I used to love The Lone Ranger with his ...er...'Red Indian' (sorry) friend Tonto. The music was of course Rossini's 'William Tell Overture'
but it was years before we'd believe it wasn't Lone Ranger's tune. We'd gallop about in the school playground, slapping our own bottoms on an imaginary Silver, pretending to be him, wearing a home-made mask, and humming the tune. Cowboys-and-Indians was one of our favourite games, The boys used to be the cowboys and us girls were allocated the role of Indians.

(It was the early fifties, and nobody intended any insult to Native Americans; we'd never heard that term.)