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AMORY, SON OF BEATRICE
SPIRES AND GARGOYLES
THE EGOTIST CONSIDERS
NARCISSUS OFF DUTY
THE DEBUTANTE
EXPERIMENTS IN CONVALESCENCE
YOUNG IRONY
THE SUPERCILIOUS SACRIFICE
THE EGOTIST BECOMES A PERSONAGE

stared at the other freshmen, who sat either in small groups looking 

very ill at ease, or in large groups seeming very much at home. 

 

"I hear Commons is pretty bad," said Amory. 

 

"That's the rumor. But you've got to eat there--or pay anyways." 

 

"Crime!" 

 

"Imposition!" 

 

"Oh, at Princeton you've got to swallow everything the first year. It's 

like a damned prep school." 

 

Amory agreed. 

 

"Lot of pep, though," he insisted. "I wouldn't have gone to Yale for a 

million." 

 

"Me either." 

 

"You going out for anything?" inquired Amory of the elder brother. 

 

"Not me--Burne here is going out for the Prince--the Daily Princetonian, 

you know." 

 

"Yes, I know." 

 

"You going out for anything?" 

 

"Why--yes. I'm going to take a whack at freshman football." 

 

"Play at St. Regis's?" 

 

"Some," admitted Amory depreciatingly, "but I'm getting so damned thin." 

 

"You're not thin." 

 

"Well, I used to be stocky last fall." 

 

"Oh!" 

 

After supper they attended the movies, where Amory was fascinated by the 

glib comments of a man in front of him, as well as by the wild yelling 

and shouting. 

 

"Yoho!" 

 

"Oh, honey-baby--you're so big and strong, but oh, so gentle!" 

 

"Clinch!" 

 

"Oh, Clinch!" 

 

"Kiss her, kiss 'at lady, quick!" 

 

"Oh-h-h--!" 

 

A group began whistling "By the Sea," and the audience took it up 

noisily. This was followed by an indistinguishable song that included 

much stamping and then by an endless, incoherent dirge. 

 

 

"Oh-h-h-h-h 

She works in a Jam Factoree 

And--that-may-be-all-right 

But you can't-fool-me 

For I know--DAMN--WELL 

That she DON'T-make-jam-all-night! 

Oh-h-h-h!" 

 

As they pushed out, giving and receiving curious impersonal glances, 

Amory decided that he liked the movies, wanted to enjoy them as the row 

of upper classmen in front had enjoyed them, with their arms along the 

backs of the seats, their comments Gaelic and caustic, their attitude a 

mixture of critical wit and tolerant amusement. 

 

"Want a sundae--I mean a jigger?" asked Kerry. 

 

"Sure." 

 

They suppered heavily and then, still sauntering, eased back to 12. 


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