Mr. Trademark, Mr. Copyright, Mr. Patent Number, Mr. Woolley

This was no mere mortal. None other had the knowledge of the classes and fillums of worms that he had. Noone perpetually possessed such a mug, umbrella, and hand bag. Sweat stains and cigerattes adorned every one of his 1,000,000 blue denim shirts. He peddelled discount cards at such an alarming rate that one man mistaked them for hot cakes and attempted to eat one. He always took at least two pictures on each setting of his camera to make sure that he had an acceptable photo to send to the newspaper. He kept meticulous statitics on every right and wrong answer of every match. He always made sure we knew when we were wrong. He was a champion of trivia. A master of knowledge. He was, and is, Mr. John Woolley.