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Those
are
the
girls
for
me
.
Marylyn
stands
above
Sallee
in
that
sweet
,
deep
love
.
"
He
was
interested
in
whether
McGovern
of
Minnesota
would
make
the
first
or
second
All-American
,
how
to
do
the
card-pass
,
how
to
do
the
coin-pass
,
chameleon
ties
,
how
babies
were
born
,
and
whether
Three-fingered
Brown
was
really
a
better
pitcher
than
Christie
Mathewson
.
Among
other
things
he
read
:
"
For
the
Honor
of
the
School
,
"
"
Little
Women
"
(
twice
)
,
"
The
Common
Law
,
"
"
Sapho
,
"
"
Dangerous
Dan
McGrew
,
"
"
The
Broad
Highway
"
(
three
times
)
,
"
The
Fall
of
the
House
of
Usher
,
"
"
Three
Weeks
,
"
"
Mary
Ware
,
the
Little
Colonel
's
Chum
,
"
"
Gunga
Din
,
"
The
Police
Gazette
,
and
Jim-Jam
Jems
.
He
had
all
the
Henty
biasses
in
history
,
and
was
particularly
fond
of
the
cheerful
murder
stories
of
Mary
Roberts
Rinehart
.
School
ruined
his
French
and
gave
him
a
distaste
for
standard
authors
.
His
masters
considered
him
idle
,
unreliable
and
superficially
clever
.
He
collected
locks
of
hair
from
many
girls
.
He
wore
the
rings
of
several
.
Finally
he
could
borrow
no
more
rings
,
owing
to
his
nervous
habit
of
chewing
them
out
of
shape
.
This
,
it
seemed
,
usually
aroused
the
jealous
suspicions
of
the
next
borrower
.
All
through
the
summer
months
Amory
and
Frog
Parker
went
each
week
to
the
Stock
Company
.
Afterward
they
would
stroll
home
in
the
balmy
air
of
August
night
,
dreaming
along
Hennepin
and
Nicollet
Avenues
,
through
the
gay
crowd
.
Amory
wondered
how
people
could
fail
to
notice
that
he
was
a
boy
marked
for
glory
,
and
when
faces
of
the
throng
turned
toward
him
and
ambiguous
eyes
stared
into
his
,
he
assumed
the
most
romantic
of
expressions
and
walked
on
the
air
cushions
that
lie
on
the
asphalts
of
fourteen
.
Always
,
after
he
was
in
bed
,
there
were
voices
--
indefinite
,
fading
,
enchanting
--
just
outside
his
window
,
and
before
he
fell
asleep
he
would
dream
one
of
his
favorite
waking
dreams
,
the
one
about
becoming
a
great
half-back
,
or
the
one
about
the
Japanese
invasion
,
when
he
was
rewarded
by
being
made
the
youngest
general
in
the
world
.
It
was
always
the
becoming
he
dreamed
of
,
never
the
being
.
This
,
too
,
was
quite
characteristic
of
Amory
.
