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The Comanche Club
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In 1928, when I was nine, I belonged to an organization known as the Comanche Club. Every schoolday afternoon at three o'clock, twenty-five of us Comanches were picked up by our Chief outside the boys' exit of the school, on 109th Street near Amsterdam Avenue. We then pushed our way into the Chief's reconverted commercial bus, and he drove us ( according to his financial arrangement with our parents) over to Central Park. The rest of the afternoon we played football or baseball. Rainy afternoons, the Chief took us either to the Museum of Natural History or to the Metropolitan Museum of Art. Saturdays and most national holidays, the Chief picked us up early in the morning and drove us out from Manhattan into the wide open spaces of Van Cortland's park or the Palisades. If we had athletics on our minds, we went to Van Cortland, where the playing fields were good size and where we could not meet a baby carriage or an old lady with a cane. If our Comanche hearts were set on camping, we went over to the Palisades. When he was not with the Chomanches, the chief was John Gedsudski, of States Island. He was an extremely shy, gentle young man of twenty-two of three, a law student at N.Y.U and altogether a very memorable person. He was a fair umpire at all our sporting events, a master fire builder, and an expert first-aid man. Everyone of us, from the smallest to the biggest, loved and respected him. Every afternoon, when it got dark enough for a losing team to stop playing, we Comanches relied heavily and selfishly on the Chief's talent for storytelling. By that hour we were usually an extremely tired group of boys and fought each other - either with our first or our shrill voices - for the seats in the bus nearest the Chief. The Chief climbed into the bus only after we had settled down. Then, in his modulated tenor voice, gave us the new part of 'The Laughing Man'. Once he started narrating, our interest grew. 'The Laughing Man' was just the right story for a Comanche. (adapted from J.D. Salinger "The Laughing Man')
