ABSTRACT
In June 1944, I again I bumped into Dorly. She caught me up on who was going with whom, on the boys who had gone into the armed services, and on the couples that had gotten married. She let on that she was as disinterested in her classes at New York University as she had been in High School. That summer I was enrolled at City College’s from 8:00 A.M. to 10:00 A.M., thereby cutting down on diamond cutting, and was learning to type on two nights a week. Once again, Dorly urged me to come with her to Camp Midvale over the Fourth of July weekend.
