I'm Charles Baker Harris...i Can Read

When A Child Asks You Something, Answer Him, For Goodness' Sake.

See There?" Jem Was Scowling Triumphantly. "nothin' To It. I Swear, Scout, Sometimes You Act So Much Like A Girl Its Mortifyin

Maycomb Was A Tired Old Town, Even In 1932 When I First Knew It. Somehow, It Was Hotter Then. Men's Stiff Collars Wilted By Nine In The Morning. Ladies Bathed Before Noon After Their Three O'clock Naps, And By Nightfall Were Like Soft Teacakes With Frosting From Sweating And Sweet Talcum. The Day Was Twenty-four Hours Long, But It Seemed Longer. There's No Hurry, For There's Nowhere To Go And Nothing To Buy... And No Money To Buy It With.

I'm Gonna Be A New Kind Of Clown. I'm Gonna Stand In The Middle Of The Ring And Laugh At The Folks.

We're Paying The Highest Tribute You Can Pay A Man. We Trust Him To Do Right. It's That Simple.