All of it went, rather more fluently than
had the original fifteen. Frugal though he could be in normal
expenditures, the rental of his little but fashionably situated
apartment, his new club expenses, his polo outfit, and his occasional
associations with the after-theater clique, which centered at The Avon,
caused the debit column to mount with astonishing facility. Furthermore,
through his Western associations he had an opportunity to pick up two
half-broken polo ponies at bargain prices. He had practically decided to
buy them. Their keep would be a serious item. He must have more money.
How to get it? Harder work was the obvious answer. Labor had no terrors
for Banneker. Mentally he was a hardened athlete, always in training.
Being wise and self-protective, he did no writing on his day off. But
except for this period of complete relaxation, he gave himself no
respite. Any morning which did not find him writing in his den, after a
light, working breakfast, he put in at the Library near by, insatiably
reading economics, sociology, politics, science, the more serious
magazines, and always the news and comments of the day. He was possessed
of an assertive and sane curiosity to know what was going on in the
world, an exigence which pressed upon him like a healthy appetite, the
stimulus of his hard-trained mental condition.
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