The teachers those days, they were not encumbered with the laws that they have today that you couldn’t punish anyone – each one got his own deserts…I remember Daddy Potter was one of the teachers, it seems as though it was at Appaquag School. He was kinda rough. Of course, to start out with they’d ask the children what their name was. One fella spoke up kinda smart, he says “My name is      Tobacca Juice”. So he hauls him outa his seat, rubs him around on the floor. He says “That’s what they do with tobacco juice. What’s you name?” And he got it.

Harold Stone