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What's this? Bob and Jill getting MARRIED taking a trip buying a house with green shutters, rosebush and white picket fence picking out shiny Hepplewhite tables and soft blue stair carpets with all the time, my, oh my, the world going plumb to blazes on roller skates. What's got INTO these young folks nowadays, acting as though nothing's happened?
Hey, don't they know they ought to be scared to death, chewing their nails down-cellar, waiting for things to get back to normal? Don't they know times are just awful? What's going to happen to the country if boys and girls forget about prices and priorities and keep thinking about love?
What is going to happen to the U. S. A if folks persist in behaving like folks instead of scared sheep? Anybody know the answer?
Well, looks like we'll keep right on selling more marriage licenses than fishing licenses And the maternity hospitals probably won't go out of business, either. And, strange as it may now seem to some of us, we'll keep on building schools, endowing universities and discovering new vitamins and stars.
There'll be plenty of military roads built in '41 and '42 that will be carrying youngsters to Sunday school picnics long after the local tank corps contingent has started coddling its aging bones in barbershop chairs.
And 'long about 1957 or '63 folks will say, "1941? 1942? Let's see what happened that year? Why, that was the year brother John graduated. And wasn't that the year I met your pa?"
For things have a funny way of working out normally for people that are normal to start with and act like healthy, happy human beings and refuse to be panicked all over the place.
And so, will it be so strange after all when, years and years from now, young Tommy asks, "Hey, Grandpop, I gotta piece to write for homework. What happened in 1941?" And you'll say, "Wel-l-l, nothing much important that I can think of except that was the year your Grandma and I built this house, and, come to think of it, bought the very chair you're sitting in."