In the 1960s, nothing brightened my day like an ice-cold drink from a Fred Flintstone glass.

You could also get a picture of wife Wilma or pal Barney Rubble on these tumblers originally purchased with jelly in them.

A decade or so later the gasoline companies began offering drinking glasses with fill-ups. But their offerings were boring images except for Exxon.

In fact, if you arranged three or four of those Exxon glasses carefully you had a complete tiger that goes in your tank looking at you from the shelf. Neat!

But jelly glasses ruled. In the same supermarket department you could find Wonder Woman, Batman, Porky Pig or Betty Boop.

Today, about all you get on the side of a jelly glass is a label listing the sugar content, hardly an incentive for recycling it into your pantry. And y

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