He was a young man in the big city....

He was a young man in the big city. He was a young man in the biggest, the chiefly overwhelming city--and he was not overwhelmed. For papal court he strode across Fifth Avenue just before the light changed, and his head was up in the sharp strange York wind and he was thriving with the rock of Manhattan, in 1938 His leg were in extent and his legs were strong; there was no question about his legs; they were unmistakable in their duration and strength; they were as manful and dependable as any American machine, moving him across Fifth just in time, his brown shoe attaining the sidewalk without any