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Eve Drewelowe's journals, volumes II-III, 1950s
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As as already been informed, there were kind and nice individuals who had a great deal to do with helping to stake out the [delinications?] of the pathway along which I was + proved. Possibly they were more influential than they have ever known. Those whom already have been named and uncredited were first of all Prof P. C. Lapham, my high-school superintendent, followed by Prof [Cohades?] Atherton Cumming, my painting teacher - an inspiring character, idealistic and not too much impressed by the social evaluations of life. Dr. Charles Weller, the head of the History of Art Department, with whom I did special work after my graduations, and who became interested in my career. These overlapped a third, Dr Carol E Seashore - the noted psychologist who manifested an interest in me as a graduate student, and perhaps as an experiment. Who knows? Then later down through the interior of years marked the doctors at Mayo's, always ready as they were, with a benevolent hand when I needed it most to study me along the precarious way in which I have had to come. It is not possible to estimate what they have accomplished for me when the going was slippery, rocky, treacherous. The years when I needed help so desperately, how my recalcitrant stomach was taking its heavy toll and was draining so substantially my vital resources. I have leaned so burdensomely upon these good physicians for so long, and have handed over to them my worrysome problems with the utmost trust that they will be properly managed. These adroit sagacious individuals have been instrumental in instilling me with a supreme confidence in myself and in my native abilities - small though these may be, and failed though they may have been. They have encouraged me when life seemed nought else but reverses. There is a need within man - I suppose - to believe in something. The paramount
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As as already been informed, there were kind and nice individuals who had a great deal to do with helping to stake out the [delinications?] of the pathway along which I was + proved. Possibly they were more influential than they have ever known. Those whom already have been named and uncredited were first of all Prof P. C. Lapham, my high-school superintendent, followed by Prof [Cohades?] Atherton Cumming, my painting teacher - an inspiring character, idealistic and not too much impressed by the social evaluations of life. Dr. Charles Weller, the head of the History of Art Department, with whom I did special work after my graduations, and who became interested in my career. These overlapped a third, Dr Carol E Seashore - the noted psychologist who manifested an interest in me as a graduate student, and perhaps as an experiment. Who knows? Then later down through the interior of years marked the doctors at Mayo's, always ready as they were, with a benevolent hand when I needed it most to study me along the precarious way in which I have had to come. It is not possible to estimate what they have accomplished for me when the going was slippery, rocky, treacherous. The years when I needed help so desperately, how my recalcitrant stomach was taking its heavy toll and was draining so substantially my vital resources. I have leaned so burdensomely upon these good physicians for so long, and have handed over to them my worrysome problems with the utmost trust that they will be properly managed. These adroit sagacious individuals have been instrumental in instilling me with a supreme confidence in myself and in my native abilities - small though these may be, and failed though they may have been. They have encouraged me when life seemed nought else but reverses. There is a need within man - I suppose - to believe in something. The paramount
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