My friend Sally's daughter, Kipper, was quite the protest marcher. Although she was social director of her sorority, she got a hankering to join the picket line when she realized not only could she protest war but could meet handsome young 'comrades' as they raced down the streets eluding police clubs with vinegar soaked washcloths over their faces. All Kipper protests these days is that her husband Solly doesn't take her out to dinner often enough. This touching social comment painting measures 11" x 14" and is painted with paint (acrylic!) on canvas board.