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don't pick prunes in November.  If there were bells and sirens it was because something got Dorothy's nose out of her sketchbook for a change."  I have no gift for remembering dates and I am quite likely to appear a day early or exactly a week late for some social function.

Nor can I remember the name of the man who gave me my first job.  I still held firmly to the dream of entering the University and after graduating from San Jose the next move was to find a teaching position where, hopefully, I could earn and save enough money to ge through at least one year.  I learned of a vacancy in a grammar school in Hayward, a small community on the outskirts of Oakland and I made an appointment to see the President of the Board of Education at his home.

A more unpropitious prelude to the interview can scarcely be imagined.  As I opened the gate and walked toward the front door, I heard a frightful roar.  A huge English bulldog came racing around the corner of the house.  Filled with panic, I turned to run for the street, tripped, and fell