All dolled up in your poodle skirt, polo shirt and saddle shoes, your hair pomaded to within an inch of its life, Daddy's little princess is ready for the big sock hop at the high-school gymnasium. You don't want to be the one who shows up while the decorating committee is still putting up streamers, right? Well, perch your dainty derriere on a stool at the counter of this anachronistic, old-timey drugstore near the Orange Circle and order a malt or maybe a burger while you work up the courage to ask the basketball captain to dance during the Sadie Hawkins number. Oooooh, Johnny Mantle—he's the most! Honestly, Mother. Watson is where it's at; everyone knows that.