This is Garfield School, Cincinnati Ohio--the same elementary school I attended in the fifties. My father is the third from the left in the back row. He was the class clown and often resorted to dropping his pants for a cheap laugh.
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Thats not a 'cheap laugh'.. its a time honored clasic.. right up there with the bare ass on the car window...
Posted by: Jake H. | May 25, 2005 at 09:44 AM
I am very sure he did that too, maybe even before they had glass windows in their cars.
Posted by: gail | May 25, 2005 at 09:47 AM
Notice what he has done with his tie? That was no accident.
Posted by: gail | May 25, 2005 at 09:50 AM
I'll have to rummage through my stuff and find my fifth-grade class picture. I'll be the one in the front row with his eyes crossed.
Posted by: CraigC | May 25, 2005 at 10:33 AM
This is the wurst thing ever. Via Sondra.
http://www.zprod.org/zLab/
cybWurstFrame.html
Posted by: CraigC | May 25, 2005 at 10:38 AM
So, it's in the jeans? No wonder you keep me in stitches!
Posted by: Diana | May 25, 2005 at 10:50 AM
My dad's teacher once called my grandmother in to school to "discuss his conduct." The teacher left the classroom to meet grandma at the schoolhouse door--they couldn't have been alone more than a couple of minutes--but when the teacher ushered grandma into the classroom there was my dad, tapdancing in front of the class with his pants around his knees.
Posted by: gail | May 25, 2005 at 11:07 AM
He also used to put pretzel sticks under his upper lip and chase me around the kitchen pretending to be dracula.
Posted by: gail | May 25, 2005 at 11:09 AM
When we got our Junior Fireman badges in fifth grade, I pinned mine to the crotch of my pants for the benefit of Mollie Connors, and Mr. Toohey made me stand up and turn around so I could "Show the whole class what a genius (I was)"
Posted by: CraigC | May 25, 2005 at 11:31 AM
A Jr Fireman badge on your crotch..
Thats brilliant Mr Spiccoli..
Why dont you turn around and share your
brilliance with the whole class...
Posted by: Jake H. | May 25, 2005 at 11:35 AM