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Whoppers were first sold unwrapped, two for one cent. After the creation of cellophane wrapping machines, smaller Whoppers were packaged in cellophane and sold five for one cent. These were called "Fivesomes."
Soon after, Leaf introduced the first confectionery milk carton package. In the early 70s, different flavors were tried and sometime between 1949 and 1952 an egg-shaped Whopper was introduced for Easter.
"Whoppers" always remind me of Halloween! After emptying our pillowcase for the first time, we would venture out for one more round of trick-or-treating on the next block (it was a BIG thing when we were finally old enough to venture onto the block behind our house)!
When we were done for the night, it was our tradition to dump everything onto the dining room table and divide up the "like" candies into piles! My sister and I loved Whoppers, but my dad loved them more! I would keep out a pack or two for myself and then happily offer up the rest to my father; he always made a big production each year (to our benefit, I'm sure) to get the lions share of the Whoppers. It is a childhood memory that I will treasure forever! ~ Mary Beth from Michigan
As a little girl I absolutely loved whoppers. Well one year when I was about 5 years old, it was the night before Christmas. I asked my dad what to give Santa Claus because we didn't have any cookies. My dad smiled at me and said well, why don’t you leave him some of your whoppers and a glass of milk? So, that's what I did, come Christmas morning all but one whopper was left and it had a bite missing. ~ Jessica from Louisiana
When I was 5, my 4 year-old sister, Jill, and I were playing in my mother's petunia garden when it occurred to me that I should throw a rock at my unsuspecting sibling. Being the rotten little redhead that I was, I did just that and managed catch her just on the upper lip with a piece of chipped flagstone.
When Mom, sis and I got back from the Emergency Room; a sobbing Jill had a two stitches in her lip and I, as punishment, was denied my afternoon fix of Whoppers, my all-time favorite candy. For three days I stared at the carton of malty, chocolate goodness that was placed out of reach on top of the fridge.
On day four, Mom relented and there's been no looking back. I'm 48 now and still enjoy a handful of Whoppers daily...and Jill still has a faint scar on her lip to remind her of her Whopper loving, redheaded brat of a brother. ~Jeff from Maine
Vintage Candy Boxes