Tuesday 02/12/2008 10:49:00am
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Name: |
Frank Morrow |
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fun house |
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frankmoratiodotcom |
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I assume that they don't have fun-houses at the State Fairs anymore. We old
guys will remember them, particularly at the end of the exit ramp, when the
barker, who had a mirror, would press a button, and a blast of air would
come up from the floor, blowing up the skirt of the females. Guys would hang
around for hours, hoping to get a glimpse of pink or white, perhaps with
a little lace.
I recall an incident at the state fair in Tulsa right after WWII when a teenage
girl started to come down the ramp to go out, but, when she saw what was
happening, she ran back in. She appeared again, slowly creeping toward the
place where the blast of air would occur. She apparently didn't know that
the barker was watching in his mirror.
She let another woman go by. Then, she again crept slowly toward her rendezvous
with destiny. Of course, the crowd of males standing on the ground below
was mad with expectation. I was standing down front, looking up at the ramp
and the girl.
Finally, the girl made a dash for safety and freedom, but the barker timed
it perfectly, letting go with a big blast that blew the poor child's skirt
up to her waist. I'll never forget how the barker's voice sounded, "Ho. Ho.
Ho. She didn't have on any panties at all!" The men cheered.
As a completely inexperienced seventh grader I was rather disappointed. I
much would have preferred to see some panties rather than a bare behind.
Such was the male-female culture in the sexist '50s.
Today, because girls wear jeans, there is nothing to blow up. Anyway, many
women would gladly raise their skirts voluntarily, thereby taking all the
fun out of it. I didn't have the experience or sophistication to realize
that this was actually third-class rape. |
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