Those were the days.

Margie: Edna, I'm calling Pastor tomorrow. I was mortified at church today. Did you see some of the clothes those young people were wearing? Some of them weren't so young either.

That's just shameful! Nobody in church wants to see tattoos or bare legs or any body part hanging out. Mama and Daddy would have locked us in the barn if we'd ever dressed like that!

Edna: Margie, in our day nobody would have known where to even find clothes like that. Well, outside of the ragbag anyway. I tell you, sister, gone are the days when women wore gloves to shop and nobody went out in public without a hat, women or men.

Margie: That's true, Edna. Oh, do you know what I heard at the beauty parlor? Those young women were making fun of Leave It To Beaver's mother because she cooked while dressed in her good clothes.

Pictured:  Margie's hero

Margie:  June Cleaver had class. Mama used to wear her good dress and ear bobs when she cooked. People have no pride in their appearance anymore, sister.

Edna: They really don't. If I see one more young man walking around with his pants around his knees and his drawers showing, I'm going to scream. Every time I see that, I want to go over and yank up his pants and then ask him if his mother knew he left the house that way.

Personally, I don't think anyone would fall down dead if they had to dress up to go out in public. It wouldn't kill anyone to watch where they're walking instead of keeping their head down and texting, either, but that's a post for another day.

Margie: I agree, sister. Even the Boy Scouts are so busy texting that they no longer help old ladies.

Edna: Yes, but do they at least still wear those natty Scout uniforms? I do so admire a gentleman in uniform.

Margie: Floozy!

Edna: Get your mind out of the gutter! You know as well as I do that boys grow up to be men. Heavens, you'll have our readers thinking the wrong thing of me. As usual.

Margie, I think that if people dressed up nice to go out in public, they'd behave nice too. It's all psychological, you know. If you're dressed up in your good clothes, you'll act better because nobody wants to mess up their Sunday best by getting in a fight or some such nonsense.

Margie: Edna, are you sure about that? I always took off my good clothes until I was finished acting badly. Get my drift, sister?

Edna: I said in PUBLIC, you hussy. What you do in private is nobody's business but yours. Goodness knows the rest of us don't want to hear about it.