He was bout seventy years old. He was al stooped over and had very terrible posture, and in class whenever he dropped a piece of chalk some guy had to pick it up and hand it to him. He showed me some old beat-up navajo blanket that he and Mrs Spencer'd bought off some indian in Yellowstone Park. You tke someone as old as hell, like old Spencer, and they get a big bang out of buying a blanket. Old Spencer had on this sad, ratty bathrobe that he was probably born in or something, I dont like to see old guys and pajamas and bathrobes anyway. You never seen anybody nod as much in your life aas old Spencer.
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