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design. But my employer and his wife took me out to a dairy lunch with them each noon, and indulgently they pointed me out to their friends on the teeming streets and said, "College kid." There has never been anything like the comraderie at noon in Garment Center, where the streets were used as sidewalks, and people shouting greetings back and forth.

My employers spent much time trying to [[strikethrough]] ta [[/strikethrough]] train me in their field, and encouragingly pressed a dollar bill now and then into my hand, but to no avail. I soon saw that I could not afford the work.

A Christmas check from my father, which was late in reaching me because I neglected to leave a forwarding address at Gramercy Park, came in time to tide me over while I found an apartment in Patchin Place -- a short deadend street lined with low houses and ailanthus trees; [[strikethrough]] am [[/strikethrough]] the apartment was unheated but the writers E.E. Cummings and John Cowper Powys lived there, so I was getting closer to the top.

Another change was that I kindly agreed to accept money from my father when I needed it, and I was true to my word. 

Then I got my first job reading proof on ^[[a set of]] galley sheets for a publisher. I hastily summoned a newspaper man I had met and he came over and taught me the proofreaders' symbols that evening. So I was on my way.

I remember tha[[strikethrough]]n[[/strikethrough]] ^[[t]] Vanguard Press handed out freelance work at nine on the mornings when they had any. I was there on the dot, making up in promptness what I lacked in experience.