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UNFOLDING YEARS 29
my discomfiture, but secretly I felt sure he shared my anxiety. 
We eight students performers represented a faction in the school accused by the other side as "wanting to shine." So this night meant more than a public success; it meant a triumph for our side. We had many well-wishers among the students as well as some who felt otherwise. By this time it was known throughout the school that we were giving a play--but just who was in it was still a mystery. Toward evening the skies cleared. By eight o'clock the concert hall was filled. Everything went off beautifully, at least so far as the audience could judge. The town papers were generous in their priase; some said they had seen the play several times, but never better played. We felt quite well satisfied and repaid for all our hard work. Now years later, dramatics are being encouraged in all schools for the bline, but at that time such a thing was new and not even we recognized its potentialities. The members of the other faction in the school were rather silent, as we expected, but gradually their animosity which had kindled from nothing died out and was never revived. 
It was customary in our Literary Society to select someone to give a farewell address to the graduates, and that spring I was chosen for the purpose. I wrote a poem for the occasion which won me many compliments; although there were some who hinted that Blanche had written it for me. All too soon June arrived and graduation. Blanche gave the valedictory for her class and her school days were ended. Our parting was a real tragedy  in our young lives. She was going out into that mysterious world or which we had thought and talked so much. She had such high hopes and mine for her were even higher. We vowed eternal friendship and planned to write every other week, in New York Point, of course. How we blessed those magic dots which made it possible for us to tell each other just what was in our hearts without having it read by a third party! Let me say here that we kept up this correspondence as planned as long as we both lived.

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UNFOLDING YEARS 29 my discomfiture, but secretly I felt sure he shared my anxiety. We eight students performers represented a faction in the school accused by the other side as "wanting to shine." So this night meant more than a public success; it meant a triumph for our side. We had many well-wishers among the students as well as some who felt otherwise. By this time it was known throughout the school that we were giving a play--but just who was in it was still a mystery. Toward evening the skies cleared. By eight o'clock the concert hall was filled. Everything went off beautifully, at least so far as the audience could judge. The town papers were generous in their priase; some said they had seen the play several times, but never better played. We felt quite well satisfied and repaid for all our hard work. Now years later, dramatics are being encouraged in all schools for the bline, but at that time such a thing was new and not even we recognized its potentialities. The members of the other faction in the school were rather silent, as we expected, but gradually their animosity which had kindled from nothing died out and was never revived. It was customary in our Literary Society to select someone to give a farewell address to the graduates, and that spring I was chosen for the purpose. I wrote a poem for the occasion which won me many compliments; although there were some who hinted that Blanche had written it for me. All too soon June arrived and graduation. Blanche gave the valedictory for her class and her school days were ended. Our parting was a real tragedy in our young lives. She was going out into that mysterious world or which we had thought and talked so much. She had such high hopes and mine for her were even higher. We vowed eternal friendship and planned to write every other week, in New York Point, of course. How we blessed those magic dots which made it possible for us to tell each other just what was in our hearts without having it read by a third party! Let me say here that we kept up this correspondence as planned as long as we both lived.