I bought a piece of cement dog doo-doo, and it looked so much like the real thing that the fellow sitting beside me stared at it with his mouth and eyes wide open. He took it from my hand and went to Mr Jousse's chair, put the fake stool there and returned to his seat. I was on my way to retrieve the artifact when Mr Jousse entered the Grade 9 class. He was extremely displeased with the pile of poo-poo on his chair and he asked WHO it belonged to. Very reluctantly I raised my hand. He said while rubbing his forehead, "Murdoch, not you AGAIN." He didn't tell me, he simply pointed to the door. He'd meant for me to go to the Principal's office, but I was wise enough to interpret the gesture as a simple 'leave the room'. About a half hour later he came into the washroom and caught me smoking. The day went downhill from there. As far as I know, he still has the doo-doo. Of course, this was back in 1961 0r 1962, so it's possible he has passed on by now.

Incidentally, Mr Jousse (I am pretty sure) helped arrange a scholarship for me to go to gymnastic camp that summer. He was a wonderful teacher and wonderful person. I will never forget him.