Jimmie Dixon James Q. Dixon , son of Milburn Dixon, took me to school on my first day. I had so much faith in him that we started up the Road and I thought it was the way to school. As long as he went with me no one dared to lay a finger on me, but when he left I had to fight my own way as I was the only boy from the west to carry on an old feud that went far back beyond my grandfather's day. There were so many boys from the western part of the district, one of the causes of the feud was that the school was placed 300 yards farther east than the middle of the district. James had a lot of trouble with asthma when he was a young boy and early manhood, which by itself as well as nature did not allow him much time for farming. I think he did odd jobs around the lobster factory. Mil- burn always had a man working on the farm hauling seaweed, etc. On stormy days the men of the factory helped at farm¬ ing. Jimmie in his late teens, mostly to see if the change would improve his health, went to New York . At first he worked in the Ford plant on the construction line, paint¬ ing fenders, which were hung on a rack. If he had to go to the rest room they had to get someone to take his place. He was such a good worker he was given ten cents an hour more. The unions will not allow this today. As he decided he was getting nowhere, he went to a plastering 11