The '50s, what an innocent time

So Ashton and I found those old Dick and Jane books at the library recently. You know the ones, Run, Spot, run. See Spot run. Anyways we were reading one today and I felt like a huge pervert I could not help myself from giggling and here's why, verbatim from the book:

Find Dick

...."I can not find Dick.

Help me, Sally.

Help me find Dick."

Jane said, "Oh Father.

I can not find Dick.

And we can not play.

Help me, Father.

Help me find Dick."

Father said, "Look Jane.

Look, look, look.

You can find Dick."

Sally said, "Oh, oh.

I see Dick now.

Father and I see Dick.

We see funny Dick.

Look, Jane, look.

You can find Dick now."

I still feel like a pervert, because I'm still giggling.