Back in the 1930s, getting dressed up always involved black patent leather shoes, in a style nowadays called Mary Janes or Baby Dolls. They were worn with white anklets, not yet known as bobby socks – and come to think of it, no longer known that way either.
Buying the shoes involved an exciting family excursion, and while my sister was being fitted, I was sent over to entertain myself by wiggling my toes under the fascinating x-ray shoe fitting machine, which was a fluorescent affair. The three eyepieces allowed mother, salesman and child to view at the same time, but I just ran it solo, at the child-height side, to keep myself occupied.
Note the illustration of right and wrong way your bones were supposed to show up, down there above the sign that boasts
"we feature X-RAY"
Can you believe? I’ve never had cancer, but of course the returns aren’t all in yet.