I should be working, but instead I'm sitting here reading my 1963 Saturday Evening Post. Here is a LETTER from said issue:
Dear Sirs:
The poem Jenny Kissed Me, But She Called Me Sir by Ogden Nash (Jan 5-12) is pertinent and so well describes my own feelings. I feel that it belittles our high elective officials and their wives to refer to them as "F.D.R.," "H.S.T.," "Bess," "Ike." "Mamie," "Dick," "Pat," "JFK," "Jackie," "LBJ," "Lady-Bird" or refer to the Duchess of Windsor as "Wally." I would like to see a movement started to rule out this nickname business.
Signed,
Harry B. Labarr
Sayre, Pa.
...I wish now I'd bought more old mags! I may just go out right now and check if the library sale is still on. Probably not. But it's an excuse to escape into the sunlight.