Grampa paid us kids a nickel for dropping
paper collars onto milk bottles after they came
through the bottler: these collars were intermittent
advertising to customers, something like a special
on cottage cheese. My sister Patsy was indignant
for putting in a morning's work for only 5 cents
She stormed over to the office where Dad pulled
handfuls of quarters from his desk – he was
used to upping payment to youngsters, for
Grampa was living by the standards of what
money was worth when he was growing up.
I myself was paid 10 cents an hour detasseling
in the '30s and '40s and felt not misused.