During a recent trip to Sin City I spied this curiosity – Travelling Suspender Cleaners. I’d never thought of this as a vocation. Probably less in demand now than in the fifties and sixties I postulated.
I sought comment from Ira Maine – herewith is his response:
The success of these societies depends, surely on which practitioner is wearing the suspender belt, how ‘vigorous’ the wearer has been, the location involved etc. etc. As can be seen from the attached photo, this vehicle is obviously attending the aftermath of a particularly enthusiastic outdoor encounter, perhaps an exclusive ‘Followers of the Belt’ club outing judging by the queue assembled at top left. It is of course only to be speculated upon but, judging by the lowering skies in the background, I would have thought this had been a particularly muddy, but gloriously fruitful encounter where, in one of those ‘once in a lifetime’ happenings, a dizzying level of heightened abandon had gripped the entire company. This would have resulted in the usual civilised restraints being cast aside in favour of the heart-pounding joys of Saturnalia.