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Who knows when “the good old days” were? Maybe we’re living in them. Maybe in years to come we’ll look back to this very time and think of it as “the good old days.”
The “good old days” are difficult to define. But perhaps when we speak of them most of us have in mind some period of the past, when, as we remember it, or as we have read of it, life seemed to be more pleasant, more predictable, or safer and sounder, or more glamorous and exciting than it now is*
But memory sometimes plays tricks on us. Memory sometimes puts a halo upon the past and forgets the privileges and pleasures and opportunities of the present.
In “the good old days” that many of us remember, we didn’t have penicillin. Pneumonia went its own way. We didn’t have antitetanus shots or diphtheria serums, or anti-toxins for typhoid. And they all took their toll.
We didn't have inspected foods and milk sealed under sanitary supervision.
We didn’t have billions for every difficulty at every crosroads. We weren’t on a spending spree. We did not pay people for what they didn’t do. We didn’t have as many laws. W« didn’t have as many taxes. We didn’t have central heating, or air conditioning, or Social Security, or luxury liners, or streamliners, or Community Chests, or PTA, or TV A or atomic trouble. Some of us can look back to the time when we didn’t have most of
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