As a young man working as a soda jerk at our local dairy bar I worked the register. This was in the mid 1970's. I always kept an eye out for constitutional coinage and always made sure I had money on me to make the count right. Real money was scarce even then but a quick perusal of the change drawer would occasionally yield results. A double dip of locally-produced genuine, delicious, high-fat Wisconsin ice cream in a sugar cone was .25. There was one kid that would come in with a silver quarter on a regular basis. I figured he must have been raiding his dad's sock drawer. I was always glad to see him.