And mine a sad one.

This explains my sinsere interest in Mr. Beecher. His Works were all
realistic and sad. I remember that I saw the first one three years ago,
when a mere Child, and became violently ill from crying and had to be
taken home.

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. I consider that the