Ranger Steve, apropos of the five-cent movie:

I was born in 1930, and in the mid 30s in Rochester, Minnesota one of the movie theaters, on Friday night, would have double features, for ten cents.

Now at that time, when I was maybe nine or ten, my allowance was--five cents for the week. My brother, five years older, got ten!

With my five cents, I could go to the movies every other week, which meant that on the off weeks I'd miss the current installment of the serial--Captain Midnight, the invisible man, and the like. But I had to live with asking my brother to tell me what happened in the serial that week.

Then, DISASTER! They raised the price of the movie from ten to eleven cents! I couldn't go to the movie even every other week any more! But my brother was a real gentleman. He told my mother, "I'm delivering papers, and I sometimes get to usher at the civic auditorium, so I don't need my allowance of ten cents. Give it to Dave, instead."

Paradise! I could go to the movie EVERY WEEK, and saving up the odd four cents, I could even buy a candy bar now and then!

Dave Oesterreich