First job was cleaning lumber. Taking nails out of lumber. Worked for a Frenchman who used to abolish buildings and sell that second-hand lumber because it was valuable. It wasn't rotten. It just was good lumber. Good, dry lumber. Then I got a job in a grocery store. My mother told me, said, if you had a argument with the school teacher . . . I had a argument with a girl and she . . . I cussed her out. Put that racial [expletive deleted] on me, and I cussed her. She's a mulatto child. She went and told the principal that I insulted her. So the teacher told me that I wasn't at Marigny School. I was in Joseph A. Cray School. I'm supposed to act like a gentleman, not like a heathen or one of them kind of words she said. "I want to go get your mother and bring her back. You don't come back til you bring her. " So I said, "O.k, I'll tell my mother. " I left, and I never went back. My mother told me, "You don't have to go back to school there. "