I was seven in 1960. My Catholic parish held a Father-Son Night, and for some reason the fathers in charge decided that boxing matches between the sons should be a part of it. I guess this appalled just about everyone, because that was the first and last Father-Son Night. They did Mother-Daughter Nights thereafter, and they were still doing them when I left the parish in 1966.

The same fathers ran the Boy Scout troop, and I was old enough by then to appreciate that those in charge saw the meetings as an opportunity to go for drinks before and after, and sometimes during. I would advise all present-day youth not to become members of a Boy Scout troop run by unhappy drunks.

That's the last time the kid on the left is gonna tell the other kid "Your mother wears army boots!"

Boxing. I tried it once when I was about the age of these kids, around 35 years after this photo was taken. I was completely confused by the point of purposely attempting to hurt someone else, and I understand it even less so today.