In the current New Yorker, an article on Depression journalism (as contrasted with reporting on today's problems) mentions that toilet paper is in short supply in
schools right now. Detroit
That brings back memory of the dank girls’ bathroom in the basement of my grade school in the
suburb of Boston around 1933, at
the height – okay, the depth – of the Depression. Malden. This would have been somewhere
A monitor stood in the gloom at the door, and as you entered, you reported whether you anticipated making number one or number two. You were accordingly handed either one or two sheets of toilet paper.I think I’ll send the NYorker a Letter to the Editor about this. Let's see if they use it.
p. s. I am unable to find an appropriate illustration for this one.