So It Took An Eight-year-old Child To

The Remainder Of My Schooldays Were No More Auspicious Than The First. Indeed, They Were An Endless Project That Slowly Evolved Into A Unit, In Which Miles Of Construction Paper And Wax Crayon Were Expended By The State Of Alabama In Its Well-meaning But Fruitless Efforts To Teach Me Group Dynamics.

Cecil Jacobs Is A Big Wet Hen!

There Is One Way In This Country In Which All Men Are Created Equal—there Is One Human Institution That Makes A Pauper The Equal Of A Rockefeller, The Stupid Man The Equal Of An Einstein, And The Ignorant Man The Equal Of Any College President. That Institution, Gentlemen, Is The Court.

Hey, Mr. Cunningham. How's Your Entailment Gettin' Along?

Dill Said Striking A Match Under A Turtle Was Hateful. “how Do You Know A Match Don't Hurt Him?” “turtles Can't Feel, Stupid,” Said Jem. “where You Ever A Turtle, Huh?