About the first time any parent in Princess Anne, Md. heard about it was when one little boy returned home after an especially hard day in the seventh grade. "Mom," he announced, "I kissed eleven girls today." At first, the boy's mother paid little heed, but as her son began describing his exploits, she sat up and took notice. He had kissed eleven girls, said he, because his science class had been given over to a game of post office.
Within a matter of minutes, the mother was "having words" with the school principal. She soon found that hers was not the...
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