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7Ignoring Became

The day came; I took a bus to the Port Authority terminal in New York and walked to the offices of the Social Science Research Council. I expected to be taken to a restaurant, but Dr. Herring asked me if it was all right to have sandwiches in the office. Of course I agreed. We chatted for five or ten minutes until Dyke Brown arrived. He was a tall, handsome, enthusiastic man. I learned that he was a lawyer and in charge of the Public Affairs Program at the Ford Foundation. We talked for nearly an hour, mostly about delinquency and crime, which neither Brown nor Pendleton Herring, a political scientist, knew much about; they asked questions and I did my best to answer them. I was baffled as to why I had been invited. Lunch over, Dyke Brown shook my hand and rushed off to a meeting, saying that he enjoyed our conversation. After he left, I do not recall that Herring cleared up the mystery of my invitation, although he may have mentioned that the Ford Foundation was considering a new program in delinquency prevention.