There was a day when Bronx-bred, Harvard-educated Herbert Kohl stood before class 6-1 at P.S. 103, Harlem. ""Mr. Kohl, do you like it here?"" one girl asked, and he was on, for a year of search and challenge. Kohl soon discovered that the dated books, the subject classes were less productive than the times between--the children let him know. How he learned to turn these to account, to awaken interest through words and myth that led to the children's own compositions (they form a substantial, moving section of the book) is a story of teaching at its most inspiriting level. Kohl and his fiancee, later wife Judy took an interest outside the classroom, kept in touch through the following four years... One year cannot erase deprivation, discrimination, and the prognosis remains in question; one man's concern does not. Mr. Kohl cares; we should too.