by Lennie Lower, an Australian humourist during the 1930s and 1940s
I have observed the evil influence of films on the child mind.
Practically every kid in our street has a wooden tommy-gun for purposes of robbery and massacre.
One poor child died horribly 12 times in the one day — three times as a bank-teller, four times as a gangster, twice when, leaping from the top of a dirt-box, his parachute failed to open; stabbed in the back twice, and drowned when the raft on which he was drifting sank with all hands in the middle of the street. Read the rest of this entry