The Chronicles of Mr. Elliason - Part 1

I was talking to my dad today and many stories came up about his 7th grade teacher Mr. Elliason. So, I've decided to split them up into separate entries, since I feel they each deserve their own space. I'll start with his first run in with Mr. Elliason. The first of many that year. Now, to give you an idea of who his teacher was, he was a former marine. Dad thinks he was a marine during the Korean War, because he was a young guy and the year was 1959. He was big and tough and hard. Not someone you would think to mess with. But, dad apparently didn't seem intimidated. Anyway, the first run in came around Christmas time. They were getting ready for their christmas program and were all in class together, singing "Oh Come All Ye Faithful" in latin. Dad wanted to sing it with gusto, so he was singing loudly. QUITE loudly - and obnoxiously I might add. So much louder was he than the rest of the kids, it grabbed Mr. Elliason's attention. "Drexler, sing it right! " he said to my dad. Dad apparently didn't heed that warning, because he continued to sing it loudly and disruptively. Mr. Elliason stopped the singing, grabbed dad and put him in the cloak room, which was the room by the classroom with 2 entry doors and hooks for their coats and stuff. "I don't want to see you!! I don't want to hear you until this is over!!!!" he shouted at dad, then left to go back to the singing practice. Again, dad didn't take this too seriously, because as soon as the singing started up again, dad joined in with as much gusto as before. Singing with all his might in that little cloak room. Mr. Elliason came back in, furious, and beat dad all the ways till Sunday. Even tried hanging him on one of the hooks in that room. He had had it with dad and he let him know it!! You would think this would've given dad some clue as to how to behave with this teacher of his. That he would know that his 7th grade teacher wasn't someone you messed with. But, as the "Chronicles" continue, you'll see - well - dad didn't learn his lesson that day and poor Mr. Elliason was in for a very LONG year with my father.