F Scott Fitzgerald

The Diamond as Big as the Ritz F Scott Fitzgerald

John T. Unger came from a family that had been well known in Hades-a small town on the Mississippi River-for several generations. John's father had held the amateur golf championship through many a heated contest; Mrs. Unger was known "from hot-box to hot-bed," as the local phrase went, for her political addresses; and young John T. Unger, who had just turned sixteen, had danced all the latest dances from New York before he put on long trousers. And now, for a certain time, he was to be away from home. That respect for a New England education which is the bane of all provincial places, which drains them yearly of their most promising young men, had seized upon his parents. Nothing would suit them but that he should go to St. Midas's School near Boston-Hades was too small to hold their darling and gifted son. Now in Hades-as you know if you ever have been there-the names of the more fashionable preparatory schools and colleges mean very little.