I received a most amusing postcard the other morning. Unfortunately, it was not signed in a readable manner so I cannot answer it privately. But it comes from Moblie, Ala., and says: 'Dear Mrs. Roosevelt: You have not answered my question, the amount of Negro blood you have in your veins, if any.' I am afraid none of us know how much nor what kind of blood we have in our veins, since chemically it is all the same. And most of us cannot trace our ancestry more than a few generations.

Absence makes the heart grow fonder

This is not a time when women should be patient. We are in a war and we need to fight it with all our ability and every weapon possible. Women pilots, in this particular case, are a weapon waiting to be used.

The destiny of human rights is in the hands of all our citizens in all our communities.

The future is literally in our hands to mold as we like. But we cannot wait until tomorrow. Tomorrow is now.

You get strength and courage, when you stop to look fear in the face.

True hospitality consists of giving the best of yourself to your guests.