Oh yeah Frank. Two table legs, drill out the narrow end(and by drill, I mean use our parents’ good steak knife to whittle away at the wood..), and use a screw or nail to hold in the 4″ of dog chain we’d use to make the nunchucks. Bruce Lee heaven, until you missed a spin and hit your chin or elbow. I loved the dirt bomb fight. Clumps of clod that when they hit the ground gave off the perfect “poof” of cloud to simulate a grenade hit.
grew up in jersey city, NJ during the 70’s…..one weapon i learned to use was the “dirt bomb”……balled up a wad of dirt in to a tight ball and throw it….those dirt bomb fights were fun until my friend shelton hit me in the chest one day and yelled out “WIN-CHEST-ER”!!!i was wearing a brown windbreaker as i recall and it stung by boney little chest and i though it’d cave in………………wonder if i can find shelton (back turned, preferably)
Growing up in Queens Village in the 50’s/60’s (JHS 109, Van Buren), we used to fashion girls’ metal bobby pins into ‘bee stingers’, with a backward twist in the spring-quality steel, and set ‘just right’ (so it wouldn’t go off in your pocket), it delivered quite a painful jab when pressed on a victim’s shirt of pants. The problem, of course, was that it was an extremely close range device.
these “shooters” were called carpet shoooters, and the preferred projectile were pieces of linoleum or remains taken from the cans that held furnace refuse. We would fashion a crossbow from wood and secure rubber bands at the top and a spring clothespin at the base. Does anyone remember the seasonal items, Tops, I think in the fall and a game called crack top where a contestant would have to throw his top in a circle and if missed, have to place his top in the circle and risk others hitting and breaking it. There was often a kid who couldn’t throw a nickel top and have to use one of those $1 duncan plastic tops with predictable ending.Then pea shooters and in the spring yo-yo’s. Representatives would come to school yards to show their craft.Very often they were Phillipinos.
I remember these huge acorn trees that circled my old elementry school, (p.s. 105, Bronx), my sister and I would collect all the acorns on the floor, we had bags and bags full. Than we would go to war with the boys who lived on our block. That’ll teach them not to put hair removal cream on the eggs that they would throw at us on Halloween. Anybody ever play asses up? Well, if you dropped the ball, you better run to the wall because if someone threw it faster than you could run you get a letter, and if you got all 3 letters, everyone got a chance to throw the ball at your ass. OOUUCCHH!!!!
We got nasty when we made a slingshot just from a heavy rubber band and cut pieces of wire and bent them into a U shape and shot them at different things. Sometimes they would stick like a staple. I quit this when I hit a kid in the forehead and it stuck. It scared me when I figured out I could have taken his eye out. That wouldn’t even pass by saying kids will be kids…Jim
How about potatoe guns. This was a metal gun in which you stuck the end of the gun into a hard potatoe which loaded a little potatoe plug into the gun (About the size of a tic tac). Pull the trigger and pow. That thing really hurt when you got hit. I believe they finally outlawed that gun. Too dangerous for little kids.