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Melinda and me, the story on us in Greenville was, we lived on the same hall. Of course they put one of us out in this corner and one in that corner, was how it ended up, and that wasn't exactly the quietest way to be, because we hollered the whole year long, back and forth, talk, talk, talk, and--They elected us to be the fire marshals for that floor, and what we were supposed to do if there was a fire in the dorm, or the fire alarm went off, was run around and knock on all the doors and say, "Fire! Fire!" You know, make sure everybody knew to get out. Well, we got laughing, because have you ever heard Melinda say "fire"? "Far! Far! Far!" And Daddy and everybody told her if she runs around hollers that wouldn't nobody know what in the world she was talking about anyway. You better elect somebody who can at least say the word.