I remember this..boy, DO I remember the day when my Grandma finally got tired of telling me to pick up things. So, dear Grandma, sweeping up the funny papers in front of the fire place without her glasses, swept up and tossed into the fire a tightly packed bundle of colored Sunday papers, plus my beloved shirt that had cartoon pages printed on it, in color. That was MY shirt, bought with my own money. I loved to carry it around and read the comics over and over.
That's been nearly 70 years ago, but I remember it well. I had weeded a friend of Grandma's garden to make money to buy that darn shirt, I had seen it in the store and dreamed of it for a long time.