My daddy told a very funny story about breaking wind when he was a young boy back in the early 1910's. He attended a little one room school at Florence, Oklahoma. He was seated on the wooden recitation bench that sat by the teacher’s desk when his problem arose. He had stomach gas that had built up to a point where he could not contain it any longer. He was in much misery and needed some relief right away. It was not a policy back then to ask permission during class to go to the outdoor toilet, so he decided to quietly let his air pressure slip out a little at a time. He put his desperate plan in motion. He raised one butt cheek, only slightly, so his classmates would not notice. His plan of letting just a little bit of air pass at a time went wrong! The little bit turned out to sound like squeaking air being released from a blown up balloon as you squeezed the end. He said he could not stop the built up gas that pip-squeaked out with a ripping sound going from alto to soprano that seemed to never end. The classroom suddenly became deathly quiet, but only for a few seconds, then, all of the students burst out into a roar of laughter while the teacher tried to contain herself with dignity. Daddy was quite ornery as a youngster, but he was really embarrassed by this unplanned incident.