How Times Have Changed

[robertbank]

How Times Have Changed Back to top (http://www.club1911.com/viewtopic.php?p=3625#top)http://www.club1911.com/images/spacer.gifhttp://www.club1911.com/Images/spacer.gifScenario: Jack pulls into school parking lot with rifle in gun rack.

1956 - Vice Principal comes over, takes a look at Jack's rifle, goes to his car and gets his to show Jack.

2006 - School goes into lockdown, FBI called, Jack hauled off to jail and never sees his truck or gun again. Counselors called in for traumatized students and teachers.


Scenario: Johnny and Mark get into a fist fight after school.

1956 - Crowd gathers. Mark wins. Johnny and Mark shake hands and end up best friends. Nobody goes to jail, nobody arrested, nobody expelled.

2006 - Police called, SWAT team arrives, arrests Johnny and Mark. Charge them with assault, both expelled even though Johnny started it.


Scenario: Jeffrey won't be still in class, disrupts other students.

1956 - Jeffrey sent to office and given a good paddling by Principal. Sits still in class.

2006 - Jeffrey given huge doses of Ritalin. Becomes a zombie. School gets extra money from state because Jeffrey has a disability.


Scenario: Billy breaks a window in his father's car and his Dad gives him a whipping.

1956 - Billy is more careful next time, grows up normal, goes to college, and becomes a successful businessman.

2006 - Billy's Dad is arrested for child abuse. Billy removed to foster care and joins a gang. Billy's sister is told by state psychologist that she remembers being abused herself and their Dad goes to prison. Billy's mom has affair with psychologist.


Scenario: Mark gets a headache and takes some headache medicine to school.

1956 - Mark shares headache medicine with Principal out on the smoking dock.

2006 - Police called, Mark expelled from school for drug violations. Car searched for drugs and weapons.


Scenario: Mary turns up pregnant.

1956 - 5 High School Boys leave town. Mary does her senior year at a special school for expectant mothers.

2006 - Middle School Counselor calls Planned Parenthood, who notifies the ACLU. Mary is driven to the next state over and gets an abortion without her parent's consent or knowledge. Mary given ******s and told to be more careful next time.


Scenario: Pedro fails high school English.

1956 - Pedro goes to summer school, passes English, goes to college.

2006 - Pedro's cause is taken up by state party. Newspaper articles appear nationally explaining that teaching English as a requirement for graduation is racist. ACLU files class action lawsuit against state school system and Pedro's English teacher. English banned from core curriculum. Pedro given diploma anyway but ends up mowing lawns for a living because he can't speak English.


Scenario: Johnny takes apart leftover firecrackers from the 4th of July, puts them in a model airplane paint bottle, blows up a red ant bed.

1956 - Ants die.

2006 - BATF, Homeland Security, FBI called. Johnny charged with domestic terrorism, FBI investigates parents, siblings removed from home, computers confiscated, Johnny's Dad goes on a terror watch list and is never allowed to fly again.


Scenario: Johnny falls while running during recess and scrapes his knee. He is found crying by his teacher, Mary. Mary, hugs him to comfort him.

1956 - In a short time Johnny feels better and goes on playing.

2006 - Mary is accused of being a sexual predator and loses her job. She faces 3 years in State Prison.

Take Care

Bob

[Beau Cassidy]

I can remember whipping out my pocket knife in the middle pf 3rd grade class to dig a splinter out of my finger. Nobody thought anything of it. That was 30 years ago. Now you can'teven take one on camous but you can pierce the hell out of your nose and eyebrows and nobody thinks anything of it. Ha! Imagine doing that 30 years ago!

[RayinNH]

Bob, sad to say but that is spot on for todays society...Ray

[NVcurmudgeon]

Bob, enjoyed your list, how true. Here's a little story of what I was able to do twenty years ago. A high school student I knew said that one of his teachers was very interested in reloading and would I be willing to demonstrate reloading for the class in their class time + lunch hour. I took a press, scale, measure, C-clamps, etc. and a .30/06 rifle to school and did exactly that. I actually loaded five cartridges, passing the cases through the class for their inspection so they could see each stage. The blackboard served very well for drawings about sizing, headspace, seating depth, etc. I did not even have to check in at the office. I have taught hunter safety and young people's bible classes, but this occasion was unique for perfect attention and conduct. Other than the odd intelligent question, those kids hung on my every word and demonstration. This was in a city of some 75,000 in Northern California. I imagine the teacher and I would be both imprisoned for even suggesting such a demonstration today, and the students would have to endure months of therapy, if I actually put it on!

[Shepherd2]

I was in the 3rd or 4th grade in a Catholic school. One day the teacher (a nun, of course) said she needed to borrow someone's knife for something she was doing. Not one of the boy in the class had a pocket knife. She then gave us a lecture on what a useful tool pocket knives are and why we should have one with us at all times. If she had asked to borrow a knife the next day I think we all could have provided one. That would have been about 1950 and I don't think a day has gone by since that I didn't have a knife in my pocket.

[waksupi]

When I was in high school, myself, and many other boys, would run trap lines, and hunt before school. It was not unusual for us to keep our shotguns and rifles in our school lockers, with padlocks on them. I recall one time, the principle came to one of my classes, and called me outside. I figured I had been caught for one of my many transgressions. Instead, he asked me if I had a shotgun there. I told him yes. He asked if he could borrow it, as he and the superintendant wanted to go pheasant hunting during lunch. Bet that doesn't happen much nowadays.
And, all of us carried pocket knives, with no problems.
A year or so out of high school, one guy at a bar pulled a knife on a friend. Friend laughed at him, took the knife away, and proceeded to beat the guy into a quivering mass. Don't screw with old farm boys. Folks on the south side of Chicage learned that the hard way, too. When a bunch of farm boys in bib overalls show up, leave them alone. They are just there for a beer, and the music. But, are able to "explain", should someone have a question about thier motives.

[robertbank]

I bought my first .22LR with pop can money when I was 12. I went down to Simpson Sears with a note from my mom. I paid $22.00 for my Shur Shot made by Cooey. Road my prize home on my bike. Gun across the "spread" handle bars.

At 13 I walked down to the ege of the houses in Edmonton and shot a rabbit. Walked home with it with my rifle over my shoulder.

Today, are you kidding. My oldest had to write an exam and get his PAL up here just so I can give that old rifle to him. Although when he was nine he shot his first rabbit with it out at his grand dad's farm. Not sure who was prouder, him, me or his grand dad. Have an idea it was his grand dad.

Take Care

Bob

[Four Fingers of Death]

When I was a youngster, my mate and I came up with the brilliant idea of reaching over the fence at the shop down the road, pinching some empty pop bottles, and going into the shop and cashing them in for a free bottle of pop (soft drink in Australia). We got away with this once and got caught the second time. The old German Jewish guy who owned the shop came out the back and said 'please boys, don't take the drinks, if you slip, you will cut yourself badly on the tin' (the fences were made out of old roofing iron, pre galvanising and was badly rusted). He made us come into the shop and introduced us to his wife and daughters. When they went back to their duties, he explained to us that if we stole from him, he was not able to provide properly for his family. he went on to explain to us that people worked for their money and if they didn't, the money was a curse and they would not use it wisely and it would bring them nothing but misery. He then put us to work for a while, me sweeping and my mate, polishing the glass on the shelves behind the counter.

After inspecting our work, he gave us a bottle of lemonade and a few lollies each and three pennies (enough for a small ice cream later, the type you guys called a mellow roll I think).

We spent the threepence at his shop (along with lots more), never ripped him off and actually punched out a kid who was giving his girls a hard time, we didn't know about Jewish people or anti semitism, but anybody who hassled that family had a problem with some freckled faced Irish micks, that's for sure.

One of the best lessons I have ever learnt.

Nowadays, the Police would have been called and it would have been bigger than Ben Hur, that's for sure.

Mick.

[Scrounger]

Great story, Mick. Soft drinks were also called 'pop' or 'soda pop' where I grew up, Southern Indiana.

[felix]

Sodie or sodie-pop or just plain coke for everything. ... felix

[C1PNR]

I was on the JROTC Rifle Team in High School. We fired military .22 target rifles in the basement of Boise High School.:-D

At the end of the school year, we had Squad Level tactical "Fire and Maneuver" drills on the adjacent football field, complete with sagebrush off the desert and blanks in our 1903A3 rifles (the instructors also used blanks shooting at us!).

At the end of my Senior year (1961), we went to the National Guard firing range near the airport and fired live ammo out of several weapons, including the BAR (this made me a LIFETIME fan of the BAR!!). I'll never forget my coach telling me it had TWO rates of fire - Fast and DAMN Fast!

Now they use pellet guns.:confused:

[boogerred]

about 1970 or 71 me and 3 buds skipped school and went to the city dump to shoot rats with 22s. we had 3 guns,one guy had a brand new marlin. we were blasting away when an old pickup drives in. the janitor ANd the principal get out and start throwing boxes of paper in the pit.we are all trying to be invisible when the principle looks our way. "hey,boys! what are yall doing here? " uhhh,nothing "is that that new Marlin? im looking for a new one. can i try it? "yeah,go ahead. the principle and the janitor shot all but 4 or 5 of our ammo stock,told us not to get in anymore trouble than we were already in and drove off.

[NVcurmudgeon]

Great story, Mick. Soft drinks were also called 'pop' or 'soda pop' where I grew up, Southern Indiana.

Scrounger, where in southern Indiana? My mother was born in Linton, Greene County. I spent maybe a year there, altogether, while growing up. That was a real Southern cultural area, might as well have been Alabama! Great place, seemed like real America to this unfortunate born and raised prunepicker.

[Four Fingers of Death]

We used to get SMLEs converted to single shot rifles out of the armoury at lunch time and shoot at targets on the portable bullet catcher which we use to wheel onto the handball court. The rest of the school would be wandering around, If anybody had wandered near the 'range' and got in the road thay would have got the cane, that's for sure.

[Bad Ass Wallace]

Even on the work scene times have changed. Used to get a lunch hour but now management has selected staggered lunchbreaks as follows

30mins - skinny people (because they need to eat more)
15mins - normal people ( all that is needed)
5mins - fat people (because that's the time needed to dring a :slim-fast energy drink!)

[Scrounger]

Scrounger, where in southern Indiana? My mother was born in Linton, Greene County. I spent maybe a year there, altogether, while growing up. That was a real Southern cultural area, might as well have been Alabama! Great place, seemed like real America to this unfortunate born and raised prunepicker.

Around Booneville, near Evansville on the Ohio River.

[dltaskey]

Darn, a few of us southern Idiana Hoosiers here. I grew up in Seymour!