TO MR. AND MRS. NICHOLAS F. BRADY WHOSE SOCIOLOGICAL ACTIVITIES HAVE BROUGHT THE SPIRIT OF KNIGHTHOOD INTO MANY HOMES THIS VOLUME IS RESPECTFULLY DEDICATED
IT was late November and a little snowhad fallen. Three boys were on theirway down Park Avenue to school—theRegal High. One of the boys, Frank Mulvy,carried his lunch in his pocket. He did notlive far away, but his mother was to be out forthe day and had put up a lunch for him. Asthe boys came down the avenue, an old manwhom they had never seen before, met them.He asked them for a few cents to get somethingto eat. It happened that none of theboys had any money. They told him so, andpassed on. The man gave them a searchinglook and groaned.
When the boys had gone a block and turnedthe corner at Gody's drug store, Frank Mulvymade an excuse to loiter a moment, and then[4]turning quickly, ran up the avenue.