by Max Brantley
That headline was the utterance of a hero of my youth -- Darrell Fuselier. He said it circa 1966, on the driveway in front of Lake Charles High School, when rampaging jocks and a thick-headed assistant principal were trying to shear the male population of bangs of the sort the boys from Liverpool were sporting. Darrell intended to keep his Beatle-brow.
I'm reminded of those immortal words by the huge hubbub in Watson Chapel over school uniform policies. When a school administrator decides to take leave of his/her senses, it's a fearsome thing. At Watson Chapel, they've suspended top students there for inappropriate "stitching" on pants and a designer belt buckle. The parents are mad as hell.