Sixty years ago, Monsieur Losserand, my schoolmaster in the one-room, eight-class, elementary boys-only school, at my hometown of Montriond, France, had enough faith in my talents to enroll me in a national contest sponsored by the national soap suppliers association.
I was good at drawing and he asked me to put together the illustrated story of a little boy, that used to be very dirty and, through a series of transformative events, discovered the benefits of personal hygiene.
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I never, for a minute, worried one bit about the outcome (to be continued...)