Last week a big, taffy-colored boy stood before a microphone on the stage of the auditorium of Jersey City's Henry Snyder High School. He grinned shyly, shuffled his feet, looked uneasily into some 3,000 beaming black and tan faces, listened to the applause of some 6,000 black and tan hands. When the applause subsided into a confused silence, he filled his great chest with air, pursed his huge lips, leaned toward the microphone, said nothing. Again he breathed deeply. Then he said tentatively: "I wish I could talk as loud as...
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