(04/10/65)....parent here. Hunting for something. Maybe fell into these crates of rags....I show H. a sweater I had found and asked if they wore such to school. It was white with a red trim. H says, "No, wear you Sunday clothes; I hope none are dated." "One is long but I will wear it no matter what you say. It doesn't blow up as a shorter one does on windy days."