It's years since I've seen the sadistic cruelty we accepted as commonplace. I haven't named my old home town until now, because I want you to see it as it is instead of as it was. It's Winfield, Kansas, a fine home community of 10,000 people. Streets are paved, homes are lovely, and every conceivable convenience is available. Two fine hospitals serve the sick for hundreds of miles around.
Schools are well equipped, playgrounds and gymnasiums are plentiful.
The college gym will accommodate 4,000 spectators at a basketball game or 5,000 for the annual Messiah. There is a community spirit which is a revelation to one who has been away for nearly a third of a century. In the churches, bickering over doctrine has disappeared. Yearly the leading churches join in a union meeting of spiritual instruction and inspiration. They support community funds for relief, work together for the Red Cross, advance religious education, have drama, clubs for youth, and their leaders are active in Rotary Club and Chamber of Commerce projects for community betterment.