All's Fair In Love And World's
Everybody knows me. Everybody knows Johnny Large Print. At least that's what they call me. But I'm not here to tell you about my nickname. I'm here to tell you how the skill that got me that nickname saved the 1955 World's Fair and cancelled the 1956 World's Fair. But in order to do that, I guess I better tell you about my nickname. When I was a kid, the only thing I hated more than reading was writing. My pops knew this but his old man eyes had trouble reading the tiny print in the newspapers. So every morning, as soon as that paper hit the sidewalk, he made me run out to get it and start copying every single article in letters big enough so as not to strain his eyes. At first, it took me so long I wouldn't even have time to eat breakfast before I went off to school, but pretty soon I got so good at it I'd have time for two or even three breakfasts. When word eventually got out (the garbage men in Grover's Holler were notorious gossips), that's