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On the Horizon: Interfaith at Walla Walla
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My invitation to spend a week at Whitman College in Walla Walla, Washington, came as an emergency request from the Jewish Chautauqua Society. I was very tired and this sounded like the ideal vacation. A trifle cold up there for a Southern Californian, but in a snug hotel room with a plain telephone minus the rabbinical attachment that makes it explode into frantic peals of noise all through the day and night, I could withstand the weather. In one or two set speeches a day I could tell the students about the truths of Judaism and what nice people the Jews are. It added up to a well-earned rest. No question about it: I must respond to the call of duty and the JCS. I waved goodbye to my wife, clutched the brief case with the stock lectures, boarded the plane.
We put down in Walla Walla just ahead of what looked like an impending light flurry of snow. I received a message to call Mr. Sheldon, Dean of Men, and repaired to the Marcus Whitman Hotel to start my rest.
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