ABSTRACT
Mr. Fish spoke for thirty minutes and, from what I could observe, seemed to have favorably impressed most of the audience with his interesting account of the history and principles of communism. Towards the close of his speech, when Mr. Fish was describing the activities of alien communists in the U.S., a person sitting apart from the rest of the students in the rear of the room suddenly exclaimed, "It's a lie!" I sprang to my feet, cries
of "Put him out!" came from the audience, and Mr. Fish came to a full stop. He made a gesture as if to leave the platform. I stepped forward, asked Mr. Fish to take my chair, called the meeting to order, and demanded that the person who had insulted Mr. Fish make a formal apology and withdraw. He flung back that he wasn't a student at N.Y.U., wanted to know "who I was anyway," and muttered something about "not being able to stand it anymore." Thereupon I told him that he had no business at the meeting, that as an outsider he was trespassing on school property, and ordered him out. Several members of the club made for him, but still talking incoherently to himself, he left of his own accord. He neither looked nor spoke nor acted like a N.Y.U. stUdent. Although I afterwards made inquiries, I could find no one who knew him.
