The Northwest Times

PROFANITY HILL
On Hallowe'en, you were not one of the boys if, to name a few rough pranks, you-
didn't break window panes.
didn't flatten automobile tires.
didn't upset garbage cans.
didn't frighten little girls.
didn't roam the streets to pick fights for no reason at all.
Who can forget the time some fellows rolled a tire from Beacon Hill to the bridge on Dearborn St.?
Or coming closer to our neighborhood, the time a few rascals sent a filled garbage can crashing down the stairs into the old Hamada store on Main St. close to where Main Drug is located today?
Those were exciting days for the boys, we grant you, as society, although it frowned on such mischievous antics, let matters go grudgingly as "boys will be boys".
Boys are no longer boys in that sense, thank goodness.
Civic and educational leaders, aided by the police department, have stepped into the Hallowe'en business, and have summoned their best brains to put a halt to all this nonsense on the evening preceding Allhallows, or All Saints Day.
And perhaps it is just as well for wrecking people's property is not to be recommended for youngsters who, in years to come, hope to be leaders of our community.