MANNERS & MORALS: Icka Backa, Soda Cracker


Insistent in adult ears, the rhythmic tick-tick-tick of jump ropes sounded last week across the land. From Atlanta to San Francisco, from Boston to Dallas, the shrill chant of little-girl voices made loud the early morning's quiet and the twilight's repose. To the irascible, the runes sounded much as ever, but a careful listener could detect differences. In Dallas, little girls chanted:

Dagwood, Dagwood, do you love Blondie?

Yes, no, maybe so, certainly.

Instead of Charlie Chaplin, now:

Betty Grable went to France

To teach the soldiers how to dance.

Salute to the...

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