Sans fiancee, Sans friend, Sans reward
and Sans Allowence, I turned and went back to
my father, who was on the verandah and was now, with
my mother and sister, all that I had left in the World.
And my father said: “Well, here I am, around
as usual. Do you feel to grown-up to sit on my
knee?”
I did not.
The G.A.C.
April 9th. As I am leaving this School
to-morrow for the Easter Holadays, I revert to this
Dairy, which has not been written in for some months,
owing to being a Senior now and carrying a heavy schedule.
My trunk has now gone, and I have but just returned
from Chapel, where Miss Everett made a Speach, as
the Head has quinzy. She raised a large Emblem
that we have purchaced at fifty cents each, and said
in a thrilling voice that our beloved Country was
now at war, and expected each and all to do his duty.
“I shall not,” she said, “point
out to any the Fields of their Usefulness. That
they must determine for themselves. But I know
that the Girls of this school will do what they find
to do, and return to the school at the end of two
weeks, school opening with evening Chapel as usual
and no tardiness permitted, better off for the use
they have made of this Precious Period.”
We then sang the Star-Spangled Banner, all standing
and facing the piano, but watching to see if Fraulein
sang, which she did. Because there are those
who consider that she is a German Spy.
I am now sitting in the Upper House, wondering what
I can do. For I am like this and always have
been. I am an American through and through, having
been told that I look like a tipical American girl.
And I do not beleive in allowing Patriotism to be
a matter of words—words, emty words.
No. I am one who beleives in doing things, even
though necesarily small. What if I can be but
one of the little drops of Water or little grains
of Sand? I am ready to rise like a lioness to
my country’s call and would, if permitted and
not considered imodest by my Familey, put on the clothing
of the Other Sex and go into the trenches.
What can I do?
It is strange to be going home in this manner, thinking
of Duty and not of boys and young men. Usualy
when about to return to my Familey I think of Clothes
and affairs de COUER, because at school there
is nothing much of either except on Friday evenings.
But now all is changed. All my friends of the
Other Sex will have roused to the defense of their
Country, and will be away.
And I to must do my part, or bit, as the English say.
But what? Oh what?
April 10th. I am writing this in the
Train, which accounts for poor writing, etcetera.
But I cannot wait for I now see a way to help my Country.
The way I thought of it was this:
