(1980 memoirs)
Before I leave off telling you about boys I knew at school, I'll have to tell you about one more, Harry. He was a small person, a drummer in a school band that played in the gym at least once a week for after-supper dances. I would walk back to school alone after supper and sit out quite a bit as he was busy. Sometimes he'd get someone to play for him and we'd dance. I never really cared for him very much, to tell the truth.
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