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fit it into our cramped menage was left in limbo until it arrived.  In those young days, nothing seemed impossible.
  Now to meet Belle Boaz, the head of the art teachers department in the Teachers College, who would be my boss.  I made an appointment.  As the subway thundered northward toward 116th street, I glowed with anticipation for all that lay ahead.  Imagine being in New York! Imagine actually setting foot in all the places that had been only names in magazines and books until now!  I would work hard, to be sure, but I would also see the galleries and museums, go to the theatre, and explore the little restaurants in the Village.  The stream of consciousness turned to Belle Boaz when the train approached the Columbia campus.  I wondered what she would be like. 
 I found myself in her presence.  The interview was like a bucket of cold water thrown in my face.
  She was an imposing figure, tall, thin-faced,