If you were a high school student and thinking about college in 1969, then you're about 60 years old.
Yup, that's me - 60 this year. Do I feel angry and bitter about it? You bet I do
That magazine article, short though it may have been, had a huge effect on my parents, along with other articles at the time advising parents that as long as their teenage kids had two legs to walk about on we had absolutely no excuse whatsoever not to pioneer with any old part time job to help pay for our keep.
Thus, at an age when we had the world at our feet and when we should have been making full use of our individual skills and talents in order to follow our career dreams, the boys usually became window washers and the girls did menial cleaning jobs while we trudged round the streets knocking doors and peddling WT literature.
By the time those of us who were concious enough to think for ourselves realised we had been lied to, it was far too late for many of us to do anything about it since by that time we were married with homes and children to care for.
By the way, that fateful magazine article is part of a bound volume still sitting on my mother's shelf to this day.