If every home in Lilac Valley had at least six sturdy boys and girls growing up in it with the proper love of country and the proper realization of the white man's right to supremacy, and if all the world now occupied by white men could make an equal record, where would be the talk of the yellow peril?
There wouldn't be any yellow peril.

You see what I mean ?" Linda lifted her frank eyes to Peter Morrison.
"Yes, young woman," said Peter gravely, "I see what you mean, but this is the first time I ever heard a high-school kid propound such ideas.
Where did you get them ?" "Got them in Multiflores Canyon from my father to start with," said Linda, "but recently I have been thinking, because there is a boy in high school who is making a great fight for a better scholarship record than a Jap in his class.

I brood over it every spare minute, day or night, and when I say my prayers I implore high Heaven to send him an idea or to send me one that I can pass on to him, that will help him to beat that Jap." "I see," said Peter Morrison.

"We'll have to take time to talk this over.

It's barely possible I might be able to suggest something." "You let that kid fight his own battles," said Henry Anderson roughly.
"He's no proper bug-catcher.