From The Vault: Family Circus kids are fortunate Dad’s drinking didn’t ruin trip to football game
Wednesday, August 8th, 2007This editorial originally appeared in The Yuckraker on Oct. 23, 1960.
Dear Mr. Family Circus Dad,
Being a father means not carrying yourself around like you’re at the dog track all the time, despite what the social mores of our new decade would dictate.
Smoking is one thing, sir, ferrying the kids around drunk is entirely different.
“…And we each had a bottle of soda,” apple-cheeked Billy proudly told his mom upon his triumphant return from the football game yesterday. “Daddy brought his own in his pocket.”
His own in his pocket. Shame on you, Dad.
Not only does soda clearly mean a quote-unquote “road pop,” sir, but you smuggled it into the stadium. That’s unethical at best. Yes, $1.25 is an outrageous price to pay for a beer at the game, but show some class.
The one saving grace is that you only had tickets for Dolly and Billy, leaving Mom, Jeffy, adorable little PJ and Barfy at home to, thankfully, NOT receive word that three loved ones died in a horrible, fiery drunk-driving accident.
So, sir, please take a long, hard look in the mirror tonight before you go to bed. And then ask yourself, “Don’t the kids deserve a dad who doesn’t risk their lives every time he gets behind the wheel?”
We pray that your answer isn’t “Ida Know.”

