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very hard to represent in clay. Everybody was very much excited about Marion's statue and [sup]especially[sup] that clay cloak flying in the wind. It was generally felt that Montezuma was quite remarkable for a third-grade child and that it should be taken down to The Art Institute to see if it could be cast. As I remember, this was done, but somehow the cloak came back thicker, less wafery and in the end Montezuma looked more like a bat than an Inca. It was too bad.

    As a beginner, my outward life was quieter

and more commonplace, it began a little little later in the morning with poppy seed rolls, still hot from the neighboring bakery eaten at the round table in the dining room. Above the ? of that polished red mahogany table hung a green glass shade which cast its comfortable Victorian light in a wide circle below. I lost track of that milky green lampshade when we moved away from the State Street house and it was not until some 20 years later a long time afterward that I saw