Towards the end of the summer, corn goes on sale – ten ears for a couple of dollars. I can’t remember the exact price but it’s cheap. You have to pick through a bin of them, and there’s corn silk all over the place and it is sort of a mess (can you tell that I am not a fan of sorting through bins of corn?). And then, of course, you go home and after a restorative nap you boil them. Or better still, get someone else to fire up the barbecue and roast them. You don’t even have to buy ten! It is not compulsary.
So please, please, please – don’t lose your grip like this lady, and make a hat out of them. And don’t make a dress out of plastic strawberry boxes, either.
Because unless this is a still from some lost episode of I Love Lucy in which she connives her way into starring in a Kellogg’s commercial on one of Ricky’s TV shows – there is no excuse for this.
From Life, July 21 1958.