I knew something of its orthodox Talmudists, but
scarcely anything of its modern men of letters, poets, thinkers,
humorists, whether they wrote in Yiddish, in Hebrew, in Russian,
or in English. If I took an occasional look at the socialist Yiddish
daily it was chiefly to see what was going on in the Cloak-makers'
Union. Otherwise I regarded everything that was written for the
East Side with contempt, and "East Side writer" was synonymous
with "greenhorn" and "tramp." Worse than that, it was identified
in my mind with socialism, anarchism, and trade-unionism. It was
something sinister, absurd, and uncouth
But Miss Tevkin was a beautiful girl, nevertheless. So I pitied her
for being the daughter of an East Side writer
The tennis game did not last long. Miss Tevkin and her companion
soon went indoors. I went out for a stroll by myself. I was thinking
of my journey to Tannersville the next morning. The enforced loss
of time chafed me. Of the strong impression which the tall girl
had produced on me not a trace seemed to have been left.
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