“After the violent excitement of Paradise, he was glad for the refuge of books. The fraternities were content to let him hide. Their scouts reported: “He’s got no money. Not a cent. How could he pay dues, let alone dance fees?” Men who had seen him play basketball said: “In his jerk-water league he was all-county for three years. But you know the small-town athletes. They bloom in the bushes but they bust in college.” Most damning of all, one of the scouts discovered his marks: “Another brain tr...ust. Probably wind up as a radical. Hands off! We’ve got our share of headaches as is.” In spite of David’s satisfaction with the sanctuary of college, he experienced the bitter moment of knowing that the fraternities did not want him. The realization was heavy upon him, as if he were a small boy. “Well,” he mumbled when the others opened their envelopes and there was none for him, “I didn’t want much to join anyway.” He could not delude himself, however, when football started.MoreLessRead More Read Less
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