Well, here and there they may be some professors which knows more than Judy, but I'll tell the slant-eyed world I had the best-looking teacher in captivity, and that's a fact!
"I notice you don't go to the movies with Mr. Knockout Kelly and Mr. Shapiro any more at night," remarks Judy, after a minute.
"Judy," I says, "them babies don't want to get nowheres—I do! Let them play the movies, I'll stay home with my encyclopedia. Think of being able to get the low-down on stuff like Feudalism, The Spanish Inquisitives, Anaesthasia, Capital Punishment and Sponge Fishing, all in the same night! Can the movies tie that?"
But Judy's laughing again and that gets my animal.
"Listen," I says. "Maybe you think a leather pusher which spends his nights off studying this kind of stuff is a sap, because they will hardly ever be a time in the middle of a fight when the other scrapper will stop socking to ask: "What does feudalism mean, kid?" or anything like that. Well, I don't think I'm no sap for trying to make something out of myself, Judy. If I can't go to no university, I can at least get a homemade education and I can pick up a couple of pennants and a college yell anywheres!"
With that I get up and start out of the room, but Judy jumps up too, dropping the knitting on the floor and laying her hand on my arm.
"Indeed, I'm not laughing at your studying, Gale," she says seriously, making me turn around so's I'm facing her. "I—you have such a—a—funny way of
