The seven letters were forever floating before my eyes. They
were a magic group, a magic whisper.
Matilda was to hear of me as a college man. What would she say?
"What do you want City College for?" Jake would argue. "Why not
take up medicine at once?"
"Once I am to be an educated man I want to be the genuine
article," I would reply
Every bit of new knowledge I acquired aroused my enthusiasm. I
was in a continuous turmoil of exultation
My plan of campaign was to keep working until I had saved up six
hundred dollars, by which time I was to be eligible to admission
to the junior class of the College of the City of New York,
commonly known as City College, where tuition is free. The six
hundred dollars was to last me two years--that is, till graduation,
when I might take up medicine, engineering, or law. During the
height of the cloak season I might find it possible to replenish my
funds by an occasional few days at the sewing-machine, or else it
ought not to be difficult to support myself by joining the army of
private instructors who taught English to our workingmen at their
homes
The image of the modest college building was constantly before
me.
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