So you filled your hands

The Emergency Peace Federation, a hastily assembled pacifist organization, had in early March summoned to the East its champion platform speaker, David Starr Jordan, retired president of Stanford University. During the last ten days of March, Jordan stumped from Boston to Baltimore on behalf of peace. On Sunday, April 1[, 1917], the eve of Wilson's war address, a Baltimore mob of nearly a thousand persons stormed the building in which Jordan was speaking, and started to rush the stage. The pro-peace audience sang "The Star-Spangled Banner," compelling the zealous patriots to stop and stand at attention in mid-aisle long enough for Jordan to slip away.

I've officially made my first purchase for researching State Lines. It claims to be a look at American society during WWI, which I imagine will help in writing a Midwestern rail town in 1920. Earlier this week I printed out my draft of The Falling Woman, with a three-ring binder and everything, and varying attempts to get some reorganizing done have gone not very far, which makes me think I need to move on to something else for a while. Hello, myth and Americana.