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#1307: Willa Cather to Helen McNeny Sprague, March 22, 1936.

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⬩W⬩S⬩C⬩ My dear Helen1:

My pretext for writing you today is to tell you that Yehudi Menuhin3 will broadcast4 on Sunday evening, March 29th, over WEAF at ten o’clock New York2 time, but I have wanted to write you ever since I got your nice letter just before Christmas. It pleased me very much that you should remember me at that season, which always used to be such a happy one at home5. Even before that I wanted to write you about more general things - in answer to a letter you wrote me a long while ago about the “writing” ambitions of so many young people today.

I don’t take them very seriously, because the young aspirants themselves are almost never in earnest. They don’t really want to do any of these things they think they want to do. What they want is to get into the movies or get into the papers or get into a scandal - anything to make a splash. I do know a few talented young people, and they are just like the people of talent used to be. The only difference in the situation is that nowadays a lot of young people with no vocation (and not a particle of interest in the “art” they pretend to follow) want by some easy means to get some sort of “glamour”, and I think you are right in suspecting that the cinema and the cheap magazines are largely responsible for this silly fad.

I see Virginia6 often. She works hard, but is buoyantly happy. I could not like her husband7 better if I had picked him out for her myself. I like him through and through.

I hope your children8 won’t be quite grown up by the time I get to see them,- and by the way, you never did tell me what you finally named the little girl9.

Affectionately to you and yours, Willa Cather By S. J. Bloom10 Secretary to Miss Cather