I never saw this great-uncle, but I'm supposed to look like him with special reference to the rather hard-boiled painting that hangs in fathers office. I graduated from New Haven in 1915, just a quarter of a century after my father, and a little later I participated in the that delayed Teutonic migration known as the Great War. I enjoyed the counter-raid so thoroughly that I came back restless. Instead of being the warm center ot the world, the Middle West now seemed like the ragged edge of the universe-so I decided to go East and  learn the bond buisness. Everybody I knew was in the bond buisness, so I supposed it could support one more single man. All my aunts and uncles talked it over as if they were choosing a prep school for me, and finally said, "Why  ye-es," with very grave, hesitant faces. Father agreed to finance me for a year, and after various delays I came East, permanently, I thought, in the spring of twenty-two.

     I chose this paragrph because it stuck out to me as one of the key peices to his past. In just this small section you find that he was in the first World War, that he graduated at New Haven in 1915 and you find that heis story takes place 94 years ago. All this tells me that this is a very important chunk of information.