The school will recall that last year I wrote a Play,
patterned on The Divorce, and that only a certain narowness of
view on the part of the faculty prevented it being the Class
Play. If I may be permited to express an opinion, we of the
class of 1917 are not children, and should not be treated as
such.
Encouraged by the Aplause of my class-mates, and feeling
that I was of a more serious turn of mind than most of them, who
seem to think of pleasure only, I decided to write a play during
the summer. I would thus be improving my Vacation hours, and, I
considered, keeping out of mischeif. It was pure idleness which
had caused my Trouble during the last Christmas holidays. How
true it is that the Devil finds work for idle Hands!
With a Play and this Theme I beleived that the Devil would
give me up as a totle loss, and go elsewhere.
How little we can read the Future!
I now proceed to an account of my meeting and acquaintence
with Mr. Beecher. It is my intention to conceal nothing. I can
only comfort myself with the thought that my Motives were
inocent, and that I was obeying orders and secureing material
for a theme.
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