he swede. During the war years, when I was still a

grade school boy, this was a magical name in our Newark

neighborhood, even to adults just a generation removed

from the city\'s old Prince Street ghetto and not yet so

flawlessly Americanized as to be bowled over by the

prowess of a high school athlete. The name was magical;

so was the anomalous face. Of the few fair-complexioned

Jewish students in our prepon```