He taught Western Civilization and opened each year ritualistically by throwing an old black Holy Bible, with a little cross on the cover, clear across the room. The Bible would land, splat, on the floor and a girl could be counted on to gasp, "It's the Bible!" I can't recall what his point was exactly, but he would then declare, "It's only a book!"
He had a big grey beard and glasses, walked with a limp, and wore corduroy pants and fisherman smocks. He had phrases he would use, that he was known for: "Get with the program!" "Tough as nails! This test is nails, I tell you!" He led us through a survey of Western civ with incredible enthusiasm and a special attention to religious developments. In a unit on medieval cathedrals, he would demonstrate "Sooaaring buttresses! Sooaarring!" with great upward swoops of his arms.He was just back from a year's sabbatical in England and was all jazzed up for socialism. He never called anyone, at least not a boy, by his first name, only his last. I was "Kaye" (this was before I changed my family name back to its original form).
You got a very strong religious vibe from him but it was hard to nail down. He often bashed the Catholic Church. When my friend Bennett and I pestered him to know what religion if any he himself professed, he wouldn't say. The next year, we took his comparative religion class, and kept pestering him. Somehow, it seemed important to me to know. My guess was that he must be Jewish. Did I mention he and Mrs. Hall were known to have a huge number of kids? Something like seven or eight.
There was nothing pious or showy in Mr. Hall's personality but there was something -- I don't know how else to put it -- good about him. Just good. Once I lied to him about why I had missed class and I learned later that he knew differently from Bennett. Neither the lie nor the real or pretended reason was at all interesting, but the thought of lying to him now still makes me cringe. He never said a word about it.

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