When I was in 9th grade, our home was burglarized while we were attending my grandfather's funeral. I'm not looking for sympathy, just setting the tone for today's post. Although, the jerks did steal my piggy bank. I'm guessing this pamphlet dates from the 1980's.
We actually had a "Charlie Bar" in our sliding door when we were robbed. The burglars used a screwdriver or something of the like to pop it out of place.
The burglars made away with quite a bit of money, jewelry and a large portion of my father's gun collection. The end result was my parents paid a couple thousand dollars to install a burglar alarm, so it was like being robbed twice.
So heed this pamphlet's advice. Lock those doors and windows, close your garage and keep your eyes peeled.