That summer I went to work in Narragansett, Rhode Island at a favorite spot for vacation employment for Blacks. When I was fourteen, Ben had gotten me a job there as a kitchen boy. But this summer I worked alongside him as a waiter. One of the persons he introduced me to was Fritz Pollard of Brown University. At that time, he was the only Black playing football for an Ivy League college. We easily became friends.

That fall I entered Rutgers University. (And by the way, Fritz, whom I had just met a few months earlier, became my football opponent. In 1916 he also became the first Black to be named an All-American football player, and that following year I was named the second.)