“Not often, but there was no way of proving to dad’s satisfaction that I
mightn’t, you see
“Not often, but there was no way of proving to dad’s satisfaction that I
mightn’t, you see. And then, once when we went to a Summer resort down
in Maine there was a chap there, a great, big six-footer of a fellow,
who used to be wheeled around on a reclining chair. He’d got his in
football. And that rather scared me, I guess. Not so much on my account
as on dad’s. I knew he’d be pretty well disappointed if he paid for my
school and college courses and in return got only an invalid in a
wheel-chair.”