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mm ii 1 "ii1 it "'if1 k'i 11 rr 1 ft 1 it tv i rm i wwwtwipwwwwii MHHBBRHBMMMMBnHHni 1111! 'A 7 -v 4- 4T 7- JO The Palm Beach Post Monday, August 8, 1966 It i "if OMEN I I I. v- i I -4 I -J i LOOK WHAT WE WON Little girls love dolls and these young ladies are no exception. Judges awarded them prizes in the 'funniest' category, Friday, at Sunset Ridge Park in Lata Worth. The doll in the center, made of styrofoam, belongs to Gwen Scheeringa, while the others belong to Becky Baker and Ann Doherty. The contest was sponsored by the Recreation Department of the' City of Lake Worth, under the direction of William RIchter.

-3 -t a i in Staff rhotos By Marilyn Macfarland ,1 v'. rh oils Vie For Attention hV J. I I I COMPARING NOTES Like other in the contest had several dolls. Some contestants around them, these en- even had more than one doll for each trants in the doll show express con- category. 1 cern over winning.

Most of the girls liiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiliiiiiittiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiliiiiiiiR 1 The Squirrel Cage Caveman Party MAYBE WE'LL WIN Debbie Vanderwerf, 10, of before the judging, Friday, at Sunset Ridge Park. 1434 Cindy Drive, Lake Worth, and Kay Dorhout, Kay won a prize for the 'largest there. Hers 3, of Collier Lake Worth, compare dolls was a four-foot dancing doll. Her Idea as mmmm--mmmimmmm 1 1 I 4 a i i By DOUGLASS WELCH A good day to you all, wherever you are, and I should explain that although I frequently say I live In a kooky suburban neighborhood, it really Is not all that much kooky the fact Is, I like to think of It as kind of a typical American neighborhood. You take, for Instance, the Idea Mi's.

Fumbles had for all us men to dress up like cave men for the community picnic in the park. I mean in the past at our annual picnic, It was the same old thing year after year. Blair ami Mc.Murty would conk nine thousand pancakes, and when you ate two of them, why, your stomach would sag three or four Inches olofwr to the (round. I mean they weren't exactly the lightest. And then old Benedict Arnold, the pioneer real estate man, would get up and make a speech about the Old Days, and then Mrs.

Fumbles would get up and recite "Boots, Boots, Boots, Marching Up and Down ARain." (I think that's the way It goes), and she would do It with extravagant gestures. Sometimes she does "Roll On Thou Deep and Dark Blue Ocean" or "The Roy Stood on the Burning Deck" hut everybody likes "Boots" better. Rut when you finally got home, you would say to yourself: "Why did I ever In the first placeT The pancakes "ere crummy, and I know old Benedict Arnold's speech by heart, anyway, and If I never hear the Kiddles Drum and BiiRle Corps again It will he far too soon, and the eggs and aausage were stone cold, and where la the bicarbonate Well, Mrs. Fumbles is our only neighborhood Intellectual, and she decided It was time for a change. She had us up to her house (lie other night and proposed a new type community taffy-pull.

She wanted us all to be cave and pinch six ladies before It got down to the main floor. The ladies said it would be plenty funny enough to have the men made up like cave men but everyone expected ladies to be ladies, and it might look like a community orgy if the ladies showed up in animal skins and walked around in their bare footies. But Dr. Spook, our neighborhood psychiatrist. well, he doesn't practice here, he Just lives here; he says most of us are beyond HIS help he gid we better have at least one or two cave women because if the newspapers came out from the city to make pictures of our community fun, they would Just folrt up their cameras if they found only a bunch of hairy cave men.

Dr. Spook said he believed if The Widow would consent to be a cave woman until the newspapers had gone, her picture would undoubtedly appear all over the nation and bring us great credit. The Widow said to hell with It, she wasn't going to do it. She said she already does enough for the neighborhood on working in her front, yard in a sun suit when the sightseeing bus stops and she is not going to run around like Jane in a leopard suit. Mrs.

Blair said it might be fun to have a Cave Man Dance in the evening with cave men ianclng with their wives beautifully dressed In the latest modern fashions the contrast would be funny. But Mrs, Fuller who is against mixed-dancing he-cause it so often leads to marriage, said she was absolutely against dancing because it aroused passions. I don't know whether we will ever adopt Mrs. Fumbles great idea or not. The way it is now, the wives want to look superior and sophisticated while we husbands run around with sloping foreheads and our eyes up in our hair.

men and cook up a big stew and serve it to anyone who came around. She said she would build a couple of caves out of chicken wire and plaster, and she proposed that over on the bandstand we have a little cave man-type play, nothing 'ery profound, just fellows capering around hitting one another over the head with blown-up pig bladders. And maybe a cave man chasing a cave girl across the stage at intervals. I mean, whimsy. Class.

She thought It would be instructive to the children. Come to find out, she had seen something like this at Custer, South Dakota, where they built a cave man city for the entertainment of summer tourlNts with a bank, a theaScr, a city jail, a beauty parlor, and a whole bunch of other stuff like that, a real barrel of laughs, I mean, the cave women run around with bone-curlers In their hair, and they use lamb fat for basic make-up in the beauty parlor, and I don't know what, The ladies in our neighborhood wanted no part of dressing up like cave women but they thought It would be pretty funny if we husbands made like cave men. I think Dibble put well for us men when he said: "No cave women, why, all right, then no cave men." He wanted The Widow to he the lady who got chased at Intervals across the stage by a cave man, and he was fixing to be the cave man that chased her. The Widow gaid she would do no such thing. She said she knew better than let Dibble chase her because he is a lady-plncher, anyway, after two Martinis, and If you let him be a cave man there wculd be no stopping him.

I believe she is right. I have known Dibhle after a Christmas office parry to get Into an elevator on the third floor BRIDAL. DOLL WINNERS To be a bride is the prettiest bridal dolls in the show. Mrs. Pat a pretty exciting thought for a young girl.

Although Dale, director of the park, reminded all children not quite at the age yet, Reva Bennett, Catherine of the coming Art Clothesline Show, Friday, August Leis and Noel Narsiff of Lake Worth won respec- 12. lively, first, second and third prizes for having For The Best Club Coverage Read "Queens Of Clubs'7 By Mary Sempepos.