FORWARD
THOMAS TROWARD
AN APPRECIATION

How is one to know a friend? Certainly not by the duration of an acquaintance. Neither can friendship be bought or sold by service rendered. Nor can it be coined into acts of gallantry or phrases of flattery. It has no part in the small change of courtesy. It is outside all these, containing them all and superior to them all.

To some is given the great privilege of a day set apart to mark the arrival of a total stranger panoplied with all the insignia of friendship. He comes unannounced. He bears no letter of introduction. No mutual friend can vouch for him. Suddenly and silently he steps unexpectedly out of the shadow of material concern and spiritual obscurity into the radiance of intimate friendship, as a picture is projected upon a lighted screen. But unlike the phantom picture, he is an

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