Now DON'T get me wrong. I'm not usually without the benefit of male companionship on Saturday night. But this Saturday night when all my erstwhile suitors telephoned—I didn't hear because of the five pairs of silk panties muffling the receiver. This Saturday evening I had decided to contemplate the intricacies of life, men, and the Roman Catholic Church in the solitude of my boudoir...
"Chasity or the Coed's Choice,"
Sketch: Vol. 39
, Article 8.
Available at: http://lib.dr.iastate.edu/sketch/vol39/iss3/8