Mary Jane Hawes Wilmarth to Jane Addams, July 31, 1916


July 31. 1916

Oh My Dear

There is not an honor in the world that potentates and powers could confer that I should value as what you offer me: the dedication of a book of yours. If I could choose one person of all I have ever heard to be spokesman for my own desired ends, my own ideals, it would be you. How did you ever think of so crowning me? [page 2]

Constantly the thought of you was with me in the days of the late (the last?) Progressive Convention. I missed you intensely -- even in the final dejection. The memory of those former days is nevertheless a possession to cherish. I find no refuge in Hughes, whose pronouncement as quoted in the Tribune is: "Anyone who supports me is supporting an out and out American policy and absolutely nothing else" -- The policy of the Southern United States is, as we known opposed to Child Labor Legislation, and has juggled with universal (?) manhood suffrage -- Mexican policies are also American policies -- and there are other Americanisms we do not advocate and <while> humanitarian, international [page 3] -isms we want supported <are> not yet included in Americanism. I shall ask McClurgs to send to your address at a book on:

War Science and Civilization
by William E. Ritter

Do not feel obligated to read it. I would rather you should write than read and neither when neither were better for you.

The bidding to come to your Cove is most alluring --  but as far as I see my lines are laid out here -- I am enjoying my grandson and a fine young man Mr. James of Evanston -- partly his comrade partly his tutor.

You will never know how you thrilled me with gratitude and pride, which was part humility, perhaps -- as knowing such a gift beyond desert -- I feel crowned and as if I had new motives to deserve. Yours with [written in the right margin] love beyond any expression of it <I have> ever made,

Mary H. Wilmarth.