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- 96 - The ceremony seemed somewhat impersonal. It foreshadowed the time when the operations of a vast University would be even more automated. So ended my University years, warm, rich and fruitful beyond all anticipation. Still I was glad to be finished. Long since, I had turned my eyes toward New York, the art capital of America and the center of the textile industry. I looked forward to entering the University there. It would be the next step in the education of a would-be weaver and designer. On to New York!