Then he crept up the stone stairs behind the drapery shop at the Co-op., and peeped in the reading-room. Usually one or two men were there, either old, useless fellows, or colliers on the club.

What you get is a happy professoriat and good grades.

Suddenly feeling his “niggerdom” in a white environment, he determined to live in a black society.

Did you score tickets for the concert?