I was gradually realizing that the average man or woman was full
of all sorts of false notions
CHAPTER IV I ENROLLED in a public evening school. I threw
myself into my new studies with unbounded enthusiasm. After all,
it was a matter of book-learning, something in which I felt at
home. Some of my classmates had a much better practical
acquaintance with English than I, but few of these could beast the
mental training that my Talmud education had given me. As a
consequence, I found things irksomely slow. Still, the teacher--a
young East Side dude, hazel-eyed, apple-faced, and girlish of
feature and voice--was a talkative fellow, with oratorical
proclivities, and his garrulousness was of great value to me. He
was of German descent and, as I subsequently learned from
private conversations with him, his mother was American-born,
like himself, so English was his mother-tongue in the full sense of
the term. He would either address us wholly in that tongue, or
intersperse it with interpretations in labored German, which,
thanks to my native Yiddish, I had no difficulty in understanding.
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