And then all hundred and one of us trooped across the grass and onto the platform and got our diplomas from Mr. Halvorson, the superintendent of schools, and he said my name into the microphone―Tollefson, John Olaf―and there is was, the terrible secret of my middle name, revealed, and I slunk back to my seat and people whispered, 'Hey, Ole.'
1998, Garrison Keillor, Wobegon Boy, Faber and Faber, page 71