THE Holidays were over and it was time
to go back to Yale, then located, as I have
said in a previous chapter, at Lancaster,
Pa. The first hazard was the Hudson River,
which was quite difficult to cross in those
days of no boats. I asked a handsome, big
traffic policeman how to set about it.

"Take the Desbrosses Street ferry," he
advised.

At Desbrosses Street and the River, how-
ever, I learned that no ferries were running
because no boats of any kind had yet been
invented. I found out afterwards that the
traffic policeman was none other than A. D.
Lasker, famous two years later as the de-
signer and builder of the first boat. At the
time he spoke to me, he was doubtless so
full of his dream of boats that he thought
they were already actually in existence.

On the corner of Hudson and Spring

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