This sally brought the house down utterly. The boys hooted and cat-called and stamped again....
Emma Silverman laughed till the tears streamed down her face....
During the four days she remained in Laurel her lectures were crowded.
Walking up the hill one day, I overtook Professor Wilton, under whom I had studied botany, and whom I liked, knowing he was sincere and had spoken the incredible though absolute truth.
"That woman, that anarchist friend of yours, Gregory, is a coarse woman!"
I rose to Emma's defence ... but he kept repeating ... "no, no ... she is nothing but a coarse, depraved woman."
At my instigation, the Sig-Kaps gave an afternoon tea for her. And I was proud to act as her introducer. The boys liked her. She was like a good gale of wind to the minds and souls of us.