After attending a service at the posh, progressive Eglinton Avenue United Church, a United Church minister in Toronto was invited to stay for the young people's meeting. When he went upstairs, he found the young people (with perhaps 100 adults present) bellowing a song, to the strains of I'm Nobody's Sweetheart Now:
I'm nobody's moo cow now,
The bulls don't react somehow;
Sunken hips, fuzzy lips,
My tail's too short and I'm minus a quart;
As I walk down the old cow path
All the bulls turn around and laugh....
Austere Rev. Dr. Alexander James Wilson, editor of the United Church Observer (circ: 38,000) in Toronto, heard about...
