Sometimes they simply called him Beav or The Beav. Who would name their kid Theodore in the first place? His brother should have been Simon or Alvin instead of Wally. Don't forget Wally's buddy, Lumpy Rutherford. His name was really Clarence. Then there was Beaver's buddy Whitey Whitney. They could have called him Honky or Pe*****od or some other derogatory name just as easily.
Holy Cow, post: 353694, member: 50 wrote: Hippies. I remember hippies. The real thing, not those cheap wannabe's they show on TV these days. Make love, not war. Groovy, baby. Bellbottoms.
I remember beatnicks!
Maynard G. Krebs introduced me to beatnikdom.
Holy Cow, post: 354110, member: 50 wrote: Maynard G. Krebs
Ah yes, the years before Gilligan. "That despicable, no-count, low-life ..." "You rang?"
Holy Cow, post: 354110, member: 50 wrote: Maynard G. Krebs introduced me to beatnikdom.
Here he is with Dobie Gillis hitting a "bong" somewhere. :whistle:
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Ruel del Castillo, post: 354033, member: 137 wrote: Oh yeah, one other thing. An old Mexican 20 centavo coin was almost a match in size and weight for a quarter, so drop it into a cigarette machine and get a pack of smokes for next to nothing. Not that I ever did that....
Worked well in coin operated washing machines too... but I didn't do that...
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Remember taking a yardstick to the laundromat to try to find dropped coins beneath the machines in order to help pay for my own laundry.
They taught us how to cast aluminum and bronze parts in metal shop in High School and it wasn't long before we were cranking out quarters in sizable numbers. Wasn't long before the vending companies tracked down our little operation. Our metal shop teacher was cool about it, though and didn't turn us in to the principal for it. No, I guess that he felt like he needed the practice with his paddle more than the principal did and he sure did seem to enjoy perfecting his swing on us for it.....
Jeff Opperman, post: 354432, member: 306 wrote: They taught us how to cast aluminum and bronze parts in metal shop in High School and it wasn't long before we were cranking out quarters in sizable numbers. Wasn't long before the vending companies tracked down our little operation. Our metal shop teacher was cool about it, though and didn't turn us in to the principal for it. No, I guess that he felt like he needed the practice with his paddle more than the principal did and he sure did seem to enjoy perfecting his swing on us for it.....
I worked in a machine shop for a while in my youth. I ran a punch press with several different dies that could be attached. I found one that was a circular die with a diameter that was within 0.0030" of a dime....
I dug around and found some sheet aluminum that was pretty close to the dime's thickness and embarked on a career as a felon. They worked perfect in vending machines. An extra buck or two a day can really enhance a man's upward mobility. Smokes were 30 cents in machines. I was "laundering" my money by selling packs of cigarettes for a quarter to my buddies.
My boss called me in his office when he found the scraps of my dime making enterprise. He told me to quit and none of them better wind up in the pop machine in the break room...(I wasn't that stupid). But I did need to keep my job...
...that ended my coin counterfeit career.
paden cash, post: 354433, member: 20 wrote: ...that ended my coin counterfeit career.
I forgot to mention that the paddle very quickly ended my career as a coin counterfeiter also.
Jeff Opperman, post: 354477, member: 306 wrote: I forgot to mention that the paddle very quickly ended my career as a coin counterfeiter also.
Speaking of paddles, in high school there was one route to the PE classes and locker room. It went right past the coaches office stairway. about 30 feet away there was a painted white line. Just before the bell sounded that you were late for class, one of the coaches would step out on to the landing and look over towards the white line. If you were not past it, he would call you into his office. He would then tell you to assume the position and pull out a size 17 tennis shoe, which was then applied to your backside. Once was enough for me...I was never late again.
