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building she would transfix it lecherously with a big blue marking pencil. "Stop!" she would shout in her in-im-it-able what's that? in-im-it-able way, in her in-im-it-able way. Jesus! That's wonderful - in her in-im!" One day we took a very long walk, stopping on our way home to call on friends of Anzia's in a house which smelled like Warsaw. Something seemed to have gone wrong there and Anzia explained that her cousin had been served with a summons to explain his non-support of one of the children who was in a public institution. "He can't support the baby in that sanitarium because he hasn't any money, but he don't speak English and he needs somebody to go with him to court that can talk good English." The din stopped suddenly and they all seemed to be staring at me. My heart swelling with desire for social justice, I accepted the implied ? and agreed to meet the little Jewish taylor on [?E 5th?] Street outside the Courthouse at eight-fifteen in the morning, to see that it was done