Now, no more shenanigans, no more tomfoolery, no more ballyhoo.
Wasn’t even a good donnybrook.
When I was a yute, it wasn't even close to a fight unless there were brass knuckles or bats or red bricks involved.
My younger {11 year old} brother get hit in his forehead with a pointed flat rock {the kind we used to skip on water} it stuck there and he was covered in blood.
We walked him to the hospital {about 6-7 blocks away} where the doc, pulled it out and bandaged him and sent him home {on foot}.
NO lawyers got involved and no one went to jail and life went on.
The 50s were different times, not like the old West...but closer to then than to now.