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UNFOLDING YEARS 37 In a residential school for the blind I laid the foundation of my education, character and habits. When I went out into the world of the seeing I felt like any young person looking for his place and his work. I have always mingled freely with the blind and have done all I could to advance their cause. At the same time I have had hosts of good friends among the sighted and have led a normal life among them. In fact, I have always thought that in the school where I passed my early years all types of people that I have known since were represented. And now I come to the last year of my school life. Our class still numbered nine as it had for the past few years. of the boys there were; James Muirhead, a very find young Scotchman, who had been my rival in class during all these years; Jim Yount a short good-natured Dutchman, who managed just to get by in his school work; and Frank Motz, of whom I have already spoken. Among the six girls were: Del Rhone whom I have already described ; Ida McCune of whom I was very fond; Nellie Van Hooser, somewhat crippled, but gifted in music; Phala Hinkley who had already shown considerable business ability; and Georgia Griffiths, a girl with partial sight. And now it as June again and we were holding class meetings preparing our commencement program. After some good-natured discussion, I was chosen to give the valedictory and him Muirhead the salutatory. At this Del immediately took exception. She said no one question my right to first place, but she should have had second honors. In point of hard work and general accomplishments I think she was right, but the class thought otherwise. Del lapsed into one of her silent moods and remained so through most of the days that followed. During that closing week my family gave my class a party one evening at my home. We relaxed sat around and ate ice cream and cake, and when I rather weakly attempted to arrange for necessary class meetings, they rebelled and refused to listen. Blanche arrived along with other old students for commencement week, On Sunday afternoon she
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UNFOLDING YEARS 37 In a residential school for the blind I laid the foundation of my education, character and habits. When I went out into the world of the seeing I felt like any young person looking for his place and his work. I have always mingled freely with the blind and have done all I could to advance their cause. At the same time I have had hosts of good friends among the sighted and have led a normal life among them. In fact, I have always thought that in the school where I passed my early years all types of people that I have known since were represented. And now I come to the last year of my school life. Our class still numbered nine as it had for the past few years. of the boys there were; James Muirhead, a very find young Scotchman, who had been my rival in class during all these years; Jim Yount a short good-natured Dutchman, who managed just to get by in his school work; and Frank Motz, of whom I have already spoken. Among the six girls were: Del Rhone whom I have already described ; Ida McCune of whom I was very fond; Nellie Van Hooser, somewhat crippled, but gifted in music; Phala Hinkley who had already shown considerable business ability; and Georgia Griffiths, a girl with partial sight. And now it as June again and we were holding class meetings preparing our commencement program. After some good-natured discussion, I was chosen to give the valedictory and him Muirhead the salutatory. At this Del immediately took exception. She said no one question my right to first place, but she should have had second honors. In point of hard work and general accomplishments I think she was right, but the class thought otherwise. Del lapsed into one of her silent moods and remained so through most of the days that followed. During that closing week my family gave my class a party one evening at my home. We relaxed sat around and ate ice cream and cake, and when I rather weakly attempted to arrange for necessary class meetings, they rebelled and refused to listen. Blanche arrived along with other old students for commencement week, On Sunday afternoon she
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