One day when I was a kid, the Good Humor man came by, jingling his bells. Ice cream trucks did not play a tune in those days. They just jingled, but a kid could hear him coming from blocks away. It is a natural kid talent.
I stopped him an bought a Milk Nickel. Five cents bought an ice cream on a stick. (Wages were about a dollar a day for adults, and kid's allowances were small.. Good Humor also had a ten cent ice cream and was it SMOOTH, but we got very few of those.)
I enjoyed my Milk Nickel. And LO and behold, it had a FREE stick inside. A FREE stick could be turned in for another ice cream. But by now the ice cream wagon was blocks away.
No matter, I knew where he parked his truck by the side of Wilshire Blvd to catch the evening traffic. So I hiked to Wilshire, found the ice cream man, and turned in my FREE stick for another Milk Nickel.
Believe it or not, that one had a FREE stick in it too. Gleefully I turned in the FREE stick and got my third ice cream bar. Now, a miracle happened. The Good Humor man offered me a free Milk Nickel if i would pick up the littered sticks and wrappers that had collected around the truck.
So I picked up wrappers and was awarded my fourth ice cream in a row. I ate it, and then went home to supper.
I don't imagine I ate much supper, but I was sure in a good humor.