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-57- in drawing. I was no sooner settled before she began helping me block out the courses in art that were available now. She pointed out that although it might be some time before I could devote myself entirely to painting, I could at least remain on the fringes of it by teaching art. Very soon, in these surroundings and with such friends, I was able to think about the University with a kind of detachment and I determined to make the best of the present and let the future take care of itself. The two years passed rapidly. I worked hard, learning as much as I could about painting and the use of color, but mainly on the subjects necessary to qualify for a teacher's certificate. Here I must make a confession. Incredible as it may sound, I was only remotely aware of the First World War. When the United States entered it in April 1917, I was passing through that period of emotional distress about the University and nothing else seemed to matter much. Uniforms began to appear on the streets. I knew young men who enlisted or were drafted into the Armed Forces but it did not occur to me that