I imagine that there are more than a few dads out there who can identify with this fellow from 1956. Who, indeed, would want their headroom compromised by damp crinolines, nylons, and house-dresses? Although it might be that pop's bath-time troubles are not solely caused by the drip-drying wardrobe; he seems to be scrunched into a tub that's no more than 48 inches long. Let's give this father lots of credit for not airing out such dirty laundry—allegorical and otherwise—in public.
Non-complaining patres familias
everywhere: KBCULTURE sends you best wishes for a rewarding, relaxing weekend in the comfort of the man-cave of your choice.