40 years ago

If you don’t think women were discriminated against 40 years ago, check out these snippets from a Claude Walker column near the end of 1968. The excerpts are biased selections, but representative comments reflecting the prevailing male chauvinism. He wondered why there weren’t more female newscasters.

For the few who tried he suggested they “stay in the kitchen, keep house for the Lord and Master (I hope he was being ironic), mind the children and do the shopping.” A couple of reams then followed about him “not resenting success (female newscasters) and not begrudging anyone a comfortable livelihood, be they male or female.” (O, noble allowance.) After reluctantly acknowledging early lady newscasters like Lee Phillip and Jorrie Luloff, he bemoaned the “fact” that women couldn’t read a news report without injecting their own opinions. His column contained other such garbage that doesn’t warrant repeating.

Yet, there’s one thing I still don’t get. Marriage assumes that women cast off their surnames, for reasons of simplicity or convenience. Still, there are those who disappear completely behind an envelope addressed to “Mr. & Mrs. Bill Smith.” Maybe we should all take the time to read Robert Burns’ poem, “Green Grow the Rashes, O.” It has the sound of today, and carries an eternal tribute to all the lovely lasses.

From the Nov. 21, 1968, Forest Park Review

30 years ago

Sue Kinsey walked out of Dominick’s in North Riverside with $59.22 worth of groceries after paying only $9.68. Sounds like the beginning of a police report, but everything was legal because she was taking advantage of a new marketing offer-called refunding. Shoppers became involved by redeeming coupons and mailing labels from packaging for rebates that resulted in free products … or special deals like two for the price of one… buy one, get one free. Old stuff now, but good shopping news in ’78.

From the Nov. 1, 1978, Forest Park Review

20 years ago

Former pastor Cliff DiMascio of Forest Park’s First United Church did us all a good turn when he shared a poem about slowing down-before it all goes by. Here’s part one:

Slow me down Lord! Ease the pounding of my heart by the quieting of my mind. Steady my hurried pace with a vision of the eternal reach of time. Give me amid the confusion of each day, the calmness of the everlasting hills. Break the tension of my nerves with the soothing music of the singing streams that live in my memory. Help me to know the magical restoring power of sleep. Teach me the art of taking minute vacations, to look at a flower; to chat with a friend, to walk in the woods … to watch a spider build a web, to smile at a child, or wipe her tears.

Poet-Samuel Miller Hageman

From the Oct. 26, 1988, Forest Park Review

10 years ago

Right away, when he walked into K-Mart, security knew they might have a live one. William Averill, 41, of Berwyn, entered the store barefooted and headed for the men’s department. After allegedly gathering a couple of pairs of shoes and two pairs of pants he made for the fitting room. He emerged shortly afterward, leaving behind one pair of each, and wearing the other. Outside, he was met by security and given a free ride by the Forest Park police. The time was 5 p.m.

By 6 p.m. a friend had driven to the station house to bail him out. Next stop was Wal-Mart where, while his good Samaritan was buying Averill shoes and pants, the barefooted one allegedly got caught pilfering a wallet. By 7 p.m. he was back in the station house.

From the Nov. 30, 1998, Forest Park Review