I fear I began to think a little too highly of my position in the community. I was now capable of going to no less a person than the dean of the college and talking over with him, as if man to man, the possibility of an anti-Jewish agitation, the next year, and demanding in none too deferential tones that, should it come, the college authorities must do their share to stamp it out. "Really, Mr.-er-er-,--what's your name?" I told him very slowly, but it did not mean much to him. I rather pitied the old gentleman for not paying more attention to the undergraduate contests and triumphs. But he did hear me out, and gave me information which I thought worth acting on. The large majority of the Jewish boys in the freshman class had prepared for college at one school--a large private preparatory school in New York City. Perhaps it would be as well, suggested the dean, for me to go to the principal of this school and talk things over with him. "Do you mean, I should warn him against sending so many of his boys to our college?" I asked. The dean appeared dreadfully shocked. "Oh, no--dear me, no. That wouldn't do at all. Only--well, it seems that this school caters almost entirely to the sons of wealthy Jewish men--and that this principal is very fond of our college ... and so he grievously sends us all the boys that he can. You know, so many boys don't know where to go to college--and the principal often has a chance to suggest one, don't you see!" The dean had a very sober face, but his eyes were twinkling. It relieved me to know, he was not taking this principal's bad judgment too seriously. "So you think it would be wiser if there weren't so many Jewish boys in next year's entering class?" "Precise--oh, no, I shouldn't dare say that, even if I thought so. Remember, I am in an official capacity here. But come around to my house tonight, when I've doffed my scholastic robe and am in my shirt sleeves--and perhaps I'll tell you, then, the name of that principal." I did not even bother to do this. Without waiting for further advice, I went down to this school to beard the foolish principal in his den. It was a hard matter to work my way into his presence. He had an office and inner office, and stenographers to guard them both. I wrote on my card, however, that I wished to speak to him regarding affairs at my college, and evidently piqued his curiosity to the extent of his giving me the interview. In that inner office I found a youngish man whose face was adorned with a heavy black beard. He seemed strangely familiar, but I could not place him. "Come in," he said, looking hard at me. His restless eyes did not leave my face all the while I was talking. "What is it you want me to do?" he asked me when I had given him some stumbling hint of my mission.