When he began teaching English at Denver's big South High School (3,300 students) in 1935, exuberant Harold Kea-bles lived only six blocks away. It was too far. He bought a house half a block away so that he could get to school faster.
Keables whirs out of his front door every morning at 7:30. Within minutes, he begins spouting poetry as he strides up and down before his students. Soon covered with chalk dust, he pounds and perches on the front seats (kept vacant to give him room). He brooks no interruption. If an office messenger invades the room. Keables cries: "I...
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