The autobiography of a woman; by Waldorfia
Yes, when I was a pretending busboy, that was the point when my father gave me the unrequested advice regarding “fool’s faces.” He thought that I needed something to occupy my time. College would fill the bill. He held a professorship at Cornell University and decided that I should attend a school nearby. His choice was Wells in Aurora.
It was a prescient choice. I was a natural leader at Wells. Don’t confuse that with scholastic leaders; Wells always had plenty of those. My leadership could be seen in sports and social groups. I was pleased to be noticed when I pitched for the softball team. I was also pleased to be noticed in the various bars in College Town in Ithaca.
Of course, I had to pay close attention to my father’s schedules. It would be disastrous if he found me frolicking in College Town.