Should I Board The Lusitania?
Dear Readers,
My father wants me to accompany my mother and him to England. He wants to visit a business client, Sir Adolphus Ware, to sell him tires. I think he owns a British auto company. Naturally I'm rather busy with exams during my junior year of college at Bryn Mawr. I would rather write my paper on Greek vases.
My reluctance has nothing to do with all this hyperbole in the news about the ship, the Lusitania. People think it's not safe to sail on her because of the war over some assassinated Arch Duke whose name I don't even remember. I don't read the newspapers. I'm not concerned much with current events. And I don't think whatever is going on far away in Europe has much to do with us Americans.
No, I just has a dream about a nameless, faceless person that I met when I arrived in England. As soon as I saw him, I got scared and wished I were back home in Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania. I know I should not place much store in nightmares, but still I'm a little superstitious.
I like my life the way it is now. I don't want to risk changing it for anything. And somehow I get the idea that if I sail to England my life will never be the same again.
Sincerely yours,
Dora Benley
P.S. I wonder who else would be sailing on the ship? I don't know of anybody. It could be a boring voyage.
My father wants me to accompany my mother and him to England. He wants to visit a business client, Sir Adolphus Ware, to sell him tires. I think he owns a British auto company. Naturally I'm rather busy with exams during my junior year of college at Bryn Mawr. I would rather write my paper on Greek vases.
My reluctance has nothing to do with all this hyperbole in the news about the ship, the Lusitania. People think it's not safe to sail on her because of the war over some assassinated Arch Duke whose name I don't even remember. I don't read the newspapers. I'm not concerned much with current events. And I don't think whatever is going on far away in Europe has much to do with us Americans.
No, I just has a dream about a nameless, faceless person that I met when I arrived in England. As soon as I saw him, I got scared and wished I were back home in Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania. I know I should not place much store in nightmares, but still I'm a little superstitious.
I like my life the way it is now. I don't want to risk changing it for anything. And somehow I get the idea that if I sail to England my life will never be the same again.
Sincerely yours,
Dora Benley
P.S. I wonder who else would be sailing on the ship? I don't know of anybody. It could be a boring voyage.
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