Even the little boys at his Brooklyn public school teased gangling Arnold Baker. They made fun of him because he was 14 and still in the fifth grade, they shoved him about at recess time, shrilled derisive nicknames at him, called him "Big Boy," "Daddy Longlegs," "High-Pockets." Timid, lonely High-Pockets had a bad time of it. One day last week High-Pockets refused to go to school, again begged his mother to let him quit and go to work. When she went out, High-Pockets locked every door and window in the house, crawled up to...
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