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Show AN OPEN LETTER TO A TEENAGER "Always we hear the plaintive cry of the teenagers: What can we do . . .? Where can we go . . .? The answer is ... Go Home! Hang the storm windows, paint the woodwork. Rake the leaves. Mow the lawn. Shovel the walk. Wash the car. Learn to cook. Scrub some floors. Repair the sink. Build a boat. Gera job. Help the church. Visit the sick. Assist the poor. Study your lessons. And then when you are through ... and not too tired . . . read a book. Your parents do not owe you entertainment. Your town does not owe you recreation facilities. The world does NOT owe you a living. Your owe the world something. You owe it your time and energy and your talents so that no one will be at war or in poverty, or sick, or lonely again. In plain simple words: GROW UP; quit being a crybaby; cry-baby; get out of your dream world: develop a backbone, not a wishbone,- and start acting .like a man or a lady. I'm a parent. I'm tired of nursing, protecting, helping, appealing, begging, excusing, tolerating, denying myself needed comforts for your .every whim and fancy, just because your selfish ego, instead of your common sense, dominates .your personality, thinking and requests." . . . from the Juvenile Court, Denver, Colo. Submitted by the Panguitch City Council |