Been combing through the Saladsonian in search of things I want to archive, now that Salad Mom has been so kind to give me a portable scanner to use.
One of my favorites: a children's nursery rhyme booklet from the 1930s that belongs to Salad Mother-In-Law.
Can someone explain how you "meet" a dunce cap? And what's up with the elf on the drum with the Belichickian sourpuss on his face? Weird.
You can read the rest of the nursery rhymes here.