AMERICA THE UNREAL, ^

a Jew. Each knew well what he was talking
about and a better conducted argument I have
seldom heard. Nothing in that line could be
more admirable than the way each of them met
and countered the other's points. The audience
also seemed quick of apprehension and never
failed to applaud a successful hit* A man, whom
I judged by his dress to be the conductor of a
street car, detaching himself from the group,
said to me as he went away, " I'd like to hear
the finish of that, but I can't stay. Guess that
foreign guy'll give the Jew hell before he's done "
—a remark in which I thought there was a trace
of racial animosity, for the Jew was holding his
ground very well, though, a priori, he stood for
the weaker side. Such was my first acquaintance
with the Spit and Argue Club in Pershing Square.
The next had a different ending.

It took place two days later* For some time I
wandered—if one can wander in so thickly
packed a crowd—from group to group, not
hearing anything that held me for long. Lind-
bergh's baby was going strong on several of the
benches; but I had heard enough about that
already. One man appeared to be discussing the
doctrine of Relativity, for I heard the names of
Einstein and Professor Millikan and something
about " measuring rods " and " the observer's
point of view." Some were advocating com-
munism amid heated opposition; but these seemed
to be foreigners and spoke their words with an