AREN'T you just crazy about the Moral Uplift?
It's coming into every department of life
now and one just simply HAS to keep up with it in
order to talk intelligently these days.
Not that one can talk too freely about it in mixed
company, you know.
There are getting to be the awfullest lot of moral
subjects that one can't talk about generally, aren't
there?
Eugenics and sex hygiene and all these plays and
books with a moral purpose, you know.
Of course lots of people DO talk about them
generally. I did myself for quite a while. And then
another girl and I got some books and studied up
what the things we had been talking of really were
and it shocked us horribly!
Mamma has been trying to get me to give up the
moral uplift entirely, but you've just simply GOT to
talk it or be out of date.
Of course the whole thing depends upon whether
you are a serious thinker -- if you're sincere, REALLY
sincere, you can take up anything and get good out of it.
The loveliest man talked to us last night -- to our
Little Group of Advanced Thinkers, you know.
He said the curse of the age and the country was
superficiality. People aren't thorough, you know.
I've noticed that myself and I agree with him.
If one is going to take things up and show a serious
interest in them one must not limit one's self to a
few phases.
One must be broad. One must be thorough.
One must cover the whole field of thought.
Our little group this winter has been trying to
do that. So far we've take up Bergson, socialism,
psychology, Rabindranath Tagore, the meaning of
welfare work, culinary science, the new movements
in art -- and ever so many more things I can't re-
member now.
For the rest of Lent we're going to take up the
Cosmic Consciousness.
One of the girls thought it would be a nice sort
of thing to take up during Lent -- a quiet kind of
thing, you know; not like feminism or chemistry.
Have you seen any of the new parti-colored boots
yet?
Isn't it an absurd idea?
And yet, you know -- if it made for Beauty!
That is what one must always say to one's self
must one not? I mean: Does it make for Beauty?
That's the reason I left the Suffrage Party, you
know. They wanted me to wear one of those hor-
rid yellow sashes. And my complexion can't stand
yellow. So I quit the Suffrage Party right there.