The Cowsills In Books

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…. The manager wore a spiffy uniform like ours and called out our names: Carolyn, Jeff, Mary, Bobby, Peter. ‘Like Mouseketeers,’ said Dave, as we peered over the heads of our fellow guides.
‘A Mormon glee club,’ I said.
‘The Osmonds,’ Dave said.
‘The Cowsills.’
‘Norman Luboff.’
‘Norman Luboff?’ I looked at him and laughed out loud.