Dear Tolucan Times and Mr. Crosby:
Please accept my sincerest thank you to The Tolucan Times and Mr. Crosby to buck all politically correct and false facts about Big Oil and the production, use, and exploration of oil in America and around the world.
It took real guts for Mr. Crosby and you, The Tolucan Times, to run the piece and I can’t say enough how refreshing it was to read a piece that gave the facts about oil. I for one don’t care to live in a tent or herd goats for a living.
I hope everyone at The Tolucan Times and in particular Mr. Crosby keeps up the good work on this issue.
Dear Mr. Don Potter, Editor-In-Chief of NewSeniors.com:
In your Feb. 1 article, “Saturday Matinees,” you asked to hear from the “ladies” regarding our Saturday afternoons. Since I don’t often think about those long-ago years and my “quirky” personal requirement before I would buy a ticket, I’m taking this opportunity to recall it and hopefully amuse you at the same time.
My Saturday matinee years were the WWII years, so except for the exciting weekly serial and the “B” first feature, the “A’ main feature was nearly always a “war” movie that often had no women at all and only violent battle scenes. However, I did observe that when there was a woman, the story began to interest me … and when there were no women, I lost interest. I liked to watch the interaction between male and female — how they spoke to each other, treated each other, and reacted to one another … and I was very influenced by what I saw on the screen, to the point where I enjoyed mimicking the female behavior (which eventually got me in trouble).
In the “battle of the sexes” scenes, I liked the way the male lead would say something fresh to a female. Then, she in turn, would slap his face. He, then, would reward her with a kiss on the lips … which she usually seemed to like, and would melt in his arms. So I decided to do the same and, any time a boy in my grade school said or did something that I thought was “fresh,” I would slap his face … naturally hoping for a kiss. Until one day, out on the playground at recess, a boy approached me with mirrors from his mother’s makeup purse taped to the top of his shoes, which he tried to position under my skirt as we talked. As soon as I noticed (and not wanting to be kissed), I slapped his face. He immediately slapped me back very hard and said: “Everyone is talking about you because you go around slapping faces, and you have to learn that you can’t do that.” And, thanks to him, I never did. But I did continue to check the 8X10 glossies that were displayed in the lobby of the theatre. If I didn’t see a woman in any of them, I would ask at the ticket booth whether or not there were any. If the answer was “No,” I’d go home. And one time, the boy in the booth said, “I don’t think so … maybe a nurse.” So I stood there thinking, “Should I or shouldn’t I?” Finally, I decided to go in and just hope that the soldier did something to cause the nurse to slap him. Then I could go home happy. Even if all the war scenes were so boring, my weekly “dime” brought me such fun and excitement if there was only one “slapping and kissing” scene between a man and a woman!
Thank you for asking.