 I remember a teacher that I had. Now, I went through the seventh grade. I went to the seventh grade. I left home when I was ten years old because I was hungry. This is true. I'd work in the summer and I'd go to school in the winter. But I had this one teacher. He was the principal of the Harrison School in Vincennes, Indiana. To me, this was the greatest teacher, a real sage of my time, anyhow. He had such wisdom. And we were all reciting the Pledge of Allegiance one day. And he walked over, this little old teacher. Mr. Laswell was his name.