Y’all are talking about guys with unfortunate names.

The girls vice principal at my high school in the mid-1970s was named Wana Hickey. Her husband, Ed, taught shop. At the time I was in high school, she was in her mid-50s. She died at the age of 92, after no doubt terrorizing a couple of generations of young women worrying about whether their skirts were too short or too long (why yes, granny dresses got banned at one point).