There was one - Miss Page. Isn't that funny? Now, why would I remember her name? There's no reason for it. It's weird, you know? Miss Page. She was also… But they… they had something very nice, I must give Evanston High School a bravo. Because every once in a while, the ladies came from the ladies club, there's a name for that. And they wanted to see me. So they asked me to come outside, outside the class and they asked me if I need anything. Now, they were aware of me, you know, being there, they liked my art and also, which has nothing to do with this event, but I'm involved with myself, but I was a top talent as an athlete. Yeah. A half-a-mile and a mile, that was mine, yeah. In all of Illinois, all the state. Yeah. So they knew that. These ladies who came from the club, the athletic side of me, you know, which brought me to California. To a degree, brought me to California. To a degree, where I could have either gone to USC [University of Southern California] or UCLA [The University of California, Los Angeles] on an athletics scholarship. But I had a teacher at Evanston High, Rangy. His name was Rangy. Mr Rangy. Geometry - I was lousy. I was the worst thing of geometry, I knew from nothing. And I could never figure those things out but he desperately wanted me to go to a university that he left and his son just finishing. He wanted me to go there on a scholarship and he could arrange all that because I would have an athletic scholarship, plus an aesthetic scholarship. Both, you know? But I could only see Los Angeles at that time and I had to go. I had to come to this city, yeah.