I studied Latin, but I hated its arbitrary word order.
Blah, blah, blah. Shut up and listen to me.
It is graduation time January 1941. Ceremonies take place in Carnegie Hall. One thinks of the musician’s joke, “How do you get to play Carnegie Hall. Practice, practice, practice.” For us the practice was four years of high school.
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