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Show 198 Michael Angelo. There were statues to see, Venus de Milo, a grizly head of John the Baptist on a platter, I don't know whose work. It was exciting just to be there. When I had finished a piece (he started me on bas relief) he showed me how to cast it in plaster of paris, after which I reworked the clay and started a new piece. I stayed in a boarding house until my money ran out, which, to my surprise, was in November. Now I had to find part-time work to keep me going and tried being an usherette in a theater, a waitress around the corner from the boarding house, and didn't last at either job. I felt superior to both jobs, wouldn't take tips, wouldn't flirt, wouldn't accept attentions from the male customers, so I was fired. Lucy Van Cott was the Dean of Women. Aunt Lucy, we called her. I went to see her. "Do you have enough money to pay your room?" she asked pointedly. I told her exactly how much I had. About enough for another month. "Now,"she said, screwing up her eyes. "You pay your room rent, but don't eat! You can work in the U. cafeteria for an hour and a half at noon. That will give you a forty cent meal. But don't you eat forty cent's worth. You eat a twenty-five cent meal. Take a sandwich home for supper and an apple for breakfast. " I did as she told me and survived on my money another month. Living in a boarding house presented another problem. Men. Girls do not usually live in boarding houses, but men do. I had hard work getting |