As my father tells it he was asked to read in class one day and so he stood to read and as he was reading he held a firecracker out so a friend sitting next to him could light it. While still reading he flicked the lit firecracker up underneath his teachers desk. Well the firecracker exploded as can be expected and the poor teacher was up and out of the class room in three steps.
When the teacher came back with the principal she had the whole class under suspicion except for my father as he was standing up reading when the vile firecracker was thrown under her desk.
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Thanks for the great stories of our grandpa. They are great. Where did you here them from?
ReplyDeleteI see where the mischeviosness comes from.
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