This was our solution to a problem: our friend Phil Schroeder had fallen in Cub Run and he and his clothes were totally soaked. We were not supposed to be in the creek, so we couldn't just go home and get him clean clothes. We almost got away with it, but Mrs. Albertson saw him from her side porch and called my Mom. Mrs. Albertson hardly ever used her side porch. Sigh.
Phil's Mom was kind of a drama queen, so she made him hang there until she could go home and get her Brownie camera to take this photo.
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