BROKEN WINDOWS
WE WERE YOUNG ONCE. My present study looks out on a nice sunny quiet street, said a bachelor speaking in a 8.8. C. address, the playground of all the children of the district; so out of school hours and all day long in holiday time I have the sound of children’s voices at their play. And really, for one who cannot live in the country, it is the best substitute for the song of birds. Of course, I get a window broken at times. Then the culprit comes, supported by his friends, and tells me about it. He is moved to this virtuous conduct, I fear, by the conviction that if he does not tell me, someone else will. Then I say that as all were playing, one is no more to blame than the rest. This is the cue for some other boy to say that they will all put pennies together on Saturday to pay for the damage. I applaud the suggestion, but say that I could not let a boy pay for what was a pure accident. And that is that.
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Wairarapa Times-Age, 2 September 1938, Page 2
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186BROKEN WINDOWS Wairarapa Times-Age, 2 September 1938, Page 2
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