Dear Georgie,

            I must tell you all about everything that happened Friday when it didn't rain for the peace parade, only after it was over, so we didn't run like ladies–and a few men scattered around.

            There were so many policemen here, Georgie, more than in the police parade without horses in white gloves, and such tall husky men–just like in the circus, Georgie! It was so thrilling when we was protected from all the train and automobiles instead of getting run over like when we run to classes, on account of being late and not going to no private school with a chauffeur and a dog so the policeman should salute a hello and then you swish past kind of sniffy like.

            And the boys across the street were terrible, Georgie! They made all kinds of funny remarks, only I didn't laugh on account of a peace parade must be a serious thing, and then I thought this isn't a good time to start a war even if they try to make me, on account of that's what all the countries do, so I just didn't listen–but I liked a lot the way they learned to cheer in a group, because it ain't their fault that they ain't smart enough to learn clever sayings. Oh, well! They must be maybe. young and a little unexperienced with the world or else they could be good and mind their own business for an entertainment for a change or something.

            Georgie dear, I felt so virtual on account of I didn't want war, so I came for the speeches. You know, I'm learning to knit and crochet and sew nice things so I could save money and make poor people happy when I give them things they can't afford, only I don't want to knit stockings with six needles and make clothes for soldiers on account of their wives will maybe get jealous and make me a letter writer for a divorce and I should pay them heart salvage. You know I only like you, Georgie, and I have not got any money to give jealous ladies, so I don't want a war.

            But Georgic dear, can't we think up a panacea or a sure fire cure for preventing war like they prevent fire–only the rates shouldn't be so high and all the fire bugs–or war bugs–have ought to be hanged or shot or something on account of being cowards and sneaks and pernishous people–when we get the plan working so its a crime to induce war.

            I don't care about being a famus lady or anything, Georgie; I just want to keep people from making other people fight so they can blame each other, while some innocent bystander who was minding his own business gets hurt by flying bullet, and things & then it becomes a rowdyish free-for all fight. Its so vulgar, Georgie, how can people do such lowly things? I don't understand. We have got to think up a good scheme, Georgie, so better start working now and ask all your friends to make a club to work on this idea. I think it very vital.

            Do you know, Gcorgie, when we get a swell scheme for anti war, we could write to other colleges in other countries and tell them all about it so they could help us. For instance, Georgie, the Spanish Club could write to people in the English society in Madrid, and the French club could write to people at the Sorbonne and the societies and fraternities could tell the international headquarters all about it–Now all we need is a plan, Georgie.

  P.S.–Georgie, don't you think that even God must be a pacifist, because it didn't rain until the parade was all over. I think I read somewhere in a book that man was created in the image of God–and ain't lot of us Pacifists?

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May 20, 2004