1 Cambridge, Massachusetts
I must admit that I have never liked the term "disadvantaged child." One is somehow made to think of those earnest or smiling men and women from our exalted suburbs who organize a car pool once a week in order to go "help" the poor, benighted "slum children"by taking them to a museum and buying them some cookies. I don't deny what cookies and Rembrandt can mean to a child, any child, nor do I wish to criticize unfairly the desperate efforts on the part of thousands of middle-class people to share what they have with others.