At first the marching seemed so hard to learn, but once we had mastered the knack, we couldn’t break the habit. Sometimes on our once-a-month visit to town, a talking machine would be blasting band music outside a store to attract customers. Then we girls would go into our act; try as hard as we could, we just couldn’t get out of step. It was impossible! We’d try to take long strides to break the rhythm, but soon we would fall back into step again. How embarrassing it was!
