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iey left for tuition," he explained. "So I got out on highway and started hiking. Across the desert I rode
I tramps in a box car. Finally I got to college. I paid ?ar's tuition in advance, and then I was broke again,
I was a Freshman at last ! I strutted around the pus as if I owned the place. I thought all day how
II it was to be a college man. And then the sun went Pn. Where was I going to sleep? How could I eat?
alized that I could starve handsomely long before I ( my Phi Beta Kappa key !"
[ le slept that night on the chill bleachers at the athletic |iL In the morning, numb with cold, he saw the warm u rise and realized that he must find work. He waited plront of the college drugstore until it opened, nearly pie hours later.
lie didn't get a job there. He could work only at night lid there must be time for study. Then, too, whoever B>loyed him must stake him to food and rent until his ■ pay day. In return, he was willing to do anything, persistently he approached every unlocked store, until illy he found one man who could use his eager services, ■had to be at work at five p. m. and stay until two the Bt morning. His duties were to keep the store clean I the shelves of merchandise in order. He would be Hived to sleep and study among the crates and boxes
He bids his wife and son goodnight as he leaves for the studio to announce one of his successful programs for the network.
in the rear of the store, and he could eat any of the already opened bulk materials. Gladly, thankfully, he accepted and rushed off to make a ten o'clock class, two miles away.
Even before five o'clock Harry returned. His first day's chores kept him busy until after three o'clock the next morning. He slept in the store, lived on dried fish, prunes, and loose, broken crackers. He studied hard. He arranged his schedule so that there would be time to try out for the Freshman team.
And it was football that nearly ruined his life. It did bring to an abrupt end the college career he had worked so hard to get. "I worked all night and attended classes all day," he told me. "I guess my resistance got pretty low. I know my nerves soon were shot. I guess maybe I just couldn't take it."
Anyone but Harry would have realized that he was overdoing. But there was no one there to warn him — no one to stop him, except Fate. And when they carried his limp, broken body from the field, to the victim alone it was a surprise.
To the kind German in the little store, who for months had watched his young helper fighting life alone, it was something he had long expected — and feared.
He came to see the boy in the (Continued on page 74)
Von Zell announces the National Amateur Sunday night program as Ray Perkins, popular master of ceremonies, stands by.