I could hardly wait for the market next to my school to get the box of wax stuff for Halloween. I would buy a black mustache and an orange wax whistle. While walking home, about a 1/2 mile, I pretended to be disguised, but by the time I got home the mustache would be over half chewed as I loved the licorice flavor.
When I walked thru the front door my mom would say "I see Otto's got in the wax stuff". I would smile and ask for a dime to buy more the next day. Still such a sweet memory today. ~ Rebecca from Illinois