rted, apologetic a chap that I could not harbor any resentment against him for the

nce that first embarrassing luncheon, I have never seen him unhappy-and even then it was on my account he was discontented, not on his own. And outside of college he must have been respected with all the awe which New Yorkers accord to the Sons of

arvel as my aunt seemed to feel it, that a member of the Trevelyan family-the Trevelyan's of Fifth avenue and Sixty-fourth street, don't you know-should be seated at her table and giving gracious attention to her gossipy conversation. For a whole week after his visit Aunt Se

the college dormitories. He seldom used it, but when he did he would invite me to stay up there with him and to sit until the wee, quiet hours, talking over ou

had never amounted to much, had never stood out tremendously in meets. I liked to run, I lik

terie of lesser institutions. If I made the track team I would be a college hero-and, after seeing me capture the flag in the class rush,

cing around and around with a sturdy intention of proving myself worthy of Treve

ntion to me until the week before the freshman-sophomore track meet. Then he tried me out at a 44-yard run. That was what I had been used to doing at school. There was only o

of the race for the time being. There was no doubt now that I would be put i

ly. I had met him almost every day on the field, but he had never recognized me. His track shirt bore the monogram of a noted preparatory school; and it was echoed that he was the handsomest man in the class. He was

to announce the members of the freshman track team,

ty captain shrugged his shoulders, the old coach growled but said nothing, the faculty advisers kept away from the topic as if it were beneath their tutelary notice. And the freshman-sophomore track

f thing went on in the 'varsity circle-but I didn't think they'd carry it down into the class teams

underhanded discrimination. I made up my mind to forget the whole episode. I had not been so tremendously anxious to make the track team that I would let the disappointment of it ra

. But after he had made the suggestion, he began to stammer and ma

ak to him-and save you any trouble. If he says yes, then you go out and win a place on the board of editors. But

me that it would hardly be worth my while to try for the college paper. He add

ng, however, if you do

places in his room. He threw down his pipe in the midst of talking about

re going to show them a thing or two. We're going to buck up against the strongest thing in the world-and that t

udice of race and religion was the strongest shield of the ignorant and mean, that neither he nor I could fight it fairly-and that, if he cam

ittle thoughts," he snapped back at me. "I'm read

ur fraternity brothers might

ed a rumpus. If he made any sort of fight against the anti-Jewish prejudice, he would have his whole fraternity against him, he would perhaps be sh

o a fraternity." He took up his pipe again and smoked in silence for a while. "I suppose you think you'll never be happy, now that you know you aren't goin

n lack of fighting power on his fraternity in too heavy and unjust a degree. I wasn't any more o

ake a rumpus if I wanted to. But listen here." He pointed his finger at me sternly. "If I were you, I wouldn't rest until I had made the fight and won it. Fight it not only for yourself but for the

swered him

nd prove that fact to t

ight than he. Less able, perhaps, because I was more handicapped. I made myself a t

elected to the college funny paper. He also contributed to the undergraduate literary magazine at times-thoug

ancestry of contributors, my work for them was welcomed. Before the year was over I had been elected an associate editor of the funny

ade up my mind to consider this a just decision, and that I had no right to impute it to anything other than my lack of talent. The president of the associati

lot, yer see. And it's big social stunts in every city. And it's the cr

"I do see. I see fu

t fight that Trevelyan planned w