True Patriotism Springs From A Belief In

I Carried It (a Revolver) Religiously And During The Summer I Asked A Friend, A Man Who Had Been One Of Franklin's Bodyguards In New York State, To Give Me Some Practice In Target Shooting So That If The Need Arose I Would Know How To Use The Gun.

Probably The Happiest Period In Life Most Frequently Is In Middle Age, When The Eager Passions Of Youth Are Cooled, And The Infirmities Of Age Not Yet Begun; As We See That The Shadows, Which Are At Morning And Evening So Large, Almost Entirely Disappear At Midday.

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.

This Is A Time For Action — Not For War, But For Mobilization Of Every Bit Of Peace Machinery.

Do The Things That Interest You And Do Them With All Your Heart. Don't Be Concerned About Whether People Are Watching You Or Criticizing You. The Chances Are That They Aren't Paying Attention To You.