“Those quotations are hell, Brother” F. S. Pettyjohn December 8, 1961.

Disregarding for the moment the above statement, so beautifully put, I must say, I should like to consider its author for a brief moment.

Mr. Pettyjohn possesses that rare combination of self-assertion and modesty which inspires trust and confidence in a man. He is humble, long lasting and economical, with a bouquet and texture unparalleled. He is in this handy six pack at your neighborhood grocery store.

Above all, Mr. Pettyjohn is a paradox, and no one realizes this better than he himself. He has a great desire for others to understand and like him, yet when anyone comes too close to his core he rebels and casts the snooper away from himself.

He has a birthmark on his face, which he never discusses with anyone; partly because he detests the very self-pity which people attest to a man who talks of such things, and partly because he is, for much of the time, completely unaware of it.

But it brands him as different, distinct, and he doesn’t fear a lack of resemblance to the mass of men. Thus branded for life as an individual, he shall play the role with vigor and enthusiasm.

He is, indeed, an unusual person, worth a lifetime of study, which I shall afford him.

[From an assignment in senior English, St. Mary’s High School, Brother Timothy.]