But it was never simply a matter of popping a cassette into a stereo tape player. It took thought and initiative.
Someone like Slats Grobnik used to spend all week thinking about it. He didn't have many dates and he knew that regardless of what happened, the girl probably wouldn't go out with him a second time, so he planned his tactics with great care.
For a while, he tried music. But this was before rock and roll. No matter how many nickels Slats put in the jukebox and played the "Hotcha Polka," ''Bell-Bottom Trousers" and "Don't Fence Me In," the girl resisted.
He tried passionate love letters. But he didn't write well, so several of the girls turned the letters over to the authorities and Slats was questioned in a couple of unsolved sex crimes.
That is when he tried poetry. Late one night he stood in a gangway next to the home of a girl, reciting a poem. But he mumbled so softly that nobody heard him, and he was picked up on suspicion of being a Peeping Tom.
Another time he tried a love potion which he obtained from his Aunt Wanda Grobnik, who was also famous for her mystical readings and the things she could see in coffee grounds.
She gave Slats some black powder and told Slats that if he put it in a girl's food or drink, the girl would fling herself at him.
On his next date, Slats furtively sprinkled it on the girl's bowl of chili. She was sick for three days and the Greek who owned the diner was
closed down by the health department.
When nothing worked, it was inevitable that Slats would resort to the standard approach of his generation: he tried to get the girls drunk.
Somebody told Slats that it would work better if he took the girl someplace more romantic than a tavern. So on his next date, they went to the lounge at the bowling alley.
In the first hour, Slats excitedly ordered eight rounds of drinks. At exactly 9 o'clock, he toppled out of the booth and did not recover consciousness until the next morning.
Then somebody told him he should be sure to eat something heavy so the drinks would not affect him as quickly. Before the next date, he ate two plates of dumplings with gravy. He was fine until 10 o'clock, when he got sick and the bartender threw him out.
Then somebody advised him that he should signal to a bartender to make the girl's drinks too strong and his weak. On the next date, he winked at the bartender every time he ordered another round. The bartender finally punched him in the mouth.
Slats didn't quit trying, though, until a doctor told him that if he didn't stop being so romantic, he would get cirrhosis of the liver and the DTs.
He took the advice and never again tried to use liquor to change a woman's mind about anything. At least not until he was married and the woman was his wife, and that didn't work out because he hit her with the bottle.