I miss the roaring twenties

Oh bah to all you young whippersnappers and your dummy boxes. When I was but a lad we would all gather round the radio to listen to Roosevelt and back then a dime would buy you a house and a dollar would buy you a railroad but gosh darn you worked hard for every penny and you respected your elders because they knew best and when they told you that that Hitler was trouble gosh darn you listened! We would gather around with the other kids and have us a grand old time with Rich Uncle Pennybags and trying to avoid the very bad and evil Officer Edgar Mallory so as to not become like Jake the Jailbird.