“Kids these days are sharp,” people have always said. “You can’t fool ‘em. They know all the angles. Smarter than most adults, in fact.” This didn’t apply, necessarily, to the kids who were – ahem – roped in and quizzed by the marketing department of Milton Bradley on the day Hangman was conceived. What point, we have to ask ourselves, was there in paying for a plastic version of a game you could easily do with two pencils and a bit of paper?