The two most impressive thing about him were his mouth and the pocket of his jacket.By looking at his mouth, one could tell weather he was plotting evil or had recently accomplished it. If he intended to do something bad, his slips were all puckered up, like those of a billiard player about to make a difficult shot.After the deed was done, the pucker was replaced by a delicate, unearthly smile.
How a teacher who knew anything about boys could miss the fact both expressions were masks of satan, I am sure I don't know. Wallace's pockets were less interesting than his mouth, perhaps, but more spectacular in a way. The side pocked of his jacket bulged out over pudgy hounches like burrow hampers. They were filled with tools screwdrivers, pliers, wrenches, wire cutters, nail sets and I don't know what else. In addition to all this, one pocket always contained a rolled up copy of popular mechanics, while from the top of the other protruded scientific American or some other such magazine. His breast pocket contained beside a large collection of fountain pens and mechanical pencils, a picket fence of drill bits, gimlets, kitchen, knives and other pointed intruments. When he walked he clinked and jangled and pealed.
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