School boys don't play marbles anymore at recess on the playground. It's a shame---the game taught immediate fair play in competition, etc. The best marble shooter in my day was my classmate, Ricky, who was also my cousin. Partly because of his sports ability and partly because of his early-James Dean looks and personality, he was Mr. Cool with the girls. I saw him at a funeral a few years ago for the first time after decades. Paunchy and haggard like me, he no longer was Mr. Cool. But Ricky still had all his marbles.
-Old Doc
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