With all apologies to the Ladies Home Journal column and sincere thanks due to the poor parents on whose bewildered comment this page was based. May it be a fitting memorial to all those poor suffering parents who can best tell when....There's a school girl in the house.....THERE IS A TIME IN THE AFFAIRS OF MEN WHEN....Dad rummages furtively for his "one and only razor" just to find it's been used on the latest biology specimen and Mama finds her "brand new "Channel No. 5" drained dry with quite suspicious smells, drifting from her daughter's room.
When Grandpa finds himself employed as a "Ghost Writer" of composition during test week and indulgent Uncle Pete finds the nickle he used to toss to the "kid" has become a fifty-cent piece.
When Aunt Liza's treasured heirloom sofa becomes a resting place for pretzel-twisting phone callers and Johnny waits an impatient hour for "It" to finish dance preparations in the bathroom.
When dazed Grandma is rebuked for her ignorance of "Julius Caesar" and Mama finds to her sheer horror the nape danced off the living room rug!
When a once quite house turns into a crazy house lorded over by some unique specimen of making clad in faded jeans and buried under two fathoms of note book paper scribbled with literature and algebra with only a short stub of a pony tail showing...THEN YOU KNOW THERE IS A TEENAGER IN THE HOUSE!!!!!!!!! (Written by Glenda Betts) (Taken from 1956 Maryon)