The Seven-Branched Candlestick: The Schooldays of Young American Jew / Chapter 9 MY AUNT AND I | 45.00%'t imagine that young gentlemen of such an aristocratic set could act so meanly. You must have done so
convince her, gave up the task and went to bed without any supper. I was old enough to have cured myself of the habit of tears-though, as a matter of fact, no men ever do
uld act towards me, trying to be indignant, but succeeding only in a shriveled self-debasement. Because I w
all. He appeared not to know me, murmured an unhurried and general, "Excuse me," and went on. A few yards further on, I
otice my own discomfiture. I could not imagine that such incidents as mine of yesterda
ship ended there. He seemed scandalized at my mentioning fraternities at all: it was a subject far too sacred for discussion, evidently. He merely snapped back stiffly that he expected to be
ssmates being escorted across the campus to the fraternity houses, to overhear them accepting invitations to theater in the evening, to watch the process of their conv
the dinner table. But she did not feel lightly about it-and her disappointment was too great to be laughed away. She still had a dim suspicion that I had made some fearful misstep-had brough
ays alluding to it, as if it gave her a social security which my own aunt could never attain. Aunt Selina wanted me to make a frate
some inkling of what my aims were going to be. I was only eighteen, to be sure; but I was older, more settled than most youths of twenty or more. I blamed myself a little for my impatience with her, for my hasty conclusions concerning those friends of hers who came up f
on the social duties of a college man. I had expected to hear a fop of some sort deliver dicta on the proper angle of h
ery anathema upon the idle rich. And he spoke of the true social duties. He spoke mainly-be
me so strongly. I waited until the end of the lecture, and joined a little group of listeners who gathered around the man wit
lement societies in New York. There was something powerful, magnetical
papers to depart when he
things over? We can sit in the library, and I'll tell you lots more
y ten years ago. I asked him the name of the fra
that memorable luncheon-and whithe
show you how you can be of help to us. Won't you come over to the fr
the members of your active chapter will
aid warmly. "The nasty little cads. Well, it's harder for me t
there: the club rooms, the dance hall, the gymnasium and reading room. He wanted to introduce me to the resident leaders. He wanted to persuade me to become a leader, myse
, don't you? Well, I'm offering you a membership in a bigger and better one than ever had a chapter in a college-the b
me. I had learned that the city has its poor, its sick and wicked, its boys and girls embroiled in wrong environments, its lonely and unambi
A little further on I came to a girl, not more than fifteen or sixteen, who was being followed by some toughs. She wa
. Perhaps he was right-and what a noble thing to be able to join in the help and companionsh
l in a pink silk dressing-gown, all frills and ruffles, and asked me complainingly where I
ure delivered by a Mr. Lawr
ttlement man
es
a meeting of our Ladies' Auxiliary. He
night to have supper with him. He wants me to become a leader in one
oh, down into that awful tenement house district? Down among those dreadful people? Indeed, you s
, after a while, I gave in and promised
ded. "Why aren't you content to make the best of things a
," I told her. "Trying to make the best-the rea
ressed, and went

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