Dear Mr. Ibsen: I hope this letter finds you well as it leeves us the
same. The reason why I write you is that I seen your play called
_Ghosts_ at the Bijou Movie Theater last night and I thought it was so
grand that I had to tell you. I thought it was awful the way poor Mr.
Alving is always seeing that hand which was pulling his hair out of the
past. And it was awful too the way poor Mr. Alving crawled across the
floor on his stomich and pulled the poison offn the icebox before he
killed himself. The way his poor, dear mother suffered, that was
terrible. She was such a strong, brave woman that I cried for her all
the time. And The Rev. Manders he was such a real swell minister that my
heart was all torn watching him. It ain’t natural for everybody to be so
good as ministers because they ain’t got so much time and don’t read the
Bible so often. But he was certainly all there when it came to pureness
and kindness. But even if the play was awful it was just grand the
lesson that it taught. I sent my friend to see it and he thought it was
swell. He said the kissing scenes where the terrible Cap. Alving hugs
the different ladies was real stuff and that the lesson against the
evils of drink was good for the young. This is what I want to write you
about, Mr. Ibsen. We’re going to organize a West Side Ibsen Prohibition
Club and make you honary president. I wish therefor you will write the
club a letter or better if you will write a sequil to the movie play
_Ghosts_ we will put it on at the club. I know how hard it is to have
movie plays accepted because I have done some myself but if you don’t
write the sequil I will write it and send it to the Mutual people who
put the first part on. I am certain they will take it because I will
make it just so strong and powerful a sermon against the evils of drink
as what you did. With best regards and hopes for your future success, I
am your friend,
Mobbie Mag.
[2] P.S. For the reader: The wet nurses who minister to the mob
have put our old friend Ibsen into diapers and give him to their
patients to play with. The cherubic little fellow is kicking up
his dimpled heels and thriving well in all the movie houses.