To the editor: She walked by my desk. I had been picked up by the police late Sunday afternoon for stealing gas.
I was so embarrassed on Monday I would not go out for recess after lunch.
Mrs. Katie May McKeithan, my eighth-grade teacher, walked near my desk and said, “Donnie, you see what trouble bad company causes?”
She was kind and caring. I will never forget her comforting words. All the students in the eighth grade at Waccamaw High School that year in 1941 loved her.
She was to remain our homeroom teacher throughout our high school years.