My dad is around 3 years old, in 1932.
This might be his first grade picture. The teacher has her hand on his shoulder.
Here is a story from his grade school years. The girl in front of him had two long braids, which she kept flipping over her shoulders onto his desk. He took out his pocket knife and cut them both off. When the girl started screaming that he had cut off her hair, the school teacher marched him out of the classroom, and he remembers her saying, "I'm going to throw you down those stairs!".