I know this poem is from a little boy, and I am a "little girl," but it reminds me of the high ideals Dad stood for and his effort to treat people with respect. The photo is probably at graduation from Bryant Stratton Business School in Buffalo, NY, around 1921. He then worked at an alkaline plant at Buffalo and suffered a broken back in an explosion at the plant. After a miraculous recovery, he taught bookkeeping and accounting at a Civilian Conservation Corps (CCC) camp near Coudersport. Later he became office manager and chief accountant at the Murray-Page Chevrolet-Oldsmobile dealership in Olean, remaining there through ownership changes until his retirement. He was active in the Olean Theater Group which also performed on radio. When you hear the name "Bentley" in talking about automobiles, you think of "class." That's how I think of my Dad as a person - "class."
