As a young 'un in Sylacauga, Ala., which is just down the road a piece from Gantts Quarry, Jim Nabors was a regular cutup. He used to play tricks with his voice by hollering down drain pipes and talking through knotholes.
And when he dressed up like a hillbilly for a high school skit, he was funnier than a bowlegged mule. But later on, after he graduated from the University of Alabama and worked for a spell in New York City as a typist, he came back with a highfalutin accent, and no body...
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