mjf ... what memories you bring back!
I think the line was "Please, sir, could I have some more?"
Being in Catholic school at the time, the Nuns decided to take us into the big city, on a field trip to see the film. (I'll leave it to others to reveal the name
).
We rode the busses into downtown Chicago, to an old-style theater with fancy woodwork and a massive balcony. Heck, there might have been two balconies.
During intermission, we were kept in the theater, away from the lobby, by our minders. When the film was over, we waited in the lobby forever for the busses to arrive. At this point, some of us claimed to notice new cracks in the huge glass windows, and one hole was asserted to be a new bullet hole. I wasn't so sure.
Getting on the busses, I noticed the streets were absolutely deserted. Not a soul in sight. On every corner stood groups of perhaps a dozen cops, some in riot gear. Not another car was in sight. This, in the Chicago "Loop," on a weekday. It seemed slightly unusual. No one offered a word of explanation.
What had happened was that the "Students for a Democratic Society" had decided to kick off their "Days of Rage," a deliberate riot intended to shut down Chicago, and kick off a nation-wide revolution. These 'protests' continued for a few more days, but none reachd the intensity of that first day.
The police had pushed the rioters right past the theater into Grant Park, where the bulk of the battle took place. The rioters moved north over the next two days, with the final fracas in the southern part of Lincoln Park (maybe 1-1/2 miles as the crow flies).
It's worth looking these events up. I was dead center in the midst of it all, watching a movie, blissfully unaware of the mayhem around me. We had a Dickens of a time.