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Saturday, September 29, 2007

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Beautiful pictures.
Every day life can indeed become a treasure some time.

I was a pin boy in Doylestown Pa at the moose lodge and maennerchor society clubs in 1973, 1974. The conditions were about the same as in the photos. We got $5.00 a night and all the Coca-Cola we could drink

Robert, $5/night +tips?
Hand-set pins have become a boast in Chicago.

Bowlers tip pinsetters by throwing a gutterball with rolled up bills shoved into a finger hole.

Unsure if I could get accustomed to pin boys unless they had a speed gun to tell me the ball speed, put arrows on the lane for guidance and kept my score.


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