This page is the highlight of all my years of writing, my dream come true. I will never forget that cool, March morning when Mr. Jermyn came to visit. This was nothing out of the ordinary, he would always bring proofs and we would read the slips of the stories he illustrated and decide what was best for his illustration. However, this time was different. This time it was a copy of The Woodcut, damp from the press. I studied the illustration carefully, four people on a lawn tennis court. On the other side was a poem, the verses were signed “G.…