WAC was okay if you liked crappy kid stuff. It was certainly no "Out Pick Poniers" though.
I was one of those kids who looked FWD to WAC every week & wrote a poemfor it in 1956 at age 11. I won a book. Mom drove me from Montrose to Flintto claim my prize but, because of the one-way streets, she couldn't get to theFlint Journal building. She finally gave up & said, "Forget it. I'll buy you a book!" Not the same somehow. Still remember that, & now I'm 78.
Wrote a poem for WAC in 1956 when I was 11 & won a book. How might I find a copy of my poem? We lived in Montrose at the time. Mom drove me to Flint to claim my prize, but because of one-way streets, she couldn't figure out how to get to the Flint Journal building, gave up & drove back home saying, "I'll buy you a book." Not the same! I'm still remembering this at age 78.
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