FUN AND FINANCE OF BOYHOOD 23 



Wall Street had been to me a name to conjure 

 with like "Sesame" of Ali Baba, but at Andover 

 I made friends in the flesh of those who spoke 

 of it familiarly and flippantly as of ordinary 

 mundane existence. Yet when one of them told 

 me of a broker he knew who had made as much 

 as a hundred dollars in a single day I would have 

 advised him to join the Ananias Club, if that fa- 

 mous organization had then existed. 



I entered Phillips Academy in September, 

 1856, a few days before Uncle Sam Taylor re- 

 turned from his six months' crusade to the Holy 

 Land. I promptly presented my credentials, 

 and then learned, what my fellow alumni may 

 not credit, that beneath that austere exterior 

 throbbed a heart filled with human sympathy. 

 During our symposium as we discussed what the 

 Carolina Governors were going to say to one an- 

 other, Uncle Sam produced a bottle and urged 

 me to drink freely. He assured me that the bot- 

 tle contained the oldest known beverage and that 

 he had himself filled it from the Dead Sea. 



