Mr. Carpenter was the Junior class sponsor. He was fairly popular, youthful, probably gay, and for the most part very serious about his subject. He could control our class because he knew how to get the environment he wanted and he knew his subject well. He could diagram the hair off a sentence and we were all impressed. Once he gave us the sentence: "The private laid out his bedroll over the Sergeant's objection." A trick sentence to be sure, but we all rose to the challenge. The prepositional phrase "over the Sergeant's objection" was the problem, because it wasn't literally what the bedroll was laying on.
I don't remember how the issue was solved and I don't really care. So far as I know, it has not made a difference in my life. It was good fun at the time even if we were all a bit confused. Mr. Carpenter must have had a good laugh adjusting his lesson plan that day. I hope he did, because, except for the time I said a swear word in front of him while decorating for the Jr. Prom, the thing I remember most about Mr. Carpenter was his demeanor and appearance on November 22, 1963.