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Re: Isn't this site about art--was ultimate test

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Lincoln Arts (lincarts)
Sat, 10 Jul 1999 10:10:48 -0700


I agree with Rosa; there are many postings on this list that do not pertain
to our organization - so I use the handy-dandy delete key. (Besides,
wouldn't this pertain to the 'what is beauty' 'what is art' strings from a
few months ago :)

Keep 'em coming!

Jeanne

>It's not that I don't like sentimental stuff. I believe we want this to be
>a professional site about Art specificcaly and I think we should refrain
>from posting things that are not related to art. Otherwise, there's no
>etiquette as far as what cute things can posted.
>
>sal
>
>>
>> This is for all you romantic folks. It is about the true character of
>>people. Skip it if you don't like sentimental stuff.
>>
>>Marsha
>>
>>The Utimate Test
>>John Blanchard stood up from the bench
>>straightened his Army uniform, and studied the
>>crowd of people making their way through Grand
>>Central Station. He looked for the girl whose
>>heart he knew, but whose face he didn't, the girl
>>with the rose.
>>
>>
>>
>> His interest in her had begun thirteen months
>>
>> before in a Florida library. Taking a book off
>>
>> the shelf he found himself intrigued, not with
>>
>> the words of the book, but with the notes
>>
>> penciled in the margin. The soft handwriting
>>
>> reflected a thoughtful soul and insightful mind.
>>
>>In the front of the book, he discovered the
>>
>>previous owner's name, Miss Hollis Maynell. With
>>
>> time and effort he located her address. She lived
>>
>>in New York City.
>>
>>
>>
>>He wrote her a letter introducing himself and
>>
>> inviting her to correspond. The next day he was
>>
>>shipped overseas for service in World War II.
>>
>>During the next year and one month the two grew
>>
>>to know each other through the mail. Each letter
>>
>> was a seed falling on a fertile heart. A romance
>>
>> was budding. Blanchard requested a photograph,
>>
>> but she refused. She felt that if he really
>>
>>cared, it wouldn't matter what she looked like.
>>
>>
>>
>>When the day finally came for him to return from
>>
>>Europe, they scheduled their first meeting - 7:00
>>
>>PM at the Grand Central Station in New
>>
>>York. "You'll recognize me," she wrote, "by the
>>
>> red rose I'll be wearing on my lapel." So at
>>
>>7:00 he was in the station looking for a girl
>>
>>whose heart he loved, but whose face he'd never
>>
>>seen.
>>
>> I'll let Mr. Blanchard tell You what happened:
>>"A young woman was coming toward me, her figure long
>>
>>and slim. Her blonde hair lay back in curls from
>>
>>her delicate ears; her eyes were blue as flowers.
>>
>> Her lips and chin had a gentle firmness, and in
>>
>>her pale green suit she was like springtime come
>>
>>alive. I started toward her, entirely forgetting
>>
>>to notice that she was not wearing a rose. As I
>>
>>moved, a small, provocative smile curved her
>>
>>lips. "Going my way, sailor?" she murmured. Almost
>>
>>uncontrollably, I made one step closer to her,
>>
>> and then I saw Hollis Maynell.
>>
>>
>>
>> "She was standing almost directly behind the girl.
>>
>>A woman well past 40, she had graying hair tucked
>>
>> under a worn hat. She was more than plump, her
>>
>> thick-ankled feet thrust into low-heeled shoes.
>>
>> The girl in the green suit was walking quickly
>>
>> away. I felt as though I was split in two, so
>>
>> keen was my desire to follow her, and yet so deep
>>
>> was my longing for the woman whose spirit had
>>
>> truly companioned me and upheld my own. And there
>>
>> she stood. Her pale, plump face was gentle and
>>
>> sensible, her gray eyes had a warm and kindly
>>
>> twinkle. I did not hesitate. My fingers gripped
>>
>> the small worn blue leather copy of the book that
>>
>> was to identify me to her.
>>
>>
>>
>>This would not be love, but it would be something
>>
>>precious, something perhaps even better than
>>
>>love, a friendship for which I had been and must
>>
>> ever be grateful. I squared my shoulders and
>>
>>saluted and held out the book to the woman, even
>>
>> though while I spoke I felt choked by
>>
>>the bitterness of my disappointment. "I'm
>>
>>Lieutenant John Blanchard, and you must be Miss
>>
>>Maynell. I am so glad you could meet me; may I
>>
>>take you to dinner?" The woman's face broadened
>>
>>into a tolerant smile. "I don't know what this
>>
>> is about, son," she answered, "but the young
>>
>> lady in the green suit who just went by, she
>>
>> begged me to wear this rose on my coat. And she
>>
>> said if you were to ask me out to dinner, I
>>
>> should tell you that she is waiting for you in
>>
>> the big restaurant across the street. She said it
>> was some kind of test!"
>>
>>
>>It's not difficult to understand and admire Miss
>>
>>Maynell's wisdom. The true nature of a heart is
>>
>>seen in its response to the unattractive. "Tell
>>
>>me whom you love," Houssaye wrote, "And I will
>>
>>tell you who you are."
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