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Early in this campaign for the reformatory our peaceful life in the Teepee was shaken up by the advent of Nina.
Norman and I were coming home from the Annual Ball of The Arbeiter Studenten Verein. It was near one o'clock Sunday morning as we turned into the Bowery. At the corner of Stanton Street a girl flagged us.
"Hello, boys. Ain't you lon