When I was a little girl, Auntie Chick was the only one I knew who used mascara. She would show me the little red box of Maybelline black cake mascara purchased downtown at Woolworths. Auntie Chick would wet the tiny flat brush, rub it in the mascara and then apply it to her lashes. Of course, in those days, mascara was not waterproof so if she cried, sweated too much or got caught in the rain, it would run down her cheeks in two inky black rivulets. Not very chic, I know, but those were the times.