Done in Technicolor
You knew I was coming to it, didn’t you? So here goes with the story.
Ray said, “It’s done in technicolor, and it’s a whiz. What says you that you and I go to the Saturday afternoon matinee, Rosalee?”
This time Rosalee, who had been trained better, didn’t ask Mother for her opinion before going. She went with her boy pal. In the darkness of the movie house, Ray put his arms around her for the first time. Rosalee felt queer at first; then under the stimulation of the picture, the tingle of passion burst upon her.
She responded to Ray’s embrace, as his hands began to explore her body. The tragedy that followed was not done in technicolor, but was a sordid affair. Two or three months later she told Ray she thought something had happened, and he laughed it off, saying, “That’s your worry.”
Rosalee, the beautiful girl who had everything to live for before she had seen the technicolor movie, went home and penned a note to her mother. She drank lye from the bottle her mother kept on the porch for bleaching stained enamelware.
—Bertrand Williams, Christian Girl’s Problems, 1943. (Note: 13th printing, 1960!)
