I was at the library doing some mascot research and saw an elephant ((M. Advertiser, Oct. 30, 1959) and thought I was in the right place. And I was. Because anywhere there’s a picture of an elephant high stepping over Jayne Mansfield (trying not to bust, as it were) is the right place.
But seriously, what the hell were they thinking? She’s two feet away from instant elephant death, which would suck so bad.