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As I wrote you sometime ago, I had very much hoped to be present at the Red Cloud3 commencement exercises this year. I had
made all my plans to go west about the first of May, and u
hntil a few days ago, confidently expected to be at home by the time the
school year closed.
Within the last two or three days, however, I have seen that instead of turning westward I must face in the opposite direction, and that very soon. I am sailing immediately for London4 to attend to some business matters5 there.
Since you asked me to go on the commencement program, I had expected to get something ready for you on my way west, but my hurried departure will not leave me time to= prepare any sort of paper to send you. I would be glad to write something on the way over and send it back to you, but the time would be so short that in all probability anything mailed from England6 would not reach you before the 19th. Let me thank you for the invitation and ask you to express to the Board of Education my regret at being unable to accept it.
Since I cannot be present, therefore, I will ask you to let this letter represent me, if you see fit7.
I have been interested in the Red Cloud schools
for many years, and have kept in touch with them through so many brothers8 and sisters9, that to think about them and wish
them well has become a mental habit. I could not forget the schools if I tried; they
play a part in many of my happiest memories, and some of my truest friends have been
closely connected with them. If I had no other reason to love the schools of my own
town--and I have many others--I should always love them because of Mr.10 and Mrs. A. K.
Goudy11 and Mr.12 and Mrs. O. C. Case13. When my father14 first moved into Red Cloud from his ranch,
and I was taken to the old high school building to be entered as a pupil in the Red
Cloud schools15, Mrs. Case--then Miss
King--was principal, add she was the first person who interviewed the new county pupil. She had a
talk with me up in the old bell room. I remember her well as a stalwart young woman
with a great deal of mirth in her eyes and avery sympathetic, kin
I was placed in a class in Miss Gertrude Sherer’s16 room. I do not remember much about what went on during my first day in school, but that afternoon I brought away three distinct impressions that Trix Miaer17 was the prettiest little girl I had ever seen, that Margie Miner18 was so jolly I wanted awefully to know her, and that eddie Emigh19 never looked at his book because he was always looking at Trix.
The next year Miss King was made principal of the South Ward School,20 and I was a pupil in her A. grade. I am very sure that Miss King was the first person whom I ever cared a great deal for outside of my own family. I had been in her class only a few weeks when I wanted more than any thing else in the world to please her. During the rest of that year, when I succeeded in pleasing her I was quite happy; when I failed to please her there was only one thing I cared about and that was to try again and make her forget my mistakes. I have always looked back on that year as one of the happiest I ever spent.
After I left Miss King’s room she became County Cuperintendent. As I went on through the high school she always helped and advised me; she even tried very hard to teach me algebra at night, but not even Miss King--who could do almost anything--could do that.
After I went away to the State University there came a year or two when I was so taken up with new things and people, and so much excited about my work in Lincoln21, that I saw comparatively little of my old friends. Just before I went away to school Miss King had married Mr. Case and when I began to see a good deal of my old friends again, I learned to care for Mr. Case almost as much as for his wife.
I believe I am not the only graduate of the Red Cloud schools whose courage Mr. and Mrs. Case revived time and again. I believe that all the boys and girls whom they helped will agree with me that one of the things best worth while in life is to keep faith with those two friends of ours who gave us their confidence. In the lon summer evenings Mr. Case and his wife used to sit on the front porch22 behind the vines and the little maple trees and plan out useful and honorable futures for the Red Cloud boys and girls. There is nothing for us to do now but to try to realize those generous dreams of theirs.
I can scarcely realize that it has been nineteen years since I stood on the stage in the Red Cloud opera house with two little boys--if I remember rightly we all three looked like little boys23--and made my Commencement speech24. Let me warn the graduates of 1909 that the next nineteen years will go so quickly that they won’t have time to turh around in them.
Tne thing I best remember about my own graduation is the class tree. It was a
locust honey locust that
Alec Bentley25 and John Tulleys26 dug out of a row of locusts on my
Grandmother27 Cather’s land. I don’t know
why I was more Interested in the tree than in anything else about graduating, but
was. My brothers28 and I carried water
from the High School pump and watered it ever so many times that summer/ The tree
wilted and peaked and pined and languished all summer. But look out for what it
would do next summer, we thought. But next summer it was no better, nor yet the
next. The thing simply would not grow. For years it seemed to stand still. For that matter the matter of that we all stood still;
john didn’t grow, and Alec didn’t grow. But the tree, at least was getting ready to
grow. I went home one summer to find that after having been a crooked bush for years
and years it had really shot up to a considerable height. The tree stands in the
south east corner of the High School yard, and I hope the Red Cloud boys and girls
will be good to it.
I hope none of your graduates tonight are as much frightened as I was when I got up to deliver my important oration. When Mr. Goudy read my name and I rose and went to the front of the platform, the room looked as if it were full of smoke and the people seemed to have run together. I looked at this blur and made out three faces looking intently at me. Mr. Henry Cook29 in the front part of the house, and further back Mr. William Ducker30 and Mrs. Case. These three friendly faces gave me courage, and I am sure they always will.
With a world of good wishes for your graduates, Mr. Overing, and greetings to my old schoolmates, I amFaithfully, Willa Cather.