The Weber Literary Journal The next twenty minutes saw Willie exerting his strength and genius bravely trying to reach the letter. A chair on top of the table, then himself on top of that wouldn't do, so he piled three volumes of enclyopedias on the chair and, after doing a little balancing stunt oh joy he touched it. Just touched it, however. And urk he pushed it through a crack, causing it to fall somewhere out of sight and unbeknown to Willie, probably down inside the organ, where it was doomed to stay for a few weeks until Mother should find it in the course of her monthly internal dusting of the organ and would wonder ("lawsy mercy!") where it came from. March 1, 1922. Dear Mother and all, I had my first thrill, today. Hugh Naylor made love to me just perfectly, and Miss Parker says it was so dramatic. Just as good as Marguerite Clarke gets made love to. And Mother, he kissed me five times. Now wouldn't that make Ernie Hicks jealous if he heard about it? He would be just about as jealous as Hugh's girl is now. His kisses are awful damp but they give such a thrill. He just grabbed me in his arms (cave man style, you know), shook me and planted a kiss right on my lips. But it wasn't a bit right so Miss Parker hollered, "Stop!" And "That will never do! One would think you two were a couple of hyenas in a life and death tussle." Then she made us do it all over. She had him clasp me and put a kiss on my lip and keep putting it there until she counted five. You know, so Romeoish and Julietlike. Then she says our love-making is just too good for amateurs. I'll tell you again, I intend to become a professional some day. I hope all my future lovers are as handsome as Hugh. With lots of love, Your daughter, Sue. P. S. How are you all? I guess Ernie is all right, isn't he? 26 The Weber Literary Journal Greenville, March 3rd. Dear Daughter Sue, Your father and I are ashamed of you! Absolutely ashamed! And to think you would dare to ask about trusting little Ernie. He thinks you are the sweetest little innocent thing you used to be. What in the world is the wicked city doing to you anyway, and after such bringing up as you have had? Don't they provide chaperons anymore? I suppose that Parker hussey is one of them. Sue, for heaven's sake, get away from such people! Come on home if you have to. Are you absolutely beyond all bounds of decency? Sue, it makes me cry. For goodness sake, keep away from that fresh young man. We are all well, and for our sakes be a good girl. With love, Mother. March 5th. Dear Mother and all, I don't understand you. Miss Parker says things can't go on unless I let Hugh make love to me once in a while. And Mother, I know you won't care if I assure you that it is perfectly all right. So try and not be old fashioned, won't you? Mother, I just had the funniest sensation today. I guess you are glad to hear it. I had to refuse Hugh, and do you know what he had to go and do? Well, he went and tried to commit suicide because I had spurned him, so mother, the way I saved him from an awful death, was that I professed my true love for him and he made love to me in the most romantic way you ever saw. It was just like this, Mother. I was sitting on the sea-shore. Up came Hugh. "Oh, my sweetheart, my sweetheart," he moaned, as he made a mad dash for me with his arms wide apart. I managed to dodge him. He was completely surprised. Don't you love me anymore? You can't say you don't!" he pleaded, "Come to me, sweetheart my own." 27