Seventh Grade

This year was not as much fun as last year. The teacher, Miss Annie Neeson was too old to control her rowdy students, and I don't remember that I learned very much, except for public-school music, which was wonderful. I remember Mr. Walter Graham, the new band director, looking into our classroom with his black hair and bushy eyebrows. Over the next few years he was to teach me most of what I've learned about music in my lifetime. I do remember our spelling bees with the class lined up around the room. In one of them Louise Callaway was the last one standing because she was able to spell "aisle". The students were merciless in their treatment of  Miss Annie.