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Show 251 too short, I noticed with apprehension, but said nothing. He had worked so hard helping me. We fitted the backs and fronts together and bound them round and round with cloth soaked in the plaster mixture, so that it looked like a mummy. Finally, we poured the plaster, another four dishpans of it, too soon, for it leaked and ran on the floor and we had to make more. At last it was done and we went to bed. "The next morning, with the plaster set, we began to chip off the mold. It was harder than we thought and we had to use a chisel and hammer. Every time we hit with any kind of confidence the chisel bit deep into the form or knocked off a muscle. We began to watch and caution each other in fear. When a part came out without being marred it was a thrill, but when I hit the base of the female figure too hard the ankles broke. The neck also broke and the head rolled across the floor. He thought all was lost and left, unable to bear it any more. So did I, but found that I could mend both and began going over the exterior with plaster, mending the nicks, smoothing the rough places. When he came back he was surprised how well it looked. I had attached the female figure to the male at the shoulders, where the drape of the baby's shawl covered the joint. The whole statue was done, finished and we went to bed happy, although we had to wade through chunks of plaster up to our knees. " This sorry tale had a happy ending, though. Next morning Mr. Malin helped us take it to the University, where it was prominently placed by the hanging committee and received much favorable comment. I cleaned |