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Riis, Jacob A., 1849-1914

"The Making of an American"

Not at all. It was conviction--the
conviction that shapes events and the world to its ends. I know
what I am talking about. If any one doubts it, and thinks his a
worse case than mine, let him try my plan. If he cannot muster up
courage to do it, it is the best proof in the world that she was
right in refusing him.
To return to my chum; he, on his part, rose to the height even of
"going out," but not with me. There was a physical obstacle to
that. We had but one coat between us, a turned black kersey, worn
very smooth and shiny also on the wrong side, which I had bought
of a second-hand dealer in Philadelphia for a dollar. It was our
full-dress, and we took turns arraying ourselves in it for the
Dexterville weekly parties. These gatherings interested me chiefly
as outbreaks of the peculiar American humor that was very taking to
me, in and out of the newspapers. Dancing being tabooed as immoral
and contaminating, the young people had recourse to particularly
energetic kissing games, which more than made up for their deprivation
on the other score.


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