The Sound Track From West Side Story . . .

\Marash Girl's college classmates would love to blare the sound track of West Side Story throughout the corridors of Cabot Hall Dormitory . . . especially the second verse (see below)! A boy like that will bring you sorrow You'll meet another boy tomorrow One of your own kind Stick to your own kind! "Stick to your own kind?" Of course, that was the last thing the girls in the college dorm were interested in doing . . . But their parents? Oh, yeah! In fact, all of Marash Girl's friends in college (not one of them Armenian) would never miss a meeting of the Harvard-Radcliffe Armenian Club! Just saying . . . .

A Toss In The Hay?

In discussing the political climate of the day, a long-time acquaintance of Marash Girl soundly approved the President's latest appointment to the United States Supreme Court. "Why should we help kids who have just had a night of it?" she asked . . . or as she put it, "Why support kids who have just had a toss in the hay??!!!!" And that from a woman who had tossed around "in the hay" plenty during her youth!

Stockingless in the Early 1960's!

A bright young man from MIT,

(Armenian he, oh, glory be!) 

Begged Marash Girl, “Go out with me!" 

But when no stockings he did see, 

He fled right back to MIT!

N.B.  Mary Auntie would have commented, "Abris, dghas!"

Padiddle!

With all the talk these days about the dating rules in the United States of America -- the dating rules for for men and women --  Padiddle comes to mind!  What does Padiddle mean?  Padiddle means someone owes someone a kiss! A kiss?  Yes!  In the late 1950's, if a guy was out for the evening on a date with a gal, and the guy spotted a car with a burned-out headlightt, if he called it (shouted "Padiddle"), it meant he could claim a kiss from the girl he was with . . .

A wonderful young man who was out with Marash Girl one evening did exactly that:  he spotted a car with one headlight out, shouted padiddle, and claimed a kiss, but no way was Marash Girl going to allow Jimmy H. to kiss her, nor would she kiss him, padiddle or not.  He was just a friend.  A good friend, but a friend nonetheless.  Marash Girl reproved Jimmy H., and, of course, never heard from him again.

Too bad, because he was a really good kid.  Oh, and he was NOT Armenian!