Review of The Whoopee Party

. . . was having Dad drive the whole family to the Whoopee Bowl for an afternoon of shopping. This glorified junk store was not exactly on the Road to Perdition, but being on Dixie Highway it was pretty close. Dad would usually buy several odd bits of threaded, wiry or flattened metal for his basement workshop--or our garage--during each trip to this Whoopee Palace, but the rest of us generally were more interested in finding out what things were for than in actually acquiring any of them. THE WHOOPEE PARTY doesn't ring true. Though it's pretty easy to believe that everything for sale at the Whoopee Bowl had been there at least since 1932, and though many of the shoppers looked like at guests at Mickey's place, I do not remember any partying ever going on. Refreshments would have been nice, but we had to drive to the cider mill to get our donuts.