As a student, young John exhibited the seriousness that many would soon come to associate with him.

When his father died in 1955, young John was only 12-years-old.

The young John was "sort of the leader within the family," his brother recalled in an interview.

And she would be, if young John had anything to do with it.

To young John, and he suspected to his father, too, there was a certain excitement in the prospect of a raid.

And young John had been dimly conscious that the change also represented a social promotion for his father.

That was young John, who lived in the town.

And she held out her hand to young John, who took it.

It was a happy family and young John seems to have been spoiled by his elders.

He looked at young John, now white and shaken with the shock.