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Here we can see on the left grip that dirty
cowboy getting ready to feel the tips of my arrows. When my dad came back from the New York Toy Fair in 1950, the year that the Nichols Stallion 45 was declared the "Toy of the Year," he brought me a set of bow and arrows. I'll never forget how much fun I had. We kids went screaming bloody murder and yet, when we grew up, we became solid citizens. Is there a message there? Photos by Dick DeArmond, Thanks! |
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