I had a few minutes this afternoon to look through the 1939 and 1940 issues of the Rice Owl, the humor magazine that evolved into a predecessor of the Sallyport. I couldn’t find the results from the men’s poll–they may not have been published or they may have been in an issue that isn’t in our collection. (There are only a couple of these, all from 1939.) However, I did find an article in the October 1940 issue about the results of a poll of Rice women that asked roughly the same questions. It’s interesting enough for me to post the whole thing here. As usual, click to enlarge. (And no, I don’t know why the middle one is already bigger. That’s not my department.)
Bonus: As I was reading these magazines, I found myself staring at the cigarette ads. In particular, the Old Gold cigarette ads. I suppose I shouldn’t have been so surprised by this, but I was. Yikes! They are an eyeful. Here’s one that gets my point across without being too obscene for a family blog. If you want to see the ones I rejected, you’re on your own.
Maybe the Kilgore Rangerettes got a royalty payment from the Old Gold folks back then. Even their modern costumes are nearly identical to Betty Petty’s (http://www.happyfeetboots.com/2004pics/RetteTriplets.jpg)
The Empire Room was at the Rice Hotel. Tommy Dorsey among others used to play there (they would also play at the Balanese Room in Galveston, and the Sylvan Beach Pavilion in La Porte (Both destroyed by hurricanes since then). The Saengerbund was in the Heights. In fact for those of us who are older (but not too much older) the Saengerbund Hall was the Bavarian Gardens on Feagan Dr. I’ve done the Schottisch their myself, but it has been years since doing Put Your Little Foot, and I think that was at home.
As far as the petting question, it has been my experience that a lot of guys lie (and being a guy I can say that)
Yes, they do. It’s just part of what makes them so lovable.
Kinda makes me wish I had ten cents and two Old Gold wrappers.
Now I’ll have to go look through all my old issues of the Rice Owl. Wait, I don’t have any, no fair!
Believe it or not, the dirtiest one featured a girl in a wedding dress! It was clearly drawn by someone with a fine eye for female anatomy.
“Springmade Sheets” used to have some doble entendre (?Fr Sp) risque ads also:
Who remembers “A buck well spent on a Springmaid Sheet”?
I loved this: “…we shall attempt to give you more humor, girls. From now on if you don’t catch the jokes published, write your congressman or to the man that owns one.”
Some things never change. (I’m talking of owning a congressman)