In that same two-room schoolhouse playground where I spoke so recently of the famous day of Crack the Whip, we played endless games. And we sang songs and ditties - sometimes to the swing of a thick rope as we jumped through it. But just this morning our version of My Country Tis of Thee came to mind:
"My country 'tis of thee
I'm going to Germany
To see the king.
The king is Donald Duck
He drives a garbage truck
His wife is Daisy Duck
She owns the truck." (!!)
Could it be, could it be, that the seeds of feminism were being sown on that humble muddy ground in the late 1940's?
Oh, I do hope so!
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