Good Morning Gentle Readers,
My son Jake has taken an interest in making things with his hands. He was stymied for a bit by the semester-long, mandated health class that is inflicted on all incoming freshman. However, once he proved he could wash his hands unassisted and understood the difference between the various anatomies, he was free to move on and he chose wood shop as his second semester elective class (replacing health).
This fully functional gumball machine was Jacob's first effort in wood shop. Simply rotate the schnoz to the right and a gumball drops out of the mouth into your waiting hand. Slick.
This seems a bit more complex than the ashtrays the wood shop kids were making in the days of my vagrant yoot. Seemed like every boy's first project was an ashtray.
In modern Amerikka, I reckon making an ashtray would earn you a three-day suspension. Perhaps even a stint at Continuation School, a term invented to disguise the real nature of Continuation School, which was to warehouse troublemakers, who were formerly known as Juvenile Delinquents.
As Always,
TWC
