TALKS WITH A KID BROTHER
looking about at the impressive Wall Street office.
Then the soft, thin voice replied: "Mr. Haskell, I don't suppose you remember this but I have never forgotten it. One day when I first arrived at college I was passing inoffensively down the street, minding my business and not saying a word to anybody. You stuck your head out of an eating-club window and said to me, without a smile or any introduction, 'You dd Freshman!' Do you remember?"
"No, I don't recall it," said Haskell, laughing uncomfortably.
"I do." He had resolved to revenge himself some day. This seemed to be the day, so he said, "Mr. Haskell, when would you care to get to work?"
Haskell took the position, and they eventually became the best of friends.
Now, it isn't necessary for me to remind you how I should feel if I heard of a brother of mine deliberately "getting in with" anybody for what he could "get out of it." That is the limit—not so much because of
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