ON PARK ROW
My attitude to our two magazines now changed. Medical journalism seemed tame compared to the adventure and significance of Damaged Goods. I realized too that I should have a medical background for medical journalism. I thought longingly of returning to Paris, where, I told myself, I would gain new perspectives. I had earned enough money for a trip from my three concurrent jobs: editor of the Gazette, secretary of the Sociological Fund and tutor to teen-age boys on walking trips to New York parks on my day off. Each job paid twenty-five dollars a week; seventy-five dollars was a good income at that time for a twenty-two-year-old.
I piloted a fifteen-year-old boy to Europe in return for free passage and a small stipend, delivered ...