Since this discussion hasn't gone into the toilet yet, I thought I'd bring it there, sort of.
Memory from my childhood, circa 1960. In the men's rooms at old Comiskey Park on the great South Side of Chicago, there would be urinals kind of low to the ground for kids to use. Above them were signs that said, "For Future Shortstops".
Aaaah...the wonderful things you remember.
Also, there was a hot dog stand at on south Stony Island Ave. called Carl's Red Hots. We would stop there before Sox games and get jumbo kosher hot dogs (boiled, of course). They would put them on a steamed poppy seed roll and wrap them in butcher paper with a huge order of hand-cut fries - 25 cents!!! Whoever carried the bag had to put a stack of napkins on his lap because the grease from the fries would soak through the bag! We didn't care - they were delicious. We'd add three kinds of dark mustard, onions, peppers, sauerkraut, tomatoes, etc. It was called "draggin' it through the garden".
Oh yeah - anyone who put ketchup on a hot dog got beat up. I'm not kidding.
