Through a growing friendship with Jack Sharpe, the president of the National Canadian Youth, he became a fixture around the club and attended most of the meetins, dancers and smokers held in the club rooms. Jack had told him that only his age was a barrier to his becoming an officer.
He was now convinced that the foreigners and Jews were to blame for the Depression, and as a member of the club he had boycotted a large West-End swimming pool all summer because the owners let it be used by the dirty, greasy kikes.
He had tried to win over the other members of his family, but his father, for one, dismissed his arguments as immature.
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