Many years ago a Texas oil man rented a room in one of the finest hotels in New Orleans.  He asked that the tallest, skinniest, red-headed, freckled-faced woman who could be found be sent up to his room.  When she showed up, he told her to strip to her underwear.  When she obliged, he opened the door to the adjoining room and called his little red-haired daughter in.  “Now looky here, Becky.  This is ‘zactly what yore gonna look like iffen you don’t drink yore milk!”