|Betty visiting... Hawaii|
|Some of the books plus the one-and-only comic|
|Dollface (left) and Bunbrain take dancing lessons to meet the men of their dreams|
Now what, you might wonder, does this infatuation with Betty Betz' creations have to do with my love affair with fashion? Let's put it this way: early on I tried to dress like a comic book. I was so enamored by the characters she drew that I adopted, as best I could, the teenage styles she pictured. Those included: ballet slippers, bobby socks and loafers, tweed skirts with cinch belts, a peter pan collar peeking from under a pullover sweater augmented by a string of pearls, ribbon chokers, flowered full skirts, blouses with off-the-shoulder flounced necklines, rolled-up dungarees and men's shirts. I never could find Bunbrain's drawstring leather pouch purse. Talk about art imitating life? This was life imitating art!
By my own teenage years, the look du jour was more Francoise Hardy than Betty Betz. I bought French "Elle" as often as I could. At $5.00 a pop ($42 in today's money) that was not often.
Flash forward sixty years or so. After extensive trawling, I found a pristine copy of "Dollface and her Gang" on ebay. Evidently it had been resting, Sleeping Beauty-like, in a news agent's warehouse. There will be another fashion statement while reading this copy: I'll be wearing gloves.