A schoolmaster should have an atmosphere of awe, and walk wonderingly, as if he was amazed at being himself.
“Oh, to be home again, home again, home again! Under the apple-boughs, down by the mill!”
“Bud Johnson, God rest his soul of fame, a tenor saxophonist. Bud was always a big, big, big booster of mine and he always when I first met Bud in Pittsburgh when he came through there, he heard me sing and he wanted me to come to Chicago.”