My Strangest Learning Experience or, Dr. Savage, Man against Time

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a sad event from the newspaper. I think I learned something from her about the feelings it was all right to have. I remember Mrs. Arcady, who just shook her head sadly, disappointed and amazed at the way we treated her. From her I learned I wanted to do something, not just be amazed at things, but I suppose I also learned a little about how people like to be treated. And I remember my second grade teacher, Miss Bronson, a beautiful, blonde woman who could have passed for a movie star if it wasn't for that one long bottom tooth in front. I'm not sure whether I learned in her class that you might get a dazzling teacher if you were lucky or that life will always hit you with some little imperfection no matter how perfect things seem at first. But one of the teachers I especially remember, and with great affection, was a college teacher I met my freshman year in a required class called History of Western Civilizations. His name was Harry Hill Savage, Sr., and at my school he had a special position that was called Joshua Pratt Professor of History. I never knew what that meant exactly, although it was easy to see it was a title of g eat esteem. Anyway, Harry Savage, Dr. he was to me, had a name that made him seem like a cartoon adventure character (Dr. Savage, medic of the Royal Mounties!) or a horror movie villain (Dr. Savage and his incredible doom machine!). He was about 80 when I knew him and would have been