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They're interested in your coming.”

There was perfect good will expressed by Nance toward them. He was a labor leader and said I needn't worry about them, because they were all provided for.

I had an acquaintance who had been in college with me who was at that time the President of the Spelman College for Negro girls, which was the women's division of Atlanta University, which is a Negro school. Her name was Florence M. Read. She'd been at Mt. Holyoke when I was there. She was a white woman, of course. I don't know how long she'd been President of Spelman College. I hadn't seen her much in recent years, perhaps met her on a train somewhere a few years earlier, but I knew she was the President of this college. Anyhow, it had all been in the Mt. Holyoke Quarterly and I know that she was there. She'd done a very good job and had an exceptional success as a college President. She lived, of course, on the campus, and, as I learned afterwards, nobody in Atlanta who was anybody knew her. How would you? She had gone out to Atlanta University and Atlanta University had to provide her with all of her friendships. She obviously couldn't know anybody else. But she never took on about that. She didn't at that time complain about it. She just took everything for granted and went ahead. She was making no protest about segregation.