I don't know what America is coming to when thousands of people, many of them adults, are willing to be regimented into brushing paint on a jig-saw miscellany of dictated shapes and all by rote. Can't you rescue some of these souls -- or should I say 'morons'?
Paint by Number: Accounting for Taste in the 1950s opens today at the National Museum of American History in Washington D.C.