Sharon grinned now.
"Just a letter to your brother," he explained.

Then he became profanely impassioned.

"Fudge! Fudge and double fudge! Scissors and white aprons! Prunes and apricots! No! That war won't be stopped by any magazine! Go on--fight your fool head off! Don't let any magazine keep you back!" "Yes, sir," said Wilbur.
"They can't stop the war, because there are too many boys like you all over this land.

Trick or no trick, that's what they're up against.
You'll all fight--while they're writing their magazines.

Your reactions are different.