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You Won't Be Sutibbed

AROUND ME, a bright-mufAered throng of winter-sports en;: thusiasts loafed in the white Adirondack sunshine. Lean ski jumpers puffed at blunt brown pipes; bobsledders tossed challenges and snowballs at each other; wind-burned debutantes basked in deck chairs. The thin northern air crackled with frost and gaiety; everyone was having fun.
That is, everyone but me. The deck chair beside me was vacant, yet no one sat down in it. For years, no one ever did sit down by me voluntarily. For some reason I had always been unable to draw other human beings into warm personal contacts.
But the whole picture changed on that snow-brilliant day when David Jessup sat down in the deck chair beside me. I had particularly observed this man; it was a joy to watch him approach a stranger and melt the icy cellophane that most human beings come wrapped in. I envied him his easy approach to others, yet I would have gone to my grave (so stern were the proprieties of my New England upbringing) before speaking to him or any stranger first.
But evidently my high-fenced reserve was no barrier to Jessup, for he turned his friendly gray eyes on me, and smiled with genuine good nature. There were no inanities about the weather, no selfconscious preliminaries. Like a man imparting news of interest to an old friend, he said without tension or embarrassment: -I saw you watching that bronzed chap mending his snowshoes. He's the Rhodes Scholar from New York. He stroked the Cornell crew last year and was president of the debating club besides. Don't you think he's a splendid type to represent American youth at Oxford?"
Jessup's opening remarks led us at once into a discussion of Cecil Rhodes' dream of cementing Anglo-American friendship. From that take-off, our talk continued through many fields of common

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