I think she ought to be soundly trounced, and my guess is she's goin' to be.
Something tells me this _New Dawn_ ain't goin' to save her from her come-uppance.

I tell you both plain out, I ain't goin' to have a magazine under my roof that'll talk such stuff about George Washington, the Father of his Country.

It's too scandalous." Thus the _New Dawn_ lost a subscriber, though not losing, it should be said, a reader.

For Sharon Whipple, having irately stopped his subscription by a letter in which the editor was told he should be ashamed of himself for calling George Washington a crook that way, thereafter bought the magazine hurriedly at the Cut-Rate Pharmacy and read every word of it in secret places not under his roof.
Wilbur Cowan, though proud of the _New Dawn_ because his brother's name adorned it, had nevertheless failed to profit by its teachings.

He was prepared to admit that America groped in spiritual darkness which the _New Dawn_ would flush with its pure white light; he could not have contended with any authority that it was not a land of dollar hunters, basely materialistic, without ideals, artistically impoverished, and devoid of national self-consciousness, whatever that meant.