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Show 9, Jeffries, Islamorada More and more he'd had occasion to think of the neighborhood change on the grand scale of French loss-of-empire, and one of his last lessons would of course be about a great white hope. Proud Roland cornered in the pass at Roncevalles. "We just your green group," a boy had protested, "ain't we supposed to be readin' The Fourteen Cadillacs?" "I give this to you straight," Mr- Clayton reddened. "This ESEA stuff is garbage, I mean let's call a, here, page six, I mean really, a member of the church passes on, and in front of his congregation, your preacher gets on his telephone up to heaven, he says, to see if the stiff has gotten into heaven-!" "Yeah but we can read it-" "I promised you a rose garden? I said this junior high school, this little high school, was gonna be easy? When did you all quit? I know you had hard stuff in Head Start, hard stuff in first and second grade and now it's gotta be like . . .television? You read about the Cadillacs in study hall, I mean there must be a reason for the study halls. . ." Some of them were buying it. "Okay kids, what do you think I'm playing this Moon-lit Granada Will Live Again stuff for- |