After eating "on the street" for 6 months or more, I joined Wilson Lodge in 1959. Important members of the class of 1961 - not just the small band of evangelists, nutcases, and a few others who ate on the street - forced the university to offer dining and some social facilities for students who did not want to join a club during their junior and senior years. I loved Wilson Lodge. It was an intellectual nirvana, far from the anti-intellectual and antisemitic atmosphere of the clubs. I especially enjoyed being able to invite faculty members for dinner or to sign up to sit with them during dinner.
One weekend morning, while snow was on the ground, I was asked at brunch whether I would like to participate in a boycott of Woolworth's, just across Nassau Street from the Lodge, because they refused to serve blacks at their lunch counter. I declined the invitation, but noted later that a group of "townies" and members of Cannon Club had beaten the protesters and destroyed their signs. This was the first civil rights activity I was personally aware of. Subsequently, I organized a group to integrate the Johns Hopkins Medical Institutions and participated in several sit-in demonstrations in Baltimore.