It was in the sixties that a dynamic music teacher came to the local Junior High School. You will remember that was the decade in which youth began dressing in the sloppiest possible way. Hundreds of young people were attracted to the charm of this man and joined his many projects. We were present at the program featuring the chorus. I was so impressed with the number of youth who filed onto the risers that I counted them - roughly two hundred. Some spark in this teacher ignited a latent sense of beauty and style in them.

One year he produced an extravaganza operetta. The show called for a ballroom scene. The latent fire of beauty came to life in the students. In the hallway, just before the performance, young girls and boys took great delight in parading up and down the hall, talking lou…