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Henry Moskowitz, on the other hand, had been an East Side boy of a very poor family, but one that had certain cultural traditions. I've forgotten what they were, but the tradition in his family was that they came from intellectual stock in the old countries. Whether it was the rabbi or the cantor, I don't remember. Whether there had been a professor in the family or not, I don't remember. But Henry Moskowitz, anyhow, was a very bright, very intelligent boy, who had somehow got this tradition of culture in his family. He believed in education. But he wasn't one of these narrow-eyed, thick-glassed intellectuals. He was a jolly, round, smiling man - blond, blue-eyed, laughing a great deal, with a quick sense of humor and wit. He used to say, “I'm supposed to be a philosopher. I have studied philosophy. I am a doctor of philosophy. But I can never be a philosopher. People will not believe I am a philosopher because I laugh.” That was almost true. He could lay out a learned philosophical dissertation, but then in private conversation he would laugh about it, although he was very learned in philosophy, as well as in a number of other subjects.

In the course of his education - and I don't know all the details of this, because it was all over by the time I met him and I only know this as it would pop up in conversation