Any Pistle to My Grandchildren

Dear Grandchildren: I was musing the other day, as old (I can remember when we used to spend an evening looking at stereopic views through a stereoscope made of solid walnut, with extra large lens, which sold for 60 cents at Sears) men often do about the long-ago-past. Way back when I was a teenager in that memorable year labeled 1924. I was, I like to believe, a normal young man who was very interested in sand-lot baseball, horseshoe-pitching, swimming and other activities that were open to...