The older man, their side's main spokesman, was Harold Hill.

Goldman then nodded at their side's chief man, Harold Hill.

In the big office next door, Harold Hill was doing much the same thing on a slightly larger scale.

Harold Hill hadn't slept well the night of the eighth.

Harold Hill was running from way down the road.

Harold Hill was walking straight ahead, looking ridiculous, as if he were lost in the rain.

Harold Hill shook his head from side to side.

Harold Hill looked up to find the black police chief standing on the wooden ramp.

"I have kind of been Harold Hill all my life."

By the early 1960s, Harold Hill had six secondary schools: