Teen Delinquents Foiled by Midnight Curfew

…and you won’t mind telling us everything, unless you have something to hide. Straight from the 1950s, when high school kids learned how to go along to get along.

We been robbed

November 1897

The judge said Pops was drunk and don’t get but $300 from the railroad.  Moms cried ’cause that ain’t much.  Shur sounds like a pile o’gold to me, but Moms tol’ me to hush up.