Many years ago my brother worked at the old Houston Public Library in downtown Houston. Among the crew that worked at the library it was always a toss-up as to who would turn off the lights in the upstairs stacks. You had to walk along the stacks and when you got to the final switch you were in darkness. And there were busts of Sidney Lanai, Andrew Jackson, and others. It was very musty and very few, except real bookworms would go to the third or fourth floor of that library. So the crew hated to turn the lights off.
One night it fell the lot of one of the younger fellows on the crew to have to do that. Well, my brother Orville, knowing that the young guy was already jumpy, slipped up the back stairway and hid behind the stacks. This little guy was walking along turning off lights and humming to himself. You know how you do when you are scared. You bump things. And you sing, "Jesus loves me, this I know." So this kid's walking along. Hum, hum, click, hum, click, hum, click, click. He gets to the last switch and as he turns off the light, my brother says, "What are you doing up here?"
Orville says that's the last they ever saw of that young man. He ran down those stairs and out into the street. He never came back even to get his check.

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