According to my grandma, there was a girl in her neighborhood who could shoot a marble hard enough to dent your forehead.

Norman Rockwell was good at depicting social subversions when he wanted to.

My grandpa said he would jazz up his marbles by making a little oven out of a tin can. You would heat them up then plunge them into a bucket of water, and if you did it right they would crack up but not fall apart.

The text on the bottom is obviously not original.

The original looks like this.

classy