with a razor blade (also now anachronistic), and then re-typing–and the joy of getting the ink on your hands so that you’d be purple-tinged for days. The fastidious math teacher (NOT me) always “dittoed” in a pair of white gloves (discards I’m sure from her regular Sunday wear) to keep her hands tidy…</p>
<p>and since razors came up–can you even buy double-edged razors anymore?? Came in little plaster dispenser things–and medicine cabinets had a little slot to drop the used razors into (where they must be stacked up behind the lath and plaster across America)</p>
<p>Do they still make PeeCHees? Coloring in all those amazing athletes.</p>
<p>We have the razor blade things in the old medicine cabinets in our old house.</p>
<p>I always wanted a VROOM for my bike, but, alas, used cards in the spokes instead. About 15 years ago, I met a woman who paid for law school with the settlement from VROOM after she burned her leg and had nerve damage and scarring. The subject came up as our kids were pinning cards in the spokes of their bikes…</p>
<p>mmaah: The teachers in my school used “newspaper gloves”. They were sold to ladies who didn’t want newspaper ink on their hands. </p>
<p>How about “Sunday school clothes”? And pre-Vatican II, mantillas or hats in church?</p>
<p>DDs “blew fuses” at the grandparents’ house with their hairdryers, etc. They knew about “breakers” but didn’t realize that “blowing a fuse” was the same as “popping a breaker”.</p>
<p>2cakes: on the mantillas and hats for mass: I remember that at Girl Scout camp that the Catholic girls hiked off to mass in the National Forest–with kleenex’s bobbypinned to their heads since they didn’t have other proper headcoverings at camp!!!</p>
<p>And yes, we had “school clothes”, “play clothes” and “church clothes” ( same catgories for shoes). And usually no more than 3 pairs (the third being the school shoes that had retired to the play category…) Oh, and for a brief period the treasured category of my cowboy boots…</p>
<p>subs, hoagies, grinders-names for those big sandwiches.<br>
Suicide doors-my H had a 1969 Lincoln Continental (part of the mid-life crisis collection.)</p>
<p>^^AnyMom99</p>
<p>Your post reminded me of Dorothy Fuldheim, whom I began to appreciate in May 1970 and have since come to admire quite a lot! (nevermind that Ghoulardi referred to her as “Dorothy Full-fink.”)</p>
<p>Also Mr. Jing-a-ling & Tom Terrific and Manfred the Wonder Dog (the last might not be regional).</p>
<p>^^Quantmech
Ghoulardi defined an odd sense of humor for those of us that grew up watching him.</p>
<p>“Mis-ter Jing-a-ling/ how you ting-a-ling/ keeper of the keys/ On Halle’s seventh floor/ we’ll be looking for/ you to turn the key.” </p>
<p>Remember Halle’s and Higbee’s?.</p>
<p>And what about Romper Room with Miss Barbara and her magic mirror -
"“Romper, bomper, stomper, boo. Tell me, tell me, tell me do. Magic Mirror, tell me today. Did all my friends have fun today? Did all my friends have fun with me today?”</p>
<p>For those of you in mid atlantic states: “Wonderama” (Sonny Fox, the dance contest, the audience wave)…I was just thinking about this the other day…Not sure if in the rest of the country…</p>