Later, in her own train, she looked down and observed the white-ribboned badge which she had valiantly pinned above her heart that very morning.

She had forgotten the badge--and those boys must have seen it.

Savagely she tore it from its mooring, to the detriment of a new georgette waist, and dropped it from the open window.
That night she turned back in her journal to an early entry: "If only someone would reason calmly with them.

Resist not evil!" She stared at this a long time, then she dipped a new pen in red ink and full across it she wrote "What rotten piffle!" That is, she nearly wrote those words.

What she actually put down was "What r-tt-n piffle!" To Wilbur Cowan, in recounting her fall from the serene heights of pacifism, she brazenly said: "Do you know--when that poor boy reached down to shake hands with me, if I could have got at him I just know I should have kissed him." "Gee whiz!" said Wilbur in amazed tribute.
"I don't care!" persisted Winona.